#Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

[averyfromzero]

Tasty Sandwich

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pairing: chris evans x anthony mackie summary: chris offers his home for his friend anthony to stay over while filming a movie in boston. things take a wild and steamy turn when anthony catches chris gooning over his underwear. notes: smut 🔞, canon universe, top anthony, bottom chris, lots of spit/slobber, "gooner" concept, degradation words: 4,752

To film his upcoming action film, Rapid and Angry, Anthony Mackie had to fly all the way to Boston to film his scenes.  Having to stay there for many weeks, his longtime friend and co-star in many films, Chris Evans offered Anthony his place for him to stay as long as he needed. And because they were already close friends, they didn’t have to worry about acting shy when living together. 

As soon as Chris heard that Anthony would be filming in his hometown he immediately called and offered his place for Anthony to stay over, saying that it would be easier than wasting money on a hotel room. What Anthony didn't know was that Chris had a major crush on him but was always too scared of saying anything.

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10:15am. Chris looks at the clock, nervous that Anthony is late 15 minutes from the time he said he’d arrive. He paces the living room nervously with his hand propped up to his face as he bites his nails.

C’mon, c’mon. Where is he? He says in his head.

*ding dong*

As the doorbell rings, Chris sprints to the front door.

“Oh, hey, man!” Chris says as he opens the door, trying to sound casual and relaxed. He leaned awkwardly on the doorframe, giving off his best goofy smile as the backwards cap on his head gave him that frat guy image.

“Hey, Chris! Sorry, it took me a while to get a cab,” Anthony explained as he stepped inside with his bags.

“No worries, man. Come on, lemme show you to your room.”

Chris led Anthony to the inside of his house, not worrying about introducing him to every room as Anthony had already visited a couple times before.

“Here,” he stopped in front of one of the rooms in the hallway. “You can put your clothes in the closet and everything. Make yourself at home, bro!”

“Thanks,” Anthony said with a little chuckle as he placed his bags down on the floor of his temporary bedroom. “Can I use your bathroom? Gotta take this plane stank, man.”

“Sure! The bathroom is just down the hallway. Last door,” Chris instructed. “I’ll arrange something for us to eat in the meantime, you must be starving!”

Anthony just chuckled before closing the door to remove his clothes and go to the bathroom.

In the kitchen, Chris whistled playfully as he brought out some bread and other ingredients to prepare some large sandwiches. He was excited and nervous to have his friend over and wanted him to feel welcome.

10 minutes later, everything was ready. The sandwiches were done – big and full, by the way – and other snacks were placed on the counter alongside a bottle of soda.

Ready to give his friend a warm welcome, Chris walked to Anthony’s room with the tray of food.

The door was half-closed and Chris peered inside, seeing that it was empty and noticing Anthony hadn’t finished his shower yet, with the sound of the running water in the back of the hall giving him the verdict. He was about to leave and wait in the living room when his eyes came across something on Anthony’s bed.

It was his underwear. Tossed and clearly used.

Something in Chris’ head clicked and he couldn’t help but step inside. He walked closer and placed the tray on the bedside table as he kept his eyes glued to the underwear. He reached out with his hand, mouth already watering.

He picked up Anthony’s used undies and brought it up to his face, pressing it against his nose and deeply inhaling his friend’s musky scent. His eyes cross slightly as the smell of Anthony’s sweat and dried cum invade his nostrils.

Chris’ bulge grows big as he gets lost in the most intimate smell of his friend. His hand almost unconsciously travels under his pants and wraps around his thick and long shaft as he strokes himself slowly while repeatedly inhaling Anthony’s musk.

At some point, Chris completely forgets that his friend could come into the room at any time and decided to strip his clothes, completely invested in pleasuring himself to the musky scent in Anthony’s boxers.

Laying on the bed with his legs spread, cock standing up in its full 9-inches glory, Chris kept his eyes closed as he completely tuned out every sound around him and focused on smelling every scent from the underwear, from the smell of the fabric to the sweat on the taint. The intense odor made his eyes cross under his lids and his tongue unintentionally stick out, drool dripping from it.

The only time he ever opened his eyes was to see where the single cum stain was and dive his nose onto it again, smelling the salty substance released from Anthony's member at some point during the day. Stroking his cock until it was harder than a rock and dripping with pre-cum, Chris drove himself to a high he had never been before, with his sensorial parts being stimulated to their fullest to the realization that he was smelling his hot friend’s cum.

He was seconds away from the most intense orgasm he ever had when something stopped him.

The sound of Anthony clearing his throat made Chris’ eyes pop open and hand stop dead in its tracks. He took a second to have any other reaction before he hurriedly looked for the blanket to poorly cover himself and start babbling nonsensical words in desperation.

“Tsk tsk,” Anthony said, voice deep and stern. “Wouldn’t take you for a gooner, Chris. Such a pathetic sight you almost eating my dirty underwear.” 

Chris turned red in embarrassment. But under the thin blanket, his cock twitched at Anthony’s comment. The latter noticed the movement under the sheet.

Teasing, Anthony stepped closer slowly, arms crossed and the white of the towel around his waist striking against his wet chocolate skin. The almost mean expression on his face prepared Chris for what was to come.

“Wanna act like a pathetic slut?” He said, daring. “Then I’m gonna make you act like a pathetic slut.”

Before Chris could even try to speak up, Anthony interrupted.

“On your knees.” His voice sounded deeper than usual. Chris’ member once again twitched under the sheets.

“I said, on your knees,” he demanded. “Now.”

Chris slipped off the bed, the blanket going down with him but falling on the floor as his erect cock dripped in shameful arousal. He placed himself on his knees in front of Anthony, face inches from his friend’s huge bulge.

Silently, Anthony untied the towel and around him and let it fall to the floor, revealing his engorged 12-inch cock. It looked juicy. It was thick and veiny, the drops of water on it making it shine a glossy brown with the bulbous head smacking Chris’ in the face. It felt heavy.

“Now you’re gonna worship my cock, you dirty bitch.”

Chris’ watering mouth opened slightly at the comment. All that name calling was making his insides twist and turn in excitement.

“Come on, slut. I know you wanna worship your master’s cock.”

“Yes, master.” Chris said softly, voice nearly inaudible as he spoke up for the first time since Anthony walked in on him. As Chris wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, Anthony smirked, knowing damn well he’s got his friend wrapped on his finger. Chris parted his lips wide and welcomed Anthony’s dripping tip into his warm drooling mouth. As the first taste of his cock invaded his tongue, Chris went cross eyed and eagerly started to bog his head on the dick.

Anthony moaned lowly at the feeling of his friend’s hot and wet mouth around his member. He couldn’t help but place a hand on Chris’ head and motion him to go deeper.

As the minutes passed by, Chris took Anthony deeper into his mouth, inch by inch. His drool spread across his face and all over the huge cock as he stroked the shaft in the same rhythm he went up and down on the wet cock, the sound of his mouth against the slob-covered skin reverberating through the room. The filthy sounds and the sight in front of him made Anthony go wild. Soon, he was fucking Chris’ face as if it was a fuck toy.

Anthony’s moans became louder and more gutural as the sound of his dick going in and out of Chris’ drooling mouth became more frantic. Chris’ eyes were almost completely crossed and he kept slobbering all over Anthony’s 12 inch cock, going completely dumb over it.

Soon, Chris tapped on Anthony’s thighs hurriedly, signaling he needed some air. Anthony then removed himself from Chris’ mouth and the wet popping sound of the lips unwrapping from his drooled cock made him twitch. A string of spit connected Chris’ red used lips to the tip of the engorged member.

“Fuck,” Anthony exhaled. “You slut, you drooled all over my cock. Look at that pathetic face, all messy.”

He gave Chris just a few seconds before he went in again, hands on each side of his face and cock ready to fuck his drooled mouth one more time. Chris wrapped his hand on Anthony’s cock again and prepared himself. Anthony went in, driving his spit-covered shaft into Chris’ abused mouth. Slower than before, Anthony told Chris to bob his head as he thrusted in a less aggressive pace. Soon, the sound of sloppy suctions filled the room again.

“Oh, yeah,” Anthony dragged out a groan. “Fuck, that feels so good. Fucking slobber on my big fucking cock you little slut”

Chris moaned around the huge cock in his mouth. The taste of Anthony’s dick, mixed with the excessive drool, and pre-cum wetting everything from his face and hands to the base of Anthony’s member, made Chris want more and more.

But Chris’ jaw was starting to hurt. Keeping his mouth open so wide to fit that huge cock for that long was starting to get to him. So he tried to pull off Anthony's dick.

As Chris tried to slide off Anthony’s wet length, the latter pressed him down by the nape, making him slide back down again. And again. And again. Until Chris was gagging on his cock, nose pressed against his smooth crotch. The sound was so arousing, Chris’ throat struggling with something so big inside it. But Anthony didn’t want to hurt Chris, so he let go.

Chris slid off the cock as soon as his head was free from pressure, coughing from the struggle. Not only a string, but quite a lot of drool connected to his tired mouth to the shimmering shaft of Anthony’s giant cock. Slobber was also smeared across Chris’ beard and chest hairs, resulting in a beautifully filthy image. Anthony fought the urge to take a picture of the sight.

“Look at that,” Anthony chuckled. “Such a filthy little slut, you are. Covered in spit, so messy and sloppy. You look so fucking sexy covered in this mess.”

Chris looked absolutely filthy. And he loved it. Not once did he try to wipe his face and clean the slobber covering him. His mouth, his face, his beard, his chest and hands were all slick with spit.

After he had a few more seconds to breathe again, Anthony demanded, “now make me cum, slut. I wanna see that pretty face covered in my jizz.”

Taking a deep breath, Chris leaned in once again, promptly wrapping his fingers around the shaft one more time and kissing the tip before enveloping the head in the warmth of his mouth. This time, Anthony stayed back watching, letting the other do all the work.

With spit gathering up the more Chris sucked him, the sound of his hands jerking Anthony’s huge cock was loud and sticky. His lips were glossy red as they worked their way up and down the wet shaft. Chris’ pace quickened by the minute and soon his movements were frantic. Anthony’s moans grew louder as he neared his high, which motivated Chris to please him as much as he could.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Anthony warned, voice strained and airy.

Chris stopped at the tip, lips wrapped around the head like in a sloppy kiss and his hands made the work, stroking each inch of Anthony’s incredibly large cock. The wetness of the slobber helped Chris do the work.

Soon, Anthony took over and grabbed his cock, removing it from Chris’ mouth and jerking it in front of the other’s face. Chris stuck his tongue out in a filthy expression and waited, eager to receive his master’s milk. Within a matter of seconds Anthony came, shooting his warm milk all over Chris' already sloppy face, with some sticking to his beard and some falling onto his chest. Anthony shot rope after rope of cum in a never ending orgasm that left Chris’ face soaked in jizz. 

“Fuck. That was so much cum, master” Chris let out, voice hoarse from all the sucking. “I’m completely covered in your milk.”

Chris got up, knees red from the position he was at, and reached up to his face, fingers about to wipe the cum off his face before Anthony stopped him, grabbing his wrist. “Don’t. I wanna see that pretty face of yours covered in cum when I fuck you, slut” Anthony said, voice firm and dominant. “Now lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

As obedient as ever, Chris did as he was told and got on the bed, promptly laying back on the sheets and spreading his legs, awaiting Anthony’s next instructions. His cum-covered face was the hottest and filthiest sights Anthony had ever seen, he thought.

