Oh,  he  remembers  him  alright.   His  fingers  twitch  in  their  hoodie  pockets;    of  course,  heâs  not  in  his  uniform  that  he  had  been  in  in  the  airport.   But  that  very  same  annoying  voice  slipped  through  and  he  felt  the  hair  on  the  back  of  his  neck  stand  up.   It  had  taken  him  almost  the  entire  flight  to  Siberia  to  get  all  of  the  webbing  out  of  the  plates  of  his  arms,  only  for  it  not  really  having  mattered  in  the  end.   Still,  he  remembered  the  substance,  his  nose  scrunching  and  his  arm  whirring  quietly  in  reaction  to  his  emotions.
    He  doesnât  know  what  heâs  more  mad  about;   the  webbing  still,  or  the  fact  that  Stark  had  brought  such  a  young  kid  into  the  fight.   Of  course  he  knows  that  the  kid  before  him  probably  thinks  himself  mature  enough  to  be  playing  with  the  Avengers,  and  in  his  own  right  he  was  good.   Still,  he  doesnât  think  a  battlefield  is  a  place  for  anyone,  let  alone  a  teenager.   He  doesnât  call  the  shots  though  ââ   thatâs  Tonyâs  job.    Heâs  just  along  for  his  own  division.   Still,  he  canât  help  but  feel  a  slight  protectiveness  come  over  him.
    â  I  know  who  you  are.    And  I  remember  the  webbing,  thank  you.  â    Voice  is  curt  at  that,  his  jaw  turning  up  ever  so  slightly.    He  knows  heâs  hulking  muscle  and  a  solid  attitude  that  makes  most  afraid.   Secretly  Bucky  enjoys  that  fact;   it  keeps  people  away  that  he  doesnât  want  to  let  in.   Theyâre  going  to  be  working  together  though,    especially  whenever  Bucky  joins  the  Avengers  on  missions.   So  thereâs  no  real  benefit  of  being  unpleasant,  so  he  drops  his  guard  a  little  bit,  lets  his  shoulders  relax  along  with  his  posture.
    â  You  were  just  doing  what  you  were  told.   Youâre  lucky  itâs  Sam  that  got  to  you  with  his  fancy  toys.    You  had  a  safe  landing.   Me?   I  prefer  throwing  out  the  window  without  a  safety  net.  â   Okay,  so  he  canât  turn  off  his  personality  completely.   That  thinly  veiled  threat  is  absolutely  there;   use  that  webbing  on  me  again  and  it  wonât  be  so  pleasant.   â  I  see  Starkâs  brought  you  on  as  a  permanent  member.   Iâm  not  sure  if  I  should  be  congratulating  you  or  mourning  the  fact  that  youâre  no  longer  a  normal  teenager.  â
  âA safe landing? That window didnât exactly open. I broke through it. Plus that little drone thing your buddy had dropped me from fifty feet up! And then Captain America dropped a building on me! Well, okay it wasnât actually a building. What do you call those things that you walk through to get from the airport onto the airplane? Andââ and then there was the big guy! He knocked me out of the air. You call any of that a safety net?â
  It wasnât fair to claim Peter had been safer off than any of the heroes who had fought that day. Captain America certainly hadnât been pulling his punches, and neither had Mr. Barnes when Peter had caught his strike mid-swing. But despite the urge to defend himself, Peter wasnât offended by the manâs hostile tone. Peter had learned a lot since his first encounter with the Avengers.
  Brown gaze darted over their form, pausing briefly on the hands stuffed in hoodie pockets, and Peter let his own hand fall awkwardly back down to his side.
  âI never was going to be a normal teenager.â The sudden change in his voice surprised Peter. He hadnât expected the conversation to turn this way so quickly, but Peter had explained as much to Mr. Stark before the fight. After he had gotten his powers, there was no more normal Peter Parker.
  A shrug lifted his shoulders and Peter stuffed his hands into his jeans, staring down at his sneakers. âYeah I get it. Iâm young. But Iâm not normal. Iâve got all these incredible gifts now and I canât justââ I canât sit back and do nothing. Not when I know I can help people. I have a responsibility to help them, to protect them.â Now Peter looked up. âDidnât you do the same? You were in the army. Didnât you feel like you had a responsibility to help? Because you could?â
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