Spiderson Oneshots [HIATUS/VERY RANDOM UPDATES SORRY!]

Fuck with me, I fuck with you. Pt2!

As Peter walked next to the Winter Soldier, he relaxed more and more. He gushed passionately about his interests and science and heros and his friends. And Bucky listened, the orignally cold child warm as fresh cookies and oozing with sweetness and kindness. But there was something wrong. Every now and again Peter's face would harden, the temperature dropping below 0, and you could feel his rage and Peter's rush of emotions before he sealed it away and he would continue to talk about his lego death star. Bucky could only imagine why.

"So that's the end of the tour! Any questions?" Steve started to speak, "No? Ok well your rooms are down the hall to the left, Da- Mr Stark requests Mr Rogers to meet him in the conference room tomorrow morning." Peter turned to Bucky and smiled. "Sleep with one eye open rouges . . ." The boy turned around his words dripping with venom and his eyes cooler than ice, "You never know what happens while you sleep." Satisfied with the terror displayed on the ex-Avengers, the black clad figure skipped over to the elevator and told F.R.I.D.A.Y to take him to the private lounge.

"I'm telling you guys, something is up with that kid!" "His name is Peter." Bucky supplied, only half listening to the conversation. "I agree with Steve, he snuck up on me and Clint, we couldn't sense him at all!" Nat spoke up. The rouges all sat in the small common room next to their rooms. Steve stood up the front, facing away from the door. "He completely disregarded us-" Sam cut in, "Not to mention the kid jumped me!" 

"And I'll do it again if you don't shut that annoying mouth of yours up."

Everyone turned to see the boy - Peter, Bucky had said - leaning against the wall by the exit, the only exit. "Why do you all look so surprised? Captain Liberty is late for his meeting with the Boss." Steve nodded and took a step forward. "Stark sent you then." "Well duh.", Peter dead panned, Steve took a closer look at the teen. He was wearing a more formal outfit today, sporting a simple white button up shirt, black waistcoat and black slacks. His hair was slicked back, not the untamed curls they were the day before. "Hurry up, Mr Stark doesn't like waiting." The boy didn't say anything more, he just left as seamlessly as he came.

"Seriously Dad, a meeting with him? Are you out of your mind! You couldn't even see a picture of him without having a panic attack!" Steve heard the muffled voices from outside the room. The clouded glass didn't provide much visibility but he managed to make up two figures. "I know what I'm doing, just trust me." A second voice, older, more familiar spoke up. "I just . . . don't want to see you hurt again. Look he'll be here soon, I'll be watching the feed. Any problems and I'll be down as quick as possible." The first voice was softer now and filled wiht sincerity. "Yeah, see you kid." 

No one left the room. Steve made his way to the door and pulled the handle.

"Tony, you wanted to talk?"

Sorry for the semi-short chapter, ill probs write the continuation tomorrow. Thanks for all the views and support! I love all you guys!