The trip to the beach turned out to be a picnic, which the kids enjoyed, and so did Sam. He watched as Bucky enjoyed the warm waters, reminding him not to go out too far. Tony was happily snorkeling, which surprised the babysitter since he wasn't sure if his chest could be fully submerged.

"Bucky! Come closer to the shore!" Sam called out as glanced up from his magazine.

The metal armed man grumbled but obeyed of course. He saw his little brother's snorkel and smiled, diving under.

This was a pretty easy pair to watch," The retiree smiled to himself. Soon as he thought that he heard a shriek that almost gave him a heart attack. He looked over to see Tony being raised onto Bucky's shoulders and rolled his eyes. Silly things.

"He doesn't seem to be tired, huh?" Sam glanced out at Bucky.

Tony looked up from his elaborate sandcastle, "Doesn't seem like it."

The man looked to his watch, "It's been an hour."

"Takes them a while to break a sweat," the genius went back to smoothing out his walls.

"Bucky!" Sam called to the ex weapon, "Come on out and eat, I'm pretty sure it's close to your guys' naptime. Or probably even past it," he muttered the last part.

"Just a little while longer!" he wanted to stay in the warm water forever, feeling weightless.

"Now Buck, we've been here for two hours, time to eat and go home."

The man kicked up a fuss, "Can we come back later?"

"We can try," Sam shrugged. He had no real intention on coming back, but no point telling him that and make things harder on himself.

That seemed to appease Bucky some and came swimming over, more than ready for a bite to eat.

"You are a prune," Sam shook his head and handed him his little lunch.

"He looks age appropriate," Tony commented, biting into his turkey sandwich.

"I could say the same thing for you," Bucky tugged the back of Tony's swimtrunks, exposing his diaper. That just got him a glare from the genius.

"Don't start that again," Sam handed him a juicebox.

Nothing much to say about the lunch, it was a lunch. After eating they headed back home.

"You two go wash the sand off while I vacuum my car out." Sam handed Bucky the basket.

"Why clean it out if we're going back?" he leaned in and watched him, offering his younger brother the basket.

"I don't like things being handed to me," Tony shook his head and hurried up to his bathroom to rinse off.

Bucky just gave him a look and followed up, leaving Sam to clean in peace.

Tony turned and looked at his brother as he barged in, "Don't you know how to knock?"

Bucky knocked on the inside of the door, "I need to rinse."

"Yeah I'm sure."

"Let me see the head," he dropped his trunks and reached.

The genius pulled the shower head towards himself, "Can I have some form of privacy?"

"What for? Not like I haven't already seen what you have to offer," he scoffed, "Let me see and I'll be out, I just have to rinse."

"I do too, wait your turn," he shooed.

"Just let me see it," he pulled at the cord.

"You're going to break it!" Tony aimed the head, shooting Bucky in the face with the warm water.

"Hey!" he shook his head yanked it, turning it on Tony, starting the inevitable water fight.

Once it was all cleaned Sam went to check the kids, he was sure he had to put some people in pampers. He stepped into Tony's room and saw something that raised quite a few red flags in his mind. A trail of water coming from the bathroom, along with the sound of shouting.

Inside Tony and Bucky had every inch of the bathroom soaked and that took talent. And they were still spraying each other, completely oblivious to the mess they had caused and the man standing in the doorway.

"HEY!" Sam glared at them both, bringing them back to reality, "What did you do!?"

They both paused and looked around the soaked room and at the babysitter's unpleased face.

Bucky, who was just barely taller than the other two men was standing on a chair cleaning the ceiling, grumbling some. Tony huffed as he wiped the walls down. Sam was far from happy since he had the task of mopping the floor, since he could clearly trust them to clean it by themselves.

"Well now I see that you two can't be trusted alone still," He poured about a gallon of water from the mop bucket to the toliet. At least the floor was now half mopped, "And you can stop youe grumbling. If anyone should be grumbling it's me for having to clean a mess I didn't make."

"Tony started it!" Bucky pointed down.

"You wouldn't get out of my shower!" he yelled up to him.

"I don't care," he told them both, "Clean, now."

Buck glared down to Tony again, "Baby."

"Takes one to know one, dick!" he threw the towel at his brother, hitting him in the head, to which Bucky retaliated by throwing his towel down at him.

"Not the chair!" Tony pushed at Wilson's shoulders to be released.

Sam was having none of it and locked the brat in his highchair, pressing the table against his stomach some, so he would be incapable of wiggling out of the bottom.

"You get to stay in the kitchen until I'm done," he grabbed the stool from the corner as Tony crossed his arms unhappily and snatched Bucky by the arm, bringing him back to Tony's room and putting the chair in the corner, "And you can sit here until I'm done, since you two can't stop fighting."

Buck crossed his arms and glared at the wall. Sam just huffed and went to clean the bathroom by himself.