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deadinside-butstill-horny · 3 years

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The Night We Met

Part Two - Some Of You

Pairing: Javier Peña/ Female Murphy!Reader

Words: 5.3k - again; das pretty spooky.

Summary: Y/N’s and Javier’s actions on the couch are confronted.

Content Warnings: No smut just yet... Slow burn? Uh 18+ still though cause Javier’s got a filthy mouth and Y/N can’t stop saying fuck. Angst. Jealousy. Reference to declining mental health.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out. I’ve rewritten this three times because I just didn’t enjoy the direction it took. It was way too serious and stuffy, so I’ve gone a little playful with it and I’m kinda into it. Anyway, enjoy!

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Part One

You and Steve spent your first night in Colombia talking about everything and anything. Well, to be more accurate Steve did. For the most part your job was to listen and absorb. If Javier minded the Murphy reunion playing out in his living room he was kind enough not to say anything and stay safely behind his bedroom door.

By 7am your mind was melted, you had already been going on 24 hours without sleep but taking on this amount of information, man, your brain hurt. They’d hung his cat, he’d beat the shit out of some coke head at the airport and to top it all off he’d saved the Colombian president from a terrorist attack.

"This place is a real resort, huh?" You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in disbelief.

"It's definitely something alright," Steve lit what you believed to be his seventh cigarette in four hours, it seemed the stress of Escobar had made his chain smoking worse. "You can't stay here, it's not… it's not a good place to be. It makes you different, harder. Paranoid." Steve didn’t look good at all, his knuckles were bruised and oozing yellow and his eyes had dark rings of purple no doubt from the sleepless nights he’d had recently.

"I'm not leaving until you look like you're not gonna' blow over at the slightest goddamn breeze. I'm a big girl Stevie, I make my own choices."

He didn't look impressed but he had no response, you knew that the conversation was far from over but with a shrug and a shake of his head he tabled it for a later date. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as you searched for what to say next.

"I need some sleep and a shower. I figured you wouldn't mind me camping on your couch."

"Uh, my place…" Steve scratched his neck uncomfortable "is a bit of a wreck. I lost my shit after Con, and I haven't tidied in a while-"

"A shower please and at least 12 hours of sleep then we'll sort it all out," you stood up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders you towered over him from where he sat.

Javier's bedroom door opened and Steve shot up out of your embrace. He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at being caught feeling his feelings.

"Javi, I can't thank you enough man... Thanks for looking out for her." Steve clapped his partner on the shoulder. "Sorry if we kept you up,”

"Nah, I passed out after you got here,” Javier supplied kindly and whilst you knew it probably wasn’t true, you thought it was nice that he tried. “I’m about to head out, got a lead on Escobar to look into, got some concrete info from my informant. But you’re welcome to crash here, shower and rest… last I saw it, looked like a bomb went off in his place.” He snarked with a smoke hanging out of his mouth and buttoning up his fresh orange shirt.

“Thanks man,” Steve muttered for the third time this morning though this one was laced with sarcasm. “He’s right though, you should get some sleep here and give me some time to fix it up.”

“Don’t be silly. If Javier really doesn’t mind I’ll rest up here and help you clean it after. I’m here to help Steve, so let me.”

“Makes no odds to me,” Javi drawled with a shrug whilst pulling on his boots. After a quick tour of the bedroom and shower, you thanked him before turning to your suitcase and pulling out a fresh pair of pyjamas and your toiletries.

The two men were talking about the ‘concrete info’ Javier had gotten from his informant the night before, when you stood up and spotted the towel Javi had placed upon the table. When you got close they both clammed up, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion, though Steve ignored it completely.

“I’ll get some shut-eye too, come and knock when you’re up,” Your brother announced whilst stretching with a groan as he turned towards the door.

“Make yourself at home,” Javier smirked. His tone was full on innuendo even if he didn’t say anything inherently sexual. You turned quickly and clutched your toiletries closer, flustered by his words. You hadn’t known quite how he was going to interact with you this morning, part of you had been scared he’d ignore you completely so you were quite happy with the easy going kindness.

You closed the door and sighed, feminism was really taking a hit at your hands. Jesus Christ you were pulling the whole female race back a couple of centuries as you could barely look a man in the eyes with flushing a bright red and losing your ability to manufacture sentences.

You turned on the faucet of the shower just as Javier showed you. Whilst it was heating you up you turned to look in the mirror, your hair was a shade darker than it should’ve been coated in a disgusting cocktail of what you could only imagine was grease and sweat. Pulling your hair back, you noticed you had a bruise forming between the curve of your jaw and behind your ear. Was this guy secretly a 17 year old boy? leaving you with a goddamn hickey.

You peeled your fragrant clothes all while cursing Javier's name. You stepped into the shower and washed away the stress of the past night. All had ended well you supposed, better than well really. You’d made it here safe, found Steve and made out with a gorgeous man. The only downside was now you were here you saw how awful your brother looked.

Sighing, you decided to compartmentalise these complex thoughts until you had at least 8 hours of sleep under your belt. So you washed both your hair and your body quickly, reaching beyond the shower curtain for your toothbrush. You spent longer than was really necessary brushing your somewhat fluffy teeth before dropping the instrument back on the counter.

When you were finally done, you rinsed off and turned off the tap, exhaustion hitting hard now you were finally in the end zone. You looked around for your towel only to realise it was still on the dining table, you’d been distracted by the mens hushed whispers and Javiers teasing remarks.

“For fuck sakes,” you huffed under your breath out of the frustration of yet another task being between you and sleep. So after wringing out your hair you opened the bathroom door and peeped your head out.

The coast was clear, or at least it appeared that way.

As you rounded the corner, Javier was sitting with a coffee cup in his hand, and the towel resting in front of him with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“You forget something?”

You let out a dignity killing squeak and dove for the blanket that lay on the back of the sofa. You couldn’t believe the gall of this man.

“I could ask you the same thing! I thought you were going!” You proclaimed, gasping at the audacity of this man.

“Wanted a cup of coffee, y’know, start my day off right,” his face held absolutely no remorse and there was something distinctly challenging that dwelled there.

"You're a fucking perv, you do realise that spying on unsuspecting women as they get out of the shower isn't very cop-like." You growl at the man.

"Whose spying? I'm just sitting here enjoying my morning coffee, whilst you waltz around my apartment naked." He smirked holding his hand up "If anything I'm the injured party, what with you throwing yourself at me."

Your instant reaction was outrage, a huff left your body before you could restrain your response, that shit eating grin of self satisfaction remained on his beautiful face. It was so much worse than the usual smirk that usually resided there, you wanted nothing more but to knock it off him.

Schooling your face you rolled your eyes at his words and released your hold on the blanket. Two could play at this game.

"Whoops,"

You saw his eyes widen and flick down your body for just a second before the mahogany eyes narrowed and settled back on your own.

If this was a game he wanted to play, you’d win it.

It was your turn to smirk as you stepped over the blanket completely stark naked in the living room of a man whose last name you didn’t know and who just so happened to be your brother's partner.

You strolled forward noting how his eyes never left your own, the man had some real willpower. You had meant what you said last night, this was definitely not a good idea. You were playing with fire and you could guarantee Steve would murder you both if he found out about this, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play a little bit of cat and mouse.

So you ignored the man completely and grabbed the towel from the table in front of him. You turned away and began patting yourself dry before rubbing at your hair as you walked back to the bathroom.

“Have a good day at work!” You call as you use your foot to kick the door closed behind you, though the door doesn’t finish its journey as a hand catches it and flings it back. The sheer force with which it slams into the wall makes your eyes widen and take a startled step backwards.

Javier stands in the doorway, staring at you. Your facade of confidence is knocked as you stare at him, he walks forward slowly, all swagger as usual and takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Much like last night, he places a teasing single, solitary kiss on your lips. Your eyes shut as you wait for the onslaught to begin. But it doesn’t. He pulls away before placing a finger on the bruise on your neck, which was now on full display as your hair was pulled back from your face, dripping water down your body.

“Sweet dreams, maravillosa.” He whispers a voice like honey, backing up. His eyes, deliberately slow, roamed your body before they rose to meet your own. There were no playful winks or smirks present any more, only a heat. A burning fire between the two of you.

He was an arms length away from you but you felt a pressure on your chest, it was constricting your breathing. Making it hard to think, you didn't move or speak for fear it would break the spell. No words were passed between you as he took you in one last time and then turned on his heel and strolled out of the apartment.

That fucking bastard. He'd won again.

...

It was dark when you awoke to the front door slamming closed, it took you a moment to realise where you were.

Your head felt like it was full of wool and your teeth felt heavy in your mouth, you rubbed at your eyes feeling like you'd slept for an age.

You remembered the events of the previous night as you looked around taking in his room, minimal decorations, it looked like a prison cell rather than a bedroom. Javier was definitely not a nester.

Oh God Javier. The man you'd had at least two sexual encounters with in the past 24 hours. You'd thrown yourself at your brother's partner like a sex starved maniac, but my God, he was making you feel more alive than you had in years.

You sighed and lay back down, closing your eyes and rubbing your head. You grabbed the pillow and put it over your face. You weren't here for Javier, the lovely distraction he was proving to be, you were here for Steve. Steve was a goddamn mess, he was all over the place. Volatile, emotional and drunk, apparently, a large percentage of the time.

No, you decided, with a clear head for the first time in 48 hours. You could indulge in Javier when Steve had his head screwed back on and not a moment sooner. You would restrain yourself, you were not a blushing teen, contrary to your recent behaviour. You could do this.

You breathed out in a forlorn sigh, my God he'd destroy you. You knew all that swagger had to have experience to back it up.

Restraint Y/N, restraint.

You huffed in frustration and were struck by his scent, it had been around you all day, but he was condensed into the pillow covering your face. It smelt like smoke and his own brand of spice, something that brought his cocksure face into your minds eye.

This was going to be difficult.

Placing the pillow back down where you'd found it you rolled into a standing position, stretching out your arms above your head. You heard someone moving around in the lounge, a man and a woman talking.

Narrowing your eyes to step silently over the suitcase you'd moved into the bedroom last night and pulled out a pair of jeans, an undershirt and nondescript plaid shirt. You pretty much threw them on along with clean underwear as quietly as you could, it was as you were sitting on the bed pulling your socks on you heard the scrape of the sofa and silence throughout the apartment.

What in the hell?

It was then you decided to make as much noise as you possibly could… your rational brain told you he wouldn't… no- he couldn't be so god damn stupid not to check you weren't still in his bed before bringing a woman home after you'd been dry humping on that sofa not 12 hours ago.

You pulled on your trainers, steeling yourself for what you were about to find. This was either going to be a huge misunderstanding and you’d misconstrued the sounds or he was banging some lady out- A moan cut through your thoughts. No. No fucking way! That absolute fucker, getting you all hot for him and then pulling this shit!

You were struck by your position then, you were in his bedroom. Trapped. There was no clean exit. At this point the name of the game was damage control. You planned in your head, just get out of the apartment with as much dignity as you can muster. Resolved you all but launched your suitcase upwards crashing it into the wardrobe as it went and zipped it making sure to make it drag it out as much as possible to make the most noise you could.

You took in a breath, dragging your suitcase behind you and opened the bedroom door slowly and pretty damn stealthily if you do say so yourself, the apartment was dark, the only light source was from the warm glow of the street lamps outside.

So, you began your escape, taking a hesitant step forward. One foot after the other you got closer to the door, the wheels on your suitcase frustratingly loud, they had not got the memo that your mission had changed and your panicked brain now wanted to escape without confrontation.

As you rounded the corner, your stomach dropped. There, in the same position you had been not hours before was a woman, completely naked and riding the man that had invaded your dreams and had made you lose your head like no other.

You stopped dead in your tracks for just a moment before your fight or flight instinct kicked in. Now you'd like to say you're a fighter, the kind of girl to stick up for herself but all you wanted was for the ground to open and swallow you up. So in a moment of unhinged panic you made a run for it. Ditched the suitcase in the hall and hauled ass.

You weren't proud of it by any stretch of the imagination but you escaped pretty much unscathed apart for your dignity. That bitch was abandoned with the suitcase, decimated on the hallway floor. But hey, who really needed dignity?

You heard a surprised shout of something that sounded vaguely like ‘what the fuck?!’ from the lovers in Spanish as the door slammed behind you. You were taking the steps three at a time in sheer fear Javier and his lover would follow you out of the apartment. You knocked on the door of Steve’s place, praying to all that was holy that he was awake. Your luck, it would seem had not run out. As Steve opened the door looking as fresh as a daisy, well. A daisy that had been carried around in a child's pocket, mushed and missing a few petals, but you appreciated the effort of him tidying himself up.

“You alright?” His eyebrows dropped as he took in your sweating forehead and gasping breath.

“Uh, yeah? I ran into Javier and his … girlfriend? I think he forgot I was there.” You weren’t proud that you snitched to your brother but that was the best way of getting your things back without seeing Javier, you needed a hot second for this awkwardness to scab over.

“Fucksake Javi,” He pushed past you and nodded his head towards the apartment. “Make ya’self at home, yeah?”

With a nod you stroll into the living room still struggling to breathe. You throw yourself onto the couch, that was thankfully nothing like the one downstairs.

You were such a pussy.

You couldn’t explain why but seeing that had been a punch to the gut, you’d known him for an evening, you had absolutely no claim on the man but a part of you still mourned what could have been. Javier was exactly like eating peanut butter from the jar, you know you shouldn’t do it and your family gets annoyed if they find out but my God if it isn’t more delicious that way.

You would’ve let him take you apart piece by piece uncaring of if he put you back together after. He looked like the kind of man that knew exactly how to do it but it was a moot point now, it was over.

Jesus. You had to draw the line somewhere for your self respect. So that's how you rationalised your anger, you were annoyed at him for messing up a good thing you had going, the sex would’ve been filthy it would’ve renewed your faith in the universe. It was one hundred percent annoyance at him, you were not jealous.

Okay maybe 90% annoyance, 10% jealousy. It had been the woman from last night, all leggy and gorgeous. That bitch.

No, No, No. Y/N.

Being angry at her was easy but she wasn’t the one humping you on a couch. Javier was the bitch here. Your inner monologue was cut short by two male voices, coming up the stairs.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” You whisper and leap out of your seat, you run for the door on your left as it looks like the bathroom in Javier’s apartment. The two men are close now, maybe at the top of the stairs? You open the door to reveal a fucking closet. You close your eyes and wince in desperation as you hear their voices outside the door.

There’s not enough time to dwell on your declining mental stability as you throw yourself into the cupboard and close the door behind you. You back up and nearly knock something off of the shelf, you turn and catch it in time. You can’t see what the bottle holds as you’re stuck in pitch black but your nervous hands have an iron grip on the plastic. The front door is pushed open, only you can’t see anything except from the strip of light that goes around the perimeter of the door.

“... I swear, you best hope…” Comes Steve’s laughing voice, he sounds strained. “Thanks for the help man, I’ve said that so many times recently it's gonna lose its meaning, but really. Me, you and Y/N -where ever the hell she's got to -we’ll get dinner as a real thanks for all your help.”

“Hey’ like I said. It’s no trouble, I’m just sorry I forgot she was there man!” He sounded meeker than you remembered.

“She’s a big girl as she likes to keep reminding me. I’m sure she’s fine with it. Beer?”

“Nah, I’m good, I got Valeria downstairs. Tell Y/N I said goodnight, ok?”

“Tell her yourself, Y/N!” You close your eyes and smack your head.

‘He was fucking leaving you idiot’ you seethe within your mind.

You hear Steve walk past to the hallway that leads to either of the two doors you could’ve made a run for and actually had an explanation for being behind. But no, here you were hiding in a fucking closet with a quickly waning amount of time before you got caught.

“Where the hell’s she gone?!” Steve all but shouted as he threw a door open. “She’s not here, I was only gone five minutes, they couldn’t have-”

The spiral was coming. This was Colombia after all, his mind had gone to the worst possible scenario, so cringing all while you pushed open the door of your hiding spot to meet the cocked guns of the two DEA agents. One with frantic eyes, the others laden with concern.

Javier looked sinfully disheveled, he’d clearly dressed in a hurry. (Join the club asshole.) Steve looked disbelievingly at you, shaking his head and holstering his gun in the back of his jeans.

“... Uh, I was looking for, um…” You look down at the product in your hands “... Fabric Softener?” Your voice lifts at the end of the sentence, your lie sounds awful even to your ears, but it's your story and you plan on sticking to it.

Both of the men look at you expecting you to elaborate, but you stare right back, more so at Steve than Javier. His face currently causes a nagging sensation in your jaw, making your lips want to purse in disapproval.

“Thanks for your help Javier.” You say cheerily, placing the bottle back on the shelf.

He stares at you, like you're a cornered animal and he doesn’t quite know if he should duck for cover. His eyes follow you hesitantly as he too holsters his weapon. “Sorry, if you saw-”

“It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You smile at him, your voice is no longer false as you force a dishonest genuinity to it. “Small price to pay for a comfy bed. You shouldn’t keep her waiting though.”

“Yeah..” His eyebrows meet in the dip in the centre, like he's trying to figure out a tricky maths equation and keeps getting the answer wrong. He nods one last time and gives your brother a clap on the shoulder before vacating the apartment.

“Well,” Your brother starts “That was fuckin’ awkward. Nice hiding spot, Moron.” You burst out laughing at his understatement of the year.

“I mean, I saw him banging that lady, I couldn’t make eye contact after that.” You play it off, but you feel like there’s something to your voice you can’t quite disguise, but if Steve notices he doesn’t stop smiling, so you’re happy.

You take the beer out of his hand and point to the cards on the table “Ready for me to whip ya’ like a dog?”

The awkwardness is quickly forgotten. Well, Steve forgets it at least. You don’t. A couple of hours later as you're lying on Steve's couch, trying to force yourself to sleep so you’re not quite so jet lagged tomorrow, you find yourself thinking about it. Analysing Javier’s actions.

After an hour of lying in the dark in contemplation, you can confirm you have no fucking clue why a person would do what he did. The only air tight hypothesis you have as you finally drift off is that he just wanted all the pussy, got greedy and got caught. Your eyes close as you finally lose consciousness with your heart in your gut.

You wake at 5am. The sun is just rising as you roll over, straight onto the wooden floor.

“Fuuck.” You groan, pushing yourself up into a sitting position.

You felt like absolute shit. If you’d thought 10 hours of sleep had knocked you into tuesday, a further forced three hour nap had done you no favours. Rubbing your eyes you shrugged out your shoulders trying your hardest to work out the kink you deserved for sleeping on a sofa. It was barely dusk but a soft golden light was warming up the room.

You sat up and reached to your backpack, pulling out the book you’d purchased at the airport in a hurry; ‘Spanish for Kids.’ There had been a distinct lack of Spanish for beginners and whilst you had faith in yourself, intermediate espanol had scared you off.

So learning to speak like a toddler seemed the better of the two decisions. You didn’t want to be presumptuous about how long you were going to last in Colombia, but you had no plans on going home any time soon. Steve looked like shit, you’d quit your job at the grocery store and Connie was taking care of the rent on your apartment. You were as free as a bird, figuratively speaking, you had no doubt your brother would forbid you to leave the apartment, as if that was in his power.

You sat patiently reading and repeating the words for about two hours, religiously scanning the thin book as if it was the word of God from cover to cover three times. You now had the ability to give people strange facts about yourself, yep, rather underwhelming for two hours work, nevertheless, it was progress.

First job is to find another translation book, Stevie would probably be able to get his hands on one. You looked to the clock on the wall, 7:32am. You could hear Steve snoring away in bed as you stood, pulling on your clothes from last night. You surveyed the fridge and found it lacking even the basics.

With a daring plan, you grabbed Steves keys and wallet from his leather jacket on the hook near the front door. You scribbled a note on the pad near the phone and left it on the dining room table, just so he didn’t think the Sicarios had decided to hang his sister this time.

You took the cash and dropped the rest of his wallet, folding the wad of money and putting it in your front pocket. Grabbing your shades from the table, you all but skipped out of the apartment taking the steps in quick little hops. As you took the last step into the lobby, you ran into the exact last person you wanted to see slipping back into the building.

“Y/N…”

“Hey Javier.” You replied with what you hoped was passable as a smile. There was silence and you could see the usually slick man, scrambling to come up with a topic. For the first time in your life, you let another human flounder and enjoyed it. You had nothing to say to him, zip, nada. Not your problem.

