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As much as Tony loved to travel, he preferred to do it in a private charter jet or, at least, in first class. The Army didn’t seem to understand the importance of his comfort, however, nor did they stop to think that a civilian might not want to be shoved into a jumpseat with fifteen of their finest unwashed masses. He appreciated the escort, considering where they were going for the demonstration of a new smart shell he’d developed in hopes of gaining a better foothold on defense contracts with the Defense Department, but he wasn’t sure that these men had showered much in the last few days.

Despite his general brilliance, Tony was more showman than he was R&D expert. That wasn’t because he lacked engineering genius, but because he couldn’t do everything. Hiring the best and the brightest to work for him only actually worked for him if he could be the face of the company and sell their products.

Sure. He dabbled. But dabbling didn’t keep a few hundred people employed and a technology business afloat. Just ask Zuckerberg. Or those idiots that sold Instagram to Zuckerberg. Or Google.

The plane rumbled beneath him as the pilots started take off sequences and Tony tugged on his restraints with a mix of mild dread. It didn’t get any better when one of the buckles popped loose either.

The man could create stuff out of 50s science fiction but he couldn’t get the belts to work? He cursed under his breath and fumbled with the straps.

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Tony was an idiot if he thought nobody understood. Bucky understood, he had been there too, he knew how overwhelming and difficult being out was. Not only Bucky, but there were countless other people in support groups across the country that had been through similar, so Bucky wasn't buying any of this as an excuse.

Bucky swallowed hard, and then stood back up looking genuinely hurt. Which he was. He knew Tony could be difficult, but this was some next level shit, and it wasn't fair to expect him to do all the work.

"Fine. You want to "be there without being there", wish you'd told me sooner. Come on, Tony, don't do this, don't make me have to always be the one fighting. Be honest with someone once in your goddamn life, the world isn't gonna end if you admit you need people."

Tony rolled his eyes. He’d just asked the guy to stay for dinner, a clear sign that he wanted him present he thought, but he was too self destructive to say it in those simple phrases.

Though he knew Bucky could understand what he was going through, better than anyone, he had such a strong support system. He had a truly loving family, the littlest ready to wheel and deal for him.

It was crazy. Tony didn’t feel comfortable with that. He felt so Other that he might as well be in an anthropology novel from the 1920s.

But Bucky was persistent. And Tony was feeling grateful that the man was even here. Letting him go wasn’t an option. “Listen. You know I need you.”

"Yeah, I know, but what you're not seeming to get is that I need you too."

Bucky's voice has lost its frustrated edge, at least, though he still looks tired when he sits back down again and fixes Tony with an intense stare.

"That's why you can't go running off on your own like that, because you're not the only one who needs someone to be strong. I need it to, and I need it to be you, before you give me crap about having Steve and the girls. They don't get it, and I don't want them to get it, they shouldn't have to know what going through all of that stuff is like. You and me, Tony, we're brothers now, so the next time you try and run out on me, I'll treat you like a dumb little brother and give you a noogie."

He leans back and sighs, heavy and loud.

"Now bring on those burgers, I'm starving."

A few words to relay their order, and then a few more words to yell at Ms. Potts through the speaker system over their order, was all it would take. She couldn’t be too mad at him. He mostly ate well and this was special company. Tony was never great at entertaining, he most got drunk and let the caterers and his assistants clean up for him, but he could serve up some burgers without it getting too deep.

Tony wanted to know what Bucky has been up to, more than his interviews would suggest, but he did a lot of quiet staring instead and pressed his lips together until their food arrived, still wrapped from In and Out Burger and served on China.

Fancy.

“Where’s the rest of the Barnes clan?” Not what he planned to ask but he kept expecting that little blond to jump out at him.

"The girls have gone back home, they have school and college, they can't afford to take any more time off. Steve should be there too, but he insisted on staying with me, I think he thinks I'm never going back to New York if he doesn't strong-arm me into it."

He shrugs, he knows that Steve isn't too happy about Bucky coming here today. He seems to think his friendship with Tony is some kind of Stockholm Syndrome, and that Tony is going to lead him further into ruin. But sometimes Steve was wrong, and in this case he wasn't going to bully Bucky into changing with a few huffs and some worried glances.

"Figured I'd know better when I was heading back to Brooklyn, when I knew if you were heading back to New York too?"

“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.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, looking sort of confused.

"You met Lizzie when you were in hospital? I didn't know that, she didn't say. Sorry if she was pestering you, she's-- she's a really bright kid, but she can be a bit much sometimes."

Although then what the rest of Tony said caught up with him and his other eyebrow joined the first up in his hairline in surprise.

"We're not moving in with you, we've got our own places. But if you don't like your folks old house then sell it, move in somewhere else, nobody says you have to stay there."

"Yeah, can't sell it." He didn't want to talk about his encounter with the youngest Barnes for some reason. That she hadn't told anyone gave her huge marks in his book. She could be tough and loyal and-- You didn't see that in adults, let alone kids. Tony liked that. "And I'm not exactly made of money. I don't bleed hundred dollar bills. Why aren't you moving in?"

