Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 4

A/N I might do super subtle minor subplot s spideychelle idk yet but we will see how it goes.
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I'm standing in the middle of the room.
Frozen.
The man in Black is on the other side.
He is holding Bucky.
He has a knife.
He sinks it into Bucky.
I am frozen.
Bucky falls backwards.
I am frozen.
His eyes roll into his head.
I am frozen.
He is dead.
I scream.
I cry.
I run.
He is dead.
My friend.
My brother.
More pain than I ever felt.
To much.
And I am numb.
....
A strong arm wraps around me.
"Peter wake up," my eyes flicker open.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I am shaking.
Bucky runs a hand through my hair as he hugs me.
"I'm right here..." he whispers.
I cry harder.
I clutch onto Bucky for my life.
He's the only thing I have.
...
The man in Black didn't come.
I'm still hugging Bucky.
I move away slightly.
Something bad is about to happen.
But what.
I look down and play with my fingers.
"Y-you said something bad was going to happen..." I state and trail off.
Bucky sighs. 
Then he wipes his eye.
Oh no.
"They... they're going to put us up against each other to see who's a better Winter Solider. One of us will die." He sniffles.
No.
I am frozen again.
I can feel my chest tightening.
It is hard to breathe.
I gasp for air.
I still can't breathe.
I'm drowning.
The man in Black is cackling.
Please.
Help me.
"Peter! Peter!" Bucky calls. I shake my head as if to get the memories out of my head.
"N-no." I shake my head again.
Buckys eyes are filled with tears.
And so are mine.
He hugs me again.
"We will get out though. Then we can go to Steve, you've always wanted to meet him right?" I nod.
Then yet another unfamiliar feeling washed over me.
Happiness?
No.
Hope?
Maybe.
"How?" I say.
I want to get out of here.
See myself.
See the outdoors.
See light.
"I don't know," Bucky admits and hangs his head.
Then the hope leaves.
It's to good to be true.
This is my reality.
Nothing can change that.
"On our next mission maybe?" I say hopping to come up with something... anything... just to give me hope. Real or not.
"We only go on solo missions." I sigh after he says that.
Bucky is right.
And so am I.
We are never getting out of this black hole.
Click.
Clack.
I scramble over to the corner.
Then I hide the three halves of bread.
He can't know we are friends. 
The door creeks open.
I tense.
Don't hurt me.
But don't hurt him. Please.
The man throws a single piece of bread in the middle.
Then he leaves.
I let out a breathe.
Click.
Clack.
The steps fade off into the distance. I go back by Bucky and pick up the bread.
I break it in half and hand one to him.
"Stop." He says as I'm about to take a bite.
"We need extra food if we are getting out of here." I put down my love of bread and he splits his in half again.
I take it from him.
The bland bread taste like a blessing.
The pit  in my stomach becomes less empty.
But then my bread is gone.
And I am hungry.
I stand up and Bucky looks at me. Then I bring over the three other halves.
"I have some extras." Bucky smiles and chuckles.
"Nice!" He exclaims and holds out his hand.
I stare at it for a second.
Bucky told me about these once.
High fives I think.
So I slap his hand back.
Then I sink to the ground smiling.
It's probably a small smile.
But it's a smile.
"Next time he brings us food. We will escape..."
Bucky tells me the plan.
I listen.
I remember  every word of it.
Then he tells me another story.
"I hope I can meet Steve someday," I say.
This time I am a slight bit hopeful.
"Soon." Bucky replies.
But then my stomach drops.
Nothing can be this good.
This can't just be over like that.
It can't be so easy.