Incase you didn't know, my one shot book contains a lot of stony/ Tony Centric one shots if you'd like to check them out! I feel like they go unnoticed and it makes me pretty sad.

Okay honestly; they don't exactly say how old any of Buckys sisters are, I know that they are all younger than he is, and there's only one official name (from the comics) which is Rebecca (which will be around age 11). I'm going to follow the R theme and have Rachel (at age 6) and Rose (age 3).

Bucky, Tony, Steve etc are all 16 going on 17 or 17 (in Steves case ((it really depends when their birthday falls)). Rhodey is 19-20.

"Steve! Come play with us!"Steve is slumped in one of the recliner chairs in the Barnes livingroom, nursing a full stomach and with an itching temptation to continuously check his mobile phone for a message from Tony. Christmas with the Barnes was always a pleasant but overly tired occasion, filled with joyous laugher, screaming children and childish bickering throughout the entire joyous day.

Yesterday had been a great day, for Steve standards anyway. It was different when he was hanging out with Tony, Tony is so easy to talk to despite the fact that he's a riddle wrapped inside a puzzle locked inside a safe. Steve had left nearing 8, the two of them watching some British television show called Downtown Abbey and bantering back and forth. It was enjoyable, sweet and Steve has found himself waiting for Tony's message all damn day.

Steve has been over since early this morning, not too early for the Barnes family to open their presents - since that's one thing Steve doesn't want to be apart of. It's a family tradition and no matter how long he has known the Barnes or how many times Mrs Barnes tells him he's family, he doesn't want to intrude - but early enough that he was there on time for breakfast. French Toast with Maple Syrup and cream.

He had been dragged to view various toys, make up sets, paint supplies, books from the minute breakfast had finished until the traditional Christmas Dinner was being served at 4 in the afternoon. He had been set in between Bucky and Rachel, with one ear being filled with absolute  garbage about how Barbie is way better than Bratz and the other the swear of how embarrassing the Barnes family is.

"Rachel, leave Stevie alone. He doesn't want to play house."Bucky mutters as he enters the room with a drink for Steve and himself. His nose is scrunched up in a short of disgusted manner as he glares at his little sister to stop bothering his friend with her childish obsession of playing with dolls and playing pretend.

Rachel frowns up at her big brother, obviously not taking what he has said to heart. She may not be as old as Rebecca, as wise to her Brothers grumpy antics, but she's not stupid and knows that what her brother says shouldn't be taken to heart. Rachel was a split image of her older brother, with dark hair tugged into two pig tails with blue doe eyes, pasty skin.

"Maybe a little while later, Rach. I've got the case of a food baby."Steve laughs to soothe the little girls mind. As for effect, he pats his stomach earring  giggle from Rachel and a roll of his eyes from Bucky who looks unimpressed with everything going on. If it was up to Bucky, Christmas would consist of eating Thai takeaway and watching mass amounts of YouTube.

Rebecca was somewhere in the house, her bedroom most likely testing out the new make up set that she had managed to plead for, Rose had been out down for a late nap to be awoken in time for desert and Mrs Barnes was doing the annual family phone calls for the entire family, caught between a conversation with a distant aunt on how much the kids have grown. Steve likes this atmosphere, it was family, one he was involved with even for just a short time.

"Scram, twerp."Bucky beckons with his head, his expression stone cold as he watches his little sister rise to her feet and stick out her tongue at him with sound of 'neh' with the vowel dragged out. Bucky mocks his littler sister all the way until she finally leaves the room with a huff, her head held high and determined to steal a cookie.

"Why do you have to be so mean to your sisters?"Steve rolls his eyes, taking the tall glass from Buckys grip.

"Why do you have to be so nice to them?"The fellow teenager scrunches up his face, flopping down onto the opposite recliner chair, pulling the lever and elevating the leg rest. He has his own class of similar liquid nursed in his hands."You're making me out as a bad influence, punk."

"Maybe that's because you are?"Steve smirks, bringing the glass up to his lips and taking a sip. He can feel the familiar burn slide down his throat and settle in his stomach, his face twisted up in a sort of disgust from being caught off guard by the alcoholic drink."Seriously? Vodka and coke?"

"It'll keep you warm."Bucky smirks, taking a gulp from his own glass. He sets the glass onto the side table, knowing he'll get a yelling at by his mom for not using a coaster."And it's Christmas, live a little Stevie."

