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.𝚖.𝚒.𝚗.𝚝.𝚢. hi, minty here, 20, ozzie. and i ship tony stark with everyone prompts, edits, poor writings if i do so main blog : @iamirxnman

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update: my tags are not working, two i’ll be starting on Sunday to start drafting up chapter two for the superfamily and i have some other projects i’m looking at doing ( cause re-reading less than zero and oof it is giving me some Tony vibes ) anyway, i wanted to know if you would guys want winteriron or another stony one? as ironstrange is a coming

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●• 'tony & 'bucky | CHURCH

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Tony Stark   &   Bucky Barnes

ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ɪɴ   :    sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴇs    :    ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ

we loved with a love that was more than love. ― Edgar Allan Poe 

It was supposed to be a routine mission for the Winter Soldier but complications arose in the form of a man in a metal suit whom uttered out a name, hauntingly familiar. Bucky. In his fragmented mindscape bellowed violent winds of memories from a life that felt to be his own and yet so distant that it couldn’t be his. Violating by inquiring about the tincan man, only did it earn him the wipe of memories but with every blink memories transgressed flickered into his mind. He couldn’t control as every blink brought the past to life where his dreariest of his darkest fears seep out in a ghostly breath. Hand to hold him into the abyss as it so seemed. Pain that tried to reverse the blanks in his mind, failed. 

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⍟⎊   Super  Family    ⎊⍟

⍟⎊ chapter one ⎊⍟

ʏᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ :  ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴜʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

❝ you know what my old man used to say to me? one of his favourite of many sayings, ❛ the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.❜ ❞  ― Aldrich Killian

ʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ , at skyfall

sɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛ

❝ It started in Bern, Switzerland. 1999. The old days. I never thought they'd come back to bite me. Why would they? ❞

A smokescreen over the distorted image of himself nearing the end of his twenties. Dawning the end of the midst of his numbing himself with stimulates of that of spirits, no pleasure was there like there once was in his more youthful days. At this point and time it was a desperate attempt to escape from the torturous memories, loneliest in the sea of people all wanting him it was life's cruellest irony and the sleepless nights of the deaths on his hands from the mass destruction of his own creation. The unpolished version that only those who were there in those days know the truth and understand why Tony polishes over them when sharing stories, precaution to not open old wounds for Tony to fall back on. A casted shadow that trailed behind him of those he had wronged, never to bat an eyelash at a second thought of how his un-promised words or unspoken sentiments as he was too plastered to remember what he had for breakfast that day. Yet, remembered every project or theorem he was working on during those days, funny what the mind leaves out. Tony happened to be well-aware he wasn't a good person but who was back in the nineties? No, he can't blame time or anyone but himself for this certain demon.

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update: should have the first actual chapter of at skyfall series up tomorrow just need to proof read and add a couple of things here and there. thanks for the patience ! <3 

side notes: tony in 1999 was 29. that aldrich killian actually kills maya after the extremis-enhancement and also the founder and ceo of advanced idea mechanics just like depicted in the movie. not going into detail when tony and steve got together because that's another story for a later date, they have been together since 2012, married in 2013 and harley is technically their biological son {so he's seven} ― not going into science cause another solid oof, peter is their adoptive son (tony adopted in 2010 remember the little guy with the iron man mask cause his aunt passed away at the expo attack) and he is 17-years-old.

just things to note reading the up and coming chapter :) 

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Anthony Stark   &   Margaret Carter

ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ    ;    ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ

❝  I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.  ❞

― Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

there upon the rock he sat, where they craved their initials into rocks on the malibu shoreline, just to feel closer to his best friend, despite the fog that cloaks his mind. when james rhodes was deployed, it made tony feel isolated in a world surround by people but that’s the thing too many people and one can drown in the sea of them, too little people allows the flood gates to negative thoughts. well, tony smack bang in the middle of the whirlpool that formed between the two as at the time there was no in between. he totally felt alone in the world without his best friend in the world. the letters that went unanswered and unopened even from james to tony, he couldn’t bring himself to read the comforting words on the page, no.  he wanted to fade away. tony stark was fading.  trying to disappear. the merging into the lane to disappear here.  only to feel the weight of a familiar light as feather touch on his shoulder, peggy. oh, he didn’t want his godmother to see him like this and neither did he want her to leave him. so, she scooped him up in loving arms and without making false promises as he was to fragile to do so, took him home via scenic route, high hopes the salty air will keep him awake. just long enough for her to be able to walk him to bed and tuck him in, something she hadn’t dine since he was ten. though this time was different.  tony would forever be changed and would he ever tell?

