Chapter Twenty-Eight

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welcome to the end of the beginning.

-James "Bucky" Barnes-

When the kid watched his Aunt tumble down the hill, he crumbled; figuratively and literally.

Bucky looked down at his arm. It was starting to fall apart again. He felt like throwing up.

"Bucky?" Quill yelled. "What's happening?"

"I... don't know..." Bucky said, swallowing a thick lump in his throat before ducking into the dark oblivion he had been in when he died the first time....

He was floating. His form was something like a blob. He raised what he thought was his hand up, a puddle of nothing distorting the starry backdrop.

"Bucky?" A distorted voice sounded. It hurt his head. He tried to plug his ears but his hand went through his head. "Bucky? Are you awake?"

Steve?

"Bucky."

"Steve?"

Bucky cracked open his eyes, and there sat Steve; he had tears in his eyes.

"You look like crap," Bucky mumbled.

"We could say the same for you," Shuri said from behind him. Natasha laughed. "You look like you've been run over."

Steve pulled Bucky in for a tight hug. He could take it, though.

"If your little best friend moment is over, I'd like to say hi as well." Natasha said jokingly. Steve threw her the finger and rested his head on Bucky's shoulder.

They were back.

-Peter Parker-

Peter couldn't breathe. His eyes were filled with tears and his throat was closing up and he felt awful.

How had he just done that? He just killed his last living relative. No way Mr. Stark was actually gonna take him in, he was probably gonna be in foster care the rest of the year.

He didn't want to be in foster care.

His brain felt like it was slipping from him and he was sobbing but that meant he was whole again, he wasn't floating, he was whole.

Familiar arms wrapped around him, tightly, so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe.

"You're okay," Mr. Stark said. He sounded panicky. "You're okay."

"Mr. Stark?" Peter gripped the fabric of Mr. Stark's shirt tightly. His suit was cold.

"It's me, kid." Peter let out a shaky breath that dissolved into a sob. "It's okay."

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