Don't leave me here alone~ Starkbucks (Winteriron)

Stolen nightmares

(Can I just say the support from all of you is so nice and I appreciate it so much this book would have probably ended after book one if you guys didn't all keep reading so thank you so much)

For whatever reason, Bucky was laying on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. I don't know why, Cas doesn't know why, Peter doesn't know why, Tony doesn't know why, you don't know why and Bucky doesn't either.

Tony ran into the room and almost trod on him.
"You good down there?"
"No."
Peter walked into the room and looked down at his dad. "Is the floor lava?"
"Yes."
Peter joined him. Tony just looked at them both like 'this is my life and that's my husband and he's my son.' The other two had become one with the floor.
"The floor is Steve."
Peter was on the ceiling in seconds. Bucky jumped up quicker than lighting, his claws stuck in the ceiling.
"Anyway, I finished the ears and tail."
"Oh, cool. Thank you."
"You're welcome, and the floor is the floor now."

Bucky tried pulling his claws out of the ceiling, Peter had just dropped down.

"I think I may be stuck."
Peter pulled Bucky out from the ceiling effortlessly.
"Thank you."
"That's okay."
Bucky gave him a smol hug, he returned it. He turned to Tony, "So um... Neko me up!"
Tony laughed, "Let's do this."
"Hell yeah." Bucky nodded.

Tony left to the lab, Bucky following behind. Tony attached the ears and the tail, showing Bucky how to put them on  and take them off whenever he felt like it.
"Thank you..."
"No problem."
Bucky swished his tail back and forth, getting used to the feeling of having one again.
"Is it comfortable?"
"Yeah, it's... different? But not... bad different..?"
"Okay, cool."
"Yep! Thank you." He hugged Tony, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Tony hugged Bucky back, kissing his forehead because he was proud of himself for being able to reach it.
"I like you, Tony."
"I like you too."

They hugged for a little longer.

"Also, don't freak out if your tail starts swishing or your ears go down slightly on their own. They're made to work like your original ears and tail which means if you're sad or calm they will reflect that. Not that me and Peter really notice or pay attention, we can usually work out your moods without that. You can also feel things in them, apart from when you're putting them on and taking them off. If it was painful to remove, there wouldn't be much point to it being detachable. But if I were to scratch your ear, you would feel it."
"Aright, thanks."

***

Bucky wrote down some of the new things he could remember in the journal that Tony had given him. Writing them down on loose paper wasn't efficient, especially with a torn backpack. Apparently he used to write in the journal before he forgot his memories again. Those pages actually did help Bucky remember a few more things when he read them. Tony has also got him a new backpack so that nothing fell out.

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?" Peter asked, not as a real question but just singing Hamilton.
Bucky stopped and thought about his answer, not understanding the reference. "I guess... I guess it's because I feel like... any day, he could come back and.. take all this away from me..."
"Fair enough..."
Bucky smiled grimly.
"But that wasn't really what I meant."

Peter sat there and made Bucky listen to the whole of Hamilton. Bucky was immediately obsessed. Peter knew he would be.

***

"How does a bastard orphan
son of a whore and a Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean
A providence impoverished in squalor
grow up to be a hero and a scholar?"
"I... don't know..?"
"The 10 dollar
Founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder, being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter, by 14 they placed him in charge of a trading charter."
Tony was concerned, "That's... nice..?"
"And everyday while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves he struggled to keep his guard up
Inside he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow or barter."
"...Anyways,"
"Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple
Connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain."
"Okay, but like, do you wanna go out?"
"Well the word got around, they said
'This kids insane, man!'
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
'Get your education, don't forget from whence you came
And the world's gonna know your name. What's your name man?'
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait
When he was 10, his father split, full of it, debt ridden
2 years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead, sitting in their own sick, the scent thick
And Alex got better but his mother went quick
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside
A voice saying, "Alex you gotta fend for yourself"
He started retreating and reading every treatise on the shelf
There woulda been nothing left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead and destitute without a cent of restutition
Started working, clerking for his late mother's landlord
Trading sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford
Scanning for every book he can get his hands on
Planning for the future, see him now as he stands on
The bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait
(In New York you can be a new man) Just you wait
In New York you can be a new man
In New York (New York)
Just you wait!
Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton), we're waiting in the wings for you (waiting in the wings for you)
You could never back down, you never learned to take your time
Oh, Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton), when America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote the game?
The world will never be same, oh
The ship is in the harbor now, see if you can spot him
Another immigrant coming up from the bottom
His enemies destroyed his rep, America forgot him
We fought with him
Me? I died for him
Me? I trusted him
Me? I loved him
And me? I'm the damn fool that shot him
There's a million thing I haven't done
But just you wait
What's your name man?
Alexander Hamilton!"