Steve wanted so much to convince Bucky to not follow him into work that morning. But it was tradition for the brunette to accompany him on his days off. He didn't think it would bode well for his health if both Tony and Bucky were in the same breathing space. But alas, he couldn't stop either of them from doing what they wanted.

As they rounded the corner, the brunette stood there with a book in his hands, the book that Steve assumed belonged to him. The brunette's eyebrows rose past his stylish hairline and he put the book behind his back, effectively shielding it from Steve's reach. Well this threw a wrench in the works, didn't it?

"What are you doing here?" Bucky asked, before Steve could.

"I own the place. Why does everyone seem to forget that?" Tony retorted, arrogantly. He really couldn't stand Barnes sometimes, the man could be as annoying as… well, he really shouldn't say that, who was trying to steal who's husband again? (Technically you can't steal what is supposed to be yours, but still, in this context, Tony was the bad guy.)

"Remind me never to ask him any questions." Bucky said, mock-whispering to Steve.

The blonde couldn't reply though, he was looking at Tony as if he were trapped with a caged animal that was ready to pounce at him when the zookeeper (Bucky) wasn't looking.

"If you have to know, I'm just here to check on the designs. This time I want to have a bit more involvement, people say you should be a proactive boss; I won't interfere, I simply want a looksee." Tony said, coming up with the best excuse at the moment. He really hadn't meant to say that, but Bucky really threw off his entire mojo and now he was standing there with no reason to be there but Steve. But he couldn't very well say that, now could he?

"I think we've got it on our end." Steve said, begging Tony with his eyes not to push the subject any further. He'd do anything to get out of the situation, well, anything he'd already done.

"I just want to make sure, these are brand new designs after all." Tony said, he wouldn't bite the bait this time. He didn't care how uncomfortable it made Steve feel. This once, he'd be selfish, even if it meant stepping into something he probably should leave alone.

Tony could see how much Steve loathed him at the moment. He could see it in the way he closed himself off and became an unfeeling block of ice. Bucky could see it too, he tried to silently console him but to no avail, the blonde walked ahead of both of them, leaving a hot trail behind.

"Why are you pushing him Stark? It's obvious he doesn't want you around." Bucky said, he should probably not start something, he should just let it be. This was, after-all, part of Steve's job.

"Is it now? I didn't think there was anything wrong with making sure good progress is made on these designs." Tony said, sticking with the lie. It would be better not to raise any suspicion, enough he was destroying their relationship from the inside.

"Stop playing dumb, you know what you're doing. It doesn't help that you own the place either." Bucky said hotly.

"I could have him fired for showing such disrespect, and I could have you removed for such hostility." Tony said, narrowing his eyes. He didn't want to be mean, but he had to let the other man know he wasn't afraid of his accusations.

"Then why don't you?" Bucky asked, stepping up to Tony's bluff.

"Is that really what you want? For him to lose a steady and well-paying job? It would make it incredibly difficult for him to find work again if I so wanted it." Of course he didn't mean it, he would never do Steve dirty like that—no matter what universe they were currently in.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" Bucky said, shaking his head and walking away from the billionaire.

Tony cursed at himself—he really needed to stop letting his temper get the best of him.


"Steve, I think you should come home with me tonight." Bucky said as he noticed the other employees leaving. Steve's shift didn't end until a couple of hours from now, and even then, he stayed a couple extra more on heavier periods such as this.

"Why?" Steve asked. He didn't know what Bucky had done, but the other brunette had never made it past the outside door. He was thankful for that, even if his entire morning had been slightly ruined.

"You know why. I don't want Stark to come by and pester you again." Bucky said. He still trusted Steve to hold his own, but Stark was persistent, and Bucky knew that there was still a well in Steve's mind that he'd never managed to empty; a well which had that bastard's initials all over it.

"I understand your concern, but really Buck, it's unnecessary. Besides, these designs are just starting to come together and I really want to get this done as soon as possible." Steve said. He didn't quite know why he was making excuses to stay later, he should just accept his husband's request and be done for the day.

"What if he comes back again, what are you doing to do?" Bucky asked, getting a bit concerned for Steve's reluctance to leave.

"What can I do? He owns the place, these are technically his designs. If he wants to see them, I can't stop him." Steve said, he couldn't face Bucky right now, he knew he'd say something confessional if he did.

