A Bit ofTrouble

Falling Doors

Life was different now. They all had fought against the biggest threat in the galaxy, but somehow they were okay. It was a bit of an adjustment.

Especially for Bucky. After being brainwashed, finding his best friend, almost losing him again, being turned to dust and everything in between, he was more than a little shaken up. He had a right to be. But there were times when he let himself indulge or obsess over the little things, because they helped calm his mess of a mind. He really liked the furniture of the new century. He didn't know why, he just did. He liked the look, the feel, the colors. When he was alone, he just liked to touch it.

Bucky was standing alone in the kitchen, running his hands over one of the cabinet doors when suddenly, his metal arm spasmed. He stared in shock at the door now held firmly in his grasp and unattached from its hinges.

"Shit," he muttered to himself. He did his best to try and put it back, but found he couldn't. Instead he leaned it against the counter hoping no one would notice. He left the room and hastily made his way to the couch, settling down to make it look as though he hadn't moved in hours.

His arm was definitely malfunctioning. It had been almost a week since the first incident, and by now he had completely ripped off four doors and broke another six, not counting the two drawers he also managed to break. Bucky felt guilty about it all, but chose to stay quiet because he was even more embarrassed. He could tell some of the other Avengers were puzzled or annoyed that everything kept breaking, especially the man who built it all.

"Damnit! Who keeps breaking my shit?" Tony yelled indignantly when he grabbed the handle to one of the bathrooms doors and the thing fell over like a domino. "I'm not angry, I just wanna know why my tower is seemingly falling apart."

"Maybe your tower's just crap," Clint chuckled from the couch, not looking away from the tv. Tony huffed out a breath and marched out of the room, but not before giving the back of the man's head a good smack.

"My tower's not crap," he mumbled to himself once he reached his lab. "Friday, can you pull up the security footage for the hallway in front of the bathroom on the main floor?"

Tony watched intently as he sped through the footage to catch the culprit. He furrowed his brows when he saw Bucky approach the door and reach out to open it, only to rip it off instead. He looked around to check if anyone saw before gently placing it back, trying to make it look as though it wasn't broken.

It was almost funny, Tony thought. But this wasn't the first time, and he doubted it would be the last if he didn't do something. He could tell from the guilty and sheepish look on Bucky's face that he didn't mean to. He rewound the footage, focusing on his movements. He noticed his metal arm twitch as he pulled the door open and off its hinges. He looked up the footage from over the past week, watching as Bucky broke all of the doors and drawers, each time noticing how his arm twitched. Seemed as though it either had a bug or was short circuiting, which was strange to him. Shura had made his new arm, and all of her work was perfect, so he had no idea why he was having problems with it.

"Hey Shuri, this is Tony."

"Stark? Why are you calling me, I am very busy."

"I know I know," Tony apologized, "But it seems that your White Wolf is having a bit of trouble with the new arm."

She sounded surprised at this, "He shouldn't be."

"Yeah, well I think it's spazzing out, he keeps ripping off all my doors," he said, and Shuri chuckled slightly.

"I am sure that it's nothing you can't handle; you should be smart enough to fix any problem that has occurred. Should be," she emphasized. Tony could hear the smile in her voice and rolled his eyes, even though she couldn't see.