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Pairing - SteveTonyBucky
Word Count - 682
The Spy-y-est Spy of Them All
"Oh, come on!" Tony complained, throwing his hands up in the air. "This is not urgent, dammit! You can let us get a shower and food first!"
Even Steve had set his shield down against his legs and was glaring at Fury. Bucky didn't even bother to argue. He passed the spy and wrapped his arm around Tony's shoulders.
"Come on, Doll. Let's go and get cleaned up."
"Sergeant Barnes!" Fury snapped. "Debrief room, immediately."
"Bucky and Tony are right, Sir," Clint argued. "That was a hell of a fight and none of us are going to be able to concentrate if we're stuck in our uniforms and we're all half starved."
Fury pinched his brow. "Fine. An hour. Go. And don't be late!" He added, glaring at Tony's retreating back.
…
Bucky gently ran the sponge over Tony's cuts and blossoming bruises. In a few hours, the man would be entirely black and blue. Bucky hated it. He hated that while he healed in hours, Tony would be aching for days or even weeks.
"Hey, it's not as bad as it looks," Tony said, resting his hand on Bucky's cheek. "Seriously. I bruise easily, that's all."
"Uh huh," Bucky replied, far from agreeing but not wanting to argue with Tony. They only had so long, and he was determined to get some food into the genius before they had to debrief.
Tony rolled his eyes. "Don't you 'uh huh' me, Frosty. I am fine."
Bucky pressed a kiss to Tony's temple. "Kay, babe."
When Tony stepped out of the shower, it was into Steve' arms, and a towel already heated up. He pressed a kiss to Steve's jaw.
"You're sure you're okay?" Steve asked, eyeing a particularly large bruise on Tony's shoulder.
Tony nodded. "I'm sure."
Steve eyed him for a moment before he nodded. "Okay. I trust that you'd tell us if anything was really wrong with you."
Tony smiled. In fairness, that was a lot. To anyone else, it would be obvious, but Tony didn't have the best track record of admitting when he was injured or sick.
He pressed a second kiss to Steve's jaw. "I love you."
"I love you too, Tony."
…
"Are you all ready to actually work now?" Fury asked, as the Avengers trailed into the debrief room.
Tony snorted at his attitude and took his usual seat between Bucky and Steve. He'd changed into comfortable sweats, an old t-shirt, and an emerald green hoodie that belonged to one of his soldiers. They enjoyed seeing him in their clothes, and honestly, Tony was always at his most comfortable surrounded by their scent.
"It's not like it went badly, Nick," Natasha said as she sat down. "It was a successful mission."
"And yet, when you all walked through the door, every single one of you looked like the walking wounded!"
Tony blinked. "You're being an asshole because you're worried about us?"
Fury's glare intensified and Tony grinned.
"You're my best team," Fury replied tersely. "And I need to know when you're injured or if you need medical attention. Since none of you are very good at communication, this is how we have to do things."
"We're fine," Steve said, pointing at himself, Bucky and Tony. "Tony has flesh wounds and bruises, but nothing overly serious. Buck and I are already almost fully healed."
"I'm grand," Clint said. "Maybe a wrist sprain, but Nat's already wrapped it."
"Two cuts that don't require stitching and minor bruising," Natasha reported on herself, shrugging elegantly. "Certainly nothing that needs attention."
Fury eyed Bruce then as the only one who hadn't spoken.
Bruce shook his head. "I wasn't even needed, I stayed in the jet."
With a final glance over them all, Fury nodded and swept from the room. They could all hear him muttering about pain in the ass heroes who were too stubborn for their own good.
Tony chucked. "Who knew the spy-y-est spy of them all had a heart buried under all that glaring?"
Bucky laughed. "Spy-y-est?"
Tony shrugged. "I'm still hungry. Pizza?"
"Pizza," the team echoed.
Written for;
Angel's Arcade - Link; "Oh, come on!" / Emerald Green / Shield
Amber's Attic - 19. Write about a spy
365. 27. Urgent
1000. 930. Love