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Robert Downey Jr 

❝  The lesson is that you can still make mistakes and be forgiven.  ❞

― Robert Downey Jr

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⍟⎊   Super  Family    ⎊⍟

ᴀᴛ sᴋʏғᴀʟʟ   :    ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ   &   ᴅᴀʏs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ

❝ we create our own demons. who said that? what does that even mean? doesn’t matter, i said it cause he said it. so now he was famous and that’s basically get said by two well known guys. i don’t, uh, i’m going to start again. let’s track this from the beginning... ❞  ―  Tony Stark

can be read on here as well archiveofourow

The first missile meant to send shockwaves through the structure of the mansion, rattle the metal frame which cement walls clung to and form cracks in the foundation. It had succeeded in that aspect plus the stunning of the occupants within the structure even if adrenaline drown out the initial shock of the realisation of what is happening made the father scurry sore limbs to draw an invisible line from his nervous system to awaken the autonomous prehensile propulsion suit or Mark XXXIX to encapsulate the most valuable thing in the tumbling structure, his son. Mark XL got blown to smithereens by that of the second impact broke the earthly chains that bound the manmade structure to set it free. Show time for Mark XLI only to have a shower of bullets from the flying machine above the crack in the ceiling, Tony was without armour on top of crumbling earth, at least his son was protected and out of the rubble raining building, a near miss of the sofa that aimed for his shins to dive into the briny depths. From overstepping to caught himself, only to step into the secure feeling of metal encompassing his body tightly like that of a hug from a friend, Mark XLII. 

He only had one shot at any attempt of them getting to the front of the house where his son stood on firm ground, palm angled skyward as the shadow of the tail covered him, bright beaming powerful blast emitted from his palm. What he hadn’t thought of was the chain reaction from the pilot and machine working against each other, thus was what broke the ceiling and leap for life from the iron clattered man trying to grip onto the steadier ground of the house, pulling himself up as he watched the helicopter get swallowed by the churning sea below. There he hung trying to hoist himself up, only to receive that of the grand piano to the shellhead causing him to topple into the waters below.

Propellers sliced at nothing but something altogether, air to high tail it out of the line of fire of three unknown helicopters, cameras that hadn’t stopped rolling since arriving at the Malibu mansion of one of Earth’s greatest heroes, Iron Man. Paparazzi had been waiting to get a photo of the man, the legend and not such a myth, accompanied by one of his two sons, the rumours that spread at wildfire capacity at the belief that he and Captain America had broken up, it may have looked that way on the onlookers perspective. The reason why Tony Stark was in town meant nothing and for whirling chops from copters to retreat back as the camera lens stayed of the atrocity of what once was a home, now turned to rubble from the third missile thus designed to kill. 

❝ Breaking news, warning that the live footage you’re about to witness may be disturbing to some, we’d advise you to send small children out of the room... The footage that is displayed on the screen is that of Tony Stark’s mansion being attacked on, it is still uncertain if the beloved hero and his son wherein the house on the initial impact. Anthony and Harley Stark-Rogers are now classed as missing persons. ❞

