WinterIron one shots

Sure thing, Sweet thing

Word count: 1320

Summery: Bucky tried to make a move on the 'cuddly genius' one morning - but as expected it doesn't go completely to plan...

It short and silly- I hope you enjoy it!

( part two will be on my marvel one shot book if you want to check it out!)
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"Sure thing, sweet thing." Bucky muttered to himself as he headed towards the kitchen for coffee. "Sure thing, sweet thing".

'Hey Buck, pass me my coffee?' Sure thing, sweet thing. - Yeah yeah, that's good. That's how I'll say it."

The kitchen was empty, which wasn't all that surprising considering it was barely five am, but Bucky started the coffee machine anyway and waited for the Tower's earliest riser to come down for a cup.

He never actually knew if Tony was an 'early riser' or if the fluffy haired genius just never went to bed, but either way, every morning at about 5:17 am Tony showed up grumbling and bleary eyed and feeling around for his caffeine.

Most mornings Bucky was already up too. It wasn't nightmares, not anymore. And now that Steve was dating Sam, five am runs were a thing of the past so Bucky didn't have to be up for that either. He just didn't sleep much these days, and now that he knew Tony was up early too, Bucky dragged himself out of bed even if he was sleeping for a chance for a few quiet moments with his favorite inventor.

And boy, was Tony his favorite inventor.

They'd spent months together down in the lab, no more than six inches apart, heads bent together as Tony worked on Bucky's arm every single night. First it had been quiet between them, then Tony had started talking about nothing in particular and eventually Bucky started talking too. Music had been next, arguing loudly over which bands were better, and then old movies played in the background so they had something to watch as Tony re-calibrated metal plates and cleaned joints.

It was an unlikely friendship, especially considering how they had met and what the Winter Soldier had done but after a few weeks Tony had smiled, and then Bucky had smiled, and one time Tony had laughed and at that point Bucky was just fucked.

Just fucked.

Head over heels for a man who had every reason to put him through a wall, and yet held his hand when Bucky had a panic attack during an old war movie. Completely crazy for a walking disaster who lived on coffee and chocolate chip cookies but still demanded the fridge be full of healthy food for the team. Absolutely stupidly in love with messy hair and whiskey brown eyes and a grin that no business being so flirty and today? Today was the day Bucky said something about it.

'Sure thing, sweet thing.' he said again, over and over, pushing his long hair out of his face because he knew Tony liked his eyes. 'Sure thing, sweet thing. Sure thing, sweet thing.'

Tony was... well he was cuddly in the morning wen he got his coffee. He'd wander in rubbing at his eyes and bump and snuggle into Bucky while Bucky poured him a cup of coffee then usually he'd stand on his toes and kiss Bucky's cheek before saying, "Thanks for my coffee, Frosty." and Bucky usually said something eloquent along the lines of "uhhhh yep." or "well you know, I was standing here." or one very eloquent morning he'd just stood there and giggled like a dumbass.

But this morning? This morning Bucky had a plan.

He had a phrase, he had good body posture, it was sure to be a success. When Tony said thank you, Bucky would tip his head and wink and say 'Sure thing, sweet thing' and then he'd ever so casually ask if Tony wanted to also go out for dinner and things would be great.

They would be great.

"Mmmm." There was Tony right on cue, rumpled and adorable in baggy sleep pants, a long sleeve henley almost falling off one shoulder. "I thought I smelled coffee. Morning, Snowflake."

"Good-good morning." Bucky swallowed when Tony wound both arms around his waist and squeezed, pushing his nose into Bucky's chest and sighing a little. "Ready for coffee?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." Tony mumbled and Bucky reached over for the perfectly prepared cup, one sugar, one tablespoon of cream, with a spoonful of thick chocolate added to make it a mocha. "Oooh yay coffee coffee coffee."

Tony took a long sip and smacked his lips in satisfaction, blinking up at Bucky and wrinkling his nose happily. "Thanks, Frosty."

Bucky was ready.

"Oh, sure thing–" he glanced up in time to see Sam and Steve stroll into the kitchen and his easy smile slipped into a frown. "Stupid."

"Uh... what?" Tony burst out laughing when Bucky clapped a hand over his mouth in horror. "Did you just say sure thing, stupid? Are we starting the name calling early this morning?"

"Oh my god!" Bucky shook his head. "Oh my god, no. No, I wasn't calling you stupid!"

"It sure seemed to me like you were calling him stupid." Sam interjected, his smile so innocent it was practically disgusting. "Now Bucky, why on earth would you call Tony stupid?"

"Especially when he's so damn smart?" Steve added, blue eyes wide and mock offended and Bucky very nearly considered chucking them both right out the window. "That just seems rude."

"Yeah Buck." At least Tony was still smiling even if he looked a little confused. "Why'd you call me stupid?"

"I meant to say–" Bucky glared at Steve and Sam again and stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I meant to call you sweet thing."

"And somehow..." Tony tapped at his bottom lip. "Instead.. you called me stupid?"

"I saw those two." Bucky scowled terribly and Tony's mouth twitched at the corners like he was trying not to laugh again. "And stupid just sorta slipped out. Fuckin' force of habit is what it is."

"I guess as long as it's about them." Tony put his coffee aside and stepped closer as well, his eyes sparkling with something that made Bucky's stomach get all swoopy. "You wanna try that again?"

"...uh? yes?"

"Okay then." Tony cleared his throat and whispered, "Thanks for the coffee, Frosty."

Bucky was ready this time, tipping his head back and closing one eye in a wink and murmuring, "Oh sure thing, sweet thing."

"Oh." Tony turned bright pink clear to the tips of his ears. "I like that, you should say that all the time."

"Yeah?" Bucky brought his left hand up very carefully to brush over Tony's cheek. "Cos I was thinkin' maybe I could take you to dinner. We could see if you still like it when I say it over dessert."

"Or we could skip dinner and we could see if I like it when you say it post-sex?" Tony suggested, and when Bucky almost choked, he winked. "Let me know what you decide, Bucky bear."

Tony didn't so much as walk out of the kitchen so much as he strutted out of the kitchen, Bucky following behind him like a love sick puppy and once the door shut behind them, Steve turned to Sam and said–

"How come you don't call me things like that?"

"Are you asking why I don't call you stupid?" Sam asked blandly, topping off Steve's cup. "I feel like that's obvious seeing as how I'd like to keep seeing you naked."

"I mean sweet thing." Steve insisted. "Why don't you call me things like sweet thing?"

"Because if I called you sweet thing, I couldn't be able call you sugar loaf and honey basket and snackeroo."

"But I don't want you to call me any of those things."

"You are about six months too late for that, Cap." Sam smacked a kiss on his boyfriends cheek. "You're stuck with me now."