WinterIron one shots

Secret

Word count: 1238

Summery: Tony and Bucky find themselves at another fancy conference. However, no one knows about their recently established relationship- so when Bucky sees Tony talking to another man he desperately tries to stop tony from leaving him....

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Everyone thought Tony was impatient and brusque, but they didn't know him like Bucky did. When it was important, when it mattered,Tony had all the patience in the world.

Bucky pressed his forehead into the hollow of Tony's shoulder, shivering. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it's taking forever."

Tony's fingers, delicate and far stronger than they looked, curled into Bucky's hair. "It's okay," he said. Patient, patient, patient. Sometimes Bucky wished he was a littleless patient. His never ending patience made him feel worse- maybe it was all an act - because no one could be this patient.

"Feels like I'm doin' you wrong," Bucky sighed. Deciding to voice his concerns in some way. "Should be shouting it from the rafters, how happy you make me—"

"Bucky," Tony said, quiet but firm. His fingers tightening around a stand of hair, his annoyance starting to show. But he seemed to calm once more. "It's all right. You're not ready. I get it. It's terrifying, the first time you tell someone. I know. . I don't mind the  wait. You'll get there." Tony kissed the top of Bucky's head, then gently tipped his face up and kissed his lips, lingering but chaste. "You're worth waiting for."

Bucky couldn't help but smile at that, if only a little. He searched Tony's eyes and saw only love and affection and endless patience. It was admirable - it really was. But that was tony stark, his tony.

"Love you," he managed. "I do. So much. Even if I can't seem to tell anyone."

Tony kissed him again. "I know. Love you too." Tony released him and stepped back. "And if you're going to make yourself presentable in time for the meet-and-greet tonight you'd better get going." He smiled lightly, reaching out and placing a warm hand in Bucky's arm.

Bucky groaned dramatically- almost like a child, rolling his head back , pouting, looking as if he was about to stamp his foot and cry. "Do I have to?"

"Absolutely," Tony said cheerfully, obviously ignoring his boyfriends childish behaviour. It wasn't unusual, but he couldn't help but find it a bit amusing - much to Steve's despair ( he even got the eyebrows of disappointment). It wasn't his fault that a 90 year old man who was a trained spy and killer, could even ever consider acting like that. But that was Bucky - his Bucky.

  "If I have to suffer, you have to suffer, Sparky. Besides, Steve'll be glad of some support. I think he hates these things even worse than Bruce, which I didn't think was even possible."

Bucky let his shoulders slump in defeat: if Tony and Steve were on the same side of a question, there was no way Bucky could fight it. "Fine," he grumbled. "I want cookies later though, to make up for it."

"You drive a hard bargain," Tony said, mock-solemn.

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At least the bar was good.

Bucky leaned on it with his left elbow, drinking steadily and watching the room (watching Tony).

Tony was in his element, trading greetings and jokes, shaking hands and kissing cheeks. It was his "public" smile, wide and false, and it made Bucky's spine crawl to see, but only because he knew what Tony's real smile looked like.