A/N: I've really been enjoying reading people's ideas for what kinds of things might happen if Bucky went to live in Avengers Tower sometime after CATWS, and I wanted to explore some of those (shout out to TeresaMorales2479 for the prompts!). These aren't in chronological order, so the tone will vary depending on how Bucky is doing in his recovery. These will be sort of angsty or fluffy, or usually both, so I thought I'd give you an outline and you can just read the ones that interest you. I will try to post daily, but I've only written the first 9, and have a new job that's eating up a lot of time, so it might be every couple days. I certainly intend to have it all uploaded by the end of September! As I said above, I have been reading many headcannons for these on tumblr, and I'd love to give credit where it's due, so if you see one that reminds you of what you've posted, please let me know! The chapter titles are from Emilie Autumn's One Foot In Front of the Other, and I thought it was fitting (though darker in tone) for what Bucky is going through. Enjoy!

1. How Did I Get Myself Into All Of This Mess? In which the Avengers and Bucky learn a valuable lesson about going out on the town.

2. How Did I End Up With This Deadly Home Address? In which everyone discovers how pranks can go awry.

3. We Never Will Forget, and No, We Will Not Forgive. In which some old-timers deal with driving.

4. We Fought Hard Not to Die, Yet We Don't Know How to Live. In which Steve goes on a date and his friends are overly supportive.

5. How Do We Change Our World to What We Want It To Be? In which the Avengers explore their hobbies.

6. How Do We Move Beyond All of This Misery? In which Bucky gets to take care of someone else again.

7. I've Been in Chains Since I Was Nothing But a Kid. In which Bucky deals with inflation.

8. We Don't Know Freedom, Not Quite Sure That We Ever Did. In which Bucky and Clint have a sharpshooting contest.

9. Now That We Have It, How Will We Make Use of It? In which Bucky goes grocery shopping.

10. We've Been Committed – Now to What Do We All Commit? In which the Avengers indulge in guilty pleasures.

11. I Used to Have a Home, Now I don't Even Have a Name. In which Bucky and Steve revisit Coney Island.

12. I'm Nothing But a Number, Here We Are All the Same. In which Bucky visits some familiar graves.

13. We've Lost So Much, So Many of Those We Love Are Dead. In which surprise birthdays are celebrated.

14. How Do I Get These Memories Out of My Fucking Head? In which Steve and Bucky go to a baseball game and some things come up.

15. Heaven Help Us, Where Do We Begin? In which Christmas is celebrated.

1. How did I get myself into all of this mess? In which the Avengers and Bucky learn a valuable lesson about going out on the town.

There were flashing lights everywhere and deafening noise. People surrounded him and he held very still, watching them. Suddenly, the crowd of people drew back, giving one man a wide radius. He looked over at Steve, who glanced his way and nodded slightly. They both got to their feet and hurried forward, to get a better look at the activity in the center of the room.

"Should we help him?" he asked Steve quietly.

Steve smiled grimly. "I don't know if he'll let us." He glanced around the enclosed space, at the others. "Let's wait to see if he tires himself out."

Bucky nodded, folding his arms across his chest, the left one whirring faintly at the movement. He fixed his eyes on the convulsing figure they were all surrounding. The crowd clapped their hands to the beat and laughed at his antics. When Bucky glanced at Steve, the latter rolled his eyes.

"This would probably be more fun if we could get drunk, too," Bucky muttered and Steve laughed.

"Someone would still have to get this idiot back to his tower at the end of the night. Might as well be us," he answered with a shrug.

The doors to the club bounced open and an intimidatingly tall blond man walked into the room. Steve crossed quickly over to him, Bucky just behind. "What is Stark doing?" Thor asked, looking uncomfortably at the crowd. The smile growing on his face belied his otherwise concerned expression.

"What passes for dancing nowadays, I guess," Steve scoffed.

Thor paused, watching as some of the other members of the crowd begin to split off from the observant group and started dancing themselves. "It is different from Asgard," he said thoughtfully. "Probably a better work out."

Steve snorted. "Did you find the others?"

"Banner is waiting outside. He thought it might be unwise to enter. Sam, Son of Will, agreed to wait with him while I came to find you. Any sign of Barton?"

Steve shook his head. "This was a stupid idea," he said vehemently.

Bucky smiled. "Most of yours are."

Thor laughed when Steve glared at him. "They may be a little reckless, but they're not this bad."

