A/N: I wrote this for my sister for Christmas. Obviously it's a bit late, but enjoy it anyway?

It occurred to Tony eventually that Capt might be a little upset about Tony ripping up one of his possessions in a fit of childish rage. He hunted down a vintage Bucky Bear and gave it to him for Christmas. He got a brand spanking new one for Barnes. It was an acknowledgement that he was still a hero and as close to an apology as Tony would ever get.

Clint got one for everyone else, including his kids. This was received with delight (the kids and Thor), quiet thanks (Bruce and his wife), a shriek (Tony . . . possibly because his was spring loaded and launched itself at him), and an eye roll (Natasha).

Which didn't change the fact that Tony's got a lab coat and became an honorary science bro, or that Steve treated his like precious glass, or that Bucky got the message.

Or that one actually kept Bruce from hulking.

Five times. And counting.

Natasha would never have hers in her bed, of course. But she set it where it was the first thing she saw when a nightmare woke her.

Bucky Bear is magic, Clint tells his kids.

None of the Avengers dare to disagree.