Two Birds On A Wire

Tony stepped into a dingy apartment in Bucharest with equally dingy clothes on, having an easy time blending in with the rest of the people on this side of town. He had technically brought a suit, or more like half of it, but there was no way that the boots and gauntlets were going to be much help against fifty or so men with high grade weapons. He slowly walked around the apartment, noticing little things like how the setup of the single room apartment could easily be moved to block any entrances or be used to protect against various weapons. When he picked up a little notebook, be felt a hand grab the back of his hoodie and slam him into the table, holding him there as a little whirring sound was made behind him. Tony sighed. "I assume that you're James Barnes. A friend sent me."

"I don't have any friends. Unless you're the man that Mrs. Mandelain sent with the plums?" The grip on Tony's hoodie disappeared and he stood up cautiously, turning to look at the man who had his hand outstretched hopefully.

Tony looked down at his calloused hands, expecting there to be plums there for some reason, but quickly shook his head in exasperation at himself. He really needed some sleep. "Sorry. I guess I don't have any on me right now."

The man in front of him looked sad for a moment before shrugging. "I guess they got lost on the way here. Don't worry I have problems forgetting things too. Do you want something to drink while you're here? You can call me Bucky by the way."

Tony was a little lost on how human the man in front of him acted, he had expected some sort of wild animal suffering in a cage. In his imagination it was nothing like this. "Uhh, no… thank you though. Um, I'm actually not here for Mrs. Mandolin, I need your help."

Bucky froze in place, right hand going to the knives in the corner slowly. "Who sent you? What do you want from me?"

Tony took a deep breath and steadied himself for what he was about to say. "My name is Anthony Edward St-" maybe he shouldn't spring the last name on the ex-assassin just yet. "Yeah. Anthony Edwards. I know a man by the name of Steven Rogers and he's not healthy right now. I need you so that we can find him a cure for something unfortunate that happened a while ago." Tony couldn't go into details right now, but he had at least caught the man's attention.

His hand stopped reaching towards the knives and he turned just the tiniest bit to let Tony know that his attention had been caught successfully. "Steve? What's wrong with him? Is he alright?"

Tony heated a beep from his wrist and looked down at a little black screen with many little green dots converging on two little red ones. "I can't explain, there isn't enough time, but if you don't come with me right now, Steve could die and I don't think you want that. There are almost fifty armed men getting ready to invade this apartment and they are not planning on taking hostages."

Bucky growled, a low and throaty noise of disbelief. "How can I know you're telling the truth? What should make me believe that Steve sent you?"

Tony had started panicking a long while ago, but now he was just fucking pissed. "Steve didn't send me! I came on my own because that god fucking damn idiot nearly got himself killed trying to save me because I did something stupid and childish!"

Buck smiled genuinely and Tony was surprised. "That sounds like the Steve I know."

Tony sighed in relief. "Great, now can we get out of here before someone blows us up?" Just then, a little clattering sound came from under the table and Bucky lunged at the grenade, covering it with his left hand as it blew up, throwing the flames wildly against the ground, causing Tony to jump away from the fire. "Shit! Shitshitshitshitshitshit shiiiiiiit!"

Bucky glared at Tony and shook his metal hand as it smoked. "Language."

Tony sighed as he ran towards the window with the man. "I can't believe that Steve spread that to you. Little goody two shoes can't stand swearing."

Bucky laughed, bullets raining down on the window from the outside as he shielded Tony with his metal arm. "Did you just call him a goody two shoes? And who ever said that he can't stand cursing?"

Tony glowered a bit as he shot a few of the men charging through the doors with his repulsors. "Steve hates swearing. He has a jar that he carries around and whenever anyone swears, they have to put money in the jar."

Bucky smiled at that, nearly getting shot in the head for it as Tony hit more special ops members with his repulsors to let them make a get away to the staircase. "I can't believe that Steve's become such a little bastard."

Tony turned, nearly shooting Bucky in the head as he shot someone behind him, causing the man to glare. "Watch what the fuck you say about Steve. Or else it won't be someone else's head and it won't just knock you out."

Bucky's eyes narrowed and he just stayed in silence as the two of them shoved the special operatives back into the stairwell and made their way to a window so they could escape. Tony blew out the window and stuck his head out, looking down at the closest building and cringing. This was going to take some talent. "Anthony, how do you suppose we get down there?"

