Ant man to the metaphorical help
"Bucky doesn't respect this family! Nor my place as your Father!" Tony exclaimed, his face red from frustration.
"That's not true, Dad!" Harry shot back, standing next to Bucky, who looked uncomfortable.
"Enough," Scott said firmly. "I've heard enough shouting for one day and I have only been in the room for a second. Sit down, all of you."
Tony huffed and took a seat in an armchair, crossing his arms. Harry and Bucky cautiously took their places on the sofa.
Scott sighed. "We're family. Whether we like it or not. We have become one. And while Bucky might not be related by blood, he's still Harry's something, and we need to respect that. Just like we accept all the wizards. Tony, why don't you start by explaining why you feel Bucky doesn't respect the family?"
Tony looked down, trying to find the right words. "It's not that I don't like Bucky," he began slowly. "It's just...sometimes he does something that makes me feel like he's mocking me and all Harry and I have been through to get to where we are now."
Bucky looked surprised. "I've never intended to mock anyone," he replied, voice soft. "Maybe I'm trying too hard to fit in. I apologise if I've ever hurt anyone's feelings."
Harry held Bucky's hand tightly. "He's been trying, Dad. It's not easy to come into a new family and figure everything out. Especially a family like ours where everyone is all fucked up.”
Scott nodded. "Harry's right. Bucky, if you're not familiar with something or feel like you're stepping on toes, just ask. We're here to help you navigate this new world and make you feel welcome, not judge you."
Bucky swallowed hard. "I just want to be accepted. Harry means the world to me, and so do you lot now, though god knows how that happened. I'll try harder."
Tony cleared his throat. "I need to apologise too. Maybe I've been too judgmental, and I need to be more open. It's just...I'm protective of Harry, and I want what's best for him."
Harry smiled weakly. "Dad, Bucky is what's best for me. He helps me."
Tony looked into Harry's eyes, seeing the same determined spark he always admired. "Alright," he conceded, "Let's start fresh."
Scott clapped his hands together. "Great! So, how about we make some hot chocolate and watch a movie?"
And as the rain continued to pour outside, inside, warmth filled the room, proving that understanding and love always find a way.