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So close in a few places, but only just not xD Still a pretty good turnout :D
Tisfan Bingo
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Ohhh prompt 8 - Making homemade chocolates for their beloved with WinterIron please?
Revelations
An Avenger’s Academy AU - this is probably not what you had in mind, but this is what you get :D
Therewas a time and a place for revelations about love, and further, being in it.
They were not when watching one’scrush falter during a test flight and fall out of the fucking sky, but thereyou had it, and there Bucky was, realizing that, he was, in fact, in love withTony Stark.
About four seconds before heswerved into a tree, tearing off a dozen branches and then falling to the quadpavement with a clank.
Despite being all the way over byMadam Hydra’s class, on the far side of the Quad, he was the first one to getto Tony’s side. Tony was already popping open the faceplate and panting, hisface pale and strained and sweaty. If those were tears in his eyes, Buckywasn’t going to mention it, his own eyes prickling a little to see Tony awakeand alive.
“Holy cow,” Bucky said, dropping tohis knees at Tony’s side. “That was a bit of a fall, you– are you okay?”
Tony pressed his lips togetheruntil they were a flat, bloodless line. “No,” he finally admitted. “I, uh…well, the fault tolerance wasn’t supposed to do that, write that down, it’s notscience unless you write it down. And. I uh, think I broke my leg.”
Bucky winced. “All right there,doll, hold on.”
“To what?” Tony said, and thengasped in pain and astonishment as Bucky slid his arms under the injured geniusand lifted. Even with bits and pieces of the suit around him, Tony barelyweighed a buck-fifty, so it wasn’t like he was putting any strain on Bucky’slifting capacity. Bucky’d been known to lift cars, when he needed to.
(Not quite She-Hulk levels oflifting, or even Spider-Man levels of lifting, but he could carry Tony over tothe campus infirmary. That he was getting to put his hands on Tony and cuddlehim close was a nice silver lining. Not for Tony, however, who was breathinghard through his nose, eyes squinched shut as he fought not to cry.)
Bucky didn’t bother to tell Tonythat it didn’t matter, Bucky wasn’t going to judge. Bucky’d sobbed like a childevery time Hydra let him out of the chair, but he knew that would just makeTony feel worse. It wasn’t a contest, and pain was pain, butBucky knew something about not letting people see you suffer.
“You don’t have to do this,” Tonysaid, as they got closer to Claire Temple’s little clinic.
“Bucky Barnes, ambulance,assistance, musical composition, performance, and assassination, at yourservice,” Bucky said. He gave Tony a smile, sympathetic and friendly. “It’sokay, I like helpin’ you out.”
“Don’t tell me that, I’ll make youbring me cookies. And also, shoot Crossbones, because he’s annoying. Butnowhere important. Like, the brain would be a safe spot. He doesn’t use hisanyway. Also, you should come to the hospital and sing for me. Since I have tobe there anyway.”
“Cookies and singing,” Bucky said.“I can do that.”
“Really? I mean– I was kidding,unless you’re gonna, in which case, perfectly serious.”
“Perfectly serious,” Bucky said. “Ilike you. What kind of cookies do you want?”
“Chocolate chip,” Tony saidpromptly. “But not the kind with walnuts in them. I don’t like walnuts. Theytaste like tree bark, and I just recently reinforced that comparison.”
“Gotcha.”
Bucky put Tony down gently on thehospital bed that Claire jerked her chin at with a “Be right there.”
“So– I never had a broken legbefore,” Tony said.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Tony glanced at the wall, eyeswatering, then, without looking at Bucky, “Yes, please stay.”
“All right,” Bucky said, pulling upa chair. He offered Tony his metal hand and Tony twined their fingers together.“Moral support now. Cookies later.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Tonysaid. “About the cookies, I mean.” And then Tony managed to look at Bucky, atentative, questioning smile on his face.
Maybe Tony was having somerevelations of his own.
WinterIron with holding hands please? :)
@hogwartstoalexandria Prompt time yay! Winterironwidow - Hurt/Comfort fluff.
@celtic7irish Prompt: Tony & Avengers - Tony has a hand injury and the armor needs repairs. Mostly, I just want Tony & Avengers fluff. Please?
The Things You Do (To Yourself)
“What the hell was that for?” Tony snapped, the voicestarting in the modulation of Iron Man, and ending with the man himselfsnapping up the face plate so he could give Bucky one of those patented I am smarter than you, soldier and don’t youforget it glare.
“I thought itwould be bad for team relations if you blew up,” Bucky responded.
