Tony looked at Bucky with a moment of annoyance that dissolved immediately into warmth and affection. He set his hands up on Bucky’s shoulder and his bicep, knowing full well that this was more like a dance move and that he was making himself the female component in that dance, but it pleased him to be held this way and spoken to this way enough that it didn’t do more than flash through his mind before exiting.
“Where did I just go?”
The answer, which Bucky gave, was that he’d gone to see Loki.
“And Loki is a sorcerer.” That wasn’t something that he couldn’t say, it was a point of pride for the alien. “A sorcerer who has a track record of doing something in particular to people that go against what he wants.”
Such as mind control. Of a sort.
“Especially when it has to do with something he’s trying to get his hands on.”
Like the Tesseract, for instance.
Tony tilted his head to the left, sighing at the thought. “I’m probably not going to get any help so I have to do this part alone. And then…when I get some answers… I hope you’ll help. It’s not HYDRA,” he tacked on. He could see that fear.
Bucky hadn't been around during the first Loki crisis, HYDRA hadn't seen a need to unfreeze him although he likely would have been deployed if the Avengers had failed to stop the invasion as quickly as they had. But he had done a lot of research during his time on the run, and so he gathered what Tony was talking about quite quickly.
His expression darkened, anger making him look dangerous even as he kept Tony in his arms with a strangely tender touch. To think of anyone using mind control on people that he cared about was abhorrent.
"I'll make sure he understands not to do that again, but we need to find a way to get it out of you. Isn't-- I read somewhere that Barton was under his control once, how did he get out of it?"
He wouldn't particularly enjoy cognitive recalibration as a method either.
It was good to have someone on his side. Tony didn’t tell Bucky not to be ridiculous or not to put himself in danger. He liked that someone wanted to stand up for him, that someone had his back, and if they were going to work on this being a partnership, this was the way that they should be reacting towards each other. Tony felt fully confident in what Bucky said. It wasn’t a shallow promise. If anyone could protect him, or could help him, it was this man right here, the one with the delightfully possessive hug.
“I think Romanoff hit him really hard on his head,” Tony said. “Please don’t do that. Oh, that reminds me, I might have a blood clot in my brain that I need to have scanned for.”
He probably shouldn’t have said that out loud and he immediately touched Bucky’s cheek to stop the worry from starting.
“You always have brain clots so don’t get started on me. I just want to be cool like you.”
Tony's attempt to forestall any worry wasn't going to work, he knew that their situations were very different. Bucky had the serum to help him survive this crap, and it came in regular intervals because of the mechanics inside his brain. Normal blood clots were unpredictable and deadly to most people.
"If you think you might have something like that, then we need to get you scanned and sorted as soon as possible."
“The second I have a second, I promise I will,” Tony said, a little annoyed with himself for having said anything. Why did he have such a hard time keeping his mouth shut? Tony wasn’t going anywhere though, not with Bucky’s arms around him, not with those dark blue eyes staring daggers into his soul.
Tony rolled his eyes.
“FRIDAY, thorough scan focused on the occipital and stem portions of my brain. You’re looking for a shadow or a deviance that probably won’t look like much.” FRIDAY said she’s start the scan now, but there was a snarkiness to her comment, as if she didn’t do a thorough job of scanning her Boss constantly already.
And yet, there is was. That shadow. That lodged clot just waiting to be broken off.
Tony rolled his eyes.
“Don’t suppose Banner is still Hulking out...?” He did not want brain surgery.
If Bucky had harboured any further unsure scepticism about the validity of Tony's talent to see future events, it disappeared when the shadow on his brain was verified. That wasn't something that could just be guessed. He felt a coldness pass over his heart, a fear of losing one of the precious few things he had gained.
"Banner isn't a surgeon."
Bucky didn't care how much Tony trusted the man, he wasn't a qualified surgeon and he wasn't about to let anyone but the best operate.
"We need to contact a hospital and get you admitted. Forget everything else, you can't help with the invasion if you're dead."
“I’m not a surgeon either,” Tony complained but Bucky was already off thinking he could save the world by saving him. Tony had to march after the other man, not overriding any commands but certainly giving Bucky a sort of what gives face at whatever he might be doing. “Listen to me, I don’t want just anyone in my head. One little nick and whatever I am could be gone.”
