Chapter 6

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The last two years had been peaceful. Living in a rural town in Southeast Alaska, with nothing but trees for miles. Waking up early to do chores, spending the afternoon hunting and feeding the dogs, spending evening reading a book or working on a puzzle. It had been bliss.

But of course Bucky could only just get comfortable with his schedule before the universe came knocking. This knock came as a ring from the flip phone Bucky used for emergencies.

The offending item sat in a key tray by the door that mostly housed small trinkets and rocks that the man liked. Bucky sat at his table contemplating if he should answer.

It definitely wasn't Natasha, she wouldn't ask him for help even if her life depended on it. Probably wasn't Sam he would have just dropped by unannounced. So, that left Steve. And while Bucky really wished that Steve didn't get himself in a big enough of a shit storm to request his help, Bucky new he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored his brother. Reluctantly Bucky answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Bucky! It's so good to hear your voice! How have you been? I heard you moved to Alaska a while back. Sam said that you wanted some peace, but we went drinking and it slipped. You should visit some-" the rampant chatting was cut off with a oof.

"-Hey Barns"

"Oh hey Tony, I assume something was wrong. Must be really bad if you want to talk to me" Bucky laughs awkwardly not really wanting to talk to his best friends husband.

"Yes actually, extremely important even!" Bucky could feel the shorter mans glare through the phone.

"So, if you had a tv or a life you would know that my sweet baby boy has his face plastered all over! My sweet sick baby boy was being peeped on by those paparazzi pervs!"

Tony paused to take a breath. "He's even trending on twitter for fucks sake!!"

Bucky had many questions. Why was this his problem? Did he need to silence someone? Did he need to erase the evidence? What did they want from him.... Also what is a twitter?

"Uh i'd love to help Tony. But I kinda have to know why your calling to do that."

"I JUST DID YOU MOTHERFU-- Okay honey thank you, I can take this. We were keeping Peter out of the public eye. His condition isn't getting better and with the safe house being public knowledge now it poses a problem"

I didn't know he was that sick...

"We were just wondering if you would be willing to come down and look after Peter until we can find him a new place?"

"You just need a babysitter??"

Wasn't there son turning 18 soon. If he was in such dire condition why didn't he live with them? Why didn't he have his own private nurse, hell a private hospital wing even!

"No, Peter can take care of himself just fine. Were just concerned for his safety. You know what Tony's, quote on quote, rivals are like. And honestly the teens these days scare the hell out of me... I just need someone I trust to watch my kid."

Bucky knew that this wasn't really a question. And It didn't need to be, he'd do anything for the Brooklyn punk.

"Sure. I can have my neighbor look after the dogs for me."

"Dogs? When'd you get dogs? How many? Do you-"

"Talk to you later Rogers." Bucky cut off the other vet. While he knew that Steve was just excited to talk again he definitely was not.

Not only did Bucky have to leave his home. He had to go to a crowded city to watch over a rich brat. Well a sick rich brat.

It was a lot to take in. Being thrown out of his element and taken from the comfort cozy piece of heaven.

"Well fuck me, looks like I'm heading to New York."

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