Tony turned to say something smart but saw it wasn't Steve and shrugged, "I like it up here. Helps me think."
"Well get down before you fall," he shook his head, and held an arm out to help him down. The man huffed and climbed down, "James Rhodes just called to check on you."
"What? Mama?" his look changed entirely, "Is he coming back? Why did he leave me here with Steve?" the man whined for answers.
"Oh, well he didn't tell me all that," he raised his hands to stop the questions, "He said he would call back to check on you later. So how are things down there?" he looked to the man's lower end.
Instead of responding the man started sniffling and whimpering. Sam blinked and looked about, "Don't cry, he'll be back soon," he rubbed his back, unsure of what else to do, "Why don't you come upstairs with me and I'll fix you a bottle and we can watch a movie, or play a game."
The man wiped his eyes some and took the man's hand. Sam didn't argue, even though Steve hadn't gone into extreme details on how he treated the genius or anything he just figured this was common behavior for him.
"Alright, lets go upstairs," he guided him up, "Maybe we can see if you can call your mom."
Steve laughed as he walked in the door, "Nice to see you haven't lost your speed."
Bucky smiled bigger than he had in a while, "You did well almost keeping up."
Sam heard the later and quickly gave them both a shush. They'd left him with Tony a good hour and in that time Tony had fallen asleep on the livingroom rug, tv on in front of him and using his blankie as a pacifier. He figured that he probably had a bad sleep and was tired so maybe a nap would help.
"Hey Sam, how was he?" Steve wiped his forehead with a kercheif.
"I guess tired. Rhodes called, he said he was checking and would call back later," Sam changed the channel.
"Oh...is that all?" Steve was a little worried. With Sam's nod he sighed in a relieved manner.
After a shower and change of clothes the blond returned to the area to see one ward asleep on the floor still, as well as his new ward sitting next to him watching cartoons. Nothing like a quiet afternoon.
"Well I guess it is naptime for Tony," he set a diaper, powder, and wipes down before tugging at the man's jeans.
Sam tried not to stare unlike Bucky who looked from the side of his eyes, "Whats that for?" he couldn't help but ask.
"He has a back injury so his bladder is paralyzed," Steve told Bucky the same thing he'd told Sam weeks ago. One did not have to be a doctor to figure out what that meant, "But don't mention it, he'd give me an earful about this," he fastened the new nappie on and pulled his pants up, "I wonder when this delievery is coming."
Steve thanked his stars when the installer came with the table top. That was one more thing he could check off his list. Best part was the installers were fans and wanted signatures from him and, unfortunately, Ironman.
Now being awake Tony took himself back to the basement to check the progess of his current project. Bucky decided that he wanted a bit of fun and gathered to play some cards with Steve and Sam.
"This is not fair, he has the perfect poker face," Sam glaced at Buck, who had a mild smirk.
"You should try strip poker with Nat." Steve shook his head.
"The redhead?" he looked up as the phone started ringing.
"I got it," Steve pushed up and walked over, "Hello? Oh hey Rhodes...Tony is fine, he's still dealing with insomnia...Yeah I'll get him." he turned his head from the phone and shouted, "Tony! Your mommy is on the line!"
The sound of stampeding could be heard rushing up the stairs. A blink of the eye and Tony was at the door and into the kitchen, grabbing the phone from Steve.
"Hello?" he panted. A smile spread across his face and he began to have quite the conversation. Making sure he asked when the man returned.
Bucky made note how Tony reacted toward the person on the phone and towards Steve. Picky little urchin.
After a minute Tony hung up and sulked a bit, "He says he'll be back as soon as possible. Well, I'm going back down." he took several steps to the door.
"Only another hour, you need to take breaks from your work every once in a while," an audible groan could be heard from the shorter man's mouth but he just continued on his way. At least he wasn't arguing about it.