There were points where he had an aneurism and died in his sleep. There were points where it never dislodged and he was fine. And in at least half of the scenarios he could see folding out in front of him when called, he lost his intelligence. He could function as a human but he had trouble speaking. Or he had a stutter. Or worse, his hands refused to cooperate.
“James— This is too big. It’s too much. Will you stop and listen?! If something goes wrong, I’m going down anyway.”
He’d kill himself. He knew it immediately even without the visions telling him that he would.
He stopped and turned to look back at Tony, heart in his throat and a pleading look in his eyes. Had Tony already seen that this was pointless? Did he know that the clot would kill him, or that any surgery would go wrong? Had he already resigned himself to dying from this?
It couldn't be.
"Tony, please-- You can't walk around with a ticking time bomb in your head, not now we know it's there."
He shouldn’t have said anything. He should have left it go. Sometimes he wished he could learn to think before he spoke but that obviously wasn’t happening any time soon and the cat was already out of the bag.
He was just scared. There were success stories but mostly there were complications. And Loki wasn’t in his life to make sure he pulled through with Asgard’s help. Relying on someone he absolutely hated wasn’t what he wanted to do either, and given his last encounter with the trickster, it was a moot point.
He and Steve were barely talking. Banner was gone again. The world was going to shit and now he was going under the knife?
He was just having trouble looking at Bucky and saying no.
“Let’s see if we can book at least a halfway decent surgeon?” he offered, but since his name was gold and money was no object, finding a slot on the best surgeon’s table was annoyingly easy and FRIDAY already had an appointment for him and an OR spot for that evening.
Bucky had already known that he liked FRIDAY, the artificial intelligence had always been kind to him and didn't have a physical body to threaten him with. She had helped him gain mastery over his own space, get new clothes, and generally feel more human. Perhaps it was because she was an extension of Tony, a manifestation of his genius, that he liked her so much.
But now he liked her because, even though she was a construct of Tony, she was willing to piss him off when it was for his own good.
"Good, book it, this evening works great. Tony, pack a bag, night clothes and whatever else you think you might need. Nothing else. I don't care what else you're working on, I don't care about Thanos, or Loki, or anything but you. Got it?"
Guy gives him and handjob and now he’s getting brain surgery to appease him.
That wasn’t really how Tony felt but he wanted to hold onto the the cynicism for as long as he possibly could do so. His heart was aching fericely, less out of fear for himself and more out of fear for what might happen to a man who wasn’t equipped to care fo himself much less anyone else. He lightly touched his arm without saying anything and headed up to his room.
“FRIDAY, I need a Will. Immediately.” She let him record it quickly and he finished it all in one take without writing anything down. Hopefully no one was going to have to see it but one never knew. “And if something goes badly... well that’s where you come in, my girl FRIDAY. I can’t ask James to do it. So I’m going to do it myself. If I wake up and my parameters fall below this level.... and if I can’t do it myself, send a bubble into my heart through the IV. I want a DNR on file if I’m a vegetable.”
“All right, Boss.”
He didn’t need to pack. He was always packed. But he touched his hand to the reactor in his arm and sighed. He didn’t bother to follow any threads. He already knew the possibilities.
Bucky would have been devastated if he knew that Tony was making a will. He had been alone for so long, and even now he felt oddly alone. He knew that he had a bunch of people who wanted to help him, and at least two who greatly cared about him, but he felt as though he wasn't entirely a part of things a lot of the time. He struggled even to feel human some days.
Tony had been the first friend that he had, the first person that he had kissed that he had actually felt something for beyond just a way to spend an evening with a frivolous girl, and he didn't want to lose it. It wasn't fair to gain something, finally, and then lose it.
He would be ready at the door to take Tony to the hospital like the bodyguard he had been years ago, glaring at every doctor and surgeon's assistant who even looked at him, despite them doing their best to put their billionnaire patient at his ease before he went under the knife. Only when the surgery actually crept up on them, did he lean down and press a fierce kiss to Tony's forehead.
"You can't die, I need you. I'll be here until you get back, okay? Right here."
Bucky would be alone for a long, long time. A brain surgery wasn’t easy to begin with, and with a brain like Tony Stark’s there was absolutely no room for error at all.
