Sam sighed deeply into the floor. It took twenty years to clean all that up. Then after cleaning he had to make the kids take naps, which was a task all in itself that, to be honest, he gave up. He basically told them if they didn't want to nap they could just sit in their rooms quietly.
Tony sighed and stared to the door, he was in no real napping mood, he would rather do something fun. He shook his head and stood, going to go see about having some fun, like a party.
Sam, who had been extremely asleep, woke with a gasp. He looked around the couch and covered a yawn, figuring it best to go check the children. Neither in their room, lovely. After a search Sam realized the kids weren't even in the house.
"Oh h3ll!" he grabbed his jacket and shoes, hurrying out the door, "I'm going to get dead."
Bucky smiled as he swam. The babysitter had been asleep so he figured he would save him the time of taking him out again and just take himself to the beach again. The water was now cooler, but still enjoyed the feel of it flowing all over himself.
"What the h3ll are you doing!?" Sam called from the beach, "Get over here!"
The man blinked several times before looking over to him. He sighed and walked over, getting glared at, "What?"
"Why are you out here!?"
"I. You said I could come back later..."
Sam pulled him to the car by his arm, "I was to bring you back if we came back."
"Well you were asleep so I figured I would just come myself and then come back home," Buck winced at the grip on his flesh arm.
"That doesn't mean you just leave by yourself with no word on where you are," he opened the door and pointed, "In, now."
The man huffed and climbed in the front seat, looking out the window with a sulk.
Sam got in the driver's seat and looked to him, " You can wipe that look off your face, when we get back you can consider yourself in trouble. Where is Tony at?"
"How should I know?" he shrugged, "He was gone when I left."
"Well thats just great," he grabbed the bridge of his nose and tried to think what he knew about Tony from what Steve has told him and what he had scanned in the paper.
Tony smiled as he was bought shots and puffed a cig. Nothing like fans to make someone feel good and full. He had been bought nachos and plenty of good liquor. How he missed this.
As Tony was soaking up all the fanfare and tossing some dice he was grabbed by the collar.
"Woah," he turned, expected some...well he had no idea what he expected, he had been snatched by fans and those who weren't fans. But this time it was actually his babysitter, "Oh hey Sam. Care to join me for a game?"
Sam snatched the cig from his hand and tossed it on the ground before pulling the man out by his shirt.
"Hey! Easy!" he grabbed at the man's hand, "What's wrong?"
"What do you think!?" he pushed him in the backseat and slammed the door.
Tony rubbed his head as he was tossed in. He looked to his adopted brother and back at the man as he climbed in. Bucky just looked to the window, tracing it. The genius figured it was probably bad considering he just got tossed.
"Why the chair again?" Tony kicked in the highchair and huffed.
"Who are you calling?" Bucky turned from the wall to look at the frustrated sitter.
"Wait, why are you calling someone?" Tony looked.
"I'm calling your mom," he pointed to Tony, "And your dad," he pointed to Bucky.
"No!" the metal armed man gasped, "Don't please!?"
"Don't call mama, he'll be angry!" Tony begged.
"Oh yes I'm calling them, especially for you," he pointed to Tony.
"Please!" Bucky begged, "I'll be better, don't tell Daddy. I'll stay in my room the rest of the day, I'll take a nap, please don't," he crawled to the man's waist and pouted.
"Oh I have to threaten to call your parents and suddenly you think you should be behaving?" he scoffed.
"Well you didn't tell me I couldn't leave just because you were asleep," Bucky pouted.
He gave him a glare, "And why shouldn't I call and tell them about this?"
"Because you're the one who should be watching us and stuff. You'll get in trouble too if you tell Steve or mama that you lost us," Tony told him.
He looked to him setting the phone on the counter, "Had a lot of sitters?"
"No. Had a nanny until high school," he shrugged, "Normally I am left to my own devices, it's just suddenly I've been trusted in other people's care," because he almost got blown out of the sky again by air marshal.
"So then it's my problem to chasetise you both and not ask your parents huh?"
"Well..." he looked off, not feeling very comfortable.
"I would rather have you than them," Bucky nodded, "Please don't tell Mama, he'll tell daddy and then they'll be unhappy with us."
Sam gave them both looks, "Ok, fine, I won't tell them," he nodded, "But don't you monsters think for a second you're getting out of this. Now how would they be punishing you?"
"Grounded!" Tony started to say, but of course Bucky had to be so honest.
"We'd get spanked," the ex-weapon muttered.
"Spanked, huh?" considering how they acted, family setting and all, made sense, "OK," he unfastened his belt and doubled it in his hand like his mother use to do for him, "Whose first?"
Both men tilted their heads in confusion.
"Whats with the belt?" Tony piped.