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

Chapter Thirty One; {~Run Boy Run~}

{~03/26th/2022~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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Third Person Pov~
  Peter stumbled out of the washroom, eyes puffy and red, lined with fresh tears waiting to fall. The kids breathing was quick and heavy, though was gradually slowing down. Sam was the first to notice the kids state, shortly after Bucky having caught it as well. Though neither pried. They had noticed Peter sudden change in mood after conversing with Happy about an unnamed woman. Someone the two assumed was the boys mother as neither knew much, if any, about the younger kids past.  Stirring up old emotions would only worsen the kids once upbeat spirit even more.

  "Hey Peter, ready to head outside?" Bucky whispered softly, speaking as if it were only the two of them in the room. Peter nodded gently, soon leaning forwards into Bucky's grasp. The man froze at first, though soon wrapped his arms around the kid, allowing his head to press against the top of the boy's head. "Do you want to race with us? I know you will have fun."

"Please don't hold back." Peter hummed out, a soft and somewhat forced smile spreading unevenly across his lips. The kid wanted to race, though only if they had put as much effort as they possibly could into doing so. The kid wanted to win, or at least try his best when they're trying their best as well. A win isn't a win unless everyone was giving it their all, and that's what he told them.

Bucky smiled softly, a prideful look upon his face as he stood over the boy, arms tightening ever so slightly around him. The kid soon was lifted up, tossed upon Bucky's shoulder so the man could carry him towards the track the trio were to race on. Sam couldn't help but mimic Bucky's small smile, it ha been weeks, months even since Bucky had returned. Only now was he beginning to look like his old self. His happier self.

"I'll be sure to add clothes to the shopping lift for Wednesday. Bruce said he was going to the mall with Steve later on to get a few outfits for a couple people since they grown out of, or didn't have any to begin with." Sam exclaimed softly, his voice taking on a simple yet gentle rhythm as he spoke. The kid couldn't help but nod softly, wondering if that was suppose to be an invitation for him to join or not.

  "And here we are kiddo, gonna put you down now." Bucky explained before gently placing the younger boy on the ground. Peter hummed softly in reply, his face still pressed into Bucky's chest. Neither one made a move, enjoying each other's embrace for a a short spell. After awhile the two unwillingly pulled from one another, turning away so that they were both facing the track race.

Though, as Sam and Bucky physically prepared themselves for the race, Peter found himself kneeling in the grass. The very grass he was never allowed seeing as there was no grass on, around, or even in the apartment he was at for almost a year. The kid stroke his hand through the sharp blades, letting lose a short and simple laugh. One that had caught the other two off guard.

Peter couldn't help but smile, the warmth of the risen sun, the feeling of wet grass. It was all so memorable to a life long forgotten. Nails digging into the soft soil, soft due to the morning dew that ran along the blades of grass. Slowly, the kid leaned forwards, hovering over a small yellow flower. The kid reached out, allowing his hand to grasp around the small flower, a gentle touch. The kid never was to rough that the stem would snap, or the roots were tugged on. All he had done was gently caress the beautiful flower head.

"If you like it, you can pick i-"

"Don't kill it!" Peter suddenly shouted, glaring towards Sam who was about to pluck the poor, defenceless flower. The man's eyes widened and he put his hands up defensively, backing away slowly. Peter let lose a soft sigh, soon leaving behind the flower to join the other two on the track.