Its been over a week since he found the tattered remains of her sweater. A week since he forced himself back together and went out hunting with his two new friends. Teammates? Whatever he can get away with calling Gamora and Starlord. The sweater may be lost now, but with his new found connection to the two Guardians, Peter hadn't wasted any time in moving from the remains of one cabin, and in to the spare room of another. One he's not alone in occupying.
With the others off somewhere, Peter had taken the opportunity to continue his search of the remaining cabins, hoping to scavenge up whatever supplies he could. With a metabolism like his, he knows his supplies won't last long otherwise. And there's only so many times he can ignore the fact that his plate is a little fuller than the others when they sit down to eat.
It's by the time he's leaving his sixth cabin of the day that his senses pick up, throwing him on high alert. His grip tightens on his pack, fingers curling back under his sleeve to the webshooters hidden beneath his hoodie. Scanning the area, he laments once again that he isn't wearing his costume. That he can't ask Karen to scan the area for him. So instead he's stuck looking around to try and find the source of the disturbance. To spot--
"Woah."
The word escapes on a breath, and Peter finds himself relaxing almost automatically. Sure, the last time he saw the man, the two of them were fighting against one another. But that doesn't detract for the fact that, that is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. The war hero. Captain America's best friend. The...new arrival?
"Mr. Barnes. Sir?" Darting down the street with all the enthusiasm of the teenager he is, Peter skids to a stop in front of Bucky, a wide grin on his face. So much for subtlety?
"Hi. My name's Peter. I know we haven't met properly before, but I wanted to say hi and see if you needed any help. I, uh- I'm a friend of Mr. Stark?" Which means he can trust him, right?
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With the others off somewhere, Peter had taken the opportunity to continue his search of the remaining cabins, hoping to scavenge up whatever supplies he could. With a metabolism like his, he knows his supplies won't last long otherwise. And there's only so many times he can ignore the fact that his plate is a little fuller than the others when they sit down to eat.
It's by the time he's leaving his sixth cabin of the day that his senses pick up, throwing him on high alert. His grip tightens on his pack, fingers curling back under his sleeve to the webshooters hidden beneath his hoodie. Scanning the area, he laments once again that he isn't wearing his costume. That he can't ask Karen to scan the area for him. So instead he's stuck looking around to try and find the source of the disturbance. To spot--
"Woah."
The word escapes on a breath, and Peter finds himself relaxing almost automatically. Sure, the last time he saw the man, the two of them were fighting against one another. But that doesn't detract for the fact that, that is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. The war hero. Captain America's best friend. The...new arrival?
"Mr. Barnes. Sir?" Darting down the street with all the enthusiasm of the teenager he is, Peter skids to a stop in front of Bucky, a wide grin on his face. So much for subtlety?
"Hi. My name's Peter. I know we haven't met properly before, but I wanted to say hi and see if you needed any help. I, uh- I'm a friend of Mr. Stark?" Which means he can trust him, right?