Bucky was direct so Tony was just going to be direct right back, lips pressed together in an exaggerated grimace.

"Can't say I'm running away if you literally live with me."

"Don't give me that, Tony, you might as well bleed hundred dollar bills. If you wanted to get yourself a new place in New York, even without selling the one in Long Island, you know you could."

He was pretty sure that Tony could buy most of Brooklyn for himself, let alone not afford one extra house. But if Tony wanted to torture himself by living in his folk's old home, then that was his business.

"And I'm not living with you, that just gives you more excuse to hide inside. At least you have to venture into the outside world to meet me if I'm not right there."

"So that's not going to work for me," Tony said immediately. He felt better with Bucky simply being here. He wasn't going to mess with that dynamic. "If it's got to be Brooklyn, then you and the girls will have to move in with me there. It's going to be a brown stone. It's going to be bourgie. There will be a massive oil painting of someone no one remembers hanging up in the foyer."

If he stacked enough crazy into the request, by the time that they whittled it down, there would a better compromise for him.

Namely? Bucky would stay with him.

He didn't think that would keep him inside more, though. He still would be back and forth to California.

For just a moment or two Bucky appraised Tony silently, weighing him in a way that most people didn't bother to do when faced with Tony's mad demands. Maybe because he understood Tony, he had come to know him intimately and he knew that these demands were usually a mask for things he truly wanted or needed.

And apparently he really needed Tony living with him.

"Okay... I'm willing to talk about it, but it's gonna take some working out because me and the girls, and Steve, are gonna want to help out with rent and stuff. But maybe we could find a way to make it all work. No weird bourgie painting, though."

There. See? Throw in one crazy painting and you get what you want. "Rent..?" That sounded dumb. Rent wasn't a word that Tony ever used. It felt weird in his mouth and on his tongue. "Or. And hear me out here. You stop thinking of this as charity and more of a favor to me."

Bucky had a way of making him reveal his hand. Why? Had the guy been paying that much attention? Did he actually remember...?

"You can go house hunting for me. And put whatever rent you think you're going to pay me into college funds for the girls. Especially that runt. She's got a mouth that will probably get her expelled a few times."

Was he smiling? Yeah he was. Tony didn't like kids, as a general rule, but she was different. Annoying, but still different.

"Four of you. One of your bestie. Something with at least four floors and an elevator. Top floor is mine. I don't want monthly protests from the people downstairs because I'm using palm oil."

Tony wasn't so sure that Becca and Steve, especially Steve, would understand that this really was a favour for Tony in the same way that Bucky sort of did. They were very proud people and would hate the idea of charity, Steve would detest feeling indebted to someone like Tony.

Somehow Bucky imagined a tough time convincing everyone this was a good idea.

"You're kidding, right? You want somewhere with four floors and an elevator, just for five people? Me and the girls lived in a two bed apartment at one point, with Steve on the couch, we don't need so much space."

This was quickly getting out of hand.

"And you're gonna have to tell me what you and Lizzie talked about to make you care about her getting a college fund."

"You're seriously going to make me Zillow this stuff aren't you? I'll send Pepper. If your older siblings want to stay in their house, that's fine with me too." It's not like he wanted Rogers around. Quite. The. Opposite. The ones in college could probably stand to get their own places. That would make life easier.

Tony would still isolate himself away from a gaggle of Barnes Family Values but Bucky would be there. On hand. On call. That might be all Tony really needed to feel safe again.

That, or he could work on building himself a suit of armor, but that seemed excessive, honestly.

"Your sister just wants an internship. That's all. If I don't give her one, she'll be hustling poker by the time she's five." He had no idea how old she was. Kids tended to all look the same.

"...she's ten, Tony."

Five. Jesus. The man really hadn't spent any time around children, had he? Perhaps time with the Barnes clan would be good for him, make him feel more like part of a real family who loved one another. Not people who only cared about one another for their money, connections, or achievements.

"But fine, fine. I'll have to talk it over with them before I can give you an official okay, but I'll do my best."

He wanted to stay with Tony, but he wasn't going to cast aside his family and choose one over the other.

Family wasn't a word that Tony liked. It wasn't a word that Tony found even remotely useful. He would have wrinkled his nose in disdain at Bucky if the guy happened to open his mouth. It was bad enough that he was attempting to use the term Brother when talking about him.

No... Thank... You.

"Okay. Talk. I'll fly out and see some properties." Brooklyn was a notoriously difficult place to find housing in. The Barnes family happened to have done fairly well in a rent controlled apartment, but with the whole place converted factories and tenements, Tony's dollar wasn't going to stretch too far. Then again, he had connections.

There was bound to be a few story Brownstone waiting around to be sold to him.

"How long as you here for, Barnes?"

