#winteriron is one of my favorite ships and I’m in the middle of a huge WI fic (my first for the fandom lol if you don’t count this lol)

[just-fandomthings]

#48 for winteriron for the kisses ask??

...out of habit.

Much to Bucky’s delight and Tony’s dismay, he is able to identify twelve different ways to steal the Declaration of Independence other than what was portrayed in National Treasure.

“I can’t believe I missed that one,” Tony groans, sounding like he’s genuinely embarrassed at having only identified eleven ways to steal the Declaration of Independence versus Bucky’s twelve.

Bucky just laughs and tells Tony, “Eleven’s not bad, doll, for an amateur.”

“Excuse me?!” Tony cries, sounding put out. “I may have only been 34 when I saw National Treasure for the first time and not a senior citizen like you, but I’m not an amateur, I’m a professional.”

“A professional would have identified all twelve ways to steal the Declaration of Independence,” Bucky tells him seriously.

“Fri, are you hearing this? Betrayed by my own friend in my own home- make note of this frankly hurtful behavior, and the next time I’m inclined to have a movie night with Bucky, remind me of the cruelty that took place tonight,” Tony says with his arms folded across his chest, looking amused despite his best efforts to appear disgruntled.

Bucky takes one look at his expression and bursts out into laughter all over again.

“You’re mean,” Tony pouts, clearly trying his best to look offended. It’s a futile attempt on his part though, given how obvious it is that he’s on the verge of laughing too.

“And you’re a sore loser,” Bucky points out, grinning as he adds, “In addition to an amateur.”

Tony grumbles under his breath at his rude and unfair comments, but he’s smiling as he says it.

Bucky just smiles back at him as he turns his attention back to the-

Tony leans over into his space and kisses him on the cheek. Bucky knows his eyes are wide as he looks over, and no doubt he’s blushing too as he clears his throat and goes, “That- um, you- what was that for?”

Tony shrugs, flush high on his cheeks as he says nonchalantly, like it’s no big deal, “You looked happy.”

Happy? Bucky almost clarifies- me? He hasn’t felt happy in- in a long time, so long that he’s not even sure he remembers what it feels like to be happy. But he looks at Tony, thinking of the peace and safety he feels when he’s with him, and he thinks of their laughter and he realizes, I am happy.

A couple of days later, Bucky’s grinning as he watches Dum-E and U argue over who gets to bring the tennis ball back to him when Tony does it again. Bucky’s aware that he’s approaching from the desk he was working at, but he is still utterly taken by surprise when Tony presses up close into his personal space, stretches up on his toes, and kisses his cheek. He’s gone as quick as he comes, going right back to his desk and the gauntlet he’s working on, but the same flush is high on his cheeks again.

“What was that for?” Bucky manages to ask, when he’s done gaping at Tony like a love-struck teenager.

Tony glances over at him as Dum-E drops the ball into his hand triumphantly. “You looked happy,” he says.

Bucky turns away and smiles.

It happens again and again, and again. Bucky asks every time and Tony gives the same answer every time: you looked happy.

And if Bucky finds himself coming to the workshop more often or asking for more movie nights to see if he can get a kiss on the cheek from Tony, well, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

Bucky is in the middle of arguing with Sam over who has the better taste in music when Tony enters the kitchen, half-asleep and clearly in search of coffee. Bucky stops his argument long enough to smile and say, “G’morning, Tony,” before he’s right back in the argument again.

“Now, hold on, I know you didn’t just insult Marvin Gaye!” Sam cries out, affronted.

“Of course I didn’t!” Bucky says, offended. “I like his music just fine, I was just merely pointin’ out that your taste in music could be improved if you listened to- what was that for?” he interrupts himself on autopilot when Tony sits down next to him at the kitchen counter and kisses his cheek before raising his mug to his lips.

“You looked happy,” Tony mumbles back his standard response, clearly still more asleep than awake as he sets his mug down on the counter and leans over to put his head on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiles softly at him and brings his arm around his shoulders before he continues, “Like I was saying, your music taste could be improved if you listened to- what’s wrong with your face?”

“Excuse me?” Sam huffs, staring at him weirdly still. “Take a look in the mirror, Barnes, and are we just not going to address the elephant in the room?”

“You were the one who cut me off before I could tell you-”

“No, not that, when did you two become a thing?” Sam gestures wildly between him and Tony. Bucky just stares at him blankly. “The kiss on the cheek, Tony sleeping on your shoulder; when did you two start dating?”

