Though Tony might be pouting at all of his beautiful masterpieces going unused, his attention was drawn away from that almost immediately when Bucky didn’t immediately jump up, find his pants, and bust out of the side of the chalet. The older man blinked slowly, as if he wasn’t prepared for this sort of response, and then nodded. “Uh-- Yeah. Stay as long as you want. Doubt Rogers wants to risk another deep freeze incident so you won’t be bothered.” Itchy fingers, still a little clammy, were wiped from thigh to knee before Tony stood up. “Help yourself, there’s food in the kitchen.”
Alcohol was once again on his mind as he left Bucky alone in the beautiful, dark room with the bright white snow visible through the windows. If it was calming for a guy who had probably never felt safe over the course of the last few decades to just hang out awhile, looking at the mountains, Tony wouldn’t stop him.
He poured himself something to drink, pulled on a parka, and went to stand out on the deck. There wasn’t much of a wind so the air was relatively warm. He left the coat open, sipping on the scotch in his glass, and watched the edges of the sky. Part of him expected to see a lone figure trudging through the snow, but there was no one and nothing save for some trees that weren’t completely covered in white, a snow mobile under a tarp, and a bit of an orange glow at his periphery from the fire that had been lit for him when he arrived that morning.
He kicked at the snow that had drifted onto the porch and then leaned against the wooden support beam. He’d probably go back home tonight and let Bucky enjoy the place on his own for awhile. Rhodey would probably wonder where he was after too long anyway.
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Alcohol was once again on his mind as he left Bucky alone in the beautiful, dark room with the bright white snow visible through the windows. If it was calming for a guy who had probably never felt safe over the course of the last few decades to just hang out awhile, looking at the mountains, Tony wouldn’t stop him.
He poured himself something to drink, pulled on a parka, and went to stand out on the deck. There wasn’t much of a wind so the air was relatively warm. He left the coat open, sipping on the scotch in his glass, and watched the edges of the sky. Part of him expected to see a lone figure trudging through the snow, but there was no one and nothing save for some trees that weren’t completely covered in white, a snow mobile under a tarp, and a bit of an orange glow at his periphery from the fire that had been lit for him when he arrived that morning.
He kicked at the snow that had drifted onto the porch and then leaned against the wooden support beam. He’d probably go back home tonight and let Bucky enjoy the place on his own for awhile. Rhodey would probably wonder where he was after too long anyway.