The man began walking on the path they had originally been on. He was a bit curious of these mutants and wanted to see exactly what they were suppose to be. What was a mutant anyway? He had heard the term before but he could see it first hand.

"What are you doing?" Tony called after him, hurrying up behind.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me. I may have a reaction," Bucky warned, "I'm going to find the mutants we saw earlier. I want to talk to them."

"There is this new invention, called a telephone," Tony started, "And what could you possibly want to talk about?"

"I want to ask them what mutants are," he hurried ahead.

"You don't just ask what they are, thats considered racist in this time period. Thats like asking Mama what makes him black," Tony rushed to keep up.

"Well thats easy, his colored skin, which isn't a mutation just a color," he pushed passed some brush.

The genius facepalmed, "How could I expect this to be easy? I'm talking to someone from the second world war!" The man just looked back at him a second before continuing on. Tony looked back from where they came from, "Come on, you're gonna get us in trouble!"

Buck paused at his words, but smiled some, "I'm happy you're so concerned for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You said 'us' instead of 'me'."

"Did I? Slip of the tongue, regardless we need to get back!"

"Why?"

"Because you didn't tell Mama or Steve where you were going. You just said 'can I go outside' which is the equivilant of saying 'I'm going to my bedroom now', but going in there to get wasted. Trust me on this one."

"What does 'wasted' mean?"

"It means drunk," Tony grabbed his arm, "Listen, I've done really well not getting smacked for anything in the past month, I would like to not break this record on something stupid!"

The metal armed man tapped his foot as he waited, "Any responce yet?"

"Steve gave us the green light, he said just be home by supper. Old fart," Tony muttered the last part before going back toward his brother, "Oh and if the brothers weren't there or didn't want to be bothered come back."

"You are very rude to Steve," the elder gave him a look.

The genius shrugged, "And?"

"Why do you call Rhodey 'mommy'? Steve does the exact same thing and you'd better start being nicer to him," Bucky warned, wagging a finger towards him.

Tony was less than threatened by the action, "I am plenty nice to him. Now if you want to meet the mutants I suggest you get a move on."

"I'm warning you,"

"And I'm ignoring you. Have you forgotten whose home your in? Or whose food your eating? Whose bed you and Steve are sleeping in?" he gave him his less than impressed look, "You'd better mind who you're threatening. Going on about how I'm so unkind to Steve, if I really was unkind to him neither of you would be in my place."

Bucky narrowed his eyes, "Has that always got you your way? Swinging around your money?"

"Yep and it works really well," he smiled and continued to move forward.

"Maybe a month has been too long a break for you," he commented, taking his role as lead and walking the path towards the mutants' cabin.

"What do you define as being kindly, because we're obviously not seeing eye to eye."

"For one thing maybe you could not call him names and you're always being difficult with him and such. Isn't it obvious?"

"He is an old man, and so are you," he shrugged, "And so are the mutants,"he shrugged.

Bucky just gave him a look and huffed, getting to the mutants cabin.

"Didn't expect you guys so soon," Logan stretched out, "Come on in."

The time spent there was productive from Bucky's standpoint. He learned a lot of mutants and even heard of some impossible sounding ones.

"A man who can become metal? Thats something from a story clearly," he chuckled some.

"Nope, thats something from Russia," Logan smirked, laying his feet on his brother's lap, "And he has an older brother who can open portals or something along those lines."

"Well, Tony says you're both old men. How old?"

Victor shrugged, "Lost count, we were adult men during WW1."

"I thought you were Canadian," Tony squirmed in his seat as he played his phone games.

"We are," Logan shrugged.

"You look like you can use a hand," Vic smirked to the little genius, And judging by your lack of bag you need to borrow as well," he set his brother's legs aside and escorted Tony to their bedroom.

When they were out of sight Bucky looked to Logan, "Why is he such a brat?"

The mutant shrugged, "Well he can buy whatever he wants. He does work for what he has but he can be one. But you're asking the wrong person."

"He treats Steve rudely and mean," the metal armed man huffed.

Logan nodded, "Oh I see," he paused and tried to find thought, "Everyone reacts differently to different things and people. Most people say me and Vic hate eachother. For a while it might have been true. He hated me because he felt I abandoned him and I felt the same. Even now people still think we hate eachother because of how we fight and stuff, but some people are just different in the way they act towards each other."

Bucky stared at him, not quite following,

"As you've seen, we fight a lot but there is a lot of love and respect between us even though it doesn't seem like it."

"Well he treats his mommy like he's the best thing ever."

"Thats because, to Tony, he is," Logan shrugged, "Just like how Steve is clearly the best person to you. Does Steve feel he's being treated unkindly or is it just you? Because if it's just you maybe you should once again ask Steve. Tony and Steve probably just have a different relationship than you and him do."

He crossed his arms, "When will your supper be drained of all it's blood?"

"Shouldn't be much longer, I went back and ran some water on it a while ago," he looked to the man.