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WHO:Bucky Barnes, OTA, (Closed post for Steve)
WHERE: where the Glownies graze, Steve/Bucky's place
WHAT: Glownie Therapy, Flowers
WHEN: Early days after being released
WARNINGS:TBD

OTA- Glownie Therapy

Still lacking the proper data point, Bucky couldn't care for the glownies as well as the others. Besides which he didn't want to step on the those of those who had assumed it as their job. But he visited them when he needed something to calm him down, bring him of a little of that peace he'd felt out in Wakanda.

He'd spent hours on another fruitless search for Soldier, or the Red Book, turning up neither, and hesitant still to bring his concerns to Steve because...well, if he was being honest with himself it was because he was afraid of Steve seeing an activated Winter Soldier in the flesh. The memories were bad enough.

So he stopped to visit the glownies before heading back, brushing them down slightly and giving a fond pat to it's flank, feeling the tension ease away.

For Steve

Back in his prime, Bucky was sure he didn't spend nearly this much time fretting over stupid things like this. He was confident, and sure, and dating came easy. He wasn't sure if it was that he was older now, everything he'd been through, or just...that this was Steve.

Adorably old fashioned.

The words kept echoing in him man, and he made a face at the flowers in his hand, making a half aborted turn to abandon them all together before making himself stop. He took a breath let that confident look fall back into place, and let himself inside.

"Steve? You back?"

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Yeah, that disapproving stare has Peter worrying that he's done something wrong and if maybe Bucky is mad at him for something and that's why his spider-sense is buzzing.

"Oh, well.. It's.. I mean it's mostly been me-actually it's been all me-I've just been really awkward-" He moves closer and then stops. Something is really, really not right. His eyes and the inside of his nose feel like they're burning. He coughs and suddenly it clicks. The minty scent is overwhelming and he has stagger back.

"...Like now?" Bucky wonders pointedly, not sure what exactly Peter's getting at, or why he's approaching only to immediately become skittish again.

"What's up with you? I'm not going to bite."

"Uh..." Peter feels his cheeks warm as it occurs to him that he is kinda being awkward. It's not his fault though, everything feels like minty fire. "Yeah, sorry." He offers, trying to ignore the increasing discomfort. Maybe if he stands back far enough things will calm down.

"I'm fine, really." He coughs out, not sounding fine at all. "I just thought we got off on the wrong foot and-oh god." He rubs at his eyes but that really just makes it worse. "thought we could try again?"

Yeah. He really doesn't look fine. And Bucky gives him a side eyed look. Something is obviously going on, but Peter's attempts to not acknowledge it and push forward with this confusing apology are strange.

"What's happening with you?"

He sucks in a breath and tries to keep his breathing under control. He takes another step back and rubs his eyes again. He knows Bucky's not yelling but right now things are a lot louder than they should be and he's very itchy. What cancels out mint?

"I'm-uh.. I'm fine." He tries again, trying to suppress a cough. "I just-spiders-" he moves his hands scratch furiously at his neck. "I'm allergic to mint." He finally confesses.

He did not look fine.

Bucky steps closer with a frown, impatiently searching Peter's face as he waits for him to spit out the explanation.

And...shit. He stills, running through scenarios in his mind.

"How allergic?" he presses. Was this kid about to die on him? How far was the hospital from here? Did they even have epi-pens here?? If he gets him there fast enough--

He's at least mostly sure he's not going to die. He just kind of feels like he wants to.

"I don't know!" His voice squeaks loudly. "I can never get close enough before this-" cough. "-starts happening and my senses freak out." He's not being held in place so he takes another step back. He's gotta put as much distance between him and the mint as possible.

"I mean my survival rate is 100% so far." Now is probably not the time for jokes but he's a little freaked out and running his mouth is just kind of a bad habit.

Bucky curses, nodding for Peter to move the hell away from the glownie pen and moving to follow after, not remembering how Steve had managed to get their clothes clean using that same mint.

"Let's get you to the hospital," he instructs, leaving no room for argument, "If they don't have some alien solution for this maybe the kid can magic up an epi-pen like he did when Steve's inhaler."

Peter really, really doesn't want to go to the hospital but he also really, really doesn't want to feel like he's dying. He backs up from the pin but his eyes and nose are still burning and his senses are going crazy.

"God." He uses the back of his hand to try and scratch his nose and feels something warm on his hand. He doesn't need to open his eyes to know what it is but he does anyway. He stares at the dark red smeared on his hand for two seconds before he has to close his eyes again.

"Why is it getting worse?" He whines.

That's definitely not good. The kid's still breathing, so that's something, but it's definitely not good.

Bucky inhales, and something in the back of his mind catches the scent still trapped in his clothes, making the connection and stepping back.

"It's me-" he warns, holding up a palm to caution the kid to keep his distances, "Just stay calm, all right? I can call someone-"

Peace

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