𝙱𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂

❤︎ 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢? (𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚢'𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸)

"Why aren't you down at the party?" I ask as I walk in in my bedroom to see Bucky. He was sitting in my bed reading what I think was the hobbit.

"Why aren't you there?" He asks back closing the book he was reading.

"I don't like people," I shrug casual. I close my door and walk up to my dresser to bring my computer.

"Yeah, same," he shrugs like it isn't something deeper.

"Even if that was true it's more," I sigh. "It's the arm isn't it?" I accuse frowning my eyebrows. I see he sifts uncomfortable hidings his arm. "You're overthinking it," I say walking over to my bed with my computer. I sit down on the opposite side of the bed than him.

"They will fear me," he mumble trying to sink down in the sheets to avoid this conversation.

"Someone will always fear difference others will fear similarity. I think it's not that people fear you is your problem. It's that you fear yourself. You fear you don't have control. You have control, you know that," I say taking his metal arm from under the sheets. I braid our metal fingers together.

"You only say this cause you don't know what everyone else know," he whispers almost impossible to hear. He lean away from me. He let go of my hand and lead future away from me.

"What do I not know? That you killed my parents, my uncle and aunt. I'm not fucked up dumb," I say a bit annoyed. Of course I knew. I'm not dumb either. Tony told me and it wasn't super hard to fit the rest of the pieces together.

"I- wait, you knew and still treated me like a person. I killed your family and you still let me share house, room and even bed when I had a nightmare," he breath shocked out.