I was up most of the night, checking Peter's blood pressure, his IV, and that Tony wasn't laying on top of him when he had major wounds. Steve made grumpy noises each time I got up, without fail, until he'd gotten fed up with the almost constant movement on my side of the couch and moved all of our bedding and himself into Peter's hospital room. Natasha was fast asleep in the vents above Peter and Tony. Sam decided that he couldn't repel his worry for Peter and slept in a hammock by the window. Pietro and Wanda slept in the same sleeping bag on the end of the bed. Vision looked like a tired parent as he took care of the fact that nobody was tucked in properly, but I saw a tiny smile through my eyelashes as he tucked the blanket over Steve and I.

Bruce nuzzled Vision's neck as Vision joined him by the door. Vision smiled and his burgundy cheeks went purple as he clung to Bruce's lazy bed shirt. They looked back at us, looking like a proud pair of parents.

It was hard to say that they weren't cute together, because they were so domestic and cute and the way that Bruce held Vision was romantic. They. Have. To. Be. A. Thing. Because. That's. Too. Cute. For. Words.

"Come to bed, V." Bruce said softly, knowing that some of us are light sleepers.

"Mmmmm...maybe for a little while..." Vision sighed, smiling contentedly in Bruce's arms. Then, with that, they went out on their way to bed.

The next morning, Peter hadn't changed and Tony was so crestfallen. Bruce and Vision were passed out in Bruce's bed, almost completely naked. Steve was out, as in OUT in the chair we fell asleep in and I had no problem escaping his grip to go make breakfast. Pietro had a really bad habit of sleepwalking and he somehow ended up passed out on the kitchen table. Wanda was reading silently, still in the sleeping bag. Natasha was still in the vents above Peter but she peeked through the ceiling vent and stared at me. Sam had fallen out of the hammock and was sleeping on his face on the floor.

I gave Tony some coffee when he came out. He looked more disheveled than normal and way more tired. He sat down at the island bar and sighed heavily.

"Morning, Tony."I say softly as he sipped his coffee.

"Morning..."he mumbled into his coffee mug. "Whatever your name is..."

"Call me Bucky. I may not look like a good guy, but I really am good." I smile.

"But you are a great person. You saved Peter's life. You didn't kill any of us crazy people, but you did come close to killing Steve with your bare hands."

"I rescued him from drowning after he fell from that airship on the day we fought." I paused. Did I want to tell him that I killed his parents? "I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"For what I did to your parents when I was brainwashed completely." I sigh sadly.

"You killed them?" Tony asked, shocked and shaken. I nodded grimly.

"It wasn't my intention to kill them. I WAS brainwashed. I was like a remote control car. They say do this, I do it. They say do that, I do it. I had no control over the situation and no choice but to carry out their will." I informed him.