It takes a little work to get used to his new prosthetic, but he has the benefit of seventy years of practice, so he picks it up relatively quickly. This one does have one significant change though.

"Here, I want to test something," Tony tells him after he has successfully practiced putting on and taking off his new prosthetic a few times. He glances over and to see him standing and holding out the cloth cover for his port.

His brow furls and he reaches for it with his left hand. "What did you want to—?" He cuts off as his eyes widen and his hand closes over the silken fabric of the port cap. He knows it's silky because he can feel the texture of it between his fingers.

He lets out a sort of strangled noise and glances up at Tony, the man himself also frozen at his reaction. "Okay, so maybe that was too sudden," he starts off, worry tingeing his voice as his hands start to wave. "You remember, I said I was going to try, right? You can feel pressure in your hand, and so I wanted to see if I could improve on it, and I know it's probably not exactly like real life, but it's just basically programed nerves so—"

Bucky can't help laughing at Tony's frantic explanation, the fingers of his left hand still rhythmically kneading the soft fabric of the port cover. It's true that it isn't exactly like how his other hand would feel, and he finds the sensation of feeling things in his left hand mentally baffling but…

"This is amazing," he whispers, looking down, his right hand coming up to feel the cover too, comparing the two sensations in his mind.

In front of him, Tony relaxes and lets out a breath. "Good," he says, settling back into a more confident expression. "I mean, I thought it would work, but it's hard to test out beforehand."

Bucky puts down the cap and runs his hand over the bedspread beneath him, marveling at the feel of the fabric. Suddenly everything in the room has touch-potential, and he doubts he'll be able to keep from running his hand over things for a while. He glances up, unable to keep a grin off his face.

"So, how does it work?" he asks, and Tony grins back at him, grabbing a chair so that he can sit down and explain to him the coffee-induced lab session that had sprung up this particular bit of genius.


Once Liz is satisfied by his level of control over his new prosthetic, he is released from the hospital and left to explore the new feeling in his left hand. The rest of his arm isn't very sensitive, but he doesn't mind, because now his hand can feel things. Things like glass windows, and plastic cups, and tree bark, and his hair, and paper and snow... (Steve takes him on a walk in the park, and someone lets him pet their dog, and he's pretty sure he now knows what bliss feels like.)

Tony is immensely proud at the success of his invention, and they both spend several sessions down in the lab as he teaches him how to maintain it, and troubleshooting techniques for it.

"Hey, you're really good at this," the man comments, one time as Bucky works onehanded on the wiring of his arm (with his screwdriver, from his toolkit). "You could probably build one of these yourself someday."

Bucky grins at that. He's not so sure if he wants to make a career out of making prosthetics, but it's becoming increasingly clear to him that he enjoys the process of tinkering with robots and mechanics. "I wonder if there's a school for that," he muses out loud, thinking back to how Natasha had mentioned he could go to school if he wanted to.

In front of him, Tony lights up.


There are schools for that. Actually, there are a lot of schools for that. After putting his arm back together, he and Tony spend the afternoon going through schools and programs and different options that he could choose.

"It really depends on what program you want to go into," he explains as they scroll through various schools in the area. "If you're looking for engineering, then I have some strings at MIT I could pull. But if your looking for more mechanics and automotives, then I would suggest Lincoln Tech."

Bucky glances over the lab around him and looks back at Tony. "I think I'll leave the engineering for you," he says wryly. "I'm more comfortable with–" He waves a hand, trying to come up with the words. "I like repairing things. I like working on your cars." He pauses and frowns for a second, looking over their search feed. "But I haven't really gone to school… in a long time. I won't really know what I'm doing."

Tony scoffs and shakes his head, smiling slightly. "You won't be any different than any other first year, let me tell you." He shrugs. "Besides, you don't have to go into a specific program. I was just thinking, I'm pretty sure you can sign up for individual classes at universities and stuff. I'm sure there's a lot of information you missed while being with Hydra. It might be nice to take a few introductory classes in a bunch of stuff, just to learn."

Bucky's mouth opens and he nods slowly. He hadn't thought of that, but given the advancements he's seen around him in things like science and psychology, there is probably a lot about the world that his Hydra training hadn't taught him. "What school should I go to for that?" he wonders, and Tony immediately starts searching again.

