"What you cooking?" Logan looked to his brother, "Bacon?"
"Yep," he beat the eggs.
"You should come jogging with us, you need to move those bones," he smirked.
He raised a brow and poured the eggs in the skillet, "Oh please, I leave you in the dust each time. Go check your friend."
"I'm right here," Bucky walked over, "Oh, food," he smiled and plopped in the chair.
"How was changing your first diaper?" Logan sat next to him.
He shrugged, "Was it suppose to be hard? I see mommy and daddy do it every day. And Sam when he's over."
"You would be surprised how big a deal people make over diapers," Vic rolled his eyes, "We've been around since nappies had to be fastened with safety pins."
"Oh daddy has used those on Tony before," he snickered, "Tony even told me that he stabbed his hip with it once."
"That was very not funny," Tony walked in, his tummy felt bad.
"What's up Stark, we're going on a jog," Logan grabbed at his toddler keys to appease the pain in his teeth.
"I suppose if everyone is going I will follow as much as I can. My stomach hurts."
"Well maybe you shouldn't have breakfast," Vic suggested, passing plates out.
"I'm not a breakfast person any way," he rubbed his tummy.
"I'll take his," Bucky smiled and ate up.
Victor and Logan dawned some shorts and Tony and Bucky simply put their clothes back on and followed them to a nice track. Tony didn't really run, he just sat and watched the others race as he nursed his pained stomach.
"Think Tony is ok?" Bucky kept his speed with the mutants. They were far from jogging and just racing to see who could do five laps fastest, "He doesn't seem too happy."
"When I win the race we can head back home," Victor smirked, pushing for the lead.
Tony held his stomach the whole way back and when they got to the house. This was a churning and twisting feeling in it that was traveling.
"Stomach issues, eh?" Logan looked to the man.
"Not at all," he sat down and whined.
"Well we have something you could use," Victor took out a brown glass bottle that said 'Organic Castor Oil', "Open."
"What is that?"
"Terrible stuff, now open up," he poured it in a measuring tablespoon.
The man quickly covered his mouth and turned away.
"Oh great, another you," Victor looked to his brother for aid.
"Well it is nasty," he grabbed Tony's nose and chin, making tony eventually opening his mouth for Victor to eat.
The genius whined and slapped at Logan's hand and pushed him, gagging.
"I'm sure you'll feel better now," Vic put the items away.
The three physically advantageous men had fun playing games and grappling as Tony's stomach pain subsided a little, but he refused to move from the seat.
"Need a change yet, Tony?" Bucky called while holding Logan in a headlock. His brother gave no responce, "Tony?"
Logan flipped the man over and looked over, "Maybe he's asleep, why don't we go invite him to play?"
They snuck to the area, behind the man who was slightly bent. In one swoop Logan grabbed his shoulders, making him flinch forward.
"Want to play, scardy cat?" Bucky snickered at the flinch. Their giggles soon turned to babbling confusion as Tony began to cry pitifully, "Hey whats wrong? We didn't scare you that bad, did we?"
Instead the man just kept crying.
"Uh, whats wrong Stark? Stomach still hurting?" Logan was a bit off about what to do as he had never really known Tony to be a crier, "What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, are you wet?" he grabbed the front of his brother's pants and recieved several slaps for his concern, "Did we scare you bad?" he rubbed his brother's head, "I'm sorry, please stop crying."
Victor peeked in the room and raised a brow, "What did you guys do?"
"He just started crying and wo-woah!" Logan grabbed his nose and backed up.
Victor sniffed the air and made a face, "Jeeze Stark, I didn't think the oil would take effect so quickly. Why didn't you go to the bathroom? Did you know where it was?"
That question just made Tony cry louder, "I was gonna go!"
The men looked between each other, as if to ask who would deal with it.
"Always Victor," the oldest complained as he leaned Tony over the bathtub to scrub his butt while the man cried miserably.
"I didn't know your brother did that," Logan commented as he had the washer going, "Good thing your mom sent him out in disposible," he cringed.
"He normally doesn't do that," Bucky was concerned. Tony did use the toilet for that, "Or at least I've never known him to. What did your brother give him?"
"Castor oil to make him go, but it shouldn't have worked that fast.."
"Come on, stop crying," Victor pat the man's back, "It's not that bad," it was like dealing with a real baby.
Bucky came over with a bottle of Tony's milk, "Here, this will make you feel better," he took his brother from Victor and put the bottle in his mouth, rocking him like he'd seen mama do.
Bucky twiddled his fingers outside the room as Rhodes yelled at Fury and Coulson. Somehow this felt like being outside a principal's office, and he was still not sure if he was in trouble or not.
Seemed they found out what gave Tony a nice time with the toliet all day that day, bringing him to near dehydration as anytime he tried to eat or drink anything it seemed to send him running to the potty again. Clint thought it was a bright idea to prank him by pouring magnesium citrate in his juice that morning. That took their little prank war over the line.
Bucky expressed his displeasure to Clint's stupid move in the form of a new bruise on the blond's forehead. Rhodes was a little more proffessional than Bucky and felt yelling at the man's superiors was a little more effective.
Steve looked to the side, he had no idea that his coparent knew so many languages. He put a hand on Bucky's shoulder, "Don't worry Bucky, I'm pretty sure mama will be a little proud when he hears how you reacted."
He looked to his father figure with a smile. Even if he had been in trouble he was far from sorry.
"But as for you," Steve turned his attention to his youngest, "I hope you learned something. Your little prank war with Clint is over."
Tony said nothing as he leaned on his bag, hiding his head under blanket as he tried to will his headache away.
After several long moments the Lut Colonel walked from the room, taking Tony by the hand and grabbing the bag, "Alright, we can go now," he called to them.
"Am I in trouble?" Bucky still felt compelled to ask.
"Oh of course not, Clint had that coming," he shook his head, "We're just going home."
"Daddy coming?"
"Sorry guys, I still have to work," he rubbed Bucky's head, "See you when I get home."
That made Bucky pout but he gave goodbyes and followed his mommy back to the car.