An-When Steve goes to investigate Bucky's apartment he finds him and his son, Peter (Russian in Italics) (I'm writing it that Steve told Tony everything Bucky did) (Elements of Tony x Bucky)

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"Bucky I need you to come with me," Steve said sternly, pulling his left arm behind his back and signalling to Natasha. He could faintly hear her creeping up the steps as he stared Bucky down.

"No." He said firmly, his own eyes darting around to room, briefly up to the ceiling where Peter was stuck, staring straight at the door.

"Buck, you have to. If you don't some very angry people are going to hurt you." Steve said, by now Natasha was just outside the doorway waiting for Steve's go ahead.

"I get hurt whether I go with you or not," Bucky said, taking a step closer. It happened so quickly, Natasha bursting into the apartment, fun trained on Bucky's forehead and Peter dropping from the ceiling at the same time so it was pointed at him.

"Peter what are you doing?" Bucky seethed, placing a frantic hand on Peter's shoulder and attempting to pull him out of the way but Peter wasn't budging.

"We both know you've saved my life too many times to count. I'm repaying the favour." Peter said, but Bucky, Steve and Natasha all heard the tremor in his voice, and if Bucky was right Peter had tears in his eyes.

"You're scared." He said quietly. Peter let out a harsh breath of air, his hands raised in the air.

"Of course I am. You're the one person who's taken care of me for as long as I can remember, and you're ready to throw your life away." Peter said shakily.

"Because you deserve better Peter!" Bucky exclaimed. Peter shook his head.

"So do you, James. But if we keep running neither of us will get better. If we go with them we don't have to run. If you go with them you don't have to run. Where you go I follow, because I trust you with my life." Peter said firmly. Bucky's eyes were wide, jaw clenched as his eyes flickered tot he back of Peter's head, Steve's surprised and confused face and Natasha's narrowed eyes.

"Put the gun down. Pete lets get our packs I don't think we'll be coming back here if this punk gets his way." Bucky said. Steve stayed still for several moments before placing his hand on the barrel of the gun, lowering it slowly. Peter visibly relaxed, a few tears escaping as he slowly leant down, prying up several floorboards and pulling out two identical backpacks, handing one to Bucky who took it with a nod.

"Do this often?" Natasha asked. Peter snorted as he looked through his own pack, making sure he had his photo album.

"Somewhat."

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"You can put your packs here," Steve instructed. Bucky and Peter followed his direction, putting the packs on one of the lounges on the common room, only a few feet away from the elevator.

"Something's going to happen." Peter whispered, leaning his chin on Bucky's shoulder so he could whisper into his ear without anyone else hearing. Bucky turned his head, keeping his eyes on the elevator and the stair door.

"You're sure?" He whispered. Peter hummed, eyes flickering to the window.

"Only I'm in danger. But I'm not leaving without you." Peter whispered firmly. Bucky nodded his head once curtly.

"Exits?" Bucky asked. The rest of the team were talking to themselves while Peter and Bucky stayed close together. Peter was silent for several moments.

"Window. I can catch both of us but I'll need to build up enough force to break it. You can't open them unless you have the permission of the artificial intelligence Stark used to make the elevator move." Peter said. Bucky inclined his head, narrowing his eyes.

"How do you know that?" He asked. Peter hummed, pointing discretely to wires hidden by a small pipe not noticible with normal eyes.

"Those, they're connected to the window and into the sensors in the ceiling." Peter explained. Bucky was about to say something when the elevator doors slid open, outstepping several shield agents holding guns and dressed in armour, several of them holding cattle prods. Bucky and Peter reeled back, both holding tightly to each other, Peter's frantic grip on Bucky's arm was already bruising. When he looked at the couch for their packs they were gone, making him have the same reaction as Peter, erratic breathing, wide eyes and open mouth.

"We are here to collect one enhanced identified by the name Peter, accompanied by James Barnes." One of the agents said. Peter looked frantically to Bucky for help as the agents surrounded them.

"James what's going on?" Peter asked, tears welling up in his eyes, body trembling.

"I don't know." He whispered frantically.

"Hand over the enhanced and no one gets hurt." Another agent said. Bucky only held peter tighter, pulling him in front of himself and wrapping his arms around peter.

"You're not touching him." He growled. When he saw Steve step through the circle of agents he relaxed slightly, thinking that Steve would help him.

"Everything's okay Buck. I promise." He said gently, putting a comforting hand on Bucky's shoulder, Peter and Bucky made eye contact for a moment before he slowly retracted his arms, putting his trust in Steve. He cried out when Steve our a firm hand around Peter's upper arm, pushing him towards the agents. It happened so fast, Peter was getting his hands tied behind his back, a collar put around his neck and hair being pulled back, pushing him to his knees so they could tie his ankles together behind his back.

"NO!" Bucky screamed, attempting to lunge forward, only to be held back by Steve who was holding Bucky's arms behind his back.

"James! Help me! Don't let them take me!" Peter begged desperately, fighting the agents hold on his body urgently, tears slipping out of his eyes and pooling on the floor.

