“I live here,” Tony said, maybe a little too quickly. “My dad and mom have a house in Long Island but it’s not really my speed.” All of the rich and famous had mansions on Long Island. It was what the gentrified Brooklynites all dreamed their retirements would look like.

So Tony was still being difficult and he had the good sense to know it at least, because he sighed and frowned at Bucky.

“Shit. Guess I get to sleep in my old room again huh? Your little sister is probably going to insist on the master. She runs a hard bargain.”