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Bucky’s fingers froze on the keys, a dark cloud passing over his face before he could stop himself. It wasn’t anger so much as…frustration. He understood completely why Tony might hate him, but at the same time, he remembered all that he’d done – including Maria and Howard Stark – without Tony rubbing his face in it. When Tony speaks up again, he looks up at him, his face still cold. “Thank you,” he says. “Some stuff. Classical, mostly.”
The air was tense for a moment. The silence stretched between the two before Bucky decided to speak up. The voice he used was cold, clinical, making Tony internally wince. Yeah ok, that was his bad, if someone popped certain jokes around him he wouldn’t be happy either. Taking another deep breath he rubs his face. Feeling tired he shakes his head. “ Self-taught? My mother demanded me to take lessons when I was younger, I threw a fit of course but A stark always get’s what they want.” He tries to offer, trying to cool down the tension.













