James Bucky Barnes, the former soldier, doesn't think he's got any gentleness left in him. But Grace Juniper Cunningham, the former child prodigy, strongly disagrees.
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"𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯."
"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴�...
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"Dr. Cunningham?" Peter Parker came into the lab, setting his book bag down on the counter. Bruce and I were leaning over the same counter, eating take out.
"What's up, Peter?"
I'd been hiding out in the lab with Bruce and Tony all day, working nonstop, despite the fact that I wasn't being paid yet. Time off was overrated. Time off meant being alone with my thoughts.
I'd met Peter for the first time while I was in the lab a few days ago. He came in every day after school.
"Mr. Barnes is down the hall...he wants to talk to you, but he says he can't come too close because FRIDAY will warn you he's coming, and then you'll run away."
"Oh, can you give him a message?"
"Yeah, sure."
I uncapped a sharpie and wrote Bucky a note, which I handed to Peter. He frowned at it. "You want me to hand him a crumpled take out napkin that says 'Fuck Off'?"
Bruce snickered quietly.
"Watch your language," I told Peter.
"Dr. C...I don't want to give him this."
"Do you want me to sign it? So he knows it's from me."
"I think he still might shoot the messenger," Bruce said.
"He means that literally. He will actually shoot me," Peter said.
"Ugh!" I groaned. "Hey Tony?"
"Yeah?" He called from the other side of the lab.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Probably not!"
"Will you go down the hall and give Bucky this crumpled take out napkin that says 'Fuck Off'?"
"Yes, I will do you a favor." Tony took the napkin from me and left.
