Week One
When the team got back to the tower, Bucky was the only one to walk into the lounge.
“Hey Bucky. Where’s everyone?” you asked turning around to look at him.
“They’re coming. Um…”
“Yeah?”
“It’s about Peter…”
“What’s wrong? What happened?” you said walking toward him.
“He…” he said raking a hand through his hair.
“Spit it out Buck.”
“He was taken. We lost him.”
You stared at Bucky.
He started again. “We’ll find him though. Tony is already working on it.”
You nodded. “Yeah… Okay. He’ll be fine, right?”
“Of course doll. He will be just fine.” He pulled you into a hug. “He will make it.”
End of week one…
After a week, there had been nothing. Tony was getting increasingly more frustrated. Nothing he was
doing was working and there were no leads.
You were also feeling useless. There was nothing you could do to help. Plus, Tony was in such a mood that you didn’t want to ask if you could help.
The team were all in the kitchen talking about the next move.
“We canvased the area and found nothing.” Steve said.
“I am scanning anywhere I can think of, but nothing yet.” Tony said.
“Is there nothing else we can do?” Bucky asked.
“Not until we get a lead.” Tony said back. “He should be okay, with his healing factor.”
Listening to them just made you more upset. You got up and went to your room. You slammed the door shut.
The team was quiet.
“I’ll go talk to her.” Bucky said.
You stood there for a minute, tears starting to form in your eyes. Then you saw Peter’s sweatshirt on the floor under a chair. You walked over, grabbed it, and brought it to your face. It still smelt like him. You walked over to the bed and cuddled with his sweater.
Bucky knocked on the door.
“Hey. Can I come in?” he said cracking open the door a bit.
“I guess.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” you said.
Bucky walked closer to the bed.
“No.” you broke down.
Bucky sat on the bed and wrapped you in his arms.
“I miss him. I am worried about him.”
“We all are. We are going to find him.”
There was a pause.
“But is he going to be, okay?” you whispered.
“I hope so doll. I hope so.”
At the end of the first week, Peter was exhausted. They tortured him at all hours of the day, doing whatever they felt necessary. However, most of it was for fun. His fast healing was helpful, but he could feel it not working as well without proper food and water. It wasn’t regulating correctly, and he knew it. It was about to get a lot worse.
The Big Bad came to his cell. Peter sat up.
“It’s been a week you know.”
Peter didn’t respond
“They aren’t coming for you. Don’t you think they would have found you already if they were coming?
They probably think you’re dead. Which will be soon.” He smiled and walked away.
‘They’re coming for me… I know they are coming… They have to be coming…’