After months of searching for Bucky, Steve and sam had finally found him, and he had agreed to stay at avengers tower with the others. It had been a long process. He had to be cleared by Nick Fury, and he had been unsure of living with the Avengers. Bucky didn't want to disrupt what ever they had going. Steve said he wouldn't, but Bucky knew eventually something would happen because of him. He only agreed because Steve wanted him.
He missed Steve. He had wanted for so long to find him, but he didn't want to create anymore trouble for his friend than he already had. There had been so many long nights, days, weeks, where he was homesick. Homesick for Brooklyn, homesick for the 40's, homesick for his best friend. But Steve hunted him down, and convicted him that everything would be okay. He introduced him to his friend Sam. Bucky liked him; he noticed how Sam cared for Steve, and he appreciated it.

They arrived at Stark tower, and Steve immediately led him to a room on one of the upper floors.

"Well, this is our room. That's your bed. You can put your stuff over here and we can put it away later. Or now if you wan't." Steve said.

"I can go ahead and put my stuff away. There's not a whole lot." Bucky said as he sat his backpack down on the full sized bed by the window and began to take his few belongings out, and sat them on the bed.

"Need any help?"

"No. Um, where do you want me to put my clothes?"

"Oh! Right. Thats you're dresser and we can share the closest."

"Okay." Steve sat down on his bed while Bucky put away two shirts, a pair of pants, a pair of underwear, a few hair ties, and a Glock G43.

"Here you may wanna keep this. For now." He handed Steve the gun.

Steve looked down at the gun. He knew Bucky was still… He didn't know the word for it, but he knew Bucky didn't trust himself. Steve wanted Bucky to know that he trusted him, even if he didn't trust himself. He suggested they put the gun in the closet with the shield.

"Are you sure Tony, It is Tony right? He wont care if I have it?" Bucky asked, after Steve proposed this.

"Well, Natasha keeps hers, Clint has a bow, and Sam has guns. I don't think it'll be a problem. Just don't be like 'Hey, Tony, I have a gun in my closet, I hope you don't mind!'"

Bucky snickered at Steve's dramatic impersonation of him. Then his expression dropped a bit. "But, I'm not… You know…"

Steve walked over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're fine. Now lets go eat dinner. When was the last time you had a real meal? All I saw in your little apartment was candy bars and chips."

"I had real food." Bucky said, defensively, yet playfully.

"Sure." Everything took a little getting used to. Things where different know. Bucky was different, Steve was different, but they where still the same persons. They were learning to fall back into old groves, and having to adjust to each others new differences.

They walked down to the common area, where most of the others where, and walked over to Tony. Steve tried to introduce them, but Tony interrupted him. Steve prayed it wouldn't end badly. He knew Tony was on the fence about the whole Bucky situation.

"Hey, I'm Tony, and this is my house."

"Hi." Bucky said. They shook hands.

"From what the Captain said I thought you would be older, like, I though you said he was sorta 16?" Tony said, looking over to Steve while saying the last part.

"I am Sixteenish." Bucky said. The gaps in years where weird, but they had just decided he was sixteen. It was just before his sixteenth birthday that Hydra had taken him.

"Oh, just not hit your growth spurt yet, huh. I can't believe that you are HYDRA's deadliest assassin."

"Excuse me?" Bucky wasn't exactly small. Tony was 5'8", and Bucky was just under one inch shorter. Bucky was slightly broader, and more muscular than Tony, but he had to admit that next to Steve he did look on the small side.

"Tony, stop-" Steve started. Bucky didn't let him finish.

"I'm not that short."

"Not just the hight I'm talking about. You've still got a little bit of a baby face."

Bucky new that Tony was just trying to get at him now. Ignoring Bucky's hight, he could and had passed for eighteen. Bucky stared at Tony for a second, while Steve stared at Bucky.

"I- I'm gonna go back upstairs."

"Why would you say that?" Steve was nearly yelling at Tony.

"What? It's true. He looks like, twelve. I thought he would be more like you, since he has the serum and he's an assassin."

"He doesn't look twelve, and you didn't need to tell him that even if he did! You should have at least tried to get off on a good foot with him. He needs to feel comfortable." Steve argued.

"It's not my fault he's sensitive, Steve." Tony said.

"He's not sensitive. He only left because he didn't want to start a fight his first day here."

"It was kinda rude, Tony. You could have at least shown him around before you ticked him off." Natasha walked over to the two. "And yes I was listening to the whole thing."

"Look, Tony, he's trying his hardest. Do you know what it took him to even consider coming here? I barely got him to come." Steve said.

"I know you have cold feet about this, Tony, but he's no more dangerous or unforgivable than I am. You need to give him a chance." Natasha said.

"Alright. I'll give him a chance." Tony said.

Bucky walked back to his room and lied down across the middle of his bed and stared at the ceiling. If this was how Tony was all the time, he wasn't sure if he would be able to stay here. It was Tony's house after all. But he would try his hardest for Steve. Though, there was only so much he could take.

Bucky had noticed the red headed girl on his way out. She looked about his age, and for some reason she seemed familiar. He brushed it off. He had probably just seen her in a file some where, or in the papers, since she was probably one of the avengers that stayed here.

He heard someone walking towards the room, and he could tell from the sounds of the footsteps it was Steve.

"Hey, Buck?" Steve called, as he opened the door, and walked over to Bucky's bed. He played down next to him.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry about that. He has a little bit of a big mouth. He'll warm up to you soon, though."

"It's fine. I just didn't want to argue with anyone" Bucky answered, never moving from his position on the bed or turning his attention from the ceiling. "So… What do you usually do around here?" Bucky asked.

"Well, there's a pool, training room, and some other things. When we aren't doing mission we spend a lot of time in the common area, thats where we where just at, and the ones that aren't out of high school or have a GED do online classes. I got my GED, and I'm taking some college classes. Sometimes we walk around town and stuff, too."

"School. You do school and work out. Thats all you do. I know it is, it's so like you."

"There's nothing wrong with liking to learn. You're going to have to do it to. Part of the whole avengers set up is that we have to either have graduated high school, get your GED, or be enrolled in a high school."

"Why did I come with you again?" Bucky asked. He didn't like school. He liked learning, but he hated the overwhelming commitment to big books, full of meaningless information. He hated test, and quizzes, and having to know things that weren't important that he would just forget later on in the year. He already knew he would just study, and when summer was over he would get his GED, and be done with it all. There didn't seem to be any reason for him to go to college. He seemed doomed to a life of fighting. He knew Steve was, too. College and a normal job and life where wishful thinking for them, even at there "age".

"Because you love me." Steve answered grinning.

"Sure. Where's Sam? Does he stay here?"

"Yeah, he stays here. I honestly don't know where he is, though. I haven't talked to him since I text him this morning. You know, you two seem to get along pretty well. I think you'll like Natasha, too. She really reminds me of you." Steve sad.

"Was that the red head?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, did you meet her?"

"Yeah… I mean no. I- uh, I saw her. I think I know her from somewhere."

Steve gave him a questioning look. "Where?"

Bucky could't give him an answer.

"Well do you want to go meet everyone else? Or do you want to continue sulking about your baby face."

"Please stop."

Steve laughed. "Come on."