Meet the Granny - Bucky & Tony
Tony raised an eyebrow with another smug smile curling around the edges of his lips.
“I thought that we were already decided on the children? Didn’t we have that conversation already – a small football team, be the new Brangelina, then you divorce me and take half of everything and we go on huge scandal trying to separate the kids, and years later we get back together, I have it all planned out really…” He was rambling to ease his tension, but his eyes kept working around the place, it actually didn’t seem all too bad or different if he ignored the way people looked at the car, but with Bucky close to him the smile found it’s place back on his lips and he slid an arm around his waist.
“I don’t think that they are any pictures of me as baby, maybe pictures of me from France. But I don’t think you would have any luck convincing Howard to show you those.” Another snort parted his lips. Tony wasn’t even sure if Howard knew where the pictures were.
When James mentioned the ring his eyes travelled down to metal around his finger and it made him smile, catching a shine from the sun it reflected warmly. Such a small thing yet it made him smile every time when he saw it on his finger, so he just followed him as Bucky lead them to the apartment door, and Tony did raise a brow in consideration, that they could just say fuck it all, and leave – go somewhere sunny and they didn`t have to worry about nothing, it was quite tempting and he was never one that could resist his temptations. Tony sucked in a deep breath as if to hold himself back from making the wrong decision and shook his head. No, they had to do this, he had to meet his relatives and Bucky had to face his mother.
“Yeah, I think we’re good.” Tony finally said nodding towards the door, adjusting the bag between his fingers once more. Whatever happened – happened. “I can’t imagine spending Spring Break anywhere else…okay maybe I can, but beaches and strip clubs next year. Or I’m going to have you meet my father, an eye for an eye, yeah?” He chuckled at his own joke at the idea of introducing Bucky to his father.
“Let’s go.” He leaned to take one last kiss from him before they entered.
“We decided?” Bucky chuckled. “I don’t know, I think it was more, you told me and then it was already decided. But I think we can skip that whole divorce bit. It sounds like too much of a cliché.” He didn’t say anything when Tony pointed out that he’d have to ask Howard if he wanted to see pictures. So, basically off limits then. He’d seen Howard Stark in better moods, when he was checking in with the team and on Steve. But since Tony’d admitted he was dating, or at least screwing a football player, Howard hadn’t come back and Bucky wasn’t sure what would happen if he did.
“If you’re sure…” It was tempting, running off for strip clubs or beaches or just their room back at school. Tony’s room, Bucky corrected himself. “Next year,” Bucky repeated. Next year he’d be enlisted, but that wasn’t something they needed to talk about right now. There was enough stress as it was and enough to worry about. Instead of dwelling on it, Bucky opened the door to the apartment and pulled Tony in after him.
“Granny, I’m home,” he called out into the apartment. “And I brought Tony.” He scanned the living room and took the few steps to glance into the kitchen, which was empty. “Is she out?” he asked, mostly to himself and turned back to Tony. “I guess now’s the perfect time to show you my apartment. Here…” Bucky took Tony’s bag and started off down the hallway. “On your right is the bathroom and on the left…” Bucky pushed the door open and nodded through the threshold. “…is my room.”
Bucky walked in and was thankful the place wasn’t a complete mess. He put the bags on the bed and waved Tony in. “So, this is where I grew up.” The room was fairly simple, a bed, a closet, and a simple wooden dresser and desk. There were knick-knacks, souvenirs from Coney Island, and football trophies from his younger days. Also, he’d collected a few pictures of his family and him and Steve together as well as a few drawings. “It’s not a lot, but it’s home.”