“No Steve?”

“Nah, He’s sleepin’ thought I’d get some groceries.”

“Alone?”

“I made it here in one piece, didn’t I?”

The man's eyebrows furrowed. “Gimme’ a sec’. I’ll come along.”

“Seriously Javi, I appreciate you being such a good friend to Steve. But I’m fine. Honestly. Steve said last night that the shop’s two blocks to the left.”

“Nah, I need some eggs.” You were bemused by his response. But fine, if he wanted to continue this exercise in torture he could feel free to. You shrugged and gestured towards his apartment. He turned on his heel and raced back in, for what, you couldn’t guess. He returned not two minutes later, yellowed sunglasses sitting lazily on his nose and a hand in his back pocket.

“After you,” He all but whispered in your ear as he came up behind you holding the building door open, giving a wonderful performance of a gentleman. You strolled out surprised the sun was this strong even first thing in the morning. You could feel it beginning to power up for the day as it bathed your skin in a soothing warmth.

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes as you took in Colombia. It wasn’t quite what you expected, maybe not as impoverished. You didn’t have much time to dwell on that analysis, before Javi pulled you from your surroundings.

“Look, about last night…” He trailed off as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“Don’t worry. Honestly.”

“I-”

“No. Honestly, we fooled around. It was a bad idea to start with, maybe it’s good, y’know, that things turned out this way.”

“I-”

“No.”

“But-”

“No. Look. My brother’s a shit show. Absolute train wreck happening in slow motion. I came here for him, I’ve got way too much on my plate right now to worry about where you're sticking your dick. So we’re gonna start over, no awkwardness, no nothing. Hi, I’m Y/N Murphy.” You offered him your hand in surrender, now he may have just witnessed a break in your mental health but he had a half smile on his face as if he had found your soul spilling endearing, instead of deranged. He wrapped his bronzed hand around your significantly smaller one.

“Javier. Javier Peña. Nice to meet you again, guapa.”

“Fucksake, Javi. You don’t make it easy.” He let out another body shaking hearty chuckle at your words.

“I’m Javier, remember? I’ve never felt your wet pussy through my jeans.” Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. He’d taken your white flag and set it on fire and was currently using it to set your lower body alight. “Start over? Like I can get you my outta my fuckin’ head. I didn’t come with you today because I’m Steve’s good friend. I came to get fuckin’ eggs I don’t fuckin’ need because I want to know how you taste.” He’d backed you up against the gate that surrounded what looked like a church, your hand grabbed at the black bar as he advanced on you, the two of you were close but not touching.

“You’ve tasted me.”

“Not those lips, amada.” You couldn’t help but gulp at his words. How were you here, you’d been so angry at him last night. Last night, when he’d woken you up fucking another woman. Ice water shot down your spine as you pushed at his chest.

“No.” You hissed, your hands pushing him again. “You’re giving me fuckin’ whip-lash! One minute you’re getitng me excited thinking I’ma’ bout’ to get the best fuck of my life, the next your screwin’ someone whilst I’m asleep in your fuckin’ bed! Are you insane? They need to either up or lower your dosage, because I don’t know what would make you think that this is okay!”

He huffed, backing off of you but not quite aquiasing to your shoves. “An informant, she was a fuckin’ informant.”

“Oh Javier! Why didn’t you say!” You gasp, before you roll your eyes. “This makes absolutely everything okay.”

Sarcasm dripped from your voice as he seemed to reel from your words, the fucker actually thought he had gotten out of it.

“It’s my job. Finding Escobar, that’s it. That’s all that matters, that’s the end game.”

“Fine. Do your job, just leave me out of it.” He huffed at your words rubbing in between his eyes.

“I have never met anyone as goddamn infuriating as you, Murphy.”

“Fuckin’ likewise, Peña!” The two of you seemed to be in a stare off, neither of you willing to submit. You knew who was in the wrong and from the way he huffed before rubbing the back of his neck, he did too.

“Hello, nice to meet you, I’m Javier Peña. What’s your name?”

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Watch Over Me: Chapter One

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: M

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: none for this chapter: innuendo, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Steve Rogers learns about the future from a woman stuck in the past.

A.N This is my jazz club reader fic I’ve been talking about writing. This fic isn’t gonna be long but I like it so I hope yall do too. I’m not using my perm taglist because it’s different than my normal content. reply, message, or inbox to be tagged. Devil Has Lilith will be updated Saturday.

Slang used in this chapter:

Dish: An attractive Woman

Butter and egg man: The money man, the man who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs.

Dip the bill: Have a drink.

Corn: Bourbon

Cake-eater: A ladies’ man

Jalopy: An old car.

Drop a dime: Make a phone call

Chapter 1: There's a somebody I'm longin' to see

“I can’t watch this anymore!” Tony said storming into the compound’s kitchen one night. Steve looked up from his sketchbook in confusion. “I can’t watch you sit in here another friday night. It’s tragic!”

“Ugh, not this again, Tony.” Steve says, sighing. Nat and Bucky begin snickering next to him, knowing where the conversation was going.

“Yes, this again. Cap, I excused it for the first couple of years because you were adjusting to the times but it’s been years! If you’re not on a mission, you don’t go out! Sometimes, when Pep is having trouble sleeping I describe your social life to her, puts her right slee--”

“Alright, I get it!” Steve cuts him off, slapping Bucky, who was in full hysterics at this point, in the arm. “I know my personal life is--”

“Non-existent?” Nat provides.

“Dead?” Tony adds, laughing.

“But it’s my personal life. I’m over 100 years old. If I looked it, you guys wouldn’t be questioning my staying home.”

“Exactly, if you looked it, I wouldn’t. But you are not that old yet.” Tony says. “Come on, let’s just all go out once. If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you go out again. I’ll even get you a coloring book or a model ship, or whatever old people do.”

“Fine.” Steve sighed, as the man next to him cheered. “But nothing like those places you typically go to. They’re too noisy and sweaty and--”

“Yea I got it, old-timer. We’re not going anywhere like that.” Tony provides. “My friend recently opened a restaurant where their back room is a speakeasy, very accurately themed, you need a password and everything to get in. You’ll fit right in.”

“Prohibition ended in the 30s.” Bucky says. “Long before Stevie could even drink.”

“Even still, work with me a little here.” Tony says.

“Fine.” Steve sighs.

“Awesome. Now, you’ve got to come in costume to these things so I’ve already taken the liberty of telling my tailor to make you guys something.”

“What if I had said no?” Steve asks.

“Oh, Cap. You should know by now I don’t take no as an answer.”

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Steve shifted uncomfortably in his uniform. It was almost exactly like the one he would wear out during down times in the war though he knew it wasn’t the real one as that one was in the Smithsonian. Still, Tony’s tailor did a good job with seemingly all the costumes. Tony looked almost identical to how Steve remembered Howard back in the day. Bucky was in a uniform that looked similar to his back in the day, Glove covering his metal hand. Natatsha was in a sleek red gown, white gloves and pearls that was more modest than he’d seen her wear but still made her look drop dead gorgeous.

Tony led them down a dark alley to what seemed to be a back door. Steve looked around confused as they entered the smokey hallway. At the end of the hallway there were two large doors and a lady with pinned up hair and a black shimmery dress, smoking with her feet propped up on the desk she was sitting at.

“Evening gentlemen.” She croons in an english accent. “And lady. Are you lost?”

“We have a meeting with Dr. Volstead.” Tony says, confidently.

The woman tilts her head back giving all of you a once over. “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” She asks.

“Yes, it is. But I prefer the rain.” Tony says.

With that the woman stands and walks over to the large doors and knocks rhythmically 3 times. The doors open to reveal a large dance hall where couples are in full swing, laughing and drinking. A trio of girls crooned a faced paced song as a jazz band was playing behind them. For a moment, Steve did actually forget he was in the 21st century.

“Enjoy Paradise, my friends.” The woman smiles, before shutting the doors to the outside world.

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You were in the kitchen, taking a much needed headache break from the facade you had been putting up for your tables all night long when your Co-worker, Dalia, came up to you.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to trade tables with me.”

You looked at her with a suspicious look. “Why?”

“Come on, It’s a 4-top anyway. I’ll even trade you the party table for it.” That made you even more suspicious. “50 bucks for it, come on.”

“Don’t trade, Y/N/N!” Your co-worker and friend/roommate, Jade added. “Tony Stark is in your section. I bet she only wants to give you 50 for it because she knows she’ll make 500.”

“Come on, that’s not even why.” Dalia groans. “Black Widow is also at your table and you know she’s on my ‘Celebrities I have to fuck before I die’ list.”

“God, are the rest of the avengers here?” You ask.

“Not all but you know who is here?” Jade asks. “Steve Rogers.” She says, in a mocking singsong tone, jabbing you. Your crush on Captain America wasn’t really a secret anymore after you confessed it drunk one night. “And he looks almost edible.”

You hum, you didn’t really feel like taking another table but this wasn’t a normal table. You doubt you had a chance but you weren’t passing up on serving Steve Rogers.

“I’ll make you a deal. I still want that 50 bucks and we share the table, I’ll consider splitting the tip.” You say, the idea of making your rent in a night did appease you.

“Deal.”

“Now ladies, I have a song to do.” You say, leaving the girls behind in the kitchen.

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Steve, for the first time in a while it seemed, was having fun. Tony was right, he did feel like he fit right in here. He clapped with the crowd, as the three girls bowed and left the stage. The piano man stood up and took the microphone Steve could tell was only styled to look old but actually wasn’t that old.

“One more time for the Duclaw sisters folks.” The smooth voiced man said into the microphone, inciting another round of applause from the crowd. “Our next performer is actually the last of the night.” That incited a few ‘awws’ of disappointment. “Don’t cry just yet because Old Gary never disappoints, our next performer is my personal favorite. Sings like a Canary and the Cat who caught it.” That induces a laugh from the crowd and a small chuckle from Steve. “And maybe if you’re good she’ll come on for an encore later. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Sultry Sounds of Y/N L/N.” He says, moving from the mic back to the piano as the crowd cheers. Steve watches the stage as arguably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen seems to glide out from the backstage. She’s wearing a floor length silver gown that seemed to glimmer with every step she took. Her hair came down in long fingerwaves, pinned back so you could see the sculpt of her face. Steve would be lying if he said that wasn’t his favorite part of her facade. She had on simple eyeliner, foundation, and a bold red lip he could probably see from mars. You were beautiful, in a timeless sort of way.

“My, my.” She crooned in an sultry old new york accent that reminded Steve of the women he grew up around. “What would your wife say if she knew I was your favorite, Old Gary?”

“She’d agree!” The man called from the piano, inducing the chuckle from the crowd. And a deep sultry one from you.

“Well as they say, two’s just fine but three’s a party.” She winked at the old man in a way that would make Steve weak if he wasn’t already sitting.

“You ok there, Cap?” Tony said, snapping Steve out of the mystery woman’s trance. “You disappeared for a second.”

“I’m fine.” Steve said, fighting the flush that threatened to spread over his face. He looks out the side of his eye to Bucky, who was smirking at him knowingly. Of course, he knew.

“You know, you saying something about being good got me thinking, Old Gary.” She said, as the man softly played behind her. “A good man is hard to find. Great men are great, bad men are good sometimes too.” She winked to the crowd. “But every girl wants a good man, someone to watch over her.” Old Gary seems to take the cue to start playing her song.

“There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, ‘seek and ye shall find’” She began singing and it made Steve sit up in his seat. She had the kind of voice that was almost beckoning. She was becoming his own personal siren. “So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind”

“She’s a looker, huh?” The server, who introduced herself as Dalia, said as she sat down Bucky’s drink. “Y/N’s the main dish of this place.”

“I think I’m more interested in you, doll.” Bucky flirted, shamelessly.

“And I think I’m more interested in dames, Soldier.” She says, winking to Natasha who smiles coyly at her. Steve hardly pays them any mind as his focus was on you as you finished your song and thanked the crowd and waved while Old Gary helped her off stage.

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You were changing from your stage outfit into your floor outfit when Dalia burst into the locker room.

“Y/N/N, I actually think I might have a chance with Widow. I mean, she’s kinda been ignoring me the whole night but when I mentioned I was into girls she smiled!” Dalia ranted, excitedly as you nodded. You turned your back to her so she’d get the clue to zip you up which she does. “Also, you should’ve seen the way Steve Rogers was watching you sing. He totally wants to hit that.” That makes you perk up a bit.

“I doubt it. I have it under good authority that he hasn’t hit anything in over 70 years. I doubt I’m what he’s been waiting for.” You laugh. “Still, it’s fun to think about.”

Dalia tugs you out of the locker room. “Come on, let's get back out there.”

You sighed before stepping out of the locker room and seemingly out of this century.

You fake laughed with a guest at the bar as you grabbed your tray of drinks and made your way over to the table that had been making you nervous all night. You placed the four whiskey rocks drinks on the tables.

“Courtesy of Dean.” You say, placing the drinks down. Stopping at Tony Stark. “Don’t know why? You seem to be the butter and egg man out tonight.

“Butter and egg?” He asks, looking to Steve and Bucky.

“Means money man, High roller.” Bucky explains, Steve nods.

“Ah, well I am that.” Tony says, laughing. “I must say Miss, what was it? Y/N?” You nod confirming. “I have to say you are quite the performer.”

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Stark. Go ahead, dip your bill.” You say pointing to the drink, Hoping they’d get the hint. They did of course, after seeing Steve and Bucky take a sip. You watch Steve grimace slightly at the taste of the liquor.

“Everything alright, fella?”

You watch Steve flush at the attention being tossed his way. You can’t help the confident smirk that graced your face knowing it was you that had Steve Rogers flustered. “I’m fine, I just don’t enjoy the taste.”

You hum. “Yea, it’s the big cheese’s favorite drink and he’s known for liking it rough.” You wink, somehow making Steve flush more. That made you want to push it more. “I’ve got some corn in the back they call the Y/N because it feels really good when it’s going down.” That makes Steve choke a little and induces a hearty laugh from the group. “Can I get you a glass, Soldier?”

“Y-Yea, I’d like that.” Steve flushes. It was almost fun at this point.

“I’d love to try the real thing.” Bucky says, flirting right back with a smirk you knew has to make every girl in the 40s weak in the knees. You didn’t indulge him though.

“Well, aren’t you a regular cake-eater.” You smirk. “I’ll be back with two glasses.”

“I see the serum didn’t enhance your ability to talk to pretty girls.” Bucky laughs as you want away. Steve can’t help but become a little distracted by the sway of your hips.

The rest of the night seemed to go like that. You bringing them drinks and flirting with the captain anyway you could just to see the pretty flush that spread across his face. But soon the time came for the superheroes to take their leave. As you sat the check in front of Tony, you brushed a hand over the Captain’s shoulder admiring the broadness of them.

“You’ll come back and see me, Sugar?” You say, phrasing it like a question despite it not really being one. Steve nods, dumbfounded by you. You smile and wink at him before walking away.

You’re in the kitchen eating the pizza you had ordered earlier when your manager, Dean comes out of his office for the first time that shift.

“Y/N!” You roll your eyes when you hear him scream your name. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m eating dinner. Something I could’ve done on my break if I ever got one.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be eating anything that couldn’t be made in the 30s. People pay for the illusion and if they see you gorging yourself on pizza, it ruins it.”

“No one’s looking in the fucking kitchen, Dean.”

“Uh-huh, and another thing. You know what kind of songs you’re supposed to sing.” You roll your eyes harder. You knew this argument was coming. “That song is from the 50s and you knew it.”

“None of those bullshit hipsters know who Ella fucking Fitzgerald is!” You yell. “Much less what years her fucking songs came out. That song killed and that’s all that fucking matters.”

“Change your set or you’re fired.”

That makes you laugh in his face. “Uh-huh, as if you’re going to find a singer who’ll work as cheap as me.” You say, brushing past him. “See you tomorrow.”

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Steve comes back to the bar the following week. He tells himself that it’s just for a quick drink but he knew the real reason was because he could not stop thinking about you. He also knew you were probably just being friendly because it’s your job to. He just needed you to reject him so he could go on with his life.

He found himself in that hallway again approaching the woman he had seen last week.

“Evening, Sir.” She says. “Are you lost?”

“Umm.. I have a meeting with Mr. Volstead?” Steve questions, not really recalling the password fully.

The woman hums. “Nice night, no?” She says.

“I prefer the rain.”

The woman sighs. “I’m sorry. I typically would let you in because I don’t really care but technically I’m not supposed to let anyone who doesn’t know the password in… even if they are kinda famous.” She says. “The password changes every week. I’m sure if you ask Mr. Stark, he can find it for you.”

“Oh, no worries. Sorry for wasting your time.” Steve sighs, turning back out the building.

He’s approaching where he parked his bike when he hears a string of expletives being screamed followed with a car stuttering before not starting. He looks over to see a woman angrily get out of her car and lift the hood to see it smoking. The woman lets out another stream of expletives before kicking the tire and leaning her head on the roof of the car, defeated. For some reason, he feels compelled to go over and see how he could help. As he got closer he couldn’t believe his luck, it was you. He tapped you lightly on the shoulder and you turned with the beginnings of tears in your eyes.

“Oh, Soldier!” You said, quickly turning around to wipe your eyes and putting the facade you typically used with customers back up. “I almost got offended when you didn’t come back to see me. Imagine a broad’s old luck.” You said, smiling flirtatiously. Steve didn’t buy that smile for a second. He could see in your eyes you were still upset.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Oh, everything’s swell! This old jalopy has seen better days, gonna drop a dime to a friend hopefully--” You cut yourself off, switching into your normal speaking voice. “Listen, I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking like this off the clock. I’ll drive myself insane. Please, don’t tell my boss. I’m already on thin ice for not ‘maintaining the illusion’.”

Steve laughs, a weight suddenly feeling lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly you weren’t this mysterious woman who seemed to have all the right things to say and how to say them. You were human, just like him. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He says.

“Good.” You say, smiling briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve gotta call Triple A for a tow.” You say, pulling your cell phone out. Steve had to admit it looked a little weird to see you with a cellphone in your olden days attire.

“How will you get home?” He asks.

“I’ll probably hoof it.” You shrug. “Or take the subway.”

“At night?!” Steve says, incredulously. “No, I can take you if you’d like.”

You look at him, hopefully. “I don’t want to be a burden.” You say.

“You won’t be one.” He smiles. God, that smile made you feel a little weak.

“Okay.” You smile back.

“Are you hungry by chance?” He asks, as the two of you walk back to his ride. “I was going to eat in the bar but I couldn’t remember the password.” He says, sheepishly.

That makes you laugh out loud. “Those passwords are such bullshit, Dean keeps changing them to keep it ‘exclusive’ but they always end up online anyway.” You say. “Every server has their own password, to keep track of regulars coming in. If you tell them you have a rose delivery for Mae, They’ll take you to my table no questions.”

“Mae?” Steve asks.

“For Mae West.” You explain, That makes Steve laugh again, of course you liked Mae West. “I could eat though. There’s actually a diner right down the road from here.”

“Perfect.” He says, straddling onto his bike. He raises an eyebrow at you when you hesitate. “Something wrong?”

“I’ve never ridden on a bike before is all.”

“As long as you hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He says, smirking when he sees a flush creep over your face as he hands you his helmet. It was about time for you to be flustered by your interactions.

“I have no problems with that.” You say, placing that helmet on your head after you straddle the bike behind him. Your hands are tight around his waist as the two of you ride out of the lot, leaving Paradise behind.

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toomanyrobins · 3 years

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a little birdie told me pt. 7

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, cursing, mentions of forced marriage

Word Count: 2.3k

Notes: thank you to @firefly-graphics for the team cap divider! Makes my life much easier! 💛

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The next morning, Steve heard someone clearing their throat. He opened his eyes to see a familiar face standing at the foot of his bed with his arms crossed. “Peter, what the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell am I doing! What the hell are you doing? Why is my sister in your bed?”

Steve looked down and saw Y/N burrowed under the sheets. He knew she hadn’t been sleeping well and hated to wake her up. “Let’s go talk in the kitchen.” he put on the coffee maker before turning back to his fuming friend, “Birdie stayed over last night after I had to rush home because Jaime was sick. She stayed to help with him and we fell asleep.”

