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Peace of Mind (Winterfrost & Peter Parker)

Peter receives a visit from someone he'd never thought to see upclose. He wouldn't say it was a bad experience but he sure is in more trouble than he ever wanted to be. But after all, what could possibly be worse than an ex assassin hiding in his apartment?

Right. A god who want's to see earth burn.

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Chapter Index

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Chapter Four : The Conversation

Bucky could feel the warm blood starting to cool and stick to his torn pants as he pushed Loki through the entrance door of Peter's apartment. To his surprise, the black haired man did not resist him as the only thing he did was roll his eyes in annoyance and huff from time to time. He dragged Loki to the chair he had previously occupied and sat him down. Peter locked the door and closed the curtains so that they were shielded from any unwanted eyes. He thought it to be a smart idea since the Avengers were looking for Loki with the Quinjet they had landed with just minutes ago.

While Peter made sure that the rest of his apartment was save, Bucky let his blue eyes wander around the room, looking for the gun he had left behind earlier. Once he had found it leaning against the wall to his right, he made quick to grab it and return into his position, looking over Loki, who was still sluggishly sitting on the chair he had been dropped onto.

"I assure you, you will not need this." Loki said with a humorous undertone to his voice. It almost seemed to be as he was mocking James over his pathetic human weapon.

"And I assure you that I will." Bucky said, not amused in any way over how the God had spoken to him. "And if you don't shut up I will need this very soon." His eyes darkened, and a small, tiny smirk crossed his lips, as Loki's arrogant smile faded. Loki straightened his back and leaned further into the back of the chair, clearly uncomfortable.

Peter came running from his room, having now searched the apartment for any lack of security and hidden the magical staff thing Loki had come with.

"Alright, I made sure that no one will suspect that I am hiding two - uh- bad guys. No offence." He said as he checked his locked door for the second time. Just to be sure.

Bucky didn't respond. His eyes softened a bit, the past still haunting him. As much as he hated to admit, the kid was right. He can't change what had happened the last decades, and it wasn't his fault entirely, but he will make up for the pain he has unwillingly caused.

Loki, however, took it with a lot more humour as he looked at Peter and chuckled. "None taken. I am quite flattered."

It was quiet for a while. Bucky was lost in his thoughts, but his eyes were still wandering between the God and the kid, Loki was looking at Bucky and the weapon in his hands and Peter was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed.

As the minutes dragged along, Buckys leg started to hurt painfully. He was used to torture and wounds but could easily forget about it in the hectic missions for Hydra. Not so much, however, in a quiet room where time seemed to stand still, as was he.

He winced but kept his eyes focused on Loki, who let his gaze wander to he open wound on James' leg. He restrained himself from saying anything, not wanting to anger the other man any further. At least not while he had his weapon held tightly in his hands.

"So..." Loki said, looking at Peter and Bucky with curiosity. "What exactly are you planning on doing? Am I-" he paused, thinking. "- being held captive?"

"You threatened humanity. What do you think?" Bucky said with a stoic voice.

"That is hardly true." Loki defended himself with a calm and almost reassuring tone. "I wanted to SAVE humanity."

"You said you came here to watch the world burn."

"Yes, but only if everything else fails. There is a difference." Loki shrugged, not understanding what was so hard for the other man to get. "This all wouldn't have happened if you idiotic Midgardians just did what you were told." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. Clearly, this all could have been avoided.

Peter watched the two men bickering, not interrupting their conversation and staying mostly out of sight. He had to intervene when Bucky got dangerously close to the god after Loki hat provoked him a third time.

"Whoa, okay maybe we should all calm down for a second?" Peter turned to Loki. "You are not being held captive. Not really I mean. But you can't leave this apartment."

"I see." Loki mumbled deep in thoughts. Both Peter and Bucky thought that this silence was rather suspicious. In their minds, Loki was already planning his magical escape.

To everyones surprise, that wasn't the case. He made himself comfortable in the chair he was sitting in and raised his eyebrows.

"Alright, I assume I will have to be in the company of a child and a -" Loki paused, squinting as he looked up at Bucky. "Who exactly are you again?"

Bucky stared at him, rolling his eyes. Loki didn't need to know his name. Neither did he need to know anything about him at all. So it came as a surprise to him when he still gave Loki his name.

"James."

