#and ppl who are team iron man will say that Clint shouldn’t have been in the business if he didn’t want the possibility of his family

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Just thinking back to the fact Tony the hero outed Clint’s family to the government and Loki the villain who tortured and under the control of thanos did not

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What about bucky noticing how sensitive and emotional tony really is bucky who never really thought much abt tony but then someone on the team says something really mean to him. tony makes a sarcastic response and leaves. later bucky accidently finds tony crying his eyes out. since then he starts paying attention and notices how soft and how freaking sensitive tony is. he starts getting protective. next time someone makes him cry bucky tears them a new one.

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you guys know what i've never seen before but always wantedto? a fic where Tony is a really sensitive person. he's really easy to hurt -he gets hurt by ppl's words on daily basis. because really, he just wants to beloved and to feel safe. but the Avengers seem to think that Tony doesn't havefeelings, so they joke at his expanse a lot, cause it doesn't hurt him, doesit? and then Bucky finds Tony crying, sobbing really, because he just feels solonely and unwanted in his own house. +hugs pls

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"What do you think, Buck? Do you want to come?"

Bucky grunted something into his coffee. Had he been moreawake and willing to speak, he would've translated the grunt as "it's only7am in the morning and all of you fuckers are being too loud and so help me godif you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to throw you all out the nearestwindow". Clearly, Steve's translation abilities needed work because heturned to the Sam and Clint with a grin.

"He's in. When do you want to leave?"

"Leave for where?" Tony asked, shuffling into theroom behind them. Typically Tony Stark did not appear at this time of the dayunless he was surfacing from a bender in the workshop. Today, though, he wasfully dressed in a bespoke, dark grey suit that fit him like a glove, completewith a deep red tie. Bucky choked a little on his coffee.

"To the baseball game," Steve said, thumping Buckyon the back. "Dodgers versus the Yankees."

"Oh, I remember hearing about that," Tony said,grabbing the coffeepot.

"Do you want to come?" Steve asked. There was justthe slightest pause before he asked, a tiny hint of second-guessing that Tonyclearly noticed, judging by the newfound tension in Tony's shoulders.

"Are you kidding, Cap?" Clint said before Tony couldanswer. "You know what happens when you hang around Stark. You end up injail." He was smiling, sort of, but his voice lacked any humor.

Steve frowned at him. "Clint."

"I wouldn't want to cramp your style," Tony said,turning around and holding his mug protectively against his chest."Besides, I have a full day of meetings to attend to. Unlike the rest ofyou slackers, I actually have a job. Multiple jobs, if we're beinghonest."

"I didn't know you knew what that word meant," Clintsaid. "Did Pepper buy you a dictionary for your birthday?"

It was a low shot and they all knew it; Pepper had been atopic that was off-limits from the moment the Avengers moved back into thetower and Natasha made the mistake of remarking upon her absence. Back then,Tony had muttered something about Pepper and Malibu and disappeared for threedays. Now, Tony's face froze in this weird, bland expression and he walked outof the kitchen without another word.

"Clint, what the fuck," Sam said.

Clint shrugged. "He's an asshole.”

"He didn't even say anything!" Steve said,exasperated. "We're never going to get along at this rate."

"Maybe we're not supposed to. Did you ever think aboutthat?" Clint shot back.

Bucky stood up from the table and left the room. He was sickof hearing the same old argument being rehashed over and over again. Sometimesthat was hands down the worst part of being in Avengers Tower. He liked theteam for the most part, but at 7:10am it was asking too much of anyone tolisten to Clint and Steve squabble at each other like a couple offive-year-olds. He stood at the windows in the living room for a few minutes,drinking his coffee, and then took the elevator down to the parking garage.

He was contemplating either a walk or taking a bike down tothe nearest Starbucks to find more caffeine when he spotted him. Tony. Buckystopped short, not wanting to be noticed during what was clearly a privatemoment. Tony was sitting in one of his cars, staring through the windshield.The car was off and he obviously hadn't realized Bucky was, because he was crying.

Tony Stark was crying.

