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"No freakin' way!" Bucky's chest heaved, his nostrils flared.
The team stood in silence, Steve ready to jump between his boyfriend and Tony, sure any second they would come to blows.
"You don't get to take that line, Barnes. I'm a Stark. That means-"
"Picking a fight with the Winter Soldier? Not a smart move."
Just then, Thor stood, grabbing each of the furious men by the neck, steering them towards opposite couches.
"For Westeros sake, you can both wear the “Winter is Coming” garment. Now quiet in the realm, the game of the throne is about to begin!"