Stucky: New Beginnings (BOOK 1)

Later that day

"It's kinda cold, is it not?" Clint said trying not to laugh as Bucky walked in.

"I would even say freezing! Wouldn't you, Nat? Buck?" Tony asked with a giggle.

Natasha rolled her eyes. God they're children! She thought. How the hell did they manage to convince her to help with their deranged plan?

"Okay one you guys are weird. Two don't ever call me 'Buck' again especially if you want to keep that pretty little head of yours, Stark. And three it is not cold at all." Bucky responded.

"Fuck. It's not cold enough!" Tony muttered.

"What?"

"He just means that it's not cold enough to try out his new invention. Right, Tony?" Natasha said coming to his rescue.

"Yep! His new ice cream machine!" Clint said trying, and failing, to help.

Natasha facepalmed.

"I'm gonna go before I lose any more brain cells." Bucky said before walking out. Seriously? These are supposed to be the earths mighty saviors?

"God damnit! JARVIS! Make the tower colder! A lot colder! Like cold enough for it to snow. Don't actually make it snow though. And don't let anyone make it any warmer!" Tony said.

"But sir-" JARVIS started before being cut off by Clint.

"You heard the man JARVIS! Make it snow!"

"NO!" Tony and Nat shouted.

"God help me if Barnes and Rogers don't kill you I will." Natasha said calmly.

Tony and Clint rolled their eyes.

"Just make it cold enough to make anyone need a sweater" Tony said and JARVIS did just that.

Two hours later

"Where. The. Hell. Is everything?!" Bucky shouted walking into the dining room where all the others were. (Minus Steve who was still out grocery shopping).

"I have no clue what you're talking about Buck." Tony said purposefully emphasizing the 'Buck' part.

"No clue? No clue?! How about I explain then! Where are all the blankets?! How about clothes?! I've been searching for the past hour and all I can find is boxers, boxers, and more boxers! And JARVIS won't listen to me and turn the air up!"

"That explains your current attire." Natasha said.

"Yeah about that, who the hell stole my clothes while I was in the shower? This isn't some teen movie! I am freezing! And where the heck are all the towels and hair dryers?! My hairs still wet!"

"Along with absolutely everything else." Clint added earning a glare that could set fire.

"Whoever has ALL my clothes just give it back so I can get dressed! Please! I'm freezing!"

"But just two hours ago didn't you say that it wasn't cold. At all." Tony said mater-a-factly.

"I changed my fucking mind!"

"Well you have to wait. I had one of the maids take all the clothes to the washer." Tony said. All a lie of course. They hid all the clothes in the attic.

"Why?"

"Because why not?"

"What am I supposed to wear then?!"

"OH OH I KNOW I KNOW! PICK ME PICK ME! I KNOW THE ANSWER!!!!!!" Clint shouted jumping up and down like a physco.

"Sweet lord Jesus I don't think I want to know what you have in mind."