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Chapter 9

Bucky's POV

Peter's Spider-Man? That the best joke I've heard since 1942! That kid is deathly afraid of spiders. And he spend most of his days with us, so how could he go galavanting across the city in spandex? I burst out into laughter. 

Ross has finally lost it. He's gone insane. I hear Steve laughing beside me. We laugh for a little bit long, but the laughter dies down when Peter turned away from Ross. He begins spinning around the room like a maniac. He looks frantic. Whatever is bothering him, it's bad. He moves away from us. Me and Steve make eye contact, obviously concerned, but I'm more curious than anything. Peter looks like a sad, lost child, desperately searching for his mother in a crowded place. What could have gotten into him?

Screaming. 

Peter fell to the floor, screaming in a blind panic. That's what triggered everything. Steve and I ran to Peter, his ears are bleeding and any sense of curiosity I felt was washed away by blind rage and fear over this boy. Our backs, towards the windows, are showered in a cascade of glass when the windows break. Men in black suits storm in from all doorways, and storm towards Peter, guns raised in anticipation of movement. An alarm begins to sound, but one voice rings above all in the chaos.

"Stand down boys. The target isn't a threat at the moment." From my knees beside Peter, I whip my head towards Ross, Steve doing the same. Target? Peter? None of this makes any sense.

"You're after Peter?" My words drip venom, and I can feel my control slipping over the part of my I work so hard to keep away from the sunlight. The Winter Soldier rages against my loosening grasps. "Touch the kid and you die." Ross smiles at me. That asshole has the audacity to smile, as if I'm joking.

"My men outnumber you, easily. Just let us have the kid. He is more of a threat than you realize." In the corner of my eye, Steve is nearly trembling in anger. A door opens to the right side of us but I don't pay any mind to it. My eyes are trained on Ross, my promise of death holds thick in the air. 

"No, he isn't." We all look to see, the one and only, Tony Stark. The look on his face would make even the strongest men second guess their choices. Nick Fury might even shudder at the rage seeping out of his every pore. Behind him stands all of the Avengers, in uniform, ready to fight. Natasha throws Steve his shield. Fear shows on Ross' face.

"Get 'em." It's a hard fight, truly. The odds aren't looking good for us. Everytime a soldier falls, two more appear, and we don't have enough strength being surrounded like this. At some point, it became a losing game. I moved slightly from my spot next to Peter, and I don't think much of it, until I see Peter being grabbed by an agent. I completely panic. They can't have him. We've only known him for a few weeks, but he lights up everyone's life. They can't have him. 

No one gets there in time. I hear Peter's name being called by a thousand different voices. The agents begin to retreat, but we don't stop fighting to get to him, even though it's too late. They are dragging him into an airplane (when did an airplane get here?) and no matter how many soldiers I throw off me, my mad sprint towards the plane is futile. 

Ross waves to us from the plane's open hatch. When the planes turns in the air to fly away, I see the Hydra symbol. The most soul crushing noise comes from somewhere behind me, but I don't turn to see who it came from. My mind can't focus on anything but the nephew I just lost.

Next thing I know, all the Hydra agents are putting their guns to their heads and pulling the trigger. Tony takes off in the suit, and we all just kinda stand there dumbly. A lot just happened, more than I know how to process.