Just as Bucky started leaning into Steve's hands to get his hair more thoroughly washed there was a banging on the door.
"Steve!" Tony shouted from the other side.
"Hold on," the blond pushed up and hurried to the door, "Yes Ton..." his voice trailed as he noticed what the man was whining about, "Think you can manage washing yourself, Bucky? I have to help Tony right quick."
The man was a little resentful of the fact that his pampering had been interupted and glared to Tony before taking to washing his hair himself.
"I'll be right back," he quickly left, closing the door. When they were out of ear shot he whispered, "Why didn't you tell me you were wet?"
"You mean the first two times didn't count," the bearded man gave him a pouting glare. Due to neglect he had leaked and now his pants were soaked too.
The man started to say something but paused, "You did tell me, didn't you?"
"Yes but you were worried about Grumpy Cat in there," he held the sides of his pants up.
Steve sighed, "You might'es well just get out of those and prepare for a bath yourself."
"I know how to put my own pants on, I just need help with a change. And food as I've been helping you track down your friend all morning," he wiggled his damp trousers off as he came to his own bedroom.
"You need a bath, as in clean entirely," Steve took the pants and tried to figure out how to get this going. He did have to split between Tony and Bucky and, at least right now, Bucky needed more attention.
"Earth to Steve," Tony waved in his face. He was speaking and trying to get his attention, "I need fresh!"
"Go take a shower Tony," he looked to him, "I really have to get Bucky settled in his room and when you're done in the shower I'll put, not just a fresh diaper on you but some completely fresh clothes."
The man glared at him and started to stomp but the solider just took his hand and guided him to the restroom he shared with the guestroom, "Come on, I know you're uncomfortable. A nice warm shower will make it better."
Tony grumbled and just turned the water on and undressed, giving Steve the ability to go back and see about Bucky.
Bucky had finished washing himself and was just laying in the bubbly, soapy water, enjoying the smell and feel of the warmth. This was something he could get use to.
"You look normal without the war paint on your eyes," A fimilar voice chuckled, "Sorry to interupt but it's time to get out," he pulled the plug, allowing the water and suds to flow down the drain, "I got you some fresh clothes to wear as well."
The man turned and looked to the folded pile that Steve put on the counter when he walked in, "I get new clothes too?"
"Of course you do, can't put you back in those after you got all clean," He smiled and tossed him a towel to dry on.
Bucky slipped the clothes on as soon as he felt dry enough. They were a little large on him so he assumed that they were Steve's personal clothes. That made it feel a little more special to the man causing him crack a tiny smile.
"Ready to see your room?" The blond didn't give him a chance to answer as he was on a schedule and had to hurry back to Tony. He took him right to the guest room. The one adjacent to Tony's room.
It was so lovely. The mint colored carpet was so warm under the his bare feet. There was a beautiful veiw of the sea from his window. That attracked Bucky to it the most, "This is my room?" he asked as he watched the sea.
"Yep, this is your room. It's a little plain but I figure over time you'll come to decide what you like and start to decorate it. But for now it's fine."
"I like it. Thank you,"he told Steve without looking from the veiw the window allowed him.
"Well I'm going to let you get use to your room. I'll be back to check on you soon," he stepped out, closing the door, and hurried to the restroom and check his other charge.
Tony was still in the shower, sulking some. He liked it better when he got a bath, but either way. Once he exited he saw Steve in his room, setting things up around his bed.
"Alright, come lay on the bed," the blond called to him.
Tony dried himself quickly and laid down, "So what are you going to do with Raccoon City?" he covered a yawn with his rist.
"Well I'm going to help Bucky get back to normal," he commented, powdering the genius rump and crotch. He was red down there. Great, a possible rash. Rhodes would kill him.
"Your hands are cold," the rich brat shivered and tried to crawl away as rash cream was applied to his skin, "And what's normal for him exactly?"
"Not this," Steve finished diapering him and pulled a t-shirt onto Tony's head and helped him in some fresh pants.
"And so Rhodey is suppose to help you-"
Steve cut him off by putting a red pacifier in the genius' mouth, "Would you look at the time? Nap time for billionaire brats. Here's your blankie, have a nice nap." he handed him his security blanket, tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead before hurrying out.
"But!" he watched him rush out and sighed, flopping into his pillow, "I'm still hungry..."