The dinner conversation that night consisted of Bucky sucking down any and everything near him, Steve and Sam looking at him in disbelief and Tony trying to judge the density of his metal arm.
"How do you even have room?" Steve stopped the metal armed man from grabbing another helping, "You're going to explode your stomach. Thats enough for one day."
"But I'm still hungry!" he glared to him like a starving tiger.
"You're no where near hungry, you're just stuffing your face because it's so good," the genius sipped his soup despite the man's dagger glare.
"I mean it, no more food tonight. You're going to be up all night with a stomach ache." Steve took his plate and put it in the sink. Bucky looked toward Steve and just huffed, looking to the floor
Steve decided to lighten the mood by changing the subject, "How about a movie?"
"Thats a great idea, what movie?" Sam looked up from his soup. Anything would be appreciated.
"Something easy going," he fumbled with the remote, eventually calling Jarvis to get to the DVD player since Tony apparently broke it. Inside was the last movie he'd watched, being UP. But he decided maybe something simpler, like Finding Nemo.
"Oh, I love this movie," Sam eased back into the couch as the lights dimmed out.
All the colors had Bucky captivated. He watched every movement and listened to every line, not once becoming distracted by any of the movement around him. Never had he seen anything so nice as this.
Tony, who had seen the movie several hundred times, just sat leaned half against Steve as he sucked his bottle of juice. Bucky's childlike awe to a movie he'd grown very accustomed to was rather amusing. Not like Steve's confusion to everything.
When it was over Bucky turned to Steve, "Can we watch another? Please?" The man tilted his head some as he noted Tony's position and item of choice.
The blond looked at the time and shrugged, "I suppose we can watch another before it's time for bed. Maybe even one before bed." he looked through the movies for another decent looking one, ending up on a Disney movie, Lilo and Stitch.
After that movie it was time for the nightly routine. Bath time and such, which of course the baby genius had slumped away to the lab to avoid.
"Alright, time for a shower and bed." the blond stretched.
"I already had a shower," Bucky looked to him, expecting another movie.
"Well," he nodded, "You have a point. Then put on your pyjamas and brush your teeth."
"Pyjamas? I don't have a toothbrush." he looked to him as if he should have known that.
"It's in your bathroom, It's the one that doesn't say 'Tony'." He pushed up from the couch and walked toward the lab, "And speaking of Tony I need to go gather him so he can do the same."
Bucky looked to Sam with a sulk.
"Sorry, I'm just hear as a helper," he took to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
With that he sighed and walked off to the room that had been designated as his, to get to the bathroom.
After a few moments of oral hygiene and yet another change of clothes Bucky had returned to the couch in wait, "Can you continue the movie please?" he looked to Sam.
"Yeah, sure," he pulled another movie on. This one was Pixar.
"Can you make this a little easier for me, please?" Steve sighed, wiping Tony's lower regions clean with a damp towel. He still at times found old fashion best in these things.
"You don't have to be so rough," the genius fussed and tugged at his thigh some.
"I'm not being rough," he raised his leg and powdered the man's rump and crotch before putting a nice snug fitting diaper, "Ok, nice and fresh, Niagra."
"I wish you wouldn't call me that," he raised his waist so the man could pull his pants up for him.
He rolled his eyes some and put Tony's paci in his mouth, "Come on, lets get back."
"So?" Sam looked to the daddy figure and cracked several vertibrate, "I assume it's bedtime, so I'm gonna hit the showers."
"I'm gonna check the kids before I hit the hay." He went to see about Bucky first.
The ex solider was almost swimming in Steve's pyjamas as he struggled and fought his dreams. The fall. He was falling, it was cold, doctors everywhere. No. No...There was Steve.
The super solider rubbed his walnut colored hair back, "It's ok," he could see the man's struggles. Suddenly Bucky's eyes popped open and he knocked Steve's arm away and got in a fighting stance.
"Where am I!?" he demanded, looking around in a panicked frenzy.
"You're at the penthouse. You had a nightmare," Steve raised his hands in a manner to show him he meant no harm.
The man panted a bit, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he looked about the room and remembered. He sighed and sat on the bed, wiping the wetness to his hair, "I had a memory. We...we were a war together."
Steve nodded, "Yeah. World War One." he eased over to see if he was ok.
"I...How did we get here?" He turned his powder blues to the blond.
"It's really complicated." Steve sighed. Bucky shook his head, looking at the bed and slamming his head into the pillow. Steve appreciated him not fisting anything but didn't like seeing him like that either, "If you're having nightmares," he offered, "You can sleep with me. If you like."
He didn't think that the battered man would know how to respond to that but it was all he could offer, other than them having a drink. To his surprise Bucky took a minute before standing with his eyes to the ground.
"Can I?"
The solider smiled and nodded, "Of course."
