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But with this idea I also need there to be a “stark industries households” youtube channel that is, technically, an official SI channel. But it’s not in the slightest used for marketing or anything of the sort. Tony is the only one with the password and every video uploaded is tony going through how to use that machine.

Someone can’t figure out how to empty their damn fancy vacuum and they look up the model on youtube to figure it out, and are greeted by the CEO of the company doing a WILDLY informal tutorial on how to use it and common issues and such.

The videos are often shot by DUM-E or U. Tony often looks very disheveled, and sometimes there’s unrevealed projects just sitting out in the background. Tony acts like he’s talking to an audience of five people and usually there’s five or six videos uploaded back to back, CLEARLY shot in one sitting.

But with this idea I also need there to be a “stark industries households” youtube channel that is, technically, an official SI channel. But it’s not in the slightest used for marketing or anything of the sort. Tony is the only one with the password and every video uploaded is tony going through how to use that machine.

Someone can’t figure out how to empty their damn fancy vacuum and they look up the model on youtube to figure it out, and are greeted by the CEO of the company doing a WILDLY informal tutorial on how to use it and common issues and such.

The videos are often shot by DUM-E or U. Tony often looks very disheveled, and sometimes there’s unrevealed projects just sitting out in the background. Tony acts like he’s talking to an audience of five people and usually there’s five or six videos uploaded back to back, CLEARLY shot in one sitting.

After oiling DUM-E’s joints every once in a while? A quick kiss to his metal arm before getting up and telling the robot to get back to work.

After DUM-E gets scolded and pouts for a while too long? “Hey, come on, buddy. You know I love you.” Before giving him a pat on the back (arm?) accompanied by a light kiss that immediately puts DUM-E back in a good mood.

DUM-E loves it. He’ll linger with his claw in Tony’s face until Tony reluctantly gives him a kiss, after which he’ll twirl his claw in the air and trill happily as he rolls away.

One day Peter is in the lab and DUM-E is being persistent about getting a kiss from Tony, who is slightly hesitant to do so while Peter is there. But DUM-E had just brought Tony a tool he’d asked for and now refuses to stop waving his claw right in Tony’s face, so—

“DUM-E, you did good. Okay? Thanks. Now— can you give me some space? I’m busy here.” Tony sighs, to which DUM-E politely refuses. “Jesus, fine.” The genius mutters before planting a quick kiss to DUM-E’s claw. “There. You happy now?” He asks, watching as DUM-E trills happily and waves his claw in the air.

Then he spots Peter out of the corner of his eye, the kid’s mouth twisted into a poorly concealed smirk.

“Shut up.” Tony grumbles, turning back to his work.

—

Steve is equipped with a low voice and smirk as he leans sexily against the doorframe. "Hey sweetheart."

"Sup sugar tits." Tony replies without looking up, eyes glued to his Starkpad.

He ducks underneath Steve's arm on his way out as the man is still spluttering.

—

"You have a little something..." Bucky trails off, bringing a napkin up to the side of Tony's mouth gently.

"Oh thanks. I'm always a messy eater when I'm enjoying myself. That's why I like facials."

Bucky's hand drops. Tony shoves another giant mouthful of spaghetti between his lips.

—

Steve curls an arm around Tony on the couch, Bucky on his other side with a hand on his thigh. They press in warm, tight on either side of the man.

Tony's head falls onto Steve's shoulder and he thinks gotcha, turning to Bucky to show off how Tony's finally cuddled into him only to realize—

"You've got to be kidding me."

Tony just fell asleep.

—

Bucky holds Tony, leading their dance on the open floor.

He took extra care washing and styling his hair and beard, as well as wearing a perfectly tailored suit; there's no way Tony isn't checking him out tonight.

They sway comfortably in sync and Bucky can't help feasting on his beauty with hungry eyes.

"You're really good at dancing Barnes, seems like your muscle memory stuck with you."

Aha! He's definitely wooed him with his skill.

The arm around Tony's waist tugs closer.

"Yeah, well I have lots of practice."

"Right. Dancing in the 40s was the war era equivalent of a hot pair of booty shorts. Fast feet meant a wet dick."

For the first time in the night Bucky's feet miss a beat.

"Well, I—"

"I can't even imagine how well worn this bicycle was," Tony smacks Bucky on the butt, the man squeaking. "Ladies woulda loved the bionic arm too. Still would."

Tony leaves with a wink, the song having ended, muttering something about the bar.

Bucky stands frozen and watches him go.

—

"You look really hot today Tony." Steve blurts out when he comes to visit Tony in the workshop.

He then throws up on Steve's shoes.

"Yeah I'm running a pretty bad fever. Sorry."

Steve contemplates his life decisions as Dum-E mops his feet and Tony heads to bed.

