Michelle felt her eyelids getting heavy. She struggled to stay awake, as it was already 5.39 AM. She'd been sitting next to Peter's bed the whole night, to make sure that, if he woke up, he wouldn't have a full blown anxiety attack. Bucky fell asleep next to her on the couch, and Natasha and Steve were still at the hospital. Peter hadn't slept in 2 days, and this was the one time he could fall asleep without worries. Without fears.
Michelle still had that weird feeling in her stomach every time she looked at Parker. She first thought she liked him, but cringed at the thought of it and quickly shrugged it of. But she could not get over the feeling that she got every time she looked at his sleepy face. As she thought about how it would be to meet the whole team when Mr. Stark got back, she fell asleep, resting her head on Bucky's shoulder.
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Peter slowly opened his eyes, not fully realizing where he was. He looked around the room, and landed his eyes on Michelle. Her head was resting on Bucky's shoulder, her hair in a ponytail with a tiny strand loose, which somehow ended up in her mouth, and her arms wrapped around her knees. A tiny smile appeared on his face, as he looked over at her.
"When can I go back to the hospital to see Mr. Stark?" Peter looked at Bucky, who had been awake since Michelle fell asleep.
"When he gets better." The metal-armed man leaned back a bit, not caring about what Peter's reaction would be. He would have to wait anyway, whether he liked it or not.
"I can't- I don't- I need to-" Peter tried to argue, but couldn't come out of his words.
"You have to. No excuses. He's having a surgery, and needs rest." he eyed the distressed teen for a moment. "Speaking of resting, you should go back to bed."
Peter stopped in the middle of a yawn.
"I'm okay. Let's just go to the hospital. I will sleep after I see Mr. Stark. Good? Good." He said quickly. Without waiting for a response from the super soldier he stumbled out of the room as quick as his tired legs would carry him.
Bucky took his time shifting Michelle off his shoulder and standing up, calmly walking out of the door. He quickly caught up to Peter, who was struggling against a locked door. He sighed and carefully took the boy's arm, leading him away from the door.
But the teen pulled his arm away, looking at him with his big, brown eyes.
"What do you even care?"
The words tumbled out of Peter's mouth before he could stop them. Bucky sighed as he looked at the kid in front of him.
"Actually," he started, hands resting on his knees to get to the teen's eye level. "Quite a lot. You see, Stark helped me when I didn't exactly know who I was, helped me recover. And after a while, I realised he was- is, actually a very good person, even if he doesn't always show it. It pains me too, you know, to see him like this." he added as Peter looked down at his feet, feeling a bit guilty. "It's never easy to see a friend in pain."
Peter kept looking down, trying not to cry as exhaustion and worry finally caught up with him. Bucky felt bad for the kid, so he tried to lighten the mood a bit.
"Besides," he said cheerfully, straightening and putting his metal hand on the kid's shoulder. "Stark's way too stubborn to die."
He earned a small giggle from the kid, so he was satisfied. They walked back to the room, and Peter fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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The End Game | MCU FanFiction
Fanfiction*set after the events that occurred up to Black Panther, but the Civil War has been changed* This takes place before Infinity War -- Michelle Jones has had a hard life. Being an orphan was never easy, of course. But her life had been good, up to a p...