Anthony then kneeled on the mattress and positioned himself between Chris’ muscular legs, fingers wrapped around his girthy cock, leading it to the other’s awaiting hole. “Fuck me, master” Chris let out. “I wanna feel that big cock ripping me apart.”

“Oh, yeah?” Anthony smirked, teasing Chris’ hole with the large head of his dick. “You slut, you wanna feel my cock all the way inside you, huh?”

“Yes, master. Please, fuck me,” he pleaded.

Giving in to the other’s desires, Anthony pressed in. Chris’ hole was pink and tight, unprepared to receive such a large cock. But Chris liked it like that, he loved feeling the burn of something so big entering him raw.

“Fuck~” Anthony dragged out. “You’re so fucking tight, you filthy slut.”

As Anthony slid his way into Chris slowly, getting all 12 inches in, he looked at the other’s cum-soaked face. Chris never looked so handsome and dirty at the same time. Anthony’s huge cock was ripping through his insides, giving Chris the most pleasurable pain he ever felt, a burn so arousing his dick pulsated and precum dripped from its tip.

“Fuck, master. You feel so good,” Chris moaned, voice weak and airy. “Fuck me with that horse cock you got, master. Fuck me.” He crossed eye as he felt the last inch of Anthony’s big dick enter him, hitting him in all the right spots and making him the fullest he had ever had.

After Chris got used to the pressure within him, Anthony started moving slowly. As he slid back and forth in Chris’ hole, the other’s expression of pure pleasure would intensify. Chris' gooner face told Anthony just how much of a slut his friend was and how much he was enjoying having his hole obliterated by his cock.

“M-master,” Chris stuttered as Anthony pounded his hole so hard it made his body tremble. “It feels so fucking good, I’m fucking drooling,” a string of spit ran down the corner of Chris’ mouth as his pleasured intensified. Chris’ mouth was open and Anthony could see his tongue sticking out, all slobbered up and dripping. It was such a dirty image.

“You’re such a whore, Evans,” Anthony let out, voice breathy from all the pounding he was doing. Anthony’s chest was glistening with sweat and Chris fought the urge to lean forward and lick his friend’s delicious skin with his wet tongue.

As Anthony gave a hard thrust, Chris squirmed, feeling his prostate getting hit by the bulbous head of Mackie’s cock. “Fuck~” Chris let out, almost growling with his voice hoarse and airy. “Fuck me, master. I can’t get enough of your fucking cock.”

“Oh, yeah?” Anthony said. “You like my cock fucking you open, you slut? You like that?” he completed as he grabbed Chris’ ankles and opened his legs wider, fucking him faster than before.

Chris’ moans became louder and his squirms became more constant as he felt his prostate being hit over and over again. His mouth kept drooling over his face and his tongue stuck out as if he was looking for something to lick. Chris’ eyes moved as a response to the incredible pleasure he was experiencing.

Chris couldn’t help it anymore, the more Anthony fucked him, the more he wanted to move closer and lick every part of his body as his ass got destroyed. “Fuck” he let out once more before leaning in and, with his mouth still open and dripping with slobber, licking and sucking all over Anthony’s plump and sweaty chest, leaving a trail of spit everywhere.

With his face still covered in Anthony’s cum, Chris pressed his nose against the crease between Mackie’s pecs and drooled over it, also leaving behind some of Anthony’s own cum on his skin. When he leaned back, he saw the sinful painting he did on his friend with his slobber and Anthony’s cum. “Fuck.” Somehow, the sight made Chris even hornier, making his mouth open wider and his tongue stuck out further in arousal.

Chris batted his eye over Anthony’s delicious brown nipples and dove in again, promptly sucking on them as he once again smeared Mackie’s own cum around with his eagerness. 

Anthony continued to pound into Chris' messy hole, ramming his huge cock into his prostate again and again. Chris felt that he could cum any second, sucking onto Anthony’s nipple harder the closer he felt to the edge.

Unfazed, Anthony repeatedly hit Chris’ spot over and over forcefully. Chris felt more and more sensitive with each strike and frowned as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was about to cum. Hard.

After a few more seconds, Anthony gave one more thrust – especially hard – right onto Chris’ prostate, drawing a desperate moan out of him as he let go of his nipple and accidentally spit over his chest (again). Chris’ grip on Anthony’s shoulder sharpened and he felt his hole quiver and squeeze unconsciously as he reached his high. “I’m gonna fucking cum” Chris let out, voice trembling and tight.

Chris’ cock pulsed as cum shot out of him at a forceful speed, landing right onto Anthony’s abs and chest. The moans that came out of him as he kept cumming were deep and hoarse, and he clung onto Anthony tightly as he drew out his orgasm. While on cloud nine, Chris unintentionally slobbered onto Anthony’s shoulder. He looked helpless.

Anthony laughed at his friend’s state. “So pathetic. Couldn’t even control yourself, you slut. Came all over me, untouched,” he mocked him. “So soon too, huh? Pitiful.” Chris let out a small moan at the comment, cock still buried inside him, hard and brushing at his abused prostate.

Anthony looked as Chris had slobber all over his face and tongue out like a dumb slut. Looking down at his own chest, he saw the wet spots where Chris had drooled and spit over while being pounded crazy. And he was about to make him goon even more.

That’s when Anthony started thrusting again, speedy and forceful, pounding Chris’ hole over and over again, not caring that the latter was sensitive and overstimulated. It just made everything hotter. Chris’ face looked dumber and dumber as his eyes rolled back, his tongue stuck out and slobber kept dripping out of his mouth, turning his face into an even dirtier mess.

The sound of Anthony’s hips slamming against Chris’ reddened buttocks filled the air once again, somehow even louder. Chris couldn’t help but let out rhythmic moans and groans each time Anthony thrusted in, head cloudy with overstimulation and sensitiveness. He felt like a dirty slut. “Fu-fuck me! Feels so fucking good, fuck” his voice came out in an almost-unintelligible ramble. 

The more Chris looked gone, the more Anthony wanted to fuck him. His hips weren’t slowing down anytime soon regardless if he had been fucking Chris for a long time. He was invested. There was no pain or tiredness that could stop him from abusing his friend’s gaping hole, which started to let out the air Anthony was fucking into him.

Anthony started feeling his climax coming up for the second time as his thrusts became sloppier. Chris’ dirty gooner face was making him so horny he couldn’t help but get close again. “Faster, faster. Fuck!” Chris’ fucked out voice let out, desperate for more cock. The wet sloppy sounds of his hips against Chris’ became louder and Anthony’s moans followed it.

Right before cumming, Anthony whipped his cock out of Chris’ abused hole and moved closer to the latter’s face, which had already been painted by him earlier. Anthony jerked off rapidly for a few seconds before he shot his huge and thick load of cum over Chris’ beautifully disgusting face, coating it with a thicker layer of his milk.

Despite being his second time already, Anthony’s load was massive and it thoroughly covered Chris’ face once again, giving him an even dirtier look combined with all the slobber and previously shot cum. Chris held his tongue out and managed to catch some of the milk, tasting it and realizing how he’d love to drink it every day. “You’re delicious,” he said, tongue licking around his lips.

Anthony stroked the last few drops of cum out of his cock in slow and strong grips before he was done. He took his time to breathe heavily for a while as his dick softened and Chris came back to his senses a little bit.

After some minutes, Anthony looked down and realized how dirty his cock had gotten, with some dried cum on it from his first load combined with the freshly shot load he just let out. He looked at Chris’ slutty face and something in his head clicked.

Anthony put his hand behind Chris’ head and motioned him closer to his cock – which was still huge even when soft. Like a horny slut, Chris’ automatically opened his mouth dumbly, just waiting for the next command. “Suck it clean, dirty whore” Anthony demanded.

“Yes, master” Chris moaned. He didn’t have to be told twice, his automatic reaction was to put Anthony’s thick shaft inside his mouth and start sucking and licking. Anthony felt the wetness and warmth of it and couldn’t help but start getting himself hard again. Chris’ tongue was skilled and it thoroughly went through all of his shaft, up and down and all around. The sound of the filthily wet slurps made Anthony twitch inside Chris’ mouth.

Part of him was still in awe of how much of a cockslut his friend was. Chris’ movements on his cock felt so perfect and automatic, his cloudy eyes telling him that Chris was still gone with pleasure. “Hmmmf~” he moaned around the thick shaft.

Because of how sensitive his cock was after two orgasms, Anthony couldn’t help but feel a third one coming up quicker. But before he could cum again, he looked over at the food tray Chris brought for him and had a filthy idea.

He removed his throbbing cock from Chris’ tired mouth, a thick string of spit connecting his abused lips with the cockhead. “Grab the sandwich,” Anthony demanded. 

Unsure of what Anthony had in mind, Chris obeyed with a slightly confused expression on his dirty face. He leaned over the side table, grabbed the food and sat waiting for Anthony to tell him what to do next.

“Open it up,” he said firmly. Chris slowly opened the sandwich, still confused as to what Anthony was wanting him to do. Mackie positioned himself closer to the food and pointed his large cockhead towards the inside of the large sandwich, stroking his tired cock rapidly, ready to shoot his third load in a row.

Chris watched in awe as he slowly came to the realization of what Anthony was about to do. Something about it made him feel especially excited as he held the sandwich open, making sure it’s angled properly so he doesn’t miss a drop.

Chris’ eyes crossed in anticipation and he automatically stuck his gooner tongue out as he heard Anthony moaning more and more, getting closer to his third orgasm of the day by the second. The sight of Chris’ slobbered up and cum-covered face drew Anthony closer to the edge. And soon, he came, shooting his still surprisingly thick and massive load all over the sandwich. He painted inside the food like it was a tasty sauce as he milked his cock clean stroke by stroke.

Anthony exhaled deeply and leaned his head back in ecstasy as he came down from his high, chest moving up and down as he pushed oxygen back inside his lungs. “Fuck,” he let out, breathy. “That was awesome.”

He turned his head back towards Chris, who was still sitting before him, sandwich in his hands. “Now eat.”

“What?” Chris let out, confused.

“Eat the sandwich, slut,” Anthony demanded.

It took Chris a couple seconds to process what Anthony wanted him to do. He looked down at the cum-filled sandwich in his hands and let out a small “fuck”, weirdly excited to eat the cum-covered food. “Okay,” he let out in a hurried whisper before he closed the sandwich back up and brought it up to his mouth in a hurry to find out how Anthony’s cum tasted with the other ingredients.

“Hmmmf~” Chris moaned as he munched on the first bite. Anthony’s cum was so thick that the taste really stood out and made Chris’ eyes roll back in some sort of pleasure. “Tastes so good,” he said, muffled, with his mouth full.

While Chris was focused on tasting the special sauce on that sandwich, Anthony leaned over to grab his phone that was tossed on the bed. He heard Chris let out some “tasty” and “delicious” as he unlocked his phone and clicked on his camera app. Anthony pointed it towards the sinful sight on the bed and snapped a picture. Chris was in the center, sitting on the edge of the bed, his face still covered in slobber and cum as he took a big bite of the sandwich in his hand. Anthony could see some of his thick cum oozing out of the edges as Chris held a firm grip on it.

Chris didn’t even notice as he kept munching on the food as if it was the first thing he’s eaten all day, letting out moans every time he tasted the saltiness of Anthony’s cum. “Fuck, this is so good,” he kept saying.

Anthony then opened the picture he snapped on his phone and promptly set it as his brand new lock screen photo. It was a sight to behold indeed, and he wanted to see it every day.

