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starkingenuityNothing would ever be as sweet as this. Tony Stark had not liked his father much, but every son has a need for revenge when they don't get to take out the big bad in their life personally. His dad hadn't hit him, but abuse can work down other channels. And even so, his old man hadn't deserved to die, and certainly not like he did. It was so ordinary to be shot down, for it to look like a cheap accident. Though it left Tony free of him, it also robbed him of his mother in the same stroke. He never understdood why unless it was all just for show.
Though he'd never had a name or a face, Tony had hated Bucky Barnes for a very long time. That his parents' murderer had been Steve Rogers' best friend, or had been brainwashed to be some sort of mindless slug, he didn't care. He hadn't cared at all, not until he found him asleep on that birdshit stained park bench with newspapers over him. And he hadn't cared then either when he stood there, repulsors aimed towards that piece of scum, until he muttered something in Russian and rolled onto his side.
The cap slipped. His gaunt face showed a man half his own age, looking absolutely wretched and...lost.
Tony Stark had spent the better part of a week on the new suit which, he did tell JARVIS, he didn't quite care if it could kill him or not with the way he disregarded every last safety measure in the book he himself had written. He'd managed to keep is secret from all of the comers and goers from the Tower too.
And now, now that he's here, now that the Winter Soldier had been tracked down in this park in the slums of DC, he can't bring himself to that revenge that had kept him drunk since he discovered how to track the man.
So Tony stands there. And waits. And sometimes forgets to breathe.
Though he'd never had a name or a face, Tony had hated Bucky Barnes for a very long time. That his parents' murderer had been Steve Rogers' best friend, or had been brainwashed to be some sort of mindless slug, he didn't care. He hadn't cared at all, not until he found him asleep on that birdshit stained park bench with newspapers over him. And he hadn't cared then either when he stood there, repulsors aimed towards that piece of scum, until he muttered something in Russian and rolled onto his side.
The cap slipped. His gaunt face showed a man half his own age, looking absolutely wretched and...lost.
Tony Stark had spent the better part of a week on the new suit which, he did tell JARVIS, he didn't quite care if it could kill him or not with the way he disregarded every last safety measure in the book he himself had written. He'd managed to keep is secret from all of the comers and goers from the Tower too.
And now, now that he's here, now that the Winter Soldier had been tracked down in this park in the slums of DC, he can't bring himself to that revenge that had kept him drunk since he discovered how to track the man.
So Tony stands there. And waits. And sometimes forgets to breathe.
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Date: 2014-05-07 05:28 pm (UTC)Licking his lips, Tony tried to start small. "Okay, so, you just...think about what you want. Or right, you have no idea what you want. Great. So. Instead of that, let's start small. Get dressed. We're going out in the big wide world where they don't approve of wearing robes."
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Date: 2014-05-08 12:30 am (UTC)He stands up to go into the bathroom to get his clothes. His filthy clothes. Bucky strips off the robe before he's even to the bathroom. Hopefully Tony doesn't mind what he had been wearing but he kind of doesn't own anything else.
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Date: 2014-05-14 12:23 pm (UTC)How annoying.
Bucky stunk to high heaven but it couldn't be helped. Tony called for a car with a driver, so he could keep an eye on Bucky at all times and directed the man towards the higher end boutiques. Marching a homeless hobo into an Bruckheimers' was more amusing than anything Tony had experienced in his life...until he remembered Pretty Woman.
And then he just felt old.
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Date: 2014-05-14 02:39 pm (UTC)He is nearly silent as he follows Tony down to the car. Bucky doesn't do seatbelts either. He sits still and mostly just stares ahead of him, though on occasion he forces himself to look out the window at the world.
When they get to the store, he stops dead at the entrance. There are no other exits. None that he can see. None he is comfortable assuming are just there at least. There might be a back door but he doesn't know. He glances warily at Tony; he doesn't like this.
Bucky has no idea what Pretty Woman is either so unless Tony wants to explain, he best keep quiet about it.
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Date: 2014-05-15 02:23 pm (UTC)It wasn't exactly about winning...but it kind of was.
He gave Bucky a little push to get him into the store and turned his charm on towards the women, eyebrows lifting suggestively. "Do I have a project for you guys!" he announced, flashed around his smile and platinum card and moved aside to let other people do his work.
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Date: 2014-05-15 03:40 pm (UTC)The problem arises when they start asking him questions about his favorite colors and styles of things. He just stares at them silently. It's a little awkward but he doesn't have an answer.
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Date: 2014-05-15 06:05 pm (UTC)He shooed off a pretty thing who had too many buttons of her blouse undone and headed back over to where Bucky looked less than pleased about everything.
"Even if you don't have a favorite color, pick one. There's only so many. Small choices will help you out in the long run, buddy."
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Date: 2014-05-15 06:31 pm (UTC)"Red," he says finally. He considers blue but he's worried he'll just see Steve's eyes in everything and he's really not fond of that idea.