Sighing heavily, Steve plunged into the crowd to fetch Tony. Bucky and Thor remained where they were, smiling briefly at each other at the ridiculous situation in which they found themselves. "Your metabolism is accelerated like Steve's?" Thor asked conversationally as Steve grabbed Tony's arm and dodged the swing this action elicited.

"I'm not sure on the specifics, but it's similar. I could get drunk if I really applied myself, I think, if that's what you're asking," Bucky replied.

"It's good that Steve isn't the only one left sober," Thor said thoughtfully.

Bucky turned to look at him, aware of Steve grabbing Tony by his collar and dragging him up the stairs toward them. "You think so?"

Thor smiled at the approaching pair. "I don't think he would go out with us if he were the only one who couldn't imbibe."

"Let's go," Steve growled as he marched between them, dragging a struggling Tony. The crowd was laughing and Steve was almost blushing.

Bucky smirked at Steve's reaction. It was nice that so little had changed in his long absence. Steve hated being the center of attention, even when he deserved it. "You're not drunk," he continued his conversation with Thor as they followed in Steve's wake.

"It would take a lot of your ale for me to be so. It is also not something we usually engage in unless it follows a successful battle," Thor explained. "Not just a Thursday."

"Only successful battles?" Bucky questioned, his voice lowering as they walked into the cool night air.

Bruce and Clint were standing some yards to the west on the sidewalk, and both looked very amused when they saw the method with which Tony had been removed from the club. "A warrior must reconsider his unsuccessful battles for some time before he can drink them away," Thor explained.

The others glanced at the two of them questioningly, but neither seemed interested in sharing the conversation. "So, I guess Tony doesn't handle his sauce," Clint said after a pause.

"Colonel Rhodes could have told us that," Steve grumbled.

"His refusal to join us was a little suspicious," Bruce agreed, looking thoughtfully at Tony, who had stopped struggling at last.

"Guys, I'm fine," Tony slurred as he sat down abruptly on the pavement.

Steve set his jaw and glanced at Bucky. "Sorry, this wasn't how we thought this would go."

"How's it going?" Sam asked softly as he walked up to Bucky, keeping an eye on and smiling slightly at Tony.

"It's fine," Bucky responded.

"No problems with the crowd?"

"No, I could handle it," Bucky replied.

"Well, if you're good with crowds, I have an idea for what to do next," Clint interrupted. "I bet they didn't have this in the forties," he added, looking smug.

Steve glanced at Bucky, looking worried. "Lead the way," Bucky replied, gesturing.

"I believe in a thing called love! Ooh!" a man screeched into a microphone.

Bucky looked at Steve and grimaced as the man insisted on continuing. "It gets better," Clint assured them, but they weren't too sure.

"This is clearly not something that man is capable of doing," Thor agreed, brows furrowed as he attempted to hit another high note.

Tony dropped onto the stool between Steve and Bucky. "They probably don't have any songs you old timers would know. So you're out of luck. Is Captain America going to drag me away from another good time if I go up there?" he asked acidly.

"I was dragging you because you ran off without telling us and you couldn't even stand," Steve explained patiently and Bucky smiled at his long-suffering expression.

"Yeah, whatever, you were just jealous of my dope moves."

"Of course he was. We all were," Sam asserted sincerely and Bucky snorted to hold back his laugh.

"What are you going to sing for us, Tony?" Clint asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You going to join me, Legolas?"

"Sure."

"Come on, then, Don't Go Breaking My Heart!" Tony got to his feet and ran unsteadily toward the front of the room. Clint gave them a winning smile before following him.

"I'm not sure which of them I'm more worried about," Bruce said quietly.

Bucky was mildly surprised to learn that the odd statement Tony had finished with was a song. The two of them sang it very passionately, and Bucky turned to look at Steve. "We should go," he said abruptly.

"Why, is something wrong?" Steve's amused grin faded immediately, and he glanced around the room quickly. Searching for threats.

"Not yet. But I don't think I want to be roped into acting like an idiot on my first night out," Bucky replied, cocking his head meaningfully toward Tony and Clint.

Steve nodded. "Yeah, let's go home."

They nodded at Thor, Bruce, and Sam, who were enjoying the show, and got up to leave. As they reached the door, they heard Tony's plaintive voice following them, begging them to sing something called "My Heart Will Go On," because it was "perfect." Bucky raised an eyebrow at Steve, pausing in the doorway.

"Staying to sing something called that sounds pretty reckless," Bucky said with a grin.

"Shut up, Buck. We'd never live it down," Steve replied, laughing, and pushed his friend out the door.