"Damn it Steve, why do you both like to play dumb? You know, damn well that's not what I'm asking!" Bucky said, raising his voice enough for the remainder of the staff to turn and look at them quizzically.

"Then elucidate me, honey, what exactly are you trying to say?" Steve asked, trying to bring the conversation back down to a pleasant murmur.

"Do not patronize me Rogers, I'm asking you to be truthful with me. Ever since he appeared you've been jumpy and nervous, but now that I'm providing you with a way out, you blatantly refuse it, and use work as your excuse. Why? I'm sure the staff wouldn't mind if you left now, right guys?" Bucky said, turning to the other two or three employees left, they nodded erratically, not quite sure how to respond.

"Don't… don't involve them in this. Their shifts ended hours ago." Steve said, looking apologetically at the others.

"Then why do you have to stay behind?" Bucky asked, trying his hardest to understand his husband's reasoning.

"Bucky, it's always been this way. You know this." Steve tried to remind.

"Yes, but this time it's different, and you know it. He's back and I'm only trying to look out for you, for us. I don't want him coming between us Steve." Bucky said, holding his husband's hand and looking into his eyes with something akin to fear. Not again.

"I'm sorry Bucky—Steve meant so much more with that than Bucky knew—but I can handle it. I won't let anything happen, okay?" Well, anything else.

Bucky took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, I trust you. But if anything does happen, anything at all, you tell me, okay? Do not keep secrets from me Steve, we made vows; I'm upholding my end of the bargain, now I'm expecting you to do the same." Bucky said seriously.

The Hand of Infidelity closed around Steve's throat making it impossible for him to speak and assure Bucky that everything was going to be alright. He cleared his throat, but that didn't help much. "Of course." Steve forced out, how could he… how could he have done such a thing?

"Okay." Bucky said, placing a small kiss on Steve's temple and dropping the subject matter. If Steve was sure he could handle himself, he wouldn't try to convince him that he wasn't.


Bucky left with only one last look and a question. "Are you sure you're okay to stay?" No, Bucky, no he's not. But Steve didn't say anything the second time either, he just smiled and shooed his husband and his all-too real fears away.

Like clockwork, the other brunette appeared (about an hour later), it was as if he had a radar telling him when Steve was alone. Now that he thought about it… he looked up at the corner of the room and to the inconspicuous camera that hung there. He shook his head and just put his designs on the table and looked at Tony.

"I'm sorry about this morning… I really shouldn't have been expecting anything from yesterday." Tony said, he hung his head, the book still in his hands. He walked to one side of Steve, fingering the border of the rough-drafts. So far, so good.

"I'm running out of things to say, Tony." Steve replied, not giving any indication that he would say more than that.

"I have your book." Tony reminded, walking around to the other side of the table and stretching his arm out for the blonde to take.

Steve reached his hands, but before he could touch it the billionaire brought it closer to himself, forcing the blonde to stretch even further for it. They continued this little dance until Tony's back was pressed against the edge of the table and Steve was pressed fully into him. Tony held the book just at arms way and looked up with a smug smile.

"I'll give it to you, if you do me a favor first." Tony whispered. The blonde didn't even look surprise, Tony always came with multiple strings attached. "Come to dinner with me." Tony continued, not waiting for Steve to reply.

"Do you really think that I'll fall for that?" Steve said, removing himself from Tony's space.

"What do you mean?" Tony asked feigning nonchalance.

"First it's a dinner, then it's a date, it can't just be one thing with you can it?" Steve said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What difference does it make? It's just food after all, then I'll give you your book, I promise." Tony said, holding the object in his hands.

"I don't even want the damn book." Steve sighed a bit fed up with Tony's mannerisms. If it wasn't one thing, it was the other with the brunette.

"C'mon, I'll know you'll say yes." Tony said, very sure of himself, he really shouldn't toy with Steve like that, it really made him seem like the asshole he was trying to avoid being.

The sad part was that he did say yes, he didn't even question it when they rode up to a hotel rather than a restaurant. He wanted so much to just walk away and forget this was happening, but this reminded him so much of back then, and like a recovering drug addict, he couldn't quite shake the urge to quit this.

"Don't you think it is a little too much to rent the Honeymoon Suite just to eat dinner?" Steve asked skeptically, as he took a sip of the complementary water while Tony drank the white wine; he really wasn't one for alcohol.

