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lost in the dark

Of course he didn't have his shooters on his wrists, but he actually had organic web. He just hated it, and almost never used it. It was not that as strong as the one he made, and it was stickier. And, in Peter's opinion, it was absolutely disgusting.

Being able to produce white, sticky material from his wrist, was... well, not something he would wish for in a normal situation. But now, oh man, he was so glad for his weird biological defects. It literally saved his life.

Peter was swinging from rooftop to rooftop, only stopping for long moments to catch his breath. His wrists were already aching from the sudden use and the heavy burden – being his half-limp body. He also couldn't use it as precisely as his shooters, so at one point he flew straight into the side of a skyscraper. Now, at least two of his ribs were broken, he was sure.

But, he couldn't stop. The Tower was so close now.

Peter hoped, that Tony– Mr. Stark would let him stay there only for a few hours at least, until his injuries get better. It was his last hope now.

*

Sam and Bucky were still perfectly awake at that unholy hour. Steve was also cooking quietly in the kitchen – whenever he couldn't sleep, he turned to cooking, because it calmed him down. And not like the others would oppose, they very much liked this weird habit of his.

Bucky couldn't sleep either – like most nights, but now he'd gone down to the common floor with his friend to keep him company, only to be greeted by a red-eyed Sam. He'd been watching some shitty drama in the middle of the night, and Bucky knew, he would bully the hell out of Sam for this. Probably for weeks.

Natasha had gone to her room without a word, as soon as she got home, but they knew, that's just how she was. Hawkeye had likely gone back home for the weekend to his family, or he was playing video games all night long in his room. All alone. They could never know when it came to him.

Tony had told everyone not to disturb him, because he'll be in his room, and that he needed his beauty sleep. But it was obvious, the man didn't go nowhere near his bed. He was in his lab, doing God knows what.

So Bucky stick to Sam, while Steve played house in the kitchen. Yes, Bucky found it weirdly adorable and absolutely ridiculous at the same time.

The movie was over, now Sam was sniffing, trying to hide his watery eyes from the other man's mocking gaze. Steve was humming off-key some shitty old song from back at their time, and Bucky felt strangely content. Even happy, maybe.

It was comfortable.
He got used to living there like this.

Bang.

All three of the ex-soldiers were on their feet in an instant, when they heard the sound. It was followed by a loud crack and a low groan. Bucky snapped at the huge wall made of glass next to them, when a dark figure in torn clothes practically fell inside their living room. They formed a small circle around the shady intruder, who now where on his knees, hands holding his side while breathing unevenly.

Bucky's metal arm was around his throat without warning, his grip was firm. Steve wanted to warn him, they had to interrogate him before killing him, but he bit his tongue – Bucky wasn't an assassin anymore, he did not need warning.

Sam was eyeing the guy in front of them, his black mask only let his eyes to be seen, but they were warm, chocolate brown – with fear in them. Good, Sam thought, he should be damn right afraid, if he had the guts to break into the Avengers Tower.

"Damn. This– Th-this arm's st-still cool, dude–" he tried to choke out, his voice hoarse, while attempting to pry Bucky's metal fingers off of his throat.

"Who are you?" Steve used his 'army voice' as Tony would always call his cold and rough tone.

"H-hey, Cap–" Bucky looked at the whimpering figure in his hand again, then at Steve, his eyes incredulous. "Big f-fan."

What the hell?

They couldn't even imagine, how the hell this man climbed up there. Sam didn't like it, it was like this guy already knew where he should go. And the Towers windows were made of one-way glass, so he just couldn't look inside. Or guess this right.

"P-please, let m-me go. Please, I– I remember you too," Bucky could feel when the guy swallowed hard, after pointing at Sam with shaky hands. "We– We've met 'efore. F-fuck, 's true."

Bucky and Sam looked at him again, pity in their eyes. Steve nodded, and the soldier released the now shaking guy almost instantly. He immediately collapsed to the floor, shattered glass around him. Steve wondered for a second – again – how the hell he got in. Tony had told them, that glass was bulletproof.

"I suggest you start speaking, asshole." Sam kicked him in the side, which earned him a muffled scream.

Steve glared at Sam, but he was shocked too, he didn't even use real force, just–
The guy was still trembling uncontrollably as he turned to his back, his hands shakily tugged at his thick black mask. When he was able to get it off, the three men almost gasped at the sight of a... boy. He had dark brown hair, his face was handsome. The features weren't a child's, but he looked young.

So young.

But before they could say anything, the next moment someone stepped out from the elevator with enough rage to kill a whole alien army. FRIDAY alerted him moments before about the intruder. And when he got into the room, the man was just as frozen as the others at the sight in front of him.

"What the actual fuck, kid?!"