You will think that after Steve gained the date he has been after for months it will mean he will calm down a little. Tony thought that he will, so Tony prepared for a few days of relaxation before he has to face the horror that was their first and last date. As soon as Tony got over the terror that Steve's room is somehow connected to his workshop and that all this time Steve could have entered his sanctuary but didn't because he respected Tony's privacy and loves him too much to do something as entering his safe haven (Which was kind of sweet, no one has ever done something like that to him; not that Tony will tell anyone that) Tony went to his comfy couch in the corner of his workshop, planning on taking a nap, or doing some light reading or maybe do some projects that don't need him to move his ass from the couch for the next few days if that was possible.
Unfortunately, what Tony got wasn't peace and quiet and a little nap as he hoped; what Tony got was a mad pounding on his workshop's door not half an hour ago, followed by the sound of an enrage Bucky as he spits a threat after threat, promising Tony a painful death if he didn't back out of his date with Steve. God, Tony never hated Bucky and his 'Steve's sense' as he does now because that sixth sense meant that Tony has to be prepared, for his lifespan that had shortened fifty years just now, not that his life span can go past forty with the kind of life he has.
So Tony prepared himself for the death that will come to him as soon as he opened the door; he tensed and stood up, marching to the door with a deep breath. As soon as opened the door, he promised himself that he will do nothing but preparing to get a punch in the face; to Tony's surprise, Bucky wasn't there, instead, there was a doll that looked suspiciously like Bucky. A doll that growls and jumps and tried to throw what looked like a Captain America's Shield at Tony without succession because it was sewed to the toy's hand.
Tony could only press his lips into a thin line as he gazed at Bucky doll as it let out angry squeaks as it tried to attack Tony. The man of iron could only look down at the doll as it latched itself into his leg, trying to stab him in the leg with its Shield that was made from fabric. With a tired sigh, Tony shook his leg harshly dislodging the doll from it, he then walked back inside of his workshop; signaling to his A.I. Tony gazed at the doll as it sat up and shook itself, standing up and running toward Tony, only to have the door close in the doll's face.
Tony stayed in his place for a few more minutes, not knowing how to act, and a part of his mind refusing to make any connection between the doll and Bucky Barnes. No, nope, nada, yadda, Bucky Barnes didn't turn into a doll, Bucky Barnes was probably away, trying to chase Steve's ass and force him to return his undying love, Bucky Barnes wasn't cursed into a doll because he threatened him about his doomed date with Steve, that was just Tony's imagination, that's it, that's the thing, it's Tony's imagination.
Tony would have continued to believe in that, he would have forced himself to believe in it too if it wasn't for the next two… surprises he received. The kind of surprises that made Tony presses his lips tightly together, either to surpass his horror or laugh like a manic at the sight of. Needless to say, that week, Tony didn't feel bored at all.
The second surprise started with Natasha; Tony was going to the kitchen, planning on maybe stealing a piece of bread or two for his lunch, unfortunately, his stash of food had run out. Walking to the kitchen, Tony was hoping that he will be alone; it was ages since he walked into his house without looking over his shoulder preparing for death.
Entering the kitchen, Tony held in his sigh when he saw that Natasha had been waiting for him with a dark glare on her face; a glare that promised death and pain, causing Tony to shift in his place with a grimace. Now, Tony could have walked away without a care, he just has to turn around and leave the kitchen, that's it. But no! He was Tony Stark, and Tony Stark doesn't run away from a fight, even if the said fight was going to be with one of his teammates.
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He Is An Addams! by Nazaki-Sama
FanfictionSteve is a Rogers. But well he was also an Addams on his Ma's side, too. Not something that Tony care about that much if he was honest, not even when all of his teammates seemed to fall in love with the man. If only the man wasn't in love with him...