Tony looked at the man with long hair and cringed. "We fly." Then, he hugged the other man's waist and tackled him out of the window, causing Bucky to dig his metal land into Tony's shoulder. They steadied a little, just barely hitting the flat roof that they aimed for before someone slammed into them, metal wings flapping to steady their flight. The two brunettes went flying across the gravel, groaning from the impact before jumping to their feet and facing back to back. Tony looked at their attacker who was kneeling on the edge of the roof, gathering strength or information, but Tony recognized him immediately. The infuriatingly annoying bird motherfucker. "Sam! What are you doing? That was too close!" 

Bucky frowned a bit. "You know him?" Tony nodded. "Is he on our side?" Tony nodded again.

Then the bird man looked up and Tony noticed that his eyes were glowing red. "Oh shitballs."

Bucky froze. "I take it that the glowing red eyes mean that he isn't exactly on our side anymore."

Tony bit his lip, bracing for impact as Sam started charging towards them. "Don't hurt him too bad. He's still one of us, he's just being controlled by Wanda who is being controlled by some assholes on a shitty council." The horrifying sound of metal on metal ricocheted over the building as Sam's wings collided with Bucky's arm and the arm rang like a gong being hit by a dying cat. Tony winced as more of the cat gong sounds flew through the air, but when he thought about Steve's best friend risking his life, he quickly forgot about the noise. "Sorry Sam! Don't kill me for this later." Tony shot the man straight in the face with both repulsor beams and knocked him backwards just enough for Bucky to shove him off the roof. "I told you not to hurt him too bad! He's probably dead now!"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Relax Anthony. He landed in a dumpster."

Tony shook his head as he grabbed Bucky's hand and started sprinting, leaping from roof to roof. "Sam is going to hate you for that. He already hates you enough for ripping the steering wheel out of his car. Also, don't call me that."

Bucky nearly fell off of a building in shock as he ran. "I did what to his car!?"

Tony pulled the man into a hug so that he could jump down into the road, trying to get the trail of special forces off their tail. "You don't remember?"

Bucky kept running, letting Tony led him by the hand through the crowds and towards a road where they could steal a car or something. "I don't remember a lot, but things start coming back when I see something familiar. Like you, your face reminded me of someone I knew long ago." He was silent for a moment. "You hang out with the Avengers right? That's how you know Steve?"

Tony shot a few men with guns using his repulsors as he ran. "You could say that I guess."

"Do you know the kid of Howard Stark? You look a lot like… someone I used to know as a friend." Bucky sounded genuinely interested and kind of guilty.

Howard. Tony grimaced. Just say that I look like Howard you jackass. "Yeah I know him. I'm his… bodyguard." Dumb excuse. Fucking idiot. "People say that I look a lot like him."

Bucky let his expression go blank, almost disinterested. "So could you possibly introduce me to him? There's something I need to apologize to him for."

Tony tried to think of what it was as he jumped out in front of a car and stole it by pulling out the woman inside. "I'm going to need a reason. It has to be really important for you to get to him right now."

Bucky sat in the passenger seat, clinging to the upholstery like a wild animal as Tony slammed his foot on the gas, now being targeted by military vehicles and police officers as guns fired at the car they had stolen. "Edwards I really don't like cars. Especially not when they crash!"

Tony laughed. "You and me both buddy. Hold on!" He launched the car off of the ramp and into the busy street below, slamming on the gas immediately when he got the concrete. "Also, don't call me that." Tony swerved and ducked through traffic, leaving behind the vehicles still on the ramp that were firing at them, but Tony just floored the gas and tore down the street in the small ugly orange car. 

After about ten minutes of driving with no police, the two men ditched the car and started running, easier to lose the police if you could move in any direction except east or west. Tony pulled Bucky through a cornfield, tracking the police and their progress with the little green dots on his wrist screen. When Tony decided that they were far enough away from the police, he started dragging the ex-assassin back towards the city they had just left. "Wait. Why are we going back?"

"To get a car so we can get out of this place. Now you answer my question from earlier. What do you need to tell Stark?" Tony kept his voice low, constantly checking his wrist to make sure they were going in the right direction.

Bucky paled significantly when he heard the words Tony said. "Hey Ant? Is there anything other than a car that we could use? Maybe a truck or a motorbike. I would settle for a scooter."

