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Who: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark.
Where: Tony's apartment
When: Backdated to July 4th
Summary: Steve brings Bucky to Tony in hopes of him repairing his arm. It doesn't work out so well.
Warnings: People being idiots.

Ever since he reunited with Bucky, Steve had been doing his best to help him adjust to Saeng Seong. Of course he probably didn't need the help in doing so, but Steve just wanted to be there for him now and spend as much time as possible with Bucky. After all, who knew what was going to happen here. Bucky might be sent home or he could go back, something that he didn't want even though he was going to eventually meet him on Earth.

But for now, he wanted to concentrate on what was happening here. His memories of this city were going to disappear later, so he had to make sure that he made the most of their current situation.

Bucky still wouldn't give out any details about what happened, other than he forgot a lot of things. Mostly their childhood. But he couldn't help that if he had amnesia from the fall, even if it really saddened him. He tried a couple of times to bring up some of their shared memories, but he didn't get much of a reaction. It was upsetting, but Steve just had to stick by him, even if the process was going to be slow. It sorta gave him more of a purpose here anyway, someone that he could help.

Of course, he was just as worried about him not giving any details about his future, even if there was probably a reason for it. Steve didn't like it, but he never pushed the topic too much. He wasn't about to force anything out of Bucky and maybe he would eventually give out some details on his own.

But if he was honest about everything, it had been sorta stressful dealing with this new Bucky. Steve didn't regret being around him though, he would gladly deal with the stress and the confusion. Steve just hoped that Bucky would talk to him more or smile more again, instead of that blank gaze he now had. Luckily, Steve wasn't the type to give up on people, especially if it was his best friend.

It didn't take him long to notice that Bucky's metal arm wasn't working all too well. He hadn't moved it since Steve had been around him, so it wasn't hard to figure out. It was a complex piece of technology and he had no idea how to fix something like that, but luckily he knew someone that probably could.

Tony Stark.

It wasn't hard convincing Bucky to go along with him; after Steve promised that he'd stay with him during the procedure he just nodded silently. So, he was here in front of Tony's apartment, knocking on the door and waiting for the engineer to answer. He probably should have let Tony know that he was coming, but he was just so wrapped up in trying to help Bucky that he kinda forgot to be more polite about this.

He really owed him once this was over.

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"Sir, Captain Rogers at the door for you."

Normally, Tony wouldn't mind Rogers randomly showing up. Well, not too much, at least. He wasn't the biggest fan of Cap, to say the very least, but Steve Rogers wasn't that awful a guy, as it turned out. Really, under normal circumstances, Rogers appearing out of the blue wouldn't be a problem, he supposed he could spare a minute or two for Captain America on the 4th of July.

This was not normal circumstances.

Tony opened the door, some witty remark about whether Rogers was planning to wear that ridiculous uniform he'd received for Christmas--in honor of Independence Day, of course--half-way to his mouth when his eyes wandered to the the shady guy behind Steve's broad figure. He paused mid-word, staring at the guy, who seemed really familiar for some reaso--

Oh. Oh no.

Shit.

The assassin had only half been paying attention to the hallway and where they were going exactly--what mattered was that he was going to get his arm fixed, and the captain was very much capable of defending against any possible threats, so he let his eyes wander as he'd trailed behind the man. But he'd counted the doorways without being aware of it, and for some reason the one they ended up standing in front of gave him a strange feeling, so he looked up when the door opened.

Right into Tony Stark's face.

The Winter Soldier did not hesitate when he saw a target. He went straight for the man's throat with his working hand, ignoring the minor obstacle of the other super soldier and looking very much like he was doing his best to kill Stark.

He didn't have the time to process why Tony had that expression on his face when Bucky quickly brushed past him, his hand out and ready to grab the engineer by the throat. Steve didn't understand why he had that reaction or why his friend would do something like that, but there was no time to ponder such things.

"Bucky, no!"

Steve yelled as he rushed forward, moving to tackle Bucky to the ground. It was something he never thought he had to do, but he also didn't think Bucky was going to be this violent around Tony. He just hoped that the force was enough for him to release Tony's throat.

Edited 2014-07-10 06:41 (UTC)

Though he'd squeezed Stark's neck in a tight grip, hearing Steve call out to him--with the same words he'd used in the sole memory of him the soldier had retrieved--made him loosen it enough to be tackled to the ground without bringing the engineer with the both of them. He landed on the floor under Steve with a grunt, his metal arm unable to move quickly enough to support him or throw the super soldier off so that he could properly get at his target again.

Tony made an undignified gurgling noise and tried futilely to dodge before the soldier's hand closed around his throat. He supposed he should have been grateful the bastard used his non-cyborg hand, or Tony's neck possibly would've been snapped like a twig, but at the moment he really couldn't find a reason to be grateful for a damn thing.

At least until the guy's grip loosened slightly, which meant mainly that Tony didn't get crushed under 400+ pounds of super soldier and super psychopath. He yanked himself away as Steve tackled his attacker and--wait, what did he just call that guy?--hand over his already sore throat. He was kinda grateful for that. Or he would be, when the world started making sense again.