Loki smirked. He didn't know what it was about this man, but he never had felt such a strong yet at the same time fragile aura come from anyone. He thought that maybe the man was onky playing hard to get to but in secrecy wanted to be known. Much like Loki himself always wanted to be.

"Very well, James. Since we are going to be spending a lot more time together, I assume that having a name to this rather troubled face will do me just fine."

"Don't push it." Bucky answered, sensing that having this god around would get on his nerves sooner than he had thought.

"I'm Peter, by the way." Peter said and drew the attention of both men once again at him. He shyly waved his right hand as if he was greeting anyone. Loki gave the nervous boy a soft smile.

"It's a pleasure."

Bucky's heart raced as Loki interacted with Peter. Something in him didn't seem to be right at all but he couldn't make out what it was. Was it the soft tone Loki had used? The way he carefully spoke to a child? He didn't know. While Loki softly spoke to Peter, who was trying to convince him that contrary to the gods believes he was not a child, Bucky carefully watched him. The pained eyes Peter had mentioned as they had Loki pinned down seemed to have changed. The bright shimmering blue has worn off and a bluish grey had instead taken its place. The sweat had greased his dark long hair and the dark bags under his eyes looked now more prominent than before. To him it looked like Loki was hiding his pain behind this mask of sarcasm and arrogance but that would soon change and Bucky would make sure of it.

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<- Chapter Three : The God of Mischief II Chapter Five : TBC ->

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Peace of Mind (Winterfrost & Peter Parker)

Right. A god who want's to see earth burn.

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Chapter Index

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Chapter Three : The God of Mischief II

Loki was still lying on the hard concrete floor. He winced from time to time when Bucky's heavy foot pressed down onto his chest. "Maybe", he thought, maybe he should have had a plan B afterall.

The man on the ground looked up at Bucky and Peter as they spoke to each other. 'What an odd combination,' Loki thought as he let his gaze wander over the two people. A tall, injured man with a metal arm and a smaller... thing wearing a red and blue spandex. Quite unusual and not what he had read of midgardian fashion at all.

Loki gripped Bucky's leg by his calf and tried pushing it off his chest. But without success. Annoyed, he looked at the two who had now stopped talking.

"Would you mind?" He grinned mischievously and pointed to the foot that was pressing down with a brutal force. Peter was unsure, but Bucky glared him down, really not caring at all how comfortable the man beneath him was.

"I would." Was all he said as the preassure on Loki's chest increased. He grunted out in pain. Bucky still held the knife in his hand, ready to use it if Loki made just the tiniest move. Mockingly Bucky looked around, pointing with his metal arm around the now empty square that had been filled with terrified people just moments ago.

"Look at that." he said with a grin. "No one here. What'd you say to that?"

"Foolish." Loki said through gritted teeth. Once again the Demi God tried pushing Bucky's foot off his chest. Angrily Loki hissed. "I am trying to save you, you idiots. Save you from your stupidity and weakness. You Midgardians are lost and I am here to guide you. To LEAD you."

"We don't need a leader." Bucky said, keeping a hand steadily on Peters chest as the boy tried taking several steps forward. A silent way to hold him back without looking away. Peter came to a stop, figuring out that Bucky was probably just trying to keep him save and he would be foolish to anger the Winter Soldier anyway.

"That's what they all say." Loki laughed mischievously and finally let his arms fall beside him, not trying to fight the heavy boot that was still placed on his heaving chest anymore. The metal of his armour was being pushed more and more into his skin and Loki was convinced that it soon would reach the point where it bore through it completely.

"He seems a little disoriented." Peter voiced his thoughts with real concern. "I don't think he is well at all, he's losing all the focus in his eyes."

"Listen, kid. I really don't care. We let this guy wander around he will just cause trouble elsewhere." Bucky said with a sigh.

"No, I mean he doesn't look like he actually knows what he is doing."

The man on the ground wanted to laugh again but his strength had finally left him. The fight had taken so much out of him that all his energy was used up. "I know exactly what I'm doing." he chuckled, staring into the sky.

"You heard that, kid? Seems to me like he does. Just another insane idiot."

"I do think there is more involved. If he really wanted to take over the world he wouldn't have done it in this state. He looks really sick." Peter looked up at Bucky with sad eyes. "And I don't think, that pinning him down is necessary anymore."

