Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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Nebula gestured to the floor next to her. As motivated as she was to try and find her target with only a first name and a face, anything Bucky would be willing to go to her for must've been important.

"So.. you know Peter, yes?" Bucky asked cautiously, sliding down next to her on the floor.

"Yes, the small one Tony had lunch for." She confirmed, amused that they both had the kid on their minds at the same time.

Part of her hoped he was asking for a partnered activity involving a discussion on what method would be most efficient on locating her target.

"Yeah.. I was wondering about him. Have you noticed anything.. off? About him?" He seemed to approach it as carefully as he could. "Not that there's anything wrong with him- he just seemed.. like he needed help" Bucky tried wording it as best he could.

Bucky didn't know who to turn to on the team for a situation like this. He didn't want to make a big deal of it in case Peter wasn't comfortable with it. He knew self-harming could be dangerous, and Bucky had little to no knowledge on the getting-better process of that.

Also, he wasn't even sure that's what it was. For everyone's sake, he hoped it wasn't. It just seemed like the most probable conclusion at the moment.

Back to if word got out. Tony would probably go to jail, Steve would probably try approaching the poor kid, Natasha should go to jail, but wouldn't. Bucky couldn't find that Doctor Strange guy (who, although he'd never admit it, scared him btw, he didn't want to go looking for someone who could be behind him before he could blink). Thor.. well.. he's Thor.. not much else to say about that. Clint.. yeah, no..

Pretty much the rest of the team fit into the category of chances. Bucky had no idea who most of them were, as he'd never had a full conversation with any of them. Bruce? They arm wrestled once. Scott? Bucky played with his daughter once while everyone was having a Dinner War. Nebula? She was edgy, but seemed smart enough to at least know something on the matter.

That's why he was here, at 4 in the morning, sharing some caprisuns he'd hidden in his drawer in a bag that he'd taken from Clint's last birthday party. He never really knew what to do with them, and hoped one day he could use them for ice breakers. He'd have to find someone to talk to first.

Unfortunately, they weren't really as good as an ice breaker material as he thought. He'd hoped Nebula would ask about them, or at least notice them so he could sit down and then talk, but it was just an awkward moment that he passed one over to her and sucked on his own. He had eight of them with him by the way. He was prepared.

"So he told you what was happening too?" She fiddled with the stupid little plastic wrapping on the straw for a second.

She was trying to squeeze the air out of it like Clint showed her for chip bags. That's how you open plastic things like this. It was being dumb though.

Bucky ended up having to help her before she tore the whole straw in half.

"Uh, no not exactly.. I have an idea of what's going on, but Sam interrupted before I could be sure. I was hoping to get help on how to approach it.." he handed her the straw, and she made a mental note to take Clint's ear next time she saw him for lying to her.

"I say we kill his aunt" Nebula accepted the straw, impaling the drink from the bottom, assuming anywhere worked. It did. (I did scientific research on this. You can, in fact, impale a caprisun from the bottom without it exploding)