Behind closed doors

Chapter 6

A/N- Just the longest day ever of work/college. 15 mf hours, and I now have homework to do. Enjoy this, I'm hoping updates won't change but December is such a busy time for me right now I don't know how much time I'll have. 

-Third Person P.O.V-

*Location- Bucky's hideout*

Peter stumbled his way into the abandoned shop. He spotted some food and water sat in the corner, even though he was hungry and thirsty, he couldn't bare the thought of food with his stomach turning.

His Uncle was dead, and it was his fault.

His lungs burned as he moved, his movements sluggish and painfilled. Peters head spun and he couldn't help but hope that maybe this might kill him. That he'll finally be away from all the pain and be able to join his Uncle.

Peters eyes landed on the sofa, blankets and pillows were covering it and it looked welcoming compared to the cold floor he spent the night on. His mind was foggy with tiredness and hazed by the pain. He hardly thought of it as he moved towards it and collapsed on it, pulling his hood down and pulling the bundle of blankets over him.

His eyes fluttered shut, having not been able to keep them open anymore. He let the darkness pull him down, one thought swirling around his mind as he was pulled further and further down.

His Uncle was dead, and it was his fault, and everyone knew it.

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Bucky walked along the deserted streets. It wasn't all surprising, it was 8AM, and most people would already be at work and school. He saw the odd car drive past, and someone running by, obviously running late for whatever it is they need to get to.

The same feeling as yesterday returned; this time worse. The feeling of dread building within him, telling him something was wrong. No matter where he looked though, he couldn't see anything that was wrong, and he knew everyone at the hideout was fine. So what was it that was causing this feeling.

Every step he took closer to his own hideout he felt the pit of dread grow bigger and bigger. He pushed it away, instead thinking about the kid he had saved, Peter.

Bucky really hoped he was okay, he could see something was wrong, he just couldn't place it. But he knew it was important.

He arrived at the hideout and could tell straight away someone had been here. The door, which was once closed was now ajar. Bucky could also hear the faint sound of another heart beat in there, although it sounded a little uneven and fast.

Silently, sticking to the shadows he moved into the building. Part of him mind was telling him it was Peter, while the other part of his mind was telling him it was someone else.

However, all those thoughts stopped when he made it inside and laid his eyes on who was there. Peter was laying on the sofa, blankets covering almost his whole body as he slept. At first glance you would think he was peacefully asleep and okay. But within seconds that reality was shattered and Bucky could feel his anger growing within him.

Peter looked like Hell to put it lightly. Bruises littered his face, a dark bruise was under his eye, his cheek bone held another dark bruise; his nose was crooked and it was obvious it had only stopped bleeding recently with the blood that had settled on his face. A cut sat on his lip and brow, there had obviously been a lot of blood from the fact that nearly his entire skin was covered in it.

Bucky bit his lip slightly, knowing his chest probably looked just as bad, if not worse then it had last time. Darkly, he wondered who had done this to him, he knew deep down, if he knew who it was he wouldn't hold back.