Bucky stared dumbly, shocked. Admittedly, he'd only known Tonyfor about six months. But in that time, he'd never once seen the guy cry. Noteven when a villain showed up with an EMP that took the Iron Man suit out ofthe sky with one push of the button. Iron Man had hit the ground so hard thatTony was left with broken ribs, a broken right wrist, and so many bruises thathis skin looked more purple and black than tanned for weeks. Even though thepain had to have been bad, Tony didn't cry.

Yet here he was, sitting in the driver’s seat, both hands onthe steering wheel. Bucky could see the tears on his face clear as day. Andunless something terrible had happened in the past - he checked his watchinstinctively - ten minutes, it had to be because of Clint's comments. Unlikelyas it seemed, either the jab about jail or Pepper or both had set Tony off tothe point of tears.

There wasn't really much time for Bucky to decide what to do. Bythe time he got over his shock, Tony was wiping his face and sliding hissunglasses on and starting the car. He backed out of the space and then droveoff, none the wiser that he'd been seen during what was certainly a privatemoment. Bucky stared after him, still speechless.

What the hell had he just witnessed?

As he got on the bike, because he desperately needed morecoffee after that, he told himself to brush it off as a weird, awkward thingthat Tony was never to know about. For all Bucky knew, maybe Tony really hadgotten some terrible news in those ten minutes.

But.

For seventy-some years, Bucky had been trained as an assassin.It had taken him weeks to actively stop searching every room he walked into, orto stop eyeing up his teammates like they were going to attack him. He stillcouldn’t stop himself from sweeping a scene and noticing the smallest details,but his therapist was teaching him ways to filter what was important and whatwasn’t.

Apparently, his brain now deemed Tony important. Because Buckywas noticing that every single time someone made a smart or sarcastic remark –usually Clint or Wanda, though admittedly Wanda’s jabs tended to be more openlycruel – or a joke about or towards Tony, Tony would freeze. His face wouldflicker, like a bad video connection, before smoothing out. He’d say somethingback and then, every time, he’d find some reason to quickly leave the room.

Bucky only followed him once. It was a miracle FRIDAY didn’tinform Tony that he was there. But maybe FRIDAY understood how mortified Tonywould be if he knew Bucky had seen him crying twice.

The whole situation was starting to piss Bucky off. Admittedlyhe’d gone out of his way to not draw attention to himself in regards to Tonybefore this, but the guy was the whole reason that Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Clint,Sam and Scott had been welcomed back in the U.S. without being sent immediatelyto jail. He’d given Bucky the technology to get his own mind back from Hydra.He supplied them all with food, gadgets, and shelter and never asked anythingin return, not even that the rest of his team be polite to him.

So the next time that Wanda made some comment about how goodTony was at killing people after a mission, Bucky turned to her and snarled,“You’re pretty good at hypocrisy” before he’d really stopped to think about it.

Wanda stared at him. So did Steve. And Tony, for that matter,the faceplate of the armor snapping up. Bucky didn’t care. He was fucking sickof this, and he didn’t care that his therapist would have a field day with hisprotective reaction towards a guy that Bucky barely knew but was starting towant to know pretty badly.

“Back off,” Bucky said in a low voice. “Both of you.” He cuthis eyes towards Clint, who stepped back in surprise. “I’ve had it with yourpetty comments and sarcastic jabs. You might think you’re being clever, butyou’re not. You don’t have to like Tony, but youdo have to respect him if you want to keep taking advantageof everything he offers.”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” Wanda said,bristling. Her fingers glowed with red sparks.

Bucky squared his shoulders, noticing how Tony stiffened up,perceptible even through the armor, when Wanda’s powers made an appearance.That just pissed him off more, because there was no doubt in his mind thatWanda was doing it on purpose. And actually, Tony's reaction was somethingBucky could 100% appreciate. He didn’t like the thought of anyone having the powerto mess with his head, especially someone who had once been aligned with Hydra.

