Chapter 6
Third person pov
Time skip a year later to 2014
Peter had been out of Hydra for a year now. He was free now. He had friends who had become family within the few months he knew them. When Peter, Matt, and Wade teamed up in the city called Them Team Red Wade laughed at the name loudly saying he loved the name while Matt grumbled like a grumpy child whose lollipop was stolen. Peter was indifferent to the name it represented all of Them and he was fine with that.
Time skip to later it’s night now
They were at Matt's house. His home was closest to where they were fighting. Wade had taken the couch in the living room while Matt went to his room to sleep. Peter slept on the floor with a blanket that Wade set on him murmuring something about him freezing without it.
The next morning
In the morning Peter woke up first he walked out of Matt’s apartment to grab them breakfast (also peter works at weasel’s bar) he grabbed are breakfast and a newspaper the newspaper always made me feel like he was back in the ’40s with his family around when he got memories of his family their faces were blurred but there was this little boy with a blond mop of hair to big for his head. With some memories coming back he could tell that was his little brother.
When Peter got back to Matt’s apartment he was awake Wade was on the couch still loudly snoring. Matt was in the kitchen getting a drink that was most likely coffee. Peter walked over to him and handed him a bagel that had tomato, onion, cream cheese, and avocado.
“It’s from that place you and wade like '' Peter said, handing it to Matt.
Matt hummed a thank you while he continued his morning routine since he had court soon. Peter walked over to Wade and woke him up, handing him the bag that had his strawberry glazed donut.
A couple of hours later Peter decided to go to the Smithsonian since it was a boring day and his shift at the bar wasn't till later.
With a cap covering his face he walked into the building that held his past, not that he knew that. Walking through the Smithsonian was what some would say was a huge mistake.
In twenty minutes of being in the museum, he had freaked out because he saw a cardboard stand of Captain America but the weirdest thing was that it wasn't the tall buff cap we all know now it was the skinny blond boy that haunted his dreams at night and his memory in the day.
Rushing out of the Smithsonian without getting stares of concern is harder than people think. What gets more stares from people is the running