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Cheeky Monkey. 😍

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“You found who?” Too fast, the words were coming too fast and Tony could barely get a word in edge wise. All he knew that something had obviously sent Steve through the roof and the way his words came out in choked whispers could only mean that he wasn’t first on Steve’s accompanying call list. Bucky, that was who, and the name was nothing strange or new for Tony to hear Steve go on about. His best friend through the war and then that whole fiasco just after the city had started to get back to normal. “Baby, you need to slow down, okay? Slow down and talk to me.” Some bunker, hell maybe even a cave, all Tony could muster was that this Bucky had himself shoved in a vice of some sort and Steve wanted  Tony to be the one to get him out. Had went against whatever he’d been told and called him because he trusted him to do it safely all while dealing with who may or may not still be the Winter Soldier. “Send me coordinates, I can be there in less than an hour. You go, I’ll get him and bring him to the cabin in the Catskills, okay? Meet me there.”

What the hell was Steve doing raiding Hydra bunkers anyway? Old ones at that. It took a while for it to register that this had been similar to the place Steve had trained, that his friend might have come here and done this to himself. Especially if parts of his mind were starting to leak through, leaving the soldier questioning everything he was. With the suit on standby, Tony crept around the corner, hands raised in surrender as he approached this shaggy haired man, breath heavy and watching his every move. Yeah, this guy could definitely beat his ass into the ground, he had to go about this lightly.

watch rent

eat dinner (homemade shepherds pie with bacon awe yiss motherfuckers)

clean room

do homework