Where Are We...?

Chapter Nine

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-Peter Parker-

Bucky was tense as the wizard talked to them. Peter did his best to calm him down, but the best he could do was squeeze his shoulders.

"So, there's good news," Strange said, staring straight at Peter. "We're not dead. Just stuck."

"How the hell do we get out?" Bucky muttered angrily, his fist tightening.

"We need to find every spot on this map."

Strange laid a piece of paper with the world drawn on it, along with dots in the order of the Stones arranged on the gauntlet.

Just that image made Peter shiver.

"At every spot here, there will be a crater with a Stone in the middle. We have to find every stone to get out."

"Where are we?" Quill asked.

"Well, conveniently enough, we are right next to the time stone. If we start walking tomorrow morning, then we should get there in two days."

Everyone shared looks. Bucky stared at his hand, though, and everyone knew immediately what he was thinking.

"It'll take about 5 months, tops."

Bucky sighed. "How fast can we do it?"

"Probably around two months. Someone back home you're waiting for?"

"Is it any of your business?" Bucky glared. Peter sort of shrank back a little, but rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"Sorry," Strange apologized. "But, if we start tomorrow it'll most likely be two months."

"Okay. I guess that's what we're going to do," Quill said. Bucky stared at his hand and Peter stared at Bucky. "Sound good, you two?"

"Sure." They said in unison.

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"You know who I miss, Peter," Bucky said, watching Peter spin in circles on the empty floor of the town hall.

It wasn't even a question; Bucky knew for a fact that Peter knew.

"I do?" Peter panted, jerking to a stop.

"Yeah, you do."

"Steve?" Peter sat down next to Bucky. "You miss Steve?"

"Mhm."

Peter wiped his forehead. "Did you and Steve ever dance?"

"What?"

"Dance." Peter grabbed Bucky's hand and pulled him up. "Did you ever dance?"

"To songs that went extinct before you were born, boy," Bucky smiled. "We danced all the time. We looked dumb."

"Why'd you stop?"

"After HYDRA, my limbs don't really do what I want them to," Bucky mumbled. "They messed me up. Screw them, honestly. They messed everything up." Bucky's fist tightened.

"Hey, calm down." Peter's voice cracked. "I'll teach you."

"What?"

"I'll teach you to dance," Peter laughed. "Jeez, you're old but I didn't think you'd forget that quickly."

"Shut it, boy," Bucky shoved Peter's shoulder. "How do I know you're a good dancer."

"I took ballet when I was 7." Bucky's frown made Peter smile. "What's wrong with that? Forgetting you're not in 1920 anymore? There are plenty of dudes in ballet."

"No, it's just," Bucky sighed. "You're... not the kind of person I would expect to be able to dance."

Arms crossed, Peter scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Well, come on, you're kind of..." Bucky put his hand out, not even coming up to his chest. "You're... a wimp."

Peter laughed. He laughed, and then he collapsed. Bucky stepped closer.

"Peter?"

"Aunt May called me a wimp all the time," Peter sobbed. "Not in a bad way, she just called me it."

"Kid," Bucky sat down and hugged him close. "I know you must miss her, but, I promise you, you'll see her again. I can promise you because I also want to get back."

"You have a good reason, though, you've got a friend that helped you through everything and all I am is some homesick kid," Peter buries his face into Bucky's neck. "I miss my Aunt."

"I know you do," Bucky whispered. He was afraid that his voice would crack if he spoke any louder.

"I wanna go home."

"We'll be home soon, Pete."