Looking At You (Post CACW Winteriron)(Part One)
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“Hey, Tony can I–”
“Jesus.” The plate Tony was holding shattered across the kitchen floor when it slipped through his fingers. “Jesus, Steve sorry about that. Sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve said with a frown, and Tony just shook his head.
“It’s fine. Just lost a little in my head is all.” He bent down to start cleaning up the mess.
“Let me hel–”
“I got it.” Tony waved him away. “What can I do for you, Captain?”
“Well, I was thinking maybe you could take a look at Bucky’s arm? It’s been freezing up or not flexing or something and it’s hurting him quite a bit. I told him you’d be happy to help him with it.”
“Happy to help–” Tony cleared his throat. “That’s fine. But I’m busy, so send him to Banner. He’s got access to everything in the lab anyway.”
“I was hoping you would–”
“I’m busy, Steve.” Tony wiped his hands on his pants and raised his eyebrows. “Banner is smarter than me anyway, he will find a fix faster than I can. Sorry, I just can’t right now. Sorry.”
“Uh, okay. I’ll just take him to Banner then.” Steve sent him an odd look, but turned and left anyway, and Tony sank down into a chair, sitting on his hands so it wasn’t quite as obvious they were shaking.
“Sorry, Clint, uh, you guys, I didn’t realize you were in here.” Tony did an abrupt about face and headed right back out of the room, and Clint raised his eyebrows.
“Tony. It’s not a problem.”
“I don’t want to intrude.” Tony held up his hands peacefully and Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.
“Since when do you care if you are intruding, just come in and sit down. It’s called a common area, Stark.”
“Lay off.” Sam sent her a sharp glance. “You don’t have to say everything like it’s an insult.”
“Excuse me?” Natasha’s voice rose the slightest bit and Tony coughed loudly.
“Hey, it’s all fine. Let’s not fight okay? No worries, no harm no foul. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s fine. All I needed was my tablet, it’s just there on the end table, I’ll just grab it.”
“Here, Tony.” Sam tossed it to him and Tony caught it, but just barely, bringing it down to his side before anyone noticed the slip.
“Ok. Ok thanks guys. See ya. Sorry again.” He turned and left, trying to slow his breathing down a little.
He hated when they fought.