Sorry for not updating. I've been mega busy.
I hate how busy I am. Maybe I can program the suit to attend meetings, press conferences and the rest of those fun activities. Aside from getting to work for a couple of hours in the shop, I have had zero downtime. It's frustrating and I'm getting slightly stir-crazy.
Thankfully, the group has planned an Avenger's outing for the day. Everyone was allowed to pick an activity. Tasha and Clint are starting our morning off with the gun range and frankly, I could've done without their happy violence. Pepper's taking advantage of the opportunity and has gladly joined both Clint and Tasha in the range.
Bruce, Thor and I have opted to watch safely from the outside.
Clint and Tasha have gone with the typical silhouette targets and Pepper, well.. She apparently had one made for the occasion.
Crack. My attention went straight to Thor who was doubled over with laughter. "Tony. Hah-That, is rather humorous."
What. I looked in the direction that he pointed and there she is setting up her custom target. Pepper looked over her shoulder, noting she had my attention and proudly stepped aside so I could get a glimpse at what she was shooting.
I see she still has a sense of humor. My mouth forms a thin line as I eyed the life size blow up of me in the other room. Did I mention that her sense of humor was rather sick and twisted to say the least? The red head made a pistol with her fingers and pointed it right at me.
"Damn, Stark.. What'd you do to make her chose you as her target?" Bruce clapped my shoulder and I shrug. What do I not do? I could breathe a little different and she'd shit a brick house.
A rule of thumb when you associate yourself with Pepper Potts in any way, shape or form, is to never let your guard down. She's put me in a headlock several times when I've least expected it. I've also woken up just before conferences I that I otherwise wouldn't have attended without force.
"Marvelous!" Thor shouted, stunning my ears. "Lady Potts has a natural way with guns. Look!" He turned my head to look at her work and sure enough, she shot her target in the dead center of his head. Maybe she needs a vacation because if she's hinting at anything, it's that.
Of course, Natasha and Clint are like two kids in a candy store. They've brought as many weapons as they possibly could. We're in a shooting range and Natasha is throwing knives. Okay. They might as well be bullets with how fast she throws them. The two of them are probably- Actually, scratch that. They are the only couple I know that get all gushy and shit while they're in a shooting range. It's quite obvious that the two were a match made in Budapest.
"Why can I not use Mjölnir?!" Thor discovered the "test your strength" game and well.. he refused to use to hammer that was given to him. "Tony! This midgardian-"
Yes, call on me. Tony Stark can fix everything. I pursed my lips, handing Thor the proper hammer for the game. "Because..your hammer will break this." Like he really needed Mjölnir for a strength game made for humans. I don't care about what anyone else says. Thor is a diva.
He frowned, "I suppose I'll win this game anyways."
He won and was now wandering around Coney Island with a bear that was somehow the exact same color as Loki's cape. Wonder why he picked that one out of all the others. Smells like someone misses their hellion of a brother.
We haven't even been here for more than thirty minutes and the dynamic couple have already wandered off, arms linked. Thor tried convincing me to ride the Cyclone. Nope. I don't do wooden coasters. Never have, never will. I opted to stay back and watch the two jump in line like two children.
"Tony, hey!"
I snapped out of my thoughts, figuring that the ride was over and the two wanted to try out some of the more extreme rides. Thank god Banner can control himself. I wasn't exactly up to paying for the damages caused by the green guy. It's not like I'm made of money.
Well. It's Steve and Bucky. They're both smiling and...oh- they're holding hands. Of course they are. They're a couple. I can't help acknowledge the pang of jealous that's punched into my gut. "Hey..you two."
"What are you doing here?" Steve grins, a half eaten candy apple in his hand.
"Oh, y'know. Just taking my kids out for a night on the town." They all might as well be my children.
"You have kids?" They asked in unison, both sporting equally puzzled expression.
