My Soldiers II Bucky Barnes

18- I'm not going to start now.

*Tyla's POV*

"What you hungry for Ty?" Bucky asked me as he ushered me back through the fancy-looking maze that was the Avengers compound.

I didn't answer. I can't answer.

It's weird like my mind and mouth are delayed and are both finally catching up to eachother and the events that took place in that meeting room. Any relief I felt over sharing past is washed away in an instant.

Can I trust these people?

I really let my guard down and let them slither into a part of my life that I don't even know about myself.

Jesus Ty. What have you done.

"Ty?" Bucky spoke from next to me, worry lacing its way through his voice as we continued to walk but at a slower pace.

Shit Tyla you're and open book.

Slowly I felt as if the walls of the compound were shrinking down at a crazy speed taking me with them.

"Tyla...Whats wrong" He urges. I can't bring myself to look at him while my mind still swims and my eyes train in on the wall infront of me.

I'm drowning. I'm alone and drowning.

"Hey, hey, hey. Talk to me doll" Bucky's voice pulled me out of my spiral of realisation capturing my full attention.

As my eyes unfocus from the wall and turn to him I notice he's stepped in front of me and is holding my upper arms while I'm...shaking?

Oh wow Tyla you're better than this. Looking so weak.

"Tyla talk to me, what's happening in that little head of yours," Bucky repeated when I didn't respond, slouching down so his head was in line with mine.

The world continued to close in around me sucking me deeper and deeper into my own angry thoughts.

I have never been the girl to break down and become the damsel in distress and I'm not going to start now.

"I'm fine" I choke on the lump that has formed in my throat and push every uneasy and scary feeling aside to answer the man in front of me.

Bucky doesn't move he stands in front of me with my upper arms held firmly in his hands while his eyes search every part of my being in a serious but not intimidating stare, almost like he's reading my mind.

God, I hope he's not.

"Come on doll I'm old, not dumb. What is it?" He asks softly watching my eyes for any moment of hesitation. I'm used to the look, I've been on the receiving end of that look for years from Peter...

Peter.

"I need to find my brother" my breathing increased slightly and I can tell Bucky is pretending not to notice,

"Yeah, let's go then Ty," Bucky says rather chipper attempting to change the mood of the situation linking arms with me and starting on our journey to find Peter.

As he walks me through the corridors I focus on how he moves and how walking with him like this feels awfully familiar but eventually push the idea away as we reach a grey door that Bucky knocks on.

The door slowly opens and reveals a tired-looking Peter in his pyjama shorts and a baggy T-shirt.

The moment he notices me I am captured in the biggest bone-crushing hug I have ever experienced in my lifetime. Peters whole body is wrapped around mine like if he let go he'd lose me, I return the embrace and lay my chin on his shoulder to see Bucky watching us with a loving smile growing on his face.

"I'll leave you two be for a while" Bucky crappily whispered after reading the room "Get JARVIS to call me when you're ready Ty and I'll come to get you. Go on a tour maybe?" I gave him a warm smile in reply and he nodded before leaving Peter and I hugging in the hallway outside what I assume is his room.

With Bucky now gone I go to pull out of the hug and move into Peter's room but as I pull back his grip on me tightens and I feel him bury his face in my neck.

"Pete, what's up?" I ask confused over his sudden display of affection, don't get me wrong Peter has always been the affectionate type but this...this was something different.

Just like that all my own previous panic and angry thoughts melt away and I snap into mum mode.

"T-They couldn't tell me what was h-happening, all I got told was to grab our things and get on the jet" Peter sniffles a little bit into my shoulder and I feel him trying to control his breathing.

"Naw Pete, come on let's go inside" He still doesn't budge so I move into the room and shut the door behind us with Peter still encased in my arms, normally I would point out that it's only been two days but this seems to have a different layer I don't know about.

"Come on let's sit down okay," I say sitting on the side of his bed. He follows suit sitting next to me with his hands held tight in his lap, it's then that I can finally see the glassy covering of his hazel eyes and the red rims that surround them.

What has him so worked up?

"Pete we don't see each other for weeks at a time normally when you go out for work. What makes these two days so different?" I ask trying not to push too hard too fast.

"I-The-W-When"

The child in front of me was quite literally shaking trying to get the words out.

This can't be good.