No one bothered to come out and tell the waiting man what progress they were making. He was just an employee for all they knew, though as the nurses watched him sitting and waiting in the same position, the man who brought down the Accords, the Winter Soldier, was becoming more and more obvious.
They gave him a wide berth after that.
Strangely, it was Steve Rogers who would approach him some twelve hours later. He’d tried to call Tony and FRIDAY, suspecting that Bucky might need someone, tipped Rogers off to location and time.
He was in blue jeans and sneakers and a bright white T-shirt. “Hey Buck...?”
It was probably for the best that the nurses and other staff gave him a wide berth, because the more he worried, the less human he felt he became. The urge to grab some of them as they passed and impress on them just how important it was that they do everything in their power, or to just demand answers as to what was happening, was insane.
After this long, he wanted to break into the damn OR and stand in the corner so that he could watch and make sure that the surgeon was doing everything that he damn well should be doing.
At least Steve got there before that could happen.
Both the person that he wanted to see the most and the one he wanted to see the least, what with how confused he was over the love he felt and the how he should reconcile it with who he should be with. It didn't stop the initial feeling of seeing him being one of relief, and for a moment he looked vulnerable.
“Never really thought of you as a glass half empty sort of guy,” Steve said, keeping s chair between them in the waiting room. He was doing his best to be a good guy here, to give everyone their space, but it was natural for him to gravitate towards Bucky and now he knew, at least partially, why.
He’d never thought he would end up with the other man. It never even crossed his mind. So this wasn’t a hardship, knowing he was with someone else. What hurt was that he had no idea if he’d even be allowed to be this guy’s friend again. And friend...
That was the only thing he was worried about being today.
“If anyone can survive this, it’s Tony. And we both know that.”
He wasn't a glass half empty kind of guy, but he was a realistic kind of guy, any sort of positive optimism long since swept away. It had been gone before he had even fallen from the train; he had been a different man after Steve had pulled him out of that facility the first time, but the war had been going on and there hadn't really been time to talk about it or fix it.
Bucky ignored the chair in between them and crossed the room to drag Steve into his arms, his head dropped onto Steve's chest to exhale shakily.
"He talked about it like it was some kind of joke, like he was just trying to keep up with me."
That might make more sense if he had ever told Steve about the mess in his head and how easily he could die from it at pretty much any time.
"I kind of hate him a bit for not caring about his own safety enough... it's a familiar feeling, Steve. You were always like that too."
“That might be the only thing we have in common,” Steve said, and instantly regretted it. He wanted friendship with Tony. He’d always wanted it. He had Howard hadn’t been great friends and he had wished he could have changed that. Plus, he knew that Tony was a good guy. He knew he was a really good guy and it bothered him so much that he couldn’t just come out and say that without the other man deciding it was a joke or, somehow, a slight.
He held Bucky for as long as Bucky wanted to be held and it both hurt and felt right to hug him.
“I think he gets more boastful when he’s scared. He probably didn’t want to worry you. How did they even... how did they find the clot? Was he acting weird?”
Weirder than usual. He did not come out to say that.
He didn't know whether Tony wanted his abilities told to others. It wasn't that he wanted to lie to Steve, he really didn't, but he also had a duty to not tell secrets that had been put into his care. He was silent for a moment before he chose a half truth.
"FRIDAY scanned him, she does it all the time, you know how she worries about him."
That was true, but it had come because Tony had already known and told her to do it, Steve didn't need to know that, though. He remained against him for a few more moments, before pushing back and away.
"You should talk to him more, he likes you, he's just scared you don't like him."
Steve was silent for a moment, just talking down into Bucky’s hair. Breathing it in. He closed his eyes. He could still hear the guy telling him how much he wanted to kiss him and that made his grip a little tighter. Bucky should get to have everything he wanted—. And if that meant playing nice with his... boyfriend... Well that wasn’t much of a hardship.
“I hurt him pretty badly in Siberia,” Steve said. “The first time around. I found out a little later that I crushed his breastbone. Not that he had much to begin with because of the reactor socket but.. he’s never brought it up. Not once. He’s never held it against me. The only thing he’s ever thrown back in my face is friendship.”
Tony wanted to be important to him and Steve let him down.