He watched as Chris kept giving the sandwich big bites until it was done. Anthony whistled as Chris swallowed the last bit of the cum-filled food as if to say “woah, you really liked that.”

After their highs were over, the two finally felt the aftermath of their wild fucking. Chris felt sore and sleepy while Anthony felt like he had just run a marathon, body all sweaty and legs aching from all the thrusting. Silently, Anthony climbed on the bed and laid back on the once-clean sheets. Chris moved himself back on the bed and rested his back on the mattress as well, not worried about getting up and getting himself cleaned, especially his filthy face.

Anthony held out his arm for Chris to crawl over too. As he wrapped his arm around him, Chris laid his cum covered face onto his muscular chest, letting a little bit of the cum and slobber drip onto Anthony. Soon, the two fell into a slumber, comfortable despite all the sweat, cum and slobber that covered them.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance Master List

Cover art designed by my girlfriend Taylor P.

Summary: You’ve never known your father it was information that you didn’t need to know. Your mother gave you everything you needed and more. But after your mother was killed in a car accident and you find a box filled with information about the man you never thought about; your father. Tony Stark. But you don’t feel the need to reach out until you were diagnosed with cancer and you need his help.  

Please note I am not a doctor and a lot of the medical stuff will be from my own research and personal experience (my mother had breast cancer). So if I get some stuff wrong, I am sorry. I don’t mean to offend anyone. 

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Setting

This story takes place in April 2024. Our MC is 27 years old and was not part of the Blip. This is a very much a everyone lives/no one dies AU where the events of the MC happen. 

There will be flashbacks and those will be italicized 

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Chapter List 

Chapter 1           Chapter 11

Chapter 2           Chapter 12

Chapter 3           Chapter 13

Chapter 4           Chapter 14 

Chapter 5           Chapter 15

Chapter 6          Chapter 16

Chapter 7          Chapter 17 

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Discussion

All posts regarding this story will be tagged as #SeondChance. Please feel free to ask me questions!

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[braveclementine]

Chapter 31

Warnings: 18+readersonly, Sergeant kink, Captain kink, uniform sex, pet names, roleplay, mxm smut

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"What are you looking for?" You asked, coming upon Bucky who was in the attic, looking through cardboard boxes that hadn't been unpacked yet. Either because they contained holiday decorations or because they were filled with people's personal knick-knacks that didn't quite fit anywhere in the house.

"Something to make Steve happy." Bucky grunted, shifting Fury's box up on top of Clint's, pulling out his own box.

"Why is he so upset?" You questioned. Steve had been rather upset after the news. It had been a week after the Supreme Court decision and something was clearly eating at your Captain.

Bucky sighed, "He's torn between doing what's right for the country and then realizing that there's nothing he can actually do. This isn't a physical fight where he picks up his shield, knocks a few bad guys heads off, and we call it a win. This is a political decision, written in law form. He can't do anything for that. Not to mention, he's also more worried about protecting you and his family than others. Family will always come first for him, so it's kind've tearing him in two."

"The thing is. . ." You said hesitantly, chewing on your bottom lip. "It's male to female partner. And most people only have one or two soulmates. Most couples have more children than that anyways. So what's the big deal about the law?"

Bucky shrugged, "When you put it like that, it doesn't seem really like anything at all. I think what's really eating at Stevie is the fact that it's corrupting people's freedom to decide how many kids they want."

"Yes, that does make sense. But America, China, North Korea, Italy, Germany, and a handful of countries in Africa are the only ones that have passed the laws so far." You said. "If it really upsets people that much, there are still quite a few countries to choose from. France for one said they were never going to make that a law. And so did Japan."

"Here we go." Bucky said, yanking out a uniform. It was pressed, crisp, and clean, but definitely aged.

"Is that your old sergeant uniform?" You asked, all thoughts of political ideas going out your head at the thought of Bucky in his uniform. You'd see pictures of course, but that was when his hair was cropped and short.

"Yes it is doll. Sam's gettin' his military outfit too. Gonna surprise Stevie. He loves when we wear the uniforms."

"So. . . roleplay?" You asked, curiously.

"Nah, we don't really do that." Bucky said, shoving the box back where it belonged, gathering up the rough fabric and cap in his arm. You walked alongside him as you exited the attic. "It's just uniform sex really."

He glanced over at you and you just smiled. "Hopefully that will cheer Stevie up then."

Bucky suddenly got a grin on his face, "Come with me doll."

You followed, wondering what Bucky was up to. You two passed Sam in the hallway. "Here, can you take this back to the room for me? I'm getting something for Y/N over here."

Sam grinned, taking the uniform from Bucky. Sam was already in his uniform, which was a black sort of camo print. It was complete with his black boots, gloves, and shoulder pards. He looked rather dashing and if Bucky was going to look anything like that you might just have an orgasm from looking at them.

Sam walked back down the hall and you hurried after Bucky again, "Where exactly are we going?"

"Right here." Bucky said, opening up one of the doors, which led into another room that you honestly just hadn't explored yet.

"What is this room?" You asked, slightly skeptical and apprehensive, looking at all the costumes that were around you.

"Wanda has been teaching Elizabeth had to create costumes and clothing from just fabric, needle, and thread." Bucky explained. Apparently he had been here often or something because he seemed to know exactly where he was going, "Most of this is Wandas, but Pietro and Hogun like roleplay and Elizabeth likes to create so there we go."

You blushed a little. You'd never done roleplay with any of them. You felt that you would die of embarrassment if you tried to act while having sex. Leave that the actors and actresses on TV.

"Anyways I actually asked her to make this for you." Bucky said, finally pulling out what looked like a very old, vintage poster type nurse outfit.

"That's for me?" You asked, raising your eyebrows.

"I figured eventually you might join us." Bucky said, grinning, though you could see the worry in his eyes. "Thought this would be cute."

"Can I try it on first before I show up to your room, in case it looks bad, ya know?" You asked, blushing. You were actually kind've excited.

The thought of looking cute and also from a time period that Steve loved best was enticing. You really did want to make him feel better and you were also kind've excited to see how the outfit looked on you.

[Minus stockings and shoes. I know it's not the sexiest costume, but it was supposed to be more 1940s. It's sexier to Steve because of the time period, not if the skirt is so high your ass shows].

"I really like it Bucky." You said, grinning as you stepped over to show him. His eyes darkened slightly.

"I'm gonna have to thank Elizabeth again." His voice was husky, wrapping an arm around you. "You look adorable doll."

You grinned before fixing the hat on your head, "I kind've feel like it's going to fall off."

"Don't worry, it won't." Bucky grinned. "Now, c'mon. We want to get back to the room before Steve, don't we?"

You and Bucky quickly hurried out of the room- though Bucky left a note for Elizabeth to let her know we stole the outfit. Apparently she got very moody when stuff was rearranged or taken without her notice. She had a slight OCD problem and pet peeves about her stuff.

Needless to say, the two of you got back to the room before Steve. Sam was waiting, standing by the window, leaning out. "He's not back yet."

"Where did he go?" You asked, making Sam turn around. He started to grin as he looked at you.

"He's walking Ginny. He loves that dog." Sam said.

"Maybe we'll get another puppy." You said thoughtfully. "I think Fury feels outnumbered with the kittens."

Bucky grinned before he undressed. You and Sam talked while he got dressed in the Sergeant uniform. You were a bit nervous, knowing he was going to look absolutely delicious.

You swallowed hard when you came face to face with Bucky. He looked so absolutely delicious. The only difference between him now and before was the long, shoulder length hair. But he still managed to get that cap perched jauntily on his head.

"You broke her Buckaroo." Sam grinned before kissing Bucky's cheek. "She's stunned."

"It's only revenge." Bucky said, shrugging his shoulders as he grinned, "She broke me for a moment when she put on that nurse uniform."

You finally said, "You look dashing Buck."

"Is that right?" He grinned, one hand placed firmly on the wall behind you, the other hand wrapping around your waist. "Well you look so innocent in that lil' nurse outfit. I can't wait to rip it off of you and ruin you."

"Elizabeth will kill you." Sam stated simply behind him while you felt yourself getting wet at his words.

"That's true." Bucky said seriously, "And I don't fancy facing her ice storms."

He winked at you before kissing you.

"Captain Rogers is home Mr. Wilson." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said suddenly.

"She's not going to record this, right?" You hissed at Bucky, suddenly realizing just how many times with just how many people in just how many rooms you'd had sex. F.R.I.D.A.Y could've recorded any number of them- video and audio.

You were going to have to speak to Tony.

But after you had amazing sex with your soldier boys.

You laid down in the middle of the bed, Bucky sitting behind you so that your head lay in his lap. Sam was laying on his side next to you, lightly running his fingers up and down your arm.

You could feel a coil of anticipation in your stomach. What if he didn't like it? What if he only wanted it to be a thing between the three of them? What if he wasn't in the mood for any of you and Sam and Bucky got hurt feelings?

"So anxious doll." Bucky mumbled into your hair, "What's wrong?"

"Just worried I could be intruding." you mumbled, feeling slightly self-conscious now. "Or that he won't be in the mood and will hurt your guys' feelings too."

Bucky chuckled, "Believe me doll, even if he's not in the mood at this moment, he will be once he steps through that door. He can't resist the uniforms."

You could hear heavy footsteps now walking down the somewhat quiet hallway. You heard his open the door and Steve stepped through it.

He looked absolutely worn out and frustrated. He stopped completely upon seeing the three of you in his bed.

The exhausted expression on his face lightened, a smirk curving at his lips. He slammed the door shut, stalking towards the bed, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. lock and soundproof the door and room." Steve commanded and his voice was already dripping with so much dominance, you shivered a little.

You could hear the sounds of the door locking while a faint sheen moved across the walls, sound-proofing the room just as Steve asked.

Steve's eyes trailed over all three of you before landing on you. "You look stunning baby. Come here."

You quickly moved away from Bucky and Sam, feet hitting the floor. Steve drew an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. You fingers carded into his hair as he leaned you back a little, deepening the kiss.

Steve pulled away from your lips, attacking your neck with sharp, sweet bites, leaving hickies everywhere he could reach.

"Leave us some room." Sam joked, still on the bed.

Steve huffed, pulling away from your neck. "On your knees cookie."

You dropped immediately, knees hitting the white carpet. You weren't wearing knickers- as they would've been easily seen through the white fabric of the nurse uniform- and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, staring up at Steve.

"Buck, Sam, get over here now."

They both complied rather quickly, standing on either side of you. Steve unbuckled his pants, letting them drop as he kicked them away. You could see the huge bulge against his black boxers, eyeing it like a prize.

Steve took your chin into his hand. "Go on."

You pulled his boxers down, releasing the delicious appendage, before taking him into your mouth.

"Good girl." Steve praised, butterflies dancing in your stomach. "Buck, you know what to do."

You could sense Bucky moving around behind you, but you weren't entirely sure what he was doing until you felt hot breath fan across your pussy. Then you felt his tongue lick through your folds and he groaned, vibrations shot straight to your clit.

You groaned as well, taking as much as Steve as you could, one hand bracing against his thigh as Bucky continued to eat you out, the other moving to massage his balls, want to help him release as fast as possible and not draw it out.

Sam stood to the side, growing more and more needy, keeping his mouth shut.

"Is there a problem Sammy?" Steve asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No Captain." Sam muttered darkly.

Your giggled at Sam's sullenness was muffled by Steve's cock. Steve threw his head back, groaning as your vibrations sent tingles through his entire body. His hands grasped your hair, his hips lightly thrusting as he started to take control. You went with it. Today was all about Stevie.

