After a good hour or so Steve came back looking less than joyous over the shopping trip. Bucky strolled in with a more than normal sullen look on himself.
Sam took note and smiled, "What happened? Couldn't make it down the candy aisle?"
"Couldn't make it down any aisles! I had to constantly be grabbing him and taking stuff out of the cart," he shook his head, putting the food out on the now restored counter.
Buck just slumped away to the couch to watch some TV. He didn't get a thing he wanted, other than more of that ravioli Steve had made earlier. The super solider must have meant his word about the snacks.
"How was Tony?" Steve watched as Sam took the foods and organized them into a planned dinner.
"I didn't even know he was here," he shrugged, "Haven't seen nor heard of him."
"He's probably in the basement then." The man sighed, "Rhodes suggested I give him something to do while he's gone. I'm trying to figure what homework you can assign to a genius inventor." he put his cheek in his palm.
"Why don't you tell him to replace his arm," Sam pointed a knife towards the sulking man.
Steve pondered the thought for a moment, "I think your right. That would break any possible connection Hydra still has to Bucky. And it would keep Tony occupied for a few hours."
Sam gave a victorious smile and went back to dicing the veggies as the blond ran down to the lab.
"Tony- Why are you on the counters again?" Steve sighed at the sight of the man walking about the counter top near his ironman portraits.
"It's helps me think," he looked to his ipad, "Something you want?"
"Well one, I'd like you to get down before you fall. I have an assignment for you." he grabbed him by the waist and set him on the ground, "You know Bucky's arm?"
"Yeah the metal one with the red star," he looked up at him, a little peeved about being moved.
"I want you to make a replacement for him. That way he would have 100% control over it, in case Hydra somehow has control of it."
The genius rubbed his chin in thought, "Ok, done," he smiled and clapped his hands, going toward his computer.
"Do you need a change before you get started?" he watched him go.
"Nope, just fine," he waved his hand and sat at the desk, sketching. Of course he didn't know if he had peed, but he could always tell if he felt heavy or not.
"Alright then, I'm going to get you a drink and come back and check on you. Sam is cooking dinner tonight."
The man paused and looked up, "Who? I don't know any Sams. Well, except that chick from 94'. Now she had some moves to really," he smiled reminescing on his sexscapeds that had long since ended.
The 'elderly' man cringed, "Sam is the man who helped us get Bucky today. Falcon."
Tony's interest diminshed hearing that. He just took his time back to the arm.
"Don't overwork yourself," he shook his head and left out, "And don't get back on that counter either."
Tony mocked him quietly as he started some plans for the new arm.
"So, whats for dinner?" Steve sat at the island. With Bucky watching TV and Tony toiling he actually had a second to relax.
Sam stirred the soup and checked the meat, "I figured we'd have something hardy. Vegetable soup with a thick sauce and some beef roast."
The blond gave a rather impressed look, "Some culinary arts in your background?"
"I just love to cook, and with me being home more often I get more time to practice," he smiled, adding just a sprig more pepper, "How's Ironman doing?"
"Outside he may be Ironman, here he's ironbabe," the comment jogged his memory. He covered a yawn and went to the pantry.
"Ironbabe? Like a hottie or an..." he saw Steve pull out a bottle and rinse it before adding some apple craneberry juice to it, "Ah," he nodded, "That kind of babe."
Tony looked about the schematics, he needed to get actual weight and measurements of the current arm Bucky was wearing to gage what he should do. He would have to know in order to figure out what he was use to lugging.
"Working hard?" Steve's voice made Tony flinch forward, nearly making him jump over his desk.
"Don't do that!"
"Sorry, I thought you heard me," the man pointed to the couch. The goateed man gave him a look and just went to the leather couch and laid on his back with his arms on his chest, "Did you get a good nap?"
"Yes, why?" he averted his eyes as his pants were removed.
Steve just went on about the task he'd grown use to, "You still seem cranky is all. Do you miss mommy?" the way Tony pouted a little confirmed the obvious, "He'll be back soon."
Tony muttered something under his voice. Steve managed to hear just the barely audible comment of, "I want him now."
"I know, I know," he placed his pants after getting him nice and fresh. He waited until after he was done changing him before giving him his bottle, he made that mistake once before. Funny as it was after the event it was still something he wished to avoid in the future.