The global broadcasted reached out to every channel, showing the clips of the  attack on the Stark cliff mansion to all whom feasted eyes upon it though it wouldn’t be until the NBC editors zoomed in on the footage to behold the iron man armour trying to cling onto the dilapidating building only to be lost from the final explosion. That really added the pain into the chest cavities of Steve and Peter whom ended up catching it on the screens that happened to be muted from a called meeting by Natasha, both had believed it was to do with their mission but no instead it was as if someone shoved their hand through flesh and the charm like the opening of the rib bones to rip out each heart right in front of them, shock took over them. As ocean eyes  adverted from the screen to meet that of a  tear-stained cheeked son, causing the father to not be able to utter out a word of comfort. The shattering of his heart, shrapnel pieces ricocheting against jagged bones as Natasha droned on, he just watched the man he loves, loved, loves be swallowed alive by their vacation house and there was no sight of Harley, his breath caught up in the back of his throat as he swallowed back the air. The loss of his strength to use his legs, close the distance towards himself and his son, allowing his son to fell onto him, just cry and a quiet nod from an unspoken queue to get the quinjet ready for take off.

Fly over was gut-wrenchingly quieting from the freckled face teen staring blankly, being abnormally quiet until the outburst that came from nowhere from the urgency need to see what is left, see if there is a clue and the dying hope that they could be alive, a strong arm catching him just under his arm from the weight upon his own chest that he had realised that he was sinking to the floor of the jet or that he even stood. Calming words did nothing for his son, Peter. No soothing nor ease, just brought out more waterworks and if Steve didn’t have to be strong for his son then he’d be doing the same thing. 

There as the most haunting and yet taunting thing Steve has beheld ever in his life, the head of a suit damage on the ledge of where the front steps to the holiday house once where, now all ghostly images of what once stood here and what it once represented. A home for a family to seek time away from the chaos of the world, the family’s safe haven. 

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Aaand this beautiful Ironstrange request for ZeroKiryuu167 from twitter!! Who asked for some comfort 🥺❤️✨

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I am SOFT for Tony comforting Stephen about his hands... 😭🥺😭

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⎊۞    Supreme Family    ۞⎊

ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇʟʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ  :  ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ

books hold sanctity between the furnishing of ink and wood pulp, the truths that lie hidden and yet in plain sight of the universe, rips of pages turning paper cutting through the comfortable silence that has fallen between the three readers even if one was in astral dimension. the unspoken snickers between siblings as the youngest dared to poke the limp body of their father, daring nature of the child out weighed the warning of his older sister and the laughter that followed suit from his lantern flickers, horror of that seen a ghostly body of his father in which neither have ever seen and amazement that illuminated over her features when the father disappeared back into the astral dimension to continue on his odyssey through the pages but he turned to face his children instead of his slumbering body, peaking over book to gaze with a fatherly pride strumming the cords of his heart, harley almost innocent looking from this dimension despite the worn hardcopy case of The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft, the lantern that’s always alit throughout the night. then his gazed drifted a tad higher to that of his daughter, the rim of her glasses being seen over a thicket of colourful tabs on what he believed to be on every page, a waft of cold air from an unheard chuckle, she had an infectious smile that lit up stephen’s solemn features without a doubt whenever he needed a smile, he’d seek his daughter out. 

holograms of armour consume two sets of dark orbs, acdc swallowed the whole lab neither have the two given the thought to be swallowed whole but here they stood in the lab swallow alive by their upgrades, drowning out of music to really trick their minds in being in their own little world. a world covered in cables, will it be wired to last? who knows but what was known that if it didn’t work out they’ll never stop trying to improve their achilles’ heel to make it the strongest point. thus was true magic in the father and son eyes. more so when the son’s eyes land on the man whom he looks up to so much, observing to learn from the man through slight astonishment even if that is the look of a fool, the not so wise man felt the eyes of that of the so called fool upon him, he held the not so wise man up to highly but it made the man feel made of that of iron. a few words that sprung from a tongue made of springs made the spider drop from the focal pointed web as he had been caught. but there was no look of annoyance that creased over the older man’s face no instead it was that of fatherly love, that coaxed the father to ask for his son’s opinion. and for the rest of the night the two of them drunk seven more cups of coffee along with father learning from son and son learning from father. 

