"You're moping like a 13-year-old," Steve announced as he dropped into the seat next to Bucky. The other super soldier started and turned to glare at the blonde. "Don't give me the grumpy face,"

"I don't have a grumpy face!" Bucky grunted.

"You totally have a grumpy face, and I have to say, it has gotten worse with age," Steve shrugged.

"Yeah, well your brooding face has gotten worse with age," Bucky muttered petulantly.

"Yeah, I guess it has," Steve rubbed his hand over his face with a grin.

"Punk," Bucky huffed.

"He will call," Steve said after a few moments.

"Who?" Bucky narrowed his eyes at his friend.

"Tony, his meeting has probably just over run that is all. He's been here for nearly two weeks, it will leave him with a lot to catch up on now he is on American soil again. No doubt Pepper is marching him from one meeting to another while he tries to escape,"

"She sounds scary," Bucky smiled a little as he turned to look back down at the tablet in his hands. His matching flesh-coloured hands.

He clenched the prosthetic hand and unclenched it again. He still could not believe it. He knew Tony was a genius, he knew he was amazing at what he did. But the arms were just...Bucky could not even put into words what they meant to him. He had not worn the metal arm since they had the last fitting and test on it while Tony was here. But the flesh styled arm had not been taken off. It was just out of this world.

The join between flesh and metal didn't hurt as Tony had worked away with unending patience on that to make sure that Bucky didn't even feel a twinge. Then he had replaced all the old wiring which was hooked up to his nerves and gave him feeling in the hand, making sure they were all up to date and running at their best.

Finally came the arms. They reacted and responded with barely any noticeable difference to his real arm, Tony had made this one look identical to his other arm, the 'flesh' looked real and almost felt it. He had even put the freckles on his arm where they used to be, he had forgotten about them completely, and he had no idea how the hell Tony had even found that information, but as soon as he saw them, everything had come flashing back to him.

"Oh she is, but she cares about Tony and looks after him," Steve smiled. "I was worried when they broke up that they would lose their friendship, but it seems to have survived,"

"He was announcing the line in prosthetics that Stark Resilient would be making," Bucky muttered.

"He's making a line?" Steve blinked.

"Mm hm, and he is starting a charity for veterans who need prosthetics, he will supply the prosthetics and is getting money raised to pay for the operations and work that will be needed to fit them. Miss Potts has been gathering together and hiring a group of scientists and doctors who will be needed to perform the work," Bucky explained as he started poking, not moodily, at the screen of his tablet, going through different articles as he tried to ignore the anxiety that was building, whispering the Tony wouldn't call.

"Wow, that is...brilliant," Steve said softly, moving to wrap his arm around Bucky's shoulders, leaning against him to see the screen as well. He did it slowly and carefully, this didn't always have the best reaction, but he was also determined to get back to the physical comfort that they used to have with each other.

"I used to be the one doing this with you, you skinny punk," Bucky muttered not looking at Steve. He felt his friend tense before he could practically feel the smile being beamed at him.

"You remembered?" Steve asked brightly.

"Shuri and I came across those memories today. I remembered...I remembered the nights we used to sit chatting cuddling for warmth in the winters, how cold it used to get, I remembered us sitting reading a book together. I remembered sitting when you were ill again, worried you weren't going to make it through another day. You...you used to tell me..."

"That you should go, I didn't want you to risk catchign whatever the hell I had caught this time, and you shouldn't risk your health," Steve murmured, his own eyes far away as well.

"And I would always tell you..."

"I'm not going anywhere Punk. You need my help, you need me, and I am going to look after you and make sure that you are better whether you like it or not. Whatever it takes," Bucky turned to meet Steve's eyes and could see the determination there. "You looked after me, all those years, now it's my turn," Steve nodded.

"I get it now," Bucky smiled a little. "Though you're still a punk!"

"Hey!" Steve whined playfully.

"There is something that I want you to do though," Bucky hummed.

"Ok?" Steve said slowly, watching as Bucky went back to poking the screen.

"You, and the others, you need to use BARF as well. Tony set it up with its own personal AI, nowhere near as advanced as FRIDAY, not yet, but HOMER has been programmed to oversee the BARF procedure, so no one has to be with you unless you want them there," Bucky turned to look at Steve again firmly.

"I don't..."

