Will plushie su Bucky ever ask Tony out?
Unfortunately no. He’s not brave enough. He’s too broken. Some days he disassociates so hard that even Steve can’t handle sitting with him.
And Tony will never ask Bucky, because he’s afraid to push, afraid to make things worse, because what if it just stresses Bucky out more? What if this is just something that he does as a coping mechanism, and Tony is making it out to be more than it is? No. Bucky will have to come to him.
(Crochet Winter Soldier and Crochet Iron Man go on another adventure. CIM saves CCW like he always does. It’s very sweet.
“So, um,” CWS says, the hand holding him upright trembling a little. “I know this diner that still exists from the forties. Food tastes the same, even. Would. Would you maybe like to go there with me? As. As a um. Date.”
CIM is silent, and the hand holding him trembles, too, before the video abruptly ends.)
((Tony is breathless when he knocks on Bucky’s door. Perhaps running up from the workshop was a little overkill, but he’s nervous-excited-scared and he’d wanted to burn off the excess energy it caused. Bucky opens the door and he looks surprised and then so, so scared, but Tony bursts in past him, toward the living room.
Bucky swallows thickly when Tony turns from the coffee table, CIM in one hand and CWS in the other. Tony looks at him and his eyes are bright with unshed tears. Bucky doesn’t know what that means and he’s scared all over again.
“I would love to go to the diner with you,” Tony makes CIM say, voice shaking with emotion.
Bucky’s breath hitches.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you to ask me,” Tony continues.
A tear rolls down Bucky’s cheek.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you,” Tony repeats, and lets out a shaky breath, gulps another back in.
Bucky opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he’s so overwhelmed.
“I’ll wait forever for you,” Tony whispers, then looks down at the dolls and bites his bottom lip. He brings CIM in close, so close, and brushes CIM’s face against CWS’s, in the softest brush of a kiss against a cheek that Bucky’s ever seen.
Bucky still can’t say anything but he walks over and gathers Tony into his arms.))
(((“I can’t believe you’re making little food for them,” Tony says gleefully. “You know they make this stuff, right? Plastic, even, so it never goes bad.”
“If you don’t like my authenticity you can fuck off,” Bucky says, meticulously cutting a little square from a leaf of lettuce for one of the teeny-tiny burgers. “I’ve been doing this Instagram without you for months.”
“You’re such a nerd,” Tony says fondly.
Bucky looks up at him sternly. It doesn’t quite cover the fondness in his voice. “You crochet, you big lummox. You can’t cast the first stone.”
Tony sniffs in disdain. “You wouldn’t have this Instagram if it wasn’t for me.”
“I wouldn’t have a lot of things if it wasn’t for you,” Bucky answers without looking away from cutting another square of lettuce. He’s sincere and it’s awful because Tony doesn’t know what to do with that.
So he turns back to crocheting another doll, this time without the mask or the removable goggles or the body armor. This one’s just Bucky.
He keeps it in his room to cuddle and Bucky only teases him a little when he finds it.)))