"Hmm." Tony replied shrugging his shoulders as if to say that he hadn't planned it that way. The chefs arrived with the food, quite a modest dinner if Steve were to say so, nothing too heavy a simple soup and freshly made French bread to add weight to it.

It didn't dawn on Steve until much later into the meal that they really hadn't been here to eat.

ooOOoo

"Shi- Tony, why do we always end up here?" Steve asked as he dipped his head into the brunette's neck and bit the skin he found there. He pushed Tony deeper into the soft bed as his lust overrode any sensible thought.

"Maybe it's because we were destined to end up here." Tony replied, turning his head to give Steve more playing room.

It hadn't taken long for Tony to coerce Steve into kissing him, it really was starting to get easier for Steve to give into those long-lost desires that he had tried to kill all those years ago. He would have tried harder to resist them if he weren't so hell-bent on taking Tony's shirt off.

The brunette pushed Steve up and rolled them to the other side of the king bed so now he was on top. Tony brought Steve's face into his as he straddled the blonde, his heart racing quicker with each kiss. His cheeks were bright red and he felt hot all over; Tony ground their hips together, reveling in that delicious friction, his breath coming in quick gasps as he tried to pour his all into Steve.

The blonde was quick to retaliate, bringing both his hands down on Tony's waist and starting a slow rhythm that escalated into irregular grinding by the end of it. Miraculously, they were both still fully clothed, with the exception of Tony's sunglasses and Steve's jacket—those were lying haphazardly on the floor somewhere.

The blonde turned them over again, bringing Tony's legs around his waist and grabbing both his wrists with one of his hands, frantically kissing the brunette again.

"Steve, we can't keep doing this." Tony said, a silent plea in the depths of his brown eyes.

"I'm not… I'm not gonna sleep with you. I've made a vow, I'm going to keep it." Steve said, all that they had done,it wasn't technically cheating, seeing as no penetration had been involved. (At least that's what Steve told himself at night.)

"And what is it exactly that we are doing now?" Tony asked, stopping his movements and just laying still on the bed looking up into the confused blues of the person above him. "I don't think your Bucky would be too happy if he found is in the state that we are in, sex or no." Tony continued, pointing a huge flaw in Steve's backwards reasoning.

"This doesn't count." Steve said, feeling like a stupid teenager again when the words escaped his lips. This doesn't count, was he really that naïve to think that what he was doing didn't count? His cheeks got redder as he looked down into Tony's disbelieving eyes, the brunette wasn't sure if he should scoff or laugh.

"Steve, look me in the eyes and tell me you're serious. This doesn't count? And what about yesterday, you came didn't you. A kiss I can understand, it's just saliva—the Europeans do it all the time, best-friends even, but this… I don't know what sort of fantasy world you've been living in, dear, but you're in no man's land." Tony said, elucidating Steve's askew views of right and wrong. And, of course, Tony was right—he was a cheater, fair and square, from the moment he kissed Tony in the car until now, he'd been thinking about nothing but the moment when someone would call him out on his bullshit.

"So what is it going to be?" Tony asked. The mood was pretty much dead now, but he knew that Steve still had a decision to make and that tomorrow might be a different story. He didn't mind being Steve's accomplice in this moral crime, but he also had to know that Steve wasn't bouncing back and forth on the meaning of being loyal. How confusing all this was, if he'd just stayed put and given himself a couple of days to figure himself out, none of this would be happening.

"Tony I can't, this is the only thing keeping me sane right now, if I do this I'm through. Bucky would never forgive me." Steve begged. He was so torn, his mind was in pieces and everything seemed to be ass-backwards right now.

"Then go to him, like you said, this doesn't count. If you really think your Bucky will take you back after what you've done, then go. But if you come back, do so with the knowledge of what you're doing, none of this 'trial version' shit. Understand?" Tony said, half-making sense.

"What?" Steve asked, intelligently.

"I mean that if tomorrow you change your mind, don't expect me to hold back. It is up to you to draw the line, if you cross it again I'm not stopping." Tony warned. He took a deep breath and removed himself from underneath Steve. He grabbed the book from the little coffee-table he had left it in earlier and put it in Steve's hands.

