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Tony watched as Steve stood in front of him, emotions no where to be seen on his face. He could feel tears start to cloud his eyes, his heart feeling like it has shattered from the loss of his mother all over again.
"Did you know?" Tony asked, watching as Steve tried to calculate his answers. Of course, the hesitation was the answer Tony needed to know that Steve did in fact know that his best friend had murdered his parents. Or, more accurately Hydra had murdered his parents and used Barnes as the weapon to do so. He didn't blame Barnes for this, because he knew how it was to be treated as a tool to hurt others.
"I didn't know it was him" Steve finally answered, still not looking at Tony. He could see Barnes in the corner of his eyes, wary of the whole situation. Tony would be the same, had he stood in the other mans position.
"Dont bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?!" Tony cried out, and Barnes flinched back at the scream. Finally, Steve looked Tony in the eyes.
"Yes" Tony was about to take a step back from the shock, but before he could even start to fall back a step, Steve took the motion as a threat. The blond launched forward, punching Tony right in the jaw.
"Steve!" Tony could hear Barnes shout from the side, but Tony was too shocked to look over at the long haired man. Because his suit was off, having taken it off earlier to show that he wasn't a threat, he didn't have the protection from the blond he needed to shoaled himself away from the next blow to his ribs.
Bucky was staring in horror as his supposed best friend was beating the man on the ground. He could see Stark trying to get up from the ground, but Steve was punching him down before he could even get on his elbows.
A cry of pain shocked Bucky out of his frozen state, making him launch himself at Steve. He caught the next punch before Steve could land it.
"Bucky, what are you doing?!" Steve shouted at him, stopping his arm away from the hold.
"Me?! What the hell are you doing, huh?!" Bucky shouted back, squatting down beside the man that was laying still on the ground. He carefully took Starks head in his arms as he laid the smaller mans head on his lap. A whine escaped Starks lips at the movement.
"Sorry" Bucky whispered, moving a little slower.
"I'm protecting you, Bucky! Tony was about to attack!" Steve shouted about to move forward again.
"Even if he was, he has every right too! But he wasn't, he was going to step back!" Bucky shouted, in shock that his now ex best friend had just attacked without reason.
"This is Stark we are talking about, of course he was going to attack!" Steve shouted back in rage. Bucky could almost see the vain in his forehead pop out off anger.
"Just get the hell out of here Steve! You have done enough" Bucky said, carefully brushing the bangs away from Starks bloody forehead.
"Bu-"
"Now!" Steve took a step back, taking a final look at the two before walking out of the bunker. Bucky knew this wasn't the last of the man he would see, but right now that wasn't one of his top priorities.
Turing back to Stark, Bucky lightly tapped the smaller mans face.
"Hey, Stark, are you with me?" Bucky whispered, almost as if the man would disappear if he talked too loud.
"M'srry" Stark whispered, making Bucky's heart ache.
"Hey, you have nothing to apologies for. I should be the one apologizing here" Bucky said, keeping his tone soft. He ran his fingers through the mans hair, trying to keep the other grounded.
"'s my fault" Stark whispered.
"No, none of this is your fault, you hear me?" Bucky answered. It was surprising to the the man like this. According to Steve and the others, Tony Stark was a cold-hearted man that only cared about himself. Bucky could not see that man anywhere. "Let's get you back to New York, ok? You need to get to the hospital."
"No, 'can't" Stark shook his head.
"What, why?" Bucky asked, feeling lost. Why couldn't they go back to New York, Sure, he was wanted and he knew as soon as he stepped foot on US soil he would be arrested, but he didn't care anymore. But why could Stark go back?
"You 'ill get caught" Stark whimpered, curling a little more in on himself.
"Hey, it's ok. I will live. My first priority right now is you, Stark" Bucky answered, positioning his one of his arms under the other mans knees and the other on his back.
"Call me 'ony" Stark- Tony murmured. Bucky gave a small smile.
"Then you can call me James" Bucky answered. He had thought about it for a while now, and wanted to be called James from now on. Bucky died a long time ago.
"'ucky" Was the last thing Tony said before he feel into unconsciousness. James tightened his hold slightly, starting his walk back to the old yet.
Hopefully they would both be ok.