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Peter Parker was an ordinary guy aside from his gig as Spiderman.
He went to a normal public high school, got bullied like a normal kid, and had a normal passion for photography.
There weren't much defining features about the kid aside from his nerdy science knowledge and his passion for photography.
He had a Canon camera that his aunt May had worked hard to get for him for his 14th birthday, after seeing the wasted potential of his pictures on a Nokia.
He had been shocked when May surpised him with the expensive camera on his birthday, and extremely grateful. He loved the camera with his entire being.
People who have seen his photography skills could definitely say that he had talent, encouraging him to sell his photos. Peter would laugh it off, being the humble guy he was.
However, ever since he was bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his Peter tingle, he also felt as if there was another tingle.
He called it his Peter photo tingle. Not very original but he wasn't a mastermind at coming up with names and nicknames for things like Tony Stark.
This new sense gave him the ability to find the perfect moment to take a photo. It was similar to his usual Peter tingle when danger was approaching, but it alerted him of a beautiful sunset, or the vibrant petals of a flower, allowing him to capture the moment at the perfect time.
A regular day after school, Peter was walking home. It wasn't a far walk, only 45 mins really.
Peter enjoyed walking home, an opinion contrary to what other kids his age would have had if they had to walk 45 mins every day to and from school.
He liked being able to look around the city, to feel the people and their issues like the back of his hand. There were always photo opportunities, and his camera swung from a thick strap around his neck.
Besides, if he really needed to get home, Peter could always swing.
He stolled leisurely, calling out hellos to stall owners, and checking up on older folk crossing the street.
By that time, the sun was nearing the end of its peak, just at the time where it was partially hidden by clouds.
Peter was in the middle of chatting with Ms. Rachar, the owner of a fresh sliced pineapple stand when he felt the hairs of his neck stand up in a tingle.
He spun around to look at the horizon, a beautiful shade of sky blue. It was the perfect moment for a shot!
Bidding a quick farewell to the stand owner, Peter quickly whipped out his camera. He looked through the lense, pointed towards the sky.
It was a beautiful scene from the lense of his camera. The bustling street of New York, with its high rise buildings, and the sky, peeking out behind those buildings in its dazzling blue.
The tingle grew, running all over Peter's body until he knew it was the perfect moment.
The shutter clicked and Peter quickly went to look at it. In it's raw form, the picture was spectacular. He needed to do a couple tweaks here and there and take a closer look at the details to see if there was anything that needed editing.
Happiness filled Peter's chest as he closed the camera and hung it over his neck once more.
When he got home, the first thing that Peter did other than greeting aunt May was to upload his pictures he had taken onto his computer.
As he waited for the photos of the day to download onto his laptop, Peter spun in his chair in excitement.
After what felt like an eternity to a man almost bursting with anticipation, the photos were ready. Peter immediately clicked on the most recent one, the one he took of the sky just then.
Zooming in on the picture, Peter didn't see anything that needed tweaks at first. However, as he moved the zoom to different parts of the photo, he realized that there was a person on the roof of the building.
Applying more zoom, Peter could see that the person had long dark hair to their shoulders, a metal arm with with a red star on his left side, and… a sniper rifle?
Holy shit!
Did Peter just someone take a picture of THE Winter Soldier on a rooftop sniping? Peter had met the guy a few times at Avengers Tower, when Mr. Stark had shown him around. He sure wasn't chatty.
Now he didn't know whether to delete or keep the photo. It was a beautiful picture, not the best he had taken but still high up in the ranks. With a few tweaks to the exposure, it could possibly rival the beauty of the Mona Lisa.
Peter didn't want to delete it. And it wasn't like the Winter Soldier noticed him taking a picture from miles away anyway right?
Bucky Barnes was on a mission.
He lay on the rooftop of a residential building with his sniper rifle ready. His mission was to take down a man who had killed dozens of innocent women in his basement. Easy.
He looked though the eyepiece at the man, who was currently in a crappy disguise of sunglasses and a baseball cap trying to get somewhere. It didn't matter where he was going, because he would be dead soon.
After Hydra had injected him with a super soldier serum attempt, he had his senses dialed up. His eyesight was as sharp as a hawk's and his hearing could pick up a sound from a mile away. This was tremendously helpful but also overstimulating at the same time. For a whole month after his dosages, his new senses were so overwhelming he could do nothing but squeeze his eyes shut and cover his ears in an attempt to block some of it out.
Time and practice being adjusted in new environments had made it easier. He learned how to tune things out when he needed to and how to dial his senses back up too.
The man he had his eye on stopped, and looked around nervously. He probably needed to meet with someone else.
Suddenly, Bucky heard the flash and snap of a camera in his direction in his peripheral. He whipped his head around, trying to locate if the camera was a threat or not.
He pinpointed the sound and the flash from a kid on the street. He had short wavy brown hair and a Midtown Tech t-shirt. Just a normal high schooler who probably thought the horizon was beautiful.
When Bucky turned back to his rifle eyepiece, the man he was supposed to monitor and take down was gone. He scanned the nearby area, as he couldn't have gone far. But he had disappeared into thin air, no sign of him anywhere.
Mission failed, all because a kid had taken a picture of the horizon and he had thought it was a threat.
What a crappy day for Bucky Barnes.