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Bucky had a thing for clothes, Tony noticed. Or- that’s what he thought at first. He always had some new item on and was always fiddling with it in some way. At first Tony figured it was some sort of anxious tick- years at the hands of brutal torturers would do that to a man for sure- but then he though it just seemed that Bucky just liked fiddling with it for the texture. This was further supported when Tony ran into Bucky one time at a clothing store running his hands through a selection of sale items with his eyes closed (what Tony had been doing there, he’d never admit).
So Bucky liked different textures. Interesting, Tony supposed, but also not unexpected. The day he walked into the lounge room to find Bucky rubbing a soft blanket across his face, he didn’t even blink.
“Uh- Tony-” Bucky jolted fully upright- “hey.”
Tony smiled reassuringly, “You can have that if you like.”
“It’s yours, though.”
“I couldn’t gift it to you if it wasn’t.”
Bucky hesitated, “It feels… wrong. Like I’m stealing or something. Do you think I’m a creep?”
“You’re always feeling things.”
“There are so many new ones.”
“So, you want to try them all out?”
Bucky nodded.
~~*****~~
The next time Tony saw Bucky was when he came down to test the new gun he’d finished for the other man. He figured the scope might be too short for Bucky, but he wouldn’t know for sure until Bucky tried it out.
“By the way- your texture quest, Have you tried spandex yet?”
Bucky frowned, “Tried what?”
“I’ll take that as a no, then?”
“Please do.”
Tony grinned. He had clothes to make.
“Okay, I found some spandex stuff for you. I think it’ll fit but you best try it on down here first and I can make any alterations.” It would fit- Tony had made it himself. Spandex was crappy to sew, so it had taken weeks, but it wasn’t like Bucky needed to know the effort it had required. He gestured at the puddle of dark fabric on the table, “The door to the bathroom is behind that screen.”
Tony busied himself moving things around to make space for the large mirror he’d brought down for Bucky to use. He turned when the door opened, and gulped as he looked Bucky up an down. The clothes were tight, Tony had known they would be, but the way the fabric strained over Bucky’s arms should be illegal.
Bucky wandered over to where Tony had set up a mirror. He observed himself silently for a few minutes. Tony looked away from Bucky’s ass only when the other man turned around, obscuring the perfect globes from his view. Bucky made a face as he examined himself in the mirror, “And people really wear this?”
“Sure. It’s common for exercise since it’s stretchy.”
Bucky looked unconvinced. “And they don’t feel… naked?” Damn, yeah, Tony would love to see Bucky naked. The thin fabric might be hiding very little as Bucky flexed his arms again so it might be more of a technicality, but still….
Tony shrugged, “Eh, well, I’ll admit people who wear this sort of stuff on its own tend to be of a certain shape. I don’t know if there’s anything wrong with that, per say.”
“People wear this to show off their bodies?” Bucky asked bluntly.
“Some people, yeah.”
“Hm.” Bucky turned a slow circle again, inspecting himself from every angle. “I suppose I look pretty good.”
Tony nodded silently, unsure if he spoke now whether it might give away how much he agreed with that judgement.
“Where did you say you got these? They fit rather well.”
“I didn’t. JARVIS found them somewhere.”
“Well then, JARVIS?”
There was no response from the ceiling. “Oh yeah. I muted him earlier, for sassing me.”
“Convenient.”
Tony sighed feeling his stomach sink, gesturing at the ceiling for JARVIS to speak. “Sir did mute me earlier, and he made those himself.”
Do you think I’m a creep, Bucky had asked him. Well, now he knows the creep is me, Tony thought morosely. Then he caught sight of Bucky’s grinning face. “I’m just fucking with you, I already know you made these.”
“You did?”
Bucky nodded, “Modern clothes always have labels, so I knew someone close to you must have handmade them, and I know that you’ve been very frustrated- imagine sewing this stretchy stuff, must be a total pain- and it fits that you could sew. Plus whoever made this somehow had my exact measurements. Oh, and you make the team’s uniforms so it fits you’d have basic sewing knowledge at least to be able to design them.”
“Fits?” Tony frowned. Did he seem like a artsy and craftsy guy? “Whatever, you got me.” Intelligence was generally attractive to Tony and Bucky was no exception.
“Anyway, I actually hate this fabric,” Bucky huffed as he pulled the shirt off. “It’s exquisitely sewn and my ass looks fantastic in these pants, but I can’t stand this plasticky feeling.”
“Mmm,” Tony mumbles, distracted by Bucky’s bare shoulder. This is getting ridiculous, he thinks.
“There are easier ways to get me naked, too, if that’s the plan.” While Tony is still short circuiting at the sudden statement, Bucky continues, “I appreciate the time and effort you put into this, but if the goal was just to look at my butt, you only had to ask.”
“Oh, well then, can I see your everything?”