<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I am not the right guy to tell you how things blow up," Bucky said drily.  "I pull the pin, and things go boom."  He paused.  "But I'm not opposed to learning.  We can look it up?  Stevie says we can use Google or ask JARVIS.  Or ask your -- whatever Tony is to you."  He wasn't sure if the kid was admitting yet that Tony was essentially his dad -- might still be too soon.<br/>
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(Bucky would never, ever admit to anyone, including himself, that a part of him ached when he saw the parental love between Peter and Tony.  He'd had that with his parents, and Steve with his Ma -- but he'd never been able to give it, and nothing about the life he had with Steve now suggested that would change.  He'd never invite a child into the fucked up world they lived in... but damn, sometimes the kid would look at Tony with stars in his eyes and Bucky would look at Steve and just -- ache.)<br/>
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"I ain't sayin' your way is bad," Bucky said gently when he realized he'd upset the boy.  "You and Stevie both.  It's harder sometimes, but it's not wrong."  Carefully -- because he was always so aware of how physically intimidating people found him -- Bucky rested his flesh hand on Peter's shoulder.  "It's good that you want to help out both sides.  Good that you still see the potential in people to be better.  S'what makes you a hero, kid -- not the fancy spider shit."  He smiled a little.  "Don't ever tell Tony I said this, but that's what makes him a hero too.  Not the money and the tech although God knows I'm grateful," he glanced at his metal arm, "but that he wants to make the world better.  Me 'n Natalia -- Barton too, to some extent -- we're selfish.  We just want to keep our little piece of the world safe, and we don't care what it takes to do that.  You and Steve and Tony look beyond 'safe' to 'good' and that's pretty damned amazing, kid."<br/>
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