Scars That Last Forever II

Chapter One

The room is dark.

Only a single light bulb keeps away the complete darkness.

Bucky and I lay next to each other on the cold cement.

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

We scramble to opposite sides of the room.

They can't know we are friends.

The cell door screaches open.

Don't take me.

Please.

Fear.

But I hope he doesn't take Bucky.

The man walks over to me with a grin.

He grabs my hair and pulls me up.

No.

Please. Stop.

Don't hurt me.

...

I fly up in bed.

A shrill scream escapes from my lips.

Next to me I can feel Bucky shifting and wrapping an arm around me.

"It's ok Peter, we are safe, we are safe," He whispers over and over.

I try to take a deep breath but I can't.

HYDRA.

They are evil.

They hurt me.

They hurt Bucky.

Tears escape my eyes and I can feel the knifes slicing over my body.

I grab onto Bucky's torso and hold him tight.

His shirt muffles my sobs.

Fear.

"Peter, they are gone, you're ok, you are ok," He repeats over and over.

I nod into his chest slightly.

I am safe.

They can't hurt me anymore.

Slowly my breathing slows.

Bucky rubs his hand over my back.

It has been two months since they have been gone.

Two months I have been free.

Well, not exactly free, the memories will always keep me prisoner to fear.

Bucky shifts so we are laying back down on the bed.

I rest my head on his chest.

Slowly my eyes drift close.

"I love you Peter," I hear Bucky say quietly.

Then all the pain and fear evaporate and my vision is dark.

...

Bucky and I trudge to the commons side by side.

"Hi, Peter, Buck," Steve says from the kitchen where he is making eggs.

"Hi Steve," Bucky and I say at the same time.

The other Avengers sit around the table. I grab my seat next to Bucky.

Steve walks in moments later with a heap of scrambled eggs.

"So, Natasha, I heard your birthday is tomorrow," Tony says smirking.

Birthday?

I think I heard about that once.

Natasha glares at him.

"If you do anything tomorrow I will kill you," Tony closes his mouth and returns to his breakfast.

Natasha smirks.

"Birthday?" I asked, slightly confused. The table turns to look at me in shock.

Tony puts a hand over his mouth and Bucky sniffles slightly.

"You know, the day you were born," Steve says in a soft voice.

"When is yours?" I ask Steve shyly.

"July 4th, 1918," Steve responds without missing a beat.

I look over to Bucky.

He smiles slightly.

"March 10, 1917," Bucky says.

"I wonder when my birthday is," I wonder aloud.

The room visibly flinches and I immediately regret my words.

I think everyone notices.

"It's ok Peter," Wanda says to reassure me.

"I'll find out," Tony says. I look up at him.

"Really?" I question my face resembling shock.

"Sure, why not?"

I smile and not in his direction.

The rest of the breakfast I remain mostly quiet.

Clint and Tony ramble on about some random stuff.

After a while, we move to the gym and begin to train.

After an hour of training, we all split up.

Bucky and I return to our room.

Then we begin to draw.

As my pencil moves across the paper I forget everything except for the small lines I am tracing on the black paper in front of me.

Drawing is the third best thing to help forget for a moment.

The best is talking to Bucky and after that is being Spider-Man.

Ever since we destroyed HYDRA Spider-Man blew up all the News channels.

Most people love Spider-Man.

I haven't back to school yet.

I really don't want to go back.

But I think I'm going to have to at some point.

I can't hide forever.