My American Soldier (Stucky Fanfic)

Arrangements Chapt 20

Omg finally I made it to chapter 20!! That was my goal and I accomplished it I didn't say that this would be my last chapter though.

I just wanted to get to 20 so I would get more reads to this story,

Well enjoy..

•Bucky's PoV•

A lot has happened as always that kid Peter now lives with us I don't mind the kid but for some reason he acts strange around me.

Did I do something wrong?

I mean yeah I don't give the best father and son like tips, But I do treat him fairly.

But Steve he treats him like he's his own son, if he ever had kids I think he would be a great father.

It took us weeks but Steve finally adopted Peter he even got his own room now.

So you could say arrangements happened here..

I sat in the kitchen eating a chicken sandwich as usual my dog Lucky sat beside me whining for a piece.

I took off a small piece and tossed it to him which he immediately devours.

Steve left to go see Natasha about something and Peter he's here but I don't know where's he's at probably in his room like usual.

"Hey Bucky." I nodded I'm surprised he's saying my name,

I turned all the way around the chair and looked at him, "What's up kid?"

"Do you know when Steve will be back?" He questions,

"No, But why don't you come here for a sec."

He hesitates at first but walks his way over, "Do you hate me or something?" I simply asked Peter.

He flinched at my words,

"No it's just that um.." He starts to say but stops,

I nodded reassuringly for him to keep talking,

"Your the winter soldier.." He almost whispers but I caught his words.

"No not anymore, That wasn't me I'm Bucky now." I say as calmly as I could.

"But you killed so many people even innocent ones.." Peter mumbles.

"That's cause I was controlled, Look Peter I don't know if you've seen this anywhere but I fell off a moving train.."

"And your point is?" He says still confused,

"I'm not a killer, I helped Steve I'm not even suppose to be alive right now I died." I explained more.

"That's why you seem to hate me your afraid that I'll harm you..am I wrong?"

Peter nods his head agreeing, "Steve says you could hurt people in your sleep." Peter says.

I sighed, "Yes sometimes.."

"Would you kill me?" Peter softly asked me,

"No I don't kill anymore.." I answered him,

"Now I'm saying the same thing.." He mumbles as he looked down with a sigh.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Uh I haven't told anybody this..but I've killed someone" Peter confesses,

"Who?" I simply asked him it doesn't bother me that he killed someone it bothers me that he hasn't told anybody yet.

"The guy that murdered my Aunt.." Peter mumbles,

"You let your anger take the best of you, That's why he's dead."

Great now I sound more like Steve,

"I know I felt so angry but after I killed him I immediately felt guilty.." He admits.

"Just think of it as being a soldier, I used to be one and we had to kill innocent people during our wars."

"Nah, I still feel guilty I'm no soldier I'm just some normal teenage boy." Peter says.

"Your so much from a normal boy.."

He smiles,

"Thanks..for understanding" Peter says,

I nodded, "Anytime, I'm always here."