"Oww!" Tony pushed at the floor with his feet, and at Sam's hip with his hands, "Sorry, I'm sorry!"
Sam sighed as he held to the man's waist. Maybe putting him over the counter was a bad idea. He squirmed far more than Bucky had, but alas another difference between brothers. Bucky just sniffed in the pouting chair while rubbing his already smacked bottom
"Stand still," he raised his waist some, bringing his palm down against the naked skin of the man's thigh, causing his hand to sting.
"I've learned my lesson, please let me go," he whined, rubbing the burning flesh.
"Move your hand and take the punishment properly," he pushed his hand.
"But I learned. See, stay near to sitter at all times, do not leave the house without sitter, no drinking or smoking," he tried to push from the counter.
"Good to hear, now move your hand," he tapped a foot.
Tony winced, "You need more than that?"
"I can always get your mom on the line," he started. That was all it took to get the genius grumbling and putting his hand back down, "That was 20, my hand hurts," he resumed punishing the man's rear.
His grit his teeth, "Your poor hand!"
After several more hard spanks he figured the man punished enough and released him. Tony, of course, sobbed, rubbing his pained rear and pouted at his baby sitter.
"What are you crying about? My hand is killing me," he waved it about and massaged the palm of it. He wasn't quite sure if they were telling the truth about what Steve and Rhodes normally used to punish them, but he would nonchallantly ask later.
Thankfully after that the day seemed rather peaceful with Bucky simply watching movies to himself and Tony sat on the couch pouting, nodding on and off.
"Why don't you both take your naps?" he suggested, neither boy moved from the couch. Sam wanted them both asleep, but as long as they were behaving he was happy enough.
Bucky looked to his little brother for a moment, he was attempting to read a magazine to keep awake.
The older man sighed, seeing his still red, slightly moist cheeks, "Tony?"
"What do you want?" he asked from behind the magazine.
"You want a bottle?" he looked, watching the man's facial expression change mildly from pouty to minor yearning. He smiled and stood, "I'll go get you one."
The man hurried to the kitchen and looked about for whatever Rhodes put in his younger brother's bottle to please him. Despite being in this family for little over a month he was still new to where everything was placed, it probably didn't help that he had been in different places half the time.
"What are you doing?" Sam looked up from his meat marinating to the child of the man.
"Tony wants a bottle, mama sometimes makes him this milk drink. I'm just looking for it. He says it's suppose to be good for infants up," he looked for the jug.
Sam looked to the fridge, "Is this it?" he held up a jug that said 'Bap Tap'.
"Think so," he reached for it.
"I'll make a bottle, you go relax," he gathered some of the items and assumed Bucky wanted the milk too so he poured some in the sippy cup.
The man was just standing there waiting, he wanted to deliever it to Tony himself. Sam looked to him and just handed the items over to him so he would go relax.
"Thank you," the older man took his cuppie and Tony's bottle, running back to the couch, "Here's your baba."
The genuis glanced to it, eyes still heavy from crying and fatigue, "Thank you," he took it gently and began sucking away.
He smiled as his brother sucked greedily and sat next him to join in consumption. It was pretty darn tasty. He glanced to Tony again as he gingerly sat on the couch, "No hard feelings?"
He shrugged some, "No, I guess not."
"Ok guys, the meat is almost done, do you want peas or carrots for veggies?" Sam called to the men but got no responces, "Guys?" he stepped into the livingroom and saw Tony and Bucky asleep against eachother on the couch. He chuckled and shook his head, "Siblings are weird."
Rhodes sighed as he came in, hanging his jacket up. It was far from a long day for him. He got home about six pm, just in time for dinner apparently. Hey, he was not going to question or complain.
"Evening," the Lut. Col waved.
"Evening," Sam waved, "How was work?"
"Work was work," he shrugged, "How were the kids?"
"Mischevious as silings tend to be. Bickering and such." he made sure to leave out the part where he lost them, "They nearly flooded the bathroom in a water fight."
Rhodes just rolled his eyes and nodded, "Yeah, thats how brothers can be, I hear. You got any siblings?"
"Little sister and an older brother," he looked to the man with a smirk, "So I know well how to deal with diapers,"
"Good to hear. Whats for dinner?" he stepped to the kitchen and washed his hand in the kitchen sink, grabbing a plate, "Smells great."
He let the man fix his plate and waited for a minute, watching him grab some flavored beer, "Why hide it there? It'll be warm."
"I like my drinks room temperature, and if I leave it out my brat will find his way to it," he offered him one, which he accepted, then sat at the table to eat.
Sam popped the top and took a long sip, "So, mind if I ask you a few questions?"