Bucky sped up his ministrations on your pussy, holding your hips down so that he had better access. This gave a wonderful angle for Steve to just plunge his dick down your throat.

You were a mess, knot forming in your stomach, whining around Steve's cock. Your nails dug into his thighs as your orgasm approached, trying not to stop your tongue from delivering Steve his pleasure while yours approached.

"Look at me doll." Steve demanded. Your eyes snapped upwards, meeting his and you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth. You gave it a good suck, releasing all over Bucky's face with a mewl. Steve kept his gaze on you, knowing he wasn't going to last long with those innocent E/C eyes staring up at him while performing such a wonderful dirty deed.

Indeed, almost seconds after Bucky finished lapping up your essence and moving out from underneath you- almost making you collapse from a sudden lack of support- Steve released inside your throat. You swallowed the hot salty cum before pulling off Steve's dick.

He immediately yanked you to your feet, smashing his lips to yours. When he pulled apart, he commanded in a deep whisper, "Go kiss Buck now."

You sauntered over to Bucky, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He moaned, gripping you tightly with his metal and flesh arms.

Sam let a whine slip from his throat and You and Bucky broke apart. Steve stalked over to Sam, "There a problem?"

Sam shifted on his feet. "C'mon, Stevie. I want to join in."

"Do you know why I'm not letting you join in?" Steve asked.

"Because I spoke out of turn." Sam replied.

"Damn straight." Steve said. "Are you going to do it again?"

"No Captain." Sam said quickly.

"Strip. Not you Y/N." Steve said, coming over to you as Bucky and Sam quickly started getting rid of their uniforms. "How 'bout you help Bucky out with his uniform, hmm cookie?"

"Yes Captain." You whispered, reaching out and started untying Bucky's olive green tie, before drawing it away from his neck. Unbuttoning his undershirt as he got rid of the top jacket, belt, and started to undo his dress pants. Once he was fully naked, you stepped back, waiting for Steve who was helping Bucky out.

All three of them were completely naked, and the only thing you were missing was your nurse hat, though you weren't sure when you had lost it.

"On the bed sweetheart." Steve said and you quickly got back up on the bed, the other three surrounding you. Steve knelt in front of you, unbuttoning the nurse uniform, turning to Bucky, "This one of Elizabeth's?"

"Yes, don't rip it. She'll turn us into ice cubes." Bucky replied.

Steve sighed, "Pity. I wanted to rip it off her delicate body." He lifted the nurse outfit up over your head, kissing you on the lips. "But I guess you'll be able to wear it again now."

You grinned. "That's the plan. I think."

Steve slapped your ass gently, but firmly. "Hands and knees sweetheart."

You did as asked.

"How about you suck Sammy off while Buck and I take care of you over here." Steve asked, running two fingers through your sopping folds. He chuckled, "So wet sweetheart."

You opened your mouth as Sam knelt in front of you. He placed his large hands calmly on either side of your face, kissing you on the forehead. "Gonna treat you good baby."

You could feel the bed dipping down and around as Steve and Bucky figured out who was going where, doing what. Finally, you found Steve sliding under you, pulling your hips down slightly. He moved his cock through your folds before pushing in.

You moaned around Sam's cock, feeling completely blissed at the moment. Bucky's metal fingers gently started scissoring your ass as he prepared to take it. It was gentle motions and after so many months, it was getting less and less painful each time.

Sam was getting close, you could tell with the way that his long length was twitching in your mouth.

"Pull off Sammy." Steve demanded, reaching up to cup your throat. You quickly pulled off, trying not to give Sam any more pleasure while doing so.

Sam looked like he wanted to curse Steve out, but held his tongue, looking slightly annoyed. Steve pulled you down to kiss you, lifting your ass a little bit before Bucky pushed into you from behind.

"Oh fuck!" You gasped against Steve's lips, nipping his bottom lip a little. Steve continued to rut up into you while Bucky moved slowly in and out of your ass. Sam was clutching his thighs in his hands, trying his damned hardest not to start stroking himself. You looked like a fucking angel to him and his boys looked so damn good.

His mouth got him in trouble a lot in bed and he always wished he could remember the punishment before he moved his mouth.

Steve left large hickies all over the front of your chest, just adding to the purple bruise like spots on your neck. You could feel Bucky pressing startling soft kisses to your back.

"Fuck, Captain, Sergeant! I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum?" You begged, squeezing tightly around Steve's cock as you both tried to stall and please Steve at the same time.

"Fuck sweetheart." Steve groaned, hands running all over your body as he rutted his hips up to grind against you, "That's it cookie. Cum all over my cock. Show me you're my little whore."

His words were all it took to release all over his cock, one of your best orgasms ever really.

Steve thrusted even faster, working you through your orgasm while Bucky chased his own release. The pleasure and complete fullness was overwhelming and delicious. Steve finally shot up inside of you, making you mewl when he bit down on your shoulder- gently.

Bucky grunted, pulling you upwards as Steve slipped out of you, now pounding into you from behind as he held you in his arms. "Sarg!" You gasped as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

"Let go for me doll. Show 'em I can fucking ruin you without even giving you anything to ruin you with."

Bucky's words were growled and dark as he thrusted harshly upwards, releasing into your ass while you let go, coming for a second time, without anything to clench down upon.

Bucky chuckled as he pulled out slowly, kissing your neck.

Sam was even harder than before, watching his boys completely ruin you while he wasn't allowed to touch you. He could, of course, get you alone without the other two, though his punishment would be worse if they found out he'd fucked you without them.

It might be worth it though.

"Sam." Steve said.

"Yes Cap?"

"You've been doing pretty good now." Steve complimented, "What do you want to do with her?"

Sam grinned, "Wanna overstimulate her."

A slow smile started moving over Bucky's face too and you shivered in anticipation.

Steve looked at Bucky, "You know what to get."

Bucky moved off the bed, going over to the closet, kneeling to pull out a box on the floor.

"Look at me cookie." Steve demanded and you quickly turned to look at him. He pulled you into another kiss, before you felt the bed dip again, lots of cold metal being placed on your stomach, making you shiver.

"If you're not okay with anything, you tell us, okay baby?" Sam cooed, running his hands up your legs. "And if you feel somethings to much or you want to stop, you use the word 'time'."

You nodded, feeling medium sized rope being looped around your wrists as Bucky tied them together, before tying them up and around the headboard of the bed.

Steve took fabric from your side, tying it gently behind your head.

You heard metal clinking, before there was a pressure on your nipples, making you gasp at the sudden sensation.

"How are you doing baby?" Bucky asked, tugging the nipple clamps a little bit.

"Good." You murmured, both turned on, excited, but also a little nervous.

"Well, go on Sam." Steve smirked. You could feel Steve moving so that he had settled behind you slightly. He ran his hands up and down your sides, a comfort, before you felt Sam push into your pussy.

"Fuck." Sam groaned sensually, tossing his head back as he felt your warmth encase his pulsing cock. "You feel so good sugar."

You felt a metal and flesh hand on your hips now, someone straddling you slightly, situating themselves lightly below your breasts.

The metal and flesh hands moved to push your breasts together and you could feel someone's cock- most likely Bucky by the metal hand- between them.

"Fuck doll." Bucky drawled. "I'm gonna fuck these perfect tits."

You whined, wishing you could see Bucky as he started to massage your breasts, thrusting his hips lightly. Steve's hands rubbed circles on your shoulders and Steve's touch brought you back to reality. "Wait."

Bucky and Sam stilled, but didn't pull away as you hadn't used the safe word.

"Something wrong cookie?" Steve's voice had a hint of worry in it.

"No, but I thought. . . thought today was all about Stevie. Making sure you're okay." You mumbled, tilting your head back as though you could see him through the blindfold. "Want to please you Captain."

Both Bucky and Sam started moving inside of you again so you assumed Steve had told them to resume nonverbally.

"Letting me do whatever I want to you is pleasing me." Steve purred lowly in your ear before both Bucky and Sam started to speed up, making you moan. You could feel every sensation now with your eyesight gone.

The tickle of Sam's beard whenever he bent low, brushing against your stomach. Steve's hair tickling around your ear as he whispered against your shoulder. The callouses on all of their hands- minus the cool smoothness of Bucky's metal hand- as they touched you. How Sam's cock felt inside your cunt as he split you apart. How smooth and wet Bucky's felt as he fucked your breasts. The weird, but pleasing sensation of your breasts being squeezed and pushed together.

How the knot was building up in your stomach, the way that it was making your toes curl and you strained against your bonds as you tried to pull away.

"Fuck! Sammy, gonna cum!"

Sammy quickly sped up, reaching over and you could hear him getting something else. "FUCK!" You moaned as you released all over his cock.

"Good job sweetheart." Steve murmured in your ear. "Gonna let you see now."

He undid the black cloth, letting it fall over on the side of the bed. You could now see Bucky in front of you and you dipped your head, opening your mouth. As he pushed upwards, you flicked your tongue out, making Bucky groan at the teasing of his slit. A few more of these and he came all over your face, in your mouth, and on your breasts.

"You look beautiful doll." Bucky teased, grabbing a cloth to wipe away semen from around your eyes, but left everything else messy.

He moved off and you could now see what Sam had in his hands- which were some sort of beads on a rope. They started out small before getting larger and larger.

"You want to try those out?" Steve asked in his ear.

"What are they?" You asked curiously.

Sam chuckled, "Oh you're so innocent babe. They're anal beads."

You assumed they were exactly as they sounded. Beads that would go into your ass.

"I would like to try them." You said shyly.

Steve kissed the top of your head, "Remember your stop word, alright?"

You simply nodded, not wanting to actually say it aloud in case they took it as a sign that you wanted to stop.

"Good girl." Bucky murmured before he flipped you over so that you were on your stomach now. Your hands were still tied to the bed, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Although you could feel a slight contrast of your nipples against the bedsheets, as they were still clamped.

"Gonna tell us when to stop." Bucky murmured, petting your hair back as Sam pushed the first ball in.

It really didn't hurt and it even felt good in a weird way. There was a type of fullness that came with it, especially the bigger the balls got. Finally, it got to a point where the last one you had taken was just slightly to big and you weren't sure you could take another. "That's good." You said.

Sam laughed, "That was the last one baby."

"Oh."

Steve chuckled, kissing your cheek. "Such a good girl for us, hmm?"

"For you, mhmm." You nodded, looking up at him through your long lashes. It made his heart flutter when you looked at him like that, especially with your ass in the air, the pink handle to pull the beads out sticking out a bit. The metal underneath you, your nipples a lovely pink colour. Your pussy dripping for him and his boys. It looked as though the last thing to use on you was. . . a vibrator. Sam really was going all out tonight.

"Want the honors Stevie?" Sam asked, holding the silver and blue vibrator out to him, moving to kneel in front of you, bringing you just slightly upwards so that your elbows were resting on his thighs. This alleviated some of the pain in your breasts, though it kept you in a position where your pussy was presented to Bucky and Steve beautifully.

"My pleasure." Steve said, moving to angle himself just right, pushing into you. You moaned, shivers going down your spine. His hand moved to wrap around your waist before you heard buzzing and immediately jolted when he touched the vibrator to your clit.

You squirmed, moaned, mewled, and came over and over again as Steve and Bucky took turns fucking you relentlessly, rarely removing the vibrator as they did so. You were starting to go high up into the clouds, as you came again, toes curling. Sam simply held your upper body, occasionally pulling on the nipple clamps.

