And then we were two (Tony stark's daughter fic)

Glorified ride

Sam watched Bucky stashing an almost cartoonish amount of knives on his person. "We don't know what we're gonna find," he murmured quietly. "The suit of Stark's is pretty capable...unless he turned off the tracking himself, which doesn't really make sense, I'm gonna have to assume they crashed..."

Bucky grunted noncommittally, turning a blade between his fingers as he stared at Sam. "You getting us there?"

"Man, when you gonna start pulling your weight?" Sam laughed. "Yes, ill get us there. Nat already gave me the coordinates. Load up, cyborg."

Bucky rolled his eyes, strolling into the back of the plane.

"Hope you two brought your long johns," the old pilot chuckled. "Meant for snow where we're goin."

Bucky scowled at Sam as if he were personally responsible.

"Don't worry, mister robot," he grinned, throwing him a pair of small, Teddy Bear covered mittens.

"Hey, Sam," he held them up, middle fingers jammed through the ends. "These, no fit."

Sam snorted out a laugh. "You never disappoint."

They rode in silence for a long while, the hum of the plane's engines the only sound. "How's it, bein back?" Sam attempted quietly.

Bucky shrugged. "Dancin is differ'nt," he mumbled. "Don' need skill no more."

Sam chuckled. "Uh huh, spoken like a man who don't know what to do with his hips..."

Once more Bucky flipped him off.

They went on like that, Sam trying to start conversation, Bucky huffing out a response that mostly ended in some version of Sam being on the receiving end of a rude gesture.

It was snowing when the back opened for the pair of them, hatch lowering. Sam shoved a black beanie over Bucky's head and cackled. "You look like Marve!"

"I dunno what that means," Bucky scowled. "You given me a lift or'm I jumpin?"

Sam didn't respond other than to turn his back to Bucky, waiting for him to grab hold, and launched the pair of them into a brief free fall.

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Bucky crouched by the discarded pieces of the iron man suit, what was left of them at least, taking quiet stock. "You know much about this thing?"

Sam stood a little ways off, staring off into the distance. There was no Hope of tracking them up here. Whatever footprints might have once been in the snow were long sense gone, smoothed over by the wind and more recent dustings. "Nah," he shook his head absently. "Stark keeps that info pretty close to the vest, what I heard," he replied. "You known Steve a long while, which way you figure we should start?"

The snow swirled around him, making Sam want to make some Elsa comments, not that he figured Bucky would understand them. The super soldier nudged his way through the snow, making trenches rather than footprints, and glanced over the edge. "If they ditched the suit here, guessin Stevie is making the calls..." he mused. "That thing was pretty banged up and well, without it, Stark's not half as big as Steve..." he hadn't really seen him out of the suit, but assumptions about the genius were common.

He peered down sharp drop offs and steep inclines, wondering absently what the circumstances they'd faced were. He didn't really care for snowy mountains himself, not anymore. "This look like more destruction than a simple crash?"

Sam wanted to snap that crashes weren't simple. There was nothing simple about plummeting helplessly, the ground growing nearer and nearer while you struggled with equipment that had suddenly failed you, the thing that had once held you up, helped you soar through the air, provided that indescribable rush of freedom, was now the same thing dragging your down all the faster. "Flying coffin," he mumbled.

Bucky raised a brow. "Huh?"

"Never mind," he shook his head. Sam approached far differently than his partner, not bothering to fight the snow or risk getting it in his boots. "There's not much here..." he murmured slowly. "Think some of it wound up buried?"

Bucky dug his prosthetic into the snow, leaving claw like trails behind. It reminded him absently of the rock gardens in New York, something he had actually enjoyed recently. He found himself wondering if the little girls Nat brought round would want to see it. You get her pop back and she ain't coming around anymore, dumbass, he snorted at himself as he stood. "Nah, you're right, Bird brain. This suit ain't complete. Probably an explosion, looks pretty tattered. So, if it exploded, Stevie would've gone for the quickest way out. Not that way, in case of shrapnel...he went down here," he pointed grudgingly toward the drop off.

Sam nodded. "Climb up, old man. I ain't rock climbing with ice covered rocks."

"Let's hope Stark's tougher'an he looks," Bucky snorted. "This ain't exactly a picnickin park."

Sam stared out into the distance, as far as he could manage through the driving snow, and nodded. "We'll get down, see what we can find on the ground. 'Sides, tired of watchin' your squirrelly ass glare at the weather. You start chuckin snow balls at the sky and I'm getting a new rescue crew."

"You seem to be under the impression you're in charge here?" Bucky rolled his eyes. "Let's go, glorified transport."

If Sam did an extra loop on the way down...well he figured a stress test couldn't hurt. Had to keep the old man's heart ticking, after all.

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Smidge shorter than I generally do but next one should make up for it. Our boys are, FINALLY, coming home. One way or the other. I hope you enjoyed ☺️

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