Peter woke up, shaking and sweating profusely.  He gasped for air and looked around, reorienting himself.  He stood up, trying to be light on his feet.

He walked out of his room and out onto the fire escape.  He sat on the railing and looked out over the lit up and still busy city.

He had had another nightmare.  About the events of a few weeks ago.  Dying- and then suddenly being alive again.  Some of the Avengers had passed.

Steve Rogers, or Captain America, had died, fighting Thanos.  So had Gamora, Quills girlfriend.  He had never met her, but he could tell from the way Quill talked about her that she was wonderful.   Neither of their deaths or some of the other deaths had been the worst for Peter, though they all would be missed.  No, there was one that had really torn Peter apart. 

Ironman, or Tony Stark, had died.  He died almost immediately after Peter had returned.  He had died in Peter's arms, almost like how Peter had disappeared in his.

This dream had just been a reminder of everything.  He had lost him again.  But it felt much worse this time.  He held his head in his hands for a while before pulling out his phone.  He knew who he needed to talk to.

Peter Parker
Mr.Barnes?  It happened again.  It felt even worse this time.

Bucky Barnes
I'm on my way to The Spot, kid.  See you in five.

Peter knew where he was talking about.  In those past few weeks, him and Bucky had met and mourned.  Now, Bucky helped Peter to cope. 

Peter went inside and quickly put on the Spider-Man suit before going out the fire escape and swinging his way to The Spot.

The Spot was the top of a relatively tall building near Peter and May's apartment.  This was where they had first formally met each other after the Thanos events.  Peter had been swinging around, letting off stream and grieving.  Bucky had been grieving as well and they had stopped and talked, also apologizing for the Civil War between the Avengers.

Peter arrived and saw Bucky already sitting there. Peter muttered a hello and sat beside Bucky.

"Hey kid," Bucky said in a quiet, sympathetic voice. "You okay?"

"Of course," Peter said in a flat tone, taking his mask off. "Why wouldn't I be? Just had a nightmare where I saw myself losing a father figure again. I had to experience his death again."

Bucky sighed and looked at the teen. This kid had been through things that most adults couldn't even imagine. It wasn't fair, but when is life ever fair?

"Remember what I told you? The techniques?" Bucky asked. Peter nodded. "Do you want to talk about it? Talking about it helps."

Peter hesitated before saying, "I was back in Wakanda." The Avengers had fought Thanos for the last time there. That's where Peter and the other heroes who had disappeared had reappeared.

"I had just come back from the snap," he continued, looking down over the edge of the building. "I was happy, and started looking for Mr. Stark. I-" He stopped, tears starting to fall. "I find him stabbed. I rush up to him and hold him and-"

Peter went silent. In reality, Tony had died shortly after this, after Peter and him talked, Peter panicking and saying that he would be alright before Tony told Peter how proud he was. But in the dream, it had been much worse.

Peter finally continued, voice broken. "He looks up at me and says, 'why couldn't you do better? Why didn't you try harder to save me? You failed.' Then he- he disappeared."

Bucky quickly hugged Peter. "Kid, it was not your fault. You had been snapped away. You couldn't do anything to change it."

Peter shook his head, pulling away.  "I should've done something more.  I should've tried harder.  He was wrong.  To be proud of me.  There's nothing I've done to be proud of."  Peter's hands began to shake and his breaths became shallow. 

"Hey," Bucky said softly.  "You're okay.  You're gonna be okay.  Remember.  Breathe."

Peter nodded.  He tried the breathing exercises that Bucky had taught him.  Bucky had been a huge help for Peter.  He had helped him to figure out what to do in these situations.

"Whenever you start feeling panicked or have a bad nightmare or anything- call or text me," Bucky had said after one of their first meetings.  Now, I'm not that tech savvy and will probably take a while to see it or reply, but I will still come and help as soon as I can, okay?" 

Peter had nodded and agreed.  Bucky was almost like a mentor for him.  A friend.  He had helped Peter quite a few times.

There was silence for a while as Peter calmed down with the help from Bucky.  They sat looking at the sky, which both of them had grown to do when they came. 

"You're strong, kid.  You know that?  You remind me so much of someone.  A kid from Brooklyn that I knew."  Bucky looked up at the sky, where the sun was just beginning to rise, a small smile on his face.  He put his metal hand on Peter's shoulder, causing Peter to jump slightly before relaxing a bit.  "Man, he would not back down, even if the guy he was fighting was twice his size; which he was, most of the time."  He laughed shortly.  "He pushed on no matter how many times he was shoved down, and became an amazing hero."

Peter knew exactly who he was talking about.  The amazing Captain America.  Bucky's best friend.  One of the many who gave their life to stop Thanos.  He looked down at his hands where his mask sat.

"Do you miss him?"  Peter asked quietly, already knowing the answer.

Bucky looked down at the teen.  The kid from Queens who reminded him so much of the strong-willed kid from Brooklyn.  He saw Steve when he looked at Peter, though neither looked too alike.  He knew what the kid was going through.  He knew because he had - and he was, going through the same thing. 

He didn't always know exactly what to do to help this kid.  While he had gone through it all before, he was afraid of messing up.  He wanted to help Peter in the best way, but he wasn't always sure what way that was.  But Cap would know, he always thought.  That thought kept him going and motivated him in helping Peter.  Bucky looked back at the orange-pink sky and sighed softly. 

"Every day."