Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 11

It has been a week since I got of the med bay.
It has been the best week of my life.
I still stay glued to Buckys side but I talk more.
Not to much though.
Bucky and I each have our own room, but I sleep in his anyway.
Neither of us sleep very much.
We try to but we either wake up because of a nightmare or wake up because the other had one.
We are used of it though.
So most of the night we lay in bed together talking about new stuff we learned about.
Like 6 days ago we spent hours talking about the marvelous TV.
Yesterday we talked about phones.
God are those confusing.
Tony made one for both of us.
I don't know how to use it.
We also met some new people.
Their is this one guy, Clint, he always talks about Mario Cart, I think he is going to show me what it is tomorrow.
I've also started to eat normal food.
And it is amazing.
My favorite is Steve's pancakes.
They are soft and sweet- and the syrup is heavenly. 
Every day I feel like I could say I'm safe.
But then I remember.
I remember the pain and fear.
The darkness.
And then I remember the scariest thing,
We may have escaped HYDRA,
But they are still out their. They could be torturing innocent people.
Like us.
They need to be dead.
Destroyed.
"Hey Peter? Are you alright?" Bucky asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I swallow.
"Yeah,"
Why am I lying?
I never lie to Bucky.
He sighs, "I know your not telling the truth,"
Crap.
"H-HYDRA is out there. They could be hurting innocent people like the hurt us. What if they are looking for us? Bucky...I'm scared..." I say, a shiver of fear running down my spine.
He puts his arms around me and I relax slightly.
"It's ok Peter. We live in a house with super hero's. We will be safe." Bucky assures me.
I'm not fully convinced though.
It's all happening to quickly.
First I was in fear and darkness.
Now I'm safe?
I'm not so sure anymore.
But I nod and say ok for Bucky's sake.
...
I sit at the table. Bucky sits by Steve and I sit by Bucky, and Tony sits on the other side of me.
Bruce sits across from me and Natasha sits in between him and Clint.
In the middle is a table is stacks of food, waffles, pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
I take two pancakes and drown them in syrup.
I also have a glass of milk.
I really don't like it but Steve got it for me and I don't want him to feel bad.
I chug down the glass of milk then start on my pancakes.
The others chatter happily, and I can't help but smile.
"What do you think Peter?" I momentarily stop eating.
"Um... sorry I wasn't paying attention," Tony chuckles and Steve says,
"Are my eggs or pancakes better. We are debating," I look down ate my plate.
"Pancakes." I state.
Clint throws his hand up in the air.
I recognize the gesture of the high five and some what hesitantly hit his hand.
He smiles at me and I can't help but smile back.
Bucky is looking at me with happy eyes and a smile.
"Mario Cart?" Clint asks while looking at me.
I enthusiastically nod.
...
Clint and I are sitting in the floor, Bucky is sitting on the couch behind me.
Clint started off by showing me the controls on the remote.
I'm awful at it.
Clint told me to be that mushroom guy... so I am.
Bucky laughs or says something occasionally but other than that just watches us.

"Hey Peter, I have to go talk to Steve, will you be ok with Clint for 20 minuets?" 

I don't want Bucky to leave, because if I can't see him I don't know whats happening to him.

I don't like relying on someone so much. 

It makes me feel weak. 

But I can't stop. 

"It's ok," I say and try to give a small smile. He nods and slowly gets up. 

Fear crawls up me as Bucky exsits the room. 

Breathe. 

It's ok. 

"Want to keep playing?" I slowly nod. 

Clint smiles and presses the start button again. 

 ...

Bucky and I lay in bed. 

"How are you doing, I mean really," 

I look over at him and think about it for a moment. 

Then another. 

"Ok. I like it here it's... nice, but it's just a lot. It all happened so quickly. I really don't know what to think? Is this even real?" Bucky ruffles my hair. 

"That's how I feel too Peter. Everyone is nice, but yeah... we went through a lot, that will never change. But I hope that one day all of this won't seem so bad," I nod and lay my head on Buckys chest and he puts and arm around me. 

I sink into the warm mattress and the blanket fall around me like a cocoon.  

This is the most comfortable I've ever been. 

No exsatration. 

Soon I drift off into sleep. 

...

The man dressed in black  takes a step forward, a smirk on his face. 

He holds a shiny knife. 

He takes another step closer. 

Fear. 

I look down at my bear chest with dried blood and scars. 

He starts to lower the knife into my chest. 

The knife leaves a trail of pain behind. 

...

I shoot up in bed and I can still feel the pain burning across my chest. 

Bucky sits up next to me and puts on a my hand back. 

"Bucky..." I whimper. 

....

Next chapter I will be getting into another conflict so it'll get interesting again soon

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