A joke drabble would have been hilarious. Because Bucky TOTALLY would remove his arm to do this thing. He would have. Especially after Darcy showed him Toy Story.
Tony was twisted uncomfortably to get to the part of the car, and when he stretched his hand out for the replacement he was… shy a few inches.
Dum-E was getting some upgrades done. You and Butterfingers were helping Bucky with his arm, simple upkeep they were capable of doing. Steve was napping on the couch after a long mission, Tony didn’t want to wake him.
He stretched farther and almost fell and smacked his head on something. Okay then. Not going to read it.
"Bucky. Give me a hand," he called, wiggling his fingers pointedly towards the tool.
A moment, then something clattered to the floor nearby. Frowning, Tony twisted his neck and…
“Are you kidding me?!”
Bucky laughed hard enough to wake up Steve, who looked between them, caught sight of the metal arm on the floor and raised his brows. “I don’t want to know,” he muttered, shifting to get comfortable and closing his eyes again. “You two, I fucking swear…”
"I’m gonna kill Darcy if this becomes a thing," Tony warned.
"Nah you won’t," Bucky chuckled, coming over and grabbing his arm off the ground. He set it on the backseat of the car, grabbed the replcement part Tony needed, and passed it to him. He sat down on the floor near Tony, picking his arm up and starting to reattach it. "You like her too much. Plus Nat and Clint and Phil would have to kill you, which means Steve and I would have to kill them. Which means the world would depend on the Fantastic Four."
"Fucking Richards," Tony said instantly.
"I still don’t get why…"
"Trust me," Steve said from where he was still sitting with his eyes shut on the couch. His lips twitched. "You don’t wanna know."
"Just don’t with the Toy Story jokes, Buzz Lightyear," he muttered. "Then we won’t have to be at fault for the world burning."
Bucky chuckled, smiling slightly as he tested to make sure his arm was good, then reached out to steady Tony. Tony shot him a smile of thanks and finally got to use both hands to hold the part in place and secure it.
Give me a hand, he was never saying that again, he was surrounded by a bunch of dorks…