"Stevie, you woke you 70 years in the future, nearly everything that you knew gone or changed, nearly everyone you knew gone. You have had to watch Peggy go through Alzheimers and sat there with her remembering and forgetting you for her sake, you have buried her. You fought Nazis and a war as well as whatever the hell the tesseract is. You have fought aliens and killer robots. Stevie, if you think that doesn't require help, never mind everything that you have gone through with me in the last few months, your nuttier than I thought you were,"

"Hey!" Steve grumbled, but he wasn't fighting it either.

"Look, cards on the table, you and Tony are going to be an equal part of my life, you're both equally important to me, and I aint going to be choosing one or the other, I need you both to keep me sane. And I reckon you want to fix the damage to your friendship with him as much as he does,"

"Yeah...I do," Steve nodded.

"Well, then you need to work through the shit in your head because I do believe that the reason you reacted the way you did was that it was just the straw that broke the camels back on a whole pile of crap that had been building in your head that you hadn't sorted through. And rather than looking at things with that logical, strategic mind you have, you snapped,"

"It wasn't all me he..." Steve started to protest but paused when Bucky held up his hand.

"I know it wasn't all you, Tony has admitted that he didn't act correctly though, he has started trying to fix what has been damaged, hell punk he helped give me mind back, and he's given me my arm," Bucky wiggled his fingers pointedly. "But you have to admit that he was trying to do the right thing, and perhaps the way that you reacted was not the right thing,"

"I was trying to keep you safe!" Steve snapped standing and storming away. Bucky set the tablet to the side and hurried after his friend, snatching his shoulder.

"Stevie, I know! And believe me, I will be eternally grateful that you once again managed to save my sorry ass, even though I probably didn't deserve it, and stopped me from being locked away like an animal, again. However, you didn't react logically, you weren't thinking things through properly, because your mind was clouded. Bloody hell, you had just buried the woman that you were in love with, the woman you thought that you would get forever with, I can't even imagine what was going through your head Stevie, but...something like that...it messes with your head, and it's ok to admit that you aren't alright because of it. It took me forever to get Tony to admit that Peggy's death had fucked with his head..."

"Tony? What does he had to do with Peggy?" Steve stopped pacing and turned to look at Bucky with a frown.

"To...Steve, Tony knew Peggy, he...she was his godmother, Howard named her his godmother. She was an aunty and mum to him," Bucky said slowly.

"What...but...I didn't know...he didn't say...he wasn't there..." Steve said confused.

"He didn't want to attend, he didn't want to remember her as the old lady in the hospice he visited who only remembered who he was on good days. He had his own remembrance at home, remembering the lady she was. Apparently, when she started getting ill she told him he wasn't to go, she knew he hated things like that and...and he has buried too many loved ones in his time. She didn't want him there alone and suffering,"

"That sounds like her," Steve sniffed. "Why didn't he say?"

"Because he probably didn't want you to think that he was trying to take her from you, that he was trying to outdo you, and then when she passed he didn't want you to think he was trying to one-up you on grief," Bucky sighed.

"He said that?" Steve frowned.

"He didn't need to," Bucky shook his head ruefully. "Basically the two of you were grieving and not thinking properly. But Steve, the Accords were going to happen one way or the other, he was trying to protect you by being a part of them and be a part of writing them. I have looked into it, and he was right, they were happening, nothing could be done about that,"

"So you're taking his side!" Steve snapped.

"I told you I am taking no sides! Yes, you were right, the Accords were wrong! But Tony knew that as well, he understood that them not happening wasn't an option though, so he was trying to get them written as best he could to give you guys more freedom!" Bucky snapped right back.

"If we had fought together..."

"You would have split the world, Steve! You would have caused a war, you would have been vilified, demonised, made a hero, made a villain depending on which side of it you fell! Stevie, this is a changing world, we're not fighting Nazis anymore, boarders, they're disappearing, in the world, in the universe, what is possible and what is not possible is changing on a daily basis! And you need to change your thinking to match that, or you're always going to be left behind!" Bucky said as calmly as he could manage.

"I...I know, I have been reading the Accords," Steve sighed dropping back into his seat. "I can see where Tony has obviously had a part,"

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad Rodgers," Bucky rolled his eyes as he clipped Steve over the back of the head. "I am trying to say that I don't think you would have reacted the way that you did if your head wasn't the mess that it is. You probably would have chosen a different way to do it. I know, this wasn't done in our time, we're not used to the idea of hugging it out, talking about it and expressing our manly pain. But it does help!"

