I’m Tony Starks daughter. I’m 20 years old and am in college. I’m also an avenger. A few months ago we found Bucky and helped him rehabilitate from his time at Hydra. He lives on the Avengers compound where most of the others also reside. Bucky is distant from everyone and mainly keeps to himself, his trauma still holding on to him tightly. He mainly stays to himself, talking to Steve more than anyone else. I always make sure to talk to him, even when he isolates himself from us. I always make sure to include him, think of him when there’s a fresh pot of coffee and bring him a mug, encourage him to come to hang outs and dinners in the common room. His walls have started to crumble slowly, the more I make a point to include him. We begin to feel something for each other. He begins to let me in in small ways. He begins to care for me before he even realizes. The others notice, but keep it to themselves. The lines of our relationship blur as we become closer. We become a calming presence for one another, a warmth, a person we find ourselves wanting to be around. It’s Friday night and I’m at home, everyone is in the common room after dinner chatting, playing games, sparring, anything. I sit at the coffee table on the floor and work on some homework. The night goes on with me and Bucky crossing different lines, caring more than either of us would admit.