The tension started to leave Peter, “Oh, is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. Look, I get that you’re especially overprotective since Y/N came home but if she had woken up first and saw you, she would’ve been pissed. We are both adults and don’t deserve to be treated like criminals for what we decide to do.”

“You’re talking like something might happen.”

“Do you want to hear it?” Peter nodded, “Yes, I like your sister. She’s amazing and I enjoy every second I spend with her. I don’t care about her past and I hope she doesn’t care about mine. We both have made choices and we live with the consequences.”

“You like my sister...how long?”

“I don’t know. She used to just be your sister, the other half to the problematic duo that was her and Becca. Since she’s been back, something has changed.”

“Is this your savior complex?” Peter scoffed at the scandalized look on Steve’s face, “Don’t look like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Before I grew up, I was as strong as a limp noodle, and you and Bucky were always there to pull someone off of me. I just want to be sure you actually want Y/N because she’s Y/N and not because you think she needs saving."

“This isn't like you picking fights with guys double your size. I’m not doing this to hurt you, Parker. But whatever relationship I choose to have will be between us and I hope you can understand that. Because I won’t be the one to make her choose.”

“I hate you a little bit for this,” he ran a hand through his already unruly hair, “I kind of want to punch you.”

“Well Bucky punched Sam when he proposed to Becca. If I get that far, you can punch me.”

“Fine,” Peter took the cup of coffee Steve gave him. “So, when are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I’m scared she’ll say she’s not interested.”

“Well, I’d do it fast, before someone else notices how great she is.”

The duo decided to switch over to discussing some business, until they heard some noise coming from the baby monitor. Peter knew he should leave Y/N woke and made a quick escape. Steve walked back into his room, opened the curtains, and put a cup of coffee on the bedside table closest to Y/N. He peeled the blankets back and shook her softly. The only response he got was a grumble and her burying her face in the pillow. He decided to grab Jamie and let her slowly start to wake up. The baby at least was happy to see him that morning and kept saying dada over and over again. Steve brought Jamie into his room like he did every morning and put him on the bed next to Y/N. He immediately started to climb on top of her, wanting attention. “Sweetheart, you have to wake up. We have a visitor.”

“What?” The throaty morning voice that she spoke with sent shivers down Steve’s spine. She slowly sat up and kissed Jamie.

He handed her the mug. “A guy could get used to mornings like this: coffee, baby, and a pretty girl.”

Her face grew warm, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to crash so hard.”

“No need to apologize. We were all tired. Drink your coffee and I’ll drop you off on my way to the Ivory.” The trio moved slowly, enjoying the lazy morning. It hit Steve how comfortable and easy this morning was and that he wanted this to happen again. Their eyes connected in the mirror and she smiled at him. He spun around, “Would you be my date to the holiday party?”

“You want me to be your date?” Steve nodded and she bit her lip, “Yeah, I’d really like that, Stevie.”

He groaned, “What have I said about calling me that?”

“Follow through and I’ll stop.” He chuckled at her cheeky response and finished getting ready. They managed to get out the door on time and while she was bent over buckling Jamie in, she felt a sting on her ass. She whirled around, shock painted her face, “Did you just spank me?”

“You told me to follow through. I’m just doing what I’m told.” Steve walked to the driver’s side, leaving Y/N standing beside the car, a smile on her face.

A week later, Y/N walked into Steve’s apartment, garment bag draped over her arm, make up and hair already done. They had agreed that she would come over to help with Jamie and they would finish getting ready together. All of them would be spending the night in rooms at the Ivory since this party was known to get rowdy. She was glad to see that their overnight bags were packed for the night and she put hers down as she called out for him. “I’m in the bedroom!” She found him standing in the center of the room in just his trousers and unbuttoned dress shirt. He had a look of deep concentration, his tongue peaking out between his lips as he struggled with his shirt. Y/N laid her dress on the bed before Steve threw his hands up, “Can you help me with these damned cufflinks?”

She laughed at his struggle, laying her things on his bed and taking his sleeve in her hands. “I can’t believe you still are wearing these things.” They had been a gag gift from her their first Christmas after he became her guard. She had bought him Tweety Bird cufflinks and told him that he would always have a little birdie with him even if she ran away from him. She switched arms, “How did you get anything done before me, Rogers?”

Steve looked down at her, “I’m not quite sure, Birdie.” She stepped closer to him and started doing up the buttons of his shirt like it was a common practice between them. He held his breath, worried that the intimate moment would end if he made any quick movements. When she reached the top, she smoothed his collar down, her fingertips grazing his neck. She put her hands on his chest and smiled up at him, “There. Now I’m sure you’re capable of tucking your own shirt in. Yes?”

He simply nodded, worried at what pitch his voice would come out. Y/N grabbed her dress and walked into the en-suite bathroom to change. Steve took a deep breath, his skin burning where her fingers had brushed. He walked into his closet, trying to decide on which tie to wear. His decision making was interrupted by his name being called again, “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Could you zip me up? I can’t get it.” Steve cursed up his breath, this girl was going to be the death of him. He walked into the bathroom and got the first look at the dress Y/N had been hiding from him. She spun around, letting the skirt swirl, “Worth the wait?”

“You look gorgeous.” Y/N blushed at his compliment and turned around so that he could zip her up. He purposefully took his time, dragging his finger along her back even after he reached the top of the zipper. When he reached the base of her neck, he left a lingering kiss where his hand stopped and walked out without another word. She let forehead come to rest against the cool countertop as she tried to get her hormones under control. The two of them had been playing this cat-and-mouse game for too long and it was leaving the both of them incredibly sexually frustrated.

Y/N had picked Steve’s tie to match her dress, ignoring his smirk when she chose it. He put everything in the car and the trio drove over to the Ivory. Steve’s hand found its way to rest on her thigh as she sang along loudly to the Christmas music on the radio. They handed the keys to the valet and made their way up to their adjoining rooms. Steve and Y/N quickly dressed Jamie up in his little suit that was too almost too cute to handle. She pulled on her heels and straightened his tie before they made their way down to the ballroom and marveled at the expert work that had been done. Tony and Pepper had decided on a White Christmas theme and the decorations were done to recreate the final scene of the movie. Giant trees were in every corner of the room and garland was strung across the room. An orchestra in the corner was playing music and everyone was in their finest outfits. They greeted their families and everyone was passing around well-wishes. They were complimented on what a striking pair they made and She tried to hide how flustered she was by Steve’s hand coming around to her waist and pull her closer.

Suddenly, Y/N heard her name being called. She spun around and groaned when she realized it was Alice Jones calling for her. That bitch had made her life hell in high school and the last thing she wanted to do was make small talk with her gang of women. She threw her shoulders back, plastered a fake smile and made her way over. Alice greeted her with a kiss of both cheeks, making Y/N roll her eyes internally. All of the women greeted her like they were old friends.

It did not take long for each woman to be trying to up the other of how great their lives were. Thousands of dollars worth of jewelry was flashed as they bragged about their husbands and fiances. Suddenly all of the women were looking past Y/N and fixing their appearances. She looked over her shoulder, confused, and realized that Steve was coming their way. He nodded quickly at the women before turning to Y/N, “Could you take Jamie for me? I need to discuss some things and his cuteness is a distraction.”

“Of course. Give me my little man,” she made grabby hands and Steve handed the baby over, who was all too happy to be with her. He babbled away as he played with her necklace.

The blonde gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “Thank you for this. I shouldn’t be too long.”

When Y/N turned back to the group, they were all looking at her like she had grown another head. She laughed awkwardly as they bombarded her with questions. She tried to answer them gracefully and without giving away any actual information. No one but she and Steve were entitled to know what they were to each other and if she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t even sure where they stood. They had become incredibly close since she had been back, even more than before and it seemed that they were both waiting for something to push them over the edge and it never seemed to come.

She let her eyes roam over the ballroom. Indy and Peter were off to one side looking like they were discussing something serious as she tried to get him to put down his drink. George and Tony were off to the side speaking with the latter’s old friend, Colonel Rhodes. She watched Steve shake a man’s hand and then walk over to the bar and start talking to Bucky. Alice placed a hand on Y/N’s bare arm, drawing her attention back, “Well we are so glad to see that you’ve finally settled down,” The group of women tittered away, “I mean I remember in high school how all over the place you were. A nightmare! You’ll have to tell us how little old you managed to snag Steve Rogers.”

Y/N smiled at Alice, “Well I suppose I was a bit all over the place. Not all of us can spend so much of our time in one place on our knees. If you ladies will excuse me.” She quickly made her escape and headed towards the bar. Y/N’s attention was drawn away by Steve and Bucky, who quickly traded her a drink for Jamie when he saw the stormy expression on her face. “What a loathsome bitch.” Steve snickered at the disdain in her voice and looked over to see that the group of women was watching them. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, partially shielding her from their gaze. He was sure it looked like he was whispering dirty secrets to her and it wouldn’t take much for him to start. They had been swirling through his head all night. “You’re an amazing woman. Don’t let them get to you.” Her grip slowly relaxed on the champagne flute and Steve nodded as he ran his fingers along her spine, “Good girl.” Y/N tried to hide the fact that the praise from him had any affect on her, but he knew her and noticed the slight shiver that ran down her back.

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boolproppin · 3 years

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UGH, I want to ask all of them for Adam and Helmi (because they are my favorite) but I will behave and only ask... all the even numbers. akjsdaskdjas I'm sorry I just want to know all the things. ;-;

I will answer all of them for you my friend <3

1. Who’s the one who’s reckless and always getting into trouble while the other gotta pull em out

They are both very level headed, however if one of them got themselves into trouble it would more likely be Adam who would follow his ideals and being a standup guy (unintentionally getting himself into a pickle). Helmi would need to talk some sense into him and help him see the grey area.

2. Who’s the one to send the other “I love my gf/bf” memes

This would so be Adam! He’s only recently learned about memes and gets a pretty good kick out of them. He would absolutely EMAIL them to Helms.

3. Who’s the one who listens to a music genre the other doesn’t like and how does the other react

Helmi listens to indie pop which Adam just can’t seem to get into. He usually has a confused look on his face and then “recommends” putting on some Fleetwood Mac.

4. Which one spoils the other more and do they ever get competitive to show the other more love

Adam! They aren’t competitive though, they both have a very sweet way of spoiling each other in different ways.

5. How many years did it take to get married or was it just not for them

This is still up in the air ;)

6. What was their wedding like

IF they got married it would be low key, minimal, and a small group of friends at an outdoor celebration. Their first dance would be to I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos

7. Is their friends/family supportive

Helmi’s family and friends are very supportive of her meeting and starting a relationship with Adam. As far as Adam’s family...ehhhh, but his bestie Rayland is all for him moving forward in his life and being with someone he adores.

8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying

Adam to Helmi: blankets, tea, and cuddles Helmi to Adam: words of affirmation and hugs

9. Which one dissociates

Neither

10. Which one stares at the other’s booty like “damn” and how does the other react when catching them

Adam fo’ sho. Helmi just shakes her head, “there’s nothing even there to stare at!”

11. When they live together what kinda place do they live in? What does their home look like?

Small home with mid-century modern feel.

12. What do their dates look like

Randomness! Adam and Helmi have so much to show each other with the age gap. A night out to the movies ends up being an adventure of watching buskers, stopping at random bazaars, checking out random shops.

13. How does each act when getting drunk

Helmi- flirty and DTF Adam- Sadsies, but easily coaxed into a better mood ;)

14. Which one rolls over in the morning to wake up the other one just to give kiss them

Adam for sure, he’s an old man so he gets up early.

15. Have they saved each other’s lives before

I think they both did in a sense, they aren’t just existing anymore.

16. Does one have an interest the other think is weird but wants to listen to it regardless

Yes! Adam is insanely obsessed with Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks (probably why he just thinks Helms is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen). Helmi just loves how he lights up and gets excited when talking about them/her.

17. Which one uses cropped hentai as reaction images

NEITHER LMAO

18. Does one of them kinkshame the other

I think Helmi would vanilla shame Adam, “you know they’ve invented more positions since missionary?”

19. Is one of them self conscious about their body? If so how does the other comfort them

They are both pretty content, however I could see Adam getting self conscious if he met some of the models Helmi is around.

20. Say they were cuddling on the bed while listening to record player playing the background. Which song is playing?

My Girl by The Temptations

21. What is their song? Like the song that gives them overwhelming feelings?

Bring It On Home To Me by Sam Cooke

22. What song do they listen to while going on a joyride

Renee by SALES

Adam likes the “hey you got it” part.

23. What kinda joyrides do they go on? Relaxing ones or wild ones?

Relaxing. Visit a small town or go to a beach nearby. Stop by some of the shops along the way.

24. Where would they vacation for a honeymoon

Brindleton Bay

25. Do people ever get annoyed of their pda

Not at all, they are the couple that holds each others hands or are close to each other, a peck on the cheek or lips.

26. Would they live in the city or the country

Country but not too far from the city.

27. Which ones the red which ones the blue

Helmi is red, Adam blue

28. Are either of them mentally ill, if so how do they help one another cope

Adam has depression and Helmi has anxiety. They help each other by listening, going to counseling, and checking in with each other.

29. Does one have a spot on them where they would melt when the other kisses them there

Helms melts when he kisses her hand.

30. Do they dance together

Oh yes, many an impromptu dance sesh when the record player is on.

31. Do they sing together

Yes and they both are HORRENDOUS singers.

32. Which one is better at cooking than the other and makes most the dinners

Adam is a better cook so he would definitely make more of the dinners.

34. Are they a reckless couple or safe

Safe!

35. What be they kinks and do they try each other’s kinks

Adam would love to do the deed while Helmi wears his lettermans jacket. As for Helmi she loves the thrill of having sex in public. As far as trying each others? We’ll have to see!

36. What would their valentines gifts be to each other

Adam would get the old school boxed valentines cards (the kind you took to elementary school) and would write something sweet along with a box of chocolates. Helmi...probably in his letterman’s jacket waiting for him to come home.

37. Do they get into fights often? If so what do they fight over and how do they make up?

Not often. They would most likely fight about Adam’s idealistic tendencies or insecurities. Making up would consist of apologies and cinnamon rolls.

38. Which ones top, bottom, verse

Het couple so verse?

39. What kinda sex they be having (gentle rough whatever)

Gentle but also a tiny bit rough at times.

40. Who would fight in honor for the other if someone would insult them

Both! No one messes with theirs!

41. Which one has a favorite movie that they have the other watch with them again and again

Helmi does which is 50 First Dates

42. How would one react if the other was to die

Inconsolable. I don’t think either of them would ever move on.

43. Who dies first

Helmi

44. Do they want kids

Adam can’t have children and his only child Rhiannon was conceived with IVF, but that is no longer an option. Helmi is okay with not having children, she’s never considered having her own.

45. How would they spend their last moments together

Dancing while the record player is on.

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yuulina-vre · 3 years

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Gifting you a new life

Not as planned

Pairing: Steve x Bucky, Reader insert

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 4589 words

Part: nine

Summary: Y/N won't let her own misery be the reason Steve misses his date with Bucky.

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Y/N runs around wildly, head full of stuff that needs to be done, things that need to get sorted, and a million other things. Though it's hectic right now, Y/N has to admit that work has actually made fun the past week. The kids have written all their assignments, now glad to be finished for the year. They drop jokes and the playful banter gives Y/N some sort of content she hasn’t had in a while. That she didn’t get another letter helps, too. Tony had made sure that not a single one caught her sight and she was grateful for it. There’s still some strain left in her. Each morning she’s afraid to find him near or even in front of her school, to see him on her way home or in the grocery store. Some days she even worries that he found her home and would come. Steve had noticed that and does everything he can to get her calm and distract her. Y/N still tries not to show her anxiety too much and spends more energy in getting him to meet up with bucky. They have seen each other just once after the incident last Wednesday. She’s grateful that there’s a week of school left, after Friday she can force him on as many dates as he needs until he finally admits that he’s head over heels for the brunette soldier.

Now she stops for a second, watching Steve how he nervously runs his hand through his hair, looking through the window every few seconds. She can’t exactly figure out why he’s so nervous. He got KISSED from Bucky! And of course, Y/N knows but only because she snacked Steve’s phone while he was showering two days ago and rang Bucky to squeeze every detail of their date out of him that Steve wouldn’t budge to tell. “Steve! Get dressed, he’ll be here in no time!” The blonde man flinches a little, then turns back to her with a pout. He looks down on himself and back up at her. “I don’t understand why this isn’t nice.” He gestures with his hands down on himself. Y/N can only shake her head. He’s going to meet up with the love of his life and can’t even care to look nice. “Steve.” She pinches the bridge of her nose before she looks back up at him. “Your shirt has paint all over it, your jeans scream work clothes, and you smell. Not the good kind I might add. Hurry the fuck up and go shower. I have put some nice clothes on your bed.” She closes the door behind Steve and smiles softly. Somehow, she feels just as excited. Like she would go on a date herself. While gazing at his bed and the clothes she had put out for him, she mumbles about going shopping with him to actually get some new clothes. Then she leaves his room to get the last things sorted for tomorrow. It’s not like she has some plan for the kids. She probably ends up eating breakfast with them and watching movies… like each year. But still, if someone asks, she has done some slight planning.

The doorbell rings and she hears a curse from Steve’s room. “Shit. No fucking- Ow!”

“Steve!” She walks out of her room, shaking her head as she passes Steve’s door. “Relax, Stevie. He’s early. Take your time and make sure you look nice. I’ll distract him and make sure he knows every painful embarrassing thing about you.” She runs down the stairs Still laughing at the strings of course that followed her threat. She slows down to a walk as she reaches the entrance door and opens it to reveal Bucky. And he looks nice, like, really nice. His hair is wrapped into a bun, he wears a red shirt with a black leather jacket and black jeans, his beard is neatly trimmed. He looks happy. And he wears his prosthetic but it doesn’t seem to bother him today. She whistles appreciatively looking him up and down. “Man, you cleaned up nicely Buck. Wow.” The man blushes a little but smiles. “Thank you.” He looks back behind himself before he clears his throat. “I’m a bit early, sorry.”

“Meh.” She waves him off with a smile, gesturing for him to step inside. “Gives me more time to tell you embarrassing things about or blonde gorgeous myth upstairs.” She hears him chuckle behind her as she leads him into the Livingroom. “Take a seat. You want something to drink?”

“Oh, ehh… water is fine. Thank you.” He flashes a smile at her and Y/N nods. “Water coming right up.” She walks to the kitchen, filling a glass with water, and goes back to pass it to Bucky. “Thanks.” He smiles again, takes a sip before setting the glass down. “I saw he hung up the picture.” Y/N turns to the wall of pictures, humming.”

“Yes, he did.” She smiles at the memory. Steve came rushing in the next morning practically jumping on her bed like a little kid, bouncing up and down and showing the picture in her face. She wasn’t ever really awake at the time, hasn’t even opened his eyes. But he didn’t care. He started rambling for hours on end. It had been a long while that she has seen him talking that happy about his father. Y/N turns back to bucky with a warm smile. “You know, he was very glad he had the picture, rambled for hours about him and how wonderful you are for bringing it back to him.” She sighs slightly, looking at the photo and back at Bucky. “It was the last day he saw him. Shortly before his dad had to leave Steve fell ill and was brought to the hospital. He got that sick that he had to get help breathing. He hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye. And though he knows he’s not at fault for what happened, he regrets that since then. Somehow blaming himself. He told me once that he believed, if he hadn’t fallen ill, if he would have said goodbye, giving him the hugs and kisses he always gave him when he was sent overseas, then he would be still alive. It’s what kids do. Blaming themselves. It took me years to get the idea out of his head but I know that he’s still thinking it now and then.” Y/N leans back against the couch. “He doesn’t want to hear that anymore, though. I think that, when you gave him the photo, you gave him… I think it felt like he could say goodbye now.” Bucky stares at her and nods slowly. Y/N suspects that Steve hadn’t told him about that. And she can see that Bucky knows the weight of what she told him. Of what Steve takes as a burden. “So, thank you, bucky. For saving him.” She smiles at him again, this time placing her hand on his arm and squeezing it lightly. All buck does is nod and swallow. They are silent for a moment, listening to the birds outside and the water in the shower to shut off. They can hear Steve’s footsteps as he hastily runs around his room to get dressed. Some loud bangs let Y/N confirm that he got himself hurt more than once. Probably stumbling around with his pants half on and trying to get his massive dumb head through his shirt. “Ah… Y/N, can Steve… I mean… Can he drive a motorcycle?”

