The way men view women in movies is so funny because Rey with the Force shouldn’t be able to do all that and Carol Danvers with Superpowers shouldn’t be able to do all that but Singular Cop Dude with No Powers Trapped In A Building can take down 20 genius terrorists Alone (Die Hard)
"Rogers!" Papers flitted about to the ground, as Tony kept the remaining ones against the broad chest of the team captain. Eyes glowered at the tall blonde, "What the fuck did you do?!"
Steve's eyes were wide enough to draw confusion, but the pupils focused on him as though he knew, "Is this about Bucky?"
"Noo!" Tony ran his fingers through his hair, gripping at the strands. "Yes! Maybe!?" The genius paced around, wearing his thumb between his teeth, then whipping around as he kicked the papers. "Explain to me, what the fuck did you do to Bucky... Winter... THEM!" The engineer crossed his arms, hiding the light that the two men were drawn to. It didn't help that they had cornered him more times than he wanted to be cornered. The many times they found him somehow, pinned him, and made sure he wasn't leaving. The times he watched those bodies fall, and to his horror, blood smearing on his cheeks. Never mind not killing them both outright, because there should only be one Bucky. And not two who are... aren't right. "What did you and the band chucklefucks do to YOUR best friend?"
Frowning, the tall blonde tried that 'aw, shucks' thing, and the computer science PhD holder screamed at him to cut the bullshit, "He... wanted to be free of HYDRA completely. Not just the words but that part of him they forced into his brain. I wanted him to be."
Tony dragged his hands down, swiping up a paper, tapping at it till it crumpled under his grip. "You used magic and science!! Magic and Science, that HYDRA HAD USED! To split him from that..." Breathing through his nose, fighting the urge to strangle Steve, "You messed with something you had no idea about! You used a spell to split him!"
Not knowing what the big deal is, Bucky was normal, and that Winter part was still there, but at least he left them alone. Bucky was okay; he was home officially. He smiled and laughed. That suave 40s flirting he has. A charm. Winter was quiet, deadly, and precise. Unshakable. Angry. Steve didn't like it because it was that same quiet focus that he dealt with Rumlow and Red Skull. "He is better."
Eye twitching, Tony slapped him. He didn't know what else to do other than punch him in the mouth. Steve's expression was stunned, but Tony didn't give a damn. This was something worse. "You. Made. Two." Tony gripped his shirt. "You made two without knowing what would happen!?"
"What is the big deal? It is not like Bucky would hurt anyone. If anything, we should be concerned about-"
Watching the blonde's cheek blossom red, Tony made a sound close to a whine of frustration. That was it, wasn't it? Bucky was a good lad, and Winter was scary. Winter was a killer and Bucky a victim. No. Tony saw how they both moved. How they seemed to read each other's minds. How he woke up to both in the corner of his room. Cameras disabled. Fingers ghosting over his lips, his eyes going wide before he watched them leave. The only evidence they had done something unforgivable was the blood on his cheek and the taste of copper on his tongue. The way he knew they were not right in the head was the way Bucky was too calm and cheery. Winter was all-knowing and calm. Calm. Holding their collective breath. Tony knew. Tony knew as he shuddered at the fearsome arousal running rampant in his veins. He knew, too late.
Knew the team would be dumb enough to do this. Dumb enough to make this drastic choice. Desperate. Too good to be true. Tony's body relieved him of food from the night's dinner. He felt his mind screaming because what they did to "help" Bucky was nothing more than splitting him in 2 and amplifying the nature he hid so well.
"I am figuring out how to help Barnes. This is not good!" Turning away, he needed to get to his lab. He was going to figure this out, even if he had to become a damn wizard.
Barely taking a step, Tony felt a hand on his wrist. He felt a chill run up his body as he looked down the hall only finding a moving mass of shadows, the wicked glow of eyes. Then Bucky was behind them. Metal hand on Steve wrist. Steve bright and cheery, pulling back from Tony. Tony stumbling from them both, from the hall practically tripping, being held up by Bucky. Bucky who smiled to cheery, voice candence of boyish charm, "Steve, you and Tony good?"
Steve frowned with a nod, "He... wanted to put you and your... old half together again. He is worried."
Bucky smiled too wide, eyes crinkling as he stared at Tony, "Really?"
Swallowing nothing, Tony shakily pulled himself away, grasping the couch, keeping his eyes to the floor. "I... am just... concerned. Magic. Scary business, you know?" Haha, he wanted to run. His anxiety, his mind careening off the cliff, the unsteady shake, Tony felt light. Too light, then he looked towards the hall, the shadow showing Winter... Jasper. The quiet one approached, Steve grimacing.
"About?" Jasper hummed softly, looking at Tony.
The engineer shook his head, pawing behind him to make sure he had room to run. Jasper and Bucky's eyes were on him. Winter and James's features contorted to something dangerous, something that Tony can't stop the zing down his spine and the paling of his skin. "...You guys... maybe I am paranoid." Nodding, he ran. Holding back a yelp, he ran till he got to a car and drove. Never minding that he could still feel their eyes on him. He paused as the phone hummed out with a voice message.
Sam: his manical cackle, his posh laugh, his i am going to kick your ass laugh, his I am smarter than you laugh
Bucky: *squints at him* half of us have I am an asshole laugh, but no
Bucky: it is a gentle small huff of a laugh, that gradual builds to his hand covering his mouth as his shoulders shakes then a small stream of laughter follows. It is airy, delicate but very honest that he found my shitty morbid joke funny
College Drop Clint Barton and College Asshole Tony Stark, College Sweetheart Virginia Pepper Potts
Their technically adopted big Brother, Stressed out to hell James Rhodes.
All for what, to deal with three super captian americas, three super soldiers who are very much interested in the four hairbrained College or barely surviving adults.
Did I mention Howard Stark Jr. is alive, he has about a full head of Grey because all four kids are stressing him the fuck out and now they got weird ass heroes on their asses. Where is his gun.
Bucky: I am a complete degenerate when it comes to Tony
Bucky: When he is wearing his loose tank tops in the lab or a deep v-cut shirt, hell a few buttons showing his chest, I get foul. Sometimes I stare, it doesn't help that he has the arc reactor, and so it is like calling my name
Bucky: *sits up* then! Then sometimes he wears those baggy sweaters, but the sleeves are rolled up. I don't think people see the muscles, but I do... but maybe I am a dirty bastard who sees what he wants
Bucky: *starts pacing* then his pants, listen, who the fuck ever makes jeans, pants, slacks, and FUCKING KAHAKIS, are evil bastards! I heard him talk about others' asses being immaculate, even mine... but his... HIS is! AND HIS THIGHS. The legs!
Bucky falls over on his bed: I am a degenerate, I would suffocate anywhere on his body and die happy, I never thought I would be a thigh, ass, stomach, and chest man, but here I am. Tony has been eating too again, perfect muscle and squish... I am terrible...
Alpine: *stares meowing* *hops off the bed leaving*
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