"Let go of me! I have to help him!" Bucky screamed, fighting as much as possible with Steve whose face was unreadable. Bucky cried out when one of the agents rose their cattle prod, pressing it into Peter's back backing him spasm, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"James please! Bucky help me!" Peter screamed.

"I'm trying! Peter no, no don't take him!" Bucky screamed back, tears of his own welling up in his eyes.

"Everything going to be okay Buck, just let it happen." Steve tried to soothe, only making Bucky fight him harder.

"Let go of me! I need to help him! Peter! NO DONT HURT HIM! TAKE ME INSTEAD! PLEASE!" Bucky screamed, breaking a hand free from Steve's hold. He screamed again when the cattle prod was pressed repeatedly into Peter's back.

"Dad! Dad, please! Please don't let them take me!" Peter screamed, spasming on the floor. That broke Bucky's heart, screaming his throat raw as they dragged him off, Steve's hand still holding him firmly in place. He was powerless to do anything to help as the elevator doors closed and Steve finally let go of him. He whirled around and took two handfuls of Steve's first.

"You know about this?" He seethed, voice broken and cracking. Steve nodded curtly.

"Why?! Why would you do that?!" Bucky shouted desperately.

"I had to! I had to if you were going to be safe!" Steve shouted. Bucky shook Steve by his shirt.

"I don't care about me! I care about him! He's just a kid! He didn't do all that fucked up shit! I DID! HE HAD A CHANCE TO BE MORE THEN A WEAPON! I'M ALWAYS GOING TO BE BROKEN! HE WILL GET BETTER! THAT'S WHY I CAME! HE DESERVES BETTER! HE'S A JUST A KID! AND HE'S IN A COLLAR AND THEY'RE USING A CATTLE PROD ON HIM! YOU BASTARD! YOU SELFISH BASTARD! I SHOULD KILL YOU! WHAT KIND OF HERO ARE YOU?!" Bucky screamed in Steve's face, his previously tidy hair that Peter had tied behind his head in the car falling over his face. Tears rolling down his cheeks in a constant stream, wetting his shirt.

"They didn't tell me they were going to do that." Steve said quietly. Bucky shook him vigorously again.

"And that excuses what you did?! He doesn't remember anything before HYRDA! He was tortured relentlessly! So much that he forgot! He refused to hurt or to kill! No matter how much they brainwashed him and tortured him!" Bucky screamed.

"I didn't want them to hurt him!" Steve shouted in defence.

"But they did! And they are! He's just a kid!" Bucky shouted. Bucky flinched violently when someone placed their hands on his shoulders, rubbing circles into his tense muscles, forcing him to relax slightly.

"We're gonna get home back. I promise." They said, and then Bucky realised who it was, Tony. And suddenly that made it all the more worse, the man he'd hurt the most was comforting him.

"That was the first time he called me dad." He whispered, slowly letting go of Steve shirt and dropping his arms uselessly to his sides.

"And there's going to be lots more times." Tony soothed, leading Bucky to one of the couches and pushing Bucky into it gently. He grabbed the hidden packs out of nowhere and placed them at Bucky's feet. Bucky wordlessly dug through Peter's pack, pulling out the only photo they had together, after Peter broke out and joined Bucky. He stared at it, tears dripping into his hands. He suddenly realised this was the first time he'd ever allowed himself to cry. He wordlessly stared at the photo, vaguely registering Steve and Tony fighting in the background.

"I'll get you back."

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"Get your damn hands off of him," Bucky growled, stepping forward but stopping when Tony set a hand on his shoulder.

"Take the handcuffs off boys. And the collar too." Tony said coldly. The agent nodded curtly, undoing the handcuffs and then the collar, stepping away from Peter. Peter stood stiffly and silent, eyes darting around the room, finally finding Bucky's. Bucky nodded slowly, tears welling in Peter's he was he rushing forward and crashing into Bucky, arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs around his waist locking arms his ankles, clinging to Bucky like a koala. Although there were tears in Peter's eyes he didn't shed them, burying his head in Bucky's shoulder as Bucky held him tightly, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Different clothes." He whispered. Peter hummed.

"Issued." He responded. Bucky hummed, one arm around Peter's torso and their other cradling the back of his head.

"I thought I'd never see you again. I, I thought you were gone for good." Bucky breathed. He finally noticed Peter's tears soaking his shirt, tiny whimpering noises escaping his lips.

"I thought I was going back there. I thought, I thought I'd be gone for good and they'd get what they wanted from me. And you wouldn't be there to protect me." Peter breathed fisting Bucky's shirt in his hands. Bucky shook his head.

"No. No I'd never let you go back. I'd never let them take you again." Bucky said firmly, holding peter impossibly tighter. They were silent for several moments.

"They treated me like an animal. Like HYDRA." He said, finally switching back to English, his voice soft and without attention.

"They're supposed to be good." Bucky said quietly. Peter nodded into his shoulder.

"They put this gag in my mouth, it had um, it had lemon and chlorine in it. And I had a straight jacket on, like when I first came to HYDRA. And they tied my legs behind my back. I threw up so many times they had to roll me over." Peter whispered, eyes glassy, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Never again. Never." Bucky said firmly. Peter nodded into his shoulder, not moving an inch as Bucky walked around one of the couches and sitting slowly, still holding Peter tightly, who was slowly falling asleep on Bucky. Bucky didn't even mind, Peter was here, safe, warm, with Bucky.