He chose Bucky, who he hadn’t even found at that point, over Tony. And that’s what set it all off.
“I’ll do better. I promise you.”
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Steve was the one person in the world who he knew was good, deep down in his soul where other people had darkness, Steve was a true hero. It didn't matter that he had muscles now to match his heart, he had always been a true hero, and he thought that was why he was the leader of the Avengers and the one that everyone looked up to.
"Thank you."
He knew it had to be hard. He had swallowed a hell of a lot of jealousy when Steve had fallen for Peggy Carter, like a knife every time he saw them together, this could be no different the other way around.
"He needs someone to look up to, I think he's lost a lot of faith in the goodness of humanity and the world. I know if anyone can give that back to him, Steve, it's you."
“I don’t know about that,” Steve said with a slight edge of hopelessness to his words that he was doing his level best to clear up. “Tony and I don’t get along all that well but I’m going to make more of an effort not to let him get to me. He’s a good guy, deep down. He really is.”
Because if he wasn’t, Steve would step in. Bucky deserved the best. And maybe Tony was the best for him, Steve didn’t know. Not yet. He just had to give the guy a chance. Besides, he trusted Bucky to make good choices for himself.
Even if it would have been so very, very easy to try and get more out of the guy he’d been in love with since the moment he laid eyes on that smile of his.
“Have you eaten anything? Let me get you something. Coffee…water…anything.” He needed to be useful.
Bucky didn't have nearly the same faith in himself to make good choices as Steve seemed to have in him, he was unpractised with choice of his own now and often made bad ones just based on his gut feelings at the time. But it was touching to know that Steve trusted him.
"I don't need anything."
His body could last for a while without sustenance. Not that it should, the serum meant that his body burned through calories faster than any normal person, but he could because he had been trained to do it.
"All I need is for you to be here, Steve. Anchor me, wait with me."
It was a strange thing to be in a hospital and not actually be the guy in the bed hooked up to machines. Steve didn’t know what the waiting room was like. His mother died at home. Field hospitals were mostly just tents or taken over abandoned buildings in hostile territory during the war.
Sitting in hard plastic chairs? He wasn’t good at that. He ignored the texts and the calls that came in, discreetly flipping the ringer off just as a nurse tried to approach them.
He stood, knowing that Bucky was a little intimidating, and went to meet the woman halfway so that she could let her guard down a little and stop giving Bucky a glare like he might attack. “How is he?”
“He’s out of surgery,” she said. “The doctor will be out in half an hour or so to explain but they were successful on removable of the clot. They’ll keep him unconscious for at least another day since they want to keep him from moving, but you can go in to see him in an hour.”
Bucky should have a lot of experience with this, he had spent most of his childhood in fear of Steve's life, but a lot of that was a blur now. Just one unending memory of worry, rather than sharp details that might help him cope with how to sit and wait while someone else he loved was in danger.
He was relieved when the nurse said the surgery had been successful, but that didn't translate too well onto his expression. He still looked as though he might bite through the solid wall as he swept out of the room so that he could pace outside of where they were keeping Tony for that hour, and then was at his side.
He would still be at his side when Tony woke up that day later, but he'd be fast asleep on the chair next to the bed. Steve, stood at his shoulder, would be the one to greet him in a low voice.
Tony felt like he’d been hit with a truck. When he woke up, it was like his entire body was on fire and then dunked in ice. His nerves were coming back to life, and though he’d been easily patched up with Helen Cho’s technology, the bone that they had drilled through was still open and the swelling of his brain, a tissue her technology couldn’t repair, pushing against it, was making his waking life a misery. The sound of Steve Rogers’ voice?
Well that just added to it.
Tony groaned. His mouth was like paper, his tongue rough, but he reached forward to take hold of the guard rail just to have something under his IV hooked up hand.
When he opened his eyes, they were unfocused, the pupils pinpricks, and that was when he started to laugh. It was a dry, horrible sort of sound, one that continued as he wriggled his toes and flexed his fingers.
“Wonderful. I feel wonderful,” he lamented between those oddly crazed laughs and turned his head away from Steve. “Thanks for your visit. Leave cards and candy on the table.”
