‘‘Great. Nice job, real nice job,’‘ Bucky muttered to himself as he turned to collect himself and take a breath before making his way over to Peter and kneeling down in front of him. ‘‘Hey, look at me, hey,’‘ Bucky coaxed softly as he guided Peter’s hands down from his face, taking in his bloodied face and wet eyes. ‘‘I was scared too. I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t want you to get hurt-’’
‘‘I didn’t want that either!’‘ Peter cut in, shifting closer to Bucky as he sniffled.
‘‘I know, baby. I know,’‘ Bucky soothed before craning his neck to press his lips softly against Peters.