WinterIron one shots

'Bout damn time

Word count: 4880

Summery: •no civil war • no mission on December 19 1991

When Steve brings Bucky back from hydra, Tony is the only one who can fix him.

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Tony is in his workshop, mostly left to binge-science in relative peace and quiet now that Pepper is out of the picture, at least romantically speaking, when JARVIS announces the arrival of Captain Rogers and guests.

"He knows the access codes to his and the communal floors," Tony absently acknowledges that information, then squawks in outrage when the screen in front of him goes dark. "I wasn't done with that."

"I apologise, Sir," says JARVIS, sounding entirely unapologetic, "but Captain Rogers has asked to speak with you. He is currently in the infirmary."

That manages to get Tony's attention. "He's hurt? What happened? Who's with him?"

"Captain Rogers is unharmed, which is more than can be said for his companion. I suggest you relocate to the hospital floor, Sir."

There is a guy with goggles and a wing-backpack pacing in the hallway outside one of the operating theatres when Tony steps out of the elevator which, all things considered, isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened to Tony, but definitely unusual.

"Mr Stark," the other man greets, holding out his hand for a shake before apparently being reminded that it's covered in dried blood and pulling it back with a sheepish little shrug. "Sorry about that. My name's Sam Wilson, I'm-"

"Cap's flying bird buddy, yeah," Tony interrupts, walking around him to poke at the wing release on his back. "I've got to say, I'm a little underwhelmed with what the military made out of my stolen blueprints. The weight has to be killing your back. I could make this at least eighteen, no, twenty-one percent lighter, no loss of stability or integrity. Also, it's Tony, the only people who call me Mr Stark are board members and a certain kind of kinky bed partner."

Sam stares at him for a long moment, unblinking, but then his expression shifts, mouth curving up into a reluctant smile. "All right, Tony it is. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping for some upgrades while we're here, but we've got bigger problems right now, believe me, man."

As if on cue, the door to the operating theatre is pushed open and a nurse hurries out toward them, holding out a surgical robe for Tony to stick his arms into. "Captain Rogers and Doctor Cho are waiting for you," is all the explanation he gets before, with a last questioning glance back over his shoulder at Sam, he's ushered into the room.

Tony's suddenly extremely glad that JARVIS has already told him that Cap's uninjured, because the amount of blood the guy's covered with would probably have given Tony a heart attack. And those are serious now, with the Arc Reactor gone, according to his cardiologist.

"Tony," Steve breathes out the moment he spots him, his relief palpable, but Tony barely hears him, preoccupied as he is staring at the man on the operating table or, more precisely, the man's metal arm.

Because even dented and bent out of shape as it is, everything below the elbow looking like it's been ripped off with a few cables still sparking occasionally, Tony doesn't have to be told what he's looking at.

Who he's looking at.

Still, Tony can't help but ask, "Is that-"

"Yes," Steve says and then, "Tony, please."