"Bucky?" Steve asked slowly, as he walked into the room. All he could see was a brunette man, with what appeared to be a mechanical arm, sitting facing the opposite wall. The brunette turned around, and a huge smile appeared upon his face.

Bucky stood up, and practically ran over to Steve. He wrapped Steve in his arms tightly, and all the blonde could do was laugh. "It's really you, huh?"

The brunette pulled away, a clear smile in his eyes. "I could say the same for you, Steve. I heard I wasn't the only one who got frozen."

Steve winced. "You…were frozen?"

"Well…apparently, I was frozen twice. Once was for the fact of preserving my life…and, the second was to get out of what appeared to be a nasty brainwash. S.H.I.E.L.D. has really been looking after me…for a while now." Bucky ended with a slight smile to Fury.

Steve, however, moved to glare at Fury. "You've known he's been alive for that long and you couldn't be bothered to let me know? You sick bastard!"

Bucky laughed, and put his hand on Steve's shoulder. "I don't think you would've taken kindly to me as an assassin or frozen…so, you should thank the man for sparing you having to watch me that way."

Steve groaned, and nodded to Fury in obedience. "Can he be released?"

Fury cleared his throat. "He could be dangerous. We shouldn't…"

Bucky whined. "I can't even go get a beer with Steve and his new friends? Maybe I could even join your little squad. What is it…the Revengers?"

Steve laughed. "The Avengers, is actually what we are called. And, that is decided by Fury and…well, Tony."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Who's this Tony character? And, why do you practically perk up like a puppy when you hear his name? How much have I missed, soldier?"

Fury then even laughed. "I guess you are fine. If not, Steve will be accompanying you…and he surely can be trusted. Have a fun night out boys. And, be sure to get caught up on everything. We'll discuss the idea of putting you on the team later."

Bucky smiled brightly. "Thank you kindly, sir."

With that, he whisked Steve out the door.

*Meanwhile, downtown with Tony and Peter*

Tony is flying, in what seems like the directions that have been programmed for him to follow. Yet, the only thing weird he's seen is some massive black bird flying from building to building.

Tony groaned at his stupidity. That had to be what Spiderman looked like now. All Tony could think was how the attitude and colour just didn't suit the sweet little nerdy boy.

It took a couple minutes, but Tony managed to catch up to Peter. "Hey Webby, how's it flying?"

"Leave me alone," Peter cried out, as he aimlessly continued flying from building to building.

Tony smirked, which was almost transparent through the metal suit. "Not a chance."

With that, Tony grabbed the spider-boy and flew him back down to an alley on ground-level. Tony let the helmet fall back, and Peter ripped off his face mask. "Why do you care? I am just some washed up old hero. All I can do is get people hurt, and get mocked. Why would anyone come to help me?"

Tony laughed. "You know, I think I said something very similar to Agent Coulson when he came to recruit me. I added in my more attractive flaws for emphasis, but it was all the same."

Peter scoffed. "You are Iron Man, right?"

Tony laughed. "What, did you see me on the news?"

"No. My neighbour had your comic books. They were very intricate, I suppose. Do you really drink that much?" Peter asked carefully.

Tony groaned, putting a hand to his forehead carefully. "Damn Pepper. I will need to tell her that she should be more…conspicuous and respectful with my advertising."

"Who is Pepper? Is she your wife?" Peter asked slowly.

Tony laughed heavily. "Not in a million years! I mean, she's a fantastic woman, if you're into that kind of thing. She's just not my type. If you want, I could see if she'd give you a shot. I don't think she will turn down such a young thing as you."

"I don't date anymore. I loved this girl named MJ, and she kept almost getting killed. And, she almost killed me. She tried to marry my evil best friend. And, things like that don't work out for me. In fact, nothing really does." Peter ended, choking back what emotions he could have.

Tony smiled gently. "It doesn't have to be that way. Give me a chance, and I will show you that not everything is doomsday. And, additionally, that black is just not your colour. Like, it's nasty on you."

Peter laughed. "I am in school, and have a job…"

"Bruce and I can teach you all the real stuff and your job will be as yourself. You can be a hero for a living. And, with us, no one will look down upon you anymore."

Tony grinned, seeing Peter give in with a slow nod. "There's nothing better for me out there now, anyways. So, who's taking me in?"

"In fact, you get the best of the bunch…Steve and I. We will help you with anything and everything, and take care of you, and will give you a lovely couch to crash on." Tony smiled, and Peter even cracked a small grin.

They walked from the alley, and Peter smiled more-so. "So, if Pepper isn't your type…is Steve?"

Tony winked. "You learn fast, boy. You certainly learn fast."