"You sound like him," Steve smiled a little as he looked up at Bucky.

"Huh?"

"The way you speak, it sounds a little like him sometimes,"

"That's not a bad thing,"

"No its not," Steve sighed. "Ok, I will do it,"

"Thank you," Bucky patted his shoulder.

"You still mother hen me," Steve grunted as Bucky sat down next to him and picked the tablet up again.

"Course, it's my job to look after you Punk, and it's a full-time bloody job," Bucky huffed. "Son of a bitch!"

"What?!" Steve started looking around at the sudden exclamation.

"I'm going to kill him!" Bucky growled.

"What? What happened?" Steve frowned trying to look at the tablet.

"FRIDAY! Is Tony at home?" Bucky snapped at the tablet.

"I am not supposed to tell you that the Boss is indeed at him," FRIDAY answered.

"Call him! and Keep calling till he answers, full volume please FRIDAY," Bucky demanded.

"Of course Sir,"

"Have you corrupted FRIDAY into helping you?!" Steve pouted. "She would barely respond to us!"

"She likes me, don't you FRIDAY," Bucky smirked a little.

"Very much so sir," FRIDAY answered smoothly.

"So...what has Tony done?" Steve asked after five minutes and 7 increasingly amusing 'answerphone messages' which was clearly Tony trying to put Bucky off.

"He has announced the prosthetics thing," Bucky grunted.

"And?" Steve asked slowly.

"And he has named it the Barnes foundation!" Bucky growled getting to his feet and storming out the room as he started ranting out another message back to Tony.

Steve leant back in his chair shaking his head amused.

"Do you think he realises?" T'Challa asked walking into the room from the other door.

"That he is falling in love with Tony, or that Tony is falling in love with him?" Steve asked.

"Both," T'Challa snorted. "You have no problem with it?"

"Problem? Because it is Tony?" Steve blinked.

"Because he is a male. Though the fact he is Tony is also a subject," T'Challa shrugged as he sat.

"People don't realise how free romance and sex was during the war, they think we were all proper and 'old fashioned'. We all knew each day could be our last, we all knew that any day we could lose the war, and it would all be over. We lived like that, sex and love was almost as free as it is now," Steve snorted. "Of course, you didn't go around announcing it, especially if you were gay, but those that knew ignored it or didn't mind. Plus I have known Buck likes both men and women since we discovered hormones,"

"And the fact its Tony?" T'Challa asked amused.

"Shouldn't be shocked, he's just Bucky's type," Steve rolled his eyes.

"Oh, and what is that?"

"Sarcastic, clever, quick, good-looking, forward-thinking, a little naive," Steve shrugged.

"And after your...differences how are you feeling about the fact that it is him specifically?" T'Challa asked. As ever the King was calm and there was little judgement in the man.

"I think...I think that it is a good thing. How can I not? Bucky was doing better, so much better, and Tony has a hell of a lot to do with that. He has helped Bucky heal, helped him find who he is now. In a way that I could not," Steve looked down at his hands before looking up. "Bucky he's been so much better. And I think he would be good for Tony as well, Tony needs someone like Bucky, someone who will always be in his corner fighting for him,"

"I believe Tony misses your friendship as much as you miss his. Perhaps though the wounds are deep, with time and the right care they can be healed, especially when you both have someone in common that you care for, even if it is in different ways," T'Challa smiled as he stood and drifted from the room. Leaving Steve once again locked into his thoughts.

"Aww come on grumpy, it's not that bad," Tony laughed.

"It is three whole days!" Bucky huffed.

"I am sure there is plenty that you can do to distract yourself," Tony laughed resting his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hands as he looked fondly into the camera.

"There is plenty I can do, but I want to talk to you!" Bucky grumped.

"I have been spoiling you with my scintillating and wonderful company too much Bucky Boy, I think you're spoilt!" Tony waved his finger teasingly at him.

"It is stupid! Why do you have to stay dark for three days!" Bucky moaned for the 100th time since Tony had informed him about this meeting.

"Well, I can not speak for the others, but on my side of things, I can understand it. They had stripping down all tech and making sure that no outside parties can have an influence in the Accords, this is the final draft and the one everyone is going to sign, we can't risk it being accused of them having been influenced in any way. They know how I am, and the type of things that I can do, they are making sure that I am above suspicion, especially because I am an Avenger," Tony shrugged.