Nearing the last orgasm of the night- afternoon? Morning?- He unclipped them and you uttered a tiny scream as the blood rushed back to the sensitive nubs. You completely collapsed into Sam's arms while the other two finished riding you out.

You could just barely feel Bucky pulling out while Steve gently removed the beads. Bucky headed to the bathroom and Steve untied your hands before rolling you onto your back to face him.

His face was flush, his hair a mess, and there was a cheeky grin on his face. "How are you holding up sweetheart?"

"Good Stevie." You mumbled, voice hoarse from screaming all of their titles over and over again, with a handful of curse words mixed in.

Steve kissed your forehead, taking the washcloth from Bucky. "How 'bout we all go and take a bath together, hmm?"

You just closed your eyes, tired, giving a small nod. Sam picked you up and carried you over to the bathtub. The four of you took a nice bath, before climbing back into bed, and promptly falling asleep. 

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙 & the Stars ✨

Chapter 9: Stormy skies

Pairing: alpha!steve rogers x alpha!bucky barnes x alpha!sam Wilson x omega!reader

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: some fluff, some heavy petting, someone is trying to get to reader

A/N: here is the next chapter I’m so sorry this took forever I really didn’t know how to end this chapter but next chapter will be very fun because it’s Steve’s birthday!!!!!

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Ch. 8

It had been a few days since your friends and mates had spent time together. You felt like you were dreaming. It was a nice way to spend your day at work, it made it go by faster. Just like the last few days, Mrs. Levy would get downstairs and wait for you by the door. Usually you would make sure she got home safe but today there was a certain someone waiting for you.

“Hi, honey.” You greeted Steve cheerfully when you were close enough. His eyes snapped up to watch you get closer. You noticed how his eyes traveled up and down your sundress clad figure and heat creeped up your cheeks.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“This is Mrs. Levy. Mrs. Levy, this is Steve.” You introduced the older woman to your alpha and it was like watching a schoolgirl talk to her crush. When Steve held his hand out and smiled her cheeks were practically crimson with how much she blushed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” She smiled, then she cleared her throat and scowled in his direction. Using her cane to point at him. “I’m going to tell you what I told her other alpha, if you hurt her you’ll have to deal with me. And I’m worse than Jonah and Ricky.”

“Understood ma’am. Although I would never intentionally hurt her. You have my word.”

“I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

“Yeah you will.” You wiggled your eyebrows in her direction. Your phone goes off. “Ophelia, your Uber is here.”

“Ok, well have a good evening and I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember that’s two alphas and one to go.”

“I’ll make sure you meet Sam soon.” You smile.

“Bye.” Steve waves at her as she gets in the car. “She seems intimidating.” He laughs.

“She can be when she wants too.” You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. His scent brings you comfort. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He kisses the top of your head. “So what do you want to do?”

You look up at him and notice how tired he looks. Like he hadn’t slept for days but you knew he hadn’t been on missions. Maybe some nightmares, like Bucky.

“How about we go back to my place, order something for dinner and just relax?”

“That sounds amazing. But are you sure you don’t want to go out?”

“Nope.” You knew he would take you if you asked. “I’m tired and I really just want to cuddle.”

“Well I can do that.”

“You ordered like three meals for yourself. I didn’t know you could eat that much.” You said as you picked up the empty containers of Chinese food.

“It’s because of the serum.” He says as he helps.

“Or because your stomach is a black hole.”

Steve chuckles as he tosses the last containers in the trash. When he turns around he finds you holding a container.

“A blondie for my blondie?”

Steve laughs again as he grabs one of the sweet treats you had made just for him. He takes a bite and moans.

“Thank you sweetheart. This is really good.”

*******

A movie was playing in the background, you weren’t sure what it was about. You were too distracted by the warmth Steve’s body gave off. The serum, he told you as you snuggled closer into his side. His fingers drew lazy patterns on your skin while keeping his attention on the tv. You however were distracted by him. The curve of his plump lips, the way his hair fell out of place, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled genuinely.

“You’re staring.” Steve said without looking away from the tv.

“No I’m not.”

“You aren’t?” Steve chuckles.

“No, I’m admiring. It’s different.”

He looks down at you with a smile, his arm tightens around your waist. You make the first move by pulling him down so that you could connect his lips to yours. Steve pulls you into his lap effortlessly without breaking the kiss. Your hands are in his hair and you swear you hear him groan when you tug his silky strands. He fights for dominance over the kiss and the growl that rumbles through his chest is enough to make you want to present for your alpha. It wasn’t until his hands were on your hips that you realized that you were grinding against him. And it was obvious you weren’t the only one affected by the close contact.

“Fuck.” Steve says breathlessly. “Sweetheart we can’t, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because if we do I’ll want to claim you and it can be painful for you.” Steve said before kissing the place on your neck where his mark would go.

“But Steve…”

“Nuh-uh starlight, don’t you want to be my good girl?”

“What do I get if I’m bad?” You say as you close the space between his lips and yours.

You felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he laughed.

“You’ll get into trouble.”

“Mmm, trouble with you? Sounds like fun.”

Steve tilted his head up slightly connecting his lips to yours. A small moan escapes you and Steve takes advantage of it. His tongue slips past your lips. He had been dying to feel you pressed up against him like this, to taste you. You were everything he thought and more, sweet like the notes of honey in your scent. Steve’s lips move away from yours and travel down your chin, he nips and kisses along your neck. He finds a spot below your ear that has you preening and tugging at his hair. You feel his teeth on the crook of your neck and your eyes flutter close.

“There we go.” He says softly before kissing the same spot. Your fingers brush up against the area and you feel the bite mark he left although it didn’t break skin. “It’s not permanent, yet.” He sighs “It’s getting late sweetheart and I know you work tomorrow, I should go.”

“Ok.” You say with a pout which he kisses away.

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

“Oh, Tony is having a Fourth of July party and I put your pack on the list.”

“Isn’t the fourth your birthday?” You ask as you follow him to the door.

“Yup,” he turns to look at you. “Would you consider staying the night with us? Nothing has to happen, we just want to spend a little bit more than a few hours together.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon then.” He kisses you again, his lips soft yet demanding against yours. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“I’m going to need the coldest shower.” You rest your head against the closed door muttering to yourself.

It was a little after midnight when you were startled awake. You had been in a deep sleep so it took a moment for you to realize what woke you up. A scent. Not just any scent, the one from the hallway a few days ago. It was so strong it almost felt like the person was standing over you. Your apartment was extremely quiet so you hear the jingle of a door knob being turned. Immediately your heart rate picks up. You head toward your bedroom door and open it just a little to figure out if someone broke in. Further down you hear what you’re sure to be the apartment door rattle. Someone was definitely trying to break in. There’s a growl loud enough to make a shiver run down your spine and you scramble to get the baseball bat from underneath the bed. You jump when your phone starts vibrating and when you grab it you see Steve’s face on the screen so you answer.

“What’s wrong?” He says before you’re able to say anything. There’s rustling in the background like he was maybe getting dressed.

“I think someone is trying to break into my apartment.” You whisper.

“Where are you now?”

“In my room.” You gasp when you hear a bang at the door. “I think they’re trying to kick the door down. What do I do Stevie?”

“Can you get out using the fire escape?”

“No, the ladder sticks and won’t go down all the way. It’s too high for me to jump down to the ground.”

“You’ll have to stay in your room, can you block the door somehow?”

“With my dresser.”

“Do that and stay in there we’re on our way ok?”

“Ok.” You cover your mouth with your hand when another bang comes from outside. “Please hurry.” You move quickly to push your dresser against the door. Another bang echoes through the apartment. You were silently thanking Jonah and Ricky for installing the extra locks on your door.

“Darling, what’s happening?” Bucky asked as you moved to the furthest corner of your room.

“They’re still there.”

You were starting to panic. There was a tightness in your chest and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Tears were starting to form in your eyes. Bucky was talking but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. All of your attention was on the door. The apartment door slams against the wall and you do your best not to scream. It felt like you were sitting there for ages. With shaky hands you hold up the phone to your ear.

“They’re inside.” You whimper at the sound of the bedroom’s handle jiggling. There’s a knock on your window and you practically jump.

Bucky is standing on your fire escape motioning for you to open the window. There’s another bang against the door and it’s strong enough to move the dresser. You feel frozen where you stood, your eyes glued to the door. Bucky knocks again and this time you move quickly and unlock the window. There’s a grunt and something smashing outside of your door.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Bucky looks you over. All you can manage to do is shake your head no. He pulls you into his chest, letting his scent surround you. His presence was enough for you to calm down.

There’s a knock on the door and you jump again.

“Sweetheart it’s me, it’s Steve. Can you open the door?” Steve says from the other side.

Bucky pulls the dresser out of the way easily. He opens the door and Steve rushes in heading straight to you.

“Are you ok?”

“I am now.” You lean into his touch as he checks you over just like Bucky had. “Did you get whoever it was?”

“Yes, we got him. Sam is talking with the police now.” He places a kiss on your forehead. “You can’t stay here for now. Why don’t you pack a bag and you can stay with us for a few days. At least until we get your door fixed.”

“Ok.” You hug him before you turn to start packing.

Sam had his arm around your shoulders, Steve stood in front of you and Bucky was next to you both holding the bags you’d packed in a hurry. You weren’t sure how long you’d be staying with them but you know there wasn’t enough clothing, especially for work. But you’d worry about that later, all you wanted now was to sleep.

Steve and Bucky disappeared further in the apartment while Sam led you to the living room. He sat you down and went to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with a steaming mug of something.

“Chamomile tea,” he said as he set the mug down. “Try to drink some, it should help relax you some.”

“Why? Do I not look relaxed?”

He chuckles because he can clearly see how tense you are and because he knows you’re joking. Sam sat next to you and he let you settle into his side. You let your head rest against his chest and you could hear his heart beating. It calmed you more than any tea ever could.

“What are Steve and Bucky doing?”

“They’re getting a room ready for you.” He says as his hand moves up and down your arm absentmindedly. “How are you feeling after what happened?”

“I don’t know,” you answer after a moment. “It still feels like a nightmare. I'm a bit confused.”

“Confused about what?”

“Well when I realized someone was trying to break in, Steve called me and asked me what was wrong. But how could he know something was wrong if I hadn’t even had a chance to call the police?”

Sam smiles as he tilts your head back. His fingers trace the area Steve’s bite mark is.

“He knew something was wrong because he felt it through this. Even though this is temporary it works similar to an actual bond.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Steve asked as he walked back into the living room. Bucky trailing behind looking upset.

“How you knew I was in trouble.”

Steve sat next to you and placed his hand on your thigh. He squeezed lightly before moving his hand up and down. The whole ordeal had been exhausting and you couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped you.

“You should get to bed. Let me show you where you’ll stay.” Bucky spoke up. Instead of letting you get up and walk he threw you over his shoulder.

“Bucky.” You squeaked in surprise before laughing. “I can walk, you know.”

“Doesn’t mean you have too.”

“Goodnight boys.”

“Goodnight.” Both Sam and Steve replied.

He set you down once you were inside a bedroom. His scent was all over the place and it was very comforting but it wouldn’t be enough.

“Bucky, would you stay with me?”

“Of course.” He smiles and you head straight for bed where either Steve or Bucky had pulled out the blankets you’d brough with you.

It took you a few minutes but you arranged them in a way that was comforting for you. Once you settled in bed you looked up to see Bucky leaning against the door with a smile on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute. Can I enter your nest?”