"Well, there's a lot of factors," he starts off. "If we want colleges in New York, then we should look into cost, and facilities, oh, and probably online options…" He trails off as he focuses, and Bucky finds himself sitting back, something calm settling in his stomach as he watches Tony search. It had taken him a while to get an idea for what he wanted to do with his life, but he finds himself actually feeling excited about this now.

And the fact that Tony is helping him with this, not only makes him feel more confident, but it also feels… right, in a way. It had been Tony who had first offered to let him work on his cars and help him figure out something that he had used to like, and now, months down the road, Tony is helping him with the fruits of that gesture.

"A Liberal Arts college might be a good idea," he hears Tony mutter under his breath as he searches. "Smaller class sizes if you do on-campus classes, plus interdisciplinary requirements so you'll have more freedom with class choices…"

In the end, Tony compiles for him a list of various colleges and universities (online and otherwise) to look at, and over the next several days, Bucky finds himself working through them, debating the pros and cons with Steve (and figuring out how he will actually get admission, he's not exactly sure if his records from the 1930s are still valid. He'll figure it out though.)

He puts his quest on hold for a little bit though to go and visit Hannah and show her his arm (and he finds he doesn't feel stressed about her looking at it now, because it's his), and when he comes back, Tony calls an Avengers meeting, announcing that he needs to show them all something.

It has been a while since he'd been in the Avenger's meeting room with everyone, and he sits next to Steve at the table, wondering what Tony could want to talk to them about. He doesn't think it's anything bad – since the man seems more excited than anything else while he sets up the holo-projector at the front of the room – but the meeting doesn't seem to be about Hydra, so Bucky isn't sure what it could be about.

"Alright," Tony says, turning to them and rubbing his hands together. "So, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I've been working on something for a while, and I finally finished the basic plans, so I wanted to show you my idea."

He clicks something on the panel in front of him and the Avengers' Tower appears on the screen behind him. "Okay, so first of all," he begins. "This is our current home base." He waves his hand at it. "It's nice, but I've been thinking it could use some improvements." He glances over them. "For one thing, it's a pretty big target for anyone who wants to attack us. It's got plenty of safety features and defense systems, but it is a Stark Industries building, so a lot of my employees work in the lower levels, so they're more at risk with us up in the top here."

"Also," he continues. "There are lot of facilities that we could use that this tower simply doesn't accommodate. We could use a bigger, better space, where it's easier for us to work together in, and where we are not putting the city at risk."

Bucky finds himself nodding slightly at his arguments, and next to him, Steve shifts. "What are you suggesting?" he asks.

Tony clicks on the panel and a new hologram shows up, this time showing multiple buildings in some kind of field by a river. "So," he says. "SI actually owns some land upstate. Right now, it's just a bunch of old warehouses, but I was thinking we could turn it into a compound for us. We'd have space for a better archery range, and a landing strip and hangar for the quinjets, a better training area for Sam's jetpack and we wouldn't be so spread out on different floors, it would be easier to all get together without having to take the elevator all the time."

He shrugs and waves a hand. "We don't have to decide right away, and I know it would be a big change. But I've finished the preliminary blueprints for it, and I think it would be a good and safer option than what we have now."

There is a beat of silence before Sam speaks up. "Is there going to be a pool?"

His question sparks smiles in the rest of the group, and they fall into debating the pros and cons of moving. Bucky offers a word or two, but soon finds himself distracted by a different conversation – a completely silent one – going on between Natasha and Clint. He isn't exactly sure what they are saying to each other, but they seem to be speaking mainly through the use of eyebrows and expectant looks, and eventually, Clint lets out a huff, calling the room's attention to him.

"Sorry guys," he says ruefully. "I need to make a phone call first, before I help you decide anything."

Natasha looks smug, and the other Avengers look confused as they watch Clint duck out of the room. As one, they all look over to Natasha for some sort of explanation, but she shakes her head. "He'll explain if he wants to when he comes back," she says.

It takes about fifteen minutes before Clint returns, and by then the Avengers are not even pretending to debate the compound anymore, instead they all watch him as he comes back in, their curiosity practically visible in the air.

Clint and Natasha seem to be having another silent conversation as he sits down, and Natasha sits back, looking triumphant for reasons still unknown.

"So… you finished your phone call?" Bruce asks, and every eye turns to Clint.

Clint seems to be aware of their unspoken bafflement, and he huffs at them. "Yes I did," he starts, before trailing off and shrugging one shoulder. "Right. So. I wasn't sure when would be a good time to bring this up, but if we're going to be moving bases, then I guess the time is now."

