Hydra

Chapter Four

Bucky was freezing by the time they got home and he was ready to fall over from exhaustion. He takes his medication and sits on the couch. Steve sits down as well. They're silent for a while before Bucky speaks up.

"It's the anniversary of their death tomorrow." Bucky says quietly, feeling like his throat was too tight to speak. Steve wraps a protective arm around him and Bucky leans into him. "I really miss her." He sniffles. Steve rubs his back.

"I know. I'm sorry Buck." Steve sighs.

"I wanna go to her grave tomorrow." He whispers. Steve looks down at him.

"Want me to come?" Steve asks. Bucky shakes his head.

"I'd rather go by myself." He answers and Steve nods understandingly.

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Bucky wipes away tears as he sets the bouquet of assorted flowers down on his mothers grave. He sits there for a long time, remembering his mothers smile and her beautiful laugh. He gets up finally when he can't feel the fingers on his right hand. He glances back one last time before walking away.

Bucky wanders into the Starbucks, he hands shoved in the pocket of his jacket. He wanders up to the counter and looks up to place his order. He tries really hard not to blush as Pietro smiles at him.

"How can I help you today?" He asks.

"A... A hot chocolate I guess." He says shyly. Pietro nods.

"Are you Russian?" Pietro asks while he's making his order.

"No, why?" Bucky asks confused.

"You ordered in Russian." Pietro answers, holding his cup out to him.

"Oh... Sorry." He says shyly. Pietro shrugs. Bucky takes his cup.

"You know, I'm off in about ten minutes. Wanna hang around 'till then?" He asks, Bucky nods.

"Uh yeah. Sure." Bucky nods. Pietro smiles. Bucky takes a seat and waits. Maybe the day wouldn't be as horrible as he thought it would be. Pietro joins him at his table and smiles.

"I'm Pietro." Pietro says, holding out a hand. Bucky takes it.

"James. But everyone calls me Bucky." He answers, shaking his hand. Pietro smiles.

"I was planning on going to lunch. Wanna come?" Pietro hums, Bucky nods.

"Sure." Pietro gets up and Bucky follows him. They walk to a small diner and find a table.

"So how old are you Bucky?" Pietro asks, after they order.

"17. You?" He answers.

"19." Pietro smiles.

"You go to school?" Bucky hums. Pietro shakes his head.

"Do you?"

Bucky shakes his head. "Well, technically I still do but I want to drop out." He sighs. Pietro tilts his head to the side.

"Are your grades bad? Why would you drop out?" Pietro asks curiously. The waitress brings them their meals and Bucky takes a bite of a fry. After swallowing he looks back to Pietro.

"I have perfect grades. But it's torture." He sighs. Pietro frowns.

"I found school quite fun personally." Pietro hums. "So what kind of things do you do in your free time?"

Bucky pauses. "I read." He says eventually. "What about you?"

"I run." Pietro smiles and Bucky nods.

"That's cool."

They talk for about an hour, getting to know each other better. Then Bucky gets a text from Steve.

"I've got to go Pietro." He sighs, Pietro nods understandingly. The blonde grabs Bucky's right hand and scribbles his number onto the brunettes arm.

"Call me." Pietro says before paying the bill and leaving. Bucky smiles happily before making his way home.

Steve was making dinner by the time Bucky finally got home and he looks over at him.

"How'd it go?" He asks quietly. Bucky sighs.

"It was okay. I went to Starbucks after and then ended up having lunch with someone." He answers. Steve looks up.

"Who?" Steve asks.

"His name is Pietro. He's really nice." Bucky explains. Steve smiles.

  "That's great." Steve says. Bucky blushes. 

  "What are we having for dinner?" Bucky asks. Steve smiles.

"Spaghetti." He answers. Bucky smiles.

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The headlights were really bright and he covered his eyes with his arm. There was the sound of metal crunching and screaming. He hit his head hard and things became fuzzy. His vision came back and he tried to undo his seatbelt. It was hard, every move made his left arm hurt. There was blood covering his arm. He crawls out through the window, the car was on it's roof.

  "Mummy! Mum!" He cries, looking for them. There were people everywhere and the snow was cold. "Mummy!" He cries, as someone tries to pull him away. He breaks free of their grasp as his jacket slips off. His mum was hanging upside down from where she was still belted into the passenger seat. He nudges her.

"Mummy? Mummy wake up. Please mummy!" He cries. "Daddy! Daddy make her wake up! Daddy!" He cries. Tears pouring down his cheeks. Someone grabs him from behind and he screams.

  "Mummy! Mummy! Please wake up!" He screams, thrashing and fighting them.

  "They're dead!" Someone shouts at him finally. He goes still. Everything was fuzzy after that. He was six when he became an orphan. He didn't talk, sleep, or eat for days. They gave him a cast for his broken arm and he was sent to live in an orphanage.

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Bucky woke up covered in sweat with his shirt clinging to his chest. He gets up and gets a glass of water from the kitchen. He runs his human hand through his hair shakily. He calls Jane, he knew it was really early in the morning but she'd told him to call her whenever if he felt like he needed to. He felt like he needed to. He's thankful when she picks up.

  "I dreamt of the crash. Yesterday was the anniversary and I suppose I more remembered than dreamt it but. It was so real. And... And I don't feel okay right now." He says when she picks up. She talks to him for about an hour before they say good bye and he feels better. He still doesn't feel good enough to return to his room alone so he crawls into bed with Steve. Steve says nothing and wraps an arm around him comfortingly. Bucky drifts off.