“It’s not a nest it’s just-“ you started saying as you looked around and sure enough it looked similar to the nests you’ve seen pictures of. “A… nest. Yes you can come in.”

Bucky kicks off his boots and jacket before climbing into bed with you. He opens his arms and you settle in next to him. You relax immediately and it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You wake up first. The bed is a mess of blankets and bodies. It seemed like after you fell asleep Steve and Sam joined you in bed. As quickly as possible you get out of bed, hoping not to disturb the sleeping men. Sam reaches over the spot you were just in and instead of finding you finds Bucky, pulling him closer. With a smile you sneak out of the room and head toward the living room where you left your purse. You check your phone and you’re up thirty minutes before your alarm would have gone off.

In the kitchen you start the coffee maker and begin to rummage around for sugar, creamer and a mug. There’s a slight breeze behind you but you don’t pay attention to it thinking it’s the A/C kicking on.

“Good morning.” You hear behind you in a voice you don’t recognize. A scream rips from your throat and the mug you had in your hand almost falls to the ground. The surprise visitor held out the mug for you. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare y-“

The man that had surprised you is pulled away by an angry looking Bucky. Your hand is on your chest and once you realize who it is you chuckle. Steve and Sam are right behind Bucky. Looking as if they’re ready to murder someone.

“Buck it’s ok. Let Pietro go.” Steve said, softly putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky didn’t listen, his eyes still held a murderous gaze. You stepped in between him and Pietro and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Hey I’m fine. I was just surprised, that's all. Can you let Pietro go now?”

Bucky lets go of Pietro and wraps his arms around you instead. He pulls you into his chest and buries his face into your neck as he turns his back to the beta.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t realize your omega was in.”

“It’s ok, Pietro. There was a break in at my apartment and I guess I’m still jumpy. It’s nice to meet you though. I’m Y/N by the way.” You say as you lean to the side to look past Bucky.

“It is nice to meet you as well. The team will be excited to know you’re finally here. These three don’t stop talking about you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You should hear what they say.”

“Ok and that’s enough. Why are you here roadrunner?” Sam asks.

“Steve was going to train with me today. When he didn’t show up I came to check in. Since he’s so old, you know?”

You giggle and hide your face in Bucky’s chest when Steve playfully glares at you.

“Pietro I’m sorry I completely forgot. Would you be ok if we rescheduled for later today.”

“No problem. See you around Y/N.” He says and runs out, leaving before you’re able to say goodbye.

Even after Pietro is gone and it’s just the four of you, Bucky doesn’t let go. You try to walk away from his grasp but he only tightens his hold on you. He lifts you up and sits you on the counter and hides his face in your neck.

“Uh- Bucky?”

“Just give him a minute. You’re not the only one that’s still one edge because of last night. And when we heard your scream and you weren’t in bed well…” Sam says and motions to Bucky.

Nod in understanding and wrap your arms around him. You play with his hair and Bucky starts to relax against you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you guys.”

“It’s ok. We just want to keep you safe is all.” Bucky mumbles once he finally pulls away.

He’s quickly replaced by Sam who also hides his face in your neck. You feel the tip of his nose move up your neck as he inhales deeply. Steve took his own turn scenting you. He finished by placing a kiss on the temporary bond mark on your neck.

After that the four of you spent the morning getting ready for the day. When it was time for you to go to work Bucky insisted on taking you. You couldn’t deny him the request since you were now aware of his worry over your safety.

You weren’t sure what was worse, your alphas and mates fussing over you because they were worried or your pack mates doing the same thing. Jonah and Ricky hovered, even Mrs. Levy would call down to reception throughout the day to make sure you weren’t in danger. And it went on all week. It was somehow endearing and annoying at the same time.

You were grateful it was Friday and that you wouldn’t have to be escorted from the tower to your job for at least three days thanks to the long weekend. When you get outside though it’s not your alphas that are waiting for you, it’s the Black Widow herself. You’d only met her briefly a few weeks back but still you walked up to her with a nervous smile. Mrs. levy eyed her up and down before saying her goodbyes.

“Hey Y/N, the guys asked me to pick you. There was some incident at training and they had to handle it.”

“Are they ok?” You say as you check your phone, there weren't any unread messages from them.

“Yeah, some recruits got overly confident. Happens every time there’s a new group.” She waves her hand dismissively.

“Oh ok. Well since it’s you here and not them, especially Steve, would it be ok to make two stops?”

“Depends on where.”

“The apartment and an art studio.” You look at her hopefully.

At the end of the day it is in an alpha’s nature to want to make omegas happy and apparently the infamous spy isn’t immune.

“As long as it’s quick.”

“Thank you so much,” you say as you get in the car. “I’ve needed to get a few things, especially a gift for Steve’s birthday but they would not take me back to the apartment.”

“They tend to be overprotective when it comes to something or someone they care about, especially if it’s you. Those three have been a pain in the ass since the break in though.”

You chuckle because it’s true but you appreciate what they’ve done for you. “Still, it’s nice someone cares that much for me. I’ve never had that before.”

Nat takes her eyes off the road for a moment and studies you. From what she knew, which was more than she would ever let on, most of your life had been full of abuse and trauma. She hadn’t really looked into your family but she did look into the hospital visits and reports from school which listed all of the things done to you. She did it to protect her friends and make sure you weren’t trying to hurt them. The more she learned the more she understood why Sam, Steve and Bucky were acting the way they were. It’s why she volunteered to pick you up today. She’d seen the reported abuse but now she was really putting a face to the survivor. And you sat in the passenger's seat humming along to the song playing on the radio with a certain lightness and love for life.

When Nat parks the car you don’t immediately get out. No, instead you take a moment and look around trying to find something or someone out of place. Once you’re satisfied you open the passenger’s side door and step out. Nat follows your lead all the way up to your apartment. The door and lock had been replaced and you fished around your bag to get the new key. The stench from the alpha that broke in still lingered in the air. You still hadn’t been told why he was trying to get in though.

“You can make yourself comfortable if you want. I’m just going to grab a few extra clothes and one of Steve’s gifts.” You say as you walk further into the apartment but Nat follows you and stops at the door, not wanting to invade what was supposed to be your nest.

You move around the room gracefully as you pull out an extra bag and some more clothes. Then you dig in the back of the closet for the present you had bought. It was only one of two but it still didn’t feel like enough.

“So, do you have a mate? Or are you courting someone?” You ask as you open your drawers. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”

“It’s ok, I’m courting Bruce actually.”

“I can see that. You’d totally be cute together.” You say while double checking your bag. “Ok I’m ready to go.”

You stopped at the art studio to pick up Steve’s other gift and now Nat was pulling into a parking spot in the tower’s garage. She leads you to the elevators and the stench from the night of the break in hits you again. Immediately you’re on edge as you look around the parking lot and Nat curses under her breath. One of the elevators opens to reveal two agents and two cops escorting a man in handcuffs.

His eyes snap up to yours and he gives you an evil grin. Your breath hitches as he gets closer and he stops right in front of you. He towers over you and his smile turns into a sneer.

“You stupid fucking bitch.” He spits out. “You just had to ruin everything didn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“You don’t tell me what to do. You’re a worthless broken omega whore. Always have been and always will be.” He tries to lunge at you but the agents pull him back and toward the awaiting cop car. But he’s too strong for them and he just walks back toward you. This time Nat stands in front of you ready to attack if he tries anything.

“Enjoy being their rut toy while you still can. He’s coming for you and this time he’s going to rip out your throat.”

“I’d like to see him try.” You say through gritted teeth.

The cops and agents pull him away but his eyes stay on you the whole time. Nat turns and blocks your view.

“How do you know him?”

“That’s my brother Daniel.” You say as you wipe away a tear and turn back toward the elevator.

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Ignoring the rest of Nat’s questions you turned and headed to the elevators. You wanted to be alone. It had been years since you’d seen your brother and it pained you that his scent was unrecognizable.

When the elevator doors opened your three alphas were already there waiting. You ignored them and pushed through to get into the apartment and into the room you’d been using. Panic, fear and worry were all making your scent sour.

“Y/N? Is everything ok?” Steve had called out but you didn’t answer. “What happened while you were out?”

All three alphas turned their attention to Nat.

“You know the alpha that broke into her apartment?” They nodded. “It’s her brother, Daniel. Said some horrible things. And then said he was going to rip her throat out.”

“Who is he?”

“No idea.”

They looked at each other concerned. Then Sam and Bucky walked back toward the room you’d been using in order to check up on you.

“Can you-“

“Already on it, Rogers. I’ll check in with Tony to see if we can look into the men in her life. Though we don’t have much to go on.” Nat looks up at him and studies his face. “She’s good for all of you. I’m glad you found each other. Make sure you take care of her.”

“Of course. I think her pack would kill us if we did anything to even upset her.”

“She has a pack?”

“Yeah, work friends. One of them has a mate. They made their own pack.”

Nat nods. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

“Thanks Nat.”

She leaves just as Sam and Bucky walk back out into the living room. Bucky was pacing back and forth. Anxious and worried for whatever it was that happened to you.

“She locked herself in the room and she doesn’t want to come out. She won’t even answer us. What should we do?”

“I’m not sure, Sam. I guess we'll just wait it out.”

“What? No, she needs us. We can’t just let her feel alone and scared.” Bucky argued. He was getting riled up. Bucky didn’t like to see those he cared about be upset especially if he couldn’t really do anything about it.

“Baby,” Sam walked up to him, effectively cutting off Bucky’s pacing. He takes Bucky’s face in his hands. “I know you want to help her but maybe she just needs a minute to gather her thoughts. It’s just like when you need to be alone sometimes after a nightmare.” Sam presses his lips against Bucky’s and the latter relaxes just a bit. “Let’s give her a moment. Why don’t we go get something for her.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, how about some flowers. Something to cheer her up.”

Bucky nods and turns to look at Steve.

“I will let you know the moment she’s out. Go, get our girl something good.”

“Ok.”

Sam and Steve look at each other in silent understanding before they share a brief kiss. Then Sam heads out the door with Bucky and Steve heads in the direction of the room you’ve locked yourself in.

The moment you got to the room you locked yourself in and then you grabbed one of the blankets that smelled just like the boys, wrapping it around yourself. Their combined scents brought you comfort and it’s exactly what you needed even if you wanted to be alone. Bucky and Sam called your name softly through the door but you ignored them. You climbed into your nest and tightened the blanket around you. Everything your brother said to you kept replaying in your head over and over again until you fell asleep.

About an hour later you feel a dip in the bed. Your eyes flutter open and they land on Steve. He smiles and when he reaches out to cup your cheek you flinch away from his touch. His smile falters a little but he doesn’t get upset. At least not with you.

“Sweetheart, are you ok? We’re worried about you.”

“I don’t know. Did Nat-“

“She told us. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Ok.” You pushed the blanket off of yourself just enough to reach out for him. “Could you stay with me?”

Steve smiles again and lays down behind you. His warmth is welcomed and the weight of his arm in your waist is somehow comforting. The door opens and you see Sam and Bucky standing there waiting. You pull back the covers and Bucky moves first. Sam sits up against the headboard and winks in your direction when you look up at him.

“I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

“It’s ok. It must have been a shock to see your brother.” Sam answers.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen him in years.” You say as you snuggle into Bucky’s chest. “I think something happened to him. He was never that aggressive.”

“Was he protective over you?”

“Not really but if my dad ever told him to punish me he wouldn’t hit me as hard or whatever my dad told him to do.”