Bucky glances over, and next to him, Steve is very carefully not-looking-lost-at-all, which basically means he has no idea what Clint is talking about, which is comforting, since nobody else but Natasha seems to know what is going on.

Clint grins at them, suddenly looking very amused at their confusion. "So," he says. "Before we did anything, I had to make sure everything was cool with my wife. She says it won't be a problem though, so we should be good."

There is a beat of silence, and then another one, as the Avengers simply stare at him. Up at the front of the room, Tony looks to be repeating Clint's sentence over and over in his head, his eyes moving as he mentally runs it backwards and forwards. Next to him, Bruce actually mouths the words as he checks over what he had just heard.

"You had to what?" Steve asks, and even he is unable to keep the note of shock out of his voice.

Clint's grin widens. "Had to call my wife," he says, leaning back in his chair and interlacing his hands behind his head. "You know, you can't make family decisions without talking things over."

"Family?" Bucky asks at the same time that Tony lets out a strangled noise.

"You're married?" he asks, his voice high with disbelief. "You have a wife?"

"And two kids," Clint shoots back, his eyes sparkling.

Tony stares at him opened mouthed, seemingly shocked into silence. On the other side of him, Sam is also silent, but he has a hand over his mouth, his shoulders shaking as his eyes glint, the man about two inches of self-control away from bursting out into laughter. Looking at him, Bucky doubts that he had known about this before now, but looking at Natasha, he is pretty sure she has.

Next to him, Steve suddenly slaps a hand on the table, his head jerking up to look at Clint, his mouth half-open. "That's where you went," he says, the words flying out of his mouth. "That's where you went for Halloween." His eyes glance between Clint and Natasha. "And that's where you both went for–"

"The mysterious Christmas plans," Bruce breathes, his eyes widening in realisation. "That's where you guys keep going off to."

"Wait, wait." Tony waves his hands sporadically, calling the attention of the room back to him. "I'm still stuck on the fact that you have a wife! And two kids!" He glances between Natasha and Clint. "Since when? You've had them this whole time?!"

Clint lets out a laugh at Tony's reaction, before he shakes his head and sobers slightly, sitting up and putting his hands on the table. "I do," he says. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this before." His eyes flick up and he glances around at them. "When I first started with SHIELD, I wasn't married yet, but I told Fury that if I ever did get married, then they had to be completely protected." He shrugs. "When I married Laura, Fury helped keep it a secret. Pretty much nobody knows about them except Nat and Fury."

"I guess that was probably a good thing," Steve mutters under his breath. "With Hydra and all."

Clint looks over to him and nods. "Yeah," he says. "And when I first joined the Avengers, I didn't know how permanent this was going to be, and I didn't want to tell you without Laura's permission… and then the Hydra thing happened and I didn't want to accidentally put them at risk…" He sighs. "So that's why I didn't tell you until now. I've been thinking about doing it for a while, but it's kind of hard to bring up in casual conversation, you know?"

Up at the front, Tony huffs and sits down, shaking his head. "Well." He folds his arms. "If we'd known, then you would've gotten more days off."

Clint's eyes widen and he barks out a surprised laugh at that, before Bruce leans forward, calling his attention. "How old are your kids?" he asks, a slight smile on his face. "What are their names?"

Clint smiles at the mention of his children (despite Tony's quiet mutters of disbelief), and he leans forward to tell them all about Cooper and Lila, his eight-year-old son and six-year-old daughter.

"Well, now we have to visit them," is Tony's next announcement. "Where are you keeping this secret family of yours?"

Clint rolls his eyes and smiles. "I have a farm," he says, to add more strangeness to his revelations. "It's off the grid, but I'm sure we can figure out a visit." He glances over at Natasha. "The kids will probably be excited to see Aunty Nat again anyways."

Tony's eyes widen and he grins suddenly, like his whole day has just been made. "Aunty Nat?"

Natasha huffs and rolls her eyes, and Sam finally loses his battle with himself and bursts out laughing, the sound sparking chuckles from the rest of them as they come to terms with the ridiculousness of their situation.

Bucky can't help laughing too, his gaze on Clint as his eyes crease with amusement. He never would have been able to predict that Clint is married with kids, but he also can't help thinking back to how relaxed and careful the man had been with him when he had been the Asset, and, in the end he finds that he isn't all that surprised either.

oOo

The Avengers decide to go ahead with the plans for the new compound, but while they wait for the construction to begin, they insist on paying a visit to Clint's farm and his newly revealed family. Clint coordinates with his wife, and a week or so after the initial reveal, the Avengers are packed onto a quinjet as Clint flies them out to his farm.