"Don't call me that. And not unless you know how to hotwire a scooter." Tony just kept walking, staring intently at the little green dots moving around and keeping track of the little red ones to make sure they were going the right way.

Bucky nibbled at his lip nervously. "I don't like cars. Are you sure there's nothing else Tony?"

Tony sighed. "Don't call me that." He pulled Bucky out of the field and across some farmland to a barn, hoping that there was something in there that could be driven. Pulling open the old door, Tony looked around, only to find some old rust bucket of a truck that probably hadn't worked since the 30s. Great. The one type of vehicle that he didn't know how to hotwire or drive.

"Nice." Bucky smiled a bit and gestured to the truck. "Hop in Eds, I'm driving."

Tony frowned. He didn't like being driven places and he certainly knew that this bucket of junk wasn't going to move a meter. "Yeah. I don't think this is going anywhere. Let's look somewhere else."

Bucky had already walked into the barn and was rummaging around a bit, looking for things that might be laying around. "Oh come on Eds. She's not in too bad of a condition, just a little taste of home and a disguise or two and we will be on our merry way. No probs."

Tony groaned. "I'm going to regret this." And boy, was he ever right.

Half an hour later, Tony and Bucky were out on the road, in the ugly old trash can, quickly approaching a police block on the roads. Bucky had found a lot of old things in the barn, most of them having been untouched since the war, but they had all worked towards their advantage. Tony was now wearing a white button up shirt tucked into rough jeans and a brown bomber jacket, all of them too big on him and making him look like an old man. The shirt and pants he had on before were all rolled up in the stomach part to make it seem like an old man gut, and there was something smeared onto his head and in his beard to make it look like white hair. Tony was sure that it was flour mixed with a foul smelling hair gel. At least he wasn't dressed like Bucky though. He was wearing a house dress that looked a hundred years old and stockings that came up to his knees with fragile glasses attached to a chain sitting on his nose. He had rubbed some of the flour onto his face and neck to look paler, then put on lipstick. Actual lipstick that he had found in a truck with all of these clothes. Bucky had gone as far as to put on almost a full face of makeup from eyeshadow to blush, all of it looking surprisingly practiced. His hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a ribbon and a few locks of hair framing his face as a string of pearls sat on his neck. Even the way that Bucky had rolled up the legs of his pants earlier to make a fake bosom looked like it had been practiced and perfected. It was strange to watch him completely transform, but it was ridiculously stunning how convincing the disguise was, complete with the way he walked in the ladies shoes and the way he held himself exactly like Pepper did. Now that they were nearing the checkpoint, Tony was hoping that everybody thought that Bucky was as convincing of a girl as he did, despite him looking just a little bit bulky for a woman.

Bucky cleared his throat and started humming lightly, starting at his normal pitch and getting a little bit higher as he went on until he held his pitch and practiced humming it over and over again. Focusing in front of him at the police cars, Bucky held himself up straighter and gained an air of confidence that reminded Tony of Pepper again, causing him to slouch. Soon, they pulled up to the roadblock and the officer looked into the cab quickly, turning to his fellow officer and whispering a bit loudly. "Old man and young lady."

The other officer sighed and moved towards the cab of the truck. "Go check the back Adam." Then he walked to the window and looked at Bucky with a smile. "Hello there. We've got to do a quick check before we let you pass. Is that alright with you miss?"

Tony would have laughed his ass off if he wasn't so terrified of being caught and so in awe if Bucky's acting skills. He even sounded like a woman when he spoke and it was almost scary to think of. "If course it's alright officer."

The officer blushed a bit and looked down at his clipboard. "I'm going to need your full name and the name of your companion. Then I need your reason for leaving the city today."

Bucky smiled at the officer and compiled right away. "My name is Verna Bernadette Sapphic and this is my father, Cord Vincent Sapphic, my father isn't feeling well today, so I'm taking him home to rest after one of his doctors appointments."

The officer smiled at Bucky, obviously blushing, but trying to control the heat on his cheeks. Oh, if only he knew. "Why was your father at the doctor's today Verna?"

Bucky sighed, shaking his head. "It's a horrible thing really, Alzheimer's. My own father barely remembers my name sometimes and it is quite the sad thing."