"Love you, dad." Peter said quietly, snuggling closer to Bucky who cradling Peter's head to his shoulder.

"Love you too." He breathed. After several minutes Peter was fast asleep on top of Bucky who was being watched closely by the team.

"How old is he?" Wanda asked suddenly.

"We don't know. He can't remember anything but his name and his stay at HYDRA and when he was with me. We think he's about sixteen." Bucky said quietly, burning this memory into his mind. Tony was right, they'd gotten him back. He'd also made sure no one would ever be able to take and Bucky and Peter again, making sure Bucky's name was cleared.

"What is his name?" Clint asked.

"Peter. That's all we know." Bucky said awkwardly. Clint nodded slowly and suck back into his couch.

"Looks like this happens a lot," Tony commented, gesturing to Peter clinging to Bucky's front, sleeping soundly.

"Yeah. When he first came to HYDRA he'd spend days being tortured, so much that he couldn't even remember how to speak, or walk, or eat, or drink. They put him with me, just pushed him in and he fell to the floor and just lay there. He gets cold really really easily, and I didn't know what to do, there was only one mattress and he was shivering so I pulled him into the bed with me. It started happening every night and he slowly remembered how to do things and with my help, he could do thinks semi-normal like before." Bucky said. Tony nodded slowly, narrowing his eyes at Peter and Bucky.

"Why do you think they put him in with you?" He asked. Bucky laughed bitterly.

"To make me care. They knew what they were doing. I was and am protective of him, I let myself get punished so he wouldn't. I gave him the food and water because they only put one serving through the door. I helped him train so he wouldn't get killed in the sparring matches. They made me do things, worse things then I've ever done or they said they'd hurt him." Bucky explained weakly, freezing as peter shifted in his sleep, withdrawing his legs from behind Bucky and pressing his side against Bucky's front, Bucky's arms still wrapped tightly around him.

"So my father?" T'challa asked quietly, having send the footage of Peter being taken he believed Bucky.

"They were going to give him a prosthetic," Bucky said softly, looking down at peter.

"But he doesn't have a scratch on him," Scott said quietly. Realisation dawned across the room, taking in the scars peeking out of his sleeves, his collar, his pants legs and even his hair. T'challa about to say something more when Peter suddenly jumped off of Bucky's chest. He was holding Bucky's arm tightly, bruising making Bucky wince. He slid off of Bucky's lap, sitting down next to him, staring down at the floor.

"Peter? Are you okay?" Bucky asked, prying Peter's hand off of his arm with a wince and holding his wrists tightly.

"Peter Benjamin Paker. That's my name." He whispered. Bucky's eyes widened dramatically.

"Okay. We can work with that." Bucky said quietly. Peter nodded slowly.

"Learn something new every day." He said, still completely rigid. Bucky nodded.

"You remember how to move? Tony made up a room for you." Bucky said. Peter turned his head slowly, narrowing his eyes at Tony.

"Are you famous? Cause I recognise you." Peter said slowly. Tony was silent, looking to Bucy for help.

"That's good. That's association." Bucky said, nodding his head as Peter nodded in agreement.

"I can't really walk right now." He said quietly. Bucky nodded, helping Peter off of the couch, supporting him on his side. The two disappeared down the hallway, muttering to each other, Peter only stumbling slightly.

"So. What now?"

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"Apple juice? Really?" Tony asked Peter, sounding extremely unimpressed. Peter narrowed his eyes at him, placing his glass down on the counter.

"You're one to talk. Cranberry juice?" Peter asked. Peter was the only one Tony allowed to joke about his cranberry juice, which he'd started drinking to stop drinking alcohol.

"You should try it." Tony offered. Peter made a face and rolled his eyes, picking back up his glass and sitting between Tony and Bucky.

"Oh, we have to get you new shoes today," Bucky said. Peter's hand paused around his glass, swirling the apple juice in the glass.

"What's wrong with the shoes I have now?" He asked, more a whine though.

"I hate to break it to you, but you run around so much that your shoes are practically being held together by duct tape." Tony teased. He was expecting a jab back from Peter except Peter continued swirling his juice.

"What's the date today?" He asked quietly, his voice far away and quite, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Tenth of August. Why?" BUcky asked. Peter paused, placing his glass down on the countertop.

"I think it's my birthday." He said simply. Bucky was silent, frozen as he stared at Peter who'd shrunken into himself, leaning towards Bucky slightly.

"How do you know that?" Tony asked gently, pushing Peter's glass away from the edge.

"2001." He said quietly. Tony rose an eyebrow at the response.

"What happened in 2001?" Bucky asked, pulling Peter into a side hug as Peter started shaking.

"I was born. Yeah, it's my birthday today." Peter said, a small smile growing on his face as he looked up at Bucky. Bucky nodded slowly, hugging Peter tightly.

"Sweet Sixteen," Tony said in amusement. Peter snorted, yanking Tony into the hug.

"I guess we don't have to go shoe shopping today."