"I reckon I can push it to a week, tops, before Steve literally kidnaps me and drags me onto a train."

He knew that taking a train to New York from California was a very long journey, unlike the few hours by plane, but he'd requested to go that way. Something about the change in air pressure, and being trapped in a thin metal tube, no longer sat well with him after all he'd been through.

"You know, I really did tell him off for coming after you that way. I asked him to wait til you were out of hospital, but Steve's kind of stubborn and his heart rules his head a lot of the time. He is a good guy, though, honest."

"Different strokes," was all that Tony could honestly say. He didn't think that Rogers was an acquired taste, he didn't think he was anyone's taste at all, but obviously Bucky liked him and Tony wasn't in the business of dictating who other people got to hang out with.

He could even swallow a lot of unpleasantness until his idiosyncrasies caught up to him.

"It's fine. I got the feeling that most of your people don't do well with instruction. Don't know how you got promoted to Sergeant actually."

"Because I'm really good with a gun."

Or maybe because he used to be, he's not sure any more, whether losing his arm might have affected how he holds his body and therefore how he aims. But then again, he didn't expect to ever have to use a gun again, so who the hell cared?

He pushed to his feet only to flop down almost on top of Tony and fling his remaining arm around his friend's shoulders, tugging him in for a hug whether he wanted to or not.

"You'll have years to come around to them all, Tony, just give them a chance, okay?"

Oh, he wanted it. It had been the first time that he allowed someone to touch him in a month. Pepper tried to hug him once after rushing in when he was having a night terror and, though he hated to admit it, he shrieked and fell out of bed.

He knew Bucky. Everyone else was pain. So much pain.

Tony shifted so that the other man was better against him, pressing into the gap between arm and chest, and draped one leg over the arm of the couch. His hand reached out so fingers could wrap around Bucky’s wrist, lightly, without a holding pressure.

“Hm.” His face contorted. “There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for you. You suck.”

Bucky would understand if Tony told him about that. He'd always been fairly tactile with the people he loved, and he still was, but only on his terms. He couldn't stand people coming up on him from his left now, it felt too vulnerable without an arm there to defend himself, and if he wasn't prepared for a touch then he could lash out. He'd already given Steve a bloody nose once.

Thank God Steve was used to getting a bloody nose.

"You don't mean that, pal, you love me really. And you already like Lizzie, so that's one down, you just have to not hide on your 'floor' or whatever the hell you end up getting to live in."

“I can do what I want. It’s my floor,” Tony groused but didn’t really mean it. He wasn’t going to stay hidden in his palace, not when Bucky was roaming beneath him somewhere. He would just have to make more strategic appearances if that combative blond was going to be there too.

Tony didn’t want to give anyone a bloody nose but he felt like Steve Rogers’ nose was sort of a magnet for fists. He was just that infuriating. Bucky probably had to spend their entire youth trying to keep the kid out of danger.

He would have to ask about it sometime.

You know. When he decided to care.

Tony tilted his head back against Bucky’s shoulder, lightly flexing his foot at the ankle over the armrest. “And I need peace and quiet. I’m working on my next breakthrough.”

It felt comfortable to have Tony nestled against him. Tony had been the one presence amongst the terror and the pain that had been on his side, the one that helped him rather than hurt him more, and so he was intrinsically a place of safety in the way that nobody else was. Steve and the girls, he loved them dearly, but he'd have to learn to trust them in his personal space again.

It's probably one of the reasons why Steve had been so pissy about Tony, and so unwilling to even try. He had never been second fiddle with Bucky for anything before, it had to be weird to see that happening now.

"Yeah? What kind of breakthrough, do I need to start taking cover now, or do I have some time?"

“Uh, thought I’d dabble in robotics,” replied the man who revolutionized the industry. “Something with more autonomy. Sentient vacuum cleaners, learning television sets. Implant prosthetics. All the things a crazed mad scientist might want under his belt before he hit his mid forties.”

He’d already improved the AI inside of a Roomba so it could scan a space and detect dirt rather than just map every square foot of a room and make note to cover every inch. And he’d improved the AI of a television too so that it learned not to play those sad child and animal commercials and would change the channel whenever a commercial came on and change back just before the show started again. Limbs, though; were harder.

Mostly because he had all of his and trying to get his brain to control a third arm was incredibly difficult, even when he set it up to mirror his left arm rather than act as a tertiary limb.

“You probably have a few months before any of them gain the ability to Skynet us.”

"Prosthetic limbs, huh?"

Bucky wasn't as much of a moron as he appeared, and he could appear to be quite the moron when next to the dizzying intellect of a bona fida genius. Tony had never been interested in artificial limbs before, despite what other robotics work he might have been doing, and he doubted it was a coincidence now.

"So if I guinea pig one of those for you down the line, is it going to turn out to be evil? Like it'll want to kill people and I'll have to end up in a battle royale to destroy it before it destroys me? Because I've gotta tell you, I've seen that movie and it doesn't end well."

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