“We’re not,” Bucky says, frowning at him. “Tony just kissed my cheek, it’s our thing, you got a problem with that?”

“Your what?”

“Our thing,” Bucky repeats, starting to get defensive. “It’s nice, I like it, and it’s none of your business.”

Sam raises his hands a little. “Not judging, man,” he’s quick to reassure. “Just didn’t expect it, I guess.”

“I kissed him cause he was happy,” Tony says softly into his shoulder like it’s the only necessary explanation, and it is.

Bucky glares at Sam, silently daring him to say anything either against their thing or Tony. “It’s sweet,” Sam says after a moment, giving Bucky an all-knowing grin like he’s aware of something that Bucky’s not. “Now, bionic man, tell me, exactly whose music is so good that it’ll refine my already perfect taste in music?”

Bucky snorts and off they go again, like nothing ever happened.

Tony continues on with the kisses after that, now just without care of whether they’re alone or not. When they’re together, Tony kisses him all the time: while they’re watching a movie, while they’re working on a car engine together, and even while they’re talking about what their plans are for the day.

Tony also kisses him while he’s baking, while he’s reading, and while he’s playing with Dum-E and U. If Tony’s up early to catch a flight and happens to come across him and Steve as they’re laughing and coming in from a jog, Tony kisses him. He’ll kiss him while he’s bickering with Sam about something, or while he’s competing with Clint about who’s the better sniper. (He is, but Clint isn’t willing to admit defeat yet.) Tony’ll kiss him while he’s eating breakfast with Nat, or listening to Thor’s stories of Asgard, and he’s even brave enough to interrupt his cooking sessions with Bruce in order to steal a kiss.

Every time Bucky asks, “What was that for?” and every time Tony always says, “You looked happy.”

It’s their thing.

“You know, that first time you kissed my cheek when we were watching National Treasure, that was the first time I’d been kissed since HYDRA captured me,” Bucky tells him one day as they’re lounging on the sofa together.

Tony sets his tablet aside and looks at him. “I didn’t know that,” he says, looking unsure for a moment, as if he’s trying to gauge how serious the conversation is. He must see the gleam in Bucky’s eye because he adds, “I’m glad I was your first though.”

Bucky snorts, laughing easily like he always does with Tony. “Yeah doll, me too.” He looks at Tony, taking in the warmth in his eyes, and then leans over to kiss his cheek. He lingers there for a moment and then pulls back, heart pounding.

Tony half raises his hand like he’s going to touch his cheek. His eyes are wide and his cheeks a little flushed; in the last four months he’s been kissing Bucky, Bucky has never kissed him back, until now. “What was that for?” Tony asks hoarsely.

Bucky shrugs and says nonchalantly, like it isn’t a big deal, “You looked happy.”

Tony’s blush deepens. “I’m- I’m always happy when I’m with you,” he says quietly.

Bucky leans forward so there’s only a few inches of space between them. “Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly.

Tony glances down at his lips briefly and then looks back up as he nods, saying softly, “yes.”

Bucky leans in and closes his eyes, kissing him gently.

“What was that for?” Tony whispers when he pulls back. 

“That was for always making me happy.”

Tony grins and kisses him again.

End.

[stankrhodes]

"It's About the Baby. it's Yours." And "Is that my shirt?"

Ship: Winteriron

Warnings: non-powered AU (Bucky still without arm even though that's not majorly important); Stark not a popular name/company AU; one night stand leads to pregnancy AU; trans!male Tony

Author's note: I'm not entirely educated on this so I only touch details very lightly. I'm still learning about the LGBTQ+ community as I write this so I will take full responsibility for any ignorant comment made in this fic.

Word Count: 2,008

Fic Day #4/30

Requested (by @dreamcatchersdaughter ) prompt : Winteriron TONY: about the baby, it’s yours. Bucky: is that my shirt?

March had always been Bucky’s favorite month. It was that standing period between winter and spring and it always brought out the weirdest fashion senses. For instance, you never knew when to put away the coat and break out the windbreaker or when it stopped being thick sock season and became ankle sock season. For Bucky, March was that one month needed to explore the extent to which humans could adapt to mother nature’s wild ways.