"I'll call a taxi." Tony said, pulling out his phone from his jacket pocket. Steve was silent as he looked at Tony's handsome profile. He wanted to do so many things to the brunette, but currently he just felt numb and dumb, like that sixteen year old who had been way over his head.

ooOOoo

Tony walked down with Steve, giving the taxi driver the money and looking at Steve one last time. He wouldn't force the blonde again, it was clear where his loyalties lay; even if they were split, he was in the minority.

He walked back into the hotel ready to return to his room when he overhead a conversation at the front desk.

"What do you mean you've cancelled our reservation?" A very angry woman said at the counter, she carried many bags with her and was neatly dressed in a pants-suit. Next to her was a gorgeous blonde, with a white afternoon dress.

"We're so sorry miss, we had a last minute call-

"I don't care, I've had that room reserved for three months now! I put a deposit down and everything." The brunette argued with the lady behind the counter.

"And we will promptly refund you the amount in full between 3 to 5 business days." The lady said, trying to do damage control.

"Honey, it's fine, we can celebrate our Honeymoon somewhere else…" The blonde whispered softly, it was loud enough for Tony to hear though, and he instantly felt bad. He had wondered why the room had cost extra.

"Excuse me, I believe I'm at fault here." Tony said, bringing the attention to himself.

"No Mr. Stark-

"Ah, let me finish. These two lovely ladies deserve the best for their special night. I want you to put their names back in for that room, free of charge of course, and bill all the following expenses to me. As an apology for my misunderstanding." Tony finished looking at the two women. They reminded him a lot of him and Steve when they were first married, well… that never happened did it? It was all in his head, he wonders if it had all been in his head and this was reality.

"I don't need your chari-

"Natasha, stop, this wonderful gentleman is willing to give us back the room for free. Just be grateful." The blonde said, stopping her wife in the middle of her tirade. "Thank you Mr. Stark." She said then, turning to Tony.

"No problem dear, remember to splurge, you only ever have one honeymoon." Tony said and smiled sadly at the two women. He walked away and to his car, putting his head down on the steering wheel and taking a deep breath. He drove home then and tried his hardest not to make any sound as he let the tears fall as the full realization of what he had done came crashing down. He didn't cry very often, but when he did, he didn't want anyone to witness his pathetic display of emotion.


"Steve, where did you find this? I couldn't even find a copy online!" Bucky exclaimed as he held the elusive first copy of the Adventures and Misfortunes of: Captain Bradley Sarah. He always told Steve he read history books, and that was quite true, but they were history books on pirates. He'd been looking for the first copy to the Adventures series and so far he'd found zilch on the first one. And here comes Steve bringing it out of the blue as if it was just another book. It kinda, sorta', made up for the fact that he had waited hours for Steve to return home.

"I felt bad for coming home so late so I stopped by a bookstore and asked for a history book, the lady said this would be perfect for you." Steve said surprised to find that not everything from last night had been a total disaster, even though he had to lie.

"God, it must have cost you a fortune, there are not many of these around for sale. This is basically a collector's item." Bucky said, marveling at the cover.

"Actually, she gave it to me for free." Steve admitted, wondering if that was the smartest move on his part.

"For free?! Where is this bookstore, we need to go there immediately!" Bucky exclaimed, getting ready to grab his coat.

"I can take you there now if you would like." Steve said, feeling happy for the first time since he'd kissed Tony. He'd forgotten how much he loved to see his husbands smile.

Maybe all those kisses hadn't gone in vein.

ooOOoo

The place was a lot easier to find in the day since the green door contrasted nicely against all the other dull colors.

"Before we go in, I have to warn you, there's this older lady who runs the store, she can be a bit strange at times so just, you know, be prepared." Steve said.

Bucky nodded not really paying attention to what Steve was saying.

"How did you even know this was a bookstore, it looks just like an apartment building." Bucky asked.

"That's probably because it is, I don't know, I think I found it on the internet or something." Steve said. He found himself telling Bucky many unnecessary lies lately, he wanted to stop but he knew that that would be impossible in his current predicament.

As they entered the room Bucky gasped, there were so many books! All of them probably first editions.

"Ah, you have finally returned, with this husband." The old la- Laura said, walking over to the counter. Steve looked pleadingly at her not to say much more. She had that look on her face again, the one that incited some form of fear in the pit of his stomach.

