Disclaimer: Marvel owns these guys, not me, no matter how much I wish of eyelashes, stars, and birthday cakes.

A/N: I know nothing about technological engineering so if it doesn't make sense, just go with it okay?

Chapter 5

"Stop moving," Tony warned, barely looking up from where he was fiddling with the wires on the arm he had whipped up quickly for Bucky. It was a bit like the Iron Man armor except it was wired to notice the movement in Bucky's shoulder and move accordingly as if it was a real arm. It was brilliant and Bucky was amazed that Tony had made it in such a short time.

"Like you're one to talk," Bucky snorted, nonetheless stilling his movements. "You fidget all the time."

"I do not," Tony protested, only on principle. He knew he moved incessantly but he couldn't help it. His thoughts were always racing and jumping around in his head and sometimes his body felt the need to try to catch up.

"You do too. Even Steve, the man who was oblivious to all your faults, told you that you fidgeted." Bucky said and then instantly regretted it as he watched Tony's face fall. "He doesn't remember anything about you, does he?"

"Not a thing," Tony shook his head, trying to keep tears out of his voice. "I think the crash with the ice must have knocked something loose in his brain because he doesn't remember a single moment with me. I keep trying to repeat things I said to him frequently but so far nothing has worked."

"Have you tried I love you?" Bucky asked. Tony shot him a look and he laughed. "Okay, I see your point about that. But you should probably take off all this makeup." Bucky reached out and rubbed a single finger across Tony's face, his finger coming back a different color. "I almost didn't recognize you and I don't even have brain damage."

"You do realize that the rest of the team will suspect something is up, right?" Tony asked.

"But if it makes Steve remember…"

"Then it's worth it," Tony said, surprised that Bucky even had to ask. There was nothing Tony wouldn't do to get back Steve's love, unless it was killing, because Steve would hate that. He refocused on the wires, fusing two together, and then looked back up at Bucky, unable to resist. "Do you think there's a chance?"

"Tony, I have faith that wherever or whenever you and Steve go, love between the two of you has more than a fighting chance." Bucky said. Tony looked away for a moment and then looked back, a weak but sincere smile on his face.

"Listen to you, Bucky, waxing poetic. Careful or people might think you actually have a brain." Tony said in faux horror. Because that was what they did. Tony and Bucky's friendship consisted entirely of making fun of each other and Tony was glad to have him back. If he couldn't have a Steve who remembered him then he was glad at least to have a Bucky who remembered him.

"Shut up," Bucky said and for a moment forgot himself, leaning forward to elbow him with an arm that wasn't there. He watched in amazement as the silver arm Tony had made for him elbowed Tony in the ribs, looking just like a real arm. "That's amazing,"

"Sir, Steve is trying to gain access. Would you like for me to allow him in?" JARVIS asked. Tony looked out through the glass and saw Steve in all his six foot two glory, his brow furrowed adorably as he punched in his code. The air immediately got electrified when he noticed Steve, as if that beautiful smile could actually start electrons vibrating.

"Go ahead J, Bucky and I are done telling secrets anyway," Tony said, rolling his chair away from Bucky and tossing a screwdriver onto his already cluttered desk and then rolling towards the door as Steve entered. "Hey Steve."

"Hi Tony," Steve greeted him with his amazing smile. Tony ignored the foolish flutter in his heart. Honestly, despite Bucky's faith, it was beyond impossible that Steve would not only make the mistake of falling in love with him once but then make the same mistake again.