Therefore, it goes without saying that Bucky was completely confused, and not to mention surprised, to return to his apartment to find a man standing in the middle of his living room on February 28th. “How did you get in here?” He immediately asked. He was already making a mental note to make sure to have the security system in his apartment updated as soon as possible. “Picked the lock,” the man in front of him spoke softly. He was of medium height with ruffled hair that wasn’t too long or too short and a goatee. In all, he was fairly attractive and definitely Bucky’s type. “Okay,” he dragged the word in response and placed his work bag on the resting chair and his coat on the coat hanger.

“Why are you here then?” Bucky asked.

“Because there’s a problem,” the man paused. “You don’t remember me do you?” “Am I supposed to?” Bucky questioned in retaliation and stood to his full height to take a good look at the man that broke into his apartment. “Uhhh. You know what nevermind. This was a mistake. Coming here,” he finished and began to make his way to the door to leave but Bucky blocked his way. “Now mister-mystery. You can’t just waltz into my apartment, expect me to know who you are without telling me your name, and then just leave,” Bucky tsked as a smirk grew on his face. “That’s just impolite.”

“Tony Stark,” the man whispered but Bucky couldn’t hear exactly what he said so he asked him to repeat himself. “Tony Stark,” the man spoke louder. His glasses were sliding down his nose and he pushed them up on his face. “Sorry to bother you. I’ll just. Leave.” He pointed towards the door and began to walk out again but, again, Bucky decided to block his path. “Mr. Stark,” He said, testing the name. “It would make me a bad host if I didn’t at least let you have dinner.” “But I broke into your home,” Tony spoke in shock and Bucky shrugged. “If you wanted to rob me, I wouldn’t even be talking to you right now, so I think we’re good.” Bucky nodded and Tony stared at him in shock. “Fine.”

An hour later, Bucky and Tony were eating Chinese takeout that Bucky had ordered from a Chinese food restaurant from down the street. “So why did you come here? You seem to know me more than I know you so? What’s your deal?” Bucky questioned.

Tony sighed and racked his brain for the best plausible lie he could think of. “Uhh. A friend of mine said he knew you and that I would be better off being with you right now,” he said, which wasn’t necessarily a lie but it wasn’t the entire truth. “What friend?” Bucky asked and Tony replied, “Steve Rogers.” “Oh old Stevie. You know him?”

“Yea. You know he’s a military man and so is my best friend. Military people,” he spoke fondly. Bucky struggled to read the man sitting across from him. He was like a closed book that you never wanted to put down after you finished reading it. It was thrilling and it drew Bucky in even more. “Oh yea. I know all about those military guys and their ‘connections’,” Bucky said and watched as a small, but beautiful, smile crossed Tony’s face. “So is there anything you needed in particular?” He asked curiously. There had to be an exact reason that Tony had been in his home.

“I needed a place to stay for a while. Family’s in a bit of a troubling place right now.” “How old are you exactly?” “What is this twenty-questions?” Tony sassily countered.

“You broke into my house,” Bucky weakly responded and Tony sighed in defeat. “Fine,” he whined, dragging out the ‘e’. “So how old are you?” Bucky repeated. “27,” Tony replied. “What are these family troubles you’re having?: “Parents died and now I have to take on the family business. Bit of a rough road so yea.”

“So how long do you think you’re going to need to stay here?” Tony stroked his goatee as if to feign thinking. “About a month?” He questioned and looked in Bucky’s eyes. “Okay. But you’re buying your own shit.” Tony laughed and nodded.

When the third week of March rolled around, Bucky and Tony had developed something akin to a system. Bucky left for work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 6am while Tony was still sleeping at that time only to awaken around 8:30-ish. Tony would spend some time cleaning and would go out with his friend Pepper whenever they were so inclined to do so. Around 12, Tony would head to the main chain of Stark Restaurants in NYC where he worked as cashier and chef when he could. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Bucky worked later and would leave around 10am. Tony’s work schedule wouldn’t change, however, and he was practically working himself to death. Well that wouldn’t be the only thing that was killing him.

He had a huge secret to tell Bucky. Bucky had been overly generous by offering Tony the opportunity to live in his apartment and Tony was forever grateful but there was an actual reason that he was there.

Tony was pregnant --because of course the first time he has a one night stand in a few years ends in him getting pregnant-- and he knew that Bucky was the father. To Tony though, telling Bucky would take a lot of work and he was scared. He didn’t know how Bucky felt about men, let-alone how he would feel about Tony. Tony was very lucky that it wasn’t something that had been brought up but he knew that he was going to need to bring up the topic of his pregnancy to Bucky because he deserved to know he had a child on the way (it was just a matter of when that was bothering him).

