Wrong Number, Kid 《Completed》

Explosion

"It's my fault.."

《Peter》
Miss. Maximoff grabbed my shoulders and raised her eyebrows confused. "What do you mean? He wanted to kill you, he shot Bucky, you were just defending yourself." She reassured me. Her eyes looked at me in pity and she grabbed my face with her hands, rubbing her thumps over my cheeks to stop the tears from falling.

Someone came running down the stairs. It was Mr. Barton, and looking at his facial expression the news he had wasn't good. "There are more." He said while panting from running all the way down here. "They are coming. They're coming." He said, almost passing out. Miss. Romanoff snapped her fingers in front of his face. "How many?" Mr. Barton shook his head and looked down, probably guessing how many there were.

"At least two hundred, maybe even more." Mr. Stark put on his suit again. "What kind of organisation is this?" He asked, standing up from the ground. "It is the same as Hydra, it only has more specific goals and they kill less people." I responded. The whole room turned around to look at me with surprised looks on their faces. "How do you know what Hydra is?"

I shook my head. "That's not important. We need to get out of here, or else they'll kill us all. Bucky doesn't have a lot of time left." I kneeled down next to his weak body. The colour was fading away from his lips and face. His eyes were about to close. "Very little time. We need to hurry up."

"Wanda, Pietro, Clint, Natasha, Tony, Thor, all of you actually," Mr. Rogers started, "we need to fight. If one of us dies, it was an honour to fight by your side." They all nodded and Mr. Stark placed his hand on his shoulder. "We'll make sure that doesn't happen." He turned around to face me. "Stay here, put pressure on your wounds and keep Bucky alive. Stay safe." I wanted to argue with him, but I knew that wouldn't be of any use, so I nodded in response.

"Hold on kid." Mr. Rogers said before he followed the rest that had already run up the stairs. I grabbed the gun from the ground, hoping I wouldn't have to use it. I looked at Bucky and saw he was about to close his eyes. Panicking, I slapped him in his face a few times. "You have to stay awake, please stay awake for me." The blood from his wound was pouring over my fingers at this point, mixing with my own blood that had wettened my fingers already.

I grabbed the half of my shirt that I had wrapped around my left arm. "This might hurt a bit, but this has to happen." Bucky nodded understandably and closed his eyes. I grabbed his sides and lifed him from the ground for a bit. He grunted during the process and I apologised over and over. When I placed the ripped shirt under his back, I laid him back down. I knotted the two ends and tightened it to put pressure on the wound in his back.

I prayed in my head that he would last long enough. "I know this doesn't help with the pain, but at least it stops the blood loss for a bit." I grabbed his hand once again, not knowing what else to do now. Bucky opened his eyes again and sighed. It was obvious that he tried to hide his pain from me. A tear rolled down his cheek, but he wiped it away, hoping I didn't see it.

His gaze catched my arm, which was bleeding heavily. The blood dripped down my fingers. "Peter.. you need to bandage your arm." He said. The sound of desperation and fear was visible in his voice, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. I shook my head. "Don't worry about me, it doesn't hurt that much." To be honest, I wasn't lying. The pain in my leg was so bad that I almost forgot about my arm. Only the constant dripping of blood reminded me of the wound.

"You know, my uncle Ben once ended up in the hospital. He was building a tree house with me in the forest and accidentally got a nail in his hand. It needed to be removed and he had to reassure me more than I had to reassure him. At least I got a lollypop at the end for 'being such a good nephew' and my uncle got taken care of for the rest of the week by me and my aunt. He said he liked living like a king and that he would get hurt a lot more times."

I had no idea why I was telling Bucky this story, but it seemed to help. He smiled a bit by my rambling. I smiled back. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "He sounds like a wonderful man. I wish I could've met him." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked him in the eyes. "How do you know he's dead?"

He sighed and chuckled slightly. "I was an assassin, it's a force of habit to know everything about everyone." I smiled and looked down at my hands. "Peter, if I don't make-" before he could finish his sentence I grabbed his face with my hand. "Don't. You're not going to die, not on my watch." I let go of his face and saw that I left a mark of my hand on it with my blood. A tear fell down my face again.

"If you just hold on, we'll make it out of here. P-please don't leave me yet, we need you." He hitched for a breath and then loosened his muscles again. "I promise.. I'm not going anywhere.." I could hear he wasn't sure of it himself, but we needed to keep the good spirit alive. "Good." I whispered.

A sudden explosion from upstairs made the ceiling rumble. I placed my body over Bucky's before it was too late. His eyes grew wider when he saw what I was doing and he tried to struggle to get free, but I didn't loosen my grip. I gave a gentle smile and braced myself for the blow that was about to come.

The weight of the ceiling was heavy and it crushed my entire body. I could feel my bullet wounds scream in pain and so did I. I pushed myself up for a bit to look at Bucky. It was dark, I almost couldn't see anything. But then I saw it; scared eyes searching for a glimpse of life in me. He coughed a few times and moaned in pain. "P-peter?" He asked unsure. "I-I'll get us out, I p-promise.." I said softly. "Come on Peter, come on.." I said to myself.

I heard footsteps come out way. "Peter! Bucky!" The voices were far away and sounded unsure, like they didn't know where we were. I places my hands above my shoulders and pushed. The debris moved for a bit, giving me more confidence. "Good job Peter.." Bucky said, smiling. The smile was barely noticeable by the lack of light, but it was there, and that's what counts.

"Come on Peter.." I said once again. I pushed with all of the strength I had inside my body. All of the pain became worse, but it seemed like that gave me more confidence. The debris moved again, this time enough for Bucky to crawl from beneath me. Two arms pulled him away from me. I screamed in pain again, knowing I couldn't take the weight any longer. Suddenly the weight became less. I looked up and saw Mr. Stark stand beside me, also lifting the debris.

He pushed all of it away and grabbed me under my armpits immediately after he let go. I let my body fall into his arms and felt myself slip away. Mr. Stark voice was the only thing that I could hear, the rest of it was all a blur. "I'm so proud of you, you did amazing kid, just hold on for a few more minutes. Bucky is fine, don't worry, we'll bring you both to the hospital."

I smiled weakly and opened my eyes. Everything was blurred exept for the midnight sky. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was full. The smile became a bit wider by the sight and by the feeling of flying. I looked to my right and saw the Iron Man helmet. We flew all the way to the Avengertower, where he landed on the roof.

The last thing I saw was an IV being attached to my arm before I passed out.

Hi!

I got nothing to say so,

Bye!
~People Unaliver