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Tony looked at Bucky with a moment of annoyance that dissolved immediately into warmth and affection. He set his hands up on Bucky’s shoulder and his bicep, knowing full well that this was more like a dance move and that he was making himself the female component in that dance, but it pleased him to be held this way and spoken to this way enough that it didn’t do more than flash through his mind before exiting.
“Where did I just go?”
The answer, which Bucky gave, was that he’d gone to see Loki.
“And Loki is a sorcerer.” That wasn’t something that he couldn’t say, it was a point of pride for the alien. “A sorcerer who has a track record of doing something in particular to people that go against what he wants.”
Such as mind control. Of a sort.
“Especially when it has to do with something he’s trying to get his hands on.”
Like the Tesseract, for instance.
Tony tilted his head to the left, sighing at the thought. “I’m probably not going to get any help so I have to do this part alone. And then…when I get some answers… I hope you’ll help. It’s not HYDRA,” he tacked on. He could see that fear.
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His expression darkened, anger making him look dangerous even as he kept Tony in his arms with a strangely tender touch. To think of anyone using mind control on people that he cared about was abhorrent.
"I'll make sure he understands not to do that again, but we need to find a way to get it out of you. Isn't-- I read somewhere that Barton was under his control once, how did he get out of it?"
He wouldn't particularly enjoy cognitive recalibration as a method either.
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It was good to have someone on his side. Tony didn’t tell Bucky not to be ridiculous or not to put himself in danger. He liked that someone wanted to stand up for him, that someone had his back, and if they were going to work on this being a partnership, this was the way that they should be reacting towards each other. Tony felt fully confident in what Bucky said. It wasn’t a shallow promise. If anyone could protect him, or could help him, it was this man right here, the one with the delightfully possessive hug.
“I think Romanoff hit him really hard on his head,” Tony said. “Please don’t do that. Oh, that reminds me, I might have a blood clot in my brain that I need to have scanned for.”
He probably shouldn’t have said that out loud and he immediately touched Bucky’s cheek to stop the worry from starting.
“You always have brain clots so don’t get started on me. I just want to be cool like you.”
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Tony's attempt to forestall any worry wasn't going to work, he knew that their situations were very different. Bucky had the serum to help him survive this crap, and it came in regular intervals because of the mechanics inside his brain. Normal blood clots were unpredictable and deadly to most people.
"If you think you might have something like that, then we need to get you scanned and sorted as soon as possible."
That had now become priority number one.
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“The second I have a second, I promise I will,” Tony said, a little annoyed with himself for having said anything. Why did he have such a hard time keeping his mouth shut? Tony wasn’t going anywhere though, not with Bucky’s arms around him, not with those dark blue eyes staring daggers into his soul.
Tony rolled his eyes.
“FRIDAY, thorough scan focused on the occipital and stem portions of my brain. You’re looking for a shadow or a deviance that probably won’t look like much.” FRIDAY said she’s start the scan now, but there was a snarkiness to her comment, as if she didn’t do a thorough job of scanning her Boss constantly already.
And yet, there is was. That shadow. That lodged clot just waiting to be broken off.
Tony rolled his eyes.
“Don’t suppose Banner is still Hulking out...?” He did not want brain surgery.
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"Banner isn't a surgeon."
Bucky didn't care how much Tony trusted the man, he wasn't a qualified surgeon and he wasn't about to let anyone but the best operate.
"We need to contact a hospital and get you admitted. Forget everything else, you can't help with the invasion if you're dead."
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“I’m not a surgeon either,” Tony complained but Bucky was already off thinking he could save the world by saving him. Tony had to march after the other man, not overriding any commands but certainly giving Bucky a sort of what gives face at whatever he might be doing. “Listen to me, I don’t want just anyone in my head. One little nick and whatever I am could be gone.”
There were points where he had an aneurism and died in his sleep. There were points where it never dislodged and he was fine. And in at least half of the scenarios he could see folding out in front of him when called, he lost his intelligence. He could function as a human but he had trouble speaking. Or he had a stutter. Or worse, his hands refused to cooperate.
“James— This is too big. It’s too much. Will you stop and listen?! If something goes wrong, I’m going down anyway.”
He’d kill himself. He knew it immediately even without the visions telling him that he would.