"Are they still being dicks about it?" Bucky scowled.

"Yes, are you going to come and defend my honour?" Tony grinned brightly.

"If you want me to, just say the word," Bucky said seriously, looking intently into the camera. Tony's grin faded slightly, but it morphed into a true and honest smile, without any sign of the shield that he wore around people, using his charms and quick words to deflect attention away from the real Tony.

"I will bear that in mind," Tony said softly.

"One call Tony," Bucky licked his lips, his eyes scanning over the other man's face.

"One call," Tony nodded.

They stayed silent for a few beats, just staring at each other through the video feed, both of them very aware of the fact that this was the longest that they were going to have to go without speaking to each other for nearly three months now. Neither of them knew how they were going to cope without being able to talk to each other on a daily basis.

"How is the BARF sessions going with Steve and the others?" Tony asked cautiously. He had been surprised when he found out that Bucky had managed to talk Steve into trying it, and Steve the rest of the 'Rogue Avengers' as they had started being called. He had admitted that he had thought it was a good idea, particularly for Steve. It had made Bucky smile as he realised Tony understood what a mess Steve's head was, and that he wanted to help him still, it gave him hope.

"I can't speak for the others, but Steve's is going well. He was a little resistant to it at first, it was like trying to drag him to Sunday school all over again getting him into the room for our agreed once a week session. But the last couple of weeks HOMER has snitched on him and told me that he has been having three or four sessions a week. I think it is doing him good, real good," Bucky smiled.

"I swear my AI's like you more than they like me," Tony shook his head ruefully. "I'm glad that it is helping,"

"Tony, we are landing," Pepper poked her head into his cabin. "Hello James," She waved

"Pepper, you're looking lovely," Bucky smiled waving.

"Not as good as Tony though, right?" She grinned teasingly.

"It's a close thing, but I am afraid I have to agree," Bucky nodded as Tony spluttered looking between them, his face bright red.

"On that note, I am going to go! Look after yourself, Snow Flake! I will speak to you as soon as I am on my way back, I promise," Tony reluctantly reached to the screen to cut off, but his finger hovered, unwilling to push.

"Just take care of yourself and remember to eat and sleep properly Doll, I will miss you," Bucky said before he could change his mind, reaching out and disconnecting them.

With a huff he sat back and glared at the screen, resisting the urge to call Tony back and have just five more minutes with him. He had a problem, he was actually addicted to the genius and his company. Half the time they just opened a link and while Bucky sat reading or watching TV and catching up on the last 70 years he had missed, Tony puttered around his labs. A lot of the time Buck would find himself putting his book down and watching with fascination as Tony designed and built amazing things, coming up with ideas in that huge brain of his and making them real. He was also equally fascinated with the blush that would spread over tanned cheeks when Tony would eventually look up and realise he was watching.

"Ugh!" He threw his hands up and stalked out the room, heading to the gym to try and vent some of his frustration off, he would not sit around and pine like a 13-year-old - thanks Steve and Shuri for that thought - he would do something productive with his time.

At least he was until his phone pinged with Tony's alert sound. Scrambling he yanked his phone out his pocket and read the text, redirecting himself to jog - ok run - to Shuri's lab.

"He only sent the text three minutes ago!" Shuri shook her head amused.

"He said there was something here for me, the thing he has been working on?" Bucky demanded looking around.

"Hello Shuri, how are you today Shuri, you're looking well Shuri. I have..."

"Snow Flake! Snow Flake!" Bucky turned around confused as Shuri's rant - complete with hands on hips - was interrupted but the childlike voice. "Snow Flake came for me!"

Running towards him was what looked like a small, metal sabre tooth tiger. It was sleek and beautiful like all of Tony's work, gears gently whirring as it ran at an amazing speed. It had been painted the same gold as Iron Man's suit but had big blue eyes that looked up at Bucky was intelligence as it sat at his feet, pawing at his leg.

Bucky sat on the floor and reached out to take the paw, which the AI obligingly let him take. The detail was amazing, Tony must have put hours into that alone it was so perfectly detailed. Little metal whiskers twitched as the AI tilted his/her head to look at him looking at it.