Bucky disagreed at first, not sure if this man was playing a game with them. But Peter had convinced him in the end. The man didn't look fresh at all and as long as they had the staff-thing that Loki had tried using on them he thought they were fine. He took his foot off of Lokis chest but kept a close eye on him in case he sprung up and tried escaping.

"So now what?" Bucky asked Peter. "You don't want to let him go now, do you?"

"No of course not!" Peter explained defensively. "We need to get him help or something. Maybe the Avengers will help us." Bucky loved the kid's positive approach but he thought it relatively unrealistic that they would actually help him after his little stunt.

"Peter..." Bucky sighed. "You are aware, that they will lock him up, right? And if they find me as well they're going to do the exact same thing to me."

"They won't! Or at least I don't think they will! If we tell them that there is something wrong with him, they might help him."

"Very unlikely."

Peter took a few seconds to think about what to do next. Choosing between getting this sick man the help he probably needed but apparently didn't want or giving him to the Avengers. If Peter was fair, he did need to be locked up after trying to take over Earth but nothing has really happened anyway so maybe helping him would find the reason he was behaving like this. During their fight Peter had seen something shimmer in Loki's blue and pained eyes. He wasn't sure what it was but there was something really wrong. And was it just to not help someone?

Either way he wanted to know what caused this in the first place.

The relative silence was interrupted as a loud roaring sound came from the sky. Bucky looked at the sky, searching for anything unusual as his eyes spotted a big grey jet approaching with a high speed.

"Peter?"

"I'm still thinking."

"You gotta think a lot faster than that." Bucky's voice was calm but filled with urgency. He didn't care for Loki but if the Avengers found him he would be in a lot more trouble.

Peter broke through his thoughts and quickly spoke. "Okay. We're not letting the Avengers take him."

"Great thinking, where do we bring him then?" Bucky asked, his eyes not leaving the jet, that was coming closer and closer.

"Uh, I don't know!" Peter panicked. Making so many important decisions on his own was stressing him out. "My apartment?"

"If you're sure." Bucky didn't question it any further, just wanting to disappear from this place before the Avengers came any closer than they already were. He pulled Loki up by his arm into a standing position and grabbed the back of his armour.

"What do you think you are doing?" Loki asked angrily. How dare they handle a god like some peasant.

"Saving your sorry ass. Now get going."

They quickly hid in a small and dark alley as they watched the jet land. The square had been pretty much empty after everyone had fled the scene so the possibility of someone having seen them hurry off was unlikely.

Bucky pushed Loki infront of him, wincing every time he put preassure on his leg. It had begun bleeding again from what Bucky could tell but he left it to be dealt with later. Loki, being observant of what is happening around him noticed Bucky's limping and blood stained pants and chuckled.

"Looks like I'm not the only one hurt here afterall."

Wordlessly Bucky shoved him further and further until they reached the apartment building Peter lived in.

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<- Chapter Two : The God of Mischief

Chapter Four : The Conversation ->

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Peace of Mind (Winterfrost & Peter Parker)

Right. A god who want's to see earth burn.

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Chapter Index

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Chapter Two : The God of Mischief

Peter looked at Bucky like a deer caught in the headlights. 'Bucky...' he thought that this name sounded familiar. The boy let his eyes wander over the features of the man sitting in front of him, still holding onto the cool flesh hand.

"You wanna keep my hand, kid?" Bucky asked and chuckled. A small 'God' and a painful grunt left the man's mouth as he straightened his back and repositioned his already hurting leg.

Peter immediately let go of Bucky's hand and took a step back. His brown eyes twitched lightly as realisation hit him. Of course, he heard the name before. Who hasn't? Bucky Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America's right hand.

"Uh, sorry!" Peter apologised, but his excitement got the better of him, and his face broke out into a full-blown smile. "You are James Buchanan Barnes!" he loudly said but quickly covered his mouth when he realised that maybe it wasn't the best idea to yell out the other man's identity. At least not when there are people out there who want him dead. 'Can someone even kill the Winter Soldier?' Peter thought. 'Probably not.'

"You're Captain America's right hand! I have heard so many stories about how you and Steve Rogers went to war and beat up Nazis and -" he waved his hands around in excitement, still not believing that THE Winter Soldier sat in his apartment.

