His Soulmate | Bucky Barnes ✔

Chapter Nineteen

Our discussion ended pretty soon after that, as neither Pete nor I could handle talking about it in much more depth. Deadpool whisked Peter away, but only after he'd promised we would have dinner together that night.

Bucky had pocketed the HYDRA file before staring at the door in a less than subtle way of asking if he could leave. I could see he was uncomfortable at the mention them, and I was battling myself on how to comfort him. But before I could decide on what I should do, Steve stood up and patted his shoulder, and the two left talking quietly to each other. Bucky cast me a look over his shoulder, an 'I'm trying to be supportive but I need a moment to myself' kind of look with a weak smile on his face. I smiled back, before turning to face Tony who sighed and mumbled something about needing a drink.

He paused at the door, a hand keeping it pushed open when he turned to face me. "Want to join me?" I nodded instantly, the thought of being alone after analysing mums death made my stomach twist with an odd feeling.

We walked to one of Tony's sitting rooms, where he poured himself a glass of scotch before gesturing around the room. "Help yourself."

I grabbed a cider and slumped onto an oversized leather sofa that took up one wall. Tony slid into the matching armchair opposite, sipping his drink slowly. "I'm sorry Amelie." His voice was grave, serious.

"It's okay." I didn't want to talk any more than I had to and my voice made that obvious, sounding weak and quiet in the silence of the room.

"If you want to talk to anyone, you are more than welcome to talk to me. I lost mine when I was around your age." His eyes stared into the middle distance, looking blank and void of emotion. I felt terrible, guilt eating me up as I watched him relive a memory.

"Thank you. I might, but right now I'd rather not." He nodded quickly, topping up his drink and propped his feet on the coffee table separating us.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before Tony sighed loudly and pushed his empty glass onto the table. "We need to do something."

"Like what?" I peered at him out the corner of my eye as he stood up, stretching.

"Anything."

"But I'm enjoying drinking my troubles away." I moaned, twisting to hide into the sofa as an arm stretched in front of me and plucked the half empty bottle of cider from my grasp.

"Come on Parker." He grabbed my hands, slowly pulling me onto my feet before pushing me towards the door.

"Are we meeting the others?" I looked up at him as he almost skipped us through the corridors.

"Most of the others are at home."

I shot him a quizzical look, "I thought everyone lived here?"

"Everyone has a floor," Tony explained, tapping passwords and codes into the wall as we made our way to the lifts. "But they all have homes that they go back to. They only tend to stay if there are a few missions close together, or if they want company." He looked down at me and with a conspiratorial wink added, "though they won't admit it."

The doors slid open to show what I assumed was his workshop. Spread around the room were different machines whirring to themselves as writing and lines of data flashed up on the screens. Lining the walls were rows of variations of the iron man suit, with different panels and colours showing the different models.

Music blared from the speakers, songs I recognised from classic rock compilation albums that Dad used to play when I was little. Tony's face brightened as he jumped over to a wall and tapped speedily at a screen, before a machine clicked off and that corner of the room fell into darkness, before the lights flashed and it was lit much brighter than before.