"What'd you do? Steal it from 'Tasha's?"

"Duh? What's the point in having a Russian friend and not stealing their vodka? It's common sense."Bucky has that odd smile on his face as he leans back into the chair, rubbing a hand over his face and then through his well styled hair. He might not care for Christmas - people in general - but he cared about his appearance, and shamelessly looked good in anything.

"She's going to kill you, Buck."

"Being killed by Natasha's Thighs? Sweet."Bucky smirks, watching the way that Steve rolls his eyes and takes another drink of the alcoholic drink. It was no secret of the on going sex that the two have been sharing for the past year, and it was nothing more than that despite everyone's poking and prodding. Steve thinks otherwise, but whatever.

Steve lets out a hum as the alcohol slides down his throat, hating the fact that how right Bucky is that the alcohol was keeping him warm. He can't help himself but peer down at his mobile phone that sits on the coffee table, the screen on the lid of the phone having not light up with the indication of a new message.

"What's got you so anxious?"

"Huh?"

"You keep looking at your phone as if he's about to do something magnificent. The most a phone like that can do is survive a 100 foot drop off a building."

"Am I not allowed to check my phone like a normal teenager?"Steve raises his eyebrow at Bucky because he's one to talk. Bucky is on his phone more than anyone he knows, other than Clint when he's playing colour switch or some stupid game like that.

"You are not a normal teenager, Stevie. That's the problem."Bucky smirks, eyeing Steve in that 'I know everything' type of way, with his eyes darkening in curiosity. Bucky leans forward in the recliner chair, the leg rest pushed back into the normal seat so his feet are now planted on the ground."C'mon, tell me, who are you sweet on?"

"Wait, what?"Steve is shaking his head in confusion, his face scrunched up.

"Sweet on. Who's the gal? Or is it a fella?"

"I'm not-"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Fuck!"Both Steve and Bucky are turning their attention towards the family room window, just in time to see Clints body fall from the roof and onto the thick pile of snow that lay infront of the large window, scream and all. There's a short second of silence before he's popping up from the pile of snow, covered in white from head to snow and his right ear hearing aid dangling from his ear."Steve! Buck! Get the fuck out here, man."

"Clint, what the fuck were you doing on my roof?"Bucky shouts, getting out of the recliner. Steve is following suit, already reaching for his jacket, scarf and hat.

"James! Language!"Mrs Barnes is shouting from a room away, earning a grumbled apology from Bucky and a roll of his eyes as he glares out the window at Clint who has a ridiculous grin plastered on his face.

"Trying to get the fuck away from 'Tasha and Thor. Those two crazy bastards take snow ball fights way too fucking seriously. I think Thor bruised my ribs with a ball of snow."Clint grimaces, giving a shiver as he looks over his shoulder. The snow ball fight had started an hour before, taking it from across the city to Steve and Buckys neighbourhood.

It was somewhat of a Christmas tradition between the group of friends, from the age they first got together as a group, having an extreme snowball fight was a tradition which seemed to get more violent each year as the teens grew up. It was always a fun experience, one that may end with bruises and pain but in the end, worth it to settle in the Barnes household for Hot Chocolate and desert.

"We have not finished this conversation."Bucky turns, glaring at Steve who rolls his eyes, shrugging on his jacket and zipping it up.

"We have no conversation to continue."Steve declares, fixing the scarf around his neck and pulling the hat over his head.

"Guys! They fucking found me! Get out here and save my glorious ass!"Clint shouts dramatically, yelling whenever balls of snow is being pelted his way from a nearby tree that surely can't hold Thors weight yet manages.

"Alright, we're coming."Bucky and Steve say in unison, already heading out the front door, ready to fight until frostbite takes over their body.

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"I hate you all, I'm going to have snow in my ass for a week."Clint mutters as he stumbles into the Barnes household, shredding of his snow soaked clothing with it all landing in a damp pile on the floor. He has a sour look upon his face, one that makes Natasha snicker from behind her mug of coffee that Mrs Barnes had brought outside for them not that long ago. She's already sitting on the floor of the family room, watching the boys bicker of their lost.

"That's not a good experience for Phil."Bruce smirks, following into the Barnes household with a missing hat and a nursing bruising cheek from the mistake of Thor throwing a ball of ice instead of a ball of snow. His rectangular Glasses were cracked and broken, laying in his pocket."Poor Phils dick."

