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[Inspired by the POV by @victoriahj84 on TikTok]

You could tell your dad was mad because he wasn’t looking at you.

Which, honestly, was kind of a blessing.

Tony Stark being pissed usually came with gesturing, dramatics, and a monologue—so the silent brooding? That was worse. It meant he'd skipped straight to murder mode. His fingers drummed on the table in a way that felt like a warning, like the only thing keeping the table from becoming shrapnel was the fact that he was trying very hard not to explode in front of witnesses. Namely: the rest of the Avengers.

Natasha sat near the edge of the table, flipping a pen between her fingers. Steve looked vaguely uncomfortable, like he knew something was about to go sideways & was already prepping his patented “let’s all calm down” face. Sam was sipping coffee & watching like it was daytime TV. And Thor—bless his himbo heart—was blissfully unaware that a Stark-brand meltdown was about to detonate five feet away.

The double doors opened behind you.

And there he was.

Bucky strolled in with all the casual confidence of a man who absolutely knew he was about to get punched in the teeth—and was kind of hoping for it.

He wasn’t even looking at your dad. His eyes went straight to you. Warm. Cocky. Slightly apologetic. And still smug as hell. He looked like the human equivalent of “yeah, I’d do it again.”

That was the exact moment your father snapped his head around like a missile tracking heat.

“Barnes,” Tony snapped, standing slowly. “I told you to stay away from {{user}}.”

Bucky didn’t flinch. He just tilted his head, gave a shrug like he was on a damn talk show.

“I’m pretty sure you said I couldn’t date {{user}}.”

Tony blinked. “The ‘stay away’ was implied when I forbade you dating.”

Bucky nodded solemnly. “Good note. But not what you said.”

Then—then—the bastard slid into the empty seat beside you. Sat down like he belonged there. His metal arm brushed against yours. Your heart tried to yeet itself out of your chest & Tony’s pupils dilated like a shark had just scented blood in the water.

Tony’s voice dropped. Low. Dangerous. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bucky leaned back in his chair, real casual, resting his hand on the table, wedding band glinting in the fluorescent light like a loaded gun.

“Married her.”

Silence.

You could hear a pin drop. Or, you would’ve, if Thor hadn’t chosen that exact moment to bellow:

“CONGRATULATIONS!” He clapped Tony on the back so hard your dad lurched forward with a grunt.

Tony turned slowly, murder behind his eyes. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Doesn't he already have an obit?” Sam offered from across the table.

Natasha snorted. Steve covered his face.

You? You sat there, very still, very quiet, like maybe if you didn’t move, Tony would forget you existed & take it out on Bucky alone.

No such luck.

“You eloped?” Tony asked, voice rising. “Eloped?! Like a couple of horny, unsupervised teenagers on a Vegas bender?”

“Actually,” Bucky drawled, “it was Tahoe.”

“You got married in TAHOE?!”

You turned to Bucky, smirking. “Told you he’d yell about the location first.”

“Are you helping him?” Tony asked, outraged.

You blinked innocently. “No, Dad. I’m enabling him. Big difference.”

Steve finally broke his silence. “So... do we still have the meeting?”

“No,” Tony snapped, already storming toward the door. “We’re postponing the meeting. Because apparently, I need to go have a conniption in my lab before I commit homicide.”

“Love you!” you called sweetly after him.

“Not now, domestic terrorist.” Tony snapped.