“I think so, he had one back in the days.”

“Thank god.” Bucky lets out a sigh of relief, followed by a nervous giggle and Y/N watches him curiously. She leans a little to the side and looks behind him, out of the window. There’s a motorcycle. Not any but a Harley-Davidson. She smiles at Bucky. “I think he gladly drives with you, Bucky.” The man smiles back at her before his face goes slack. Y/N frowns for a second before she turns around. There is Steve, dressed in the clothes Y/N had laid out and hair neatly styled. Y/N winks at Steve and steps away, leaving the two men to greet each other. She steps into the kitchen as her phone rings on the counter. She smiles, still looking at the boys that are hugging now, and takes the call without looking at the screen. “Hello?”

“It’s nice to finally hear your voice again.” Y/N feels how all color drains from her face and her smile vanishes her body runs cold instantly and her hands start to get sweaty. She knows the voice and she hoped she would never hear it again. “How did you get this number?” Her voice is shaky, maybe even a little too loud. Quickly, she looks back at Steve and Bucky, but they seem not to notice her. Stepping out of the kitchen she passes them to walk into the hall, closing the door behind her. “I have my ways. You didn’t forget that, did you?” Rumlow laughs and a shudder runs over Y/N’s back. Pictures and flashes of old times show up in her head. Times she tried so hard to forget. “What do you want?” her voice sound sold and deep, unfamiliar and scary to herself. Rumlow was always good at making her scared of herself. “I want to see you.”

“No!” Her answer comes fast and straight, without any hesitation but still a little shaky. “Aw, Y/N. are you still mad after all this time?”

“Go to hell! Let me be. Don’t call again.” She hangs up and stares at the black screen. She feels shaky all over, takes a few deep breathes, and tries to calm herself down. She hadn’t thought she would hear his voice ever again, and she hadn’t thought it would affect her that much. She was doing so well. She walks back into the living room after feeling calm enough, forcing a smile on her face as Steve turns around. If he notices that her smile isn’t honest then he doesn’t say anything about it. “Are you two ready?”

“Yeah. Y/N, I’m going to ride a motorcycle again.” Y/N can see his excitement. It has been years after all and he loved driving his old motorcycle until it got victim of an accident, luckily without Steve on it. “I know.” Her smile widens just as her phone rings again. She briefly looks down but turns the call down. She has just enough time to look up as it rings again. She doesn’t take it. Steve frowns a little. Y/N gets rarely any call. The ones she gets are usually from him, Tony, Pepper, or her friend Sharon. Though, it’s not unusual at all that she turns down calls. Sometimes he has to call her four times until she will pick up. Y/N always claims that she does it so he doesn’t get used to her jumping every time he says to hop. The truth is she hates talking on the phone.

“What are you two going to do?” She tries to change the focus away from her phone, which starts ringing again.

“I thought about the aquarium, dinner, and then maybe a movie?” Bucky looks at Steve with an unsure expression but the blonde smiles and nods. “Sounds great.”

“Do you have your briefcase, Stevie?”

“Ah, damn it. I’ll be right back.” Steve turns and quickly runs up the stairs. Y/N laughs and looks at Bucky. “He was really nervous all day.”

“I can relate to that, me too.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “You two do really fit.” Her phone rings again. She closes her eyes and lets out a defeated sigh as Steve comes back down. “Excuse me for a sec.” She really doesn’t want to take the call. She doesn’t want to talk to him now or never again. She wants him gone. To leave her finally alone after all these years. But she knows he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. “What do you want!” She whispers aggressively, sounding braver than she feels. “Oh Y/N, look at you. You sound so brave, wholly different than back then.”

“I dare you. Leave me alone.”

“Y/N, come on. I know you miss me. Listen-”

“No! You listen. I told you I don’t want to hear from you! Leave me alone, asshole!” She shouts and disconnects the call. A rush of anger overcomes her and before she really can compensate what she’s doing she throws her phone on the ground with full force. After staring at it for a second, she instantly regrets it. The screen is wrecked. Little glass shards have flown out of the display and lie on the ground now. She takes some deep breathes and closes her eyes, trying to get her trembling under control. “Y/N?” She hears Bucky’s worried voice, takes a last shaky breath, and turns around to look at Steve and Bucky, who stand in the doorway, both with shocked faces. Her eyes stop at Steve’s and suddenly she bursts into tears. “Shit.” Steve curses and instantly rushes forward to embrace her quickly into a comforting hug, probably guessing what just happened. “H-he…”

“I know. I know.” Steve rubs his hands over her back as she fists hers into his shirt. She feels helpless. What is she going to do? How can she get rid of him? Why can’t he just leave her be? “I-I was d-doing so w-well.”

“I know, it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Steve rocks a little with her, running his hand through her hair. Bucky still stands in the entrance, looking really uncomfortable. He takes one step to get closer but stops again, staying quiet. Y/N calms painfully slowly. She feels tired and exhausted. Feelings having drained her and thought running wild in her head. Steve’s hand waving through her hair helps, though. It takes her a few minutes until she can muster up the energy to lean out of Steve’s embrace. She rubs her eyes and looks at Bucky, his face twisted in something like concern and uneasiness. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hold you guys back.”

“Y/N, don’t apologize because of that asshole.” Steve still rubs her back a little. “I don’t know how he got your number, but I swear, as soon as I find out where he is, I’ll make him pay for making you feel miserable again.” She‘s already shaking her head, mouth open to reply something as Bucky speaks up. “M-Maybe we should reschedule, Steve. I should probably go.”

“N-no. It’s okay Bucky.” She gifts him a watery smile, wiping the last of her tears away. “I’m good now.”

“Don’t leave, Buck. We could watch a movie here, order some takeout.”

“No, Steve. You were both looking forward to today. You should still go out.”

“I’m not leaving you alone right now.” Steve turns to her but Y/N shakes her head. “And I won’t let you stay here and ruin a perfect date with Bucky.” They both glare at each other until Steve sighs unsure. He looks over at Bucky before he reluctantly steps back. “You’re calling me the instant he bugs you again.”

“He won’t. My phone broke.” Y/N looks down at what’s left of her phone. “Still. Y/N, I mean it. The instant something’s off!”

“Yes, Steve. I promise.” She looks him straight into the eyes and for a second, they only stare at each other. She can see in Steve’s eyes that she looks confident and sure in her decision because his shoulders drop and he sighs. He slings an arm around her shoulders, kissing her forehead. “Okay. We’ll be back by ten.”

“Have fun.” She smiles and kisses his cheek, walking both men to the door. They still look unsure of the situation but neither of them argues with her. She waves after them until they vanish behind a corner. Just as she closes the door she slides down to the ground. New tears spill from her eyes. She doesn’t feel confident at all. And she’s scared. Scared for her life.

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“Steve! Steve look!” Bucky pats Steve’s arm excitedly and Steve feels like he’s running around with a child. A child that he really likes. “What?” He smiles at Bucky’s wide grin. “They’re feeding the dolphins! Come on.” Bucky grabs Steve’s hand and Steve feels a blush creep upon him as he’s pulled around the halls, past actual kids and their parents. They walk outside and reach the dolphins all too soon. To Steve’s surprise, Bucky doesn’t let go of his hand. He just keeps holding it while he waves them through the people to find a good spot to watch the feeding. Steve doesn’t look at the big tank with the animals already swimming around. Instead, he looks down at their intervened hands. A warms tingle runs through his whole body, settling in his stomach with a feeling of war content. Just at this moment, in this tiny flick of a few seconds, he feels happy genially happy, like he hasn’t felt in years. All because a man that he likes does like him back. In a bold moment, Steve squeezes Bucky’s hand lightly Grinning dumbly at the brunette as he turns around to look at him, matching grin on his face. Though Steve can’t tell for sure if it's because he's excited for the dolphins or just realized how much he has fallen already. Four more feet in front are two free seats and Bucky nearly sprints to them, flopping down, only to fidget around on it. “You love dolphins, huh?”

“No, but their sounds are funny.” Bucky still beams and Steve laughs. “Right.”

“they are! Did you ever just listen to the sound without looking at them?”

“No, I think I never did.”

“You should. My nephew and I have laughed for hours.” Bucky’s grin only widens. The happiness and amusement are written clearly on his face. Once again Steve is reminded how much the man means to him already. Then a thought crosses his mind. Should he be worried? He has fallen fast and hard. He really likes Bucky and he only knows him for about two weeks! It’s going pretty fast and if… If Bucky doesn’t like him as he does, it would… it would hurt. A lot. “Hey. What’s with this face?” The brunette's face pops up in Steve’s view, concern written all over his features. The man squeezes his hand lightly, placing his prosthetic on his thigh. “Steve? Everything alright? We don’t need to watch the feeding if you don’t like it. We could just go-”

“No! No, I’m good just… just was thinking…” He tries a sincere smile and hopes that it doesn’t come off as creepy. Bucky seems to consider it before he slowly nods. “okay. Then… stop thinking. If it makes you look like that. I don’t like that look on your face.”

“Alright.” His hand gets squeezed again.

They watch as a woman steps out to the big tank and talks through a microphone, explaining some things about the animals, stating facts, and starting a small show. Bucky shuffles happily in his seat, jumping in excitement and laughing at any sound. He oohhhh’s and ahhhh’s like the kids do and Steve feels himself painfully reminded how childlike the man is.

After the feeding Steve lets Bucky pull him through the whole building, still acting more as a child than an adult but Steve likes it. He thinks Bucky is cute like this and he never met a man that can be this excited about some fishes AND show it. He hasn’t forgotten about Y/N, though. Now and then his thoughts run back to her and worry creeps up in his mind. He gets fidgety but a look of curiosity from Bucky in his direction helps him to concentrate back on him. He doesn’t want to ruin anything.

They’re through the aquarium all too soon, having seen everything there is, and eaten a small lunch. Bucky drives them then to a nearby restaurant. They get a table in a quiet corner, able to oversee the whole room. Steve pulls out his phone and places it on the table after checking the display. There are still no calls or texts from Y/N and somehow, the lack of any of it makes him more nervous than before. The blonde knows that Bucky notices him staring at his phone. He rubs a hand over his face, feeling like he’s already ruining their day with his worry so he sighs. “I’m just calling her real quick.” He looks apologetic at Bucky and takes the phone to dial the number. It rings and rings and rings. He can see Bucky frowning and feels like copying it. The mailbox turns on and Steve hangs up, immediately calling once more. It rings again until the mailbox answers. “Hey Y/N. It’s me. I just want to check up on you. Are you there? Could you pick up?” He waits for a little until the mailbox shuts down. He frowns at his phone and looks at Bucky. “Something’s not right.”

“Why?” Bucky looks a little worried too, seemingly half up and out of his chair. “She’s not picking up. She always picks up the house phone.”

“Maybe she went out, too? With some friends?”

“Maybe but… No. She wanted to grade the exams the kids wrote. She won’t go out.”

“She could have changed her mind.” Bucky settles back down, shrugs again and places his hand on Steve’s. “She’ll be okay.” Steve sighs again, still frowning at Bucky but then he nods and slips his phone into his jacket, leaving the volume on high to make sure he really hears it when it goes off.

They still decide to quit the movie. Steve’s worry increases after Y/N doesn’t pick up the third time, he called either and Bucky seems to get a little worried, too. So, he drives them home and walks in behind Steve. “Y/N?”

“Stevie!” Y/N shouts and comes running up to him. She almost stumbles but catches herself on Steve’s shoulder with some sort of strange giggling. “Were you drinking?” Steve raises his eyebrows confused and shoves Y/N into the living room. Bucky is already ahead of them. “Jus’ a teeny-tiny bit.” She tries to show it with her fingers but they’re touching and Steve knows that he had more to drink than nothing. Her giggling is just one indication. “A teeny-tiny bit, huh.” Bucky laughs and points at the empty campaign bottle on the coffee table. “Oh dear…” Steve cringes a little and looks Y/N up and down who clings to him like an octopus, still smiling and seemingly happy. “Come on doll. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Nooo…” Y/N whines and bobs a little up and down. Another child. How does he manage to find people like that? Steve sighs and directs a stern disappointed-dad look at her. “You’re going to bed, young lady.” She pouts at him but stretches her arms out. “Carry me.” Bucky snorts at that but Steve picks her up like a child, she wraps her legs around him and cuddles into his shoulder until his eyes meet Bucky. “Ohh…. Pshhh, Bucky. Come, come.” She waves him over with a big smile and Bucky curiously does close the distance. Steve eyes her closely, at least what he can see of her. “What is it?” Bucky whispers just as loud as Y/N does. “Stevie’s in love with you.” She giggles a little more but presses her pointy finger on her lips. “Pshh, you can’t tell him I told you.” She giggles some more and Bucky smiles at her. “I promise.” His eyes meet Steve’s who feels his face burning with embarrassment. “I’ll be right back.”

“No Stevie! I want to talk to Bucky.”

“NO, you’re going to bed.” He starts climbing the stairs, happy that she stopped fidgeting in his arms. “Hmm… You’re so cuddly and warm. Like a bear.” She starts giggling again, leaning backward to look at him. Though she’s so fast that she almost doesn’t catch herself and send them both to topple over. Almost. “Careful!”

“You’re a bear! My Stevie bear!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve lets a small smile slip, seemingly enough for Y/N to giggles into a sigh, and slings her arms back around his neck, cuddling close. “I love you.” It’s whispered and silent but full of her emotions. Steve squeezes her a little tighter, placing a kiss on her temple. “I love you, too.” He walks into her room, settling her on the bed, shuffling a bit until he manages to get her under her covers. He presses the last kiss to her forehead. “Good night, Y/N.”

“No, Stevie. Stay.”

“Y/N, Buck is waiting.” He looks at her and back to the door, unsure of what to do. His fatal mistake is made as he gazes back at her, seeing her lower lip wobbling and her eyes starting to water. “O-Okay. Okay, but just a few minutes.” He watches her nod numbly, scooting over and rubbing her eyes. The moment he lies down beside her she drapes herself around him, clinging to him like a small koala. Steve embraces her, kisses her a few times on the head, and running his hands over her back and arm. “Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“You won’t let him get me, right?” Her voice is shaky again, inducing Steve to stretch his neck to get a better look at her. He brings one hand up to cup her cheek. “Y/N. I will do my very best. He won’t get near you. I promise.” She stares at his eyes for a moment before she nods and settles down again, finally closing her eyes.

It takes nearly twenty minutes to get her to sleep. By the time he manages to detangle himself from her, he’s afraid that Bucky had left. So, he’s surprised to find him sitting on the couch, still waiting. “You’re still here!” Bucky jumps a little in his seat and turns around. “Of course, I’m here. Where should I have gone to?”

“’Dunno.” Steve feels a blush creep on his face and starts rubbing his neck in embarrassment. Bucky snorts but pets the free place beside him. “That was something, huh?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Steve blushes, again, before he walks over to the brunette and flops down beside him. The other man smiles at him and crosses his arms. “So, you love me?” Steve’s blush deepens and he starts sputtering for words. “I- She- I mean I… Yeah.” He settles with a sigh, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, I like you. Like, really, really like you.” Bucky’s smile widens, turning into a bright grin, and he scoots closer to Steve. “That’s good because I like you, too.” He grabs Steve’s arms and leans in, Steve meeting him half the way. They kiss softly but lovingly. Steve slings his arms around Bucky’s waist with a hum. His brain shuts off, only having the decency to get swallowed up by the feel of Bucky’s soft lips once again on his. A small mona slips out of him as he feels Bucky’s tongue slide against his lips. Bucky breaks the kiss and leans a little away to look at Steve. “Should I leave?”

“No.” Steve’s voice is soft and fond, whispered. “Stay. We can watch a movie here. Get some more food.” Bucky’s smile widens and he kisses Steve briefly again. “Sounds good.”

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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May Flowers (Part One)(Broken Wings Verse)

Welcome back to the Broken Wings Verse! This peek back into the family shenanigans takes place six months after the Thanksgiving chapter and features some changes for our faves, a celebration for Tony’s birthday and of course, loads of obligatory fluffiness and loving support.

This is a Happy Birthday Commission for @korrababy today, and part two is MY gift to korrababy and will post on 5/29, Tony’s birthday!

PART TWO

ORIGINAL SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

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The sun was barely on the horizon when the blankets at the side of the massive four poster bed were tugged a few different times and a high pitched little voice started babbling nonsense from somewhere near the floor. Atop the mattress a pile of black and silver wings shifted and parted to reveal two very tired Omegas who were no where near ready to face the day despite the insistence of one very awake baby.

“Lo.” Even half asleep Bucky moved his wings carefully as he rolled away from Loki’s arms, the metal tips clicking and rustling as he folded them back. “Lo, wake up. Your daughter wants something.”

“Oh, she’s my daughter, is she?” Grumbling immediately at the loss of warmth, Loki burrowed further into the blankets and swept their wings up over their face in a direct protest towards waking. “So when the entire world is cooing about how lovely and smart Maria is she is you and Anthony’s daughter, but when she wants juice at some god awful hour, she’s mine? How exactly does that work?”

“Dunno know it works but that’s how it ‘s gonna be.” Bucky grunted. “You wanted me and Maria here at night, you get her juice in the morning.”

And then after a pause, “How’d’ya know she wants juice? Maria can’t talk yet, it’s just a bunch of nonsense.”

“Allspeak, love.” Loki finally sighed and sat up to stretch, waving idle fingers and magicking a giggling ten month old up off the floor and onto the middle of the bed. “I can understand every language across the realms and apparently that extends to baby talk.”

“Hullo, beauty.” Bucky cleared enough morning gruffness from his voice to purr at his daughter. “How’s the prettiest girl in the world?”

“Oooooh.” Maria blinked wide blue eyes at her Papa and Loki and flashed them a mostly-gummy smile before breaking into another string of coos and babbles, waving pudgy arms emphatically and tugging at Loki’s feathers.

“No, darling. No juice.” Loki shook their head and waited until Bucky’s left arm curled over the baby protectively before leaving the bed. “Not this early in the morning, the sugar will rot your teeth.”

Maria pouted at the Omega, then turned to her Papa and rambled on for another moment and when it became that Bucky was only a split second from giving Maria whatever she wanted, Loki sighed and swooped her up into their arms, wrapping multi colored wings around the baby and scolding gently, “No no, love. I don’t care if Thor drinks a gallon of juice in the morning. Your Uncle is little more than a toddler himself, you cannot go to him for advice.”

Bucky grinned to himself watching Loki with Maria, and when the other Omega arched an eyebrow in question, he explained, “You’re so good with her, Lo. Thank you.”

“It’s the easiest thing in the world to love her.” they answered authoritatively, and then softer, “And to love you as well, even if you insist on giving Maria all manner of sugary sweets.”

Maria scowled at Loki like she understood the Omega was saying no again, and Loki ducked their head to rub their nose against Maria’s satin soft skin. “You know Bucky, I think she has a scowl to rival yours? So terribly attractive on such a little face.”

“Aw, do you got a mean mug, sugar?” Bucky took Maria back so Loki could use the bathroom, and tossed his daughter up into the air, laughing out loud at her squeals and catching her easily gently in his arms every time. Maria was fascinated by his silver fingers just like she was fascinated by the blue of their Alpha’s arc reactor and Bucky only laughed harder when the ten month old open mouth nommed on his thumb.

“None of that, please.” Loki glamoured out of their pajamas and into regular clothes from the bathroom door. “With Anthony as her family Alpha, Maria is already born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she doesn’t need to cut teeth on silver thumbs as well.”

“You can get her breakfast?” Bucky handed Maria off perhaps a little reluctantly, his desire to get a few more hours of sleep warring with the need to cuddle the baby close. The first months after Maria had been born were so difficult that it was only recently the Omega felt even capable of taking care of her, much less felt like he enjoyed it. “Or-- Or I can do it?”

“Go back to sleep, love.” Loki’s green and black wings spread enough to mingle with Bucky’s dangerous edges, their breath catching a bit as they leaned in to nuzzle at the other Omega’s cheek. Physical affection didn’t come easy to either Omega, but Maria had drawn the them in close and then closer still until Bucky was spending most nights in Loki’s room and feathers and fingers stayed tangled together until morning.

