Well hello everyone! Welcome to my new fic! I'm really excited about this one. Get ready for tears and laughs and a healthy dose of ignoring cannon. As always read my chapter notes for warnings before each chapter if there are any. I hope you enjoy it! -Shadows


Six months. It took six months for the so called Rogue Avengers to sign the newest version of the Sakovia Accords and to get pardoned. The whole time, Bucky felt horrible over what had happened. He hated that he had hurt people. He hated that he didn't have all the information before he got into fights. And he hated being stuck in Wakanda with some of the Rogues.

When the fight had ended Bucky had asked King T'Challa to put him on ice until they could find a way to remove the trigger words. Steve had protested against it, but in the end, followed through with Bucky's wishes.

He had only stayed frozen for a month.

Apparently, Tony Stark, the man who's mother he had killed, had given Princess Shuri some tech he called B.A.R.F. that was supposed to help remove the triggers. It worked amazingly and after a month, Bucky was trigger free and slowly getting his life back. Bucky felt eternally grateful to Stark. He didn't have to help him, but he did.

What drove Bucky crazy was how a few of the Rogues reacted to the news that Stark had supplied the tech that cured Bucky. Barton and Maximoff went on a whole rant about how horrible Stark was and how he deserved to die. The others just stayed silent the whole time and it made Bucky feel stupidly uncomfortable.

So, Bucky mostly kept to himself while in Wakanda. He would wander the fields and help tend to the goats. Maybe he was a farmer in a past life because he was surprisingly good as it. Steve would come by every day and talk to him. He mostly tried to talk to him about their old life growing up. Bucky remembered bits and pieces of it and would engage in conversation a bit, but he mostly wanted to be left alone to figure things out.

Three months after he had been unfrozen, T'Challa approached Bucky with a formidable stack of papers.

"Mr. Barnes. If you have some time, I would like to go over a few things with you." Bucky just nodded and followed the king into the palace and into a cozy little conference room.

"These are the revised version of the accords. If you could give them a read through I'll be happy to answer any questions you have."

Bucky was more than happy to read them. He had heard the Rogues bitching about them and he was more than eager to form his own opinion on the matter. Turns out that most of them hadn't even read the fucking thing the first time around. Bucky was surrounded by idiots.

By the end Bucky had signed the documents with a smile before he went back to his room for the night. Bucky didn't envy T'Challa. He had the almost impossible job of getting the rest of the Rogue Avengers to sign the revised accords.

By some miracle T'Challa was able to get the others to sign the accords and a month later they had been granted probational pardons to return to the compound. They would have to stay on house arrest there for a couple of months, but at least they were returning. Everyone was happy about that, but Bucky felt conflicted. He didn't have a home at the compound like the others. He was happy just working with the goats. But he didn't have much of a choice. Wakanda was not his home and T'Challa had every right to send him back to the states.

So, bright and early one crisp fall morning, Bucky and the Rogues returned back to the Avengers Compound. The flight itself was filled with a mixture of jovial excitement and muffled complaints. Bucky mostly tunes it out. He talked to Steve for a bit about what the compound was like, but that was about it.

So, the flight was ok. Nothing too bad happened. Bucky didn't like being stuck in close quarters with the annoying bird that was Sam Wilson, but it was nothing compared the angry shouting and murderous sneers that happened when they actually arrived at the compound.

As the Rogue Avengers got off the jet they arrived in they were greeted by Hope Van Dyne and Colonel James Rhodes. Rhodey was sporting some pretty sweet leg braces that allowed him walk after he was paralyzed in the fall he took during the airport fight.

"Welcome back everyone. I'm sure you all read the welcome packets T'Challa gave to you." Stated Rhodey as everyone gathered around just outside the doors to the common room.

"Where's Stark? Shouldn't he be the one out here doing this?" asked Steve with an air of disapproval. There was a smattering of angry murmurs from some of the others and Bucky felt uncomfortable.