"It's February, so nothing is growing," he tells them. "But in the summer we have a giant garden. And we have a few fruit trees in the back. We make jam every year."

It's sort of strange to realise that Clint has this complete other side of himself that none of them had known about. It's hard to imagine the same man who fights over ice cream with Sam as someone who has a house with two kids.

It seems a little surreal to the other Avengers too. "So…" Sam speaks up as the jet nears a snowy field. "How did you meet Laura?"

Clint grins as he navigates the controls. "Laura was a nurse for SHIELD," he says. "My favourite one."

Beside him, Natasha snorts. "I'm sure she enjoyed being seduced through black eyes and bloody noses. You guys are just lucky you managed not to alert the whole base to your relationship, what with the two of you making eyes at each other all the time."

Clint laughs and eases the quinjet down to land in the clearing. "Alright, we're here," he announces as he unclips his seatbelt excitedly. "Everyone bundled up? It's just a short walk to the house."

Bucky burrows himself deeper into his blue scarf and flexes his hands in his mittens, appreciating the feel of the wool on his metal hand. Next to him, Steve slips on his own gloves from Hannah and the rest of the Avengers make themselves busy zipping up coats and pulling on hats as Clint opens up the hangar door.

Thankfully, the cold is fairly mild today, and the Avengers make good time as they follow Clint down the snowy path to where his home must lie. They come over a ridge and Bucky catches sight of the place for the first time. He notices the barn first, an old wooden building with icicles hanging off of it, standing a few feet away from a white, two-story house.

No one is outside, but it's obvious that children live here. Smaller footprints scatter out from the house, and sleds lie half-buried in the snow, a lone glove lying abandoned and half-frozen on the steps. Clint stoops down to grab it, before guiding them up the steps and opening the front door.

"We're home!" he calls as the Avengers troop in after him, stomping their feet the best they can to avoid tracking in snow with them. At Clint's announcement a cry goes up through the house, and soon the man is being bombarded by two excited children, both chattering a mile a minute as he ducks down to sweep them into hugs.

Laura comes down the stairs a second later and offers Clint a kiss before smiling over at the Avengers. "It's nice to finally meet you," she says, before giving a little laugh. "I… know all your names."

The kids do too, but Clint introduces everyone anyway, and soon the Avengers are being ushered in. "Just hang your jackets wherever," Laura tells them. "Heaven knows the kids always do."

Lila and Cooper don't protest the claim, they instead seem to be too distracted by the idea of guests to really notice much else. "Do you really have a shield?" Lila asks Steve, staring up at him with big eyes, her hair in two short braids by her head.

Steve smiles as he sits down with the rest of the Avengers in the living room and nods at her. "Yes I do," he says. "I didn't bring it today though."

Cooper has other things on his mind. "Is that really your metal arm?" he asks Bucky, his eyes trained on the metal hand visible from under his long-sleeved shirt.

"Cooper." Clint's reprimanding tone comes from where he stands over by the fireplace, working on starting a small blaze. "Don't be rude."

Bucky shakes his head. "It's okay," he says with a smile, rolling up his sleeve to just past his elbow and holding it out to Cooper. "I don't mind. Did you know Tony made it for me?"

Lila too, looks intrigued by the arm and comes over to stand shyly by her brother. "Daddy says Tony can make anything," she tells him simply, and Bucky finds his smile widening.

"Yes, he can," he tells them, internally smirking as he watches Tony try not to blush from out of the corner of his eye.

Eventually Clint gets the fire started, and Laura brings out some refreshments as the adults sit around and chat in the living room, the topic mostly revolving around Clint and his family. "I still can't believe you married this guy," Tony announces to Laura, a snickerdoodle in hand. "You know he climbs through my air vents?"

Laura sends a Look over to her husband and Clint sputters. "Only like, twice!" he claims (although Bucky hadn't been aware that he had done that at all.) "I was exploring the new base! It's a good way to get to know someplace."

"Ducts are not meant to be climbed it, Barton!" Tony bursts out, waving a hand, much to the amusement of Laura and the other Avengers.

They talk for a while longer, but eventually the children get tired of playing by themselves and they come back over. "Are you going to talk the whole time?" Cooper asks, looking over at his mom. "We want to play outside."