The intimacy was a far cry from Loki jumping every time a member of the family so much as touched their hand, and most days they couldn’t believe how easy it all was now.

Kissing something else though, a step too far perhaps, so Loki contented themselves with a bare brush of lips over Bucky’s cheek and a quiet trill in answer to a sweet purr. “I’ll take the little one for breakfast, you rest a while longer.”

“Thank you.” Bucky flopped back into the pillows and stretched his wings wide now there was no chance of the bladed tips accidentally cutting anyone. “Hey, Lo?”

“Yes?”

Bucky swallowed before continuing, “You think how you feel about Tony will ever change? Cos our Alpha is real easy to love too. You’re missing out, keeping away from him like this.”

“Missing out.” Loki looked down at their arms full of sweet baby and then over at their bed full of a wholly unexpected but wholly welcome Omega partner. “I think our definitions of ‘missing out are very different. And I’m not keeping away from Anthony. I just have all I want with you and Maria and the company of hte others.”

“Don’t know about that.” Bucky’s big shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. “I spent a lot of time missing out on a lotta things when Stevie first brought me home. Most of it I’ve made up for, but I regret every second I spent running from our Alpha instead of letting him love me.”

“I--well--” Loki couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through them at the thought of the family Alpha. Tony was gorgeous and virile, sweet and funny, he supported every member of their rather large rather un-traditional family emotionally and physically not to mention the Alpha single handedly paid for everything and everyone who called their compound home.

Tony had made no secret of his attraction to Loki, the Alpha’s bold wings shimmering and shuddering anytime Loki so much as smiled in his direction and the whiskey warm eyes darkening to red if Loki wore anything particular fitted. But Tony had also made it perfectly clear he expected nothing from Loki-- not the same sort of instant attraction Thor had given, not the submission and wish to bond the other Omegas offered, not the whole hearted, undying loyalty the Beta’s showed.

All Tony had asked was that Loki find their place in the family and settle, all the Alpha had done was assure Loki they were safe and they were home and after six months at the compound, Loki had taken the words to heart and believed it to their soul.

They were safe and this was home and they had a place in the family, with Maria and next to Bucky, laughing at Thor’s antics as he courted the Omega Steven, spending quiet time with the fearsome Natasha and enigmatic Pepper, watching as the Omega Clint and Beta Sam teased and bothered each other. They admired Bruce’s genius from afar, let their magic twine with Wanda and Pietro’s when the twins were home, listened to the Colonel wax poetic and sarcastic around Tony.

They were home and the only thing missing was--

“Lo.” Bucky’s nostrils flared and he smiled when the other Omega’s scent brightened with longing and a thread of arousal. “Maybe take the Ice Omega act down a notch and let our Alpha love you, huh? You know he’d be good to you, he’s good to everyone.”

Loki didn’t answer and Bucky added mischievously, “Besides, you can act frosty all you want but we’ve all seen your wings change colors when Tony gets too close. What are you still pretending for?”

“Ice Omega.” Loki corralled their thoughts and flicked their fingers at Bucky, spraying a line of frost up the metal limb. “If Maria didn’t need breakfast right now, I’d freeze you solid for that Omega.”

“Still gonna deny you don’t want our Alpha?”

“JARVIS, the lights please!” Loki called instead, and Bucky huffed a knowing laugh before rolling back over to get some more sleep.

“Come along sweetheart.” Loki pulled their necklace out of Maria’s mouth and carried the baby from the room and out into the hall. “Breakfast time.”

This early in the morning the compound was sleeping and quiet, so even though Loki was astonishingly light footed they still glamoured their footsteps to make sure they didn’t wake anyone else up.

Clint was only a day out of his heat so the Omega was most likely still sequestered in with Tony and wouldn’t be around until later in the afternoon. Colonel Rhodes had arrived late the night before so he and Pepper would be in their room which meant Natasha was curled up in Sam’s bed, both Beta’s sleeping soundly since their biologies were infinitely less high maintenance than the others.

Bruce slept alone even when Thor was home, which worked out well since Steven needed extra attention in his current condition, and Yinsen’s suite of rooms were taken by the twins who’d flown in from Sokovia to spend Tony’s upcoming birthday with everyone.

The compound was full but far from suffocating and Loki had learned to love the well orchestrated chaos. It was so different from the drama and politics of Asgard that even as they quieted Maria’s chatter with soft trills and a cloak of feathers, the Omega found themselves looking forward to another day surrounded by family.

“Go on, then.” Once they made it to the kitchen and it was safe to be a little louder, Loki set the baby on the floor. “Go explore while I make breakfast.”

Maria promptly dropped to all fours to crawl around the chairs and Loki admonished gently, “No no, darling. We people not bear cubs, you are a baby, not a stink bug. Up on two legs please!”

The ten month old blithely ignored him and Loki just sighed and began preparing a soft breakfast Maria’s few teeth could handle.

Partway through scrambling eggs and cooking up apples with a little cinnamon, the family Alpha himself stumbled into the kitchen and Maria immediately squealed and chucked her water cup, waving tiny fists excitedly for her Papa.

“Oh, there’s the most beautiful girl in the world.” Tony looked utterly exhausted, drained and honestly halfway to comatose after a hard heat with one of his Omega mates, but he lit up with a grin as he cuddled the baby up close. “How are you today, Ms Maria? Your Daddy loves you, yes huh! Yes huh!”

The Alpha’s eyes flickered from whiskey warm to interested red when he caught sight of Loki, and just like he did every morning Tony held his hand out palm up for the Omega, curling his fingers coaxingly and rumbling, “Good morning, Lo.”

“Good-- good morning.” It was the same nickname Bucky called them, the same nickname everyone in the family called them but Loki’s breath still caught in his throat when Tony said it. “How does the morning find you?”

“Happy to see you, just like every morning.” Tony’s iron edged scent mellowed with contentment when Loki took his hand, and the kiss he left on Loki’s knuckles was tender. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Scrambled eggs and cinnamon apples.” Loki pointed to the pans and asked, “Would you like some?”

“No Alpha in the world would turn down a beautiful Omega offering them food...” Tony turned Loki’s hand over and kissed at their palm as well, fighting to keep his wings calm and smile tempered when the Omega purred in pleasure. He didn’t believe in pushing an Omega into anything at all but oh when Loki stopped fighting their instincts and let Tony take care of them…

Oh.

“...but I have to get back to Clint.” he finished and Loki nodded in understanding. “If you have time later, I have something new in the lab to show you.”

“Another trinket, Anthony?” Loki went back to stirring eggs as if their entire arm wasn’t tingling from the touch of the Alpha’s lips, glossy feathers trembling with the need to present. “Haven’t you given me enough shiny things?”

“This one’s more for me.” the Alpha wrinkled his nose and winked, and Maria wrinkled her little nose and blinked and Tony laughed out loud in delight and leaned down to rumble into his daughter’s ear. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.” Alpha. The word was on the tip of Loki’s tongue but they didn’t say it. Not yet.

Not--not yet.

“It’s a date.” Tony stole a bite of eggs and hurried out the door, stopped to kiss Natasha on the way out and grinned when the Beta snatched him back for a better kiss, then ran up the hall to get back to the bedroom and his Omega.

Clint was still curled up in bed and the Alpha shucked his jammies so he could crawl back into bed and hug up close to his mate, big wings opening wide and settling over them like a warm blanket.

Clint hadn’t been his first Omega-- that was Steve- but the bond between Alpha and Omega was still something very special, something intense and beautiful, different from what Tony shared with Steve and Bucky and different from the non-sexual but still soul deep bond he shared with Pepper.

Clint had been mated once before to Phil Coulson, but after one too many close calls and missed heats the pair had decided to dissolve their bond and move on and the Omega-- well the Omega had barely survived. Clint had been emotionally devastated, damn near physically compromised and hardly able to even look another Alpha in the eye when he’d met Tony and they’d come a long ways in the years since.

Tony would never be over knowing the Omega had chosen him after being so hurt, when it would have been infinitely easier for him to just stay single. Clint had been the one to force Tony back himself after Afghanistan, to show up with gorgeous brown wings flared high and demand that his Alpha take care of him like he was supposed to, to demand Tony be a good mate and a good Alpha and hold him.

Clint had been there the night Obadiah had come and buried three different arrows in the Alpha’s black heart as Obadiah fell to his death, had been there over and over for Bucky when things were so difficult after Maria and Tony loved his Omega so much there were days he actually ached with it.

But lately his mate had been quiet and a little withdrawn, this last heat tinged with a bitter edge of desperation and Tony had tried over and over to soothe the distress and uncertainty that kept bleeding into Clint’s cherry blossom scent.

Usually the Omega was hilarious during heat, demanding and bordering bratty, happily taking what he needed from his Alpha and having no qualms about leaving Tony literally wrung dry afterwards. It was a marked difference from Steve who was gorgeous in full blown submission and Bucky who was still hesitant to let himself go fully and Tony loved it.

Clint was hilarious and perfect and the Alpha loved it, which made the Omega’s recent quietness even more worrisome.

“Pretty Omega.” When Clint shifted in bed sometime later, Tony mouthed over the Omega’s bonding spot and purred into his skin. “Pretty, perfect thing, tell me what’s bothering you? Please?”

The Omega stayed silent for long enough that Tony thought maybe he’d fallen back asleep, but then finally, “Heat wore me out this time around. It’s enough to make an Omega feel like he’s getting old. Can’t keep up.”

“You’re the same age as me” Tony dug his teeth into Clint’s shoulder teasingly. “In fact, your birthday’s only a few weeks past mine. Are you trying to tell me I’m getting old, Omega? Cos I’m going to take immediate offence to that.”

“S’different for an Omega.” Clint sort of muttered and Tony hesitated, not really sure what his mate was trying to say. “And it’s hard to compete when your other Omegas are super soldiers and a demi god and Pepper. Just makes me feel… I dunno. Nevermind.”

“Hey hey hey, what’s this all about?” Tony tried to tip his mate’s chin up, staring deep into Clint’s blue eyes. “Have I not been spending enough time with you? Spoiling you enough? Are you okay? What’s this about my other Omegas, who cares about that? What’s going on, Clint?”

“Nothing.” Clint’s throat jerked as he swallowed, but he didn’t pull away when the Alpha budged him in closer. “But I uh-- I wouldn’t hate if you stayed in bed with me a little longer?”

“I’ll stay here all day.” the Alpha promised and cuddled up close to do exactly that, gathered his mate up over his heart until Clint’s nose was tucked over the steady hum of the arc reactor, ran his fingers through the rich brown feathers and rumbled and growled comfortingly until the heat-exhausted Omega was sleeping again.

“Pretty perfect Omega.” he whispered into Clint’s hair. “I’d do anything for you. Anything.”

And once Clint was snoring, the Alpha pressed a gentle gentle hand to the curve of his mate’s stomach and decided to keep quiet a little longer about the way Clint’s scent had sweetened or all the ways their cozy world was about to change all over again.

His mate would talk to him when he was ready, they could keep it a secret a little longer.

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“Come on, Omega. I know you can do better than that.” Sam dodged a half hearted punch from Bucky and fluffed his red wings out wide in a show of aggression. “Why are you holding back?”

“Because I’ll kill you if I punch you full strength.” the Omega said flatly, and ruffed up his own black and silver wings to match the Beta. “So why don’t you quit posturing and just let me work out like I asked. With Steve all big right now no one else except Tasha wants to spar with me, and she either gets weird and deadly, or she refuses to fight cos I’m a pretty Omega.”

“You’re a mouthy Omega.” Sam snapped and Bucky grinned, “And you’re an over compensating Beta. Square up and fight me.”

“Square up?” the Beta laughed. “You’re the one pulling your punches!”

“Yeah well shockingly enough, I like your face and don’t want it pulverized.” Bucky was laughing now too, and Sam’s dark eyes warmed at the sound. “I’ll keep pulling my punches, you get up here and actually try.”

“Actually I was thinking--” Sam stopped when the gym door creaked open and Steve came through. “--I was thinking that it looks impossible for him to walk at that size, oh my god.”

Bucky snorted a laugh and they both turned to watch as the blond Omega waddled walked slowly across the gym to where he’d left his phone, then sighed over loud when he found it on the floor.

“Stevie.” Bucky dropped his gloves and slid out from beneath the ropes of the boxing ring. “Stevie, let me get that for you.”

“Nope I’ve got it.” These days Steve was as stubborn as ever, though the stubbornness was an actual hazard to his health seeing as how he was at least twice as round as he used to be and constantly exhausted.

It was actually exhausting just to watch the heavily pregnant Omega, and Sam clicked his tongue sympathetically as Steve tried to squat to reach his phone, then tried to bend over at his alarmingly stretched waist, then huffed and puffed and sat down on a bench before leaning far over and stretching his fingers to reach, wings spread wide in an attempt to balance.

“For fucks sake, Stevie.” Bucky scowled at the other Omega and pushed him back up to sitting, smoothing down a few ruffled feathers. “Being this stubborn when you were four feet tall was one thing, being this stubborn at four feet wide is something else. Ask for help, you wacky Omega.”

“But I don’t need help.” The Captain insisted, jutting out his chin and trying to fold his arms and then groaning when they only propped up on the curve of his belly and ruined the look entirely. “Seriously Buck, I can handle this.”

“Honey, if you don’t let Bucky help you up from that bench you might have to live there till the baby comes.” Sam jogged over to wrap a protective arm and wing around Steve’s back and let the Omega grab onto his other hand for leverage. “Why didn’t you have JARVIS just ask us to bring you the phone?”

“...I’m having a hard time not being able to do everything.” Steve admitted after a long minute, cheek flushing a dull red and eyes shuttering in embarrassment. “Buck, you were so pretty when you were expecting Maria and I thought I’d be the same. Instead I look like I crashed an all you can eat restaurant and then swallowed a beach ball.”

Sam made a truly valiant effort not to laugh and only kissed Steve’s head to assure the Omega, “You’re gorgeous, Steve. Radiant. Practically glowing.”

“He’s not glowing, it’s sweat.” Bucky denied and Steve kicked out at him. “But don’t worry, I always felt like I ate a damn beach ball too. Don’t worry. It’s not just you.”

“That doesn’t really help, but thanks anyway.” The blond muttered miserably. “This just-- this all sucks way more than I thought it would. Can’t wait to be on to the next step.”

“Diapers and spit up and never getting any sleep?” Bucky sidestepped the bulk of Steve’s belly and kissed the other Omega gently. “Yeah, it’s real fun.”

“I dunno, sure seems like it’s real fun for you now that you’ve got Loki helping.” Sam waggled his eyebrows at Bucky. “You seem a lot less stressed now that a literal demi god is warming your bed.”

“Stevie’s got a demi god in his bed too!” Bucky protested, and the Beta deadpanned, “Yeah, but you’re not taking a hammer sized knot every night. You are definitely the more relaxed out of that particular dynamic.”

Bucky howled with laughter while Steve made a scandalized noise and only once both Omega’s scents had emptied of anything anxious did Sam spread his fingers over Steve’s belly and croon, “Sweet baby, how are you today? We’re going to name you Thomas. Yes we are!”

“His name is definitely not Thomas.” Bucky disagreed promptly. “Baby’s gonna be Stanley. Stanley and Maria Stark, right Stevie?”

“Steve!” Natasha’s snow white wings opened wide in excitement when she peeked into the gym and saw the Omega, but the peck on Steve’s cheek was much less enthusiastic than the way the Beta nuzzled over his navel and purred, “Hello baby Nathaniel! Little Bubba! Auntie Tasha can’t wait to meet you!”

“For the hundredth time?” Steve waited until three pairs of eyes met his. “I haven’t decided on a name for the baby yet. Cut it out.”

“Of course we have!” Word had spread that the family was congregating in the gym so next at the door was Thor and then Bruce. The Alpha spread brilliant golden wings open wide to encompass Bruce’s shoulders without smothering the doctor, and Bruce’s hands were full of various vitamins, juice, and for some reason flowers for Steve. “We are going to name the boy Sigurd Starkson! For he will be victorious in everything, and guardian of all he loves!”

Everything about Thor was massive, from the breadth of his shoulders to the size of his hands, the boom of his voice and the stretch of his wings, but he was nothing but careful so careful and so so gentle as he picked Steve up into his arms and pressed his face into the Omega’s throat.

“My love, you will be sure to give the child a strong name, won’t you?” he rumbled and the Omega-- too tickled to be manhandled about as if he were still tiny-- only purred in response. “Something to shout on the battlefield and in the halls of Asgard?”

“Don’t name the poor kid anything that can’t be pronounced!” Sam protested, and Natasha added, “And nothing that can easily turn into a terrible nickname!” and when Bucky started to chime in with his own idea, Bruce was the one to raise his voice and hush them all with a firm, “Thor, put Steve down so I can give him vitamins. Sam, we aren’t naming the baby anything unpronounceable. Tasha, you don’t get a vote because I heard you threaten to call him Nathaniel no matter what we put on the birth certificate and Bucky--”

Bucky’s black wings lifted curiously and Bruce’s smile was fond. “-- bring Maria to the lab later so I can show you the walker I built for her. It has a light show in it.”

“I’ll bring her by tonight.” Bucky promised, and Bruce leaned in to push their foreheads together for a moment.

Bruce was even more averse to physical touch than Loki, but the doctor had learned to trust Bucky with gentle forehead touches and to trust Thor with a little more than even that. His love with the demi god had been startling to the entire family but the way Thor honored every one of Bruce’s boundaries while still showering him in praise and adoration had settled Bucky’s initial protectiveness, and watching the huge Alpha treat Bruce with such delicacy had led to Steve loving Thor even more.

Then the Omega’s love for Thor had shifted to include increased affection for Bruce and for the first maybe ever, Bruce had a solid connection with more than just their Alpha.

“We should talk about our Alpha’s birthday.” Natasha waited until Bucky and Bruce had pulled away before clearing her throat and changing the subject. “Of course he will want a family dinner, everyone except Yinsen is already here in the compound so that’s easy enough. I have a present ready for him and I can promise it’s way better than anything you have planned.”

“Rude.” Sam snarked and Nat only bared her teeth in a smile and rustled her snow white feathers in his direction. “I think Steve’s got a gift covered since he’s due any day now, and Bucky won’t ever have to buy our Alpha anything again now that Maria’s around. Bruce?”

“Tony’s been wanting to change a few things around the compound so I rewrote some codes that will put it all into effect.” Bruce shrugged absentmindedly. “The time the blinds come up, the light schedule. Did you guys know the east wall is supposed to open up to all windows? It’s the one thing Tony never got done before we moved in and we’ve been so busy living here, he never came back around to it. I got that fixed too.”

“I brought our Alpha some ceremonial jewelry from Asgard.” Thor kept a possessive, protective hand over his Omega’s stomach and let just the far tips of his primaries brush against Bruce’s leg. “It is meant for Princes of the high realms, but our Alpha is every bit as deserving. I’m not sure what Loki has planned but I’m sure they’ve put much thought into it.”

“So everyone’s got a great gift except me?” Sam threw up his hands in frustration, red wings fluffed in annoyance. “How am I going to top ceremonial jewelry belonging to Princes of the high realms?”

“You won't.” Thor said gravely and Bucky smothered a laugh at the demi-gods insistence. “But you should try all the same.”

“You need to rest.” Bruce informed Steve, and then to Bucky, “You’ll bring Maria soon?”

“Soon.” he agreed. “What’s with the flowers, though?”

“These are for my love!” Thor took the flowers from Bruce and unfolded them into a crown, setting it gently on Steve’s hair. “They are May flowers, Hawthorn for hope and happiness and Lilies-of-the-valley because my life is complete for having found you, Omega.”

“Oh.” Steve blushed scarlet clear to the roots of his hair, and Thor beamed down at the Omega before plucking a bloom of each and turning to offer them to Bruce, lowering his voice and murmuring something only the Doctor could hear.

Bruce wasn’t one for blushing, but his smile stretched towards goofy when he took the blooms from the demi-god, and behind them Sam muttered, “What the hell, why am I no where near the most romantic person in the room right now?”

“Don’t worry darling, I think you’re romantic.” Natasha didn’t take her eyes off the trio as Thor led Steve and Bruce out of the gym again. “Not as romantic as Thor, but somewhere above Pietro, definitely.”

