Yeah, yeah. They were roommates. (слэш)

On this particular afternoon,Tony slammed the door to his new Malibu location and stepped back, waiting for a rising tide of panic that somehow didn’t come. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared up at the nearest sensor. “Friday?” he asked, “Did you let a known assassin sneak onto the property through the water garden?”
“Yes, boss,” she replied quickly and happily, hopefully already having taken pictures of the lily drenched man on the other side of the door. She knew he wasn’t upset. They’d both kept an ear open for rumors concerning the Winter Soldier. “He wasn’t very good at it.”
With a sigh, Tony opened the door again, raising an eyebrow when he observed that Barnes hadn’t moved a muscle since getting the door slammed in his face. “Does your mother know you’re out after curfew?” he asked, the teasing curling into the edge of his mouth. It felt rusty, but he shoved that bit of stress away so it could eat at him another night.