"Kid, take a breath." Bucky murmured and sighed heavily. "This was a long time ago. I'm not the man I used to be. So don't put me on a pedestal. That's the last thing I deserve."

Peter went silent. The smile on his face slowly vanished. Bucky was right. He did terrible things. Things that Peter had completely forgotten about in his moment of joy. Peter wasn't even sure he SHOULD be calling it joy. People died by the hand of the Winter Soldier, and here he was taking him in like the good samaritan he was. Or was he? Was he still good if he housed a murderer? The Avengers probably wouldn't approve of this either.

"Alright, kid. I can see the gears inside your head turning. I'll go on my way. I don't want you to be any part of this." Bucky pushed himself up onto his legs, grabbed the weapon that he brought into this innocent child's home, and headed for the door.

"What-no! Wait!" Peter said and used his spider-web-shooters to glue Bucky's hand to the door handle. The man looked absolutely terrified. Peter figured that he probably had never seen something like this before, so his big eyes and silent reaction were a win for the boy.

"What the hell -" Barnes said and pulled the sticky web off his hand. It was easier said than done. It stuck to him like glue, and every time he pulled, the web got tighter and tighter. He looked at Peter in frustration and annoyance.

"Get this off of my hand. NOW." he growled.

"I will. I will, okay?" Peter promised. "But I want you to stay here. At least for a little while? There is so much I want you to ask. Like how you broke free from Hydra, how you and Captain Rogers met -"

The rest of what the boy said was drowned out by Bucky's own thoughts. He looked around the apartment, seeing arts and craft pieces scattered all over the apartment. Some finished, some not. Bucky figured those were his projects for school. 'Damn, just how young is this kid?' He winced at the thought of him putting an actual child in danger. His eyes wandered to the fridge in the small kitchen where multiple articles of the Avengers were being stuck to the metal door by magnets. 'The kid must really adore these morons.'

Bucky was brought back to reality when he felt warm hands remove the spiderweb from his right hand. Once he was finally free again, he looked at Peter.

"You're strange, kid." He said after Peter finished his rant of excitement.

"Oh, sorry. I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He explained.

But Bucky motioned for Peter to sit down at the table - which the kid did without hesitation. Before joining Peter at the table, James opened the wooden door slightly, his back pressed against the wall. He peaked out of the small crack to make sure no one was lurking in the hallway before closing the door once again and taking a seat on the other side of the table.

The day went by pretty fast. At least that's what Peter thought anyway. After hours of bombarding the Winter Soldier, who, in his eyes, became his friend, with questions, everything went silent. The only thing to be heard were police car sirens that came from the street. No question was left to be answered. So they sat there in silence.

This silence, though short-lived, seemed to last for hours but was suddenly interrupted when there were screams and chaos heard from outside.

Peter could feel something was far from alright and sprang to his feet, bursting into his room and started rummaging through his stuff. Bucky didn't understand what was going on with the kid. He was a strange one indeed.

From his seat, he yelled out: "What ya doing?"

A muffled but loud answer came back. "I need to see what's going on." Peter peaked his head out from behind the door. "Maybe someone needs help."

Bucky said nothing. Thinking it would be pointless anyway. Instead, he pulled himself up, gritting his teeth, and grabbed his weapon. If he can't stop Peter, he might as well protect him. God knows he needed it.

Peter stormed out of his room dressed in a - what the hell was that? Bucky frowned and looked at the smaller boy in confusion. Surely he wasn't going out into public like this?

"What?" Peter said as he looked at the questioning gaze Bucky had fixated him with. Then he let his focus wander to the gun in Bucky's hands.

"You probably shouldn't take this with you. It will draw unwanted attention and make the crowd more anxious." Peter explained. Why? He didn't know. He figured that the Winter Soldier probably knew how to stay hidden.

Bucky chuckled as he looked at Peters suit. "You don't say." But to Peters relief, he placed the gun down at the table again.

"I'll meet you at the square!" Peter said and jumped out of the window with such elegance that the shock in Bucky's eyes was temporarily replaced with awe.

"What is wrong with this kid?" He asked himself but followed the boy - not through the window, but through the door - outside.

It took him a while with his injured limp, but once he arrived at the crowded town square, he froze. Masses of people were kneeling. He could hear people crying, pleading even.