—

Tony is sitting alone on the jet so Buck takes the opportunity to sit beside him, watching the man's profile. Tony eventually notices the staring, turning his hot mocha eyes on him. They gaze long and intent, hope bubbling in Bucky's chest at the intimacy as he begins to lean in closer...

"Ha! You blinked."

Bucky jerks back at the outburst.

"You'd think being a super soldier would get you an advantage on that kind of thing. Guess the serum didn't effect your eye moisture."

Tony turns back to looking out the window, satisfied smile at winning the staring contest.

—

Steve catches the Iron Man suit heading down the stairs one day, and he jogs up to Tony before he can hide away in his work again.

It's now or never.

"Tony, I just have to say it. I think you're really incredible and I've had feelings for you for a while now. Would you like to go on a date with me and Bucky?"

Tony just keeps walking down the stairs with a sandwich, paying him no mind.

"Tony? Did you hear me?"

He follows him, concerned, and watches the workshop doors open as the suit marches in and places the sandwich at the desk Tony's working at.

"Oh hey Cap. Need something?"

Steve looks at the armor. It stares back. (Steve swears it looked judgemental.)

"Uh no, all good."

—

Bucky and Steve have had enough of this. Down with the subtle, considering Tony seems to be cosmically impervious to their advances. They're just going to say it.

"Tony."

"Mhm," he says, still scrolling on his phone at the table.

Bucky rips it out of his hands.

"Hey!" he retorts, flummoxed.

"Listen. Bucky and I want to have dinner. With you. At your favourite Italian place. Tonight."

Tony's eyebrows furrow, "It's a little romantic there isn't it?"

"Yes! Exactly! We should all go together to the very romantic restaurant."

Tony's face relaxes, eyes lighting up.

"Oh! Of course. Sounds lovely. I'll make the reservation, I have an in."

Bucky and Steve meet eyes immediately, excitement dancing behind their pupils.

Tony's already on the phone with the restaurant as he steps out of the room, and the pair silently fist bump and cheer.

—

"What. The. Hell."

Tony is dressed beautifully, a navy blue blazer and cream button up over nice slacks.

So is Thor, who has brought Jane. And Natasha and Bruce. Even Clint.

"Double date! Or, triple? Quadruple?" Tony says excitedly when Bucky and Steve pull up outside the nice restaurant.

"This is a date? The hell am I doing here?" Clint asks.

"To keep me company of course," Tony lays a friendly kiss on Clint's cheek, smiling impishly as he heads in to get their table.

"Who're those for?" Natasha asks.

Steve and Bucky look down at the bouquets in their hands.

"Uh, you lovely ladies of course." Steve hands his to Natasha, Bucky quickly catching up and handing his to Jane.

Natasha is clearly suspicious but Bruce thinks it's a kind gesture. Thor is already posturing, telling Jane the flowers on Asgard bloom much more beautiful and he's just been waiting for a good time to take her. Jane just smells her flowers and nods along.

All the couples sit together and join in with lovely conversation and food the whole night, Tony making a show of ordering the best appetizers and desserts for the table. Steve and Bucky sit together and watch as Tony flirts good-naturedly with Clint the whole night, teasing him, jokingly feeding him spoonfuls of his tiramisu, squeezing his biceps.

"Who the hell shot your puppy?" Nat whispers to Bucky halfway through, his face a portrait of pure desolation.

"Clint Barton."

She nods like that makes perfect sense.

—

"Anthony Edward Stark!" Bucky slams his fist on Tony's bedroom door a dozen times before it's ripped open.

"Geez, what!"

He's partly undressed from the evening, in an undershirt and unbuckled slacks.

Bucky grabs his cheeks and kisses the breath from his lungs.

When he finally releases the man both their lips have bloomed cherry, glistening like a raincloud wash.

"Wow." The genius mumbles, eyes still on Bucky's aggressively beautiful lips.

"That's for ruining our date."

"Oh man, if that's my punishment I will be doing it far more often. Wait, what date?"

He rips his eyes from Bucky's mouth, glancing between his and Steve's, who he just notices over Bucky's shoulder, determined gazes.

"What kind of moron gets invited to an intimate Italian restaurant and thinks it's for a quadruple date!"

"Well I thought you were inviting me on the two of you's date, and that you wanted me to invite my own date! But I don't have one! So I invited all our friends, y'know?"

"You are the most infuriating man I've ever been in love with and I've been dating Steve Rogers since before it was legal."

"Uh, my condolences?"

Bucky begins vibrating with undisclosed tension, so Steve grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him back just in case it was murderous.

It probably wasn't murderous. Probably. Maybe maim-erous.

"Tones we're in love with you, we want to go out with you."

"Well why didn't you say something sooner? Of course I wanna go out with you two hunks."

Okay Bucky is definitely letting off murderous tension now.

