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They were going to rectify that. Bucky just wouldn't fit into anything Tony kept laying around. Not even his t-shirts. He had no idea how these men from the 40s managed to maintain such a massive amount of muscles after so long in deep freeze--

How annoying.

Bucky stunk to high heaven but it couldn't be helped. Tony called for a car with a driver, so he could keep an eye on Bucky at all times and directed the man towards the higher end boutiques. Marching a homeless hobo into an Bruckheimers' was more amusing than anything Tony had experienced in his life...until he remembered Pretty Woman.

And then he just felt old.