Tony met Bucky's wary stare with a flat look before turning his thoroughly unamused and unappreciative scowl to Rogers. As far as he could tell his options were vastly limited: a) avoid Rogers, get stalked by his murderous buddy who now knew where he lived b) not avoid Rogers, not fix robot arm, get stalked by his murderous buddy or c) not avoid Rogers, fix robot arm, maybe make murderous buddy slightly less murderous. None of them were good, due largely to Barnes knowing where he lived thanks to Captain Screw-up, so he could only choose the path with least chance of death.

"Whatever," he grumbled tersely with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

"So you know? I reserve the right to call on you for some pretty huge favors one day. You owe me."

He waved a finger from one geriatric human disaster to the other to indicate that both indeed owed him. Big time. Said gesture remained directed at Barnes, punctuated by a few finger snaps, even as Tony moved further into his apartment to gather a few tools he assumed he'd need.

"You. Kubrick Stare, find a place to sit."

He pointed at Rogers without looking at him.

"You. Bodyguard."