Bucky Barnes's daughter (Peter Parker x reader)

Chapter 2

Word count: 760
(Y/F/M) = your favorite meal

I couldn't scream. I wouldn't even if I could, no matter how much I wanted to. I feared the punishment too much.

They had shocked me for hours, to make sure I was compliant. But they might have gone slightly too far this time. It's like I couldn't make my mouth work. Like something in between my brain and my mouth wasn't connected.

The HYDRA agents were asking you questions about Dad. About why he didn't live up to expectations on his last mission. Like I knew. I weren't there. But I couldn't make my voice work to say that. Which resulted in being hit. But I'd be hit anyway, even if I could answer honestly. Because I couldn't give an answer they wanted.

They just hit harder each time I didn't answer.

I tried to focus on what Dad was saying. I needed to pull myself together. I couldn't keep thinking about that stupid nightmare I had last night. Dad already commented on my appearance once this morning.

"But anyway, we need to be at the mission debriefing when Tony, Clint, and Steve get back from the HYDRA base. Okay?" Dad asked. I nodded. He smiled. Dad doesn't  want to go anymore than I do but it was important we both did. The team needed to know if we were kept there at all. Piecing together the  past and what not.

Dad had made (Y/F/M) for dinner tonight. Which meant he wanted to talk about something important most likely. More important than being present at a mission debriefing.

"You've been quiet all day. All you alright?" And there it was.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I took a bite of food, intending to not be able to talk for a bit. Dad waited until you swallowed.

" I know what you're like after a nightmare, (Y/N). Don't think you can lie to me anymore." Fuck.

"Well.. I did have another one last night. I just didn't want you to worry," I mumbled, looking down at my plate. I heard Dad get up and move around to my side of the table. He sat down in the seat next to me, but I still didn't react. Dad gently grabbed my chin with his flesh hand and moved my face to look at him. He had a worried look on his face.

"(Y/N)... I'm always going to worry about you. It's my job. I want you to be able to talk to me. Whatever happened at HYDRA, we went through it together."

"Yeah but you don't know all of that happened to me. Hell, I don't even know everything they did to me," I felt on the verge of rambling, and stopped myself.

"But when you do remember I want you to tell me about it. I know that's what your nightmare was about last night." How'd he know? "Sleeping is usually when I remember what happened too," dad said softly, as if reading your mind. I sighed.

"Ok. I'll tell you whenever I remember something," I smiled a little. "I guess you want me to start with the nightmare last night?" Dad nodded.

So I started telling him everything.

**time skip**

Tuesday. I should be glad it wasn't Monday anymore, but I hated Tuesdays just as much. I had training on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school.  I had the super soldier serum like my  father and Steve. But it seems to be manifesting differently in me than it did for them. Yes, I'm strong and fast just like them. But I seem at times to be stronger and faster. Multiple tests have proved it. So the Avengers want to make sure I can control it. I do too. But it doesn't mean I need to like training.

The good news is, no more nightmares. But it was just one night. I might be too tired to have one tonight though. Depending on how hard I train. When I walk into the kitchen, Dad looks up to me. He looks relived. I guess I look better this morning than I did yesterday.

"You ready for training this evening?" He asks when we sit down for breakfast.

"When am I ever?" I reply, taking a bite of cereal. Dad nods, like he expected my answer.

"Well it should be extra special tonight." I raise my eyebrow. "Peter will be joining us tonight." You perked up. Dad laughed at my reaction. It was a nice sound, one I don't hear often anymore. Well today is starting off pretty good, in my opinion.