The Beta slanted a sideways look at Natasha and decided, “You know what? Tasha, why don’t you stay and work out with Buck? Apparently I need to brush up on my romance skills. That and he’s pulling his punches which is a waste of my time.”

“Bucky pulls his punches because he likes your face.” the redhead retorted, but her green eyes gleamed as she stripped down to a sports bra and kicked her shoes away. “Pretty Omega, wanna go a few rounds with me?”

“I never realized Pretty Omega could sound so threatening.” Bucky said faux mournfully, and Sam laughed himself clear down the hall, leaving them to their wrestling, and wondering if their Alpha was up for some cuddles.

At least Tony thought he was romantic.

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Clint made it away from his Alpha’s side and downstairs sometime after dinner, but since he was still worn out after heat, he didn’t complain when Wanda and Pietro bustled him towards a couch and crowded in on either side.

Hearing aids felt unnecessary and maybe even overwhelming at the moment, so Clint left them on the side table and simply angled his body and wings so he could see the kids talking, content just to listen to the kids and smile along with the conversation.

Even if the Omega was feeling up to engaging, keeping up with Wanda and Pietro’s conversations was damn near impossible these days. After months in Sokovia working to repair the war torn country, the regional dialect had crept back into their usual Russian speech and blurred with English as well. When the twins were home with Clint, they each signed their words too so Clint could follow along whether his aids were in or not.

It was confusing to say the least, mildly amusing to watch for the family and outright ridiculous as hell for anyone who wasn’t used to Wanda and Pietro’s particular brand of chaos but for Clint-- for Clint the twins and their mess of language and quick hands felt like home and his scent settled the longer he sat there with them.

“Tony will be happy just to have us home.” Pietro signed/rambled quickly. “We will do a family dinner and the Alpha will get teary eyed and emotional. Let’s send for a picture from the orphanage he paid to build and call it good.”

“That is lazy and you know it.” Wanda scolded, her oddly clawed wings waving in annoyance. “The family Alpha deserves more than that.”

“But he doesn’t want more than that.” Pietro argued back. “And the best present is the one someone wants, right?”

Clint smiled at Pietro’s reasoning and slumped further into the couch, leaning more into the boy’s warmth and reaching out for Wanda’s hand to hold. He loved the children as if they were his own, no matter that he’d found them while on a mission with SHIELD and they’d been more than half grown at that point, no matter that they still held the memories of their parents dear to their heart. The adoption certificate Tony had gifted Clint and the twins with two years ago read ‘Wanda and Pietro Maximoff-Barton-Stark’ and that was all that mattered.

Just before he closed his eyes, Clint caught Wanda asking, “What has Steve decided to name the baby?” but he missed whatever Pietro said in response, and let himself sink into the safety of his family.

“Wanda.” the moment Clint’s eyes were closed Pietro switched entirely to Sokovian, his hands falling still in case the Omega was still watching a little bit. “Is Clint okay?”

“I’m not sure.” Wanda pursed her lips in a frown and placed on hand over Clint’s forehead to check his temperature, let red strands of magic flow from her other hand and press at the Omega’s temple, probing gently carefully into his mind. “Something is wrong, but I cannot pinpoint exactly what. And it’s not…it’s not wrong, it’s simply different. I’m not sure.”

“Hm.” Pietro’s wings usually only made an appearance as a sign of respect for their family’s Alpha, bursting out electric blue for a few seconds before disappearing but today he let them out slow, let the bright blue feathers unfurl steadily until they were fully extended fully and settled over Clint’s shoulders. “Maybe we just sit here for a little bit with him then. He’d like that.”

Wanda smiled watching her brother take care of their father figure. Pietro had come a long way in the years since Clint had saved them, maturing and growing into a man sure to make anyone a good mate but she knew Pietro’s heart lay with Sokovia, with fixing their home land and helping repair what decades of war had done.

Beyond that, it was the lack of biology that kept Pietro from straying towards looking for a mate. Neither he nor Wanda had the secondary biology that marked all but Bruce in their pieced together family, they weren’t Alpha, Omega or Beta, their scents reeked of mutant and powers and things most people would not understand.

But here at home they were understood, they were welcome and they were family and Wanda hummed as she flexed her powers again to ease the wrinkle of distress between Clint’s brow.

Pietro was right, Tony would be thrilled just to have a family dinner together but the man who had taken so many broken misfit pieces and created a home deserved more than that.

… and Wanda had a good idea what her present could be.

She just needed some help and permission from Colonel Rhodes, first.

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Nooooo poor tommy again! Why dod you do this to our boy? Tommy deserves better. He deserves love. Like image a tommy redemption arc like they did with steve but tommy and steve the best boyfriends. Protecting their kids. No angst this time please dont break my heart for tommy.

Sorry about the Stommy angst, here’s a nice version! Under the cut because there’s some smut.

Steve always knew he liked boys too.

He knew because of Tommy. Because of Tommy’s little freckles, because of Tommy’s soft tummy, because of the way Tommy would giggle with him for hours.

But he didn’t think Tommy was like that.

And then when they were nine, they decided to practice kissing together. Just little child pecs, but they would kiss each other, often.

And then they’re fourteen and Steve keeps looking at Tommy, and thinking about Tommy, and wanting Tommy.

And Tommy starts going out with Carol.

And Steve is alone.

So he stops looking at Tommy, starts looking at the girls. He likes girls, loves girls, but he never really looked, never wanted to, always had Tommy.

But now he has Becky and Ally and Sarah and Amanda and, and, and-

But he wants.

But then, there’s Nancy. And she’s smart and sweet and beautiful, and she loves him. And he’s happy with her. Tommy seems to hate her, and he doesn’t understand why.

Until Jonathan.

Steve is pissed, seeing him in Nancy’s bedroom, watching him comfort, her touch her. He was angry, and sad, and Tommy was there, was ready to do anything for this boy.

So he gratified the town, was ready to jump in when Jonathan started hitting Steve, pulled him out of the alley when the sirens blared.

He went with him to Jonathan’s place, apologies ready when Nancy’s hand was cut, when a monster was trying to tear through the ceiling, when Steve took to it with a bat, and Tommy chucked his lighter.

But hten Steve went back to Nancy, was happy with her, despite the monster, the Upside Down, the paralyzing fear. And that’s what Tommy had to keep saying to himself, that Steve was happy, and that’s all that really mattered.

Until bullshit.

He doesn’t remember much after that. Had started knocking back the punch, wanted to forget. And then he was in Tommy’s car, and Tommy was carrying him up the stairs, was spooned up behind him in Steve’s bed, stroking through his hair.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah, Stevie. It’s me.”

“Nancy said she doesn’t love me.

“I know, Stevie. You said.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Ditchin’ you for her. You’re better than her. Takin’ care of me like this.”

“Just bein’ a good friend. Sleep it off. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And he was.

Steve woke up slowly, blinked himself awake, making disgruntled little sounds and snuggling into the warm body in front of him.

“Mornin’ Stevie.”

He looked up, his face merely and inch away from Tommy’s.

They were tangled together, pressed chest to chest. One of Steve’s legs was thrown over Tommy’s hip, Tommy’s arms wrapped securely around Steve.

Steve was going to say something, he really was, but then Tommy’s lips were on his, his tongue pressing gently in Steve’s mouth.

Steve was on fire.

His nerves sang when Tommy rolled on top of him. Steve realized hie was in nothing but his boxers, had probably flopped into bed after wiggling out of his costume. Which of course meant, Tommy could feel Steve, hard against his hip as they made out.

He ground his hips down, made Steve whine in his ear.

“Tommy-”

“Shh, Stevie. Let me take care of you.” He started mouthing along his jaw, kissing down his neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks.

Steve was breathing heavily as Tommy worked his way down, whimpering as Tommy’s fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers, tugged them down.

His breath ghosted over Steve’s cock, promising more. Steve’s hands fluttered about Tommy’s shoulders, wanting to hold on, not knowing if he can. Tommy linked their hands together, let Steve thread long fingers into his hair as he sank down on his cock, taking as much as he could into his mouth.

He was awkward, had never done this before, didn’t know how to set a good rhythm, but it didn’t matter, because it was Tommy.

Steve was tensing, sobbing out, begging for something.

Tommy pulled off, lips wet, drool running down his chin. He moved back up Steve’s body, letting Steve pull his shirt off, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Tommy leaned up to rummage through Steve’s bedside drawers, found some Vaseline, settled himself back on top of Steve.

“Stevie, can I fuck you? Will you, will you let me?”

“Yeah, Tommy. ‘Course I will. I want you.” Steve settled on his back, legs open for Tommy, eyes wide and trusting.

Tommy slicked up his fingers, pressing on inside, letting Steve get used ot the feeling.

“I can, I can take more, Tom. I’m okay.” Tommy just raised an eyebrow.

“You done this before.” Steve bit his lip, nodding slowly, his eyes big. “You-you have?”

“Yeah. I, sometimes I think about, think about you, and I, I-” he cut himself off with a loud keen, arching as Tommy curled his fingers, taking in Steve’s reactions , curling his fingers up again, again, again.

“So beautiful. You’re fucking gorgeous, Stevie.” Steve was incoherent as Tommy’s fingers drilled into him, three of them stretching him, opening him up.

“I want, fuck me, Tommy. I’m, I’m ready, I want-” Tommy didn’t need to be told twice, pushed his pants down his hips, kicking them off as fast as possible. He slicked himself up, his cock hard and hot, his hips bucking into his fist as he stared at Steve, spread out and flushed beneath him, entrance slick and puffy, clenching around nothing.

Tommy pressed in slowly, watching Steve’s face for any hurt, any discomfort. But then Steve bucked his hips, whining at Tommy. Tommy really had to hold himself back, didn’t want to go fast and rough, Steve deserved it slow, sweet.

Steve just held on as best as he could, closed his eyes and felt like Tommy was making love to him. He opened his eyes, wanted to see those freckles, those chubby little cheeks. He stared up at Tommy, his arms around his shoulders.

“K-kiss me.” He didn’t even realize he’d said it until Tommy leaned down, was kissing him just as softly as he was fucking him. “I’m close.” Steve whined into his lips, his hand releasing Tommy to trail down their bodies, taking his own cock, stroking himself to Tommy’s slow pace. “I’m, I’m-”

“Wanna see it, Stevie.” He planted a kiss to Steve cheek. “Wanna feel it.”

Steve was cumming, hand choking his cock, losing himself in the feeling of Tommy on top of him, inside of him. Tommy was close behind, burying his face in Steve’s neck, crying out softly.

He rolled of Steve, pulling him into his chest, kissing his head.

Steve was content there forever.

But then the monsters, again.

And he and Tommy got caught up by that chatty kid, had fought side-by-side in the junkyard, the tunnels. Went back to Steve’s house, covered in soot and black goo.

They fucked again that night, had more slow, tender sex while Steve held back tears, swallowed his fear.

ˇhey were wrapped up in the thick blankets, soft and warm after a long shower. Steve was listening to Tommy’s heartbeat, his steady breaths.

“I love you.”

Tommy went still.

“What was that, Stevie?”

“I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years. We could’ve, could’ve died tonight and I just, I thought you should know.” Tommy blinked. Steve could hear his heart speed up a little.

“Do you, is that real?”

“Yeah. I’ve always been in love with you, Tom.”

“Fuck, fuck, Stevie. Me too.” Steve’s head shot up, looking at Tommy with wide eyes. “I fucking love you.” He went in quickly, kissing Steve before his lip could tremble, before any tears could come.

And they kissed, and they traded soft I love yous.

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strawberrysoup · 4 years

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Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit/18+ warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con elements, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, very dark

Steve was actually going to go insane. What was supposed to be a simple, if stressful day, had gone completely downhill. He and Bucky hadn’t adequately distracted Penny (his fault, admittedly) and she’d been both drugged and had her head bashed in twice. After the CT scan which showed no permanent damage, Bruce had given the very irate Penny a sedative to keep her from making her headache any worse.

For the second time in one day, he and Bucky held vigil outside of her temporary room, pacing the hallway and intermittently stopping to listen at her door for any sounds. JARVIS would alert them immediately if she started to wake up, but they found themselves with their ears pressed to the doorway anyway. Most of the time, it was just to listen to her breathing. Sometimes, she shifted in bed, which was a good sign of her beginning to wake.

Just about everyone else had already gone to bed, with the exception of Stark and Rhodey, who’d gone back to the Parker residence to retrieve Peter. Likely they’d arrived back at the tower already, the teenager in tow, and were getting ready for bed.

Steve didn’t think he’d sleep if he tried. Too many emotions were rushing through him; irritation, nervousness, anticipation, adoration— he was a mess. Bucky had told him at least three times that he was a fuckin’ mess and Steve absolutely believed him. How Buck was handling the situation so well was beyond Steve’s comprehension. Their girl was sedated, asleep in a strange place, and she’d wake up alone if they weren’t careful.

“You know, we could just go get in bed with her,” Bucky stated as they walked past each other in the hallway, continuing their very short patrol, “You know I’ll wake up the second she starts to stir, I’ll wake you up first and we’ll be ready to take care of her right when she opens her eyes.”

“She doesn’t want us near her,” the blond responded regretfully; that was his fault, he’d really fucked it all up earlier outside of the coffee shop.

It wasn’t that he was really judging her on how she chose to take care of Peter, not really. Mostly he’d been bothered that Penny had asked a girl to beat up Peter’s bully. It was an outdated ideal now, that a man should always be the one to take care of his woman, but Steve was outdated himself. He understood ladies wanting equality, but did they really need to be out doing things like fighting? Wanda and Natasha were outliers, physically altered to fight and kill.

His Penny was a fighter too, although there wouldn’t be any need for that going forward. Stark had a split lip and a busted ball sack thanks to his scrappy girl and poor Rhodey’s back was one giant purple bruise. He knew without a doubt she was gonna give him and Buck Hell until they got her used to her new life.

“She doesn’t want a lot of things, Stevie,” Bucky rolled his eyes at his lover and stopped in front of Penny’s door, “she doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want Stark near Peter, doesn’t want us near her. She’s gonna have to get used to all of it, might as well start early.”

Steve hesitated for a moment. He did believe in ripping the band aid off quickly, so to speak. But poor Penny was already half traumatized, terrified and furious in equal measure. He’d felt her seething rage upon seeing him and Buck in the room earlier, a dangerous combination of wrath and despair.

“How much longer until Bruce thought she’d start to wake?”

Buck grinned at the question, knowing it meant he’d won out over Steve’s conscious, “about an hour and a half, let’s go.”

The brunet didn’t even give him the chance before opening the door and stepping in, leaving it open behind him for Steve. Penny was curled in the center of the double-sized bed, lying on her side with her hands tucked against her stomach and a cocoon of pillows around her.

He wasn’t sure if it was possible for her to be any prettier than he remembered, but Steve felt his heart race in his chest at the sight of her. He’d thought she was beautiful when they watched the webcam footage. Even when they’d thought she was a monster and a neglectful bitch, he’d been intrigued. Sure, he’d been more than willing to kill her for Tony if the man asked, but he would’ve regretted it just on the basis that he found her interesting.

His enhanced hearing meant he picked up things over the microphone that the others didn’t; Penny singing while she cooked Peter dinner, murmuring about buying the teenager new clothes, worrying over the phone bill. He hadn’t fallen in love with her over the camera necessarily, but he’d grown very infatuated.

Bucky liked Penny at first simply because Steve did. Anything that made Stevie happy generally made Bucky happy too, and Penny was gorgeous. He liked looking at her as much as Steve or Clint, enjoyed watching the expressions on her face while she’d sat on her laptop for hours on end. It was easy to see why his boyfriend was so obsessed and after meeting her, Bucky couldn’t fault him. He liked her too, wanted to keep her close too. Penny needed to be tucked away safely between them at all times.

Both carefully climbed into the bed on either side of her, the smaller sized mattress causing them to cuddle close to her curled form. Steve let himself press against her back, his arm coming to circle her middle and clasp her tucked hands gently. Facing her, Bucky pushed his metal arm up under her pillow, cradling her head, and reached over her with his flesh arm to rest his hand on Steve’s hip. The positions felt natural and comfortable and both soldiers sighed contently as they settled.

Penny was small between them, soaking up the heat their bodies gave off. Her body had unconsciously pressed back into Steve, seeking warmth. He buried his face into her curly hair, inhaling deeply and smiling to himself. Their girl was finally where she was supposed to be.

“She’s gonna want to see Peter.”

Steve hummed in acknowledgement, “we’ll see how much pain she’s in when she wakes up.”

“She’ll wanna see him even if she’s in pain, Stevie. How are we gonna handle it?”

Quiet settled over them for a moment while they both considered their options before Steve sighed into her hair, “she’s gotta get dressed and shower, then she can see Peter as a reward. If she’s in too much pain, we’ll put her in the bath with that stuff Bruce gave us and she can see him after.”

“And what about the fit she’s gonna throw when she wakes up?”

“We’ll make her stay in bed while we explain,” the blond stated quietly, twining his fingers with hers against her stomach, “we can’t expect her to follow the rules if she doesn’t understand everything. She’s gonna be upset, we’ll need to make sure to keep her head stable.”

“We’ve got this, Stevie,” Buck squeezed his hip reassuringly, stroking the skin under his t-shirt, “we just gotta be patient and take care of our girl.”

Steve swallowed heavily, the affectionate look Buck was levelling him with would’ve brought him to his knees had he been standing, “Bucky… thank you, for all of this. I know you’re doing it for me—”

“I’m doing this for us, Steve,” the brunet cut him off sternly, “You might’ve wanted her first, but I want her just as much now. We need her and she needs us.”

Bucky looked like he was about to say more, but Penny shifted in their arms. A low, quiet groan escaped her lips a moment later and she squirmed between them. Steve let her pull her hand from his, watching as she brought it up to her head and dug her palm against her left eye. A few more moments of silence passed as she tried to wake up.

It was obvious when she became aware of her surroundings because her entire body pulled taught. Rigidity put distance between her back and his chest but Steve left his arm over her waist, resting against her trembling stomach.

“Morning babydoll,” Bucky used his flesh hand to cup her face, brushing away her attempts to swat at him, “how bad does your head hurt?”

“What the fuck is this?” Her voice was raspy even in comparison to her usually low tone, washing over them both like a spring.

A slow smile pulled over Steve’s lips; their girl was predictable, but precious anyway, “take a deep breath, doll, everything’s okay. You’re safe here.”

“Safe here? You— you assholes helped him kidnap me! You’re letting him—"

Bucky barked a laugh, yanking her tight against his chest before she could really get going, “deep breaths, spitfire. I know you’re upset and you’ve got every right to be, but you need to calm down. We won’t get anywhere with you pitchin’ a fit.”

A sharp, infuriated inhale was their only warning before Penny started screaming at the top of her lungs and flailing violently. Her end game was obviously to create distance, which was successful if only because she had a tendency to dig her extremities into vulnerable places. She managed to slip down to the end of the bed, falling off in a heap. Steve quickly followed after her, leaving Bucky clutching between his legs after a particularly brutal cock shot.

Steve didn’t get the chance to help her up, Penny had immediately shot to her feet. She was obviously still slightly off balance but determination shined through her eyes.

“Where is my brother?” She demanded, pointing an angry finger at the center of Steve’s chest, “if Stark took me, he took my brother, now where is he?”

“Stark’s right, you are a Hellcat,” Bucky groaned from the bed, a light sweat on his brow as he overcame the pain she’d inflicted, “dangerous.”

“You’re allowed to be upset, Penny, but you need to be calm,” Steve’s tone was stern, an edge of irritation seeping through, “No hitting, no kicking—”

“No low blows!” The brunet on the bed was still whining and Steve rolled his eyes fondly.

“Definitely no more low blows, Pen. Obviously we need to talk but you have to let us explain.”

“I don’t have to let you do anything, now tell me where my brother is!”

Bucky managed a breathy laugh as he forced himself to sit up, ignoring the pain lancing through him. The botched super soldier serum running through his veins allowed him to heal quickly and the pain was receding much faster than it would’ve for say, Tony Stark, who’d also been nailed in the balls by Penny Parker in the last 24 hours. He actually felt kind of bad for the genius.

“Peter’s probably still in bed, asleep. It’s just about 4am,” he shifted to the edge of the bed and stood up, shaking his legs out determinedly, “you could be a real monster with the right training babydoll. Now, let’s talk.”

