"Please," Steve sighed as Tony drove, "I really want you two to behave here properly."

Bucky looked at his younger brother as they traveled, "Do I get to drive?"

"Not my car you don't," Tony laughed and stepped on the accelorator.

"You're not even going to be driving your car if you start that speeding," the daddy figure warned, "Keep it speed limit."

"But speed limit is boring!" Tony complained, slowly down by one mile.

Steve narrowed his eyes, "I'll make you pull it over and drive it myself if you don't slow this car down and drive properly. Only warning."

The man huffed, slowing to speed limit, hating every minute of it, "Do you even know how to drive a car? I thought you only knew how to drive motorbikes."

"We've been over this, it's a motorcycle," he gave him a look, "And yes I have a valid driver's liscence. Now please, no fighting with Clint and no touching anything," he warned.

"What are we suppose to do for fun?" Tony grumbled and parked the car where he had been told.

"Mommy packed you two some toys and stuff," only problem was finding where they would be able to play and relax. If it wasn't private enough Tony would end up ignoring any and all his items to keep face, after all he was the playboy blah blah blah. And if he ignored his items he would end up getting into trouble.

"I want you to be a good boy as well, Bucky," Steve told him as he took the bag on his shoulder. His boy nodded, intent on pleasing his father. The blond smiled and rubbed his head before they went to the secret paths to the building.

Nat looked over, "What are Stark and the Winter Solider doing here? Couldn't find a babysitter?"

"No I couldn't, my normal one had a set engagement," he pushed them off to another room.

Bucky stared at Nat. He remembered her, they fought.

"Alright I guess you guys can use this room," he took them to a small office room.

"Daddy?"

"Yes Bucky?" Steve set things up for them.

"I know that girl. We fought. I..." he paused and looked to the floor, "I think I shot her."

Steve looked off, he knew both of those as nothing less than fact. He had been there when Bucky fought Nat, but she had shown him the bullet wound. All he could do was nod, which made Buck feel awful.

"You weren't yourself then. Remember you were under control," he grabbed him and kissed his forehead, "You are not under control any more are you?"

"No?"

"So no worries," he smiled, "Ok, daddy has to get to work," he grabbed Tony's pants, "Any wet diapers or pull ups?"

"You could always just ask, rather than pull at my clothes," Tony gave the man a look.

"When I ask you don't give me a straight answer so I choose this method." he checked him again. When he was convinced the genius was still dry he let him go, "Alright I'm going to check in, do you need me to do anything?" he looked between them.

"I'm fine," Bucky reached in the bag and began to grab a water bottle.

"Ok, please behave," he rubbed Bucky's head and Tony's back, "I'll be back soon to check on you both," he went off to clock in.

Tony watched the man go and looked into the bag for their breakfast. He smiled at the bowls and such.

"What did mama make?"

"Oatmeal with fruit, bagels and cream cheese, and uhm," he opened a container to check, "cut up sasuages and yogurts," he smiled, taking his spoon and pulling a bagel and yogurt to him.

Buck smiled and went for the oatmeal first, "Mama and Sam can make some good meals," he took to his spoon and chowed down.

"I love mama's pancakes. Sometimes he adds whipped cream and strawberries to them. They are delicious!" he took a spoon of his yogurt.

Tony sketched, still trying to figure out how to add oxygen to his suit without making it bulky. Bucky was enjoying pushing his cars across the table but was getting bored rather quickly.

"Hey Tony?"

"What?"

"Is there something else we can do? Like an exercise room?"

"You are a fanatic," he commented, tapping the pencil to his lip.

"Well what about a movie?"

Tony looked to the side, "That I think we can do." he stood and gathered together the items, just enough to make it easier for Steve to put them away, "Come on."

"We're not going to get in trouble for leaving the office are we?" he looked about the outside of the room, as if scoping.

"Depends what we do," this was different than mama's place so there were things they could probably do.

"How about we do something to not get in trouble," Rhodes was bad enough but he did not want Steve upset with him. Especially not for the same reason.

"We're just going to find a computer to watch a movie on," he waved a hand.

Bucky started to speak again but was suddenly crashed into by someone.

"OWW! WTH!?" Clint held his eye, "Why are you two here again?"

"To watch you be useless?" Tony smiled, "What's happening?"

"Mission is happening. Go make out with your machines," he rubbed his eye and hurried around them.

"What does a mission mean for us?" Buck rubbed his metal arm and looked to his brother.

"That means I have agreed to watch you guys until Steve comes back," Coulson smiled to them both, "And I think I have the perfect place to take you both to."