"Sam be honest with me," I started, "Do you think we can fix Bucky?"

We were at my Applebee's. I was also working but it was the slow part of a Wednesday and the manager gives them both a discount.

"I think Bucky can be fixed," he said as I sat down next to him so I could hear. "I don't think either of us can do it, he needs outside help and to feel like he's fixing himself."

"How expensive are therapy dogs?" I asked.

"I'm not taking care of a dumb dog," Bucky said as he returned from the bathroom. "We can barley afford to take care of ourselves," he sat down and tucked his hair behind his ear. He adjusted his prosthetic so he could sit more comfortably and took a sip of his beer.

"It's not a bad idea Bucky," Sam pitched in, "There have been a ton of studies on PTSD and -"

"I don't have PTSD," he said defensive, "And even if we could afford it I'd rather have a better arm than a smelly dog."

He only ever wears his arm when he leaves the house to fill his sleeve. But even then he just wears a hoodie or a jacket and he even says he feels uncomfortable.

"Hey not all dogs are dumb and smelly," Sam said smirking, "Steve is pretty cool."

The both of them giggled into their drink. "Alright I'm leaving," I got up, "I'll be right back with your food."

I rolled my eyes with a smile and went into the back to check my phone. And get their food I guess.

1 messages from Mr Stark: Sorry about yesterday. Something came up. Can I pick you up to make it up to you?

Obviously.

So after my shift was done Mr Stark picked me up and took me to his place. "What size are you?" He asked as he sat at the corner seat closer to me so I could hear him.

"Small," I looked down at myself. "Hey did you find my hearing aids?"

His hand shooed away the subject and then continued with what he was staying, "I'm going to buy you clothes for here so you don't have to wear your uniform the whole time you're here." He took a sip of his drink, "but only if you and I are actually serious about this."

"What's 'this'?"

"Okay so," he brought out a piece of paper. Oh no this is 50 Shades of Grey! "I know by definition I'll be your sugar daddy but for the love of God I don't want you calling me Daddy, just call me Tony. Mr Stark is my father, and there's no huge age gap, you're

"22."

"And I'm 29," The paper had scribbled points he wanted to say, not exactly the contract I thought it would be. "Now I'm going to pay for everything, food, clothing, bus pass, if you want to go to France, it's all on me. So I already went ahead and putt our two weeks in at Applebee's. So I'll give you a monthly allowance-"

"In return for sex?"

He looked up half concern half shocked. "What? No. Why would-" he stopped and laughed a bit, "Yeah okay I see where you're coming from," he laughed again, "but no in return for you being my boyfriend. But only if you actually want to not just because I'm so handsome, dazzling, jaw-droppingly successful."

I dropped my head to try and hide my blushing smile and nodded, "Of course," I looked up at him. "I would like nothing more."

"Yes?" His eyes lit up and he smiled. "Yes!" He jumped up and ran to get something from the bar while still talking but I couldn't hear him. He was more so word vomiting and I couldn't catch any of it until he dropped down to his knees in front of me and placed a small black box on my lap with a giddy smile anxiously awaiting me to open it.

I froze. I didn't sign up for a fiancé. I signed up for a not sugar daddy. My mind was doing that thing where I forgot every word in the English language and Mr Stark could tell.

"Okay I'll open it!" He picked up the box and inside were two black Stark Industry hearing aids. "I threw out your other ones, they weren't Stark so they were trash."

"I thought Stark Industry only made bombs-"

"Well now we make hearing aids," he shrugged.

My eyes started to tear up and I couldn't stop smiling. I looked into his eyes and just kissed him. My hands grabbed his strong jaw as I kissed him again. Our eyes closed and noses brushing against each other his hands slid up my thighs.

We kissed again but this time I could feel more of his mouth and slowly his tongue was touching mine. My hands softly grabbed a fist full of his hair just so I could have more of him.

He broke but only to sit on his chair and to pull me into his lap. My legs on either side of him as his hands found their way to my hips and my arms draped over his shoulders. His facial hair scratched my soft face as I kissed down him to the edge of his jaw line softly kissing and sucking.

He let out a soft whimper and his big hands grabbed my ass as I grind my hips into his. Slowly I move my hand over his shoulder to the other side of his neck and then down to his chest

But he grabbed my hand before I could even get past his collar bone. "I uh," he pulled away completely, "I haven't seen that new Disney movie yet, do you like Disney?"