Steve took the cue for what is was and rushed forward while Penny was distracted, wrapping securely around her from behind and pinning her arms down in the process. She immediately dropped her weight in a move that probably would’ve worked on anyone who wasn’t supernaturally strong. Steve easily kept her aloft, even when she tucked her knees to her chest and kicked out, trying to force him backwards with the momentum. She definitely had some sort of self-defense training.

“You’re not very good at following rules, are you?” Bucky grinned as he came up in front of the pair, grabbing Penny’s legs before she could kick him again, “to be fair, we aren’t either. Last warning, baby, no physical violence or you’re gonna earn yourself a punishment.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be violent if I hadn’t been kidnapped!”

“I know, I know,” Steve manipulated Penny in his arms until she was turned to face him, her legs tucked near his waist, “this is a horrible situation for you right now and you’re mad and you’re scared. We understand that and we want to work with you to get passed that.”

“All we want is for you to be happy, Penny doll,” Bucky came up behind her and leaned against her back, letting Steve hold the extra weight, “all you’ve done for years is work and stress over Peter, don’t you think you deserve to be happy? We’re going to give you back your life.”

“You’re not giving me anything, you’re taking everything,” her voice cracked and she spoke imploringly, trying to pull back far enough to look Steve in the eyes, “please, listen to me—”

“You listen to us first, sweetheart,” the blond cut her off, not unkindly, but certainly sternly, “we’re going to explain and then you can talk. Understand?”

If he’d been expecting a reply, Steve would be disappointed. Penny’s lips had pressed together in a firm, unyielding line and were actually turning white from the pressure. In all fairness, he had asked her to stay quiet and it looked like she was going to great lengths to do so.

Steve didn’t let himself laugh and cleared his throat, curling his hand gently to cup her lower back, “You work so hard, Penny. You’ve worked so hard for so long, taking care of your aunt and Peter. But now, Tony’s going to take care of Peter. And we’re going to take care of you.”

“It’s going to be a hard adjustment for you, we understand that,” Bucky continued, stroking his flesh hand through Penny’s long hair, careful to not tangle in her curls, “you’ve been incredibly independent for a very long time and all of your energy has gone into taking care of your brother.”

“L-Look,” Penny took a breath, swallowing heavily. Steve could see some sort of pain settle through her, weighing heavily on her shoulders; resignation or sadness or something, “I know… I know that Stark wants Peter but… but if I stay here, without a fuss, will he let Peter go? I won’t fight anymore, I won’t… I’ll do whatever you want, if Peter can go free. We have family he could—”

A bone deep ache settled into both Bucky and Steve at her words. Penny had a desolate combination of lack of self-care and an overabundance of duty to her brother. It was the same thing they’d noticed over and over again since the night Penny had dropped her plans on Peter; she was willing and would drop everything in her life for Peter. She would drop out of school, she would go to jail, she would be a willing captive if it meant Peter was safe.

“Not everything is about Peter, babydoll,” Bucky quietly informed her, hand still pulling gently through her hair, “all you’ve cared about for a long time has been him and that’s going to change now. You’re a person too, Penny. You always talk about what Peter deserves and what Peter needs, but what about you?”

They saw a moment of hesitation similar to what they’d seen through the webcam feed, where it looked like Penny might be considering doing something she considered selfish.

“I don’t need anything, I just want my brother—Where is he? Where is my brother? Where is my brother!? Where is my brother!?”

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Peter’s breath escaped him in heavy sobs, dread and humiliation and sorrow filling his stomach like lead. His ass was raw from a spanking— a fucking spanking. He was 17 years old and yet Tony had put him over his knee, on the couch his sister slept on every night, and spanked him until he could barely breath through the tears and heaving cries. Then, he’d drawn Peter into his lap and cooed over him. Told him it was over, all was forgiven, they could move on now, he took his punishment so well.

When he’d tried to ask about his sister again, he’d been brushed off. Tony told him to be a good boy, to calm down, everything was okay. He hadn’t realized that the older man was distracting him while his partner in literal crime crept up and stuck a syringe in Peter’s neck.

Upon waking up, disoriented and alone, the tears had come again. Tony was on his way, the AI informed him immediately when he woke up, which meant that it wasn’t some horrible nightmare. Peter’s ass was raw, his sister was gone, he’d been taken by a lunatic, and he was trapped. Fuck, he was trapped.

“Oh, my baby,” Tony’s voice broke through the sound of his sobs and he felt himself simultaneously going rigid and boneless, “take deep breaths, I’m here, I’ve got you baby.”

He was wrapped up in the older man’s arms just a moment later, hands running down his back and through his hair. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the embrace tickled a memory of being held. Back when Penny had been bigger than him, when she could engulf him fully in a hug. It had always felt so warm and comforting and he liked being wrapped up that way. He’d lamented his growing size when he realized that it wasn’t quite the same anymore. Her hugs were still better than anything else, but they were different.

“Where is Penny?” Peter couldn’t stop thinking about her hugs, the words hiccupped through his sobs, “please, please, please…”

“Shhh, Penny’s okay, Penny’s just fine,” Tony cooed in his ear, tucking the boy’s head against his chest, “you’ve gotta breath, precious, you’ll have an asthma attack at this point.”

“Sir, I believe Ms. Parker is also experiencing emotional taxation as a result of being separated from her sibling. The soldiers have requested they attend breakfast together, in order to ease the anxiety,” the AI’s voice sounded once again and it took Peter a moment to understand what it said.

Breakfast with Penny. Soldiers wanted him to have breakfast with Penny. Why was she with soldiers? What had they done with her?

“Sounds like a good idea, J. We’re gonna get cleaned up, have them meet us in the private kitchen in about an hour.”

“The captain finds that agreeable sir.”

“Alright baby, we’re gonna see Penny at breakfast, but you need to calm down first. We gotta bathe and get dressed, can you calm down enough for that?”

“Yes,” he whimpered quietly, “I can, I can calm down I promise.”

“Good boy,” the praise was met with a shocking but warm sensation in Peter’s chest and he startled when Tony stood up, carrying him in his arms, “I think a bath would be best, I’m sure you’re still sore.”

A blush lit up Peter’s face. Yes, he was still sore. His ass felt like a huge bruise and any sort of pressure hurt like a bitch.

Tony set him down on the bathroom counter, staying directly in front of him, “J, start the tub. Add aloe.”

The faucets immediately turned on and the familiar scent of aloe wafted from the steam. Peter was astounded by the innovation, that Tony had a voice-controlled bathtub. The AI was beyond compare in the public market and he’d bet even the private sectors didn’t have anything close. Peter’s primary scientific interests were chemistry and biology but he was fascinated by the engineering and mechanics that must’ve gone into the creation.

“Your wheels are spinning baby, tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Your AI is awesome,” the teenager stated quietly after a moment of hesitation, shrugging his shoulders and tucking his head down slightly, “I’m not great with electronic engineering but it’s really cool.”

If he’d looked up he would’ve seen the soft, fond look on Tony’s face, “I could teach you, if you wanted to learn. Are you interested in mechanics?”

“I like biochemical engineering more than practical, but I’m in my school’s robotics club—” Peter swallowed heavily, “I… was in my school’s robotics club.”

“Robotics club has nothing on me, baby,” Tony said fondly, easily brushing past Peter’s discomfort and sadness and barreling forward, “I’ve got the best toys in the world to play with. Maybe after breakfast we’ll go down to the lab.”

“Will Penny come too?”

The older man seemed to watch Peter carefully for a moment before gently tugging him off the counter, “let’s get you undressed, the bath’s almost full and we’ll need to head to breakfast soon.”

Another dark blush spread down Peter’s face, extending to his shoulders and chest. He could feel the heat of it under his skin as Tony pulled his shirt off followed by his own.

“Y-You’re going to…” his eyes darted to the bath and back to the older man’s face, jaw moving even as words failed to come out.

A soft laugh escaped Tony, “get in the bath with you? Of course I am baby boy.”

Anxiety crawled through his veins, spreading like ice while Tony continued to undress him. He tried not to shake when his pants came off, or his boxers. Tried not to look when Tony took off his own. It was humiliating, please don’t look at me, don’t touch me—

Tony herded Peter to the bathtub, ignoring the panic that was visibly surging through the boy. Getting him into the water was a little harder, he was shaking and Tony was almost worried he would fall. When they were both settled in the water, with Peter resting against his chest and the steam rising around them, Tony finally felt himself begin to relax. His baby boy was in his arms, finally, so vulnerable, all his.

“I’m so happy you’re here, Peter,” he whispered gently into the boy’s ear, nuzzling his nose against the skin there, “you’re finally with me, where you belong.”

The bath was so warm and Tony was so close, Peter’s head almost felt floaty. Just like in the beginning, the man’s attention was euphoric. It was so, so wrong but Peter wanted it. He wanted the quiet words and promises and reassurances. He must’ve been so fucked up in the head to be almost happy cradled naked in his kidnapper’s arms, God what the fuck was wrong with him.

Penny raised him to be stronger, to be smarter. He was spitting in the face of everything she’d done for him over the years as he relaxed into Tony’s chest. All the hours she’d worked, all of the things she’d given up on for his sake, he was throwing it all away in the warmth of Tony Stark’s arms.

He hoped she would forgive him.

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blancheludis · 3 years

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Fandom: Marvel, Avengers Characters: Bucky Barnes / Tony Stark Tags: Love, Friendship, Pure Fluff, Engagement Words: 3.065

Summary: When Tony picked up Bucky from the streets for a quick tryst, he did not think he would find the love of his life. Thankfully, Bucky is more than ready to deal with any doubts Tony has from time to time. (They are not quite as good at telling Steve that Tony is not paying him for sex. Not anymore, at least.)

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“And then Hammer had the gall to act like we were going to work on that together. Like, can you imagine?” Tony twists his torso around to look at Bucky, who has his arms crossed behind his head as he lies in bed, watching Tony with a private smile and not enough outrage. “As if I’d ever ruin my good reputation by even looking at the same project as Justin bloody Hammer.”

“You done yet?” Bucky asks, his voice a low rumble the way it sometimes gets at night.

He looks gorgeous, he always does. The blanket pools around his waist, leaving his upper body bare for Tony to drink in. The hard muscles lining his abdomen, the strands of hair sticking to his glistening neck, still sweaty from their former activities. Even the thick line of scars around Bucky’s shoulders that it took months for Tony to be allowed to touch.

Sometimes, Tony fights with feeling inadequate compared to Bucky, but by now he knows to voice these thoughts when they get too loud so that Bucky can show him how very much he thinks that is not true. They have a working system, at the very least, silencing both their demons.

It might be a crime to talk about Justin Hammer while he is in bed with Bucky, but Tony has needed to bitch about his supposed business rival all day and now is finally the time. Bucky knows how to shut him up when it becomes too much.

“I’m paying for your time so I can choose how to spend it,” Tony scoffs with a half-wink, and turns around to fully face Bucky again.

The hotel room has less than adequate lighting, leaving them mostly in shadows, but he sees the amused glint in Bucky’s eyes.

Mostly, he is just glad Bucky is here at all. They said their handsy goodbyes four days earlier when Tony left for the tech convention, but today Bucky was waiting for him in bed when he stumbled back into his room, exhausted from making nice with business rivals all day long.

“I just thought we could do something more satisfying than talking about than scumbag.” Bucky’s lips curl into something that is mostly a smile but tinged with disgust. There is a reason Tony did not smuggle Bucky into the convention. It would have certainly been more entertaining, but Tony could do without the bill for extended damages.

Tony tugs at the blanket, looking at Bucky through his eyelashes. “I’m not sure I should take life advice from a prostitute who chose to call himself Bucky.”

He laughs when Bucky presses his lips together and sits up. “Still my name. Still not a prostitute, doll.”

Tony watches Bucky’s muscles, transfixed enough that he falls into the banter without thinking about his words. The sight is heavenly, so no one can blame him. “And yet you keep taking my money.”

If he had his wallet nearby, he would be tempted to shower Bucky in dollar bills right now. He does not wear enough to stick them somewhere, of course. Perhaps it is time for some new jewellery. Or gold lining for the prosthetic arm. Not that Bucky really needs any enhancement.

“What did that terrible reporter call me?” Bucky asks, amused more than irritated at the press showing up at the most inopportune times. “Your kept man?”

Tony winces but hides it by running a hand through his hair. One of these days, Bucky will grow tired of all the complications coming with Tony. “It was boy toy,” he says, keeping his tone light and adding a suggestive grin. “And that’s easier to write than fiancé.”

It is still a miracle from Tony’s point of view, that he not only stumbled over Bucky and managed to take him home but that they are still together a year later, taking giant leaps towards promising each other forever. Pepper did not believe him and Happy ran a dozen background checks and Tony still expects to wake up one morning and find Bucky gone. This must be a dream. Or one of these truly good things that always, without fail, end too soon.

Bucky hums as he takes his time to look Tony up and down, smiling at what he finds even if it makes Tony rather self-conscious. “You know, my rates go up when I’m with a married man.”

“What?” Tony shakes his head in mock-outrage to hide the way he shivers at hearing Bucky say married. “The penthouse in the middle of Manhattan is not enough?”

They spend most of their time there already, but then it will finally be theirs.

Tapping his hand on the blanket, Bucky looks like he is thinking hard. “I want your weekends,” he then says, sounding snotty like one of the wanna-be business men Tony left downstairs. “Completely. No work, just us.”

And is that not the dream? Waking up next to Bucky, perhaps never even getting out of bed. Eating their meals together, working quietly, just content to be in each other’s company. Tony spent so much time alone, he never figured he would like a simple life like that instead of new conquests every other night. Perhaps he is getting old. Or he was a fool for thinking that he was immune to love when it finally came around.

“You’ll have to clear that with Pepper,” Tony offers instead of saying yes, please.

And Bucky, the smug bastard, simply smiles. “Pepper and I already have a deal. JARVIS and I too. Only you need to get with the program.”

Tony sniffs in mock-annoyance. “Why is it that everybody in my life loves conspiring against me?”

“Because we love you,” Bucky replies without missing a beat, making Tony’s heart swell. “And because you don’t know how to take care of yourself. And now come back to bed.”

Such a little, enormous thing. Love. Tony is done hiding from it.

Yet, he crosses his arms in front of him, trying to emphasize the muscles in his arms. He might not be built like Bucky, but he is not to be dismissed either.

“I am in bed,” he says and does not move.

The bed is too small for that game, really, a far cry from Tony’s king-sized one in the tower. They would only have to reach out their hands to touch, without putting a strain on themselves.

Bucky clicks his tongue. “You’re not in my arms because you needed to yell about Hammer.”

Because Hammer is a dick who insists on following Tony around as if they are actually friends. No matter how direct Tony is getting, Hammer just does not understand a no. Still, Bucky has a point. Hammer has no right to come between them.

“When you say it like that, it does sound like a crime,” Tony says and pushes himself on his knees to lean forward. He does not yet cross the distance completely but Bucky’s hand is there all the same, carding through Tony’s hair in the sweetest of caresses.

“Capital,” he murmurs, voice dripping low again, which makes need stir in Tony’s stomach.

“I’ll reimburse you,” Tony says, leaning into Bucky’s touch. With a small grin, he adds, “I was thinking four hundred bucks?”

A laugh bursts over Bucky’s lips, making him look more delectable than ever. “Stevie will have a heart attack. I’m in.”

Tony can just imagine how Bucky, who is proficient in being a little shit, has been putting crisp hundred-dollar bills into his and Steve’s shared and very battered household cash box. It was nothing but a joke in the beginning because Tony, drunk and lonely, had thought Bucky to be a prostitute one night outside of a club. He had offered a horrendous amount of money if Bucky would come with him, and Bucky, who had been fairly into his cups, too, and tired of Steve pushing him into “having some fun again” agreed. After that, they just kept meeting and sex turned into talking and becoming friends and then something more. One of the luckier mistakes Tony has made while drunk.

“As long as he doesn’t kill me when he finds out the truth.” Tony shrugs. He knows all of Bucky’s friends by now and, surprisingly, gets along with all of them. Some of them might at least be upset if Steve made a move to get rid of him.

Bucky runs his thumb over Tony’s lips. His intense gaze does not match his light tone. “He changes between being horrified and amused that you would dish out your money so easily.”

Steve does know. Or at least he strongly suspects. He gave them both the shovel talk, even if no one called it that, and he would not bother with that if he thought Tony to be nothing more than Bucky’s sugar daddy, or whatever the kids call staged relationships between rich people and their arm candies these days. They have just never explicitly talked about it.

Tony suspects that Steve does not like him very much. That he disapproves of Tony’s fast-paced life and his tendency to spend money without a care. Bucky has repeatedly told him that’s nonsense. Apparently, Steve is glad someone managed to make him enjoy life again – after the military and the whole thing about losing an arm.

In the end, it is easier to send Bucky home with some cash every time, which Bucky can then, sneakily, use to pay Rogers’ bills. Tony is getting some pretty fine artwork out of it, and never-ending reasons to laugh with Bucky, so it is a win-win situation, really.

“You’re worth every penny,” Tony says, as if he has ever cared about money. He also regularly finds neatly folded stacks of dollar bills in his pockets and, one time, his shoes, that he has definitely not put there himself.

“I know.” Bucky grins and then holds out his hand to beckon Tony closer. “Now, come back here. Your hour’s not yet over.”

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Later, thoroughly exhausted and aching in all the right places, they lie in the darkness of the hotel room, Tony cradled in Bucky’s strong arms. It is his favourite place in the world, hidden away from searching eyes and utterly safe.

Tony sometimes wishes Jarvis were alive to see him like this, happy and in a committed relationship. Howard, too, after he spent Tony’s entire childhood reciting his flaws and how he would never amount to anything. Perhaps this is his greatest achievement. Not Stark Industries’ miraculous turn away from producing weaponry. Not the countless patents under his name. Not even his continued friendship with Pepper and Rhodey. But this. Being in love. Being loved in return.

He is running careful circles over Bucky’s skin, wandering from his arm to his back and up his chest. When Bucky sighs, he feels the slight tremor more than he hears an actual sound.

“Do we have to tell the rest of the world?” Bucky asks into the darkness. “Can’t things just stay like this?”

Tony stills, forgets to breathe for a long second. He has a good poker face, but that does not help him while he is naked in another person’s arms.

“They can,” he says belatedly, even when Bucky’s arms have already stiffened around him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like a coward,” Bucky hurries to say.

The mood is already ruined, though. The sweet post-coital glow replaced by the harsh coldness of reality crashing back in.

“You’re everything but a coward,” Tony says, but the vehemence in his tone falls a bit flat since he pushes himself into a sitting position even while he speaks. Bucky tries to keep holding him close but does not force it when Tony wriggles free. “It’s just, people will find out, and it’s better to just get ahead of them. It will still be a shitstorm when I announce you as my husband, and I wish I could spare you all that bullshit, but –”

He shrugs, imagining all the shitty things people will say about him and the “poor guy” he is dragging down with him.

“But it’ll be worse if they find us sneaking around. I know,” Bucky finishes his sentence. He props himself up on his elbow, looking apologetic.

“You don’t –” In his head, Tony had this conversation a thousand times; him nobly offering Bucky an out. It will never be easy, being connected to him, and since Bucky has demons he prefers to remain buried, Tony knows it is unfair to pull him into this mess, especially knowing how it will end. “I mean, you should really think about this. Talk to your friends.”

Bucky rolls his lips together, then pulls them up in an estimate of a smile. Neither of them comments on how strained it ends up. “You mean Steve, who still pretends to believe you’re paying me for sex and nothing more?”

The joke falls flat and still Tony wishes he could pick it up, could pretend he does not have to take Bucky’s worries seriously because everything will turn out fine in the end.

“You know what I mean,” he replies a little impatiently. He does not want this to culminate in a I told you so situation before they part forever. “Don’t do this because you feel obligated or anything. I won’t hold it against you if you want to back out.”

Tony cannot look at Bucky, afraid of what he will see. Even the slightest bit of hesitation will be his undoing. He never knew how to do anything half measure. If he falls for someone, he does so with his entire being. He never much cared for saving himself, and he does so even less now.

Bucky reaches out and takes his hand, squeezing until Tony gives up and finds Bucky’s eyes.

