#farith

“We’ve been waiting for you Mr Stark.” One of them says in a ridiculous simpering voice. You stare in shock at these women, then at Tony.

“Oh don’t give me that look. Where is loverboy anyway? I feel like I should throw him a belated bachelor party.”

“He’s…he…” You say, the mention of Bucky pushing you over the edge. You start sobbing manically, people in the general area staring at you in shock.

“Oh man…ok let’s get you inside.” Tony says, untangling himself from the girls and putting his arm around you. He walks you inside and into a lift, rubbing your back gently as you cry into his shoulder. He walks you into his suite and sits you down on a chair, grabbing a bottle of whisky and pouring you a glass.

“Can’t.” You say simply when he offers it to you.

“Oh yeah…of course. I’ll have this then.” He says, taking a sip. “So what’s going on with you and loverboy?”

“He’s been kidnapped Tony! Someone took him! We need to find him!” You say, feeling slightly manic. Your hands were shaking and your head spinning.

“What?! What happened?!”

“He called me. I heard. Someone attacked him. Then. The voice.” You manage to get out between your shaky breaths, you had started hyperventilating.

“Shit I’m not cut out for this.” Tony says in desperation. “Just urr breath?”

“Thanks for the tip.” You say, trying to calm your breathing. You finally calm down and are able to form proper sentences. “We need to find him Tony.”

“What is the voice?

“The person who took him picked up the phone and spoke to me. He said I’d find out where they took him if they didn’t find me first. Then they called me a freak and something about danger.” You say, trying to think back to the phone call.

“Vaguely ominous…nothing too serious.” Tony muses.

“Nothing too serious?! They have Bucky!”

“Yes I know I know we’ll get him back don’t worry.” Tony says quickly, patting you awkwardly on the shoulder. “Gimme your phone, I’ll use Bucky’s number to trace him.”

“You can do that?” You ask tearfully.

“Honey I can do anything.” Tony replies in his usual cocky tone as you hand him your phone. He takes out his handheld or phone or whatever the hell that little thing was and went to work. Numbers and codes flicked across it an in a few minutes a map appears with a blinking red dot.

“Is that where he is?! Let’s go!” You cry, jumping up and running to the door.

“Steady on I’m coming.” Tony calls, hurrying after you.

In Tony’s sports car you make it to the location of Bucky’s phone in ten minutes. The car stops and the pair of you get out, looking at the scene in front of you. If Tony had said the phone call was ominous, that was nothing compared to this. You were standing in front of

“Aunty Anne’s Pretzels?” Tony says, checking his map.

“I think your thing is broken.”

“It can’t be broken…”

“Well then. Let’s go inside.” You say, slightly unsure of yourself. But you power in and look around the little café. Immediately you spot Bucky, sitting alone at a table surrounded by pretzels.

“(y/n)! Hey!” He calls when he looks up and see’s you. Grinning he waves you over, offering you a pretzel. “What are you doing here Stark?”

“Bucky what the fuck?!” You cry, slapping the pretzel out of his hand.

“What?” He asks, looking hurt. He picks up his pretzel, dusts it off and keeps eating.

“What happened to you?!”

“I got drunk?” Bucky says, looking more confused at each question.

“You got kidnapped!”

“No…I got drunk.”

“But…but you called me and there was the shouting and screaming and the voice…” You say, starting to question yourself.

“I called you and told you to meet me here? You haven’t been drinking have you? It’s not good for the baby you know that.” Bucky says, now looking at you with concern.

“No I haven’t been drinking! I don’t know what’s going on…” You admit, thinking back to the phone call. You couldn’t have imagined it…

“Maybe you love birds should go home. You can use my jet.” Tony offers.

“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky says, his mouth full of his final pretzel.

“I…but…danger…” You mutter to yourself as you stand with the others.