At last, Bucky cracked a grin, reaching out and ruffling Clark's hair. "Face it. You're stuck with us. We're friends now. C'mon, let's get you home, then I'll get Steve home, and we'll all be settled."

For Bucky, this was business as usual. Beat up some bullies, get Steve taken care of, and then make sure everybody got home safe. Even if, in his case, it was the orphanage instead of home. Just now, it was a barn.

A barn that was nicer than the orphanage.

Take that, Sister Mary Aquila.