Arm Wrestling

Summary: Tony doesn't like to be beaten.

AN: This take directly after "On Your Left". BTW, I don't want to keep mentioning with arm is metal or not. We all know by now, Bucky's left arm is his metal arm.

"Flashbacks/Thoughts"

Jarvis

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"We're home!"

Tony looked up from his tablet, only to chuckle as he saw the state the three soldiers were in. Bucky was emotionless, but his eyes were amused as well. Steve was soaking wet, and muddy, covered in pond scum, while Sam was winded, but smirking.

"Nice run?" Tony asked.

"Hell yea!" Sam said.

Steve sighed, "I'm going to shower," he said, walking out of the kitchen.

"You're shoes are squeaking," Bucky informed him, following closely.

"Yea, yea," Steve sighed, then looked at his friend. "Why don't you stay? You can start making some oatmeal for us."

Bucky tilted his head. "Ok."

Steve and Sam left, and Bucky turned to the cupboard. Tony watched with an engineer's eye as Bucky reached in with his left hand, easily grasping the glass handle of a mug and lifting it out. Tony watched closely as the man set it down, and grabbed two more.

"Your control is amazing," Tony noted.

Bucky jumped, his left hand twitching so badly that he snapped the mug's handle off. "Sorry," he said on reflex, as Steve said it was proper.

Tony chuckled. "It's okay," he replied, then repeated. "Your control is amazing."

Bucky glanced at the metal arm. "It was necessary," he said quietly, and threw away the broken glasses.

Tony peered closer. "Are you left-handed?" he asked.

"Originally," Bucky nodded, "But I was trained to be ambidextrous."

Tony stood up, he went to touch but Bucky turned, suddenly tense. "Please don't," Bucky said.

Tony held his hands up and took a step back; he would be the same if someone new tried to touch his arc reactor. Bucky kept a wary eye on him and Tony continued to watch; analyzing with his eyes as the metal shifted with his movements. Tony tilted his head as an idea came to him.

"I saw you rip a car door off with that," Tony noted, then nodded to cupboard. "And pick up glass."

"I've practiced," Bucky shrugged.

Tony suddenly smirked at him. "Wanna do something cool?" he asked.

~Moments Later~

Steve walked into the kitchen, pulling his shirt over his head. "Bucky? Is the coffee-."

Steve paused, staring. Tony and Bucky were at the bar table, facing each other, arms cocked. Tony was wearing one of his suit gauntlets, on his left arm, gripping on an equally metal arm, Bucky's arm. Steve cautiously walked towards them.

"Uh, what are you doing…?"

"Seeing who's is better," Tony said, smirking at Bucky.

Bucky wasn't smirking, he was utterly serious. "I'll will win Steve," he said seriously.

Steve sweatdropped. "That's not what I'm worried about."

"On my mark," Jarvis intoned, "Three."

Tony and Bucky tensed, leaning closer in,

"Two."

Eye contact.

"One."

War.

End.

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So this chapter revealed a lot. Tony is on the road of friendship with Buck, Bucky is left-dominant, yet ambidextrous, and Bucky has control of his arm similar to an elephant with it's trunk.

I'm doing a good job so far of keeping my chapters chronological, so yay me!

Til next time,

Ja ne~!