Behind closed doors

Chapter 7

A/N- Am I really getting 2 chapters out, yes. Will it be so difficult to find time. Yes. Oh well :) enjoy. 

-Third Person P.O.V-

*Location- Buckys hideout*

Peter made his way along the road, his body still aching and his mind still reeling. A week had passed since his Uncle had been killed and nothing had gotten better, much like Peter had thought, it in fact, got worse.

He had spent the day with Bucky and was able to get a little peace while there, although his mind wouldn't wait too long to remind him of all the wrong he had done and that his Uncle was dead due to him.

By the time Peter got home that night, May was furious with him. She had got a call saying how he wasn't in class and she had hurt him just as bad as the day before, shouting insults about how he should go to school, and once more how it was his fault his Uncle was dead. It seemed no matter how hard he tried to stay away and keep from being hurt by her, she would always find a way.

Buckys words swam through his mind as he made his way down the street, his head down and arm around his chest.

'How about everyday after school, or whenever you need, you come here and we can talk, or just hang out here, like a safe place,' Bucky had said.

Since then everyday after school he would make his way there, happy to be away from May and somewhere he knows is safe. Bucky was always there, giving him some food and letting him talk about his day. It was- dare he say, nice. Bucky was quick to become one of the only people he felt safe with and somewhere he didn't think anything could get him when he was at the abandoned shop. He never thought he would find solace in being around him, the rumours of The Winter Soldier being blown out of the water as soon as he had got to know him, and he couldn't help but be grateful Bucky had helped him that day.

Sadly, the feeling of being safe wasn't something that came easy for Peter. Flash was back to shouting insults at him and hitting him. Just like May, Flash never really hit him in his face, instead hitting him over and over in the same spots as May does, adding to the bruises that had made a home on his skin.

Peter could tell Ned was getting worried about him; after all, he couldn't move without a small wince and the dark circles under his eyes were a sure indication of the lack of sleep he got. After all, most the time he was at 'home,' he was on the floor in pain.

May though, had by far become the worst thing in Peter's life. He couldn't step into the apartment without fear coiling around his muscles and lungs, constricted tightly with every step he took into the small living space. Even when Peter would think he had got away with it, arriving home as late as he possibly could or staying as quiet as he could, May would always be there, ready to hit him and remind him of everything he had done wrong.

Even when Peter could get to sleep, his mind would be full of nightmares. The night of his Uncles death plaguing him with guilt and sapping away at his sanity. He knew- he knew if it weren't for Ned and Bucky, he would have given up by now.

It was now Wednesday, and school had thankfully finished for the day, meaning Peter was on his way to see Bucky and stay there for as long as he could. Peter was a bit worried though, last night May had been angrier than normal and had taken it out on Peter- like always- and had hit him hard in the face; a dark bruise was now on his cheek and he knew Bucky would question it, he just really hoped Bucky wouldn't ask him much. He desperately didn't want to tell him what the truth was, the thoughts of the same thing happening to Bucky that had happened to his Uncle making his spine shiver and his mouth stay glued shut in the fear of the outcome.

He wouldn't let someone else he cared about die. Someone he thought- someone he thought as family.

Peter swiped the thought away while unlocking the door in the alley. The both of them had saved up some money and Peter went and got a lock for the door, the both of them now having keys in order to keep themselves, and their belongings safe.