@worldwarvet | He's given him as many heads ups, warnings, and "just five more minutes" that he can. Bucky loves his boyfriend. He understands and loves his boyfriend's work. But he also really loves being able to spend some time watching movies and snuggling on the sofa too. "Time's up!" It's cheery, and the only warning Tony gets before Bucky wraps his metal arm around Tony's waist and hoists him up onto his shoulder, turning and marching back into the house, giving a playful slap on the ass. "Movie time."
Five more minutes and Tony Stark can change the world.
A normal person would look around at the garage and Tony’s bare bones set up here and wonder just what in the hell is so entrancing that he can’t seem to pull himself away, considering his lab back in New York is exceedingly more sophisticated and ready for the kind of shit he likes to get up to. This is basic. This is...Practically primitive, by the standards one would expect from one of the world’s leading tech genuises. And they’d be right! It is exceptionally pared down from what he has back in New York.
And it’s great. Because less frills, less chances of him getting distracted by some shiny new toy he’s installed. He’d had something similar years ago, back on Coney Island, under less than great circumstances, and this is like that without all the emotional hangups and stress involved that had come from the Avengers splitting up and the mansion being destroyed and-
Point is: It’s a no bullshit approach that lets him work without too many distractions in a fairly stress-free environment and he honestly thinks he should have set up another one like this ages ago. He’s more productive on his personal projects on the weekends - in less time! - than he’s ever been trying to work around the Avengers.
And- Okay, look, fine. Sure, he’s been saying five more minutes for the last...Hour? Two? Because he genuinely hasn’t reached a good stopping point. Or, rather, he’s reached them and gone past them every time Bucky’s tried to pry him away. And he actually opens his mouth, to say “five more minutes” when he’s hauled out of his chair and it comes out as the most undignified noise he thinks he’s ever made.
Logically, he knows exactly how strong Bucky’s arm is, and why. Logically, he shouldn’t be surprised by that at all. Logically, he could have stopped at any point when he reached those stopping points and saved himself the indignity of being hauled up like this and getting his ass slapped to rub salt into that embarrassing wound. A less-forgiving and kind and wonderful person (Tony) would make this hard on Bucky. Would struggle. Or let themselves go limp as dead weight, because he knows he can’t be easy to carry, being taller. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t. He, instead, accepts his fate with as much dignity as he can.
Which, admittedly, isn’t much.
“Would this be kidnapping or entrapment? I need to know what to tell my lawyer later.”