"You're beautiful," He said before chuckling as it preened at him.

"She has been destroying my lab waiting for you," Shuri huffed. But he could see out the corner of his eye the way she was looking her over appreciatively.

"I wanted my Snow Flake!" The AI whined, her mouth opening and closing as she spoke, in perfect match, and revealing what looked like a deadly set of metal teeth.

"Do you have a name?" Bucky asked, reaching out and gently running his fingers along her nose. She let out a metallic purr and bumped into his hand for more the way a cat would do.

"No, daddy said you would name me," She said brightly. "I am glad, my brothers are calling Dum-E and U!" she added with horror.

"Hmmm...how do you like...Anastassia?" Bucky suggested thoughtfully. Her eyes turned green and she let out a small whirring noise that worried him for a second before she spoke again.

"Anastassia, meaning resurrection in Russian. I like it," She nodded.

"I like it also," Shuri gave him an understanding smile as she reached down to pet Anastassia. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl,"

"Is she really for me?" Bucky asked awed.

"Daddy built me for you. He said I was to stay at your side when he could not, and that I was to watch over you. I can help you when you do not understand something, and I can link you to him," Anastassia answered.

"Wow..."

"I am a learning AI, he has taught me a lot, but I will learn and adapt as I develop, especially with you, I have picked things up from Daddy but I will also develop around you, your personality and our routines. I will learn what you need from me, and I will learn how best to look after you. Daddy has programmed me with an enhanced program focussed around PTSD, multiple personality disorder and nightmares so that I may be of the best assistance that I can be for you. I am also built from vibranium, so I will not be easily damaged,"

"Wolf?" Shuri rested her hand on his shoulder when she realised that he was crying after the silence lasted a little too long after Anastassia's explanation.

"He...he did all this for me. How can I ever repay him?!" Bucky asked reaching out with both hands to pat Anastassia who was looking concerned. "You're perfect,"

"Daddy...cares for you. He told me about you when he was building me, and when I was developing, FRIDAY says that you are one of Daddy's most special people and that we are to guard you," Anastassia tilted her head. "Rhodey and Pepper say that he loves you, and that is why he wants to look after you, but I do not think I was supposed to overhear that conversation, they swore FRIDAY to secrecy even from Daddy, but they were not aware I was functioning,"

"From the mouths of babes," Shuri tried to stifle her laughter and failed as Bucky burnt bright red, even his ears.

"Anastassia, did they say loved me or was in love with me?" Bucky demanded.

"I do not understand the difference," She wrinkled her nose adorably.

"Could you replay it word for word please?" Bucky requested as Shuri lost it and started laughing.

"Barnes! Your cat stole my arrows, again!" Clint huffed storming into the room. "She has only been here two days and she has done it about 19 times!"

"That is a little bit of an exaggeration!" Steve shook his head. However, Clint froze in the doorway and pointed his finger at the Captain accusingly.

"I can't...traitor! How could you! Captain, my Captain!" Steve managed to look a little sheepish as he glanced down into the blue eyes of Anastassia who was lying next to him having her chest rubbed.

"Got a problem with Anastassia?" Bucky lowered his book from where he had been sitting on the other side of her, a glare already in place.

"No...no...yes...come on she keeps stealing my arrows!"

"She probably thinks they are her version of sticks," Steve shook his head.

"No," Anastassia shrugged her wide metal shoulders before placing her head on her paws, clearly getting comfortable.

"What do you mean 'no' Anastassia?" Bucky asked.

"He keeps insulting my Daddy and upsetting my Snow Flake with it, he gets annoyed when I take his arrows, so I do," She answered.

"Shut up!" Bucky pointed at Steve who could not stop smiling every time Anastassia referred to him as her Snow Flake. "That would be called revenge Anastassia,"

"Oh...revenge," Her eyes turned green as they had learnt happened when she was performing a search.

"Well!" Clint motioned to Anastassia pointedly.

"Oh yes," Bucky nodded looking down at her as her eyes turned blue again. "Good girl!" he grinned patting her.

"Hey!"

"Maybe you should think about how often you actually insult Tony," Steve said neutrally.

"I can't see my kids and my wife because..."

"Because you chose to fight! That is not Tony's fault, it's not Steve's fault, its no one's fault but your own Barton!" Bucky set his book aside and stood, anger emanating from him. Anastassia hopped down from the sofa and stood by his legs, not a position that would get in the way, but in a way she could assist him.

