A year to Remember. Part 3, The Conclusion

Our Last Day

Tony

‏Morning Kid

‏Happy should be there in a few

‏?Ready for today

Peter

Hi Tony

Yup! I'm ready

‏Tony

‏Good to hear kid, meet you up in my lab

As he puts his phone down, it hits him; last day up with Tony. "What are you two doing today?", Peter asks curious, Ned and MJ turning back to him from further down the stairs. "Helen's doing a lecture at Princeton, asked me to join", MJ sums up her day, Peter subtly frowning behind the pair. Then comes Ned, "We're having a Pizza party, with Bruce and his other interns and employees".

Neither of his friends notice his quivering concern, it disappearing by the time they reach he door and Happy's car. "Hi Happy!", both Pete and Ned wave, MJ giving him a single nod which is the only thing he reciprocates. "And how bout you loser? What are you doing today?"

"I... don't know", he says confused, unsure. "Just said to meet him in his lab, like every day". Ned doesn't know how to react, aiming more for comforting while MJ takes the logical approach. "Stark made you an entire bedroom in secret, wouldn't be surprised if he has something big planned". Peter let's his worries go, MJ's point and her kisses something he kept thinking over on their drive to the tower, between the in depth discussion on Lord of the Rings and what if someone accidentally stepped on Scott.

And Peter couldn't have a minute at the tower without a diversion, Bucky this time, who pulled Pete away from his friends and the elevator and off to a secret, private area of the garage. "What's this about Mr Bucky". The soldier doesn't respond, taking all his energy to suppress his grin till he's by a giant tarp. "As promised", he says pulling it off, underneath a battered old car and 2 equally beaten matching bikes. Peter's eyes widen as he takes a look over all three vehicles, Bucky filling the teen's silence with an explanation.

"The car's a 1965 Ferrari 330, that's all yours. The bikes are 1978 Kawasaki KZ650s... I thought we could use them so I can teach you to ride". From besides the Ferrari, Peter's head shoots upwards towards the soldier. "I don't even know how to drive!".

Buck grimaces at the realisation and potential redundancy of the car. "I can teach you that too. If you'd like?", as he was scratching his neck, anxious and looking away, next thing he felt was a blow to his side, two arms wrapped around his waist. "I'd love that Mr Bucky". Peter doesn't take too long before falling back onto the vehicles, ogling them some more. The Car's doors are almost falling down, pain scratched off along side most of the metal, most of the glass on the windscreen and lights broken or completely missing, it's wheels barely standing. The bikes were in even worst condition, and that's without saying how any of their internal mechanisms were.

"I gotta be honest", Bucky winces, "I'm surprised you aren't disappointed". Peter only gives him a confused look for him to continue. "Most kids your age, they'd prefer something less- something more modern, like the car line I'm sure Tony's dying to give you".

Waking back to Bucky, half concerned half knowing, Peter replies. "They're classics, them being old doesn't make them any less awesome". Bucky feels a shockwave of relief, Peter's smirk growing at said reaction. "That applies to you too Mr Bucky". Bucky squats to match Peter's height, brilliantly smiling at the teen. "You little rascal, know too much", he ruffles Peter's hair before sitting down by the wall of the garage, patting the floor next to him for the kid. He sits down before Bucky continues, "want to hear a story?"