"Excuse me."Clint turns sharply, stopping the trail of teenagers from entering the warm house making everyone walk into the back of one another."Did you just assume that I'm a bottom?"He glares half heartedly at Bruce.

"There's no need to assume when we know."Bruce smirks, pushing Clint further into the house before Phil, Bucky and Steve all freeze to death outside. Clint lets out a whine, stumbling further into the house and towards the family room where a tray of hot chocolate and a bag of marshmallows are placed on the coffee table.

"The sex tapes, yes, they were enough evidence that Phil is the one in charge of the relationship."Thor adds his part, shrugging off his soaked jacket and draping it over the radiator. Despite the lack of members, Bucky, Natasha and Thor had won the snow ball fight with a victory of claiming whatever was inside Clints Christmas stocking.

"Yes, thank you Thor! Say it louder, I don't think Bucks little sisters heard."Clint hisses, throwing himself onto the floor beside Natasha and curling into her side like a vulnerable little puppy desperate for affection. Natasha - being the brilliant best friend that she is - strokes at Clints hair.

"There there."She pats with a smirk because as loyal as a best friend that she is, she was one of the hundreds that had witnessed the series of sex tapes involving Phil and Clint. Someone - Bruce - had hacked into Phils computer one time and retrieved the copies for the groups enjoyment and mockery. Thor just so happened to let it slip on accident, resulting to the entire school having a peek of Phil Coulsons dick in Clint Bartons ass.

"It could be worse, bird."Phil chimes, being the reasonable being and hanging his coat up. It wasn't soaked unlike everyone else, Phil had a remarkable skill on disappearing and reappearing in mer seconds.

"Hmm?"Clint leads on, peering over at his boyfriend from where he is curled up into Natashas side, stuffing a pink marshmallow into his mouth. Bruce has taken place on the sofa, Thor in one on the recliners as Bucky and Steve enter the room, riding themselves of their soaked clothing.

"They could've seen your dick."He laughs, followed by a chorus of others as they catch onto what he meant.

"Fuck you. Fuck you all. I'm taking these out now."Clint huffs, lips pouted out as he makes a move to take the hearing aids out of his ears so that he can't listen to The Clint Barton Christmas Roast.

Dramatically, Clint is setting them on the coffee table with a clank, huffing a breath as he pulls the bag of marshmallows forward and settles into Natashas warmth seeing as she's the only human in the room that isn't being mean to him.

"Steve, your mobile has buzzed about 5 times since we've walked in."Bruce informs, eyes pointing towards the flip phone that lays on the coffee table beside the tray of hot chocolate.

"Mine?"Steve tries to hide his joy, looking confused as he points to himself. The blonde hisses whenever Bucky elbows him in the side."What do you do? Sharpen your elbows?"

"You never know when you might need to use your elbows in a fight, Punk."

"I prefer to use my fists. Like a normal person."

"None of us are normal."Thor speaks up, licking off the hot chocolate-stache he accidentally gave himself.

"True that."Phil and Natasha Salute, raising their mugs before taking a drink of the warm beverage that goes all the way to their bones.

Steve is reaching his phone, shocked to see the 6 text messages left.

From//Unknown

Hi

From//Unknown

It's tony btw. From the hospital with the arc reactor and shit

From//Unknown

Idk if ur busy, u probably are bc it's Christmas and ur hanging with your friends i just thought to give you a text  (:

From//Unknown

Okay idk why i added that smiley face I'm sorry that was weird of me.

From//Unknown

I realise I'm probably bothering u now. Sorry. There's only so much one can do when stuck in a hospital room. I hope your having a good Christmas.

From//Unknown

From Tony Stark from the hospital just incase you forgot idk. Bye.

To//Unknown

Sorry!! I was caught up in an intense snow ball fight with a group of friends. Only back in doors now. I wouldn't forget you, Tony. You're one of a kind.

From//Unknown

You replied

To//Unknown

Of course I did! Been waiting on your message all day

To//Unknown

Okay that sounded a littlw obsessive stalker there

From//Unknown

Always knew u were into that kinky role play rogers (;

I know this is a little shorter but i managed to write one chapter of Stitches in an entire day which is such a fucking achievement since is nornally takes me 5.

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