On the Thursday of the third week of March, Tony had, somehow, forgotten that it was Thursday and put on one of Bucky’s shirts that he had stolen from the man’s drawers (it’s not stealing. I’m just borrowing it -he told himself). He was, as per usual, up cleaning the living room when Bucky walked in, without a shirt, and startled Tony to no end. “Is that my shirt?” He asked and Tony froze on the spot. He was wiping off a bit of dust that had gathered around the television and the cloth he had been holding slipped from his grip. “No,” he drawled, trying to keep the surprise from creeping up in his voice (that didn’t work). “Okay,” Bucky drawled and slowly walked back into his room.

Tony took that moment of freedom to breath. His eyes closed and his left hand unconsciously reached for his stomach and he sighed in relief. “Is something wrong?” He heard a worried voice and stood up bone straight. “What do you mean?” He asked and slowly opened his eyes to look at Bucky. “You’re holding your stomach. Is there something wrong?” He repeated.

Tony stole a glance at the clock and noticed he didn’t have to be at work for another 2 hours and sighed. Time for some explaining.

“I have something to explain.” He motioned to the couch, where he was moving toward, to take a seat and Bucky reluctantly followed suit.

“I’m transgender,” Tony revealed. Bucky gasped and asked, “Really?” He was genuinely curious and Tony didn’t want to condescend him for being that way, but he had been met with that question so many times in his life that it pissed him off. With irritation dripping from his voice, he spoke. “Yes. Really. Do you have any ignorant questions that I should answer before I tell you the rest?” His bluntness caught Bucky off-guard. “Umm. No?”

“Good.” Then the next thing Tony said made Bucky faint. “I’m pregnant.”

Now, Tony and Bucky relationship as roommates had grown significantly from the time they had met at the beginning of March. However, this made their relationship, surprisingly, grow even further because of Bucky’s genuine curiosity. After the first three days of ignorant questions and getting concise and patient answers in return, Bucky finally understood how Tony was pregnant and the process he was going through.

However, on the last day of March, Tony decided it was time to tell Bucky the whole truth. He was lucky that March 31st was on a Saturday, a day that was uneventful for them both, usually, or he would have had to deal with conflicting schedules and not being able to face the truth of the situation.

So that morning around 10am, Tony and Bucky found themselves, once again, on the same couch where Tony had revealed who he was to Bucky. Now he had to tell him the truth.

“So I have something to get off of my chest,” Tony started and Bucky diverted all of his attention to Tony. It wasn’t hard considering how infatuated with Tony he had become.

Tony breathed to steady himself before speaking. “I’m not here because I need a place to stay. I should have told you this that first night but you didn’t remember me at all and I was just thinking about how I had made such a huge mistake by coming here an--” Bucky cut him off. “Woah. Woah. Woah. What do you mean? Tony. I’m so confused right now. You know me?”

Tony’s judgement was clouded in that moment so he interpreted Bucky’s tone as one of anger and began to shrink in on himself. “I-uhm. May have hidden the truth from you. I do know Steve Rogers but he’s not the reason I’m here. I’m here because,” he paused to breath. “I’m here because this is about the baby. It’s yours.” First, Bucky stared at him in shock. Next, he stood up, put on a pair of shoes and a jacket, and walked right out the door. Tony sighed and almost broke down. That will certainly get me kicked out. So I might as well just start packing. He sighed to himself and went to his, guest, room and grabbed his clothes from the drawers and began to put them in his two suitcases.

He had finished packing within the hour and was gone from the apartment within an hour and a half. It was devastating to say the least, but he knew that he would make it through it. This was just one obstacle and if his baby’s father didn’t want to be in his baby’s life then so be it.

Later that night, as Tony was preparing for bed in a place that felt entirely foreign to him after not being in his own home for a month, his phone rang. “Hello,” his tired voice rang through the air. He hadn’t bothered to check the caller ID because his phone would have been too bright on his fragile eyes. “Tony,” a voice breathed back and Tony sat up in his bed. “Bucky,” he said and cleared his throat of evidence he had been falling asleep. “Look. I know my walking out was a dick move but I needed time to think. I talked to Steve about it and my head is clear. I know we aren’t exactly in a relationship but I do want to be in my child’s life.” “Okay” Tony settled. “But could you not have waited until tomorrow. You disrupted my beauty rest.”

“Oh but Tony. Is this not the perfect end to my favorite month?”