"Why does everyone look like kids."

He's having trouble washing the blood off his shirt. And it's his favorite shirt at that.

"Yeah, just my luck really."

James raises a brow before handing it to her wordlessly. "Didn't know you'd do laundry."

"And I was being observant. I figured someone else would do your laundry." Unfazed, James walks around her to pick up the shirt from the robot.

"Hmn, yeah, I guess I could use backup." His lips quirk up a smile. "You interested?"

James holds back at grunt at the pesky robot before leveling with Toni's gaze. "Yeah, alright. Show me what you got."

Barnes follows after her silently, letting her bots whizz about. He leans his back on the sink, crossing his arms while watching Stark with his shirt. It works, to James's surprise, and he smiles. "Huh."

He appreciates a clinger. ( Saoirse Rogers )

"Thanks, Stark." James hums lowly, taking the shirt from her. "You ain't so bad after all."

He shakes his head, hiding the tug of a smile. "Alright. Only if you give me that recipe. This might not be the last time I get a bloody shirt."

He merely shrugs. "Let's see what I can give then. What do you want?"

➢ ;

The voice makes him look up, blinking slightly in astonishment. Huh. "Thanks, man." He decides to follow Toni, finding the thought of getting lost in her place unappealing. "Working on anything?"

/. me: im gonna let bucky be happy my brain: give him trigger words that he doesn't know about me: sure i'll do that