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He stopped and turned to look back at Tony, heart in his throat and a pleading look in his eyes. Had Tony already seen that this was pointless? Did he know that the clot would kill him, or that any surgery would go wrong? Had he already resigned himself to dying from this?
It couldn't be.
"Tony, please-- You can't walk around with a ticking time bomb in your head, not now we know it's there."
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He was just scared. There were success stories but mostly there were complications. And Loki wasn’t in his life to make sure he pulled through with Asgard’s help. Relying on someone he absolutely hated wasn’t what he wanted to do either, and given his last encounter with the trickster, it was a moot point.
He and Steve were barely talking. Banner was gone again. The world was going to shit and now he was going under the knife?
He was just having trouble looking at Bucky and saying no.
“Let’s see if we can book at least a halfway decent surgeon?” he offered, but since his name was gold and money was no object, finding a slot on the best surgeon’s table was annoyingly easy and FRIDAY already had an appointment for him and an OR spot for that evening.
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But now he liked her because, even though she was a construct of Tony, she was willing to piss him off when it was for his own good.
"Good, book it, this evening works great. Tony, pack a bag, night clothes and whatever else you think you might need. Nothing else. I don't care what else you're working on, I don't care about Thanos, or Loki, or anything but you. Got it?"
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That wasn’t really how Tony felt but he wanted to hold onto the the cynicism for as long as he possibly could do so. His heart was aching fericely, less out of fear for himself and more out of fear for what might happen to a man who wasn’t equipped to care fo himself much less anyone else. He lightly touched his arm without saying anything and headed up to his room.
“FRIDAY, I need a Will. Immediately.” She let him record it quickly and he finished it all in one take without writing anything down. Hopefully no one was going to have to see it but one never knew. “And if something goes badly... well that’s where you come in, my girl FRIDAY. I can’t ask James to do it. So I’m going to do it myself. If I wake up and my parameters fall below this level.... and if I can’t do it myself, send a bubble into my heart through the IV. I want a DNR on file if I’m a vegetable.”
“All right, Boss.”
He didn’t need to pack. He was always packed. But he touched his hand to the reactor in his arm and sighed. He didn’t bother to follow any threads. He already knew the possibilities.
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Tony had been the first friend that he had, the first person that he had kissed that he had actually felt something for beyond just a way to spend an evening with a frivolous girl, and he didn't want to lose it. It wasn't fair to gain something, finally, and then lose it.
He would be ready at the door to take Tony to the hospital like the bodyguard he had been years ago, glaring at every doctor and surgeon's assistant who even looked at him, despite them doing their best to put their billionnaire patient at his ease before he went under the knife. Only when the surgery actually crept up on them, did he lean down and press a fierce kiss to Tony's forehead.
"You can't die, I need you. I'll be here until you get back, okay? Right here."
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Bucky would be alone for a long, long time. A brain surgery wasn’t easy to begin with, and with a brain like Tony Stark’s there was absolutely no room for error at all.
No one bothered to come out and tell the waiting man what progress they were making. He was just an employee for all they knew, though as the nurses watched him sitting and waiting in the same position, the man who brought down the Accords, the Winter Soldier, was becoming more and more obvious.
They gave him a wide berth after that.
Strangely, it was Steve Rogers who would approach him some twelve hours later. He’d tried to call Tony and FRIDAY, suspecting that Bucky might need someone, tipped Rogers off to location and time.
He was in blue jeans and sneakers and a bright white T-shirt. “Hey Buck...?”
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After this long, he wanted to break into the damn OR and stand in the corner so that he could watch and make sure that the surgeon was doing everything that he damn well should be doing.
At least Steve got there before that could happen.
Both the person that he wanted to see the most and the one he wanted to see the least, what with how confused he was over the love he felt and the how he should reconcile it with who he should be with. It didn't stop the initial feeling of seeing him being one of relief, and for a moment he looked vulnerable.
"...what if he dies, Steve?"
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He’d never thought he would end up with the other man. It never even crossed his mind. So this wasn’t a hardship, knowing he was with someone else. What hurt was that he had no idea if he’d even be allowed to be this guy’s friend again. And friend...
That was the only thing he was worried about being today.
“If anyone can survive this, it’s Tony. And we both know that.”
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Bucky ignored the chair in between them and crossed the room to drag Steve into his arms, his head dropped onto Steve's chest to exhale shakily.
