marvel one-shots

Falling

Peter sat in front of a piano in the music room of Avengers tower, silent tears rolling down his face. He was falling deeper in to a dark place in his mind and he didn't know how to get himself to stop what he knew was coming. He placed his fingers delicately on the keys and began to play the first song that came into his head.

I'm in my bed
And you're not here
And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands

His fingers danced elegantly over the keys as he poured his heart and soul into the song, his voice like silk echoing beautifully off the walls of the room, void of all light except the lamp on the black piano.

Forget what I said
It's not what I meant
And I can't take it back
I can't unpack the baggage you left

He thought about all the times he had said he was fine when asked if he was ok, everyone always believed him. Not only because he was an excellent liar but because he always put up the façade of a happy go lucky teenager with minimal problems, but in reality, he was trying to hold himself together and stay afloat in the raging sea that was his life. He was like an angel trying to fly with no wings.

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you won't talk about?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

He knew he was falling into a bad mental state, but he couldn't stop it. Nothing he did to try and make himself ok didn't seem to be working. He was sinking deeper and deeper into the pitch-black oblivion of his own mind and anything he tried to hold onto crumbled as he fell further and faster.

You said you cared
And you missed me too
And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you

And the coffee's out
At the Beachwood Cafe
And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say

As Peter was singing, Bucky had been stood in the doorway, unable to sleep and in a similar position to Peter. Bucky felt the lyrics Peter was singing in his soul and he understood the kids pain, being stuck in the thoughts swirling mercilessly in your mind and not being able to pull yourself away from them.

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you won't talk about?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again

The avengers can do fine without Spiderman, right? He's just a kid with problems. How can he help other people if he can barely help himself?

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if you're someone I just want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you won't talk about?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

Peter let his hands drop to his sides and he stared at the wall, barely lit by the lamp. The room was casted in shadows of other instrument from the dim, yellow light emanating from the little light source.

Bucky walked forward with a small, soft smile on his face and knelt beside Peter, who looked into the older man's eyes, his own filled with the tears still trailing down his face. Peter allowed himself to collapse into the soldiers outstretched arms and held onto him like his life depended on it, Bucky's hands rubbed gentle circles on the teens back to sooth him. No words were spoken, no words were needed, they both knew they needed each other because the others wouldn't understand the working of their minds in this state.

The pair made a silent vow to each other to help each other out of their own thoughts, no matter how long it took or how many times they would want to give up, they would help each other get better. They would bring each other back to the light.