Hiya folks! This one will DEFINATELY be shorter than my other one, but I thought that this could be cute. So I did it.
Just a little fluff for yalls

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Bucky stared at the blue sky, watching the fluffy strands of white cotton float by. He had decided to go for a walk, but currently found himself lost on unfamiliar streets. He didn't want to call anyone because he liked the peace and quiet, but he also wanted to be back at the compound soon. He didn't want to be late for dinner.
He continued down unknown streets, letting his mind wander. He wanted to remember what it was like before he became the Winter Soldier, what life as Bucky Barnes was like.

But he couldn't remember much.

And that hurt.

It hurt him, and Steve, and many of the other Avengers.

He wished he could remember his normal life.

He wished he could be Bucky.

"Oof!" The teenager stepped back dazed.

Bucky blinked. "Peter?"

"Mr White Wolf sir? I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." The kid fiddled with the strap on his bag nervously.

Bucky had never really met the boy personally, but he had seen him around the compound. He was a nice kid, nervous one minute and bouncing off the walls the next.

"It's ok. I wasn't paying attention either." He hesitated. "Do you live around here?"

Peter relaxed a little. "Yeah, my aunt and I live in an apartment a few blocks from here. Are you... lost?"

"A bit. I just went on a walk, but got sidetracked and now I don't know where I am."

"That's ok. I'll help you." Peter smiled.
They walk for a few blocks in silence before Bucky blurted out a question.

"Did you say you lived with your aunt?"
That was definitely the wrong thing to ask. Way to go, Bucky.

Peter stopped. "Yeah, my aunt May. She's really nice. You'd like her." He continued walking again. "When I was younger..." He took a breath.

"You don't have to tell me."

"No, it's ok. I want to tell you.
When I was younger, my parents died in a plane crash, so my aunt and uncle took me in. I never really remember my parents. All I remember are snippets in time, like photos of a moment, but it's hard to picture those. I miss them."

"I get how you feel."

Peter looked up in surprise.

"Before I became the Winter Soldier I had a normal life. I enlisted in the army, I charmed the girls, I saved Steve from many backstreest fights." Bucky chuckled. "But I don't remember much. Just snippets in time, like a picture of a memory."

"That must be hard."

Bucky looked at the boy walking next to him. Here was this kid who had lost his parents and lived with his aunt, probably barley scraping along financial-wise from what he's heard, and he gets out of bed each morning, goes to school, saves the city from criminal activity and is selfless and caring and compassionate.

This child is a literal angel.

They talked some more about Peter's schooling and home life. Bucky discovered that not only was this kid kind, but he was smart. Like, Tony Stark smart. And that is crazy.

When they reached a street Bucky recognised they parted.

"See you Mister Wolf sir!"

"It's Bucky! And I'll see you tomorrow!"

He smiled. He was looking forward to seeing the kid again.

Peter waited for the elevator doors to open. He had his book in one hand and a small fruit bag in the other.

"Kid! Glad you could make it!" Tony wrapped Peter in a hug.

"How are you, Mr- uh Tony?"

"Good.' He eyes the bag suspiciously.

"What have you got there?"

"Oh just this really cool comic I found the other day. It's about a Belgian reporter in the 1940's who stops crime and-"

"No, the bag."

"Oh." Peter held up the bag. "Just something for Mr Bucky."

Steve and Bucky, who had just walked in, stopped. Steve raised an eyebrow while Bucky eyed the bag suspiciously.

"Here." Peter handed the bag to Bucky.

He opened the bag. "Plums?"

"Yeah... I did some research on memory loss and amnesia and found that plums can help counteract memory loss. So I got some. I wanted to try some but I figured that it wouldn't work cause I was too little b-" He was cut off as Bucky gave him a hug.

"Thank you."

From then on, Bucky regarded Peter as a guardian angel. Pure kind, innocent, humble, always serving others.

What more could someone want as a son?

His parents were a lucky couple.

And from then on, Peter found himself gaining a new brother/ uncle figure to help fill the small hole in his heart.

May eyed the envelope suspiciously. It had her name on it and Peter clearly didn't know about it, so she didn't trust it. She had found it in his bag when he came home from the compound, asleep and exhausted. A nice man with brown hair and a metal arm had carried him from the car tho his bed, being careful not to disturb him.
May opened the letter.

To May.
My name is Bucky.
You probably know me as the Winter Soldier.
I met your nephew when I got lost the other day and he walked me back to somewhere I knew. He told me about his childhood as we walked. I'm sorry for your loss.
I told him that I don't remember much about who I was before all of this. So he did some research and got me plums to help me remember.
He's an angel, and he is a pleasure to be around. Thank you for looking after him and for helping him become the man he is today. Be proud of who he is and who she will grow up to be.
I hope you two have a lovely weekend.
Here is my number if you wish to contact me.

- Bucky

May wiped a tear from her eye. She didn't know that Peter had bought plums. He must have used what little of his savings that he owned.

May slipped quietly into Peter's room. He was asleep, with his chestnut hair sticking out wildly at odd angles. She gently placed a kiss on his forehead
"I love you, angel."

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Just some fluff for yalls...
Sorry for that, I really wanted to write something about plums and Bucky and Peter, so I did.
Hope you enjoyed and stay posted for more!
Stay healthy!
-Evie