Peter ended up sleeping for 8 hours—it was more than good if you compared it to the last few days. The sun had shone through the curtain when he finally woke up.
"Mornin'," he mumbled while walking through the living room. Bucky looked up from the TV screen to greet him, "Morning, kid." He turned off the TV then stood up. "Sam is making breakfast."
Peter followed Bucky to the kitchen and sat down in front of him. "What are we having?" Peter tried to peek what Sam was preparing from his chair.
"Just some sausage and toast," Sam answered, putting it in front of them. Peter raised his eyebrows at how much Sam was preparing. "Some?"
Sam snickered, "Well, I have two super human beings in my house now."
"Yeah, and you are just some normal human being?" Bucky replied, already stuffing some toast to his mouth. Sam playfully smacked him at his arm. "Don't be so smug about it, Terminator."
Peter grinned at their exchange and ate two sausage and some toasts before Sam decided to speak up about yesterday, "Pepper and I had found a solution."
Bucky raised an eyebrow at that. Sam rolled his eyes. "Okay, Pepper had found a solution." Peter thought he could see a little smirk on Bucky's face before he replied, "Go on."
"You guys don't have to help me," Peter said, quietly interrupting them. "After all, this is my problem. I should be the one handling this. I can go away after breakfast."
Sam and Bucky glanced at each other hearing Peter's words. It was Sam who broke the silence again. "Do you really think that we are going to let you out alone in a city targeting you?"
Peter seemed surprised at that. "What? I thought you guys—"
"Peter," Bucky cut him off, looking at him with concern in his eyes, "we are not going to do that, okay?"
Peter was quiet for a moment before nodding.
"You know my background story, right?"
Peter nodded again.
"You know that I've been through what you are facing right now then," Bucky said, his half eaten sausage forgotten on the plate. "We definitely are not going to let you face this alone."
Peter looked like he was still unsure so Sam added, "We are not that heartless, kid. We want to help. You are welcome to go to us, any hour, any day, and we will help you."
Peter breathed. He looked at both of them and then down again.
"Thank you," he mumbled, slowly, hesitantly.
Peter could practically felt them smiled before Sam answered, "Anytime, Peter."