Oh, he remembers him alright. His fingers twitch in their hoodie pockets; of course, he’s not in his uniform that he had been in in the airport. But that very same annoying voice slipped through and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It had taken him almost the entire flight to Siberia to get all of the webbing out of the plates of his arms, only for it not really having mattered in the end. Still, he remembered the substance, his nose scrunching and his arm whirring quietly in reaction to his emotions.
He doesn’t know what he’s more mad about; the webbing still, or the fact that Stark had brought such a young kid into the fight. Of course he knows that the kid before him probably thinks himself mature enough to be playing with the Avengers, and in his own right he was good. Still, he doesn’t think a battlefield is a place for anyone, let alone a teenager. He doesn’t call the shots though —— that’s Tony’s job. He’s just along for his own division. Still, he can’t help but feel a slight protectiveness come over him.
“ I know who you are. And I remember the webbing, thank you. ” Voice is curt at that, his jaw turning up ever so slightly. He knows he’s hulking muscle and a solid attitude that makes most afraid. Secretly Bucky enjoys that fact; it keeps people away that he doesn’t want to let in. They’re going to be working together though, especially whenever Bucky joins the Avengers on missions. So there’s no real benefit of being unpleasant, so he drops his guard a little bit, lets his shoulders relax along with his posture.
“ You were just doing what you were told. You’re lucky it’s Sam that got to you with his fancy toys. You had a safe landing. Me? I prefer throwing out the window without a safety net. ” Okay, so he can’t turn off his personality completely. That thinly veiled threat is absolutely there; use that webbing on me again and it won’t be so pleasant. “ I see Stark’s brought you on as a permanent member. I’m not sure if I should be congratulating you or mourning the fact that you’re no longer a normal teenager. ”
“A safe landing? That window didn’t exactly open. I broke through it. Plus that little drone thing your buddy had dropped me from fifty feet up! And then Captain America dropped a building on me! Well, okay it wasn’t actually a building. What do you call those things that you walk through to get from the airport onto the airplane? And–– and then there was the big guy! He knocked me out of the air. You call any of that a safety net?”
It wasn’t fair to claim Peter had been safer off than any of the heroes who had fought that day. Captain America certainly hadn’t been pulling his punches, and neither had Mr. Barnes when Peter had caught his strike mid-swing. But despite the urge to defend himself, Peter wasn’t offended by the man’s hostile tone. Peter had learned a lot since his first encounter with the Avengers.
Brown gaze darted over their form, pausing briefly on the hands stuffed in hoodie pockets, and Peter let his own hand fall awkwardly back down to his side.
“I never was going to be a normal teenager.” The sudden change in his voice surprised Peter. He hadn’t expected the conversation to turn this way so quickly, but Peter had explained as much to Mr. Stark before the fight. After he had gotten his powers, there was no more normal Peter Parker.
A shrug lifted his shoulders and Peter stuffed his hands into his jeans, staring down at his sneakers. “Yeah I get it. I’m young. But I’m not normal. I’ve got all these incredible gifts now and I can’t just–– I can’t sit back and do nothing. Not when I know I can help people. I have a responsibility to help them, to protect them.” Now Peter looked up. “Didn’t you do the same? You were in the army. Didn’t you feel like you had a responsibility to help? Because you could?”
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