"He talked about it like it was some kind of joke, like he was just trying to keep up with me."
That might make more sense if he had ever told Steve about the mess in his head and how easily he could die from it at pretty much any time.
"I kind of hate him a bit for not caring about his own safety enough... it's a familiar feeling, Steve. You were always like that too."
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He held Bucky for as long as Bucky wanted to be held and it both hurt and felt right to hug him.
“I think he gets more boastful when he’s scared. He probably didn’t want to worry you. How did they even... how did they find the clot? Was he acting weird?”
Weirder than usual. He did not come out to say that.
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"FRIDAY scanned him, she does it all the time, you know how she worries about him."
That was true, but it had come because Tony had already known and told her to do it, Steve didn't need to know that, though. He remained against him for a few more moments, before pushing back and away.
"You should talk to him more, he likes you, he's just scared you don't like him."
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“I hurt him pretty badly in Siberia,” Steve said. “The first time around. I found out a little later that I crushed his breastbone. Not that he had much to begin with because of the reactor socket but.. he’s never brought it up. Not once. He’s never held it against me. The only thing he’s ever thrown back in my face is friendship.”
Tony wanted to be important to him and Steve let him down.
He chose Bucky, who he hadn’t even found at that point, over Tony. And that’s what set it all off.
“I’ll do better. I promise you.”
Guess who? That's right, it's me! No more work for two whole weeks
Steve was the one person in the world who he knew was good, deep down in his soul where other people had darkness, Steve was a true hero. It didn't matter that he had muscles now to match his heart, he had always been a true hero, and he thought that was why he was the leader of the Avengers and the one that everyone looked up to.
"Thank you."
He knew it had to be hard. He had swallowed a hell of a lot of jealousy when Steve had fallen for Peggy Carter, like a knife every time he saw them together, this could be no different the other way around.
"He needs someone to look up to, I think he's lost a lot of faith in the goodness of humanity and the world. I know if anyone can give that back to him, Steve, it's you."
YAY!!
Because if he wasn’t, Steve would step in. Bucky deserved the best. And maybe Tony was the best for him, Steve didn’t know. Not yet. He just had to give the guy a chance. Besides, he trusted Bucky to make good choices for himself.
Even if it would have been so very, very easy to try and get more out of the guy he’d been in love with since the moment he laid eyes on that smile of his.
“Have you eaten anything? Let me get you something. Coffee…water…anything.” He needed to be useful.
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"I don't need anything."
His body could last for a while without sustenance. Not that it should, the serum meant that his body burned through calories faster than any normal person, but he could because he had been trained to do it.
"All I need is for you to be here, Steve. Anchor me, wait with me."
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Sitting in hard plastic chairs? He wasn’t good at that. He ignored the texts and the calls that came in, discreetly flipping the ringer off just as a nurse tried to approach them.
He stood, knowing that Bucky was a little intimidating, and went to meet the woman halfway so that she could let her guard down a little and stop giving Bucky a glare like he might attack. “How is he?”
“He’s out of surgery,” she said. “The doctor will be out in half an hour or so to explain but they were successful on removable of the clot. They’ll keep him unconscious for at least another day since they want to keep him from moving, but you can go in to see him in an hour.”
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He was relieved when the nurse said the surgery had been successful, but that didn't translate too well onto his expression. He still looked as though he might bite through the solid wall as he swept out of the room so that he could pace outside of where they were keeping Tony for that hour, and then was at his side.
He would still be at his side when Tony woke up that day later, but he'd be fast asleep on the chair next to the bed. Steve, stood at his shoulder, would be the one to greet him in a low voice.
"Hey-- welcome back, Tony, how're you feeling?"
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Well that just added to it.
Tony groaned. His mouth was like paper, his tongue rough, but he reached forward to take hold of the guard rail just to have something under his IV hooked up hand.
When he opened his eyes, they were unfocused, the pupils pinpricks, and that was when he started to laugh. It was a dry, horrible sort of sound, one that continued as he wriggled his toes and flexed his fingers.
“Wonderful. I feel wonderful,” he lamented between those oddly crazed laughs and turned his head away from Steve. “Thanks for your visit. Leave cards and candy on the table.”
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