//Everything said in Russian will begin with a bolded word.//

When Bucky had first landed in America, the first thing he noticed was the weather. As he stepped out of the private jet, the sun immediately beat down on him and he flinched.

"Mr. Stark and the rest of the Angels are waiting at the Tower," A chubby man says, opening a car door and Bucky and Natasha hop in.

"It's so goddamn hot in this county," Natasha mutters, and the mans eyes flicker up in confusion. "The air. Could you turn on the air?"

He nods and does as he's told, rolling up the windows and begins the car. "So you two are from Russia?"

"Yes," Natasha says like he had just asked if she's an adult. "We are. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, no no, not at all. It's just that your English, it sounds perfect. No accents, grammar problems."

Natasha hums. "We had a very strict teacher."

"Oh."

"He is annoying me," Bucky grumbles, turns his head and looks out the window. "How much longer?"

"About five minuets or so. My name is Happy, and I'll be driving you around for the time being. If you have any questions, feel free to ask-"

"When will Ja-Bucky be able to start shooting?"

Leave it to Natasha to get straight down to business.

"Tomorrow," Happy says. "The other Stark Angels are at the Tower waiting to meet you."

"How many others are there?"

"Seven others."

"Their names?"

Happy looks at Natasha through the mirror and smiles. "You'll find out in just a moment."

The car stops in front of a very large, very expensive building, and Bucky tugs nervously at his collar. Natasha had insisted he wear a button up shirt and tie, and he definitely sees why.

"Don't be too friendly, okay?" Natasha says, linking her arm with Bucky's and pushes open the door. "I've heard that these Stark Angels are the real deal and they're vicious. Do not let your guard down and-"

A door to their left is thrown open and a man comes barreling out. Bucky quickly sidesteps him, but Natasha doesn't and ends up the one with an arm full of blond man.

"Excuse me, my lady," He says, patting her shoulder as he straightens his shirt. "Are you unharmed?"

"You piece of-"

"Nat," Bucky snaps, shaking his head and she quiets down. "She's fine."

"Thor, oh my god," Another man exits the room, doesn't even see Bucky and Natasha as he smacks Thor in the arm. "You've gotta stop messing around like that or you'll end up flying through a wall!"

"I was only making fun to entertain the others while the new Iron Angel arives!"

"These are the vicious men you were talking about?" Bucky snorts, and Thor and the other man turn.

"Ah! You must be Bucky! I am Thor, and this my dear friend Clinton."

Bucky nods, shakes their hands and really tries not to let it show that Thor's grip had actually hurt him.

"Guys!" Clint shouts. "Get over here and greet the newbie!"

A total of five men strut out of the room, each introducing themselves as Steve, Pietro, Sam, T'challa, and Loki.

But Bucky like to give people nicknames. And it's not really a trait that Natasha favors, but he does it anyways. So far, there's Blue Eyes, White Hair, Teeth, Muscles, Grumpy, Blondie, and Goofy. Yeah. He doesn't have many friends.

Blue Eyes steps forward, extends his hand and shakes Bucky's with much enthusiasm and a warm smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, Bucky."

Bucky forces a smile, one that he uses to blind the cameras with his perfect teeth. "Likewise."

Muscles just kinda stands in the back with Grumpy, staring at anything but the men surround them and Bucky dubs them as the loners of the pack.

"Well, now that we've officially met, it's time to meet the boss man!" Goofy says, motioning to the room.

Bucky nods, follows the others into the room with Natasha by his side.

A man sits dramatically in the center of the room, smoking a cigar until he sees Bucky. He props it on a table, stands, and floats over to him.

"Bucky Barnes! Welcome to the Stark Angels!" Zoolander announces, hitting Bucky's arm and laughs as he shakes out his hand. "Youch! That hurt. Ha, ha.. no seriously, Clint, go get me an ice pack before I start bruising."

Bucky watches as Goofy nods, skipping away with a dumb smile.

"Anyways. I'm assuming you want to hear about the next shoot, am I right?"

And then Natasha, stylist and agent, steps in and takes over, telling Bucky to socialize while she deals with Stark.

"So," White Hair says. "Is your name really Bucky?"

"Oh my god, Pietro," Goofy appears by Bucky's side with a pack of ice. "You can't just ask people if their names are real or not!"