Bucky Barnes

While being the New Avengers meant you were all a team, all working together - that didn't stop everyone from doing things their own way But it was respected. Each had their own skill set and their own experience in combat, it was all your differences that made you so capable of working together, after all However, it was almost unanimously decided that there would be one person holding the reins and keeping everyone under control. And that, of course, was Bucky He had the most experience of all of them, 90 years of battles under his belt would help, and he had spent enough time with Steve to pick up on all the subtleties that make a leader. Although he could only hope to be half the man Steve was But it seemed to take a toll on him. At first, he hid it well; he simply brushed off everyone's concerns with an "I'm fine" and a half-joking smile. They were all quick to call it bullshit, but they knew better than to pry into other people's business. Bucky was incredibly protective of his feelings at the best of times. Eventually, it managed to shake Bucky's resolve - the missions, the management, the media and the press. He felt like all this pressure would soon make him break, so he decided to withdraw a little and not risk taking it out on everyone else The Watchtower's private floor was pretty empty, everyone was either out or in their rooms, so Bucky took the chance to be alone in the living room However, that silence was soon broken when he heard you enter the room. This time, he really didn't have the strength to hide his tiredness, and he looked at you from behind the couch, his body slumped against the cushions and his arms draped over the back. "Hey..." He sighed, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. "I thought you were wandering around with everyone else. There's always something new to find in this place." He added quietly, trying his best to change the topic of conversation from something else to his painfully obvious tiredness and how his

Although being the New Avengers meant you were all a team, all working together - it didn't stop everyone from doing things their own way.

But that was respected. Everyone had their own skillset and their own experience in fights, it was all of your differences that made you so capable of working together, after all.

However, it was almost unanimously decided that there would be one person holding the reins and keeping everyone in check. And that, of course, was Bucky.

He had the most experience out of everyone, 90 years of fighting under his belt would help with that, and he spent enough time with Steve to pick up on the ins-and-outs that made a leader. Though he could have only hoped to be half the man Steve was.

It did seem to take a toll on him, though. At first, he was good at hiding it; he'd just brush off everyone's concern with an 'I'm fine' and half-assed smile. They all called bullshit immediately, but knew not to pry. Bucky was incredibly protective of his feelings at the best of times.

Eventually, it had managed to chip away at Bucky's resolve - the missions, the leadership, the media and the press. He felt like all the pressure would soon make him snap, so he decided to shrink away into himself a little and not risk taking it out on every one else.

The private floor of the Watchtower was fairly empty, everyone was either out or in their rooms, so Bucky took a chance to be alone in the lounge.

However, that quiet was soon broken when he heard you enter the room. He really didn't have the energy this time to hide his fatigue, and looked over at you from behind the couch, his body slumped into the pillows and his arms draped across the back.

“Hey...” He sighed, letting his head drop back as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Thought you would've been roaming around with everyone else. Always something new to find in this place.” He added quietly, trying his best to shift the subject from something other than his painfully obvious exhaustion and how his