"Did it hurt?"
"When I fell from Heaven?"
"When you nearly fucking died, asshole."
[Stony]
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Incase you didn't know, my one shot book contains a lot of stony/ Tony Centric one shots if you'd like to check them out! I feel like they go unnoticed and it makes me pretty sad.
Okay honestly; they don't exactly say how old any of Buckys sisters are, I know that they are all younger than he is, and there's only one official name (from the comics) which is Rebecca (which will be around age 11). I'm going to follow the R theme and have Rachel (at age 6) and Rose (age 3).
Bucky, Tony, Steve etc are all 16 going on 17 or 17 (in Steves case ((it really depends when their birthday falls)). Rhodey is 19-20.
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"Steve! Come play with us!"Steve is slumped in one of the recliner chairs in the Barnes livingroom, nursing a full stomach and with an itching temptation to continuously check his mobile phone for a message from Tony. Christmas with the Barnes was always a pleasant but overly tired occasion, filled with joyous laugher, screaming children and childish bickering throughout the entire joyous day.
Yesterday had been a great day, for Steve standards anyway. It was different when he was hanging out with Tony, Tony is so easy to talk to despite the fact that he's a riddle wrapped inside a puzzle locked inside a safe. Steve had left nearing 8, the two of them watching some British television show called Downtown Abbey and bantering back and forth. It was enjoyable, sweet and Steve has found himself waiting for Tony's message all damn day.
Steve has been over since early this morning, not too early for the Barnes family to open their presents - since that's one thing Steve doesn't want to be apart of. It's a family tradition and no matter how long he has known the Barnes or how many times Mrs Barnes tells him he's family, he doesn't want to intrude - but early enough that he was there on time for breakfast. French Toast with Maple Syrup and cream.
He had been dragged to view various toys, make up sets, paint supplies, books from the minute breakfast had finished until the traditional Christmas Dinner was being served at 4 in the afternoon. He had been set in between Bucky and Rachel, with one ear being filled with absolute garbage about how Barbie is way better than Bratz and the other the swear of how embarrassing the Barnes family is.
"Rachel, leave Stevie alone. He doesn't want to play house."Bucky mutters as he enters the room with a drink for Steve and himself. His nose is scrunched up in a short of disgusted manner as he glares at his little sister to stop bothering his friend with her childish obsession of playing with dolls and playing pretend.
Rachel frowns up at her big brother, obviously not taking what he has said to heart. She may not be as old as Rebecca, as wise to her Brothers grumpy antics, but she's not stupid and knows that what her brother says shouldn't be taken to heart. Rachel was a split image of her older brother, with dark hair tugged into two pig tails with blue doe eyes, pasty skin.