Pilot
Tony had a toothbrush in Bucky's bathroom before they'd ever been on a real date.
Sure, he had to wait for what felt like years for the rest of the Barnes family to vacate the toilet or shower for Tony to be able to actually use said toothbrush, but well, he wouldn't change a thing about it. It was, in Tony's not so humble opinion, a big step up from the eerily quiet halls and too-many rooms of the Stark family home. At least in the Barnes house Tony never felt like the only human left alive after an apocalypse.
He takes about two steps out of Bucky's bedroom door before a body slams into his own. Okay, maybe he'd change a few things, like giving the Barnes kids some spatial awareness. "Bathroom?" Tony questions Bucky's brother.
Clint makes a 'b' with his right hand and preforms a motion Tony doesn't understand but has learned to mean, "Bucky,"
Clint can talk, he can even (usually) hear - if he actually remembered to put in his aids - he just usually chooses not to in Tony's presence. Tony still isn't sure if that's meant to be an insult or not.
Bucky being the person currently in the upstairs bathroom means that Tony can - and does - walk right in.
"Tones?" Bucky questions from the shower. Tony hums what's meant to be a 'yeah' through his toothpaste. "You workin' today?"
"I don't have to, why?" Tony responds after spitting. He moves to swish listerine directly from the bottle.
"I gotta meeting with the twins' teacher at 3, but I gotta be at Davies in Westpoint by 2." The water cuts off and then there's Bucky. Just Bucky. And water. Wet Bucky. Oh- wet Bucky is still talking. "Go for me?"
Tony blinks. Gives the other man a very obvious once over and nods. "Uh huh, yep. Meeting, twins, got it, sure."
Bucky informs him that he's "the best" and promptly kicks him out of the bathroom.
Down the stairs and to the right is what Bucky lovingly referred to as 'Hells Kitchen' after the first full night Tony had spent with him. Hells Kitchen is such mostly because of the five 16-8 year olds consistently squabbling like toddlers and the one actual toddler, toddler-ing.
Tony's first move is to the coffee maker. Luckily, there's still some left, it's probably been refilled at least once already, it's still warm. He grabs two mugs because he knows Bucky won't be far behind him. He takes one with a rainbow handle and tiny font, 'cup of sunshine' the mug reads, and another with different measurements. Tony spins toward the refrigerator to find the creamer,
"Watch it!" Natasha raises her voice but not unkindly. She pulls the hot pan of scrambled eggs closer to herself and away from where Tony had nearly knocked into it.
Natasha's almost 17 and in the past few months that Tony's been with her older brother, he's watched her mature and begin to make a point of picking up the slack within the family dynamic. Which, in turn, has allowed Bucky more time for a nearly-live-in partner, so Tony thanks her for that (but never aloud). She dumps the eggs, pan and all, on the kitchen table where the rest of the Barnes' sans Bucky are waiting.
"You make breakfast?" Bucky asks the obvious, the same as he always does. Catching his baby sister by the shoulder and pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling a chair out for her at the table. "Thanks, kiddo,"
Wordlessly, Tony pushes the rainbow cup of coffee lightened with sweetener, to the other man. Then brings the coffee mug, expressing what level of coffee it is acceptable to speak to him after, to his own lips to sip at. Tony drinks his coffee black, like a real man, and Bucky will have to hear about it for the rest of his life.
The kids are tumbling overtop of each other reaching for different types of food. Eggs and toast and cereal and fruit. Bucky slides up closer into Tony’s space, the height difference without the lifts Tony puts in his shoes leaves him in perfect position to lay his head against Bucky’s heart. That’s not what happens now though, because Bucky tilts the smaller man’s head up by placing careful fingers on his chin, meeting their lips in a kiss that gets at least one groan and a “gross” from the table of Bucky’s siblings.
They kiss through the sound of the back door opening. Peggy’s heals click against fake tile flooring. Peter grunts and shoves against Steve’s arms when he’s caught in a head lock, Steve ruffles little brown curls anyways.
“I can take Yelena to the Danvers but I can’t watch her today.” Peggy offers off the bat. “We’re officially less-than understaffed at the bar, so I’ll be there all night.”
Steve shoulders past the couple at the counter to pop two more pieces of bread into the toaster behind them. His and Peggy’s two children already making themselves at home at the table. Bruce takes a plate from Nat with fire-red cheeks and Sharon questions loudly, “what’s wrong with Gamora?”
A glance over explains. Gamora is laying facedown on the wooden table in front of her, cheek against her crossed arms. “George told her she’s adopted,” Bucky explains with an eye roll. “She’s not, dads just an asshole,” he says truthfully of their father, “she’s been sulking ever since though.”
“Oh, I can keep her, Pegs.” Tony replies to her earlier offer of dropping the toddler at a babysitter. “I’m taking off to meet with the twins’ teacher today anyways.”
Clint snaps his head to the two thirteen year olds, moves his hands around. Tony still doesn’t understand the language.
“Not me!” Wanda denies, “I didn’t do shit, Peter’s the one who got up in Mr. Tomas’ face about math equations.”
“He fucked the formula up three times! Three! How is anyone suppose to learn anything with him? If I’m going to waste my time at that sped-school I’d like to actually learn something.” Peter complains.
“It’s not a sped school,” Steve denies, then turns to his wife, “is it?” Peggy shakes her head ‘no’ like she’s answering a toddler. “Right, not a sped school and even if it was, I’m pretty sure you’re not suppose to say it like that.”
“Whatever, everyone there is stupid. If I dropped out and got a job, at least I’d be helping.” He says it like a statement, but he’s egging Bucky on by bringing up an old argument.
“You’re just too smart for the classes you’re in, Pete,” Tony placates. “Maybe we can talk to someone about getting you into higher lever classes today?”
Bucky nods, liking that solution much more than the idea of Peter dropping out. “You and Brucie are both too smart for that school. If they can’t fix it, maybe we can see about moving you two to Midtown next year?” He glances at the other boys parents as he suggests it.
Peggy shrugs, moves to kiss both of her kids on the forehead and announces her exit, having only come over in the first place to offer to take Yelena to the babysitter.
A few more minutes of the kids nearly food-fighting before Bucky announces, “Alright, school!” The group grabbing last bites and toast to-go.
Book bags sling over shoulders, Nat grabs at Clint’s hand because - hearing aid or not - the eight year old is likely to run into oncoming traffic. Gamora lifts her head from the table like her dyed red hair weights tons. Peter and Bruce are in a heated conversation about which element would make the coolest super suit. Wanda grabs the paper bags containing her own lunch, as well as her twins as he’s forgotten it. Sharon pulls the door closed after them.
“We’d better head out too, Buck.” Is Steve’s prompt to force Bucky away from where he’s sure Bucky will try to go back to kissing on his man.
“Fine, fine. Remember, no blueberries for Lena, if she starts screaming just put her in front of the tv or pull up CocoMelon on YouTube. Meeting at the school at 3.”
“I got it, get out of here,” Tony laughs.
Bucky’s sends him a smile, pops a kiss on Yelena’s head and another to Tony’s lips. Steve’s practically pulling the brunette out to his truck.
Tony sighs when the front door slams shut. “Well, just you and me now, kid.” And set off to clean up the chaos that is a Barnes family meal.
Yelena babbles, as babies do.