"He buys you and makes you things, pretty toys and suddenly you're his biggest fan, doesn't sound much different to how you were, are you sure he hasn't just taken all your training and twisted it towards himself?! Hail Sta..."

"Do not finish that sentence Barton, I warn you right now!"

It was almost as though the temperature in the air had dropped 10 degrees and all of them could see the Winter Soldier pressing forward, they could all see the deadly precision falling into Bucky's position, the killer, the assassin, the well-trained fighter was there and ready. And all that deadly intent was focussed on one person and one person only.

"You going to hit me? Hurt me for insulting Stark, that just proves that you're nothing more than his tool," Clint tried to sound unshaken, but just missed.

"Funny, you weren't saying that about yourself when you were living in his tower or on the complex he built, when you were using his gear, when you were requesting better arrows, when his armour was saving your life, when you were eating his food, using his power, when you were drinking his drinks. You weren't saying that about yourself when he fixed all your farming equipment for you and upgraded them with no charge, when he gave you one of his cars when you retired. It's funny how you manage to demonise him, how he is the bad guy in this, but not once have you taken the responsibility for your own actions and your own choices. You knew you were going up against the world going against the Accords, what did you think was going to happen? You chose to leave your kids behind, you chose to leave your wife behind, you now have to face the consequences, and rather than admit that you are at fault - no matter how right you think you were - and that the reaction your family have had is on your head and your head alone. So stop burying your head in the sand and blaming Tony, grow up!"

Clint stared open-mouthed stunned at Bucky as the man stormed passed him.

"You're not going to hit me?" Clint frowned.

"No, and doesn't that just hurt more," Bucky smirked before leaving the room. Anastassia at his feet.

"What's happened?! Where is Bucky?!" Steve demanded as he ran panting up to the jet.

"He is heading for America I would imagine, and right now Winter is more in charge than Bucky," Shuri explained as she fired up the jet. Clint, Sam, Natasha and Steve quickly took their seats on the jet and strapped in, looking to where T'Challa was also doing the same. If he was allowing Shuri on a mission it was serious.

"Winter?" Clint frowned concernedly.

"To be fair I think they are on pretty equal footing right now," Okoye commented also strapping herself in and glaring faintly at the young princess as she drove the jet like a bat out of hell.

"What's that got to do with him stealing a jet and disappearing to America?" Natasha asked.

"Tony..." Steve breathed as realisation washed over him.

"Yes, FRIDAY contacted him concerned over Tony, a quick check and...we think he has been kidnapped. Winter and Bucky seemed to reach an agreement in a second that they were getting him back," Shuri said dryly looking over her shoulder at them. "Its really nice to see them bonding if it weren't for the fact that I am fairly sure Winter and Bucky are pretty much ready to burn down everything in their path to get Tony back,"

"Eyes ahead please Shuri!" Okoye scolded as the mountainside rushed towards them.

"Yes, yes I know," Shuri rolled her eyes.

Steve closed his eyes as he leant back in his seat. He was concerned about what Bucky was about to do, but he was more concerned about Tony. He had been kidnapped, again, he knew now that Tony suffered PTSD and he could only imagine what this would do to him. He didn't want to even start imagining what was happening to Tony right now, what they were doing with him, or what they wanted from him.

His face set in determination and for the first time since...well everything that had happened, he felt it, he felt like Captain America again. And no matter what they were going to get Tony back, they were going to get his friend back.

They landed not far behind Bucky, racing off the jet in time to see him racing passed a stunned-looking group consisting of Spiderman, War Machine, Vision and a man that they didn't know. Their expressions were even more amusing when Bucky just run straight at the wall Anastassia blasting a hole through it just before Bucky reached it, the Super Soldier merely curled himself to protect any vulnerable parts and dived straight through the jagged hole.

"Erm, we should probably..." Steve motioned into the building sitting in the middle of the forest just as gunfire erupted from inside and screams.

"Hey, Captain!" Spiderman waved cheerfully.

"I was about to open a portal for us, if we are ready?" The newcomer suggested.

"A portal?" Natasha blinked.

"Ready, do it!" War Machine grunted.

"Of course," Steve nodded uncomfortably.

