A/N Hey! I know it's been... forever, and I promise I haven't forgotten my other stories, but this one just had to get out one way or another, so... I'll post this one and I promise to give you the next chapters for the others by the end of January.
I don't own the Marvel universe in any way, shape or form. This story is probably going to get a bit... strange. If Insest bothers you, it's probably best if you don't read this one. w
Bucky Barnes walked down the street and twisted alley ways ahead, following the poorly drawn map that Thor had given him. Thor had said something about Steve wanting to see him, so he promised to be there. He knew the general area of where the building was... Stark Tower (now Avengers' tower) stuck up in the Manhattan Skyline like a giant middle finger. Still, he wasn't quite sure how to get to it, so for now, he followed the map. Despite Thor's scribbles, he comes into view of the Tower after only twenty minutes of struggle.
Tired of following the scribbles, Bucky stuffs the piece of paper into his back pocket and cuts into an alleyway, assuming that it's a short cut. Not paying attention to where he was walking, Bucky continues on, mumbling about how important this had better be for this much effort until he kicked something; something that cried out in pain. He stopped and pulled apart the pile of newspaper that seemed to be a staple in New York Alley decor (right next to the overflowing dumpster) and, to his shock, found a boy. He couldn't have been more than 19 years old, but he was scarred, wearing tattered, filthy clothing. He was shaking, staring up at Bucky with eyes that seemed too big to be his. This boy had obviously been beaten and he was probably starving.
Trying to be a good soul and make up for the man he'd been forced to be, Bucky decided to take the poor boy with him. "What's your name, Kid?" he asks softly.
"Adolfo. . .Adolfo Wolfe," the boy replied with a voice too soft and sweet to survive on the streets.
"Wolfe?" Now Bucky was really confused. "Like... Anton Wolfe? The guy who designs Tony Stark's dress suits?"
"Yessir." The boy gave a short nod as they walked, "He's mein Vater."
"Y-your father?" Bucky raised an eyebrow. The boy nodded again and they continued the rest of their journy in silence. Bucky didn't think it would be right to bombard the kid with questions until he was clean and fed.
The door opened automatically. Even after all this time, Bucky still wasn't quite used to that. He cautiously walked through watching the doors as if he were afraid they'd close too soon. He wasn't really worried for himself -he'd been hit by a truck and walked it off. A door would be no problem, but this kid looked fragile.
"Buck-man~! came the cheery voice of the billionare genius, "You made it!" he gave a laugh and came down the stairs to greet them. His tone had become more serious. "You're not mad at me, are you?"
"No, Tony... I'm not. I understand," he says, offering his right hand to Tony, holding the kid to his side with his metallic arm.
Tony shakes his hand hartily, happy to put the entire mess behind them... as long as no one brought it up again. "Who's the little guy?" he wondered aloud.
"He says he knows you," Bucky began, then caught himself, "Or rather, he says his dad does. Kid claims his name is Wolfe." He steps aside so Tony can get a better look at the boy.
Stark bent to look the kid over and his eyes widen, "It's been a while."
"Guten Morgen, Herr Stark. It's good to finally meet you," Adolfo smiled. Though he looked like a street rat, his smile and words told anyone who knew better that he came from high society. "I'd shake your hand, Sir, but I'm afraid I'm filthy."
Stark extends his hand anyway, giving his usual charming grin, "Nonsense! I insist! Then you can go and wash up."
Adolfo beams with pride as he shakes Tony's hand, "Thank you, Herr Stark. What they say about you is wrong."
"They say a lot of things about me, most of which are false... but not all of them," Tony lets go of the kid's hand and points down the hall, "The bathroom is down this hall to the right"
"What do they say about him?" Bucky asks offhandedly. Curiousity had gotten the best of him. He'd been in cryo so long, he'd gone without hearing most of the rumors that followed the name of Stark.
"Most people are of the opinion that Herr Stark is rude, pompous, arrogant, greedy-"
Bucky covered his mouth, "Okay. Okay. I got the picture. Go get clean," he says, nudging the kid toward the hallway.
Adolfo stops and looks back at them, speaking softly as if he were afraid to express his concerns, "B-but, I don't have any clothes..."
"I'll order some. They should be here by the time you get out of the shower. You okay with Armani?" Tony asked, as if the price tag were nothing.
"O-oh, please.. I don't want to be a bother-" the boy held up his hands.
"It's no trouble, kid. What size are you? About a medium?"
"W-well, yes, actually," Adolfo was shocked that Tony could tell just by looking at him.
"And how about you Buck-man? You want a new suit?" Tony's attention turned to the soldier who was still standing awkwardly in the doorway.
Bucky went wide eyed, raised his hands in defence and took a step back, "Oh, no. No, no, no... I don't do suits. No."
"Ah, C'mon... large? Broad shoulders? Extra wide sleeves? I think you'd look great!"
Blush overtook Bucky like a thick red blanket. He kept waving his hands as if to push the thought from Tony's mind, insisting on sticking with the answer he'd already given, "N-no, really.. I don't wear suits. Thank you, but no."
"Imma do it anyway. I'm thinking maybe black with deep red accents. Hey! I can get one for Mr. Righteous too! Gonna have to be big, though... he is not a small man," Tony said with a chuckle.
"Mr. Righteous You wouldn't be talking about me, would you, Tony?" Steve Rogers asks with a grin from his perch on the balcony. Adolfo decided to go off to take a shower, using Cap's arrival as a distraction. As he walked, he giggled at something only he seemed to have noticed.
Stark looked over his shoulder, shocked to hear Steve's voice. He had been under the impression that he and Thor would be gone for another hour, "Stere! I didn't see you there! But. . . Yeah. I was talking about you. D'you want a suit too? While I'm offering? It's a good deal! C'mon! Have some fun."
"Sure!" Steve agreed enthusiastically, "We can step out on the town in style! We've got a good reason to go out and celebrate! Bucky's gonna be an Avenger now!" his grin widened.
Bucky, however, did not look as pleased. He grew pale as he looked up at his childhood friend, "I'm a who what now?"
"Awesome! Three suits it is!" As if he were ordering a pizza, Tony pulled out his phone, made the call and started giving measurements for Adolfo, Bucky, and Steve.
"H-hey, wait a minute! What's going on? I don't remember this being part of the equation and I didn't agree to be an Avenger... or the suit thing," Bucky says, completely overwhelmed.
Steve gives him a reassuring smile, "We've all discussed it. We think it would be the best option for you," he said as if it were that simple. Bucky knew nothing were ever that simple, even if he did want to join up and save people, he still had those stupid code words to look out for. "You don't want to be in cryo for the rest of my life, do ya, Buck?" Steve asked, looking like a golden retriever who'd just been struck.
Bucky had always hated his ability to do that. "N-no, I don't."
"Oh, good! I knew you'd come around. This we can keep an eye on you."