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⎊✪   Winter Iron Family    ✪⎊

ᴛᴏɴʏ sᴛᴀʀᴋ & ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs & ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ sᴛᴀʀᴋ-ʙᴀʀɴᴇs & ᴀʟᴘɪɴᴇ

secret keeper 

Peter and Riri are on a camping trip with their uncle Steve and aunty Natasha.

*ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ*

Tony working on a surprise gift for his husband, Bucky in the shed workshop out back of the farmstead. Unaware of the little eavesdropper whom snuck in without being noticed she had ventured from staring out the window at the alpacas to see what one of her fathers was what too and the goal to be taken to see the fluffy animals.  

Morgan: Whatcha doin’?

Tony: Highly top secret type of suff for pa. Do you think you can keep a secret? 

Morgan: Yup! *followed by giggles*

Tony: Maguna, that giggle tells me otherwise

Morgan: *pulls a face in Tony’s direction* I-I to can keep a secret

Tony: I’m going to regret this tremendously... *continues on to chat about a suit* but he doesn’t wear anything I buy him...

Morgan: Priddy colours but not for papa

Tony: When did you become critic?

And Bucky happened to walk in on Tony showing Morgan something that happened to be block from his line of vision by the back of his daughter’s head, once Tony caught Bucky in his peripheral vision there was a flail of arms of whatever the object hidden poorly under Tony’s shirt the action had his daughter in stitches and cause him to scoff upon the sight, he was about to playfully take the hidden object from his husband but a diversion in the form of his daughter skipping over to him, distracted him by the asking to see the alpacas... 

*ʙᴇᴅᴛɪᴍᴇ*

Bucky had the nightly duty of tucking Morgan into bed as he was the best at checking for monsters under the bed or in the closet and Bucky had away with spinning a story out of thin air, far more patient then Tony able to tell stories until the little one has fallen asleep from gentle words. Tonight was no different, the purrs at the foot of the bed were the guard cat sleeps, dip under Bucky’s weight sitting on the edge of the mattress as he finished up the third story for the night but Morgan seemed off, unfocused even by the story thus Bucky’s fleshy fingers brushed the hair out of her face to gain her attention back.

Bucky: Sleepy, little miss?

Morgan: *sluggish shake of a tired head* Nope just thinking colours

Bucky: Why you got colours on your mind? 

Morgan: Cause I don’t like the colours daddy chose for your suit... oppies! *covering her mouth out of shock*

Bucky: *chuckling out* Your secret is safe with me, my little secret teller. 

Morgan: *sleepy giggles* t-anks for keepin’ the secret *rubbing tired warm eyes and trailed by a long over due yawn* Think I might rest m’ eyes

Bucky: 'll be right here as you drift off to dreamland

Morgan: I love you lots, papa

Bucky: I love you tons, my little heart

Bucky placed a fatherly kiss upon the cress of her hairline then played the waiting game until soft snores of deep slumber lulling in the room, having carefully moved off the bed without disturbing her nor the white cat whom has claimed Morgan’s bed as pretty much its own. Looking back over his shoulder, switching off the lamp as the cool but dull nightlight protected the room from being swallowed by darkness. Linger of a scan over the room for another check before heading back downstairs towards where he had left his husband to his own devices. 

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⎊۞    Supreme Family    ۞⎊

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs  :  ᴄᴀʟᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs

tranquility sheaths over the sanctum santorum, every night it occurred on different times but always invoked the occupants of the dwelling to do what they always did that was tuck the youngest of the family in bed. times may be crazy for all the family members of a super family but one thing that brings them comfort and even normality into their lives happened to be that of wishing sweet dreams upon the youngest, reminding them of one of the many things they’re still fighting for. and the stories the bring light into the dark void of chaotic lives, laughs of secret jokes and most importantly to see that everyone is still in one piece. 

*the struck of eight thirty chimed through sanctum* 

though tonight was different, one of the children had prior obligations that happened to go a little longer then expected but he was there through a screen to not miss out upon a family moment. 

