Loki quietly examined the contents of a small chest he had placed up into the bookshelf his room had. Having now just finished inventory of his personal belongings. Deep down he was still hurting a bit on the inside from meeting his new found captain. The trust issue existed as he knew, but he didn't realize the severity of things until he had Nightwing practically breathing death threats down his throat. Hopefully the rest of the team wasn't going to be so disconcerting.

Speaking of, hearing the knock at his door Loki faintly recognized the voice as Bucky Barnes peeked into the room. He had never met the young once sidekick to Captain America, but he had met his mentor plenty of times. Loki gave a faint smile to the man. "Sorry I already ate on the way over..." Loki tried to politely say. "Plus its not so much me worrying about them... 'biting' as you put it. Its more me worrying about my presence around them." Carefully Loki extended a hand out to the man, making sure to not use the hand that would be gripping Bucky's rather fierce looking metal arm. "Loki, God of trickery."

Bucky leaned casually against the doorframe and held out his flesh hand to shake the young man’s. “Bucky Barnes, new Captain America. Still getting used to that title.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked the boy up and down. He didn’t [i]look[/i] like a malicious god. He was just a kid. Of course, Bucky had been ‘just a kid’ at one time, too. He knew better than to judge a book by it’s cover. 

“If you’re worried about the whole ‘past you being evil’ thing, don’t sweat it. Take it from a guy who knows, it doesn’t help to dwell in your past. You can either sit up here and stew in your regret, or you can go downstairs and start with a clean slate.” James probably knew better than any what it was like to have regret over past action. Even before the Winter Soldier years, he’d suffered survivor’s guilt. When he can Steve would rush into battle with a platoon of men, only to be the only two who survived… 

He believed that, if someone truly wanted to change, they should be offered at least one chance at redemption. 

Loki gave a faint smile at Bucky's advice as he retracted his hand, having given Bucky a small bow as they shook, a typical gesture in Asgard Loki has never managed to shake. "Suppose so, still I was planning on going to bed early tonight as it was a long trip out. I suppose I can start that clean slate tomorrow." Loki told Bucky as he came up to close the door. "Look forward to working with you, if your mentor is anything to go by I'm not sure if I should be looking forward to your training..." Loki said with a sly smirk.

Bucky let out a laugh. “Steve? Bah, his training is sissy stuff. Guy’s gone soft over the years.” He smirk spread across his face, a joker’s glint in his eye. “Just wait, I’ll show you what a [i]real[/i] training session is like.” 

James was joking of course, mostly. He [i]did[/i] have experience in training soldiers, both for the American army, and for…other people. He supposed teaching these kids how to kill people wasn’t very appropriate. But aside from that, how different could it be?

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then. Try not to get into trouble; makes me look bad.” With that, James turned and headed off down the hall to his own room. Speaking of training, he should probably hit up the gym before bed. Bucky always slept better after a workout. 

As Bucky though started to go into his room he could hear reading aloud as Nightwing had helped himself onto a seat, reading a love letter Bucky had left on his nightstand. "Oooo little love bird aren't you two? I didn't realize Black Widow had that kind of feelings in her." Nightwing teased as he got up from the chair, tossing the letter back over to where it was as he came in for a hug on Bucky. "Hey man you holding up alright so far?"

“What are you doing in my room, you little shit,” Bucky said, halfway defensive, halfway endearing. He snatched the letter and stuffed it into his nightstand drawer. It was something Natasha had left him, telling him about how proud she was of him and yadda yadda. It was the mushy kind of things that you would expect from two lovers. Not two assassins. 

He smiled as he turned back and excepted a one-armed hug from Dick, using his other hand to effectively noogie the younger man’s head. 
The first time they had met may not have been under the best circumstances, but Bucky had grown to befriend the boy wonder. Dick reminded James of himself when he was younger. He had yet to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “I’m holding,” He said once he released the boy. “I just keep my head down and keep working, you know how it is.”

That was a bit of an understatement. Bucky’s idea of ‘holding out’ was thrusting himself head first into missions and not giving himself long enough to worry about anything else. He was an army man, born and raised. He coped in the only way he knew how: fighting. 

As finally Dick pulled his mask off, stuffing it into the pocket of his suit's jacket. He gave Bucky a pat on the shoulder as his other hand went to fix his hair's mangled state after the noogie. Their friendship was certainly a weird one, as neither Batman or Captain America have ever seen eye to eye. Yet the both of them had histories that had familiarities to them, themes. Still having someone around who at the very least could put up the best fight outside of Batman himself was a great thing for Nightwing, competition was getting softer by the second.

"Yeah, I would've gotten here sooner but things got a bit crazy at the airport when I was trying to leave..." Dick took a seat back onto the chair he had sat in eariler. "Joker stole a small aircraft, Batman's looking into it but his men are out of the loop about this from what I can guess. I had planted a tracker on it but I haven't been able to pick up his signal yet." Nightwing sighed, between this and worrying about the team he had a lot on his plate. Still this was the name of the game and he knew that going in. "Either way I had to take a different flight out to San Fransokyo and drive over to here. Just got here not that long ago."

Bucky shrugged. “Business as usual. I’ve been here for a couple days. Steve and others wanted me to take a break. They think I’ve been working too hard. [i]I[/i] say that’s a load of bull, but when Steve Rogers tells you to take a vacation, what can you do?” 

It wasn’t a secret that Bucky was incapable of defying the other Cap’s orders. He respected Steve, a lot. It didn’t help that the man was almost always right. About pretty much anything. So if he wanted James to take some time off to play patty cake with a bunch of newbies, then that’s what he’d do. 
He didn’t think it was worth mentioning that SHIELD had been very avid about having him there, keeping tabs. 

“So how’s old Bats doing, anyway? Still got that permanent scowl?” 

"Just the same as usual..." Nightwing replied shaking his head. "So something I was meaning to ask you, Loki. I saw you going into his room... what do you think about it?"

Bucky frowned. He couldn’t say he didn’t see this coming. He understood Dick’s concern, but he stood by his belief that people could change if given the right motivation. “I think he deserves a second chance,” He said, folding his arms loosely. “You seemed to think [i]I[/i] did.”