"Shut your trap already and let's go." Tony tried not to grumble, but it just slipped out and Bucky shot him a disappointed glare. Sighing, Tony leaned forward to look at the poor boy and glared a bit more. "Sorry if he's bothering you."

Both Bucky and the boy outside the window froze. Before Tony realized that he had gotten the pronouns wrong, the boy relaxed and shrugged, looking at Bucky with pity. "Now I know what your problem with Alzheimer's disease is. Sorry about that Verna, I totally understand where you're coming from. I sort of had to cut off my parents because they refused to accept me and tried to send me to a conversion camp. A few of my coworkers still call me by female pronouns as well, but it's getting better."

Bucky beamed at the boy outside the window and reached out to shake his hand, letting his voice drop a bit closer to his original octave. "My name's Buck. It's just easier to pass as female sometimes when I feel like it. Sorry for tricking you."

The boy shook his hand with a giant smile. "My name is Ritchard, and it's fine. It's just best that you feel safe about yourself. My pronouns are he/him and I'm trans, how about you?"

Bucky shrugged. "I don't care much about pronouns and I'm guessing that I'm sort of fluid. Thanks for understanding Richard."

Richard just smiled. "What can I say Buck, people like us have gotta stick together." He paused, looking nervous for a second and glancing over to Tony who just looked away, disinterested. "Do you think that I could get your number quick?"

Bucky smiled and wrote his number on Ritchard's arm with a little smiley face and a heart at the end. "Call me soon okay?"

Richard smiled and nodded waving them away from the road block before calling out. "Before I forget, I'm twenty-five.  How old are you?"

As Bucky pulled away, he waved his fingers at Richard and raised his voice a little to compensate for the distance. "I'm ninety nine." Then he drove away, leaving Richard more confused that he had been in the beginning of the day when he had been called into work to deal with the Winter Soldier, a Russian myth that his mother had told him when he was a child.

Tony glared at Bucky as the man (or woman) ducked back into the cab. "That was uncalled for."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "What was? The fact that I don't fit with my dick all the time?"

Tony scoffed. "Yeah, that's fine, sometimes Pepper feels the same way you do. What I meant was, it's uncalled for that you just picked up a guy and give him your phone number in a completely deadly situation."

Bucky just smiled. "That's what your problem was? Not the fact that I'm sort of… messed up?"

Tony sighed, starting to bull at his shirt so that he could change. "Just because your different in a certain way doesn't make you messed up. I mean, as long as I actually like someone and they don't mind dating men, I can really go for anyone." Tony tugged on his shirt and started unbuttoning it, but before he took it off the rest of the way, he turned to Bucky. "Don't look. I'm a little messed up. Scars and whatnot."

Bucky looked at Tony with a mischievous smile. "Just because you're different in a certain way doesn't make you messed up."

Tony chuckled, holding his shirt closed out of habit. "Well I guess you have scars you don't like either then. What's your story? I got my own bomb shoved in my face and dragged to a cave where I needed heart surgery and was told to make a Jericho missile. I was there for three months with a man named Yinsin." Tony pulled his shirt open a bit to let Bucky see the arc reactor as they drove on the empty roads. Scars covered his whole chest, but most of them were located around the metal contraption on his chest. Not many people had seen it, just Rhodey, Pepper, Bruce, and Steve, so Bucky was lucky to even know about it.

"Whoa. Stars." Bucky smiled.

Tony was confused. "What? Scars. Not stars."

Bucky shook his head. "Not what I meant. You have freckles on your chest and shoulders. They look like stars. You're lucky."

Tony blushed, not used to anyone noticing his freckles. Only Steve had and it had been a weirdly intimate moment. "How am I lucky? They're just freckles. It's not like they're going anywhere."

Bucky smiled, literally the extent of him laughing. "Well you notice these sort of things when your only freckles get cut off by crazy German scientists."

Tony raised one eyebrow, looking at Bucky in confusion. "How do you cut off freckles? Aren't they like a part of your skin?"

Bucky nodded. "Of course they are." He pulled down the top of his dress towards the left shoulder, showing a wild tangle of scars worse then Tony's ending abruptly when they hit the metal of Bucky's left arm. "Steve noticed them. I didn't even know that they existed until he pointed them out. There were just a couple small ones on the back of my shoulder and I guess they're gone now because of the metal arm."