All three of them tense at the information and the way you say it so casually. They had all tried to talk with your brother for a week and he didn’t say a word but they could tell something was wrong. However at the moment their focus is on you and only you.

“We’ll figure it out ok. You don’t have to worry about him.” Bucky says.

“I do, he’s my brother. We were treated differently because he was an alpha but my parents were horrible to him too. I can’t just ignore all of that now.”

“That’s understandable but we don’t want to have you meet him again until we can figure out what’s going on with him. Is that ok?”

“It’s ok. I know you just want to protect me.” You turn in Bucky’s embrace to look at Steve. “I’ve never had this before and I trust you, all of you, so I’ll listen to what you say.”

Steve kisses your forehead as you get more comfortable. You can’t help but think of your brother when he was younger and now. How he tried and failed to protect you. It was his instinct not only as your older brother but as an alpha. Maybe he knew back then that you were an omega.

“I think he was trying to warn me.” You say after a few minutes of silence.

“Warn you about what?” Sam asks from behind you.

“Maybe someone is after me? Danny said ‘he’s coming for you’ when we were little he’d always tell me what was going to happen so that I could at least be ready for it.”

“But who is he?”

“Maybe it’s your dad.” Bucky offered but he was really talking to Sam and Steve. Sam gets up and excuses himself. He quickly goes off to find Nat to help her look into who might be after you.

“We’ll figure it out and keep you safe, Darling.”

“I know you will.”

Ch 10

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Steve: Five Guys doin' some serious damage to my guts right now.

Sam: Six when I get there.

Steve: What?

Sam: What?

[sorryiwasasleep]

Saw the most big brained MCU take in a fanfic and I literally haven’t stopped thinking about it for two weeks when it’s also the dumbest thing and I barely even engage with the MCU anymore

(The stucky that will always live in me has recently re-activated for some reason despite not engaging with any MCU content literally since I saw GoTG3 in theaters and before that MoM. I got viewer burn out hard and I also stopped having time irl so I just kinda… stopped. But Idk man i started reading shrinkclink fanfics again recently tho cause I wanted to read Them and forget the fuckery that is Endgame!Steve and his choices)

Anyway, the take was that this man was fucking FLIRTING with Sam in this scene and like my GOD if I remember the fanfic this came from I will tell the author directly that they have fundamentally shifted something in me and I will absolutely be incorporating this into my own HC’s cause they were so right.

Steve SO was shooting his shot in the fucking funniest way ever by antagonizing Sam

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For the very first time - Chapter 5

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: So, I was going to post this yesterday, but then realised it would get hidden under a mountain of boop, lol. So have some Sam/Steve time. This is set after the events of CA:TWS, when Sam and Steve are following leads on Bucky around the world. Catch up on Chapter 4 here.

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Chapter Summary: Looking for Bucky, and Steve is frustrated. It’s a good thing that Sam is there to help him get out of his head and indulge him.

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Steve

Chapter Word count: 3.9k

CW: Mild Angst, referenced masturbation, Accidental Porn watching, Kink reveal, Daddy Kink, Friends to lovers, Top Sam, Bottom Steve, Pleasure Dom Sam, Sub Steve, Multiple orgasms, Super-soldier refractory period, Blow job, Anal fingering, Anal Sex.

Sam and Steve  - late 2014 

“A waste of fucking time,” Steve bit out as he walked into the hotel room and threw himself down on the bed. It was probably a good thing that Sam had been in charge of the keycard and therefore opening and closing the door - Steve would probably have taken it off its hinges with the mood he was in.

He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his face, and was trying to toe off his shoes at the same time. Everything just felt like too much of an effort. 

It had been several months since the Triskelion and Bucky’s re-emergence and then subsequent disappearance. Steve had been obsessively scouring all of the intel he could get hold of through Maria’s new job with Stark and the remains of Nat’s assets. He’d flown all over the world, following up on sightings and even rumours, but no luck. Every time he arrived somewhere it was to find out that Bucky had already moved on, if he’d even been there in the first place. 

At least, for the most part, he’d had Sam with him. Sam, who’d barely known him and Nat when he’d agreed to aid them in their effort to take down HYDRA. Sam, the voice of reason, telling him when to stop, when to slow down and rest. Sam, the bonafide bad-ass who had now saved Steve by the skin of his teeth on more than one occasion. Sam, who was so god-damn attractive it should be illegal.

Nat, the loving friend that she was, had given him just enough details about what was under those tight-fit pants to make his general appreciation of Sam blossom into a full blown crush. Okay, Sam had helped with that by just being, well, Sam. Charismatic. Supportive. And as already stated, a badass.

Steve moved his arm from off his face and peered out from under his lashes. Sam was pottering around the small room, tidying up what very little mess there was, and then, unintentionally, set Steve’s heart racing when he pulled his shirt off over his head before picking up the towel from the end of one of the queen beds in the room.

“I’m gonna get a shower before you get in there and use up all the hot water,” Sam teased, grinning at Steve’s prone form. Steve flipped him the bird as Sam turned away with a chuckle and made his way into the small hotel bathroom.

This was always the worst part, Steve thought. Knowing that Sam was only a few feet away. Naked. And with his enhanced hearing he could hear Sam when he hummed or whistled under the spray. He’d also heard Sam do other things while in the shower, which had led to Steve, ashamedly, copying along and wondering what Sam actually looked like when he…

Steve shook his head. He should not be thinking about his friend like that, even if he knew that friend liked guys as well as girls, the way that he did himself. Even if Sam liked to flirt with him and leave him flustered. He should be concentrating on finding Bucky, because Bucky needed him.

The shower shut off and a minute later Sam reappeared, towel wrapped around his waist, chest still damp, and clutching his pants and underwear.

“All yours, Rogers. The pressure’s good too. Maybe a good shower will help you get out of your bad mood. I’m gonna order room service, cos I’ll be damned if I’m getting dressed to go out again. Want me to order the works?”

There he was again, looking out for Steve. ‘The works’ was code for ‘a super-soldier amount of food’. By ordering for himself he was making it look as though he wasn’t actively ensuring that Steve didn’t pass out from hunger. It apparently hadn’t taken long for Sam to get Steve’s number, although he wouldn’t put it past Nat to be slipping Sam information. Hell, she probably even had a dossier labelled ‘Dealing with Steve Rogers’.

“Sounds good. Thanks Sam,” Steve replied before sitting up and shucking his own shirt. He hesitated a moment, but realising how much time they’d already spent together, he also stripped out his jeans and socks and made his way into the bathroom in just his boxer briefs. Despite facing away from Sam, he got the feeling that the other man was watching him the whole time.

His shower took him ten minutes, and somehow, Steve managed to not jack off while he was in there, despite the urge being quite high. It did mean, however, that he had to try and hide his half-chub by holding his underwear in his hands in front of his towel before walking to the far side of his bed so that Sam couldn’t see him.

For his part, Sam wasn’t really paying attention. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweats and a red sleeveless tee and was currently standing at the hotel room door, accepting the trolley of food that had been sent up for them. On the surface it looked like a veritable feast, but Steve knew from experience that it was only just enough to keep his body going until the morning. There had to be some downsides to the serum, and having to spend a large portion of his back-pay on groceries and protein shakes was one of them.

Steve changed into his own sweats -navy - and his own tee - white and looking like it was a size too small - before moving across the room to investigate what Sam had ordered. His face lit up as he took in the selection.

“Thanks, Sam. You know me so well,” he exclaimed as he claimed the triple stack burger with its accompanying tower of onion rings and bucket of fries.

“No problem,” Sam replied. “Come on, let’s sit and watch some TV. We can eat on my bed, but wheel that trolley round your side. I’ve got all I want here.” He gestured to a large bowl of what looked like chicken and spicy rice that he’d placed on one of the side tables of his bed. Steve gave him a small nod, and then the pair of them got themselves comfortable.

Sam picked up the remote and flicked through several channels, before settling on a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen. “This okay with you?”

“Sure,” Steve mumbled around his burger. “I don’t want something I need to concentrate on.”

The next thirty minutes passed and Steve made his way through the pile of food that Sam had ordered for him, although Sam did steal a few fries from him once he’d finished his own meal. 

“You could have ordered some for yourself,” Steve jokingly chastised.

“Like you’ll miss five fries, you lug.” Sam jostled his arm against Steve’s and then they were both chuckling. The credits began to roll and Steve picked up the remote to find something else to put on. He flicked through the channels, the choices getting stranger and more niche the further up the list he went until….

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

Steve flushed, realising he’d scrolled as far as the porn channels and became very aware that he was sitting very close to Sam while on the screen a twinky young man was getting a good going over by a larger, burlier one.

“Ummm,” he stuttered out. He turned his head to look at Sam, but found the other man looking back at him with a grin on his face, but an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Didn’t know you had a ‘Daddy’ kink, Steve. But to each their own. Which one are you?”

Sam was teasing him. Obviously. But Steve found he couldn’t speak. His mouth had gone dry and in his mind’s eye he was lying on his back, Sam folding him in half, splitting him open and…

He must have been sitting silent and wide-eyed for too long, because he came back to himself, blinking at the sound of a deep chuckle, while the porno continued to play in the background.

“Oh, sugar. You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? And from the look on your face, you don’t want to be the Daddy. But are you looking for one?” Sam’s voice dropped even lower. “Want me to be your Daddy, Steve?”

“I - umm.” Steve’s brain was not co-operating, but that was probably because all his blood was in his dick, obscenely tenting his sweats, as his eyes roved of their own accord over Sam’s muscular body. Sam lifted his hand and cupped Steve’s face, brushing his thumb over one of Steve’s cheeks.

“You’re not as subtle as you think when you’re checking someone out. And that’s okay. I had a feeling there was something here when we first met, and then Nat confirmed it. But it’s down to you. We don’t have to do anything about it, if you don’t want to. Can forget this even happened, and just be friends. But I gotta let you know, you’re a sweet looking thing, Steve Rogers, and I care an awful lot for you. I’d be honoured to help you work out a little tension, if you’ll let me.”

Steve felt like a deer caught in headlights, an eerily familiar sensation. He wanted. Oh, how he wanted. But he was also conflicted. He was looking for Bucky. Bucky who he loved and now knew was alive. Should he do this? Indulge himself? He’d had no such qualms when he’d slept with Nat, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t have feelings for Sam as well, but the confusing thoughts swirled around in his mind.

“Talk to me, Steve. What’s going on in that enhanced brain of yours?” Sam was still gently stroking his face, not making any other move to touch him. Steve looked him straight in his eyes, saw the affection as well as the lust that was now clearly telegraphed and his defences, his reservations, ebbed away.

“Make me stop thinking, Sam. Please!” His plea was almost whispered - raw and desperate.

Sam’s smile widened as he shifted and moved closer, leaning over Steve as he sat on the bed and brought their lips together. 

Since waking up, despite what Nat had initially thought, Steve hadn’t been celibate, having sought out a few anonymous hook-ups with both men and women. The only problem had been that most people had assumed that because of his size that he’d naturally want to be in charge and while that may sometimes have been the case, it wasn’t what he wanted all of the time. However, as soon as Sam kissed him, leaned into it with natural dominance, Steve knew that Sam got him. Knew what Steve needed in the here and now. His heart sang and he felt no guilt as he turned himself over to the sensations.

