Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 7

So the coins is a program where writers get paid for their work on Wattpad because the readers have to purchase coins to read them and money goes to them. Of course I would like to have more money but none of my stories are going to be entered in this program because I feel like you as readers shouldn't have to pay to read a fan fiction piece I do because I want to, and you might not have the money to spend doing this. I think it is a good program for some writers but I will be keeping my stories free.
...
My eyes flutter open.
Sun.
Free.
The corner of my lips twitch up into a small smile.
"Good morning Pete," Bucky says. He is already sitting up.
"How do we get to Steve?" I ask.
Bucky puts a hand on my shoulder.
"We will figure it out. I promise," I nod.
Bucky stands up. I look down at my leg.
The bullet whole closed up.
As I stand up my bones scream in pain.
I ignore it.
The trees are tall and green.
The sun is warm on my skin.
It's...
It's...
I forget the word.
I'm just happy? To be free.
Yes.
Happy.
Bucky begins to walk.
I follow him.
One tree blues into another.
I cling to Bucky's side like a magnet, scared of what's behind me.
I'm free.
But my mind isn't.
The pain will never leave.
The memories will never leave.
I will never forget the cold stares.
Or the evil cackle, the burn that left a trail on my skin.
The fear.
It will never ever be gone.
As hard as I try.
I will always be haunted.
I am never going to forget the feeling of the gun in my hand.
The guilt that I almost shot Bucky.
The hatred I feel for myself and for HYDRA.
"B-Bucky- I-I'm so-Sorry.  I almost killed you be-before I flipped it on myself. I actually almost killed you. I hate myself for it. I'm so sorry." Bucky stops walking.
I turn so I am looking at him, but keep my gaze on his shoes.
"Peter, it's not your fault. Don't apologize." He bends down at wraps his arms around my. I bury my head in his shoulder. My body is shaking and tears fall out of my eyes like a water fall.
The leaves rustle.
Bucky flips around towards the noise and shoves me behind him. A man dressed in green and brown comes out.
Fear.
"Who are you?" The man asks. I try to move closer to Bucky, like it will protect me.
"James Buchanan Barnes." Bucky says calmly. The mans mouth opens and closes.
"Wait- like Captain America's Friend?" He slowly nod.
"No way. You died." He shakes his head.
I feel him put a hand on my shoulder.
"I'll tell you everything. If, you take me, and my brother- Peter back where you came from." The man nods and takes a black box from his belt and raises it to his lips.
He presses down on the side and speaks into it,
"Came across a guy claiming to be Sargent Barnes from WW2, he has a medal arm and is with a kid," the box makes a weird voice and another voice crackles across,
"Stay there, I'm coming." The box falls quite again. The man puts it back on his belt.
"Bucky," I whisper and push myself closer into his leg, "I'm scared." He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into a hug.
"Don't worry Peter. It will all be ok." I nod.
Above us I hear a loud noise. A black machine that appears to be flying comes closer.
Fear.
I burry my face into Buckys side.
Wind whips around me and blows my clothes up, my hair flying up.
"W-What's happening," I ask.
"It's ok," Bucky replies. Slowly I look behind me. The door to the wired machine drops open.
Fear.
I hear loud steps approaching.
I wimped in fear
...
Flash back-
I'm in my cell with Bucky.
I quickly scramble away from him as the clicking comes closer.
Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
The man opens the door with a squeak.
He grabs my hair and pulls me up.
We walk down the hallway and he pulls out a needle.
I tilt my head to the side.
Sharp pain.
Black
...
Through my tears I make out a man dressed in black.
Black.
Fear.
He is wearing a long black leather coat.
Fear.
Over his eye lays a piece of fabric.
"I'm Fury," he speaks.