“I had it undercontrol before you charged in like a bull in a china shop,” Tony said. He triedto gesture, but pulled up short as one hand was pinned down by an epic craptonof building.
“Disagree,” Buckysaid. “You might have been able to disarm the bomb, I’ve no doubt. But what youdidn’t see, because you were concentrating on the bomb, was the shitheelHydra-wanna-be skinhead alt-right asshole with the remote detonator.”
“What happened tohim,” Tony said, because he would never admit that Bucky might have been right.
“Explosion,” Buckysaid. “They’re big, they’re messy, they get everywhere. People should rememberthat before they stand kicking distance from the blast radius.”
“Your kickingdistance, or a normal person’s?”
“What do youthink?”
“So, blast radiusbeing what it is, how did I get here, here being, I’m assuming, somewhat under thebuilding we were trying to save. Which, also, assumption time again, we failed.”
Bucky had, infact, looked around a little. “Uh, no. We’re in the parking garage next door? Idon’t know if the other one sustained structural damage or not. Little busydown here.”
“And let me guess,we’re out of contact–”
“Yeah,” Buckysaid. “Pretty sure there was an EMP with that blast. Now, at least thearc-reactor doesn’t have a problem with that, but everything’s down. Suitdidn’t reboot–”
“Yeah, Friday’snot here,” Tony said. “So, we wait. They’ll dig us out.”
“I wouldn’t besurprised if Steve’s up there digging concrete slabs out with his fingernails.”
“Man could use a manicure,”Tony agreed. He hitched a breath. “Need to work on that EMP problem, it’s beenan iss–”
“You’re injured,”Bucky said, trying to keep it as neutral as possible.
“You dropped abuilding on me,” Tony protested, then made a pained sound. “Yes, dammit. Ithink my hand’s crushed. If I had Friday up, she could tell me for sure, andthen–”
“I know you have apharmaceutical suite on board,” Bucky said. “Is there anyway to manuallyactivate the painkillers?”
“Yeah,” Tony said.“But I don’t–”
“You do. Let mehelp you. Talk me through it, I know you can’t move much.”
“You got a hexwrench shoved up your ass, or–”
Bucky reached inhis belt pouch and pulled one out.
“How in the nameof fuck do you–”
“DUM-E swiped itfor me a few months ago, after that incident with the Wrecking Crew. I thoughtit might be good if someone knew how to get you out of your clothes. Now, tellme what to do.”
“Take me on a dateand bring me flowers, I’m easy,” Tony said. Then, nodding, “there’s a hiddenrelease manual just under the left armpit. You have to use the hex to unscrewtwo – yeah, right there.”
It took longerthan Bucky would have liked to get into the suit’s manual controls, but Tonytalked him through it. Finally, the chest piece was opened up. “Leave the rightarm there,” Tony said. “If I’m too far out, the injection system won’t work.”He tugged his right hand out of the suit. “Ta-da.”
“You keep amedical shunt set up–”
“It’s a modifiedPICC line,” Tony said. “Temporary-permanent. I have to replace it about once ayear, but–”
“The things you doto yourself to fight crime,” Bucky said, shaking his head.
“You’re one totalk, Message-in-a-bottle,” Tony said. “It’s efficient.”
“Okay. This one?”
Tony took a deepbreath. “Yeah, uh, dial it up a bit. Now that I’m out of the suit, I think– Ithink I have broken ribs.”
“You’re gonna goto sleep on me?” Bucky dialed in a double-dosage of pain meds and musclerelaxers.
“Yeah,” Tony said,“probably. You can hold my hand and sing me to sleep, if you want.”
“Oh, I want to,”Bucky said, coming around to sit by the side of the Iron Man suit. “Here, youcan put your head on my shoulder, probably more comfortable than this rock.”
“I dunno,” Tonysaid. “They don’t call you a brick wall for–” Tony took a breath, shallowerthat time, and then…
Fell asleep.
When the team dugthem out, nearly two hours later, Bucky was still holding Tony’s hand.
*
Two days later,when Tony woke up in medical–
“Hey,” he said,turning his head to see Bucky sitting there, sprawled in an uncomfortablechair. Their fingers were still linked. Or, quite probably, linked again. Tonyhad a cast on one arm, and bandages around his chest. A cannula in his nose.And another tube he didn’t even want to think about, going other places. Ug.Decathing was so uncomfortable. “What’s this?”
Bucky opened thosebeautiful eyes.
“Flowers,” hesaid, voice hoarse, pointing to the table. “An’ if you’ll consider checkin’ youout of this dump as a date–”
“You’re aromantic,” Tony said. “I should have guessed.”
“Is that a yes?”
“That’s a yes.”