"Guh, what the hell," he wheezed dazedly.

Steve held Bucky to the ground, pinning him even though he wasn't really struggling too much against him. He didn't want something like that to happen again, so he did his best to make sure that he couldn't get out of his grasp. Steve still didn't understand why he reacted like that, but he was going to get answers out of him this time.

He was willing to let some things go unanswered, but not this. Not when he could've killed Tony.

"Stop struggling."

After another grunt and a jerky, ineffective attempt at elbowing him with his left arm accompanied by some unpleasant screeching noises, the soldier did as he was ordered and stopped. He kept his eye on Stark the entire time, glaring at him from under his eyebrows with more fury than he normally reserved for targets. His right arm was trapped under him by both Steve's weight and his own, and he didn't imagine he'd be able to get it free until the other man got off him.

Something in the back of his mind was telling him that Steve and Stark were allies, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it yet. The man said the next time they met he'd try to destroy his arm, and the assassin couldn't trust that he'd fix it just like that.

Wow, what a truly awful noise. That definitely wasn't there last time he met the metal-armed creep. But with the murderous look he was getting from said creep, Tony couldn't find it in himself to give a shit about whatever hellish sounds the guy's cyborg arm was making, aside from the fact that clearly they were what he had to thank for a non-snapped neck.

"JARVIS, get me my suit," he rasped, hurriedly backing away even though Rogers appeared to have subdued his attacker. Appeared being the keyword. Bastard was probably playing possum.

Steve never heard that noise coming from Bucky's arm before and frankly, he didn't want to hear something like that again. It just sounded inhuman and that wasn't a word he'd ever want to associate with Bucky. He tightly closed his eyes for a moment before looking down at him again, not really feeling relieved that he stopped struggling. There was just so much he didn't know about Bucky or what really happened to him and the metal arm only reinforced those thoughts.

He stayed where he was at, but Steve sharply looked at Tony when he heard him talk to JARVIS. "Stark, I'm handling this." He didn't think that Tony getting in the Iron Man armor would help all that much right now, probably cause Bucky to start struggling again.

Edited 2014-07-11 05:13 (UTC)

Steve would be very right about that, as evidenced by the renewed struggling. He was about to lose his advantage, and he wasn't interested in fighting that damned armor with a nonfunctional arm.

"Мудак!" he snarled--and he was so focused on this being a mission he consciously switched languages to what he was more familiar with in the midst of a fight. "Убью тебя!"

As if to punctuate the statement, he slammed his head back against Steve's, hoping to stun him enough to get the man off him.

Edited (no i like this word better) 2014-07-11 06:02 (UTC)

Seriously, Rogers didn't want the Mark 42? Tony flashed him a look that said exactly how insane he thought the super soldier, and he was about to tell him just in case he misunderstood when his thought process was interrupted by... Russian?

Was that Russian? Tony was absolutely certain that guy had spoken English before. Maybe the roughly five things he'd said during their entire fight was all the English he knew. He seemed to understand reasonably well, though.

But then the guy slammed his greasy head into Cap's--damn, that looked like it hurt--and Tony was immediately distracted by how much he did not want to be strangled again by an apparently Russian lunatic.

Steve grunted when Bucky began struggling against him again, this time with a lot more energy and vigor. He was definitely strong, a lot more than before. Just how and when did he get like this? But those were just more things he didn't know about Bucky.

The Russian was also surprising. Steve couldn't understand it, but he imagined that it wasn't anything nice.

He let out a little cry of pain and stumbled back from the blow, instantly feeling blood leak from his nose. Steve could still feel the pain from the impact ringing in his head, but he ignored it and went straight for Bucky again, reaching to grab him from behind and wrestle his arm to his side.

The assassin had managed to get out from under Steve and was halfway to a dive towards his target when the super soldier recovered and got a hold of him again, much to his frustration.

"Отпусти меня," he said initially with a growl before recalling that Steve likely didn't understand, and he repeated himself in a way he knew would, attempting another yank to get out of his grasp. "Let go."

Okay, screw what Rogers wanted.

Tony scrambled back, lifting one hand straight into the air. On cue, a red and gold chunk of metal flew in from the room where he was storing his armor (so much for the Clean Slate Protocol, he thought bitterly) and attached itself to his arm, and exactly 1.98 seconds later a glowing repulsor was aimed at the Russian guy's chest. He wouldn't shoot, not with Rogers in the line of fire, but if Mr. Scary-face was so gung-ho about getting away....

"What, you ready for round two, Boris Badenov?"

Steve continued to struggle against him, trying to keep his hold on Bucky despite the pain he was in. It wasn't anything too big anyway and his main goal was to make sure that they didn't start fighting each other. It would be the last thing he wanted out of this.

"Stop, Bucky! Tony's a teammate!"

He noticed the repulsor aimed straight at Bucky. And. That really wasn't helping, Stark. "Stark, that's not helping!"

Despite Steve's words, at the sight of the repulsor aimed at him, the assassin quickly stopped struggling. Though his narrowed eyes went from Stark to the surroundings as if he was analyzing the situation, he knew there wasn't much he could do now that the suit was clearly close at hand. He'd lost his chance.

