Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 14

I crawl through our window. 

I just got back from patrol. 

I helped multiple people. 

But I still killed and hurt so many more. 

Bucky is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. 

"Hey Peter," He says and smiles towards me. 

"Hi Bucky," I grab some sweat pants and a sweatshirt and then walk to the bathroom. 

I tell FRIDAY to start a shower at a mild temperature. 

It is hard to get used to. Not to long ago I was stuck in a cell being tortured. 

Now I am in mansion with walls that talk. 

I step in the shower and the warm water runs down my back releasing the tension in my sore muscles. 

I step out of the shower and grab a fluffy towel. 

Not so long ago I had never taken a proper shower before. 

I put on my sweatpants and sweatshirt the walk back into our room. 

Bucky is now laying in bed and I lay next to him under the warm blankets and in the comfortable mattress. 

... 

The man in black walks in and grabs Bucky. 

Fear. 

No. 

He is the only thing I have. 

I hear screams echoing from the hallway. 

No. 

They are loud and echo around the room. 

I shoot up in bed. 

But the screaming didn't stop. 

It's even louder. 

I look next to me and notice Bucky flailing around and screaming. 

I feel a pang in my chest. 

I lay a hand on his arm. 

"Bucky, we aren't there any more... We are ok... Wake up," Bucky goes flying up in bed. 

"Peter..." he whispers. I quickly pull him into a big hug. 

He wraps his arms around me. 

It is comforting. 

But we are both shaking. 

We are both in fear. 

We are both in pain. 

... 

The moon vanishes in the light sky, the warm sun shinning down on the Earth. 

Bucky and I didn't fall back a sleep last night. 

We just laid next to each other occasionally talking. 

He told me some more stories. 

I've heard them already but I don't mind. 

Then I worry about how HYDRA is still out there. 

Bucky tries to reassure me but I could here it in his voice. 

He is scared too. 

We decided to wake up when the sun leaked in from behind the blinds.

Together we make our way into the living room.