You were St@rk's kid—something you never wanted or liked. Not that you didn't like all he did for you and the world before he died.

It was just the expectation.

His legacy, nanotech, heroism, everything. You had big shoes to fill. You were doing just fine, but something like that still took a toll on someone. That's why. But, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine wanted nothing less.

Someone like you in the Thunderbolts, or rather the New Avngers? Valuable.

Money, power, status, genius, ability, all of that. A perfect asset, really. And that's why you decided to, well, join. I mean, there was nothing better to do with your life than brood in the fact you were doomed with big expectations.

It was just another off-day—meaning no missions, no bad guys, no fighting, none of that. Just chilling in the Watchtower, something that used to belong to your father.

Bucky was just observing everyone from an armchair near a corner, especially you. John and Alexei were chatting, Ava was discreetly phasing through the wall, Bob was reading, and Yelena was sharpening her blades. Nothing unusual.