Two times kisses made Bucky's and Tony's injuries better.

I just have very strong feelings about little Tony meeting the Winter Soldier

Tony was five and fast asleep when something heavy fell down in his room.

He blinked until he could see and when there was a shadow in the room he did not panic but turned on the light because shadows disappear then and waking his mom and dad for this was a thing he learned not to do.

But when the light filled the room and the shadow became a man he considered starting crying for a moment. Until he saw the bloody bandage around the man's chest.

He knew that this man just broke into the house and that his father would be very angry with Tony for not telling him that but the man was hurt and Tony was clever enough to believe he could figure this out on his own.

So he pushed his blanket aside and the movement seemed to make the man realize that there was another person in the room.

Before Tony could get out of bed there was a gun pointed at his head and while he had seen many guns in his very short life he lived in the believe that none of them would hurt him and so he didn't hesitate to continue with his plan of getting out of the bed and closer to the man.

The gun followed his every step but like Tony believed it didn't hurt him at all and when he was standing directly in front of the man he lowered it.

The light of his bedside lamp caught on something shiny and only now did Tony realize that the arm that was holding the gun was made out of metal and if that wasn't the coolest thing Tony had ever seen he would be lying.

"It looks so soft. Can I touch it?" he asked and the man startled and let out a pained groan. "You're hurt" Tony said and pointed at the bloody bandage.

The man looked at him with cold blue eyes and he didn't say a word which had to be because of the mask he was wearing.

Tony gestured to the floor. "You need to sit down so I can make it better" he said with all the confident of a child and the man just let himself fall down heavily.

He panted a bit and kept his right arm close to his chest and Tony petted his shoulder not aware of the fact that the gun was pointing at him again.

Now that the man was sitting he was just at the right height for Tony to lean in and give him a kiss on the forehead. When he pulled back the man was staring at him and Tony shrugged.

"It's supposed to be better now. Mom always does this to the kids at the orphanage if they are hurt. I don't know if it helps but they always look happy afterwards."

The man didn't say anything but he relaxed slightly and Tony sat down next to him, on his left side so that he could investigate the arm.

His dad let him play with some metal and tools from time to time but Tony had never seen something so shiny and beautiful like this arm.

He started to tell the man about it and then he rambled on about all the other exciting stuff that was happening in a five year old child's life and when he wakes up in his bed in the next morning he believes it was just a dream.

Tony declined a trip to the medical bay.

He claimed that he is not hurt and that he has to go down to his workshop anyway to wriggle his way out of his dented armour and so the team leaves him be.

But when Tony does get out of the armour he also takes out the plate that was lodged inside his side and it starts to bleed profoundly. He curses and pushes every cloth on it without thinking too hard about the stuff he wiped away with that.

It still doesn't stop bleeding and he has to get the medical kit out and stitch himself back together but if he relieves the pressure he is sure he won't make it to the stitches.

He contemplates calling Bruce or even Steve but before he can decide by whom he is going to be yelled at Bucky walks in.

He assesses the situation with one glance and then asks "Where is the medical kit?" because he knows that Tony keeps one in every room.

"Cupboard to the left" Tony said and his voice is pressed and god this hurts.

Bucky quickly walks over to get the kit and then rushes back. "Let me see" he says and Tony briefly pulls the cloths away so that Bucky can get a good look.

"Christ, Tony. You should have just gone to medical."

"I hate it there."

"I know" Bucky sighs and prepares everything he needs. "We all do. But you could have internal bleedings."

"Jarvis would have told me. He scanned me already, isn't that right buddy?"

"Yes, sir. And there is no internal damage but the wound is pretty deep and I think seeing a real doctor is the proper course of action here. No offense Sergeant Barnes."

"None taken" Bucky says when he turns to Tony again. "He is right you know. A real doctor could do this better than me."

"Just get it done" Tony says, trying to hide his pain.

Bucky shakes his head. "Okay fine" he says nonetheless. "You need to sit down so I can make it better" he continues and Tony obeys without arguing.

Bucky is good at this and so the stitches and bandages are done in no time. He fixes the last bandage and then he leans in to kiss Tony on the forehead.

"There, all better" he says and turns around to close the kit.

Without him being aware of it Tony's hand moves to the place Bucky just kissed and the stares at Bucky before he manages to ask "What was that for?"

Bucky turns back to him and there was a little smile on his face. "You told me this would make it all better. But you don't remember that, right? I've been wondering since I came here. You don't remember the night we met."

Tony stared at him and he vaguely remembered a dream he had when he was little and now that he was thinking about it that arm did look familiar to him.

"You really were there. I thought it was a dream. You were gone in the morning and I was in my bed. And that arm seemed way to cool to be true."

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head. "No that happened. I got hurt on a mission and I needed a place to stay save for a few hours before my handlers picked me up and I walked into your bedroom."

"And I kissed you on the forehead" Tony groaned. "I kissed the worlds most feared assassin on the forehead to make his wound better."

Bucky was still chuckling and Tony covered his face. "Oh god. Don't ever tell that to anyone."

"I think it was cute. Well" Bucky said considering, "not then of course because you were just a tiny person who was not part of the plan and I had no idea what to do with you, but in retrospect it was adorable."

"Stop talking" Tony groaned again and shook his head. "This is not happening. It was just a dream. Let's leave it at that."

Bucky walked closer to him and pulled his hands from his face. "Let's not pretend that that was a dream. It was a little sign of affection and it was so caring from a little child and they erased a lot of my memory but somehow that always stayed with me. It kept me sane sometimes. Made me believe that being a horrible killer wasn't all I could be."

Tony stared at Bucky and he could not believe that the careless gesture of a child could mean so much to Bucky but apparently it did. He smiled and got up and then he cupped Bucky's face in his hands to tilt his head down.

He gave him a kiss to the forehead and he said "I told you it would all be better with this."

He could feel Bucky smile and he pulled him into a hug and Bucky went willingly.

He carefully wrapped his arms around Tony, mindful of his injury and buried his face in Tony's neck.

"Yes you did" he said and that was all they said for a long time.