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Superfamily

ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏɴs  ;  ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ sɴᴀᴄᴋs

Steve  &  Peter

conclusion : Steve ends up making hot cocoa for the pair of them. Peter cuts the donut in half and the two have a heart to heart over half a donut, sipping over the warmth of the hot cocoa, just having a content fluffy father son moment. 

Tony  &  Harley 

conclusion : Tony wakes up tied to a chair in his workshop, facing the couch where Harley was working on his second bowl of candy. Snarky remarks cut over the hum of low machines, the surprise came from Harley placing a candy in Tony’s mouth thus their father son moment. 

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Steve Rogers  &  Anthony ❛ Tony ❜ Stark 

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ   ;   ɪs ᴛʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ

don't want to close my eyes. i don't want to fall asleep. 'cause i'd miss you baby. and i don't want to miss a thing. 'cause even when i dream of you the sweetest dream will never do. i'd still miss you baby. and i don't want to miss a thing.

  ―   i don’t wanna miss a thing, aerosmith

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Tony Stark  &  Steve Rogers

ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ  :  sᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ

you and i walk a fragile line i have known it all this time but i never thought i'd live to see it break it's getting dark and it's all so quiet & i can't trust anything now & it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake oh, i'm holding my breath won't lose you again something's made your eyes go cold...

― Haunted, Taylor Swift 

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Bucky Barnes  &  Tony Stark 

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸𝙸  :  𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ  :  ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ  :  ᴍᴇʀᴄʏғᴜʟ ғᴀᴛᴇ

Tony asking about the repercussions of cryostasis and if T’Chaka has people close to fixing the neurological damage, the king giving him wisdom filled words about how one cannot rush certain things, Tony took it on the chin that they had no footing at this point and time. A tug of disheartening hope upon his heartstrings of this being their last option, never did it come through as he mastered the art of keeping face years ago to be respectful to the king of Wakanda generosity. “Tony,” Bucky beckons for his lover’s attention, understanding Tony’s fears that are held in those doe-like eyes of his but Bucky just needed him here, to bid each other farewell before he takes his frozen nap. Tony excuses himself from the king, returning over to Bucky whom now stands in front of the machine, there is tightening in his own chest, clenching of his heart with every step, painful half-phased smile on his full lips as his eyes meet with those breath taking steel blues it brought a warm flutter amongst the coldness. “Sorry, I won’t talk shop while you’re still...” Tony couldn’t finish, still coming to terms with facing the world without Bucky by his side, squeezing his hand when he get’s frazzled minded and he refuses to even think about sleeping in the bed alone. 

Spluttering out the wobbliest of breathes, granted Bucky’s heart had been in a constant state of pain since they stepped into palace laboratories as this was bidding that of farewell to his newly wed husband, the ring not even allowed to hang around his neck for reasons beyond Bucky’s knowledge. A delicate cosy touch from a strong hand upon Tony’s jaw, following the structure of with his middle finger thus allowing his finger and thumb caressing over rosing soft cheek flesh. “You’re such a worrywart, nothin’ to worry about.” Bucky says gently, overthinking clouding over those chocolate orbs of Tony’s, causing a fleeting sigh from him. There was too much blood on his hands, that he couldn’t abort mission, having to see this through to the end even if it meant leaving Tony. He kept telling himself it wouldn’t be a long time. “Easy for you to say, seeing as your the one taking the nap.” Tony offered a pitiful smile, letting his head be cradled by the loving hand of his husband, yet his smile craved loving at the low raspy chuckle from Bucky. And there it was the snarky wit of his husband, Bucky shakes his head not caring his hair is hanging in his face as his steely eyes staring graciously over Tony, taking a moment to relish in his features, pale aureate skin that may have been a little kissed by the sun ― jesting jealous pang in his heart at the sun being able to kiss his skin while he quote on quote naps, those dark eyes that are framed with full long eyelashes, that a flutter of that makes him have to swallow on nothing. His thumbprint tracing under that full bottom lip, flicking his gaze to linger lovingly over them, re-embedding in his mind. “A nap that has been long over due,” Bucky words simple, slicing the dire need in himself, he has to do this to be able to have a somewhat normal life with Tony.

