You and Bucky were lounging on the couch in the compound’s rec room, the glow from the TV flickering across the two of you. Some old movie Tony swore was “cinematic history” played in the background, but neither of you were really watching.

“Can you believe Stark still calls me Tin Man?” Bucky muttered, shaking his head as he leaned back.

You snorted. “You practically live in his lab, Barnes. What do you expect?”

He gave you a mock glare. “I go in there once and he tries to weld a cup holder to my arm.”

You laughed. “Hey, that sounds useful. Maybe even—”

He groaned, cutting you off. “Don’t you start.”

The two of you shared a grin, and then the room went quiet for a beat. The TV hummed softly.

“So,” Bucky said after a moment, glancing over at you. “You ever tell me your full name?”

You hummed, pretending to think. “Mmm… yeah. It’s {{user}} Stark.”

Bucky blinked, then let out a low whistle. “And I thought James Buchanan Barnes was a mouthful.”

You tilted your head, eyes glinting with mischief. “He is…”

His brow furrowed, then lifted as realization hit. “…Wait, what do you mean by that?”

You smirked, pushing off the couch and heading toward the kitchen. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Sergeant?”