Sam brewed some coffee and started on pancakes. Last night had been eventful to say the least, with Tony winding up in his bed. That coupled with the ever present difficulty to get use to a bed that he wasn't owner to had him ready to go right back to sleep.
The man grumbled and pulled the cover over himself. It was always difficult sleeping in someone else's bed or over someone else's house, one could never get properly comfortable. And the noises of another's house are foriegn enough to be eerie.
After several long minutes Sam had finally been able to sleep. A few hours passed by before he shifted position to get more comfortable. He rolled over and his hand fell on something warm and soft. Sam cracked an eye open and saw a patch of brown hair.
Sam nearly fell out of the bed in fear. He pulled the covers up and saw Tony next to him, curled up and clinging to a blanket. Sam sighed in relief and spoke.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Tony muttered, "Sleepy."
"Yeah I'm sure. Why are you in my bed?"
"This is Rhodey's bed and I couldn't sleep." he said in a manner to state his reasons as obvious.
The retiree scratched his head and looked around, unsure how to deal with this. Minutes passed by before he just gave into exhaustion and laid back into the mattress, giving Tony his back and as much space as he could. The main thing that kept him slightly comfortable was how the others viewed and treated the inventor, as a baby.
Thankfully Steve had woken in the middle of the night to check Tony and took him back to his room so Sam could get in a more comfortable position.
Bubbles emerged from the near black liquid in the pot, signifying the coffee had finished brewing. Sam poured himself a cup and added the needed items, sugar and creamer, before taking several long sips and flipping the pancakes. He could hear the dragging of feet as he cooked.
"Morning," he said without looking.
"Morning," Steve's voice distanced as he ran past the man and down the stairs. He was clearly in a rush.
A few seconds after his descent into the basement there could be heard some conversing, then shouting before the sound of steps ascending to the door at the top.
Steve emerged from the door, tugging a pouty faced Tony by the forearm. Sam managed to see what the fight must have been about. Steve was carrying Bucky's Soviet arm.
"I needed to know it's weight and density," the man grumbled as he reattached a less than happy looking Bucky's arm to his shoulder.
"So you think it's ok to just steal it while we're asleep?" Steve had his arms crossed as he stood over Tony.
"I didn't steal it, I borrowed it," he muttered.
"You stole it," Bucky narrowed his eyes.
"And you nearly gave him a panic attack. Something I think you know about very well." The man's words bore into Tony's head like a dull screwdriver.
He looked to Bucky, "Sorry," he reattached it completely.
Soon as it was properly attached Bucky took the genius by the neck, raising him off his feet in a menacing way.
"Bucky! Put him down," Steve grabbed at his arm.
"You don't think about anyone do you?" he glared.
The goateed man struggled and held his arm, "I think about me. And a few others."
The man narrowed his eyes and squeezed a little tighter, "I could throw you out a window."
"Wouldn't be my first time," Tony winced a little, struggling for air.
"James Buchanan! Let him down now or else!" Steve gripped the man's arm tightly, his baby blues glaring right into Bucky's powder blues.
After what felt like a century of stare down Bucky released the bratty man, causing him to fall on his feet unsteadily, leading him to tumble on his padded bottom.
"Tony. Kitchen. Now." Steve never broke his gaze with the long haired brunette. Soon as the man ran out the mettalic arm was lowered to the owner's side, "Why did you do that?"
"He stole my arm in my sleep and was being smart about it!" he glared. Had Steve not stopped him he might have broken Tony's neck. Without word the blond grabbed his waist and bent him forward, "What?" he flinched as a hard blow landed on his clothed rear.
"I warned you once about getting so violent with him," Steve continued swatting his backside.
The slightly older man pushed at his back in attempts to climb out of his hold, "What are you doing?"
"Exactly what I told you," Steve readjusted him to get better aim at his bottom and continued spanking hard, "That behavior is not going to be tolerated."
Buck pushed and wiggled in the grasp, "Is his behavior to be tolerated?"
"No, but his behavior is not being defended at all. But choking him is not the way to deal with it." The man kicked and squirmed, "Stay still," he adminstered 20 more slaps before setting him down, "He is a defenseless child of a man. You were a weapon. DO NOT be rough with him!"
The man rubbed his rear and looked to his gaurdian in a dejected manner, "Why didn't he get spanked?"
"Because you chocked him," the taller man placed arms on his hips, "You need to trust me to deal with things, including Tony."
He sighed, having a little brother sucked.