And in the middle of the crowd stood a tall man with greasy, black, long hair. He was holding some sort of a golden staff in his right hand. A golden helmet with horns was adorning his head. To Bucky, he looked absolutely ridiculous.

James scanned the place for Peter, finding him sitting on top of a streetlight. Once again he frowned in confusion and shook his head. He probably didn't look any better than Peter or this staff wielding maniac in his tactical gear anyway. At least not with the bloody bandage around his leg.

He motioned for Peter to get down but the boy only shook his head. 'Unbelievable.' Bucky thought.

"- and in the end, Midgard will be glorious!" Bucky heard the strange man yell. 'What the hell is Midgard?' Bucky thought.

In the corner of his eye James saw Peter ready to jump. He jumped off the streetlight ans webbed his way over to the tall Maniac. With a loud thump, Peter managed to tackle him but was soon being pinned to the ground by the golden villain. The scepter pointed straight to his face.

"Who dares to attack a god?" The man growled. His skin was pale and sweaty and his hands, though barely visible, shook.

Bucky cursed under his breath, running through the kneeling crowd that started to dissolve as people took their capturer's distraction as an advantage. Oh how he wished he would have taken his gun with him. Instead he pulled his knife out of his holster on his belt and got closer and closer to the man standing over Peter. The kid was strange but Bucky'd be damned if he let him get himself hurt.

Once he reached them both, he pulled the tall man off of Peter by the back of his cape. To shocked, and maybe a bit too weak, to fight the man with a metal arm, he smiled mischieviously and held the scepter up. A faint blue light emerged from its center. But nothing happened. Bucky frowned, not knowing what was supposed to happen but according to the man on the ground, it wasn't.

Bucky put his foot on the man's chest and looked behind him to see Peter quickly getting up.

"You okay?" He asked. No really concerned if he was being honest. Of course he was okay.

"Uh, yes. Yes I think I'm fine." Peter said as he brushed off the small stones and dirt on his suit. "He's a lot stronger than I expected. Took me kinda off guard."

Bucky nodded. He was indeed stronger than a regular human. Peter, whatever he was, Bucky didn't know, probably had an above average strength as well.

"You fools." The man laughed. "You ignorant fools."

Both Bucky and Peter looked down at the man laughing. It was a pained laugh. The scepter now lying beside him.

"Who the hell are you?" Bucky asked, not very kindly.

"My name..." once again, the man laughed.

"My name is Loki of Asgard. And I have come to watch Midgard burn!"

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<- Chapter One : The Winter Soldier

Chapter Three : The God of Mischief II ->

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Peace of Mind (Winterfrost & Peter Parker)

Right. A god who want's to see earth burn.

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Chapter Index

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Chapter One : The Winter Soldier

Peter was tired. But who was he even kidding, he was far more than just that. He was exhausted. Juggling school and his shifts at work seemed like such a doable thing. But he guessed it was not. Quitting wasn't an option though since someone had to pay for his bills and the chances of him winning in the lottery were pretty much slim. He threw his backpack on the ground when he entered his small apartment and locked the door. His legs were only seconds away from giving in and the boy realised that maybe his spider powers weren't a cure for everything. At least not his exhaustion.

All Peter wanted to do was bury his stressed body under his covers, wrap himself up like a burrito and sleep. But there was no time. Homework needed to be done, projects needed to be finished and he promised his boss that he would be going over all the numbers again just in case. It sucked. It really did. He had so much to do that he barely had any time to himself anymore which meant his duty as Spider-Man would go down the drain.

He sighed and dragged himself through the dark living room, not even bothering to turn on the lights. When he finally reached his door he pushed it open. Peter didn't move. Instead he stood motionless in the doorway, his eyelids heavy and his gaze looking at nothing in particular. There was an empty feeling inside of him that kept pulling him back into darkness. The thoughts in his head louder than ever. But without saying a word he took a few steps forward again, stopping right in front of his cozy bed and letting himself fall into the cold fabric. He let out a small grunt as his head collided with his pillow.

"Just a few minutes." Peter mumbled more to himself than to anyone in particular, his eyes already closing. "'s only a nap, I promis'." and he was gone.

It didn't come as a surprise when the boy woke up a couple hours later, the sun barely shining over the rooftop of the building in front of his apartment complex. He looked at his alarm clock that was standing on his nightstand-or well, rather the multiple books stacked on top of each other.

