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“Next time I’ll try the new alloy, maybe adjust the socket while I’m at it. That should lighten it and relieve some of the tension on your shoulder, see?”

“Mhm.”

The workshop’s a messy place, but Bucky’s willing to get a little dirty if it means wrangling his wayward boyfriend into cuddles on the couch. It’s a tight fit, the couch clearly not meant to hold the width of two grown men. Given the questionable burnt patches and concentrated smell of motor oil, it’s seen better days.

Bucky doesn’t mind the crick in his neck, or even the curious beeps DUM-E sends their way though. With Tony under his arm, grease-stained and mouth running a mile a minute, Bucky’s got the best seat in the world.