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♡ VIII ♡

Natasha pov.

Before i knew it i was done with whatever chores Tony started. When i was done i decided to make breakfast, and it was one of Tony's favorites. As soon as i was done i saw the two sleepily walk into the room. "Good Morning sleepy heads." I said with a bright smile. They both muttered something that i couldn't quite comprehend but i knew it was only an answer.

"What did you make?" Bucky asked trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes as Him and Tony lean on the kitchen island counter. "Blue berry pancakes with bacon and eggs." When i looked up i saw a noticeable twinkle in Tony's eyes. "Are you done?" He asked admiring the plates that the food sat upon. I only nodded as Tony made his way into the kitchen to take up his plate of food.

As he pilled his plate with food Bucky looked at me concerned. "Um, shouldn't you stop him or something?" Bucky asked eyeing Tony as he filled his plate. "This is how he gets when he sees food, especially the ones he likes or crave." When i finished my sentence Tony was done stuffing his plate. He quickly grabbed the syrup from the fridge before walking over to the couch and devouring his food. As i swiftly took up my food Bucky stared at him wide eyed. "Don't take to much, when Tony's done with that he will most likely come for seconds." Bucky basically snapped his neck in my direction.

"Seconds?" He asked in a whispered shout. I only nodded before walking over to the couch where Tony's sat stuffing his face with food. A small chuckled left my lips before speaking up. "Slow down before you choke." I said with a small smile. Tony abruptly stopped before rolling his eyes but still doing what i said. Bucky soon made his way ever to the couch with a sigh. When everyone seemed to be comfortable i simply turned on the TV not caring what channel it was on. Well that was until the voice of a reporter i knew to well spoke up.

"I am standing in front of the Avengers Tower where a press conference was held not to long ago." The red head reporter expressed into the mic. "When the question of where Iron Man aka Tony Stark was. His husband Steve Rogers aka Captain America froze and was basically guided off of the Stage by non other than The Falcon himself." A small smile then came to the reporters face. "So with that we can all assume that the rumors of Tony Stark retiring from being Iron Man is true. Or may it be that Tony is out having a an affair." I then heard a small gasp come from Tony i only glanced in his direction to see him just as surprised as i am.

"We wont know until we have answers so therefore we can only assume. We all knew that Tony Stark is a horrible husband for America's Golden Boy despite Steve Rogers claims of love and happiness. But you heard it here folks, America's cherished couple is falling apart. This is Mary Jane reporting to you your daily dose of daily news." The channel then cut to commercial where something completely different played. I swiftly looked over to Tony who already had tears clouding his vision. "Tony please don't listen to them, you know its not true." Bucky said sadly trying to comfort the pregnant man but it didn't work.

Tony then set his half eaten breakfast onto the coffee table before getting up from his seat. "I'm not hungry." He mumbled sadly as he walked to the bathroom. I couldn't even say anything before the door slammed behind him making me sigh heavily. "How could they say things like that on national television?" Bucky mumbled under his breath and i answered him with a shrug. I quickly scarfed down the rest of my food before carrying Tony's and I plate to the kitchen. I only covered the his plate before putting it in the fridge next to the left over spaghetti from last night.

It was not long before Bucky joined me in the kitchen to wash the plates and pots and also putting up the food. Tony was taking abnormally long in the bathroom so both Bucky and I knew he was crying. When he walked out of the bathroom we were of course right. His eyes were pink and puffy, and so was his cheeks. He quietly walked over to the kitchens island with a small sniffle. "I-Is there any way i can possibly set up a pr-press conference?" I then turned around to face him. "What." I said as more of a statement than a question.