New Life

Bucky sat up in his bed at Avengers Tower. It's been nearly five months since Steve and Tony sat down and talked out their problems like the adults they weren't. Tony had been kind enough to let them all move in if the choose. Bucky, having nowhere else to go, accepted.

If only to please Steve.

Bucky climbed out of bed and made his way the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he noticed that it was only 5 in the morning. He decided that he didn't feel like going back to bed and left his room for the common area.

After taking the elevator up from the floor he and Steve shared, each Avenger had their own, he made a beeline for the kitchen. Upon entering he went to the coffee machine and fumbled with it for about 30 seconds before remembering how to work it. He was still getting used to this whole modern day technology thing.

It was right after he took his first sip and sat at the table that the elevator opened. He glanced up, tensing instinctively, only to relax a bit when he realized it was just Peter. The kid look like he was barely functioning. Bucky watched as he head to the fridge and pulled out a slice of cake from the cooking Sam had done the other day. It was only them that his head shot up and he looked sharply at Bucky.

Bucky was realizing that the kid did that often. It was like an alarm went off for him to hear only. The kid fumbled with his words before slowly walking over and sitting down across from Bucky. He had grabbed and fork and was poking at the cake.

"Morning."

Bucky just grunted in response, continuing to drink his coffee.

"Couldn't sleep either?"

Bucky glanced up at the kid and shrugged. Peter took this as a sign to stop talking and instead ate the food. It was about five minutes into the silence, when Bucky's metal arm spasmed slightly. He gritted his teeth and tried to roll his shoulder. Peter glanced up.

"Um, I could take a look at it. O-or Mr. Stark I'd you perfer. O-or even Mr. Banner. If you want..."

The kid looked anxious, which made Bucky feel an emotion he couldn't identify yet.

"...ok."

Peter perked up at this.

"O-okay. How about 9:30 in Mr. Starks lab? If you want..."

Bucky just nodded before turning back to his coffee. Peter smiled softly before getting up, putting the plate away, and going to his room. Bucky went back to his own half an hour later.

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Bucky watched as Peter walked around the lab. He was having F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a scan on his arm. The results came back saying the his shoulder had grown, but not the metal arm with it.

"It will need to be replaced or expanded on."

F.R.I.D.A.Y had said in her calm voice. Peter looked through the papers and sighed.

"I could make you a new arm.... but I think Mr. Stark could do it better."

He said in a hopeful voice. Bucky gritted his teeth. He and Stark weren't exactly best friends. They were still growing accustomed to the new arrangements. But as a spike of pain went through his arm he gave a stiff nod. Peter smiled and scurried off to find Tony. The kid obviously had a lot of question he wanted to ask Bucky about his arm or his memory or pretty much anything. But he was holding back.

A part of Bucky was grateful he did.

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Tony growled lowly. He rubbed his temple in frustration. He was in the living room with Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Sam. Along side his newly crack flat screen. He faced the four and rubbed a hand down his face.