"We're so glad that's settled. May we come into your room? I think Bucky needs to throw something, and preferably your hot ass onto that bed, and not your head into a wall."

"Oh. Yep, aye aye Captain!" Tony says as he holds the door open for the two.

Tony doing some maintenance on Bucky’s arm while he takes a much needed nap <3

For the *ahem* FINAL CHAPTER of Operational Integrity by @maukree

Mr. Stark said "in a minute", but that was 3 hours ago, so he's lost hope

Happy said no before he even got the words 'board game' out of his mouth, turning his back and walking out of the room Peter had just entered

Vision wasn't in his room, or anywhere else along Peter's search

Sam was 140 feet off the ground, and he's pretty sure he doesn't have super hearing, so Peter wandered off to find someone else

Steve said he'd love to, before promptly getting kicked in the head by Natasha, and changed his answer to a "maybe later"

Natasha seemed preoccupied beating up Captain America on the lawn

Rhodey was on a phone call, and he was using his no bullshit voice. Peter made the survival decision to leave before he was spotted

Scott was no where to be found (he made sure to be extra careful walking around the compound after that. He has enough guilt from stepping on real ants)

Wanda was in her room. Wanda seemed very busy

Peter now knows where Vision is. He seemed very busy also

Finally, he knocks on the last bedroom

"Hi. Do you want to play board games with me? It'll have to be two players because everyone else is busy."

"..."

"I have Monopoly, Trouble, Cranium, Guess Who Avengers edition, Scrabble, and Life. And card games! Regular cards and Uno."

The man looks at the stack of cardboard boxes Peter has been carrying around the entire compound, and points.

"Great choice!"

—Ⓐ—

"Tony? Why are you following me."

"I'm not following you Spangles, Friday said the kid was over here. I'm supposed to do something with him I think."

Steve slows down a bit and falls into place beside Tony.

"Board games? He asked me too. Guess it'll be more fun together."

"Oh how grand, and then we can have a roast dinner and adopt a puppy named Buddy."

Rolling his eyes amusedly, Steve reaches a fist up to knock at their destination.

Tony pushes open the door before Steve's knuckles meet solid matter, much to the soldier's exasperation; it's quickly forgotten at the sight inside the room.

A tiny, dainty furball sits in Bucky's lap, the taciturn man grasping her paw in his rough fingers in order to make her click the plastic dice container at the center of the Trouble board game. Her pink paw pads squish until the dome clicks and the dice jumps around.

"Six again! She has to be cheating." Peter accuses.

"Nah, she's just a criminal mastermind." Bucky picks up a yellow game piece and moves it ahead. The cat meows, pawing at it.

"Don't get greedy, you're already two points ahead of us."

"Ahem."

Bucky glances up at the men in his doorway, before ignoring them in favour of his turn.

Peter spins around. "Hey! You guys can join after this round. Alpine is beating our asses, so she can sit out the next game. Or we can play cards, that's enough players for everyone."

"What the hell is that thing doing on my property."

"It's a cat, Tony." the Captain says, unimpressed.

A targeted glare penetrates between Tony's eyes as Bucky opens his jacket. Alpine crawls inside immediately, curling up hidden from view.

"Uh uh, no way. How long have you been smuggling creatures into my business."

"I don't know, how long have you been an asshole—"

"Alright! Alright. Tones, the cat clearly isn't disturbing anyone if you didn't know it existed till now. Let it be."

"I'm allergic to cats."

"Good, stay away from us."

"Mr. Stark, Alpine is a sweetheart. She doesn't even shed that much. I think you're just scared she'll beat you at Black Jack."

Huffing, he crosses his arms. "Cats can't play cards."

Bucky and Peter share a look.

"He's scared."

"Most definitely."

Steve quirks an eyebrow at him before agreeing.

"You do seem a bit intimidated."

"This is unconstitutional. This is mutany. This, is blatant disrespect."

They stare back at him.

"Well? Who's dealing."

—Ⓐ—

"I've never felt more shame in my life, and I once woke up naked on the MIT lawn covered in what I hope was my own vomit, with a tour group of high schoolers and parents standing over me."

Steve pats a comforting hand on his shoulder as they walk away from Bucky's room.

"When you have a child genius and a determined assassin working together, I doubt you stood a chance."

"A cat!"

Steve breathes out his laughter, stopping outside of Tony's bedroom.

"Besides getting our pockets cleaned out by a snowball, I think it was nice. I want to play some of those games with the others."

Tony gives a grunt that Steve assumes is concurrence, stepping into his room and shutting the door.

"Oh, and Tony?"

The addressed man pauses, peaking through the door.

"They were counting cards."

Astonishment freezes him momentarily, before gathering his bearings as Steve walks away.

Winteriron smooch :P

(arc reactor is my new favourite lil guy, theyre such a nice blue to have glowing around)

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