I nodded, thumbing to the pair in line for the coaster. "Yeah, I've got all four of them with me." I began listing them off with my fingers, "Bruce, Thor, Natasha and Clint."
Their mouths formed into thin lines before they erupted with laughter. "You had us going for a second." Bucky grinned, noting Thor and Banner who were now boarding the roller coaster.
I wasn't sure as to whether I should have been offended or not. I mean.. I sleep around, sure but I'm not careless enough to have four children running around. Ugh. Kids.
"Why aren't you riding anything?"
"I just don't like wooden coasters."
Steve tossed his head back, "You're kidding?! They're so much fun."
Yes, Steve. Wooden death machines are so much fun. I just adore the whiplash and bruised lungs that I get from them. "Totally."
His eyes narrowed before dropping the candied apple and snatching my wrist without much warning, Bucky's hand still holding his other. "You're riding."
No. No. No. No, I am not. I planted my heels into the dirt, pulling against Steve, the friction burning my wrist. "Steve, damn it."
"Oh c'mon." He continued dragging me deeper into the queue for the ride, Bucky cheering him on the entire way. Oh, they fucking precious.
"That's the spirit, Tony!" Thor clapped me on the back, knocking the air out of my lungs. Lovely. I looked over my shoulder, seeing both him and Bruce have joined us in line for round two on the coaster.
I am going to die tonight. The four that surrounded me were clamoring about how great this coaster was and Steve still had a death grip on my wrist to ensure that I wouldn't be going anywhere. Thor had his chest pressed against my back, locking me in between the four. There's no getting out of this.
Of course, Steve picks the very front of the car while Bucky and Bruce settle for the one behind us and Thor, the next. I looked over my shoulder and I kid you not, Thor was pouting because he was by himself. Diva.
I'm instantly sick to my stomach as soon as the train leaves the station, slowly taking off up the hill. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Yup. Definitely going to die. Steve grabs my wrist, holding it up in the air. He's having the time of his life and I want to try but I can because of the wooden coaster. He nudges me, flashing a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine, relax."
Son of a bitch. As soon as the car reached the peak, I could feel my stomach leap up into my throat. Shit, no. I looked ahead at the rest of the coaster and nothing but hills and neck breaking turns.
Steve and everyone else is screaming with joy while I'm howling in fear with a death grip in the one thing holding me in the car. Please, let this ride be over soon.
Steve was breathless, his back pressed against the wall. He was kind enough to take me to the med tent to make sure I was okay while the others continued riding. I told him that I was fine and that it wasn't necessary but he insisted and so did Bucky. I threw up. It's not like my spine snapped in two. His blue eyes watched intently, a smirk on his face as the nurse poked a prodded at me. Obviously there was no shame in causing me to throw up. The nurse dismissed me, telling Steve that I needed to relax for a few minutes and that I could get back to roller coasters that very night. No thanks.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." He flicked a french fry at me.
Once again, I'm forcing back a smile because I can't get over the image of him cuddled up into Bucky's neck, peppering kisses all over him. I'm not used to being jealous. "Well then, Steve. Tell me."
He swallows the mouthful of fries, "It's about what happened back at the bakery."
Fuck. I could feel the instant heat that's now creeping up the back of my neck. "Bucky doesn't know, right?"
Steve shook his head. "No." He sighed, regret written all over his face and just like that, my heart sinks.
"Jesus. I'm sorry."
"Not your fault."
"I didn't stop you."
"Yeah but I know better. Being drunk isn't an excuse, Tony." He frowns, stabbing at the french fries.
I don't really know what to say to him. I've apologized and I don't really understand what the point is of him bringing this up unless he wants to just forget about it. "Listen, if you want to just act like it never happened, I-"
Steve reached for my hand, massaging it with his thumb. "Tony, I don't want to act like it never happened." The larger man leaned over the table, his lips brushed against my cheek.
I was relieved but I don't really get what he's trying to get at. "I don't..Are you leaving Bucky, then?"
"I don't know."
