Got a date with choas

Bucky’s fingers froze on the keys, a dark cloud passing over his face before he could stop himself. It wasn’t anger so much as…frustration. He understood completely why Tony might hate him, but at the same time, he remembered all that he’d done – including Maria and Howard Stark – without Tony rubbing his face in it. When Tony speaks up again, he looks up at him, his face still cold. “Thank you,” he says. “Some stuff. Classical, mostly.”

The air was tense for a moment. The silence stretched between the two before Bucky decided to speak up. The voice he used was cold, clinical, making Tony internally wince. Yeah ok, that was his bad, if someone popped certain jokes around him he wouldn’t be happy either. Taking another deep breath he rubs his face. Feeling tired he shakes his head. “ Self-taught? My mother demanded me to take lessons when I was younger, I threw a fit of course but A stark always get’s what they want.”  He tries to offer, trying to cool down the tension.

Seeing Tony again is like a punch in the gut. It’s been a year, so much has happened - pardons and changes and Steve’s supposed retirement. But that doesn’t change the memory of what happened between them, the whole mess in Siberia, the betrayal on Tony’s face.. Steve remembers every second of it. And frankly, he’s surprised Tony’s even talking to him.

Still, he offers Tony a somewhat relieved smile. “I’m gonna do you a favour and pretend I’ve never heard that old-man joke before even though I’ve heard.. pretty much all of them.” He chuckles weakly and shrugs a shoulder. “I live here, remember? Born and raised and all of that.”

The light banter calmed Tony’s nerves slightly, he knows by no means are things fine between the two. Tony was many things but oblivious isn’t one of them. He’s aware there were still problems, what they were he was still trying to decipher. Where it started and why it happened, but this gave him some hope perhaps the bridge didn’t fully burn away.

Smiling back at Steve he shakes his head, letting out a little laugh at the joke. “You’ve lived through all of them to grandpa.” He jokes, taking the seat across from Steve.  Maybe he wasn’t invited but making himself conferable is just what Tony did. “Right, right. I forgot.” 

“I’LL KEEP THAT IN MIND.” Peter said while a grin was spread across his facial features, “my toys huh? I just might have some new things for you to tinker around with. You won’t be disappointed.” He slid into the car, can’t remember the last time he was actually inside one of these. Has it really been that long?

Fists clenching tightly he lets out a tight breath, gathering the courage he didn’t have he waxes on his usual smile. Walking up to the man he tries to shove his nervous hands in his pockets. “Well look what the museum let out. What brings you to the city of dreams?” His words like porcelain dolls, faked cheer hiding the fragility he feels.

PETER WATCHED AS TONY SQUEEZED at his arm. “Well … when you fight crime throughout the cosmos for a living you tend to get some muscles. I’ve been dong it since I was eight so, I’ve just naturally kept in shape I guess. I can train you if you want to get more ripped, Tony” A grin spread over the man’s lips. “Shut up though, you’re already hotter than me and you know it.”

A soft laugh slipped from his lips, as he looked at the drinks being ordered. “That’s my man, the party is truly getting started now that you’re joining in on it!” Once the shots came over, he downed one. This was a recipe for a disaster, but he didn’t care.

The behavior was probably pushing the flirting game a little far. But Tony couldn’t help it, being touched starved for so long and not being able to catch on personal boundaries as well as others. His friends are doomed to be subjected to his casual touches, sometimes too often. “Train me? Oh. no no. Last time a buff blonde offered to train me I couldn’t feel my body for days. I like you peter, but not enough for you to break me.” Snorting Tony shakes his head and pokes the biceps again. “I know I’m fucking hot. But that doesn’t make you any less ripped. Jesus Peter you could princess carry anyone no problem.” Squinting down at Peter’s chest he glares at the shirt. “You better have some washboard abs under there petey, it’s a crime to have these arms and not have the complete set.”

“I couldn’t leave you hanging Peter! What kind of friend would I be if I’m cold sober?” He smirks, grabbing the shot and slamming it down easily. The drink was sweeter than what he usually drinks, but it wasn't that bad. “You better know we aren’t stopping til we’re both fucked up my man.” He asks, peeking over at his friend.

