"Hey Tony." Bucky is finally back from the covert operation he and Steve had been sent on. He's standing in the doorway, still in his full Winter Soldier gear: the black leather combat suit, the mask, the gloves and a sniper rifle across his back. He places the weapon on the floor before waddling over to the sofa. He plops himself next to Tony and runs the metallic hand through his sweaty, shaggy hair. [ yes I am a little shit ]
Hearing the voice makes his head turn, and his jaw goes slack at the sight of Bucky stood there at the door way still fully clad in his gear, and he bites down on his lip, freezing up slightly when he sits down next to Tony and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat. "Hey," His voice is crackly, tense. "How'd the mission go?"