"Tony just got out of the hospital. He's not in a position to be walking around." Spoke Rhodey.

Tony had been in the hospital? That was news to the others. Although, none of them seemed to care. Bucky did, and he was terrified that he was part of the reason he'd been put there to begin with. He knew he had to make it up to Tony. He just knew it.

"Where's Vision?" asked Maximoff as Rhodey began to lead them inside.

"He's just inside. He wanted a get a few snacks ready for you guys once you arrived. Despite being an android he's not the best at time management." Answered Hope as she took the front of the group.

True to Hope's word, Vision was just inside in the living room with a platter of snacks. When he greeted the Rogues he was cordial at best. Wanda tried to strike up a conversation, but Vision seemed a little bit uncomfortable around her. Well, she did send him through several floors of the compound when she broke out of the one place keeping her safe. So, with a small clipboard in hand, Rhodey motioned for everyone to take a seat in the seats provided. Just as Bucky was about to sit down, they were interrupted by a voice in the doorway.

"I guys. Seems you made it back here in one piece." Came a very raspy and broken voice.

Everyone turned to look at the source. Standing there in the doorway was one Tony Stark. He looked like he'd fought a loosing battle. His cheeks were sallow, he looked like he hadn't slept in a month, he had a nasal cannula attached to a fucking oxygen tank, and his sweatpants and sweater looked three sizes too big on him. Bucky's heart lurched at the sight.

"TONY! What are you doing up?" reprimanded Rhodey as he stood up to get to Tony's side.

"I had a funny feeling that if I didn't show up that these guys here would get mad and then try to break into my room to get answers. This way was just easier." Coughed Tony. Rhodey did his best to support his friend but with his leg braces being so new, he couldn't hold all of Tony's weight. That was when Bucky stood up to help the struggling genius to the couch. Bucky was struck by how light he felt and it made him feel even more horrible. Nobody should look for feel as horrible as Tony did.

Once they got Tony seated, Tony gave Bucky a small "Thank You" as he grabbed a blanket and curled up in the decorative pillows that had obviously been picked out by Pepper years ago.

"What the hell happened to you Stark?" asked Steve in what to Bucky felt like fake concern.

"Open heart surgery and replacement sternum. I don't really recommend it."

"Enough chit chat. We still have a few things to go over before we show you to your rooms. They are as you left them and we had a couple made up for Mr. Barnes and Mr. Lang. They're sort of the bare minimum because nobody here was really sure what you wanted. You can add things as you see fit." Began Rhodey as he and hope jumped back into explaining how things would work at the compound with the Rogues return.

Bucky tried his best to listen as attentively as possible. Some of the rules were important, such as the areas that were off limits. The biggest one, that somehow made a few of the others angry, was that they were not allowed in Stark's lab without express permission from Tony Stark himself. Bucky didn't understand their anger. The place was probably filled with things they didn't understand and it was a safety risk. Sure, Bucky had heard about Ultron, but something didn't seem right when everyone blamed Tony for that. Tony was the preverbal king of AI and HYDRA had had their eyes on him for that years ago. Something else must have been at play for something to go as horribly wrong as it had.

Speaking of Tony. Bucky could see how uncomfortable he looked sitting in the room with the rest of the Rogues. He was defiantly forcing himself to be there. Although, Bucky couldn't really blame him for his reaction. He was surrounded by people who hurt and betrayed him. Hell, even Bucky felt uncomfortable around some of the Rogues. Mainly that little HYDRA witch. She had volunteered for the experiments and knew exactly who she had been working for in the attempt to get revenge on the man who killed her parents. Plus, she was mad at the wrong man. Sure, Stark had mad the bomb, but he wasn't the one to sell the bomb to the black market, (that was Obadiah Stane) nor was he the one to actually fire it. He anger was misplaced.

After about half an hour of talking, Rhodey got up to go to the bathroom while Hope went to refill her drink, leaving Tony alone with the Rogue Avengers. The air was filled with a mix of hatred and discomfort. It was a moment before anyone had any inclination to speak up.

