Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

I just wanted to build a snowman

A/N: Hey guys! This one-shot I'm not overly fond of, but I forced myself to write it which is why it isn't as good as my normal ones are. I liked the idea originally, but I got caught it up with a few other things so here's the work of two weeks. So plz don't be too critical on me just this once alright?

Peter Barnes, adopted child of The Winter Soldier, aka James "Bucky" Barnes was taken by HYDRA at the young age of four. He didn't remember much about that day, only blurred faces who he assumed to be his parents slumped to the ground after loud bang sounds. And then came the cold, the needles and the pain. And Peter became The Winter Spider.

Bucky saw something in Peter, innocence, and purity, two things he wished he could still have and took him in. He took on the role of training Peter, being lenient and like a father to him, putting Peter's needs before his always.

It was him who softly stroked the sniffling four-year-old when he was scared of the dark, because that was when all the monsters came out. How Peter didn't see Bucky as a monster was surprising, but Bucky gladly accepted the trust.

It was Bucky who curled up with Peter after the experimentation periods, doing whatever he could to make the pain go away. It was Bucky who fought with HYDRA agents to give Peter an extra blanket and extra food because Peter was a child, and he wouldn't be able to survive HYDRA on his own.

No matter how many times he was wiped, he never forgot Peter. He couldn't forget the little boy with doe-eyes and the curlies brown hair. He just couldn't. Because if he did, who else would keep the child safe?

The two had created a strong bond, constantly relying on each other. Bucky had made a compromise with the head of HYDRA, that he would do whatever they wanted, as long as Peter didn't become a soldier. And HYDRA could live with that. Just not how Bucky had expected.

Experimentation hours became longer and more painful. Every night Peter cried himself to sleep. HYDRA agents would use every opportunity to insult the child, calling him annoying, too skinny, a waste of space, despite the fact that they had made him that.

Peter grew fond of his father-figure, trusting him to keep him safe and warm. And Bucky tried his hardest, and Peter loved him for it.

It was Bucky who held him tight whenever he cried running his fingers through his curls reassuring him that everything was going to be okay, even if it wasn't.

So naturally, Peter had grown to look at Bucky as his father, even calling him "Papa".

When Bucky would be able to escape, the first thing he did was find Peter, who was being tortured on any information on him. He quickly killed all the guards, scooping up the bloody boy and left the base, not looking back once.

He didn't stop running until he was far away from Washington DC where the people wore heavy coats and thick boots to keep themselves warm from the dancing raindrops that swayed to the ground.

He didn't stop running until he found a hospital, panic flooding his tone when he saw Peter struggling so stay awake. Bucky gently laid him down on the bed, "You're going to be okay нести, I promise." Peter nodded, gripping Bucky's hand as the dreaded darkness overcame him.

And the two had stuck like glue once Peter was cleared to go home, wherever it was. They didn't have a home. Peter and Bucky were outcasts, misfits who didn't belong with society. No one would take them willingly if they knew of the hardships that they faced.

Peter, as optimistic as he could try to be, was really sad. And hurt. It hurt to walk around, to sit, to eat, to breathe. He didn't want to exist. Peter hated HYDRA, the cold background it had given him, and the repetition of pain and more pain. His entire body was littered with scars, some he could remember the story behind, and others he couldn't. He constantly feels so dirty, and no matter how many showers he takes he can never truly get rid of that awful feeling. But worst of all, in his thoughts, he feels alone and useless. HYDRA's taunts live in him, how annoying, ugly, and skinny he was. That was all he was told every single day. It's no wonder he hasn't killed himself from the constant pain.