Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers, only my OC.

Author's Note: Here is some information that I believe is important for you to know before you read: 1) Coulson is alive (do to some Super Spy techniques that Nick Fury refuses to share with me). 2) This is not Civil War or Infinity War complacent. 3) At times I will be showing Steve Rodgers in an unfavorable light, though not always. 4) In this story the Winter Soldier does not like to be called Bucky, so he will be referred to as James, Barnes, Sergeant Barnes, or any nicknames Tony comes up with. 5) There will be no OC romance. That's all I think you need to know, please enjoy the story.

Tony was in his lab working on a new model for the Stark Phone when Jarvis paused the current AC/DC song that was blasting over the speakers.

Tony looked up at the ceiling with annoyance on his face, "Hey! J you know that's my favorite part!"

"I'm sorry to interrupt sir," The British voice rang. "but Sergeant Barnes is requesting entry."

A confused look came on Tony's face. "What does Frosty the Soldier want?"

There was a brief pause before Jarvis responded. "He would not say Sir. Just that it is rather important."

"Hmm. Ok, let him in." Tony finished the last details on the phone model.

As Barnes walked in Tony noticed that he seemed to be nervous. He turned his chair so that he could face him. "So, what can I do for you Snowflake?"

Barnes ignored the nickname as he strolled in. "I need a favor from you." He stated.

Seeing how serious he was, Tony cut with the jokes. "What is it?"

"I want to know if you can find me a handler."

Tony's eyes widened with surprise. "Ok, I'll have to admit that was not what I was expecting." He gave a sigh and gestured to one of the chairs. "Have a sit Winter Wonder and tell me what the heck is going through your mind."

James sat down with heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not stupid, nor am I in denial like Steve." He begins, his accent a strange mixture of Russian and Brooklyn. "I know I'm not the same person I was seventy years ago. Hence the reason why I don't want to be called Bucky. I can't have a future if I am stuck in the past." He stated bluntly.

"That is true." Tony conceded. "But what does that have to do with getting a handler?"

James nervously twitched, he started to fiddle with his hands while he whispered his response.

A puzzled look over came Tony's face, "Can you repeat that please?" Tony asked while simultaneously noting the hint of a blush on the soldier's face.

"Well… it's just that both Romanova and Barton have Coulson as a handler to keep them in check," He starts hesitantly, "and I just feel better with the start of having someone around to keep me in check." He grabbed the sides of his head and looked down, growling in frustration, "I'm not making much sense, am I?" He asked hopelessly.

Tony took a moment to look at him before responding. "Honestly… no." He says bluntly. "But…" He walked toward James.

James looked up from the floor when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he saw Tony giving him a soft smile.

"…. It doesn't have to make sense to me, as long as it makes sense to you, we're good." Tony went back to his chair, "Though I do have a question, why me? Why not Fury? Or the good old Captain?"

James stared straight in Tony's eyes to show how serious he was, "Because I trust you more." He answered frankly.

Tony startled in surprise at that reveal.

Barnes continued, "I don't trust Shield not to use anything they learned against me or try to force me into working for them. And Stevie," He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, "Stevie is in denial, if I spoke to him about this he'll try to talk me out of it. Probably something along the lines of 'you're fine Bucky, you'll be back to yourself in no time'" James finishes sarcastically. "And that's not how it works, there's no changing what I am." After he was done, each was left in silence to their own thoughts.

"Ok, if you feel like this is what you need then I'll do it." Tony's voice breaks the silence.

James startles and stares at Tony with silent hope in his eyes. "Really?"

"Yep, really." Tony jumps from his seat in excitement. With a wide grin he beamed at James, "And I know just the person. I just need to make a call."

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Forgive any OOCness, I'm trying to get a feel for the characters.