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It was the sound of a quiet pinging noise that woke him from a restless sleep. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times against the faint light filtering into the bedroom from the closed blinds. Steve was curled up beside him, head resting on Bucky's shoulder. He exhaled, letting his eyes drift shut again until the pinging noise sounded once more, and he groaned.

"Someone's trying to get a hold of you, Steve," he grumbled, burying his face in the pillow.

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[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Super soldiers were such show offs, Tony thought, watching Barnes effortlessly flick off the top. He opened his own beer in a more normal way.

“I insist that everyone always stands in my presence—of course you can sit, damn, I have to get used to 40s manners all over again.”

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Bucky looked down momentarily at that, well-aware that Steve hadn't been around Tony much in the last year or so because of him. He sat down in the chair that was near the Cradle, carefully setting Monet down on her feet even though she immediately laid down on his feet. He rubbed behind her ears, taking another sip of the beer. It was good; rich in flavor and smooth in a way that most beer wasn't. Tony, though, could obviously afford top shelf liquor.

"Thanks," he murmured, glancing over at Tony again. For letting him be there with Steve. For not killing either of them when he'd had the chance. For offering him kindness that he knew he certainly didn't deserve, especially not from a man whose parents he killed.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Tony made another face. “Don’t thank me. It makes me feel weird.”

He popped a couple pieces of popcorn in his mouth and walked over to study Bucky. He looked at Monet on his feet and the lump of the monitor caught his eye.

“What’s that?” he said, nodding at it.

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Bucky drew in a slow breath. "Ankle monitor. Courtesy of SHIELD." He pressed his lips together.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Tony frowned. A screwdriver appeared in his hand.

“Want it off?” he said. “I can tell from here it’s amateur. Something that low-end in my lab offends me.”

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"Wasn't sure there wasn't some kind of fail-safe with it or I would've removed it myself," he admitted. He didn't trust SHIELD at this point anymore than he trusted HYDRA. He cast a troubled glance toward the Cradle, and Steve's unconscious form that lay inside.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“Cap’s fine,” Tony said, dismissively. “Come over here and stick your foot in the scanner, FRIDAY will tell us if it’s anything.”

Once Tony indicated the right spot, he turned away and took a long swing of his drink. His heart was going faster than he wanted it to be.

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Bucky hesitated a moment before rising to his feet and setting his beer in the chair, crossing the room to the spot that Tony had indicated, watching him momentarily. If there was one thing he was still very, very good at, it was reading people's body language and he could tell that Tony was deeply uncomfortable. "You don't have to do this." His voice was quiet.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Tony snorted, dry. “Course I don’t, pork chop. I’m not the one whose being blackmailed. Get your footsie in under that light. FRIDAY, run a scan when he does.”

He still didn’t turn to face Bucky.

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He had a feeling that Tony was fully aware of what it was like to be blackmailed, given his money and status. He pressed his lips into a thin line and slid his foot under the light as instructed, holding his breath.

"There's nothing abnormal about the device, Sir," FRIDAY said a moment later, and Bucky exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Tony turned back to him.

“I’d be happy to do it,” he said. “But I have plenty of tools if you want to do the honors.”

His face was even, back under control.

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He was immensely relieved that at least Fury hadn't been secretly planning to kill him if he removed the monitor. It put him slightly above HYDRA on his list of unstrustworthy people. "I can get it," he said quietly. Realistically, he could just yank it off and crush it now that he knew there was no danger that would come with destroying it. At least not in the immediate sense of the word.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Tony nodded. “Well, mi casa es su casa. Dum-E, help him out if he needs it.”

He went over to the Cradle to check on Steve. He was too restless to sit still and he wasn’t sure how much more looking at Barnes he could deal with.

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Bucky moved to sit back down in the chair, Monet sitting at his feet and wagging her tail as she watched him. He crossed his legs, right one on top so he could get a good look at the device before simply wrapping his metal fingers around it and tugging hard. It hurt a little but then the device was off.

To his bemusement, Dum-E reached out and took it from him, moving to dispose of it in the trash can, beeping and chirping the whole way.

Fortunately for both Bucky and Tony, Natasha chose that moment to make her appearance, striding out of the elevator and into the lab like she owned the place. He'd noticed it was a thing she did anytime she entered a room, and he'd also noticed that no one really messed with her. It was kind of impressive.

"So is he reenacting Sleeping Beauty?" She moved to the Cradle to peer down at Steve.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“I promise there were no poisons, in apple form or otherwise,” Tony said, with a little glance to Bucky. He heard the crunch of the guy just ripping off the monitor and he didn’t want anything else to be next.

Natasha said, “So no true loves kiss?”

She smirked at Bucky.

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Bucky rolled his eyes, giving her a look in return. "He's gotta sleep til his hand is fixed," he responded as Monet trotted over to Natasha to greet her. Traitor.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

Natasha got a really tasty treat out of her pocket and fed it to Monet, her tail wagging happily. She had no compunctions about cheating.

“So, any ideas about what sort of getaway you guys are looking for?” Natasha said. “Other than “alone.””

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Bucky narrowed his eyes at the realization that Natasha was bribing his dog, but he didn't really mind. She was a good pup and she deserved to be spoiled. At her question, his gaze flicked to Tony quickly before he looked down at his hands.

"We talked about Canada," he admitted. "Somewhere quiet. Maybe in the woods." Far away from anyone else.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“I have a home near Banff national park,” Tony said, immediately. “It’s downright rustic. I haven’t been there in years—no internet and the cell-service sucks. Want the keys?”

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Tony might as well have asked him if he wanted to start staying at Avengers Tower for as caught off guard as Bucky felt at the question. Admittedly, no internet and phones sounded pretty good. He was pretty sure it'd sound good to Steve, too and he looked hesitantly at the other man. "Does uh -- Fury know anything about it?"

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“FRIDAY?” Tony asked.

“It’s now owned by a shell corporation that has no connection to Stark Industries. There’s no record of the address in any of your files.”

“There you go,” Tony said. “She’ll keep an eye on any chatter for you, too, while you go pretend to be lumberjacks. Don’t actually cut down any trees, though, it’s protected land.”

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Natasha smirked. "I'm sure they'll be a little too busy to be worried about cutting down trees."

Bucky barely resisted the urge to groan, shaking his head at her and reaching out to pet Monet when she moved back to sit beside him again. "You're the literal worst," he mumbled.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“Nat, god, you should have seen them. They were all over each other when the elevator door opened, open tub of hummus between them. I’ll never be the same!”

Tony theatrically threw himself on a low ratty sofa in the corner of the room.

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"And up until a few days ago they were both still deeply in denial about their feelings for one another. It finally made sense to me why Steve shot me down every time I tried to set him up on a date."

Bucky huffed, rising to his feet and moving over to look out the window, cheeks warm with heat.

[littleguyfrombrooklyn]

“A lot made more sense,” Tony said. “I told Steve this, I told him—I thought he was asexual. Judging by what I just saw, though, that’s definitely not true.”

He was looking at Natasha, but he was aware of Bucky. “He told me he was just mourning, before.”