"Stark, you need to build Bucky a new arm. You broke his old one and he needs a new one now." Demanded Steve as he stared down Tony. Bucky was about to interject, but Tony beat him to it.

"I can't right now Cap. I'm barred from the lab for another month." Explained Tony, his breath wheezing a bit.

"I don't care. He needs a new arm and you're going to make him one."

"Cap, I just said I can't. If I try to work in the lab like this I'll get hurt or someone else will." Argued Tony, who was starting to look even more worse for wear if that was even possible.

"Again, I don't care. There's work to do and you need to pull your own weight. Stop making excuses Stark."

As Steve continued to yell Tony's face fell. He looked resigned to his fate. There was no fight left in him. It made Bucky's heart break. Tony had really done nothing wrong. Bucky was even thankful that Tony blasted off the old arm. He didn't want anything made by HYDRA. But here was Steve, trying to force a sick man to work. It was disgusting.

And that was the exact second Bucky realized that there was something horribly wrong with Tony Stark. And Bucky just knew that he had to protect him.

"Steve, he's still sick. If I was sick like that would you have me working. No! Leave him be." Interrupted Bucky before Steve could keep arguing with Tony.

Tony's eyes widened as Bucky spoke. He really wasn't expecting anyone, especially not Bucky, to jump to his defence. Nobody really did that before. Rhodey would sometimes, but he wasn't always around to help when Tony actually needed it.

From there, Tony didn't even hesitate to get up and try to get to his lab. He struggled to get up but nobody seemed to want to help him. So, Bucky took it upon himself to do so. With a look at distain thrown back at the others, Bucky slowly helped Tony down the hall and towards the elevators.

"FRIDAY… lab please." Commanded Tony. Bucky glared at him before finding his voice and speaking up.

"You're dead on your feet. You're going to bed. The arm can wait. Hell I don't even need a new arm. You actually did me a favour when you destroyed the HYDRA arm. I didn't want that hunk of metal anymore. I'm glad it's gone." Tony looked on incredulously but Bucky continued.

"You're going to bed and you're going to rest. That's final. No arguments. I have loads of experience getting stubborn sick people to get to bed and rest. I'll have you know that I'm persistent. So… let's get you to bed."

Tony just ended up nodding and allowed Bucky to lead him to his room. Bucky got the genius to bed and the second his head hit the pillow, Tony was out like a light. His breathing was still raspy, but the sleep would do him some good.

As Bucky left Tony's room and began the journey back down the hall, he ran into one James Rhodes who looked more than worried.

"I heard what Rogers wanted. Please tell me you didn't let Tony go down to his lab?" Asked Rhodey.

"He's in his bed." Responded Bucky and Rhodey let out a sigh of relief.

"I guess I should thank you for helping him. He shouldn't even be up in the first place. The new arc reactor needs time to settle in his chest before he can start really moving again." Explained Rhodey as the two walked back towards the group.

The rest of the afternoon was spent going over the rest of the rules set by the UN for the team. Luckily, those didn't take too long. By about 3 o'clock everyone was free to go to their rooms. Steve offered to help Bucky get comfortable, but Bucky told him to go. He was an adult, he could get his room to his liking on his own.

The room Bucky was given really was just the bare bones. There was a bed and some linins, a dresser, side table, and closet full of clothes in Bucky's size. The attached bathroom had a shower and a few necessities such as a toothbrush and shampoo. Nothing was over the top. In a way, it made Bucky feel more at home. He like things to be simple.

The whole time Bucky was getting settled, his mind kept wandering back to Tony. He didn't like the fact that the man seemed scared and uncomfortable in his own home. It just didn't sit well with him. It also made Bucky feel angry. He was angry at the world over everything that had happened. He was angry at Steve for lying to someone who should have been his friend, and he was angry at himself for not doing more to stop what had happening.

Bucky wanted to do more. He wanted to help make things better. And his first order of business; help Tony Stark heal.