Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Welcome to Shield

Steve's POV

On the Monday after the Thanksgiving holiday, Sarah and I were finally bringing Bucky in to Shield with us. We'd talked on the way home and he thought he was ready to start getting things in order so he could join the team and work with us. We went in early, long before most people would be there so Bucky wouldn't have to deal with the crowds right away.

"You have your own reserved parking spot, Steve? Really?" Bucky asked, smirking at the sign posted on the wall.

I grinned at him. "Yup. So do the rest of the Avengers, Buck. We're all here at odd hours and usually have to get here in a hurry, so they made us designated spots."

Bucky looked around, searching for something. "Where's your spot, Sarah?"

"I usually park in Steve's since he rides with me. Otherwise I find a spot wherever."

"Aren't you an Avenger?"

"Nope. I'm essential support staff."

"She's an Avenger, Buck. Don't listen to her denials."

"Steve!"

"You are – and we all know it, doll. You can beat half of the team single handedly – I'm pretty sure they all consider you an Avenger, too."

"Nope. I don't have a code name so I'm not officially an Avenger. Avengers floor," Sarah told the elevator our destination.

Denied. Sargent Barnes does not have clearance for Avengers floor.

"Override by the orders of Rogers, Steven Grant and Evans, Sarah Maria Stark," I said, doing what I had heard Fury do before when I wasn't cleared for what he'd showed me.

Confirmed, temporary override accepted.

"Sorry, I must not have added our floor into your credentials," Sarah said, looking at Bucky apologetically. "I'll fix that as soon as we get to my office."   

"The elevator talks?" Bucky asked, eyes wide as he looked around the glass box.

"It's part of the security features," Sarah replied, smiling. "Think of it kind of like a lesser version of Jarvis."

"Does it have a name?"

"Not that I know of," she said. "It's only set for certain interactions, like the one we just had. It can't sustain a conversation like Jarvis does."

"Oh. It's still pretty neat."

"Yeah, pal, it is," I said, patting his back. "It scans you when you get in based off your biometrics. That's how it knew what your clearances are."

Bucky turned to see out the clear glass that the elevator was made out of, offering a 180 degree view of DC and the Potomac river. "What a view! I could look out at this all day, Steve."

"Wait until it snows – that's when it looks the neatest." Sarah said, grinning at him. "Rain is pretty cool to watch from here, too."

"I thought you'd like to see this," I said, watching him as he remained unaffected by just how high in the air we were; I guess some things did change with time. "I know you're not real fond of heights, but they don't seem to bother you like they did when we were younger.

Bucky shook his head. "They still bother me, but I'm in something, not hanging from a rope hundreds of feet in the air."

"It was a zip line and it wasn't that high up." I said, remembering that day well. It was the last time I'd seen him alive in 1945 and everything about that day was etched into my brain.