Bucky: I personally find Tony adorable and very small, not to mention very easy to pick up!
Tony: [squirming in his arms, feet several inches above the ground] Just because I’m shorter than you doesn’t mean you can make fun of my height!
Bucky: [starts swaying him back and forth] Aww! Aren’t you just adorable?!
Bucky: I’ve been keeping an eye on Tony.
Sam: You mean stalking him.
Bucky: The language of most stalking laws is pretty vague. I like to think of myself more as a guardian angel.
Tony: I ain’t talking.
Bucky: [sharpens his knive] I got ways of making people talk.
[Bucky cuts a piece of cake]
Tony: Can I have some?
Bucky: Cake is for talkers.
Bucky: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little dramatic?
Tony: [offended] A little?!
Bucky: [to injured Tony] Doll… Are you alright?
Tony: I’m just peachy! I heard torture is really good for your bones.
Bucky: Eh… We should get a torture room back in the tower then! Practice with the tools! A little heretics fork for your neck!
Tony: Ahahaha! Iron maiden for a little massage!
Bucky: Pilliwinks for manicure!
Tony: And if your muscle hurt just relax on our dreaded rack! [winces] Ow, ow… Hurts. Don’t make me laugh!
Bucky: Ugh… Those look pretty bad, you know. You sure you are still gonna be pretty after all this.
Tony: Not very gorgeous now, thanks to these wounds…
Bucky: Don’t be absurd, you are way hotter with the wounds! I swear if you weren’t in pain right now, I would-
Peter: [appears] …
Bucky: Cuddle you all night!
Tony: [laughing] Oooh! What else, what else? Do you think we can maybe… Hold hands too?
Bucky: [compliments Tony]
Tony: [denies it]
Bucky: Listen to me you beautiful piece of fucking shit. Don’t you ever talk bad about yourself. I admire and respect the fuck out of you. You are such a good person. I’d give you a hug right fucking now if you wanted it you wonderful shithead.
Bucky: I don’t know whether to laugh or shoot you.
Tony: Surprise me.
Bucky: You’re speaking and yet I don’t understand a single word.
Tony: I get that a lot. Why don’t you talk and I’ll listen?
Tony: The moon is really beautiful tonight.
Bucky: It really is.
Steve: Should we tell them that’s just a tortilla you threw at the window?