Tony took off his button up and slipped on his t-shirt and hoodie, then leaned back, slouching into the rough seat under him. "Yeah, Steve was the only one to notice my freckles too. Also, the whole losing your arm thing must suck. Especially if you liked your freckles."

Bucky nodded. "You know, there are some on your cheeks too." He paused for a moment. "You know Eds, you're his type."

Tony's jaw dropped. "Uh, yeah. That can't be true. I am absolutely not his type, besides, how would you know that?"

Bucky smiled and shook his head. "I don't know a lot, but I do remember some things. For example, Steve likes brunettes with freckles and a strong personality. You should ask him out on a date, I bet you five hundred dollars he would jump at the chance and immediately say yes."

Tony shook his head, unable to process all of the thoughts racing through his mind. "Are you trying to set me up with your best friend while wearing a dress and lipstick?"

Bucky shrugged. "Is there something wrong with my dress?"

Tony shook his head, running his hands through his hair. "Nothing's wrong with your dress. You look very beautiful. It's just Steve. Are we talking about the same Steve here? Steve Rogers? Mr. American Pie? Captain America? Mr. Rogers? Steven Grant Rogers?"

Bucky nodded. "Yeah. Steve."

Tony scoffed. "I'm going to need proof that I'm Steve's type."

Bucky shuffled around in his seat a bit thinking about what to say. "Well, when we were teenagers, we dated for a while before deciding that we did better as friends. Then there was this really small girl that was just about as small as Steve, I think he called her Button, but they were together for a while. A few years later I took him to the Stark Expo and we met Howard before he was known as a playboy and that happened for a week or so until Steve got into the army and they broke it off. Then, there was Peggy, but Steve didn't really want to do anything about that because she didn't need a man and he was fine hooking up with Howard every so often."

Tony's face went a deep shade of red out of embarrassment and groaned. "Oh dear lord. That's why he was so obsessed." How could he have missed such a big clue, and it was before Howard had been known as a playboy. Dear lord, Captain Fucking America took Howard Stark's virginity and it was back when he was still small too. "Holy shit. One more thing to live up to I guess." Tony rubbed his temples, too much information flooding his brain at the moment. He always thought that he would be stuck loving Steve in silence for the rest of his life, no chance of the man loving him back, but maybe. Just maybe. "Okay, so what if I'm his type. It's not like he would ever like me, he's way out of my league."

Bucky grinned at Tony softly. "Eds, Steve doesn't have a league. Trust me I know. He was just a scrawny kid from Brooklyn bored out of his mind at a science fair after failing to enlist for a fourth time, but he still got Howard Stark when the man could have literally picked anyone else. If he likes you and knows you like him in the same way or at least similar, he will do anything he can to prove that he actually deserves what you're giving him."

Tony frowned a bit. "So he knew how I felt about him. He knew the whole fucking time and didn't say anything to me?" Why would Steve hide his feelings? It was the twenty first century for god's sake, people are a lot more accepting. "Everybody thought that he was just trying to prove that he belonged with the Avengers. That he could make his way in this fucked up world."

"Language Eds."

"Fuck off I'm having a mental breakdown." Tony rubbed his face slowly. In the last few moments, Tony had gained a lot of information, but the most shocking was that Steve probably liked him. At least according to Bucky, and the man in a dress knew Steve better than any of the Avengers despite barley remembering his past. 

"Are you okay? You look pretty pale." Bucky let one of his hands fall off of the wheel to rest on Tony's shoulder.

Tony shook his head. "No. No, I'm not okay because Steve is dying and he knew that I felt something for him, but he didn't say anything to me because everyone told me I was being a jackass but I wouldn't listen. Now, I might not even be able to tell him that everything was a mistake since I don't know if I can remake the serum with your blood or not or even if your type of serum would work on him." He pulled his knees up to his chest, trying to keep Bucky from seeing his tears.

"Wait. I get that Steve's sort of dying, but why do you need my blood to recreate the serum? Why not use his blood?" Bucky turned his head back to the empty road, trying not to freak out. "What the hell happened? And don't sugarcoat it because I want all of the details."

Tony took a deep breath, preparing to tell Bucky something he hadn't told Bruce or Rhodey. "Five months ago, I received a package containing a vial filled with this red liquid labeled Super Soldier Failsafe. I thought it was some sort of knockout drug that SHIELD developed before they were taken down that was powerful enough to knock you out just in case someone found out how to turn you back into the Winter Soldier."