"Buchanan, what a name, not many mugs carry it am I right?" She said.

Bucky took a step back, completely taken by surprise at the sudden statement.

"How did you—

"I have my tricks my boy, being incredibly good at guessing is one of them." She said, her blue eyes lighting up again. It seemed that Laura had a penchant for fucking around with people.

"That's more than a guess, it's like you've read my mind or something." Bucky said, chuckling a bit. He didn't find it half as odd as Steve though; he'd always been more inclined to believe in the supernatural.

"Or something." She replied nodding her head slightly. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked the two of them.

"Yes, I was just wondering where you obtained the first copy of the Adventures and Misfortunes series. My husband handed it to me this morning and I had no idea, I thought all the copies were extinct or with some collector. If I'm not mistaken, it feels as if it is the first edition as well." Bucky said, enthused with his find.

"That's probably because it is." Laura said, pulling down another book from the shelf.

"No way." Bucky whispered, getting closer to the counter.

"Yes way, I was a collector of sorts back in my day, I made it my life's passion to find treasures; books have always been my favorites though." Laura said, pulling down another book from a lower shelf. "Damn, where is it?" She cursed, bending down even lower to look for, and ah — there it was.

"That's incredible, I just wanted to know though, why did you give it away like that? It must be worth a fortune!" Bucky asked a bit perplexed by the whole thing.

"Like I told his other husband, money does not interest me. When you grow to be my age you'll figure that out for yourself. Knowledge is power my boy, not wealth." Laura said placing two more books on the counter until she was satisfied.

"Other husband, what are you talking about?" Bucky asked turning to look at his husband and back to the lady.

"Oh, poor me, I must be thinking of another gentleman. Very nice boy, looks almost like you if he were a couple of years younger." Laura said, her eyes shifting from Bucky to Steve. "You know, in my old age we tend to go senile, confuse things for other things if you will. Don't pay my ramblings any mind, I'm just an old lady with too many books." She finished never letting Steve's gaze go until she was satisfied with what she found there. Steve felt his heart stop by his throat where it sat there and didn't move until it was sure he got the message.

"Huh." Bucky said, nodding his head but not really believing her excuses.

"Here, I think these books will suit your liking. We have the final copy of the Adventures tales, the second and fourth volume to Captain Drake and His Pyrates, the last copy of Madeline Trousseaux and Her Lady Pyrates, boy you do enjoy your pirate tales, and finally the first copy of Jack and the Seven Treasures. I think you'll find everything in order." Laura said smiling softly at Bucky's shocked face. She felt sorry for him, the mistakes of another would eventually end in his suffering, she would have offered him a deal—but then that would just muddy up the waters even more.

"How do you know that these were all the copies I needed?" Bucky asked, marveling at each title. (Not forgetting what she had said earlier, but momentarily occupied.)

"Like I said, I have a gift for guessing things. It seems to make some people uncomfortable." She said, looking pointedly at Steve.

"I don't even care how you knew, I just know that you've just made the rest of my month!" Bucky said, then his face fell. "One book maybe you can part with, but five… I wouldn't expect you to be so kind. How much?" Bucky asked, trying to calculate how badly his bank account would suffer if he purchased them all at once.

"Boy, you sure are stubborn, didn't you hear me tell you that money is not of importance to me. Take them, take them all and keep them. Enjoy the knowledge you obtain from them. You're just like my husband use to be, brute and only concerned with the physical and monetary aspect of things. You know the brain needs exercise as well!" Laura said energetically.

"Yes, I know. Thank you for showing such kindness to a complete stranger." Bucky said, picking up all the books from the counter and holding them close, oh the smell of the books were enough to get him off for the rest of the week!

"Woah boy, calm down, they're just books. And don't mention it, I hope they keep you company in your time of need. You never know when a good book could save your sanity." Laura warned, walking to the back of her shop.

"Tell me about it, goodbye Miss. I'll definitely return." Bucky said, having a bit of trouble heaving such large books but was able to manage eventually.

Steve had been standing by the back, trying to keep himself as still and invisible as possible.

Bucky looked at him as they left the store and that's when Steve knew that Bucky knew that they were going to have an argument soon.

"Are we going or not?" Bucky asked him, his eyebrows raised and his eyes cold.

Steve nodded, leaving the store more worried than he'd gone in.

