Winters Frost - Bucky Barnes

7 - A Temporary Stowaway

Sam's P.O.V:

"P-P-Peter?" Maddie questions quietly. "Peter!" 

Maddie jumps into his arms, holding him tightly. He winces as Maddie squeezes him. He sighs, his eyes closing in content as he wraps his arms around her waist, hiding his face in her shoulder.

I open the door wider, signalling him to enter. Maddie supports his weight, wobbling as he limps into the room. He pants slightly as he takes a seat on the couch, collapsing into the material.

"Pete, whats wrong?" Maddie kneels down in front of him, placing a comforting hand on his knee. His face is smeared in dirt and grime, mixed with sweat that beads his forehead. 

He's more purple than his normal complexion. His left eye is swollen, he can't be seeing a thing out of that and he won't for a while yet. His face still brewers congealed blood and his clothes are an utter mess. His hair is mattered in clumped ringlets, messy and dirtier than normal.

He closes his eyes, sucking in an uneasy breath, clutching his stomach. A cut on his eyebrow caused dry, clumping blood to cascade down the side of his face.

His upper lip remained bruised, purples and acid greens blending together to form an unpleasant sight.

"Pete um, what are you... wearing?" I point at his blue pants and red shirt, no scratch that, suit. A dominant black spider sits in the middle of his chest, with black webs tracing over his top half, along with two black bands on his sleeves.

Its torn to pieces, putting his sweaty skin on display. He's - Peter, is Spider-man. The Spider-man. 

His eyes dilate, rising from the couch and trying to walk away. He stumbles clumsily, losing his balance.

He clutches his stomach and hisses in pain. As he pulls his palm away, a crimson red liquid paints his clothes.

"Shit, your a stupid man. You know that, Parker?" I put my arm around his torso, aiding him to walk to the bathroom. He laughs weakly, feeling his weight slump against my side tiredly.

We squeeze through the bathroom door, moving sideways so both of us can fit through the small frame. I place him on the sink top, occasional seethes of pain blurting from Peters mouth.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" I watch Peter carefully as he fights to stay awake, his eyelids fluttering and his face paling more by the mere second.

"Maddie, get the first aid kit, we need to work fast." I tap Peter on the cheek, his brown irises meeting mine as his head leans against the mirror drowsily. 

"Stay with me Parker, keep your eyes on Maddie." He nodded lazily, clutching his stomach where blood pooled in his hand.

"Here, get to work." Maddie threw the kit at me, holding Peters hand. 

He looked over his side and smiled weakly, Maddie's eyes glistening with horror. I grabbed the small scissors, looking at his suit cautiously.

"Pete, don't sue me for ruining your suit, okay?" I cut his entire shirt open, leaving his chest and stomach exposed.

I carefully pull his body forward enough so I could cut around the back. Hearing the last snip, I pulled his shirt up, carefully pulling it off his arms and throwing it behind me.

Maddie gasped at the sight of his stomach as an oozing graze ran across his entire stomach. It started from his left side and ran across his belly button, up his right side, ending by his ribs.

It was deep; deep enough to need some stitches. Dry blood cracked around the edges, but fresh blood escaped from the middle, trailing down his torso.