5am.

Peter sat up slowly, trying to get rid of the sleep still lying in his eyes. When his method of rubbing the sleep away didn't work he made a mental note to get make himself some coffee later on. As anyone would after waking up, Peter checked his phone. Surprisingly he found a new message from Ned.

'Hey, Peter! Guess what they closed school for today for a SHIELD mission!! Isn't that cool?! They wouldn't tell us why but we got an email. See you after the weekend and don't forget to do your projects!-Ned'

Peter frowned in confusion? The weekend? 'It is already Friday then', his mind concluded. He pushed himself out of bed and slendered to the kitchen.

"Great. No school. No work. Means more time for assignments then." he sighed and grabbed his backpack from the spot on the floor where he had dropped it off the night before. Just as he was about to get his books out he heard a panting coming from the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps and a loud bang against his door. The teen flinched as he saw the door slightly bend inwards. The breathing of whoever was behing that door was now clearly audible, Peter was even sure he could hear a soft wince coming from said person.

"Oh my god, what am I supposed to do?" he whispered as he stood in a panicked state in front of the door still with his open backpack hanging from his right hand. He felt like his feet were glued to the floor, he wasn't able to move a single inch.

The weight from the other side slowly adding to the decreasing stability of the wooden door. If Peter was correct he could even hear metal scratch against the material. He gulped. His mind went through multiple scenarios and multiple options on where to possibly hide but none of them seemed good enough for the teen. Under the table? Too obvious. His room? No, the doorframe is weak, they could easily break in if they wanted to. The ceiling? No it- wait, hang on.

"The ceiling!" Peter nodded hectically and hid his backpack behind his small couch before crawling over the walls up to the safest place he knew at the moment. To give him a little bit more time he hid in the corner over the sink in the kitchen. If the intruder didn't gaze up at him he'd be able to watch him from a safe distance...more or less.

His heart was pounding. It was so fast it almost hurt. And the sound of the door finally giving in surely didn't help as well. Peter held his breath as he heard a heavy figure stumble into his apartment. The person winced with every step they took, it almost sounded like they were in pain. On the contrairy Peter wasn't really sure if it was a wince or a whine. The sounds they made sounded muffled as if something was keeping them from speaking.

Peter heard them closing the door again, unusually gentle if he was being honest. Who breaks into the apartment of someone and gently closes the door after practically tearing it down. He frowned.

A dark haired figure, entered the kitchen, his left hand held tightly against his left thigh. A large gun was strapped to his back along with multiple bullets and other munition. Peter held his breath, trying not to make any sound if possible. If he even blinked it would be the death of him. But to his surprise the man took the gun from his back and put it on the large kitchen table, a few feet away from Peter's hiding spot on the ceiling. He could see the man's hands trembling as he put the other hand that wasn't busy holding his injured leg on the table. Peter could see the man's back rise and fall with every shaky breath he took. His shoulder long brown hair were greasy. A little bit disgusting if Peter was being honest.

The teen's panic seemed to ease a little bit as he aknowledged the miserable state his intruder was currently in. He doubted that he was much of a threat, especially with his gun now no longer in his reach. But something seemed off. His tight black tactical gear was definitely leather, a long sleeve over the right arm and- huh. No sleeve on his left?

Peter realised that the shock and panic made his brain work less than normal because how on earth could he not see the blood stained metal arm clinging to the man's left leg? He must have completely ignored the silver shining limb. But the more present Peter got, the worse his panic attack settled back in. He was in trouble. He couldn't deny thought that the metal arm was one of the coolest things he has ever seen. It was really just a bad timing.

The teen weighted his next mvoes. What to do now? He couldn't let the man bleed out in his apartment but he kinda figured trying to help him would get him killed within seconds. It was either helping him or helping himself.

Peter sighed as he finally came to an agreement with his mind.

'Alright, let's help him.' he thought as he made sure the man really only had the gun on himself. Once Peter was satisfied he quietly cleared his throat, drawing the mans attention back to the door he came through. Now that he had finally turned around Peter could see a black mask covering his face.

