An-Bucky is sitting in the lounge room after a particularly bad nightmare when Peter walks in he's suddenly very confused. He knows the kid's spiderman but this kid can't be having nightmares. right?

TW- Descriptions of nightmares, PTSD

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Third Person POV

Bucky sat at the lounge, half off it, leaning over the coffee table in front of him, nursing a now cold mug of tea. He was staring into the cup, swirling it every now and again, watching the brown liquid moving. He lifted his head towards the kitchen when he heard a person shuffling into its entrance, rubbing their eyes, and pushing their curly dark brown hair out of their slightly red eyes. Bucky recognised the person as Peter, not understanding why the teen would be awake at 3 AM.

Peter continued shuffling around the kitchen, seemingly too deep in concentration to notice Bucky standing up and heading towards the kitchen, Peter was now at the coffee pot, waiting for it to heat up, fiddling with the hem of his oversized t-shirt, over his baggy pyjama bottoms.

Bucky walked forward, expecting the teen to spout about homework or something in the lab, he tapped Peter on the shoulder, who leapt back and into a fighting stance facing Bucky now. He let out a breath of air, his muscles relaxing, and his arms going back to his sides. Peter stayed silent, going back to the coffee pot, pulling it out, looking into it before shrugging and drinking straight from it.

"I don't think Tony would appreciate you drink straight from his precious coffee pot." Peter snorted, rolling his eyes slightly, "Mr Stark wouldn't be able to stay mad at me for long." he paused, staring into the now empty coffee pot, "He has one in his lab." Bucky chuckled, turning to put his mug of tea on the counter, not realising he was still holding it. "That's tony for you." Peter chuckled a little before filling up the coffee pot again. Peter sighed before leaning back against the island of the kitchen, almost holding his body up, which was sagging under him. Bucky gestured with his hand towards the couch. Peter shrugged before sitting at it, Bucky following.

The two sat in relative silence, bucky breaking it, "So punk, why you up this fine time of the morning?" Peter seemed to tense beside Bucky, making the older man worried for the teen. Peter laughed nervously, "Just couldn't sleep." he was facing away from Bucky purposefully, Bucky noticed, "You know if you're having nightmares, it's not something to be ashamed of." Peter looked toward Bucky, confused. "How would you know Mr Barnes, you're so much stronger than me, I'm just weak. They're just stupid dreams that I can't control." Peter said, now looking at Bucky with a pained look in his eyes.

Bucky sighed, now looking down at his hands in his lap. One skin-toned, slightly tan, but real. The older a shiny metal, "You wanna know why I'm up so early kid?" he said almost questioningly. Peter nodded a little, leaning back into the couch. "I was having a dream, I was back in HYDRA, after a training session, but I refused to go back to my cell, so I was getting punished. I had this shocking thing that was constantly attached to my chest. I don't really know how it worked, but it went off. I couldn't escape the pain until I complied." he paused, reaching up to point at Peter's chest. He pointed at the middle of it, right where he knew Peter felt his own heartbeat. "Right here is where it was, they didn't stop the shock until I went into my cell." He dropped his hand to his side, now looking at his metal arm, flexing his fingers slightly. "That dream is what you would call a nightmare. Everyone on the team has them. Tony about his arc reactor, Steve about the war, Nat about the red room, Clint about the battle of New York. I could go on." he said, now looking at Peter's face.

Peter hummed slightly in response. "I just feel so weak whenever I have them." Peter's head was now resting on the back of the couch. "I haven't gone through nearly as much as the rest of the team." Bucky laughed a little, "You've been through much more then you should have to." Peter looked at Bucky, a little confused. "You mumble a lot in the mornings," Bucky said, slightly amused. Peter laughed a little. "Yea, I guess I do." Bucky and Peter were now both looking at the ceiling. "It was about that time I fought the vulture, on homecoming night." Bucky listened intently.

"We had been fighting, and I thought he just kept missing me, but I guess I should have thought about it more. Suddenly the support beams started to fall, and I knew hat he was trying to do. He got out just before the building collapsed. I was under this massive support beam ten times my size. There was dust and rubble everywhere. I was in my homemade suit because Mr. stark took the one he made away when I started messing up. I couldn't see through the goggles. I could barely move enough to pull them off. I was trapped, and I kept crying for help but no one could hear me. Then I woke up and I felt like I couldn't breathe and I kept reliving that night over and over again in my head. That's when I went to the kitchen." Peter was now hugging himself a little. Bucky looked at him again, "Come on punk, bring it in." Bucky sat up opening his arms. Peter hesitated for a moment before returning the gesture. "I'm out here most mornings, if you ever have a nightmare and want to talk about it, I'm here," Bucky said quietly, knowing how much he sometimes needed to talk about his nightmares. Peter nodded into his shoulder a little.

Peter didn't know why, but he trusted Bucky. Now when he had a nightmare, he had someone to go to.