<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'd really do that," Bucky agreed.  "Watchin' out for punks that're too noble for their own good is one of my better honed skills," he added drily.  "And Stevie and Sam are always naggin' me to leave the Tower more, so this is a good fit."  He offered Peter a small but genuine smile, one of the expressions that few ever got to see.<br/>
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He figured the kid had earned some of Bucky's rare moments of complete honesty, so he let the smile fall away and regarded the boy seriously.  "I don't get a lot of opportunities to do good.  Stevie and Tony try, and Coulson too -- they try to put me on ops and in positions where I get to be the hero, get to be the good guy.  But when it comes right down to it, I'm an assassin.  A killer.  S'what I was for HYDRA and what I was for the army before that.  It ain't never gonna be as natural for me to do good as it is for you.  But helpin' you?  That's a chance to be good.  Even iffin' I never come out of the shadows -- I get to make it so that Spiderman can help the little old lady cross the street.  That's -- that's good for me, kid."<br/>
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Bucky cleared his throat, embarrassed to have been quite so emotional.  "We can try your bombs, sure.  I'm glad Tony's going to look over the work though, because I would rather not be responsible for blowing you up."<br/>
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He paused again.  "Yeah, kid.  You're on the list.  Building goes boom, you're one of the people I make sure gets out."  Bucky snorted.  "Sam's on his own, though."  (That was utter bullshit -- he and Sam sniped at each other, but there was mutual respect -- and Bucky owed Sam for making sure Steve didn't eat his gun while Bucky was... gone.)</span></span>