“We’re all ready for you James,” one of the overly polite masking over the slight annoyance from how long it is taking, earning a narrowing glare through clear lens from Tony. Bucky’s hand lightly re-directing his gaze towards himself, maybe a little to firmly from the wince flicking on Tony’s features, reflex kicked in to caress, unspoken sorry from three words without the other set of his trigger words, telling him it was now or never. “Yes, ‘m ready to comp― uh, just give m’ a second.” Bucky’s mind slipping and dipping, weaving into reality and control without control, tenderly his forehead pressed against Tony’s forehead. And the sudden grip on his right wrist from a soft calloused hand, the grip tightening more out of fear from Bucky halting from leaving or that’s how Tony saw things, selfishness dawning in the in compass of his mind. The cooling of the ring on a his wrist, Bucky found haunting and yet welcoming by it, a simple gold band with a ruby in the centre of it with cushion cut of the rough stone, simple in design and it was the one that stood out to him in the store that screamed Tony. 

Hair out of place that is left, not a pressing matter and glasses stay in place for once as if the inanimate object knew this was a pivotal moment. There was hesitation that built up to kiss Bucky’s firm but supple lips cause it meant goodbye or goodnight on his end and selfishly he wasn’t ready he need more time, more of Bucky, just more. It was unknown to Tony when his fist clenching tightly on the thin fabric covering muscles. “Maybe there’s room in that for the both of us, it looks bigger then that single bed we had to shar―” words ceased to be spoken from lips domineering over his own, leading him into a passionate filled kiss, heat gracing his cheeks. It was clear what this kiss stands for a goodbye, dripping with every emotion from love to that of longing that has yet to be felt by both parties. Tony’s fingers that belong to his right hand, start to massage just past Bucky’s hairline int he thicket of raven strands of luscious, health hair. When a sneeze in the far corner cracked the moment of lips on lips, seeping reality back into the foreground of their minds, flushing of two sets of cheeks as they part ways. Dark hues and steel hues stare in the daze of the kiss even if ruined, Tony’s tongue gliding over underbelly of his reddening top lip, an airy chuckle that barely audible to Tony’s ears as it was only for him. “Always wanting more,” Bucky breathed purposefully over the wet supple lips, another flush of heat freckled over fleshy cheeks. “Yeah-yeah, should be clear to you that I am greedy when it comes to you, actually you should be honoured.” Tony tried to bake his words to shield himself with slight humour, fingers leaving Bucky’s scalp which invoked slang in the corners of his lips. 

The solemn ten steps that took to lead them to the open door of the sleeping beauty casket or snow white it slipped Tony’s mind which one had the glass casket. Yes, grim thought but he felt that way, he was losing his heart here and somehow holding himself together, a front for Bucky and to protect himself from his own emotions. He has to be the strong one for Bucky. The help from sturdy flexing forearm from his glassy-doe-eyed husband into the pod, the raven-haired man turned as he stepped against the base of the cooling platform, making him tower not only over Tony which he did anyway but over the rest of the lab coats in the lab that was far from the movie made him to believe, they look like. Craning his neck down just as Tony’s hand reluctantly left his hand, the swollen bottom lip of his pout. “Can I get a smile, doll?” Bucky asked, desperate crave for a smile to send him off to be the last thing to send him off thus Tony buried the pain in his chest, mustered the ounces of happy memories to coax the peaceful smile widen on his lips. “Happy, now?” Tony asked before he quickly leant on the pod frame, quick step to press a haunting peck on the corner of Bucky’s lips, not the middle nor deep, short and quick but the meaning behind hidden kiss as it curve Bucky’s lip deep into the flesh of his cheek, a dimple form from a hidden kiss. Back strides graceful catching every stair as he descended, dark gaze not once leaving Bucky’s irises. As if just them in the room like the illusion of the kiss prior seeped back in. “I love you,” Ripped through the air and impacted against Tony’s ribs shooting him through the heart, the stifle of uneven breathes from the bleeding of his heart from pumping around words. The slow wheezing of the machinery of the door closing slowly, slow enough that Tony could slip between the door and Bucky but he stays rooted to the ground of a swaying tree after it has been rattle to its core by a hurricane, it should’ve fallen in the storm but it didn’t and now must stand alone.