'So that's what muffled all his sounds.' he thought, looking at the scared eyes staring straight to the wooden door. The man let go of his injured leg and made his metal hand to a fist. Peter could hear the electrical sounds it made with every move. Although it sounded a little bit off at some movements. Maybe he broke it?

The man's wide eyes were filled with panic. Greasy hair strands were mostly hiding them but Peter knew he was scared. It was ridiculous, really. Shouldn't he be the one almost fainting?

"I- uhm- I- Sir? Ehm- sorry, Mister- uh-mister, I'm up here. A-are you o-okay, sir?" Peter said quietly as he tried to swallow his panic.

The man's head snapped up, looking at directly at Peter sitting in the corner of the ceiling. Once he had spotted the boy his anxious glance turned into hatred and the man went into attack mode. He pulled out a knife from where he must have obviously bound to his right leg and threw it in Peters direction.

"Nonononoo, please! I'm sorry!!" Peter yelled as he let himself drop down from the ceiling and onto the floor where he landed with a loud thud. He groaned but quickly pushed himself up, taking as many steps away from the man as possible.

Once he saw the man run towards him he starded praying. Seriously what else was there to do?

The man grabbed Peter by the throat and pushed him against the wall, making his back crack as it contracted with the hard surface. He winced as a sudden pain shot through him.

"Who the hell are you?" the man mumbled behind his black mask. His eyes were red, possibly from not getting enough sleep, Peter thought. He tightened his grip on the boy's throat, trying to force an answer out of Peter's shaking body.

"P-peter." he answered as quickly as he could. His vision started to blur as the oxygen was slowly cut off from his airways. The hand loosened and Peter finally took a deep breath again. The boy pressed his palms against the cold tiles of the floor once he has slid down the wall he was pressed against. His right hand came up to rub his now aching throat. He looked up, trying to see through the blackness that was only slowly fading.

The man behind the mask was looking down at him before turning around, checking if his gun that he had previously placed on the table was still there. Pleased with it not having moved he made his way over to the kitchen counter. Peter wasn't sure but he seemed to be looking for something. But before he could ask what it was the man pointed to his injured leg.

"Oh uhm, wait a minute, I'll get you something to stop the bleeding with." Peter croaked, still sore from having his throat squished. He got up on shaky legs and took a moment to gain his balance again before making his way to one of the cupboards. On his toes standing he reached for a towel that hadn't been used yet and gave it to the man. With a tiny nod he thanked him and sat down on the chair, still having had Peter's eyes glued to him.

"Can- can you take off that mask?" Peter asked and made wild gestures, not quite knowing what to do with his hands. Could he even take it off? I mean sure it probably wasn't glued to his face but it seemed to be stuck where it was.

The man looked at him with a stern glare before pulling the black mask down with the one unoccupied hand that wasn't trying to stop the bleeding from his leg. He put it on the table next to his gun and looked back at the boy anxiously standing a few feet away from him.

"I won't be here for long. I'll bandage my leg up and leave." he said in a serious tone before returning to wrap the towel around his left leg.

"It's not safe for me to be here." he mumbled, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

"Why not?" Peter asked, his panic slowly fading at the mans now calmer voice. He couldn't make out who the man was. His face, although covered in bruises and scratches, didn't look familiar to him.

"Doesn't matter. I'd like to keep the damage as low as it is." he said as he finished wrapping up his leg. He started to get up but stopped himself as he let out a painful sigh.

"No, you can't leave with that injury?" Peter said in confusion as he took a step towards the injured man sitting at the table. He looked up at the boy in worry as his metal hand clutched at the table to maybe ease the pain a little bit.

"Are you out of your mind, kid? I'm barging in your apartment heavily armed and you force me to stay?" the man chuckled and shook his head.

"That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"I- yeah no, it's just that you're hurt and if you go now then they'll probably catch you, right? So maybe stay here until you can walk again? I- I know how to do first aid? Since you don't seem like you'd want to go to the hospital, I mean." the boy defended himself quickly.

For a moment the man thought about it, slowly giving in as in his eyes it seemed pointless trying to argue with him.

"What's your name again, kid?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible but the chuckle and smug grin on his face probably made it seem like he was onto something.

"Peter, sir." the boy said and stretched out his hand for the other man to shake it.

"James. But for you I guess it's just Bucky." the man with the metal arm said defeated and took Peter's hand.

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Chapter Two : The God of Mischief ->

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