“I’m making it my business,” Bucky said calmly. “Knock itoff.” He could’ve been cruel and asked if her ma had ever taught her manners,but unlike Wanda, Bucky did have manners. He swallowed the comment before itcould escape and added, “This has been going on for months and I’m tired of it.You both seem to think this is some kind of free-for-all. It ain’t. If beingaround Tony makes you so uncomfortable, you’re free to leave.”

“I’m not leaving!” Wanda said. “I’m part of the team.”

“Then start acting like it. You all agreed you would try tomake this work, but the only person who seems to be trying here is Tony.Frankly, if you’d made even a quarter of the same shitty comments you keepmaking to him to me, I’d have kicked you out on your ass a long time ago.” Hecould feel Tony staring at him, but Bucky didn’t take his eyes off Wanda. “Ifyou can’t at least be cordial, you shouldn’t be here.”

“You can’t – Steve.” She turned towards Steve, but Steve wasalready shaking his head.

“Bucky’s right, Wanda. And that includes you too, Clint.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Clint protested.

“This time,” Bucky said. “But you’ve said plenty. I’m prettysure every third word outta your mouth is jail.”

“Clint,” Natasha said, when Clint would’ve protested again.“Don’t. He’s right.”

“I’m just sayin’,” Bucky said. “This is your warning. Nexttime you say something, I’m gonna saysomething. And if you really piss me off, I might dosomething.” He smiled at Wanda, and he knew it was the kind of smile that theWinter Soldier had possessed, deadly and cold. He didn’t have to elaborate; itwas better to let her brain fill in all the details.

“Bucky,” Steve said, but it was half-hearted at best, andBucky brushed it off in favor of turning to Tony.

“Can I get a ride, doll?” he asked.

“Uh, sure?” Tony said. He didn’t sound all that sure, but hedidn’t pull away when Bucky stepped towards him. Bucky slung his metal arm –built by Tony, of all people, and how had Bucky been so stupid for so long? –around the armor’s neck and felt one of Tony’s arms wrap around his waist. Hisstomach swooped as the repulsors kicked in, lifting them a good hundred feetoff the ground in seconds.

The flight was much shorter than Bucky would’ve liked; theywere back at the tower within ten minutes. He stepped aside as the robotsremoved the suit, leaving just Tony standing there. Just Tony, in a muscleshirt and ill-fitting jeans, arms wrapped around his stomach, not looking atBucky. There was a bruise around his right eye and a scratch down his left cheekand he was sweaty with exertion, and Bucky felt – not justaffection, but something he hadn’t felt for a long time, and he thought… huh.

Just… huh.

“Why did you do that?” Tony asked quietly.

“I call it like I see it,” Bucky said. “They were beingassholes.” And you’re tired, he didn’t say. But it was true. Tony looked tiredevery damn day, like he was barely holding himself up sometimes. He’d beenthrough enough, even if no one else was willing to see it.

“They didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

Which… yeah, that was a problem, but Bucky decided now wasn’tthe time. He just looked at Tony and said, “I disagree. You seem like a decentperson. You have reason to hate me more than anyone, but you don’t. If you canbe polite to me, then she should be able to be polite to you.”

“It’s not the same thing,” Tony said.

“I think it’s exactly the same thing,” Bucky said. He didn’twant to lay it all out, because that would mean bringing up the fact that he'dkilled Tony's parents whereas Tony had, at best, indirectly killed Wanda's, butthat was also the truth. “And maybe you don’t think you’re worth standing upfor, but I do.”

Tony just stared at him. Bucky took a chance. He edged incloser and, when Tony again failed to pull away, tentatively wrapped his flesharm around Tony’s shoulders and pulled him in. Tony came easily enough,standing stiff against Bucky as Bucky hugged him. Bucky didn’t care. It wasoccurring to him that he’d been waiting for the chance to do this since thefirst time he’d seen Tony cry.

It took a long time before Tony slowly hugged him back, handssnaking around to Bucky’s back like he thought Bucky might change his mind andleap away in disgust. Bucky took that as permission to tighten his grip. Tonywas warm and surprisingly solid for all that he was too thin, and he was relaxingin all the right places, molding to Bucky’s body, andBucky dared to rest his cheek on Tony’s head.

His therapist was going to be so proud.

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