 “I love you too, so-so much,” Tony managed to get in before the door sealed close, glass finally broke as a shard of glass glided down his cheek freely, follow by another and then another when a friendly hand clasped over clavicle and comforting words from one of the wisest men he’s ever know, went unheard from trying to remember how exactly to breath again even when it is the body natural response to do so but logic out the window. Once regained the loss of breathes, teeth grind over each other to clench his jaw, inhaling deeply through his nose before exhaling out through now relaxed, ajar teeth. “Thank you for everything, you and your people have done for us and still doing, I express my gratitude in words this point and time.” Tony thanked from the brought of his heart even if his tongue lagged from the swelling of aloneness consuming his heart. T’Chaka gave an unspoken nod in reply, giving comforting squeezing on fabric. “We’ll be in contact with you, Mr. Stark. I shall give you sometime, see about that plane to take you back to the states.” The calming voice washed over him, allowing it to soak in now. “Thank you, again.” Tony had few words being able to roll from his tongue, appreciative of the king’s big heart. Once the weight was gone from his shoulder, coaxed a couple more strings of tears from his eyes and the king left with his guard following on his heels.

Stood at the base of the ascending stairs to few to call a staircase but not less then to call a few steps, it was to keep out of the way of the daily routines that happen in the laboratory. Not daring to close the distance between himself and the glass, may end with him ripping the door open. So, he just stared up at his peaceful looking husband, reaching down to twist the wedding band on his finger, trying to comfort himself. The way the light engulf over Bucky’s body making him look more like an angel, peaceful and content, where pain and suffering cannot get to him and that brought piece of mind to Tony. Chocolate orbs taking the slight crease lines near his eyes from smiling, smile lines that heavily came from moments spent between the two of them thus those smile lines bring a smile that will be forever with him, sniffing quietly to himself as he wasn’t completely alone couple of scientists worked around him and pod that incased his beautiful man that has encapsulated his heart with love and all the good stuff.  Brought his clasped hands close to his chest, thumb still twisting the gold band around the base of his finger until his thumb rests on top of the ruby. Knowing in his heart in hearts this had to be done even if it left him hallow it would be for a short time surely. Besides Bucky wanted this and Tony wasn’t going to tell him otherwise, feelings pushed aside. 

Time ticked away, never did he believe he drown in the shallows of his heart and yet he stood without the comfort of Bucky’s love, don’t give Tony that mumbo-jumbo about how he’s in spirit because well his damn spirit is anchored into the muscular vessel of Bucky’s body. How the yearning begun for those strong arms to be encircled tightly around him to give him a sanctuary of arms and warmth. Thus brought the thought of sleeping alone, something he hadn’t done in a couple of years now and he never thought he would have to again, no snuggles and no one dragging him back to bed from tinkering to long in his lab. There was plenty of things that will hit Tony later on, his head was hazed with pain and cloaked in heartache from a love he can’t touch nor see. As Bucky needed his slumber to give them time to find away to fix his brain from the rubble shambles left in the wake of HYDRA.

So, he’ll let Bucky rest as Bucky deserves some sort of peace. 

It was time to leave, T’Chaka stood tall with his hands behind his back and friendly smile that reached his eyes as if to say he’s safe here and Tony deep down knows he’s in the safest place.  Puffing out his bottom lip further, tears staining his cheeks, missing the frames of his glasses that have darkened to shield his eyes, hunched forward shoulders and one last longing look at the man in the pod. “Sweet dreams, my sweet prince. We’ll be reunited soon,” turning his body ready to leave, sledging his soles across the floor, dipping his chin to stare at the ground. “I love you and miss you already.” One last goodbye to his beating heart encased in glass, solemn walk of a broken hearted man. 

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