My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

Why did I agree to this

Note: If you have suggestions for POV I will also take those. And... any other suggestions at all. Besides lame crap like 'take down this fic' but i'll assume y'all are better than that.

Anyway this whole book will start juggling all the characters and be kind of less of an irondad more of an avengers superfamily. Just a heads up.

POV: Bucky

I hear a knock on my door and assume the worst. Grabbing a knife from my bedside table, I slowly stalk to the door, twisting the knob slowly and silently. I hide behind it as it opens, glancing at the crack between the hinges. I nearly drop my weapon.

Steve.

The memories come crashing back, memories of dragging him away from alley fights and trying to convince him to not join the army. Memories that I have to convince myself were Hydra's fault, of us fighting. Memories of my punching him and him taking it. Memories of dragging him out of the river.

"Buck? You around here?" he said, his voice filled with childish hope that makes me want to tell him to turn around and leave.

I let my knife clatter on the counter and step out from behind the door. I can tell by his face I don't look well.

"Buck... You're- It's you?" he faltered, staring at me. I sighed.

"It's me. What are you doing here? I'm a fricking murder-"

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Was he- crying?

"Bucky..." he said. "Bucky, I'm so glad I found you."

I awkwardly pat him on the back and push him off me.

"I don't think this is going to end well," I said, crossing my arms.

"Of course it will. Come on! It'll be just like old times!" he  bounced up and down a little bit on his feet.

"I'm not looking forward to dragging you out of fights."

"You're going to be helping me. It'll work out great, I promise. Tony got himself an intern and we have Loki there too, so it's not like anyone will be mad that you're-"

"Sorry, what?" I interrupted. "You want me to come live with you at Avenger's tower? Are you insane?"

"I told you, we have Loki there. He tried to take over the world, but he's not with Hydra, so you should be fine..." Steve continued, blinded by excitement.

"If anyone says those words I'm absolutely helpless. Do you even know what that's like?" I said, the bitterness in my voice snapping him out of it.

"Look, I can promise you're going to be safer from Hydra there," he said, a little more seriously.

"Unless we're fighting it," I grumbled.

"You don't have to come! It'll be fine. I promise. I'm with you til the end of the line, right? That means 'with you', not just on the same team," he pointed out. I sighed.

"Alright. Let me pack real quick."

"Do you want me to help?" he offered. I shrugged, grabbed my knife and some laundry from a corner, put them in my backpack, and put that on my shoulders.

"Nope. Avenger's tower? You sure this is allowed? And are you sure it won't be like, all over the news or something? I don't-"

"Nope. The media is pretty obsessed over Loki right now. I mean, they didn't know he was there until just yesterday- and this random kid Flash Tomson got it on film," he explained. I shrugged and looked back at my small apartment.

"I guess... you can promise that there's no way I hear the words?"

"Of course. Just don't tell anyone what they are, especially not Loki. Other than that-"

"Great. Really, thanks," I said. After all, even though I wasn't exactly looking forward to being in the same building as Steve's friends 24/7, it would be nice to have some company sometimes.

"I forgot to mention, Sam's not going to be there. The guy with the wings you broke and car you tore the steering wheel out of," Steve added. I shrugged.

"Well, I'd hate to have to break something else. Do you understand what- any internet thing is? Or these stupid roads? They moved everything around-"

"Clint's driving. And I honestly don't. Anyway, we can go now?"

I nodded and followed him out of my apartment, not before scratching a small notch in the doorframe. In case I ever came back.

Clint didn't ask any questions when I got in the car. There were screens everywhere when he turned it on, and thankfully Steve showed me how to turn them off. I did keep one up, the one showing the car's armor status. From what I could tell, he didn't know how to turn them back on, and that seemed a lot more useful than random news.

"So, you're Cap's bestie from World War Two?" Clint finally asked. I didn't know how to answer.

"I dragged him out of alley fights," I finally said.

"That I would've won," Steve added. Classic Steve.

"What are me-mes?" I finally asked. Clint was confused for a second before he burst out laughing.

"Memes? Oh, man, Peter said the best thing, I forget what. But they're like random things society decides are funny for no reason," he explained.

"Who's Peter?"

"Tony got an intern," Steve explained. If I had a knife I would've dropped it.

"Tony- Tony Stark?" I said. Clint nodded. Oh, frick, neither of them knew.

"He stopped blowing stuff up, don't worry," Clint said, looking in the rear-view mirror. "Don't touch those arrows, though, they explode."

I looked at a full quiver in the corner. I sure hope that doesn't fall when we hit a bump.

"Steve, please tell me you haven't been looking for me ever since-"

"I haven't. Sam has," he said, a lot softer than he normally talks.

"Seriously?"

"What? It's not like I was going to leave you for Hydra to find-"

"Yup, definitely besties," Clint muttered. I glared at the back of his seat.

"Is this going to be a daily thing?" I said.

"What, chaos?" he shrugged. "Most likely. I'm pretty sure this is less than normal."

"Perfect. Just perfect," I sighed. "Here I am concerned about Hydra."

"Don't be! We killed Hydra! It's dead!" Steve said, sounding like an excited child again. I could tell he was hiding something.

"Sure."

"I promise this'll work great," he added. I shrugged.

"Totally."

We turn onto the highway and I look out the window. Why did I ever agree to this...