“I want you, Tony,” he says, with his voice and his gaze, and means it.

Still, Tony tries to harden himself against that. “You’d get a nice sum so you won’t have to worry about the flat or the maintenance for the arm and –”

A finger on his lips cuts him off and he complies happily, even if does not allow himself to feel relief yet.

“You should shut up know and kiss me,” Bucky says, orders really and tugs at Tony’s hand, trying to pull him back down.

“I mean it, Bucky.” Tony raises both their hands to his lips and presses a small, desperate kiss against Bucky’s skin. “What we have is nice but I come with a lot of baggage.”

He does not mean to sound dismissive and yet he catches the hurt flickering over Bucky’s face. What they have is not just nice.

“Don’t tell me about baggage,” Bucky snaps, but his face immediately softens. He sits up too, then, and scoots close enough that his knee rests against Tony’s thigh. “You know all of my bullshit too.”

True enough, Tony’s story is a lot less bloody than Bucky’s, a lot less traumatic too, although Sam likes to preach that they cannot compare trauma, that everybody reacts differently and objectivity has nothing to do with it.

“But yours doesn’t come with stupid reporters following your every step,” Tony argues and that, at least, is true. Nobody can dispute that.

Bucky’s eyes crinkle when he looks at Tony. “I love you, Tony,” he says and the words, as always, break free a storm in Tony’s chest. “Don’t worry about me. I love you and that’s all that matters.”

That should be enough, but Tony is a worrier. “You say that now,” he says, very quietly, almost hoping that Bucky will not catch it. But Bucky is practiced at gauging his moods and reading between the lines.

Bucky shrugs, carefree enough that some of the weight drops off Tony’s chest. “If they become too much we’ll simply fly to your private island and hide until they grow bored.”

Against his will, a smile tugs at Tony’s lips. “It won’t be that easy.” But he imagines that it could be. They could take his plane and vanish before anyone knows what is happening. Pepper would murder him, of course, but she wants him happy, too. They could work it out.

“I know but I don’t care.”

They should leave it at that. Tony leans forward, rest his head against Bucky’s shoulder. Sometimes it is still unreal, the way Bucky is always willing to hold him.

“What if you’ll regret it?” Tony asks against Bucky’s skin, barely more than a whisper. “What if you’ll regret me?”

That is how his greatest fear shifted. From not wanting to die alone, from never finding what Jarvis and Ana had, to losing this.

“I won’t,” Bucky promises, soft and determined enough that Tony cannot help but believe him. “And before you protest, I could ask you the same thing.”

Tony snaps up his head to squint up at Bucky. “You’re brilliant,” he intones, full of the conviction he always lacks when it comes to himself. “The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Bucky smiles as he did something clever. “There you have your answer.”

A grimace pulls on Tony’s face. He does not like being played, not even for his own benefit. “But I’m me and you’re – you,” he tries, one last time. He gets tired of doubt, does not want it to ruin the good moments they have.

“And don’t you ever change.” With that, Bucky pulls him closer again. “Now, let’s talk about nicer things. Or better yet, stop talking.”

That is the best idea Tony has heard all night. All week, really, with all those bumbling idiots here for the convention.

“You’re insatiable,” Tony says as he shifts to better fit against Bucky, skin against skin, lust blooming again inside his gut.

Chuckling, Bucky presses his lips against Tony’s neck, slowly working his way upwards. “I just want you to get your money’s worth.”

That stupid joke will never grow old. “Then better get working. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a billionaire.”

Instead of wasting any more air on words, Bucky pulls Tony closer, sealing their lips together in what feels like a promise. Tony still does not know how he managed to get so lucky to have Bucky in his life, but he knows he would not change a thing.

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The Shape of My Heart

Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Warnings: Violence, Threesome, Smut, Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Jealousy, Polyamory, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Stucky, Spanking

A/N: One of my resolutions in 2020 is to finish this story. It’s on AO3 but I thought I’d bring it here to pull me back into it.

This is not a dark fic and there’s an OC instead of a reader.

Christine Danforth is an FBI agent and data analyst sent to help the Avengers with a special mission. She picked a career in computer science because she’s an empath in denial who’d like some pleasurable company now and again but no heavy emotions and all the drama that comes with them. Enjoying what she thought would be a quick fling with Bucky Barnes was her first mistake. Especially when she figures out that he just needs someone’s love to get him through until the man he loves comes to his senses and realizes they could be happy together. Falling for a lovesick, guilt-ridden Steve Rogers is her second mistake. Especially when she realizes that she’s the map he needs to the man he loves but doesn’t believe he deserves. When both soldiers figure out they need more than just each other, will they be able to save Christine when she runs from them? Will a broken heart and the danger swirling all around them lead her to make a final, fatal mistake?

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Bucky’s heart was flying as he took in the two things his heart had been aching for.

Steve was stretched out on his bed, just like back in the Howling Commando days. His big, beautiful frame still in his Captain America uniform, his beautiful blue eyes watching Bucky with so much hope it made him want to cry.

His Stevie. Bucky was so fucking grateful that some things never changed.

“You want to see him, doll?” Bucky asked, loving the way her big gray eyes widened at the offer. “You want to see how gorgeous my little punk is?”

Steve’s eyes squeezed shut. Yes, Stevie, I can guess how many decades it’s been since I last called you that and I’m going take you apart just like I did back then too.

Chris nodded. Bucky knew she wouldn’t let him down. He could almost bet that she’d never played like this before, but oh, he could feel her interest. And he now knew that she could read their emotions. Being an empath would be so useful for this. He would go slow with Chris to start, especially considering how they started out with vanilla sex. At least he knew how to entice her, to drive her crazy with want.

“You going to be good for us, Stevie?” Bucky asked meaningfully. “You gonna let me show her how beautiful you are?”

Color darkened Steve’s face, but he nodded, looking from one to the other in faux concern.

Okay, his Stevie wasn’t the best actor.

Bucky wasn’t worried about Steve with Chris at all. Steve would worship her, fuck her so gently. Chris was small for a woman, smaller than Peggy had been. Bucky couldn’t wait for Steve to experience the exquisite feel of being inside of her, the taste of her. He knew his Stevie’s tastes. There were things they both enjoyed from women and Chris ticked off every point on both lists.

Bucky began to roughly pull the suit off, motioning for Chris to help him. The pretty little blush on her face as she pulled one arm free, had him chuckling. They were going to have so much fun with Stevie tonight. Bucky would make him suffer just a little. Steve had almost messed up everything with Chris. He’d get the story later but whatever Steve had done next? Well, he was far from complaining since this was the end result.

Steve had been just as afraid and dramatic when he’d rescued Bucky in Azzano and had no idea how to tell him he was in love with Peggy Carter and her lover. He’d damned near fucked that up too but Peggy, beautiful, strong Peggy, had stalked Bucky until the two of them had talked and worked everything out, deciding what they could all three agree on.

Those days before he fell from the train had been some of the best days of his life and he knew Steve felt the same way. He’d always told Steve he’d be willing to share him with the right woman, and Peggy had certainly been that. They were among some of the first memories that had come back to him once he’d broken free of HYDRA’s control.

Moving over to his dresser, he pulled out one of the lower drawers, pulling out a set of enhanced handcuffs he’d lifted on a mission they’d been on to Israel. Sure, he’d had hopes of what he might have the chance to do with them. He hoped one day Steve would come around, be his again.

And here it was. They’d freed his upper body before Bucky grabbed the rest at this waist and pulled hard. Chris scrambled to pull off his boots while Bucky stripped Steve bare.

Bucky allowed Chris to get a good look, not surprised at her lengthy stare. Steve was a masterpiece, all that fair skin littered with old scars, most of which Bucky could explain the origins of. All of him powerful, sculpted. The serum had enhanced every bit of him, including that magnificent cock that currently held Chris’s attention was already almost at full mast.

Grabbing Steve roughly by the arm, he hauled him up the bed, clamping one side of the cuffs around his wrist none too gently before threading his other arm through the bars and fastening the other cuff to secure his other wrist. Bucky had situated him on one side of the huge bed, leaving plenty of room next to him.

Steve looked up at him, helplessly, it was… delicious. In truth, Steve might just be able to get out of the enhanced cuffs, but he knew better than to try. Bucky flashed him a warning gaze.

Bucky leaned over Steve on the bed, just as he had Chris earlier. “How did you want me to punish you, Stevie?” he whispered against Steve’s lips.

Steve stretched up, trying to kiss Bucky. Bucky pulled back.

“Anything,” Steve muttered, fully erect now. “Whatever you want to do. I can take it.”

Bucky’s grin widened. “I know you can. I’m counting on it.”

Bucky rose and began to pull off his own uniform, stripping first to his waist.

“Chris,” Bucky whispered, “Come here, beautiful.”

Bucky waited at the foot of the bed for Chris to walk over to him, just at arm’s length.

“You ever done anything like this before?” Bucky asked her, pretty sure of the answer already.

Chris shook her head, her pale blonde tresses framing her face.

“Do you want to play?” he had to ask. “With us? Do you consent?”

Chris looked nervous as she glanced at Steve and back to him. “Yes, I do.”

“Sure?” Bucky watched her expression carefully. “You consent to both of us? If you don’t want Steve to touch you, and it’s not looking like he’ll be allowed anytime soon anyway, that’s just fine.”

Steve’s eyes were dark with lust as he waited for her reaction. Bucky wondered if Steve realized his mouth was hanging open.

Bucky stepped closer, taking her shaking hands in his. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, doll. I promise.”

Taking a deep calming breath, she glanced up into his eyes. “I consent to… both of you.”

Bucky was hoping for that, smiling over to where Steve watched. His cock twitched as Bucky watched.

“Did you hear that, Stevie? She consents to both of us. But you can’t touch her unless I say. You got that?”

Steve nodded emphatically. “Yes, Sarge.”

Bucky gently cupped her face in his flesh hand, enjoying the way she slightly trembled under his touch. Gently he lowered his head to claim her mouth in a soft, romantic kiss, just teasing her. As he deepened the kiss, he reached for the buckles on the Kevlar vest she wore, moving quickly to remove it from her slight frame.

Chris smoothed her hands over his bare chest and he hummed in contentment. He had missed her touch, her taste. He let his eyes slide closed as he just took a moment to savor the fact that she was touching him once again, something he had begun to doubt would happen again.

Chris allowed him to pull off the tactical jacket, shirt, leaving her in a lacy, purple bra that encased those beautiful breasts of hers to their advantage.

Wanting Steve to get a better look, Bucky scooped her up in his arms, carrying her over to the bed and setting her down right next to Steve. He situated her so she was facing the headboard and him.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Steve?” Bucky whispered as he trailed a metal finger from her shoulder down to her arm, smiling at the gooseflesh he raised. Then he trailed it back up and down her chest, hooking that metal index finger in the cup of her bra, pulling it down enough to show a hard, pink nipple.

Steve’s eyes followed the motion carefully, he licked his lips.

“Answer,” Bucky said firmly.

“Yes,” Steve answered. “She’s so beautiful.”

“That she is,” Bucky told him, reaching around slowly, so slowly she could stop him if she wished, to unfasten her bra. When she didn’t move to stop him, his flesh hand pulled it away from her to reveal two perfect, white breasts with the smallest pink centers, both diamond hard.

Bucky scooped her up, pulling her over to straddle his lap and putting those delicious breasts just where he wanted them. But he didn’t go for them first. No, he wanted to warm her up, to make his Stevie drool. Bucky kissed her mouth again, so slow and sweet, drawing the sweetest moan from her. Knowing how sensitive she was behind her ears, down the long column of her neck, Bucky devastated her with soft lips, soft touches of his tongue.

By the time he reached her breasts, her hands were buried in her hair, holding on to him way more tightly than he was to her. Even better while his tongue teased and laved those tiny little nipples of hers, she was grinding down on him, moaning more wantonly now.

Next to them, Steve’s breath was coming fast. Bucky saw him glance up at one of his wrists.

“Don’t even think about it, Stevie,” Bucky warned before sucking one eager pink peak into his mouth and moaning around it, prompting a cry from her this time. It was music to his ears.

The second moan, not hers, pleased him just as much.

Easing her off his lap, Bucky worked at pulling off her combat boots, her pants. Bucky smiled at the matching panties she wore, smirking as he hooked his thumbs in the sides and pulled them down. Bucky watched her blush furiously as he brought them up to his face, inhaling deeply.

“Mmmm.” Bucky let her pull her legs together as she watched, trying to hide from him. Reaching over, he pressed the lacy garment to Steve’s face. “Doesn’t she smell good, Stevie?”

Steve was writhing now, he moaned breathing in. “Yes. God, yes.”

“She tastes even better,” Bucky told him, leaving her panties by Steve’s head. “What do you say, Chris? Can I have a taste?”

When she didn’t answer right away, Bucky again lifted her, this time placing her over Steve. He arranged Chris on her stomach, directly on top of Steve. He placed her palms flat on the impressive expanse of Steve’s chest. Her abdomen pressed against the hard rod of his cock.

Steve’s eyes smoldered as he watched Bucky climb between his legs, pulling her legs apart. Her positioning made it so easy for him to pull her cheeks apart and start teasing her with his mouth. He started by tracing around her entrance with his tongue before sliding it down to tease her pearl. Over and over he repeated the pattern to wind her up, loving how vocal she was when he did this. Knowing Steve was watching her face as he took her apart. Knowing she was squirming heavily against a very painful looking erection.

“Bucky,” Chris pleaded when he slid a finger inside her, seeking her g-spot and finding it quickly.

“There beautiful?”

“Ahhhh,” Chris cried out, while he worked her with his mouth and fingers.

“Is she ready to come, Steve?” Bucky paused only long enough to ask.

“Sh-she’s close,” Steve muttered. “She’s so close.”

“Does she feel good against you, Stevie?” Bucky continued.

“So, so good,” he whispered.

“Don’t you dare come,” Bucky told him. “You understand?”

“Y-yes, Sarge,” Steve replied.

“Good, now watch while I make her come,” Bucky told him, doubling his efforts between the thighs of their girl. “Chris, baby, I want you to come. Right here on my tongue. Let go, beautiful. Give it to me.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around her hips, holding her tightly to his mouth and began to devastate her with it. It didn’t take long, within seconds while she fought uselessly in his clutches, Chris cried out as her orgasm took her over. It was all made even better knowing Steve was watching pleasure overwhelm her.

Chris collapsed on top of Steve who was nudging up against her, seeking friction.

“Ah-ah, Stevie,” Bucky warned, lifting Chris off him entirely with ease, pulling her to curl up into his own lap. He gently stroked a hand down her back. “How are you feeling, doll?”

“I-I just need a minute,” she whispered, leaning against the warmth of his chest.

Bucky made sure he was close enough to Steve, to lean over him and claim his mouth with a scorching kiss. It was all the worse because he was feeding Steve a taste of Chris. Steve’s moan at that taste was a deep rumble in his chest.

“Do you like how she tastes, Stevie?” Bucky asked politely.

“God, Buck, please,” Steve begged.

“Please what?” Bucky teased. “You wanted me to punish you. Is this not… good?”

“Please… I need…”

Bucky ignored him.

“What would you like next?” Bucky asked Chris, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“Me?” Chris asked, looking from Steve who was taking his punishment beautifully but starting to lose control, to Bucky who was ready to make good on his offer.

“Yes, you. Anything you want,” Bucky whispered in her ear with his eyes on Steve.

“I want you, Bucky,” Chris said. “Inside me.”

“How do you want me?” he asked, grinning at Steve.

Chris grinned at him over her shoulder. “Any way I want?”

Bucky loved the evil little glint in her eyes. “Any way you want.”

Chris climbed off his lap and Bucky almost laughed when she reached Steve’s head, straddling it and facing his cock. The sweet, sweet center of her was mere inches above Steve's face. He thought Steve’s eyes would bug out of his head.

“Please,” Steve begged her. “Please.”

Chris, adorable thing that she was, shook her cute little ass. “Will you take me like this?” she asked Bucky.

The little minx. Bucky knew the minute Steve realized her position wouldn’t benefit him at all, grinned as he arranged himself behind her, making sure his legs were touching Steve’s arms. He slid right into her velvety heat, hissing at the tight fit of her around his own aching cock.

Then he remembered, slid out. “Wait,” Bucky told her.

She stopped him with a hand to his hip. “It’s okay,” she explained. “I’m covered on birth control now. If you’re clean.”

“I am,” Bucky said happily. “I’ve been with no one else since you.”

“Okay.” Chris hummed as he slid back inside her.

“I’m clean too… in case that’s ever… a question,” Steve griped from below them and Bucky barked out a laugh at the resentful tone.

“Do I need to make this worse for you punk?” He began thrusting, knowing Steve had a really good view of where their bodies joined.

“No.”

Glancing over her shoulder, Bucky saw Steve’s cock was angry red, hard and leaking. It did look painful. Because he wanted to level both of his lovers and he just missed his Stevie too much to resist, Bucky gently pushed Chris’s hips down. Her legs spread wider, just pressing against Steve’s perfect biceps. She assumed he was making a minor adjustment to their position.

A few more thrusts, he kept them shallow and easy on purpose, and he pushed her further down. He had to grin when he noticed Steve trying to move his arms to make room for her. One more push and her gasp filled the rooms as he put them in reach of Steve’s mouth. He felt the low moan throughout his body from below them, hissing in pleasure to feel Steve’s tongue on his balls.

Bucky knew when Steve fastened onto her clit, her entire body froze. “Bucky,” she pleaded.

“I’m right here, doll,” he whispered into her ear, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit her g-spot now. Chris cried out as his grip tightened over her hips, holding her still for Steve’s mouth and his thrusts. On and on it went and Bucky was honestly impressed how long she made it. Finally, Chris came screaming, calling out both of their names as her passage tightened around him again and again.

Bucky barely hung on. Chris collapsed but rolled to Steve’s side and lay panting with her eyes closed.

Moving around to straddle Steve’s chest, Bucky finished in Steve’s mouth, roaring out the best orgasm he could remember having in many, many years.

He’d missed Steve so much. Freeing his arms, Bucky leaned down to kiss his long-time lover, tasting himself and loving that too. Even though he couldn’t have had much feeling in his arms and hands after that, Steve sank his fingers into Bucky’s hair, kissing him with everything he had even though he was still painfully hard.

Bucky pulled back to gently rub Chris’s back. “You awake?” he asked playfully.

“Barely,” Chris huffed.

“Your call, doll,” Bucky told her. “Should we let Steve come now?”

Lifting her head, she glanced from Bucky to Steve to that impressive cock and nodded.

“You say how,” Bucky told her.

Chris climbed in between Steve’s powerful thighs, running her hands up and down and all around his cock before her small hands wrapped around him. Steve cried out at the touch.

“Just be careful, doll,” Bucky instructed. “He’s very sensitive right now.”

“Okay.”

When Chris began to kitten lick him, his hips shot off the bed. Bucky immediately captured Steve’s hands, pinning them to the bed.

“Your hips don’t move, pal,” Bucky told him. “They move again, I pull her off.”

Steve’s blue eyes were wide, he nodded.

“Go ahead, doll,” Bucky told her.

It didn’t take long. Chris could only take so much of Steve in, but she worked what she couldn’t get in her mouth admirably well with her hands. Steve moaned, cried out as she licked him, sucked him. Finally, his breathing took off, his entire body tensed up.

“I’m –“ Steve looked worried.

“It’s okay, Stevie,” Bucky told him, knowing what Chris wanted.

Finally, Steve came, his cries filled the room while Chris swallowed down what she could. While she finished, Bucky went to fetch warm washcloths from the bathroom, happy to have laid waste to his two blonde lovers there in his bed. After cleaning them off, he went back into the bathroom to clean himself up a little.

When he returned, he smiled to find both of them there, under the covers, lights out, with a generous amount of space between them.

“This space for me?” Bucky asked with a grin, crawling up the bed.

Chris nodded, blinking at him like a sleepy owl. Steve had arranged for her to be on the side with his flesh arm. Still a gentleman, even after being thoroughly debauched.

Chris laid her head on that shoulder, Steve cuddled up to Bucky with his head sharing his pillow. One long, powerful arm wrapped around him and Chris.

“Good night,” Bucky said happily in the darkness.

Chris was asleep already and Steve hummed happily.

It had been a very long time since Bucky had felt so content and at peace.

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