Bucky nodded. "That's a good thing. It would make sense to have something like that around."

Tony shrugged. "I was going to destroy it, but I thought that I could use a small amount to keep Steve sedated if he ever got hurt really bad so that he could heal properly. So I started the experiments to figure out what it was made of, but I didn't get far because I dropped the damn thing right on some prank foam bomb that one of my teammates had set there and it broke. It was pretty terrifying to say the least when something malfunctioned on the prank bomb and it started spewing rainbow death foam, except I didn't know that it was dangerous until Steve came to save me after the foam had completely covered the whole workshop and it was taller than him. He walked right into the damn stuff and accidentally inhaled some, so he eventually got stranded on a table in the middle of the room, just coughing his liver out. I started freaking out, so I just jumped into the foam and got to him quickly because he had started bleeding all over. The foam didn't affect anyone except for Steve and Natasha, but then again, we didn't have any sort of super soldier serum running through our veins. I figured out a few months ago that the stuff in the vial wasn't some knockout drug, but it actually attacked any part of the DNA affected by the super soldier serum. It acted like an acid, burning away Steve's skin and lungs because the serum changed everything for him, but we washed it off before it could do any lethal damage, but not before the poison reached other things. He used to have the ability to heal really fast, but now he barely heals at all and his wounds took two months to start scabbing over when it should have taken a day or two for a normal human. He hasn't woken up since and everyone has started preparing for his death because he isn't getting better. Steve has gotten fevers, colds, rashes, and all sorts of other things, but it's all taking much too long to clear up and he's still struggling with a fever right now." Tony sucked in a large breath, tears clouding his vision again. "The only hope we have is overwhelming the acid with the serum, but I couldn't get anything from Steve because the molecules of the fucking poison merged themselves with the molecules of the serum, rendering Steve's blood useless for either recreating the serum or making an anti-poison. There was no way that we could use Natasha's blood because it was a different type of serum and it was introduced to her body differently, but you have the closest thing to what we need to save Steve."

Bucky was silent for a long while before he pressed his foot on the gas pedal a little harder. "Where do we need to go Eds? Where is he?"

Tony looked at his little wrist screen, pulling the map on it to where he could see the outline of the country. "Just a couple towns more and we can get on a jet I have waiting to take us back to Wakanda where Steve's recovering." Tony watched the two little red dots approaching one orange dot slowly, then let out a long breath. "Alright. Let's talk about a lighter subject. Why don't you like cars?"

Bucky froze up a bit. "I thought you said to talk about a lighter subject."

Tony nodded. "Yeah, I did. So talk. Why don't you like cars?"

Bucky sighed. "Can we not talk about this?"

"Nope too late."

"Please?"

"Come on, tell me. I won't judge."

Bucky sighed and shifted nervously in his dress. "There was a car crash. I didn't know what I was doing because it was when I was being controlled by Hydra, but it was my fault. I killed one of my only friends left alive from the war and I just remembered what I did to him today. What's worse is that I orphaned a kid I don't even know the name of, my handlers wouldn't let me know who they were and I haven't had access to the internet long enough to look since I got free from Hydra. I have a feeling that I should know who his kid is, but I just can't remember."

Tony went pale and patted Bucky's arm softly. "That's real rough buddy. I'm sorry Hydra made you do that." After a moment of silence, Tony wrapped his arm around Bucky's shoulders lightly. "I'm sure that kid would forgive you and understand what you went through."

Bucky snorted. "I doubt it. I killed their parents without even knowing how old the kid was or if they could take care of themselves when their parents were gone."

Tony sighed. "It wasn't your fault, it was Hydra making you do it. You didn't have control over it."

Bucky frowned at the road in front of him. "I know that it was out of my control, but I still want to take responsibility for something I did. Brainwashed or not, it was still me, still my hands and I need to find the kid and apologize for what I've done."

"I guess it makes sense when you look at it that way." Tony stretched his legs out and leaned over onto the seat connecting his and Bucky's. "You shouldn't feel guilty about it too much, I'll help you find the kid after we get back to Wakanda and save Steve. Just keep driving and wake me up when we get into the next town."

Bucky nodded. "Sure thing Eds. Just get some rest for now, and thank you for offering to help me."

"No prob Buck. I hope the kid forgives you."