Laura looks thoughtful for a moment. "Well…" she says slowly. "We do have a little time before supper. Why don't you ask to see if anyone wants to go outside with you?"

Lila turns immediately to the Avenger closest to her, which happens to be Steve. "Do you wanna build a snowman with me?" she asks, her eyes wide and pleading. "Coop says the snow's really good today."

Bucky isn't sure if any of the other Avengers catch it, but he can see Steve tense just slightly as he calculates what he wants more, disappointed children or a trip outside in the cold.

It's instinct to call the question over to himself. "I'll go with you," he says, before flexing his arm a little. "I'll be able to push the snow really high."

That alone satisfies the kids completely, and Sam volunteers as well, leaving the two of them to get bundled up along with the children before they head outside again. It isn't that cold out today, but he's glad that he'd volunteered in Steve's place. Out of the two of them, he is better at dealing with snow, since it's more the cold that bothers him, rather than the weather.

Hannah's gloves protect his hands though, and the scarf protects his face as Cooper and Lila guide him and Sam over to a field near their house. Through the wonders of child-logic, Cooper and Sam seem to instinctively peel off together to work on their own project, and Bucky is left to help Lila, the little girl barely coming up to his hip.

He blinks and realises suddenly that this is the first time he's been around children since he had become fully himself. He'd interacted a few times with children in the library as the Asset, but now he has kids actively wanting to hang out with him as Bucky.

He thinks about how Steve had told him he'd doted on his sisters, and he smiles.

"Let's make an archer snowman," Lila tells him, and although he has no idea how that will be accomplished, he gets to work rolling the first snowball for their archer. Soon they have three reasonable sized snowballs stacked on top of each other (the extra strength in his arm certainly helps with that) and Lila sets them off to start looking for sticks that will work for arms and a bow for the figure.

"My daddy fights bad guys with a bow an' arrow," she informs him as they make their way over to the treeline in their search. "Do you fight bad guys with him?"

Bucky holds up a stick for Lila's inspection and shakes his head. "Not right now," he says. "I think I'm going to go to school instead."

Lila accepts his stick but wrinkles her nose. "Mom teaches me an' Coop for homeschool," she tells him, giving him a look that makes it clear that she is questioning his sanity. "I donno why grown ups wanna go to school when they get older and they don't haf' to."

Bucky can't help laughing at that. "Sometimes it's fun to learn," he tells her, much to her skepticism.

Eventually their gloves get wet, and all four of them troop back inside. By then supper is ready, and Bucky sits down to a family dinner, the likes of which he hasn't had in years. He smiles as he sits in the warm atmosphere, and finds that he can imagine perfectly what it must have been like during family meals growing up. One look at Steve tells him he can feel it too.

"Well," Tony announces afterwards. "You're definitely invited next Christmas." Lila and Cooper look absolutely delighted.

oOo

It takes several months for the new Avengers compound to be ready, but by summertime, the Avengers are ready to move in. Now that they know that Clint has a family, he spends more time at his farm than before, but he comes back regularly for their missions.

Bucky doesn't go on their missions though. He remains involved of course, because he thinks he might go crazy if he were to be completely in the dark about what goes on with the Avenger missions, but he mostly stays on the sidelines, giving them intel on Hydra and helping plan for the missions beforehand.

(He also refamiliarizes himself with their past missions, because as the Asset he had not been in a place to fully appreciate the insanity of the time travel that had tipped them off to the presence of Hydra.) He helps them train too, because he finds he enjoys that, but mostly, he works on other things.

He gets his drivers licence the same month they move into the new compound, and with it he can visit Hannah regularly (and also have a car that is his, even if it is really an Avengers vehicle.) He also decides to enroll in several online classes, including an introduction to History, Psychology and English Literature.

He finds that he enjoys the online classes because he doesn't have to go anywhere in person, and he works steadily through them, learning everything he had missed because of Hydra. (He is beginning to suspect that once he is finished his psychology class, he is going to have to ask Sam to help him find an actual person therapist, because the man had said that talk-therapy is important, and the class seems to corroborate that.)

He doesn't plan on getting an actual degree through the online classes though. Once he is comfortable, and once he thinks he has a solid base to work with, he thinks he might apply to the automotive program at Lincoln Tech that Tony had mentioned. From his research, the school seems supportive and informative, and if he finishes a program with them then he can actually work on all the Avengers' cars and repair them after missions.

