For how difficult things had started out, Bucky had been accepted into the Avenger's fold with alarming ease. With Steve and Natasha as his support, he met the rest of the team who greeted him jovially. He shared the same floor with Steve, who was elated to have him by his side.

"I didn't think it would be that easy." Bucky admitted to his friend that night as they sat by the window, gazing at the skyline. Steve looked towards his brows furrowed.

"Why not?" He asked, his blue eyes filled with his normal concern. Bucky shrugged.

"I'm…well I was the bad guy." He replied and Steve quickly shook his head.

"No. You were under HYDRA's control. You were never the bad guy." Steve's hand reached for Bucky's shoulder and gripped it firmly. Slowly, Bucky offered his friend a weak smile.

"Thank you." He managed and the captain smiled back.

Bucky would see him two weeks later.

Like a phantom, Bucky should have noticed him during missions. How a faint golden glow would emit from the air and strike at an enemy. How when one of the team members were wounded, they would fade away as if they had never existed.

Like a silent guardian angel. No face and no name. Fighting out of eyesight, and gone before Bucky could look. However, two weeks later, he would meet them face to face.

It was a Thursday, which was movie night. The team had settled on Star Wars and were making pasta in the kitchen. Thor had yet to make an appearance, so Bruce had asked of Bucky could go get him from his floor. Bucky who had been chopping onions with Natasha, handed her the knife and headed towards the elevator with a confirming nod.

Thor lived on the floor below Bruce and above Steve and Bucky. Clint and Natasha shared the floor below them, with Tony in the penthouse. Pressing the button to Thor's floor he leant against the elevator wall and watched as the light pinged. When the elevator stopped at Thor's level, the door slid open and Bucky stepped out. He glanced around Thor's place. The hall was sparsely furnished. A single picture hanging on the wall of Thor and Steve at a baseball game, grinning cheekily at the camera, arms slung over each other's shoulders. Smiling, Bucky made his way down the hall.

"Thor?" He called out. "We're making pasta…everyone is going to eat wi-" His voice cut off as he bumped into another person as he turned the corner. Stumbling back, Bucky began to apologize. The man standing in front of him took several steps back, Bucky stared. Bright green eyes stared back, a pool of dark wavy locks tumbled down to the man's shoulders.

This man looked familiar.

"Oh, hi!" Bucky greeted. "I'm Bucky Barnes." He smiled at the other man who stared back in silence. Bucky shifted uncomfortably. "Is Thor-"

"LOKI!" A familiar voice snarled out, causing both men to leap. The man named Loki turned swiftly, just as Thor exited from a room and reached for him, grasping his arm in what Bucky thought to be a bruising grip.

"You're not allowed out here, get back to your room!" Thor swarmed, shoving the other's shoulder. Loki quickly scurried away, without a glance at Bucky. Thor glared after Loki, until the door closed before turning and offering Bucky his usually warm smile.

"I am sorry about that. You said there was pasta?" He asked. Bucky blinked.

"Uhh…yeah…we were all waiting for you…" He motioned towards the elevator and Thor nodded.

"Aye. I am sorry to have kept you waiting. Shall we go?" Thor suggested and Bucky quickly followed. The elevator ride was silent and the noises from the penthouse were a huge change.

"What took you so long Thor!" Stark called from the counter. Thor chuckled and approached.

"What usually does." He replied easily and Barton snorted. "Just keep him locked up." He suggested earning a snicker from Stark. Thor shrugged. "It would certainly make life easier." He conceded, Bucky stared on in confusion. As they all gathered around the table and began eating, Bucky found himself glancing around, wondering what was going on. Finally a lapse of silence occurred and Bucky spoke up.

"What's with the guy on Thor's floor?" He asked.

Silence met his question.

A WinterFrost story! Huzzah!