“I don’t think you want it in your apartment. We’ll bring it to my dad’s house. Know your way around Long Island?” Tony is just going to spit an address at Bucky so either he makes sure to memorize it or write it down. Tony’s already packing up, extolling how cars are much more dangerous than aircraft, and will be out of the apartment in roughly two shakes.

He’s left behind that arm and the neural stimulator for Bucky because he never had any intention of doing more than dropping it off. He really wants to help the guy calibrate it but he has a feeling Bucky will be calling him in the near future to mess with it. At the very least.

For now, they have a dog to catch. And Bucky has a friend to wait for. Thankfully, he won’t be waiting too long. It doesn’t take more then twenty minute to run down the street for pizza.