It still feels surreal sometimes – if he thinks about it too hard – all the things that he can do now. Only a year or so ago, he hadn't even known he was a person, and now his life is completely different. He has friends, and a sister, and a life that he is free to lead however he wants.

And the Asset might never have been able to have imagined that, but it suits Bucky just fine.

oOo

Epilogue

July 17, 2015

Bucky actually hadn't been there when it happened. The other Avengers (plus Rhodey, since he is working with them too now), had been gone as well, out of state on a day-long mission, while he had been down for his class at Lincoln Tech. They probably wouldn't have even known about it if Sam hadn't stayed behind to look after the base.

Sam enlightens them once they all get back together.

"You guys will not believe what happened to me," he starts, almost as soon as they get in through the door, his hands on his hips and a new rough looking gash on his elbow. "We had an intruder while you were gone."

The other Avengers react with various exclamations of shock, and Bruce goes over to get the first aid kit while Sam fills them in on the details. "So, JARVIS alerted me to a sensor-trip, right?" he starts as he holds his arm out for the doctor and the Avengers settle around the common room dining table to listen to him. "So, I went to check it out, and at first I didn't see anything."

JARVIS helpfully pulls up a hologram of the footage captured by Sam's suit as he talks, and the Avengers watch as it scans a seemingly empty roof, before focusing down on a man about the size of a thumb.

The Avengers all stare in confusion and listen as Sam confronts the intruder. "I can see you!"

Suddenly the figure grows to the size of an average man and clicks on his helmet, showing his face. "Hi, I'm Scott."

Bucky blinks at the strange introduction and a movement out of the corner of his eye causes him to glance over at Steve, who is busy looking a mixture of confused and thoughtful, like he is trying to remember something from a long time ago.

"What are you doing here?" the hologram continues, and they learn that the man is apparently 'Ant-Man', and here after some sort of tech to 'save the world'. Sam is obviously not impressed by his story, and he moves forward to apprehend the man, only to find him shrinking again.

"Sorry about this!" he shouts before zipping away, forcing Sam to pursue him with his jetpack.

"Breach is an adult male, with some sort of shrinking tech!" he reports to JARVIS, and Steve gasps, his eyes widening as he watches Sam try to fight the man who continuously switches between sizes and slips through his fingers.

"It's the guy!" he exclaims, causing the Avengers to look over at him in confusion. He seems to be mostly focused on Tony though, his hand waving as he talks. "It's the guy! Stewart Little! Lang! The one that was–"

Tony's mouth drops open. "With the time travelers!"

Bucky darts his eyes back and forth between Steve and the projection, 'Ant-Man' now having somehow made it into Sam's suit, causing it to malfunction and crash as the man mutters a string of 'sorrys' and apologies the entire time.

Tony doesn't seem to mind the destruction of Sam's suit though, his mind seemingly preoccupied by the identity of the intruder. "We have to find him!" he states, his mouth running a mile a minute as he thinks. "What did he even steal? Why did he– wait, so we have his first name now, and I'll bet you anything that Lang is his last name, and we have JARVIS' facial recognition, so–"

Bucky can't help chuckling a little as the Avengers burst into excited chatter at the prospect of finding the third time-traveler that had come into their timeline. He has no idea how this Scott had met the Avengers in the other timeline, but he imagines that this will be a shock to him, considering how he had stolen some sort of signal device from them and they now suddenly already know who he is.

Judging from what he had seen in the video though, the man seems like he will fit in nicely with the group in one way or another— if he wants, and once they find him. He folds his arms and shakes his head bemusedly, flicking his eyes over the group. "The craziest stuff happens to you guys," he mutters, a smile on his face.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

The End.


AN: So we made it to the end! Thank you to everyone who read and commented on this fic, I hope you liked the ending.

We finally met Clint's family, and we see Bucky as he moves forward with his life. I thought he would appreciate the normalcy of learning in school for a while, and being able to pursue a passion of his. (Fun fact: in my research, Lincoln Tech has a history of teaching WW2 vets, so that's why I chose it.)

NOW:

As you might know, there is a third part to this series. It is called "An Alternate Approach" and I have posted the first chapter if you would like to read and follow it.

It will be dealing with the events of 'Civil War' in this timeline (Steve's POV). I know that is a painful topic for a lot of us, but I hope you trust me to address it properly!

I will not be doing any 'Avengers: Age of Ultron' in this series, since I don't think it fits with the timeline (the scepter is not on Earth = no Ultron, Wanda, Pietro, or Vision = no movie).

Thank you again!