He let out a huff through his bared teeth before closing his mouth.

"Good choice," Tony replied, a sharp look in his eyes in contrast to his casual tone. The repulsor's glow faded, and he slowly lowered his armored hand. He gave the guy an unimpressed look at the little huff. What did he think he was, a rabid weasel?

"Fought this joker before, Rogers, I've got his number--"

He frowned abruptly, finally able to think clearly without the risk of imminent death. The metal-armed man appeared with Cap. He knew Cap. Cap called him a name, what was it? Bucky? That sounded... weirdly familiar. It'd be sure to come to Tony later.

More pressing was the question of why the hell Captain America knew a Russian cyborg maniac who acted like a feral cat?

He was surprised but glad that Bucky stopped struggling when Tony pointed the repulsor at him. Despite that, Steve continued to hold him and it left a bitter taste in his mouth that he couldn't really trust Bucky to not attack him still.

Honestly though, Steve was getting used to disappointment and bitterness ever since he met Bucky again, he just tried to squish those feelings down whenever they came up. But Steve just needed to focus on what was happening now instead of dwelling in his thoughts.

"You've fought him? When was this?"

"A week ago," came the unhappy reply from the assassin, no longer moving but continuing to keep an eye on Stark and his armored hand. He'd only recently healed from the injuries, mostly bruises, he received while fighting the man, for some reason--unbeknownst to him, the lack of much contact had made his enhanced healing less effective. He hadn't thought much about it except that it irritated him, which fueled into his desire to take out Iron Man.

Tony nodded to confirm the information, leaning casually against the breakfast bar.

"Caught him sneaking around on top of a building. Went to say hi, got punched in the face for my troubles."

He narrowed his eyes at... Bucky?--ugh, why did that sound so familiar?--when he got to the part about being punched. Stupid maniacal prick. He looked back at Rogers after he'd glared enough to hopefully make his point.

"Why're you hanging out with him?" He made a vague attempt at making it sound like an accusation. He honestly didn't think Rogers meant him any harm, of course, but he had to wonder why the soldier brought a clearly dangerous sociopath to Tony's apartment unannounced.

"Maybe I'm wrong, but murderous and batshit crazy doesn't seem like your type, Cap."

A week ago... that would explain the injuries on his face when he first met him. So, he had gotten into a fight with Tony of all people. Well, great. Steve had no idea that happened and go figure that the only two people he knew from his world hated each other.

Steve glanced down at the soldier in his hands before he finally released him, thinking that Bucky would finally behave. He was still close to him though, in case Bucky tried to do anything again.

He returned his attention to Tony at the question though and yeah. He probably owed him an explanation for all this. Why he would bring a dangerous guy with a metal arm to his apartment.

"He's my friend."

Steve frowned a little at descriptions Tony used for Bucky, but he let it go for now. After all, he was almost strangled by him.

He didn't move when Steve released him except to shift his posture slightly, showing no anger towards the man even though he'd kept him from his target. He would behave for now. At the moment he had to deal with having shown Steve more aggression than he had previously, and how the other super soldier would deal with having been on the receiving end of his violence.

His gaze finally moved from Stark to Steve and he watched his expression attentively, noting that he'd caused him to bleed.

Edited (grumbles about word choice) 2014-07-12 21:33 (UTC)

Friend? Tony looked at Steve's apparent friend dubiously. But when the guy turned to look back at Rogers with the first expression he'd seen that didn't ooze murderous intent, Tony's brows knit together.

Wait a minute.

He eyed Rogers for half a second before moving away to flip through a few sheets of paper in a large stack further down the breakfast bar. The super soldier had managed to contain his maniac friend thus far, and Tony had no reason to believe he wouldn't even when the engineer turned his back. Not finding what he was searching for, he unceremoniously knocked the top 3/4th of the stack on the floor and fished through the last chunk.

"I figured out," he explained, without looking up from his search. "Why that name sounded familiar--ah!"

He triumphantly held up a sheet of paper with--now slightly smudged but entirely recognizable--sketches by a much younger Steve of two people he'd said he "admired." Tony wasn't quite sure why he'd kept the paper, but now he was very glad he had.

Steve just wiped his nose against his sleeve; it was washable and the injury would stop soon by itself. He had a greater healing factor and he was usually thankful for it, especially in cases like these. And it looked like he was going to need it in the future, if Bucky was going to be this violent. He stopped for now, but he still saw a side of him that he'd been hiding until now.

He eyed Bucky again for a few more seconds before watching where Tony was walking, not quite certain what he was doing.

And. Oh.

That drawing.

"Yeah. Bucky Barnes." Steve managed to respond, even though he was confused about why Tony still had that drawing. Something that he drew long time ago, at least to him, but the features of both individuals were definitely there.

The action of Steve wiping his bloody nose like that made the soldier pause. He'd... seen that before. He knew he had--countless times, he was suddenly aware. As his mind raced to pull on that thread of memory and stitch the pieces together into something coherent, the tension left his shoulders and he stared at Steve unblinkingly, mouth slightly open. By the time his name was mentioned, he'd already tuned the outside world out.

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