Moving Fast - WinterSpider AU

Chapter 8 - The Jump

The 1 year anniversary of May's death

Peter pov

I stand at the edge of the building. I size it up. Probably a long enough fall. I chug some more liquor before chucking the bottle away, where it fractures into little shards of glass. One of which flies into my palm, embedding itself where Bucky kissed me.

For the last time.

I look at the edge. Hesitation.

It's natural, of course.

But god is it annoying.

I step up onto the ledge, swaying slightly. I'm about to step off.
When I hear him.

"Pete."

Bucky pov

I see Peter. He's wobbling on the edge of the compound roof. Playing with death.

"Pete." I call out, fighting to keep my voice steady. He looks over at me. His beautiful face is so sad. So... Tired.

"Bucky. Please, let me do this. I know it was my fault. My biological parents died during a home robbery. My Uncle Ben died thanks to me. My Aunt May died, thanks to me. Bucky, I'm a curse. Please let me die."
I shake my head.

"Let me hold you. Please. Let me hold you so tight, you'll never want to leave again."

Peter looks at me for a minute, before rushing into my arms.

"Kid... Please don't do this to yourself. I don't want you to end up broken like me," I say shakily. He sniffles.

"I'm sorry. It just seems like the-"

"Easiest option?" I ask with a soft smile.
"Pete... The whole time I was in hydra, I was begging for death. Sometimes out loud, sometimes not. Sometimes I couldn't remember that I was human, so I didn't know what I was begging for. I didn't even know I was begging. And I couldn't remember forgetting that I was human... It goes around and around," I laugh bitterly. "Pete... When I escaped, and all the memories started coming back... My life was horrible. It was so much better than hydra, but it was still hell. Even remembering the smallest thing, like how my favourite colour was blue, hurts so much. Hydra made it so that remembering hurts..." I say sadly. "What I'm getting at is... Pete, I know this sounds selfish but... Please don't leave. I'm guilting you, I know, but if you leave I will definitely kill myself."
Pete looks at me, a look of guilt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for guilting you," I mutter. He shakes his head.
"It's okay," he smiles.
My little angel.