"Getting ready?" Steve called as he changed Bucky out of his wet nappy, "Really flooded this one," he commented as he wiped him down.
"Lets go, Tony," Rhodes got the man's clothes, "Come here."
"I'm not going to a meeting, especially not with Sheild," he hurried around the bed to avoid being dressed, "I'm not in the mood."
"I didn't ask you, come here," he called, "I like being punctual."
Tony stamped his foot, having a mini tissy, "I don't want to go see Fury!"
James gave him a look, "Do you want a spanking? Because you're about to get one," that threat softened Tony's face some, "Get over here and get dressed."
The genius huffed and stamped again.
"Ok, then you want a spanking," he reached and grabbed his arm.
"No, I don't want a spanking!" he covered his rear and pulled back.
"Then you're not getting cupcakes for the next week," he pulled him closer.
"No!" he whined.
Rhodes pulled him closer and swatted his rear, "You stop that," he sat him on the bed and began redressing him.
"I don't want to see Fury," he huffed, rubbing his bottom.
"No one asked what you wanted," the mother continued to dress, "And I want you to behave while we're there. And if you don't," he warned, "I will take you to the bathroom. Understand?"
Tony pouted and looked off, crossing his arms. Rhodes gave him a look, turned him, took the back of his pants down and landing ten hard swats to the back of his diaper, "Ok, ok, I understand!" he whined, rubbing his bottom.
"You better drop the attitude," he wagged a scolding finger, "No more of this naughtiness."
"But I don't like meetings with Fury," he kicked his feet some.
"I'm sure," he pulled the shirt on him and buttoned him up.
Tony sighed as they walked. Normally he'd have been able dodge it, until super nanny Coulson came and got him, but unfortunately Rhodey was pretty good at getting him in the habit of coming to meetings.
"What's up Iron," Clint gave him a mischevious smirk.
"My property tax probably," he shrugged, "How goes life making couples?"
"Oh a cupid joke, cute," he glared and looked to Bucky, "Whose this? New lover?"
Steve slapped the short blond in the back of the head, "This is Bucky. Be polite."
Clint winced, rubbing his head, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the flag. Oh, and Stark," he gave a smirk, "Fury got a nice little gift for you to enjoy during meetings."
"Oh how kindly of him," Tony was more than sure it wouldn't be something he liked.
"Put me down! Put me down!" Tony pushed at the patched man's shoulders as he was lifted off the ground.
"Losing some weight, Stark?" Fury set him in a chair and locked the table of it into place with a smirk, "Perfect fit."
The group had to hold snickers and giggles as the lead man fastened the genius into the wooden Tony sized high chair. It's cute black fabric with grey bows matched Tony's navy blue button up, which just made it all the better. Appropriate to say the least.
"And I thought it would be a tight fit, you've even got room," the man crossed his arms and gave a proud smirk as the genius kicked and struggled to unlock it, "Sorry, Stark, special lock just for you. And it's not bolted to the floor so I suggest not kicking too much. Wouldn't want to fall would you?"
Tony glared daggers at the man as he walked to the head of the table.
"Tell me where you got that, I must know," Rhodes smiled.
"Rhodey!" the man glared to him.
"Don't worry, Rhodes, I got one for you as well," he gave a discreet wink, "Now that we're all settled in we can start our meeting"
Tony merely crossed his arms in a huff.
"We've managed to trace back to the root of where some of the men were dispatched from, however there will be more coming. There have been several we've taking into custody so the numbers of who they have is dwindling low, but we wont make a stupid assumption that they're entirely out of commission yet." Fury walked back and forth.
Steve sighed, "So basically we have to always watch our backs?"
"Like normal," Tony struggled at the lock again.
"Not so much more than the normal for you three, but definately for him," he nodded towards Bucky.
"Any suggestions?" Steve looked over hopefully.
"Keep a close eye on him until I come up with something," the man commented, "Thats all that I need you all for now."
"Great, can I get out now?" Tony complained as he kicked his feet lightly.
Fury smirked and unlocked it, letting him out, "Be a good boy Stark."
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, rushing as far away from the taller man as possible, "I don't like him."
"Well I certainly like his ideas," Rhodes smirked, "Should have thought of that myself by now."
"Surprising we didn't," Steve nodded, "We gotta figure out what to do with Bucky," he whispered to the Lut. Colonel.
"There is nothing we can do other than keep an eye on him. It's not like he's completely defenseless, like Tony," the man responded, "At least he has a major capability to defend himself. But we just need to do the best we can to keep it from getting to that point."
The former weapon just watched the two go back and forth, wondering if it was all really worth it. Or if he could live a normal-ish life.
Hello from BR16!
So happy you guys are enjoying this new story. Just wanted to warn you I'm going out of town for a little while and can't bring my laptop. But when I return I will upload your chapters. Have a great one!