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Bucky might have a Thing for Tony's hands. And how he handles guns.

Tony's wings have always been still, limp things attached to his shoulderblades. Eventually, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him.

The world was one that was painted in colors, rainbow shades that danced along one's skin-each child born in vibrant hues, vivid reflections of the effect that their soulmate would have upon their life. Most children were born with abstract images, shaded lines and hints of color here and there to highlight the designs that their soulmates would paint upon their lives. The more profound effect that a soulmate would have, the more colorful and distinct a person's imagery would end up being. Oftentimes, children were born with lines that hinted to flowers, geometric shapes that flowed along the outside of a thigh; perhaps one child would be born with misty mountains colored over a collarbone, tinted in twilight and the kiss of eventide. Another may have a field of poppies sketched in charcoal, blossoms bleeding true crimson as the petals danced their way down a forearm. It was rare, though, for a child to be born with technicolor imagery, for the scenery that reflected their mate's soul to be any larger that a small portion of their body: it was rare enough, as it was, for a child's Tattoo to take up any true amount of space upon their body. When Tony was born, however...

The battle against Thanos had unexpected consequences for Tony Stark: His body was changing, senses going sharper, and it was becoming more and more difficult to find his way out of a "zone." The most unlikely of people ended up being the cornerstone necessary to keep Tony himself afloat: James Buchanan Barnes.