Peter Parker one-shots

A Story Across Time [WS]

Peter Parker had always felt out of place. In the midst of war, surrounded by soldiers and heroes, he was just a young man gifted-or cursed-with powers he barely understood. It was the 1940s, and while others were fighting with weapons and shields, Peter fought with webs and wit, never quite fitting into the mold of a traditional soldier. But he wasn't alone. Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, had found a kindred spirit in Peter. They shared stories, laughter, and the burden of being different.

And then, there was Bucky Barnes. What began as a casual friendship between Peter and Bucky grew into something deeper, something they kept secret. In a world that didn't understand, they hid their relationship, stealing moments in the shadows, away from the chaos of war. Only Peter and Bucky knew what they meant to each other.

Everything changed the day Bucky fell in front of the train.

Peter's world shattered. He had been on missions with Steve and Bucky, fighting HYDRA, fighting for freedom. But when Bucky plummeted into the abyss, everything in Peter's life seemed to spiral out of control. Steve had lost his best friend. Peter had lost the man he loved, and he couldn't tell a soul. All he could do was drown himself in work. He became a machine, going on mission after mission for Howard Stark, never stopping, never resting. He built things, designed weapons, improved Howard's technology, anything to keep his mind off the emptiness Bucky had left behind.

One day, Howard came to him with a new invention, something experimental. "It's a time displacement device," Howard said with a gleam in his eye. "I need you to test it, Parker."

Peter, numb and exhausted, agreed without thinking twice. He was always willing to throw himself into anything that would keep him from thinking about Bucky. But something went wrong. The machine sparked, whirred, and then exploded with light. Peter felt himself being pulled through time, the world around him spinning, stretching, until it all went dark.

When Peter woke, he was in the middle of modern-day New York City.

Confused and disoriented, Peter stumbled through the streets, his senses overwhelmed by the noise and chaos of the city. It was so different from the world he had known. The buildings were taller, the cars faster, and people were glued to strange devices in their hands.

Instinct led him to the Avengers Tower. He didn't know why, but something inside him pushed him toward it. Maybe it was the faint hope that somehow, Steve would still be there, or maybe it was just that nagging feeling he couldn't shake.

Peter managed to slip into the tower, his spider-powers helping him evade security. As he made his way through the hallways, he couldn't believe his eyes when he finally reached the living quarters. There, standing in the room, were Steve Rogers and-Bucky Barnes.

Peter's heart stopped. Bucky was alive.

He wanted to rush to Bucky, to wrap his arms around him and never let go, but something held him back. It wasn't just shock-it was the weight of time, the realization that decades had passed, and he had no idea what had happened to either of them since the war.

Bucky, dressed in modern clothes but with the same familiar steel in his eyes, caught sight of him first. His expression hardened, then softened with disbelief. "Peter?" he whispered, barely able to believe what he was seeing.

Steve turned, his eyes wide as he took in Peter's face, which hadn't aged a day since they'd last seen each other.

Peter took a shaky step forward. "Steve... Bucky... I..."

The reunion was painful and beautiful all at once. Steve pulled Peter into a tight embrace, and for a moment, everything felt right again. But the look in Bucky's eyes held something deeper, something only Peter understood. After Steve pulled away, Bucky stepped forward, his voice raw. "You... how are you here?"

Peter couldn't find the words to explain. "I don't know. Something happened. A machine... I'm from our time, Bucky. I'm from the past."

There was silence as the weight of Peter's words sank in. Steve was the first to speak. "Peter, after the war... I lost you both. I never thought I'd see either of you again."

Peter nodded, unable to meet Bucky's gaze just yet. "I thought I'd lost Bucky. I thought... after the train..."

Bucky's voice was low. "It wasn't the end for me, Peter. HYDRA got me. They turned me into the Winter Soldier. I've... done things I can't take back."

Peter's heart broke at the pain in Bucky's voice. He stepped closer, finally meeting his eyes. "Bucky, I don't care what they did to you. I don't care about any of that. You're still the man I..." He trailed off, glancing at Steve, who stood there, listening quietly.

Steve had always been perceptive. He stepped back, his gaze flickering between Peter and Bucky. "You two... I didn't know."

Peter swallowed hard. "We kept it quiet. The world back then... it wasn't ready."

Steve nodded, understanding more than he said. "I'm glad you found each other."

Bucky looked at Peter, his voice a whisper. "You never stopped looking, did you?"

Peter shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. "I lost everything when I lost you."

Bucky reached out, pulling Peter into a tight embrace. They stood there, holding onto each other as if the world around them didn't exist. After everything, after the years and the pain, they were together again.

Steve watched, a soft smile on his face. "It's good to have you back, Peter. Both of you."

Peter looked at Steve, and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, he smiled. "It's good to be home."