Peters Little Sister

Part 51

~Bucky's pov~

Steve:Hey.
He says quietly.
Bucky:How is he?
Steve:Resting. Tony's in there with him.
I chuckle quietly.
Bucky:Of course he is.

Steve:How is she?
Bucky:I don't think she's doing well.
Steve:Why not?
I pull him into another room, where no one was gonna hear.

Steve:What's wrong?
He asks, concern laced in his voice.
I look down at Yn to make sure she's asleep.
Bucky:When we were at a gas station, I had to change her, and when I pulled down her pants....she had cuts all over her thighs. Self inflicted ones.
I pause as Steve puts his hand over his mouth for a moment before removing it.

Bucky:There were fresh ones and old ones, a few looked really fresh, and deep. One of them looked like it just stopped bleeding an hour ago.
Steve:Oh my God.
He pauses for a moment.
Steve:What do you think we should do?
Bucky:Search her room and bathroom, see if we can find a blade.
Steve:I can do that now, if you want.
Bucky:Maybe a bit later. It would be too loud and wake her up.

Bucky:We're gonna have a talk with her about this, when she's not in headspace anymore.

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Steve:Do you think Peter knows about this?
Bucky:I don't know.

Steve slowly and gently lifts her right arm—that had fallen from its place earlier—and carefully rolls her sleeve up.
There's a few faint scars on her forearm, a few fresher than the rest.
He keeps rolling it up, and it seems like it doesn't end, even after he pulls it up to her elbow.
He rolls it back down, gently, then places her arm back on her leg.

She stirs a bit.
Bucky:Shhh.
I shush her quietly, as I rub her back with my left hand.
She takes a deep breath then relaxes again.

Steve:Not eating, now this? What else do you think she's doing?
Bucky:I don't know.

Steve:Did you manage to get her to eat?
Bucky:At first she was just drinking chocolate milk, but when I took it away and didn't give it back she ate.
Bucky:Not much but it was still better than nothing.
Steve:Well with how little she's eaten, I'm not supposed she can't eat that much.
Bucky:I know.

Bucky:I'm going to go see if I can get her to lay down in her bed.
Steve:Ok, goodnight then.
Bucky:First, it's not even nigh, second, I'm not going to sleep.

Steve:Then come to bed after, we both need a nap.
Bucky:I'll try.

I head upstairs to Yn's room.
I gently put her on her bed and pull the blanket over her, stopping it right below her shoulders.
I kiss her forehead, before leaving the room, and shutting the door halfway.

I walk into my room and see Steve on the bed.
Steve:I'm exhausted.
Bucky:I haven't slept in two days, and I'm ready to run a marathon.
Steve:Bucky!
He kind of scolds me.
Bucky:What! I couldn't sleep.
I defend myself as I walk to the foot of the bed.

Steve gets out of bed and walks over to me.
Bucky:What?
I say with a cheeky smile, while playing dumb.

Steve:Don't "what" me and go to sleep.
He tells me, as he picks me up from under my arms and gently throws me on the bed.

I back up against the headboard with my back as he crawls closer to me from the foot of the bed.
He crawls closer to me until he's less than an inch from my face.
I can feel his breath against my lips, and feel my heart start to beat faster.
He kisses me a few times before he backs away a little.

Steve:Sleep.
He demands.
He falls to my right, then sits up again, just to pull my legs closer to the end of our bed, making me lay on my back.
He plops himself down beside me and kisses my head.