Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Twenty Nine; {~Yogurt and Jello, Sweats galore~}

{~03/05/2022~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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Third Person Pov~
  "Well, at least you'll be able to lend people an extra hand." A voice called softly, a teasing like manner having been used. A hand was pressed to Peter's nonfunctioning arm, gently running their fingers along it in a comforting manner. Peter leaned into the man's touch despite not being able to feel it. Peter had lost almost all feeling in both his arm and hands. He was unable to bend his arm or wiggle his fingers.

  Peter smirked slightly, looking down at his arm for a split moment. The image to him was still blurred, though like it had done the previous day. It was beginning to get better. When gazing upon his royally screwed up arm, he couldn't help but think of all those stories his long ago cell block buddy told him about some trash panda which had a habit of taking peoples limbs. Sure at the time he allowed himself to believe such stories, and even now he tried to. Though he couldn't bring himself to remain oblivious to the fact that the man, at the time, only goal was to keep the younger boy hopeful.

  "Y-Yeah, I know I-one person who would l-love the extra h-hand." Peter tried, his voice raspy and sore like it usually was. Although this time it was much, much harder for him to talk. Sure it was only the two of them. Though Peter couldn't find it in himself to do much else. He wasn't use to talking this much, and over the past week he had done more talking then one in his condition should've been able too.

  Bucky let lose a short laugh, glancing to his own arm as he done so. Rolling his eyes he couldn't help but think of a certain someone who has been begging him for his own arm for so long. Still smiling Bucky nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

  Bucky removed his hand from the kids wrist, returning it to his spoon in which he scooped up another mouthful of apple jello from the small jello container Bruce had bought from the store. Throwing the container into the garbage where the other six or seven laid, Bucky returned his gaze towards the kid who was also shovelling jello into his mouth. However, the kid was eating cherry rather then apple as he preferred cherry flavoured treats.

  "Switch?" Bucky called, opening a new snack. Bucky knew Peter wasn't allowed eating anything that wasn't soft and easily edible. The kids throat was a fragile thing, all the scar tissue left him vulnerable to harder foods. Until Bruce could work on reconstructing his throat, the kid wasn't even suppose to talk much as that might worsen his current condition even more.

  Peter glanced over to where Bucky was, a curious look to his face as he done so. His eyes shifted from Bucky's face down towards the whitish pink treat he had in a small bowl. Assumably strawberry yogurt to the looks of it. Returning the smile, Peter pushed forwards the Jello Steve had made that morning for him. It having came out of a rectangular box like package that required nothing more then boiling water to make. It wasn't as good as packaged jello, though this did come in larger quantities then the other stuff.

  "Mm, this is delicious, no, uh wonder why you like it so much." Bucky called, huffing a heavy breath as he sat there. The treat was in fact, not delicious. Or so he believed. He didn't find the liquid like solid flavourful in any way.

  "You don't have to e-eat that. I-I don't like strawberries that much a-anyways." Peter called softly, not feeling all that great about lying to the older man. But more so preferring to as Peter knew well enough that wanting to switch as well would've taken much of the pressure off of his shoulders. He could imagine the man feeling bad if Peter hadn't wanted to switch because he liked the treat more then the previous.