The man raised shaking hands and started spinning one around in a circle, causing golden sparks to form nearly straight away until a large circle formed, and they could see Tony tied to a chair through it. They could also see Bucky...well throwing people around like rag dolls.

Hurrying through the portal they looked around and slumped slightly as they were in time to watch the last kidnapper slamming into the wall upside down, sliding down to land on his face with a painful sounding crunch. He then turned and stalked towards Tony as Anastassia danced around the room, hopping onto the form of every single kidnapper with a vicious bounce.

"Hey Bucky Bear, that was...well I want to say impressive, but well..." Tony blinked around himself.

He was looking quite good really considering he had been kidnapped, he had a bruise on his left temple and an impressive bump forming, his right eyes was going to have an impressive bruise around it looking at it, his lip was split, but aside from that he was wide awake and looking quite good, and eyeing Bucky stalking towards him.

"They hurt you!" Bucky snarled.

"A few love taps, that's all, I am fine, really," Tony shook his head.

"You are not fine, they took you!" Bucky snarled as Anastassia stalked over and used her claws to free Tony's legs while Bucky freed his hands. The super soldier growled again when he saw the marks covering Tony's wrists, the rope burn and damage that had been left behind on his skin.

"Woah hey hey hey!" Tony grabbed hold of Bucky's lapels when he turned to lunge after some of the men again.

"They hurt you," Bucky snarled.

"Bucky...Winter, they barely had a chance to so much as tickle me before you guys got here. I am fine, guys, I am fine," Tony smiled reaching out to touch Bucky's cheek.

"I...am struggling to pull it back, to not kill," Bucky closed his eyes as his shoulders shuddered, he dropped his head into Tony's lap, every single muscle was taught and held tight as he fought against himself. Anastassia pressed herself tightly against his side, rubbing her head gently against him and purring lightly.

Tony reached down and gripped hold of the back of Bucky's shirt and held him close. "Hey it's ok, it's ok, I am fine. Bucky, you saved me, I am fine, I really want to go home,"

Bucky sat back and locked grey eyes onto Tony's face-scanning over it, still clearly fighting against himself. Reaching down Tony ran his fingers through Bucky's hair, pulling it loose from the bun he had yanked it into on his way here. Bucky shuddered for a whole different reason this time.

"Ok, home," Bucky nodded settling his mind to something else.

"Snow Flake, you are very lucky that there are no cameras here!" Tony huffed as they walked through the holes Anastassia had left in the walls, Bucky carrying Tony in a princess hold. "Say nothing kid!" Tony warned pointing over his shoulder at Peter who grinned cheekily at him.

"My Snow Flake will look after Daddy!" Anastassia said brightly as she bounced along beside them.

"Daddy does not need looking after!" Tony huffed as they stepped out into the forest.

"Arguable," Bucky snorted.

"Go back to being all grunty!" Tony scolded flicking Bucky on the forehead. Steve, Clint, Natasha and Sam held their breaths, there had only been a few occasions where Winter had taken over this way, and he was left pretty lethal for a good while after.

This time he just smiled a little at Tony and held him closer, even though Winter was still clearly with Bucky.

"I can open a portal," The new guy offered.

"We will take the jets back," Shuri nodded when Bucky looked to her. "Look after him,"

"I will," Bucky nodded sharply.

"She was talking to me Snow Flake," Tony said softly brushing his fingers along Bucky's cheek as the portal burst to life in front of them.

"What..."

"Home James," Tony smiled.

"Erm..." Steve looked panicked when Tony looked over Bucky's shoulder to see the rest of the Rogues standing there looking concerned while Tony's Avengers stepped through the portal.

"All of us," He nodded.

"Come on Snow Flake time to take Daddy home!" Anastassia bounced brightly around them.

"Anastassia through first," Bucky ordered.

"Yes, my Snow Flake,"

"Anastassia, I like that name," Tony smiled at him as Anastassia jumped through and then turned to watch them.

"Thank you, for her, for...for everything," Bucky said as they stepped through and into the Tower, the others a good few feet away, clearly giving them privacy, giving Tony time to calm Bucky down a little more, though there wasn't much need as Winter was calming down by the second.

The portal closed with T'Challa and Shuri saluted them from the other side.

"You know something," Tony hummed.

"What?" Bucky turned to look at him seriously as chocolate brown eyes stared intently into his own.

"I didn't actually program her to call you Snow Flake,"