Bucky gaped a little as he exited the Wakanda aircraft. Who knew Steve's rich friend was rich.

"No offense, your highness, but I think I'm gonna like it here a little better."

T'Challa smirked. "I can understand. Being home is far more comfortable amongst family."

Family. Did he really deserve such a thing? Growing up, he always wanted to marry and have tons of kids...

Then, well, everything happened, and here he was, becoming roommates with a bunch of superheroes.

"You sure I'll be ok?" Bucky asked for the millionth time.

"I trust my sister more than anyone, and she has assured us that everything will be fine. The Winter Soldier is no more."

Bucky's stomach lurched uncomfortably at that name, that reputation, and vowed to start over. Definitely not as an Avenger, but just as Bucky.

They shook hands, and T'Challa was surprised but glad to be pulled into a hug.

"Thank-you." Bucky whispered.

"Of course, my friend. And thank-you." T'Challa also had to learn a hard lesson, and throughout Bucky's recovery, he took every chance he could to be a part of it. They talked a lot about his father, and Bucky pushed through the regret and anger with himself. T'Challa forgave him.

And maybe one day, he could forgive himself.

"Hey Buck!" Steve called out.

"There's trouble." Bucky grinned.

"How are you?" Steve tried to remain casual, but the question was heavy.

"So much better...I think I'm ok..."

"I'm so glad..." Steve led the way inside, as Bucky let out a low whistle of awe. "Now, you're room is upstairs this way, and you remember that kid from Queens? Well..."

"IS MY ROOMMATE HERE?!" A high-pitch squelch made Bucky jump. "Hi! I'm Peter! I'm the one who thought your arm was so cool, and OH MY GOSH! SWEET UPGRADE! IS THAT VIBRANIUM?"

"Calm down, Peter. Give him some space."

Bucky did a double take. "How old are you?"

"I'll be sixteen in a couple weeks! Then Dad promised I could go driving! Finally..."

"I almost killed this kid." Bucky told Steve. "I thought I was just on adrenaline in Germany, going crazy, but nope...my suspicions were correct...Steve! I'm a monster!"

"Nah man, no hard feelings!" Peter continued to stare at the metal arm, making Bucky self-conscious. "Can I shake your hand?"

"It's my left arm..."

"Ok, is your laundry done yet? Cause, we've got a long line, and I want it done today..." Steve lectured.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Pops, enough with the scheduling..."

"Oh, trust me kid, he's always been like this." Bucky winked, and Steve realized that these two were definitely teaming up against him, and he was not sure he was ready for such a battle.

Peter looked between the two super soldiers. "Makes sense."

"Hey." Steve changed the subject. "Why don't you show Bucky to his room?"

"Oh yeah! Absolutely! Hey, guess what? We're neighbors! You're right across the hall from me!"

Peter kept chattering, and Bucky turned to Steve. "Does he have an off-switch?"

"Still searching." Steve shook his head.

Bruce sipped his lemonade, trying to enjoy some peace and quiet. But his mind kept fighting with the Other Guy.

Hulk? You there, buddy?

The faintest growl could be felt in the base of his skull.

Come on, I know this Thanos is intimidating, but we gotta sort this out. Yesterday Peter literally threw me into the pool without warning, and nothing? I didn't even get a headache.

"Mind if I join you?" Tony pushed his sunglasses up his nose and sat down in the lawn chair opposite of Bruce.

The scientist shifted, so he could sit up straighter. "Go ahead...sorry, been in my head a lot lately."

"Still won't come out to play?"

"Nope, I can't even talk to him, he won't answer me...Tony...this Thanos guy, he's really, really bad news."

He killed Thor and silenced our biggest gun...no shit.

"I know...say, why don't you come down into the lab with me? I need some help with this nanotech I've been playing with...besides, Veronica misses you."

"She needs a lot more help, that's for sure." Bruce rubbed his temples. "Did the vibranium come in yet?"

"Supposed to be early next week." Tony grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "I might have doubled our order, so that's why it's taking so long."

"Tony...we don't have time for this."

"It's not fair you get all the cool toys!"

"...did you just hear yourself?"

"You know what I mean. How cool would it be to be...Vibranium Man. God, no, that sounds stupid."

"Stick with what you know. Nanotech, huh?"

"Yeah, been working on it for a while, long before the calvary showed back up, not that you would know, being out here sulking all the live long day."

Bruce appreciated his friend for trying to include him. Especially after...

"I'm sorry I left..."

"We missed you...kinda needed you."

"I didn't want to stomp on everyone in Germany."

"No, we needed you, Bruce."

"Thanks, Tony."

"Now, come on, I'm bored from sitting too long. Let's go."

"You just got here, and it's a beautiful day."

"Seriously, we both have gorgeous tan skin already, I don't want to damage it." Tony walked off, Bruce eventually following behind after he gulped down the rest of his lemonade.