"This goes here?" Tony heard Bucky inquire.

Peter, Ned, Thor, and the master assassin himself were all huddled around a Millennium Falcon Lego set while MJ sat beside them, drawing in her sketchbook.

Tony was sitting next to them with Julien lying down alongside him though not including himself in the conversation like the rest of the group. Loki was sitting next to Julien, reading something he picked up from the compound library. The billionaire took a peek, he wouldn't have known what it was due to his poor vision though he could easily make out the iconic cover of 'The Fault In Our Stars'.

He couldn't help but snort at that.

"What do you think about mortal literature so far, Rudolph?" The mechanic jabbed with a smirk. Loki closed the book and set it on his lap, Tony guessing that the god wasn't too far along in the book.

"Barton claimed this to be the most enlightening piece of literature on Midgard. I'm not entirely sure why I took his word for it." Loki glared though he gave no consequence in the way he spoke or his demeanor. Something like that could have easily angered the god of mischief in the past though he had changed entirely from what had taken place in New York. Now he seemed more inconvenienced than anything.

"Try reading the classics. 'Moby Dick' or 'Crime and Punishment'." MJ suggested, not looking up from her sketching.

"That last one might not be a good idea." Tony raised his hand, index finger pointing at MJ's direction in warning. The teenager only smirked into her hand as she continued to draw with the other.

"Aha, I have constructed Mjolnir!" With Tony's glance, even who could tell how crude the hammer Thor created was.

Ned grimaced as the hammer looked like it was about to topple over, the handle almost unable to hold all the weight. Peter innocently took it from Thor's hammer, holding it out in front of him to inspect it.

"Huh, great job, Thor." He hopped onto his feet, playfully mocking the god by thrusting the hammer into the air. He pretended to throw it, the handle was still in his hand by the end of it though the rest of it went hurtling across the room. It crashed into the wall and thankfully didn't actually go inside the wall.

"Err, sorry?" Peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He grimaced as he reluctantly gave the Lego handle back to Thor.

Rhodey walked in at the right time to witness Thor's pouting face as he grumbled about the Lego hammer. The Colonel let his eyes dance around the room before eyeing Loki. Not by who he was or what he had done but what he was currently doing. The god was still reading the romance novel, more out of boredom than anything.

"Is he—"

"Yes." MJ answered with an amused tone.

"I'm just gonna leave that—" Rhodes' hand gestured to the novel. "alone."

"Good idea. So, what's up?" Tony had his bandaged hand pocketed in hopes that his best friend wouldn't go on a worried tirade.

"I made dinner. Don't know how good it'll taste."

"I'm sure it'll taste amazing, honeybear." The billionaire pushed himself up off the floor, everyone else following suit.

"Mr. Stark, could Ned and MJ spend the night here? It's the weekend and May says it'll be okay." Peter eagerly pleaded once he made his way to the engineer.

The young hero and his Aunt had moved into both the compound and the tower at the insistence of Tony. It was a lot easier to keep them safe that way, more security and protection. It used to be hard to admit but he thinks of them as family.

Now, if only he could convince the kid to stop calling him 'Mr. Stark' all the damn time. For a while the teen had taken to calling him Tony but after the one incident where to much of Peter's embarrassment he had called him 'Dad' it stopped all together.

"Yeah, sure thing, kid." The group made their way into the dining room, the smell of spaghetti sauce mingling in the air.

"We're also gonna borrow Bucky after dinner. These nerds want to show him Star Wars." MJ tossed a thumb towards Ned and Peter.

"Oh no you don't! You don't get to show him movie masterpieces that's my job." Tony turned on his heel with a glare.

"You can come too!" Ned excitedly replied. He was the one out of the teenagers to never entirely drop his fanboy excitement of being in Avengers compound or SI tower. Most of all he never seemed to not get excited at being in the presence of Tony Stark.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." He turned around, leading the three teens and a master assassin to the dining table. Peter and Ned visibly grew excited as they sat down in their seats while MJ looked indifferent, though she looked that way with most things. The table was nearly full. Peter sitting on his left along with his friends, Rhodey on his right with Sam and Clint, while Bucky sat across with him among the company of Wanda, Nat, and Loki. Thor was at one end of the table, always being the one to converse amongst the whole of the room.

"I'll think about not only my participation but your Bucky privileges seeing as you all blew up a lab last week." Tony jabbed while Steve walked in. The conversing amongst the table didn't falter though Bucky did, his shoulders tending up. Tony didn't notice anything due to the ex-assassin being too far for his blurry vision to entirely see well enough of.

The super soldier decidedly sat at the end of the table not occupied by Thor though not without a look of longing shot at Bucky. His seat was next to MJ and Wanda's, the teenager glaring daggers at the captain whenever he wasn't looking.

The dinner nearly went without a hitch. Nearly. What was with them and having disastrous events at the dinner table?

The table was still conversing loudly with each other, loudly meaning Thor shouting about a tale to Sam and Rhodey while the others spoke at a more appropriate level.

"Hey, Bucky. Could I speak with you after dinner?" Wanda turned to her left to address him, inquiring over the others' conversations.

"It's fine, Wanda. Already overheard your conversation with Vision. Good thing he's off on a mission or I might've attacked him in a fit of anger."

His sarcastic reply sounded as if it were a normal discussion. Tony wasn't entirely sure what the hostility was for but James' reply caught him off guard along with a few members of the table, mainly MJ, Steve, and Natasha.

So much off guard that Tony had inhaled while he took a drink of his water and MJ let out a breath of laughter. He quickly placed the glass down, coughing violently.

"Something funny?" Steve spoke up, most of the table hadn't caught on to anything, still conversing. Wanda was quiet out of what Tony could only assume from shock. His fucked up eyes couldn't get a good look at her expression.

"No." Tony tried not to mumble.

"Damn, wish I coulda made someone laugh. I need a little bit a' hilarity after the shit I've been through today or I might stab this fork into my eye." Bucky spoke up, his hand lifting the utensil up for him study. After that the people at the table seemed to all shift their attention to the ex-assassin.

"Buck—"

"I was lied to yet you're going to pretend like it didn't happen." Barnes deadpanned as he finally looked at Steve, letting his fork drop to clatter on his plate. Anger was clearly evident in Bucky's eyes and even though it was hard to make out, it shook Tony to his core.

"James," Tony began in a surprisingly even yet quiet voice.

"What?" Bucky snapped, his reply malicious and hating.

It caused Tony to wince, reeling back in his seat. He moved to quickly place his hands in his lap, his sunglasses clad eyes looking down at them. He watched as Peter placed his hand over top of them. It was a comforting gesture and much appreciated though the billionaire's body was riddled with anxiety.

"I— Look, I'm—" James quickly ran his palm over his face, being interrupted by Tony holding his hand up.

"It's fine. Peter, let's go start your marathon with your friends."

The engineer convinced himself that his voice sounded calm, even, though that might have been wishful thinking.

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Dude, I literally wrote that in the span of like an hour. Who am I?

I was about to cry when Bucky scared Tony, anyone else? Like don't hurt my baby, asshole.

Is this too much drama? I'm living for it but are you guys wanting me to slow it down?