@bruma-bellator gets a starter
Peter gulped as he took his seat at the wide table, glancing from one end to the other. All these super heroes in one place--Scarlet Witch, Valkyrie, Falcon (wait, no, he was Captain America now, right? And original Captain America was really really old now?), Captain Marvel, and the Winter Soldier. He wasn’t sure what he was more excited about: meeting someone from his history books, or meeting an actual alien super goddess woman. Well, re-meeting. He’d fought along side all of them after he’d been snapped back into reality, which had been really really cool--until it wasn’t. Until Mr. Stark snapped his fingers and didn’t get up again. Until they’d won, and still, they didn’t all go home.
This room felt really small without everyone in it, everyone who’d been on that battlefield. And it felt wrong to be in Avenger’s Headquarters without Mr. Stark there to greet them. But if Peter thought about that too much, he was going to cry again, and he really, really didn’t want to cry in front of all his heroes. He’d promised Ned he’d report back everything there was to know about Bucky Barnes, and if he started blubbering, there was no way someone that cool was going to talk to him.
He turned in his seat to face him--metal arm, long hair, kind of grumpy face: super different from his grinning, well-groomed picture with Captain America on page 217 of American History by James McBrackle. Peter meant to say ‘hello’ like a normal person, or at least to ask an intelligent question. But what came spilling from his lips instead was: “So your arm is made of vibranium, right? So it’s indestructible. So awesome. Does it still use electromyographical sensors? How much can you lift? Cause no offense, but I sort of totally stopped you--which was super cool, by the way, I don’t know if you remember that, and I’m really sorry about throwing Cap’s shield at your head--but that means you’ve got to be somewhere under 10 tons, right? That’s what we think I can lift. Still experimenting. Hard to find anything big enough in public school, and if my gym coach saw me? Yeah, I’d never get out of doing the rope climb again. Ned’s...not the best to practice with, honestly. But please don’t tell him I said that. You shouldn’t feel bad, by the way. I can stop most people. And that’s just part of the mutation. It’s not like I trained for it like you do, so really, I’m kind of cheating.” He paused, out of breath, and finally stopped talking long enough for Bucky to maybe get a word in.