Gamora raises an eyebrow, considering apologising and deciding against it - Tony’s made of thicker skin than that, she doesn’t doubt he can handle the truth. Besides he wasn’t bad. “Am I really?” She can’t help but grin, settling back in her seat. “You didn’t seem to mind that before. When did you become so sensitive, Tony?” She laughs and picks up her fresh drink, taking a sip. “Excuse me, I’m always sharp, Tony. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Well...You have that alien strength giving you some help there.” Tony winks, giving the women a double innuendo without any shame. What did she expect? Tony was the type to flirt with anything with a pulse. Narrowing his eyes at Gamora he shakes his head, “Bayybee isn’t that what girls want these days. Boys with big brown soft eyes, hearts of gold with a sensitive side?”  He should have known Gamora wouldn’t let him slide that easily, unfortunately. God maybe that’s what made the women so attractive. He had always been attracted to women who couldn’t take his shit. “Maybe I wanted some more fun than drinking. Some intimate fun.”

“Oh? I don’t remember much of that, when we spent that night together.” Gamora answers in surprise - not that Tony had been bad, that is. Perhaps she should’ve worded that a little differently. She chuckles softly and finishes off her drink, waving at the bartender. “Just another one of these, thank you.” She glances back at Tony. “What exactly is your plan tonight, Tony? I know you, you always have an agenda of some kind. Beyond drinking a lot.” 

“Ouch.” Tony Stark used to a lot of things, but straight up being told he wasn’t up to expectations hurt. Of course, Tony was going to play it up. Make the blow seem less like it really was. Giving Gamora an over exaggerated pout he clutches his chest. “Gasp! My feelings, you’re too rough on me my dear.” Letting out a sigh he order’s himself a bourbon, drunk him was funner anyway. “Whoa, someone’s sharp tonight, almost like one of your daggers. Guess you don’t need one at all times when you’re sharper than one am I right?”  

“TRUST ME, I don’t say that to just anyone.” Peter spoke with a playful wink. He enjoyed that they could joke around. Truthfully, he was the worst when it came to his hook ups. A grin spread across his face as he glanced at his friend. “I wanted to visit some friends! What can I say? I missed you guys too much.”

“Why not both? I’m up for a challenge, I’ll drink both at the same time.”

“Awe babe, you’re going to make me blush. Stop it.” To add to the silly fragile act Tony playfully slap’s Peter’s arm. Eyebrows shooting up when his hand touches peter’s solid arm. “Whoa. babe.” Squeezing the arm again he tugs peter’s sleeve up to see the muscles the man was packing. “Holy shit dude, your fucking ripped. When did my Petey start being so hot?” He pouts a little frowning at the man. “I think you’re more ripped than I am now..” He lets out a deep sigh.

Letting out a little snort he shakes his head. “I’ve missed you too peaty, it’s just not the same without yall.” Plus, it was nice being around friends who he didn’t have so much drama with. “That’s my boy.” Smirking he lifts his hand up for the bartender. “Two blowjobs and two red bull screwdrivers with 44 North vodka.” Looking over at his friend he wiggles his eyebrows, “I gotta join the fun too.”

“Aren’t you your own boss though? You can literally afford to skip out on whatever you want, Stark. I on the other hand, despite popular and erroneous belief, have someone I answer to. But they know I know my shit. They just like to tell me what to do. It’s about power I guess.” He smirked at the man. “What’s going on? Came to visit because you missed this old mug?” 

“Not true! I still answer to pepper, sometimes. After she threatens me enough times.” He shrugs acting nonchalant. Deep down it wasn’t actually the truth, Tony knows how much work pepper puts into the company and he would never take her for granted like that. “That’s crazy, I keep forgetting you aren’t the head honcho, you just seem really high up there buddy.” Throwing his head back he lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “Of course I missed ya, buddy, gotta makes sure you have the best donuts money can buy.”