The ride back home was tense and quiet; those were the worst, when he knew Bucky was silently brooding and stewing in his anger.

It wasn't until the books were safely placed with the others that Bucky turned to face him, and looked at him, really looked at him.

"I knew him returning couldn't have spelled anything but bad news for us. Tell me Steve, did you even have to stay behind or were you just lying to me?" Bucky asked Steve, almost in a whisper.

Steve didn't answer, averting his eyes to the floor like the wood found there could save him.

"Where were you last night Steve, when I waited hours for you to get back home, waited for so long that I fell asleep? I couldn't even stay up for my husband because you came back so late. Where were you?" Bucky asked, his bright eyes shining with unshed tears. He was trying really hard to hold them back, it took everything within him not to crack.

"I was at work, Bucky, please trust me." Steve said, with this he was telling the truth. He hoped Bucky could see that.

"You didn't really find that bookstore on your own did you?" Bucky said, his bottom lip pouting out and quivering every couple of seconds.

"Buck-

"Don't you 'Buck' me! Answer me, tell me the truth Steve… are you cheating on me?" Bucky asked, finally asking the question. How could everything have gone to shit in less than three months? Was Stark so damn volatile that his mere appearance could destroy almost a decade old relationship?

"What? No, Bucky, no, I am not." LIAR. Steve reassured stepping closer to Bucky, but stopping when his husband put his finger up.

"Then where were you last night?" Bucky asked, making sure to keep a safe distance between him and Steve; he wasn't sure who he was trying to protect the most.

"I was at work, okay, for the remainder of my shift and then some... he did come back to the office, but that's it, he just wanted to look at the designs, like he had said." Steve said; well maybe it wasn't the whole truth, but you know, baby steps. He pleasantly omitted the past couple of weeks and the hotel scene, he didn't want Bucky to have an aneurism so early in his life.

"That's it? Why do I have a feeling you're lying to me, just like you did last night, just like you did that other afternoon when I brought you lunch." Bucky said, narrowing his eyes. "Don't disappoint me Steve; it's best if you come out with it now before it gets any worse." Bucky said, hoping against hope that Steve would uphold their vows to be truthful.

"We may have… kissed." Steve said, keeping his head low to the ground, like a disobedient child. He said the most innocent of actions, hoping that the rest would not be unveiled as the argument progressed.

"That dead motherfucker!" Bucky growled, storming out of the room and grabbing the keys.

"Bucky wait! It wasn't… it wasn't his fault, I-I was the one who started it." Steve clarified before Bucky could do anything that he may later regret.

Bucky turned around slowly, his heart shattering in his eyes—the look of utter pain and dismay reflected back what Steve must have looked like when he came to Bucky looking for help seven years ago.

"What?" Bucky breathed, shaking his head 'no' at the fact.

"I'm sorry, Bucky I'm sorry." Steve said, the only thing he could say at the moment as his husband looked at him with disbelief and disgust; he had failed him, and lied about it. How could he have ever thought that this was going to end up well?

"Get out." Bucky said suddenly, his voice emotionally absent. It wasn't the kiss (though that did play a big part in it) it was the principle of the thing, the fact that in such a short time all his work had been undone in a matter of hours, the fact that Steve would lie to his face and tell him everything was okay when it obviously wasn't.

"Bucky please." Steve pleaded.

"Go! Get out, leave!" Bucky shouted, he wasn't one to raise his voice above the level of a busy crowd but he was so fucking angry right now, but most of all he was disappointed and downright hurt. He trusted Steve, trusted him to not mess this up. His fears were actualizing themselves in front of his eyes and he felt as if he could do nothing about them. What else was he keeping from him? By the way Steve held himself, it seemed like a lot.

"I'm sorry, Buck, I'm sorry." Steve pleaded. He knew it was a lost cause, Bucky was beyond angry; there was no reasoning with him in his current state.

"If you don't leave now Steve, I swear to God, I will have you forcibly removed." Bucky threatened, echoing Tony's sentiment from yesterday, and hating himself more for it. It was Steve's final warning and even he knew when to give up.

Steve picked up a jacket and left his apartment.

It wasn't until he felt around in his pockets that he realized he'd left his keys too.


A/N: oh, shit, what is gonna happen next?! Some shit just hit the ceiling fan I'll tell you that.