When he got to the motel he called Steve. He said he had to move into his apartment tomorrow and so he wouldn't be able to work. Steve was okay with it, and even offered to help. Peter declined.
Peter didn't have a lot of stuff. Which was good, because his apartment was small. The bed was part of the living room, with a small kitchenette and a bathroom off to the side. After he finished unpacking, it was late. He decided he would go give Bucky a piece of his mind.
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Western Marvel (Complete)
FanfictionA story I came up with using Marvel characters, but in the wild wild west.
