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“Oh and you have like these blue eyes that see things.” Tony let out a little snort and took a sip of the drink in his hand.
“Yeah, Buck. They’re great.” Steve reached next to the side of Tony where the bottle of wine sat, and refilled his glass.
“I meant you, Stevie,” Tony grinned.
“I have blue eyes?” Both Bucky and Steve said at the same time, making Tony laugh again.
“Yeah. I wish I had blue eyes.” Tony sighed, leaning back, forgetting there was nothing there to support him and promptly falling over with a groan.
“Wait, how do you know?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m not a vampire, love. I can see my reflection.” Tony rolled over so he was facing them again.
“Oh yeah,” Bucky shook his head, “I’m still amazed by that.” Steve nodded in agreement.
“What else?” Steve asked around the rim of his glass.
“Um…” Tony downed the rest of his drink with a grimace on his face. “Your blond hair. It- it's like magic.”
“You said I had brown hair.” Bucky frowned pulling one of his long strands and inspecting it.
“You do Buckaroo. I meant Steve. Steve’s hair is like, you know in Tangled how Rapunzel’s hair glows. It’s like that. It’s so pretty.” Tony waved his arms to emphasise glowing.
“Right, yeah, gotchya." Bucky paused before snorting. "Hey Stevie, let your magic hair heal.”
“Said the one with the long hair.” Steve stuck his tongue out.
“Tony said I look good with long hair,” Bucky pouted, looking to Tony for reassurance.
“You look like a murder bunny. Adorably scary.” Tony nodded wisely.
“I preferred your short hair,” Steve admitted, tilting his head slightly.
“I’ve never ever seen you with shirt, shit, short hair. Was he handsome, Steve?” Tony blinked at Bucky expecting him to re-appear when he opened his eyes with short hair.
“The handsomest.” Steve nodded, pouring the last of the wine into Tony’s glass. “I want to cut it.” Steve make scissor motions with his hand.
“No!” Bucky jerked away as if Steve’s hand was actually going to cut his hair. “I wanna be a murder bunny.”
“Steve, put the weapon down.” Tony was staring at Steve’s hand and Steve slowly lowered it.
“Okay, Tony’s turn.” Bucky stated like nothing had happened.
“Nooooooo,” Tony whined, waving his hand around, “I know what I look like. This is for you two.”
“Okay. So Bucky has long, brown hair and blue eyes and- “ Steve started summarising.
“What kind of blue, Dollface?” Bucky interrupted.
“Like a light blue. Like kind of grey but blue. And then Steve has dark blue eyes that are darker than yours,” Tony explained like the genius he is, and rewarding himself with a big gulp. Bucky frowned.
“Who’s do you prefer?” He asked glancing at Steve.
“I don’t.” Tony placed his glass to the side.
“If you had to,” Bucky insisted.
“I couldn’t choose. I love them both.”
“I like yours, Buck.” Steve moved to rest his head on Bucky’s shoulder.
“You haven’t seen your own,” Bucky persisted.
“An’ you haven’t seen yours,” Steve argued back.
“That was really deep, Steve,” Tony said before sighing deeply. “You’re both so, so, so pretty…”
“Can’ be as pretty as you, doll,” Bucky gestured for Tony to join their cuddling and, if Tony was in any other state he would’ve refused. Instead he crawled over to them and unceremoniously plopped in their laps.
“I think ‘m okay with not seeing myself,” Steve murmured after a few beats of silence.
“’s not like you have a choice, Stevie.” Bucky smiled dopily at the man.
“No, I mean like, before, before,” Steve didn’t have to explain for Tony and Bucky to know what he meant, “I didn’t really like being, scraw-ey, srawn, scawn… small, you know? And like, we didn’t really have mirrors back then, but I’d see myself in shop windows and stuff. And like that’s changed now but I think I’m always gonna feel small. I don’t want to see otherwise.”
Tony hummed, “I don’t think I could go a day without looking in a mirror.” He laughed at himself and Bucky let out a chuckle.
“I think I get it, though,” Bucky murmured after he stopped laughing. “I dunno how I’d react. But it doesn't actually matter to me - I have all the best views with me righ’ ‘ere.” He tightened his grip around the two other men.
“Sap!” Tony accused and pretended to push himself away but miscalculated. With Steve’s slow reaction in trying to grab him, Tony ended up back on the floor and groaned before giggling loudly.
Bucky abandoned his initial response to be concerned and laughed with him, leaning away from Steve and falling on top of Tony, pushing his head into his stomach.
Steve hummed from where he was watching, “Bucky’s right. You are the prettiest sight.” Tony groaned again.
“Feelings shmeelings. Get over here, and let’s regret falling asleep on the floor.”