Steve moved quickly, leaving Bucky in his bed as he got dressed to head out. The sun was barely up but surprise, he could hear Rhodes moving about in his room. Sam was probably in the gym working out, maybe he had a minute to work out. He probably had an hour.

Sam slapped the punching bag around, having a blast as the thing flopped about.

"Angry already?" The blond joked as he descended the stairs, "How'd you sleep?"

The retiree scoffed, "With a mobile over my head. First you put me in military mama's room, then baby iron's. Felt like I should have been in a crib."

"Youve been in worse," he gave him a friendly slap on the back.

He gave the bag a hard right hook and nodded, "True. But can't deny me the right to be a bit wierded out just a little."

"Happy to hear you slept well," Steve smirked and took to jumping rope.

After a vigorous session in the gym Steve went to have a quick freshening up and check Bucky. The work was no where near what he needed to break a sweat so he was far from worried about smelling.

"So this is the guy you had giving aid?" Rhodey peeked around, adjusting his tie, "did you give him the run down of the lab and house rules?"

"Of course not, I told him the kids survive off plain sugar and butter and he can just send them on to Manhattan when he's done feeding them," he smiled.

"Just make sure he puts air holes in the boxes and the right postage," he smiled back.

"Ah, good, I caught you," Sam handed the Lut. Colonel a bag, "lunch since I assume you're not staying for breakfast."

James smiled, grabbing the bag, "thanks, I will enjoy. Hey, you know how to change a diaper right?"

"They have tthis thing called YouTube. Can help with anything, " he smirked.

"Great to hear," James grabbed his coffee.

"What is it?" The blond gave a confused glance.

"Explain later," he dismissed him and pointed some things out, "pouting stool for timeout in the kitchen, anywhere else is up to you," he explained a few things as Sam gave Steve his bag.

"I think he has it, look at the time. We better get going,"

Steve gently pushed the head parent out, "see ya, Sam."

The retiree smiled and got back to cooking breakfast for the kids, if this was anything like the last time it would be easy sailing.

First up that morning was Tony, surprising to Sam but he had no real idea their sleep routine, just that the 'kids' napped around noon thirty.

"Morning Tony. I made a spread for the three of us. I still don't quite know what you like so I just grabbed at things in the fridge."

The genius looked at the feast laid before him. Grits with butter, toast, jam, ham both sliced and shredded, and hard boiled eggs. Sam and Rhodes had to be related.

"Someone had a busy morning," Tony rubbed his eyes, "I'll just take my plate to the lab with me, thanks."

"Or," Sam interrupted Tony's reaching, "You can go wash your hands and sit at the table while I fetch Bucky," he had come from a family that enjoyed at least one meal together and since he was thrown into another family setting he felt appropriate to keep that tradition going. Especially since he knew the three of them probably wouldn't be in the same room again for quite a while.

Tony huffed and looked to the chair, flopping in it and looking back at the man.

"Wash your hands, Tony," he reminded him whilest walking to Steven's room, where he was told the winter solider was currently sleeping, "It's amazing how you can have bedrooms bigger than most people's flats yet still want to share a bed," he chuckled to himself.

Buck was a mess of hair and covers as he slept, suckling his thumb as he nestled to his stuffed friend.

He looked so peaceful that Sam didn't want to wake him, but he could always go back to sleep after breakfast, "Hey Bucky?" He gently shook him, "Time to eat breakfast."

"Mama?" The man moaned around his thumb as he barely stirred.

"Nope, not mom. Sam," he snickered, shaking him again, "Up and adam. Time for your favorite thing. Food."

A blue eye cracked open to peek the man, "Oh hi! It's you again," he smiled and stretched out and hopped out of bed. He cringed and felt the sudden sloshing in his pants, "I'll be out in a minute, going to the pot."

"Alright, hurry to the kitchen or we may eat it all," the babysitter waved and walked off.

Buck quickly ran to daddy's bathtoom. Why was he wet? He didn't have a bad dream, if anything it was abnormally peaceful for him. So why was he soaked?

"Did you wash your hands?" Sam came from behind the genius.

"Yes I did," Tony sighed and began to pile his plate, "can I eat in the lab?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no," Sam scolded as he poured orange juice in a sippy for Buck and a bottle for Tony, "Won't kill you to enjoy a meal with people."

The man just pouted and looked toward the wimdow.

Bucky came in and looked at the huge spread, "This is why you're my favorite chef," he clapped and sat at the table. He glanced to his younger brother, "Shouldn't you be in your new chair?"

"Shouldn't you be shutting up?" He gave him a smiling glare.

"Don't start that," Sam broke it up, "Your mom told me about your time out chairs and I'd hate to start the morning off like that, but if I have to I will," he warned.

The older man gave his younger brother a scolding glare before sitting to eat the feast set before him.

"So, how did everyone sleep?" Sam smiled and began munching on his chopped ham.

"I slept ok," Tony played with his grits some.

"I slept pretty well," Buck smiled and munched his jam slathered toast, "I dreamt of the sea. Having a good swim."

"Well its a nice day, maybe we can go out for a swim a little later," the babysitter commented as he sipped his hit coffee.