He reached out, his hand curling into the front of Sam’s shirt just as Sam’s tongue demanded entry to his mouth. He let it in gladly, enjoying the soft urgency, filled with want, but also unhurried. He whined, his own tongue joining in the dance as Sam pressed him back onto the bed, lying on top of him. Steve didn’t know how long they made out for, slow and easy, with their bodies pressed together and their cocks brushing against each other through their clothes, but he could feel impatience - a neediness - burning through his veins, and when he began to roll his hips, in search of more friction, Sam broke away with a chuckle.

“Feeling needy, Steve? What do you want from me?” Sam questioned him gently, no doubt aware of how Steve was floating off into a different headspace. He dipped his head and nuzzled at Steve’s throat before latching onto a patch of skin and sucking a mark onto it. “We could just do this - make out and rub against each other? Or I could put my hand on you, stroke your no doubt pretty cock until you come and cry? Or we could go further? I could open you up, stretch you out and fuck you until you don’t know your own name?”

Steve let out a moan, his eyelids fluttering at the mental image Sam had painted for him. Sam just moved to the other side of his neck, raising a matching mark that would unfortunately fade too soon. “Words, sugar. Need to know you’re on board.” He reached down, open palm skimming over Steve’s chest, brushing against one of his nipples, causing it to peak under his shirt. Then, without warning, Sam pinched at it, and Steve wailed, the pain and the pleasure merging into one.

“Fuck me!” Somehow, he managed to make his voice work. “Please! Want you in me.”

Lazily, Sam brushed his palm over Steve’s other nipple, and gave it the same treatment.

“Who do you want in you, sugar?” he asked as he tweaked on the stiff nub.

“Daddy!” Steve cried out. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me.”

Sam captured his lips again, and while Steve was dizzy and disoriented from the sudden harshness of it, Sam stripped him of his t-shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull the fabric over Steve’s head. 

Sam then moved back, stepping off the bed, quickly removing his own clothes and turning off the TV. Steve couldn’t move from where he was, his hands lying on the bed level with his head and his eyes squarely on Sam’s cock which bobbed in front of him, already shiny on the end with precum. Steve’s lips felt dry and he couldn’t help but wet them with his tongue, eliciting yet another rumbling laugh from Sam. 

“You’re cock-drunk already and I haven’t even started with you.”

He stepped closer again, his fingers curling around the waistband of Steve’s sweats, and perfunctorily peeled them from his body. Steve’s own cock bounced and slapped against his abs. Discarding Steve’s pants on the floor, Sam reached out and walked two fingers up the rigid length of Steve, from base to tip.

“Well, what do we have here? This all for me, baby?”

“‘S,” Steve mewled. “For you, Daddy.”

“And if Daddy was in the mood to ride this perfect cock, would you let him?” A disappointed noise left Steve’s throat at the question, because if that’s what Sam wanted then Steve would happily let him, but he just really wanted to be fucked right now - feel that stretch and burn and the almost overwhelming feeling of his prostate being rubbed just right by that perfect looking cock.

As if he could read Steve’s mind, Sam lay his hand flat on Steve’s abdomen and stroked upwards, soothing him. “It was just a question for another time, baby. I’m not gonna go back on my promise to turn you into a mess on my dick.”

“Yeah.” Steve shook his head earnestly. “‘Nother time. Let you do wha’ you want. But I need you.”

Sam gave him a knowing smile, before he dipped down to his bag, rummaging through it for a few moments before pulling out a bottle of lube. Then, with a broad grin, he crawled back up onto the bed, between Steve’s thighs.

“Pass Daddy a pillow, sugar.” At Sam’s gentle command, Steve reached up and snagged the one he wasn’t resting his head on, passing it down to Sam’s waiting hand. Then, with a tap to his hip, Steve planted his feet flat on the bed and lifted himself, so that Sam could wedge the pillow under his ass.

“Keep your legs like that,” Sam directed and Steve nodded his head, lower lip caught between his teeth. Sam flicked open the cap of the lube and squirted some out into his right palm, before taking a firm hold of Steve’s cock and starting to jerk it.

“Do you know how many times you can come, Steve? I take it you can recover quickly?”

Steve nodded again, before realising that Sam actually wanted a verbal answer. “F-four,” he replied. “‘Ve done four on my own.”

“Good boy,” Sam drawled, speeding up the motion of his hand so that his thumb pressed up Steve’s frenulum and over his tip, mixing the lube and Steve’s pre-cum together. “You come when you want. I’m gonna give you as many as you can handle.” 

With his free hand, Sam stroked over Steve’s body, sliding up to play with his nipples again, before going lower and cupping Steve’s heavy balls. He even dipped his head and mouthed at the soft skin of Steve’s thighs. All throughout he mumbled soft words of praise and encouragement, and it didn’t take long for Steve to reach his first peak. His hands fisted the sheet and his back arched as his cock jerked in Sam’s hold, shooting spurts of sticky, white cum over Sam’s fingers and his own stomach.

“There you go, sugar. One down…” Sam lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked Steve’s spend from them, a sight so down-right filthy that Steve’s eyes widened and he squirmed on the sheets. Sam just smiled back at him, before scooping more of the puddle up and moving his hand between Steve’s legs.

When Sam’s fingers connected with his hole, Steve shuddered, his cum still warm and slippery and Sam gently massaged at the taut ring of muscle. Steve tried to relax his body and let the sensations wash over him, but it wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard again and he was pressing up against Sam’s hand. Sam added more lube to his fingers, spreading it liberally, before pressing in with one finger. Steve let out a wordless moan, his body inviting the invading digit with ease. 

Sam pumped it in and out, quickly able to press the whole length of his finger inside Steve. He added a second, and Steve could almost hear the smirk on his face when Steve let out another groan. Sam spent a few minutes scissoring his fingers, stretching Steve out, before he crooked his fingers and Steve jerked like a puppet on a string. With a smile on his face, that Steve could only just see from under his lowered lashes, Sam started to rub gentle circles over Steve’s prostate. 

Steve was no stranger to a prostate massage, but it had been a long time since he’d had one so good. His cock was already twitching, precum coming out in little spurts with every press against that small organ inside him.

“Daddy…” he cried out, hoping Sam understood his need.

“Just relax,” Sam coaxed, wrapping his free hand back around Steve’s flushed cock and stroking in time with the pumps of his fingers. “There we go. Let it happen. Come for Daddy, baby.”

This time, it felt like a river - an endless stream - of cum just flowing from him and Steve writhed with the pleasure of it. 

Sam repeated the same thing when he added a third finger, rubbing over Steve’s spot, almost to the point of overstimulation, and firmly stroking Steve until he started to shudder. Sam this time took the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth, sucking firmly, making it feel as though he was drawing the cum from him.

After that third orgasm, though, Sam finally gave Steve what he wanted, removing his hand and shuffling closer on his knees, before pressing his own weeping cock against Steve’s lax hole. He slid in easily, pressing in almost to the hilt on the first thrust, Steve’s primed body accepting him without complaint. He started thrusting slowly, taking the time to get to know Steve’s body like this - for them to both get used to it. He carefully avoided hitting Steve’s sensitive prostate head on, wanting to give him a reprieve for a short time and give himself time to enjoy this. Instead he leant over, his hands coming down onto the bed next to Steve’s own hands.

“Open your eyes, Steve. Look up at me.”

Steve dragged his eyes open, the delicate lids feeling as though they were weighed down with concrete. 

“You’re so pretty, sugar,” he drawled and then ducked his head down, taking Steve’s lower lip between his teeth and giving it a nip. Steve squeaked and bucked his hips up.

“More, Daddy. Please.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Sam cautioned as he dropped kisses over Steve’s collarbone and upper chest. “Just trust me. I’ll get you there. Now, wrap your legs around me.”

As Steve did so, his hips tilted a bit more, making it easier for Sam to slide his cock back and forth over Steve’s prostate. Steve drew in a ragged breath as he felt his nebulous fourth orgasm start to coalesce somewhere in his balls. His cock was trapped against Sam’s firm stomach, and his previous spend was easing the way.

Steve was starting to feel overwhelmed by it all, his hands carefully gripping Sam’s shoulders as he rolled his body to meet each one of Sam’s thrusts.

“Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby? Do you want me to make a mess of your slutty hole?”

Steve couldn’t think of a single thing that would be better. “Yes,” he moaned out with enthusiasm. “‘M a dirty slut for you, Daddy.”

“And are you gonna come with me?” Sam asked, slyly.

“Yeah. Gon’ come. So close.” His words were slurred, the pleasure acting like a drug in his system.

“Do you need to touch yourself, or can you come like this?”

“Like this ‘s good. So good, Daddy.”

Sam altered his rhythm, slowing down, but making each stroker harder and deeper. He tangled the fingers of his right hand with Steve’s left and kissed him, each swipe of his lips an entreaty for Steve to come.  Then, with that first sensation of his orgasm racing up him, his body tightening, Steve heard Sam groan into his mouth and felt Sam’s cock twitch inside him, filling him all the way up.

Steve let himself float on the wave of bliss, only vaguely aware of Sam pulling away from him, and only because the lack of weight against his body made him feel more floaty. He tried to reach out with his hand, but it felt like a dead-weight and fell back onto the mattress.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam muttered quietly in his ear, and Steve just smiled dopily. A minute or so later, Sam’s hands were back on him, a warm, damp washcloth, wiping the sweat and cum from his skin. The pillow, that was probably ruined, was pulled out from under him, and then Steve felt Sam tugging at the coverlet, trying to get it over Steve’s frame that felt as if it was made from over-cooked noodles. 

Sam padded around the room, clearing the plates from their meal and turning out the lights until the only illumination came from one small lamp. When he climbed into the bed, his naked body brushing up against Steve’s side, Sam came to rest facing Steve, propped up on one elbow. His fingers gently raked through Steve’s hair.

“Feel better? Was that okay?”

Steve sighed happily and snuggled against Sam’s form. “Was excellent. Thank you.”

“No problem. I really do care for you, you know?”

Steve tilted his head to look up at Sam’s face, taking note of the serious expression in his dark eyes.

“I care for you too, Sam. A lot.”

Sam dropped a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Good to know. And maybe, next time, we can try for five? What do you think about that?”

Steve just smiled against Sam’s skin, wrapping both his arms around the other man and pulling him into a tighter embrace before succumbing to sleep.

Chapter 6

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[albino-d1no]

WIP

classic samsteve!! I love their classic suits so much

[pandagirl45]

Steve: what you looking at guys

Tony and clint: the view

Bruce: *in sunglasses holding a book upside down*

Bucky: *shirtless watering the yard*

Rhodey: *clipping the hedges*

Thor: *feeding the ducks*

Steve: oh... *sees sam* oh! *takes a seat watching them*

[all-about-that-rec]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes-centric, Tony Stark Does What He Wants, tony stark - Freeform, Bucky Barnes - Freeform, Protective Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel), Amnesia, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romantic Soulmates, First Words Soulmate AU, Cute, Fluff, Winter Soldier - Freeform, Tony Stark is Chaotic and we Love him for it, Methamphetamine, meth, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, BUT NOT IN THE WAY YOU THINK DON'T WORRY Summary:

Bucky Barnes is born on March 10th, 1917, with the words “Really, my meth addiction is a blessing in disguise” scrawled across his collarbone.

His life basically goes downhill from there.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 1

Master list 

Warning: mention of a car accident/coma, mention of having cancer and treatment not working anymore. 

Word Count: 3.3 k

You stepped out of the taxi after paying the man and giving him a generous tip. He was nice. You learned that being a taxi driver was his second form of income, he was helping his daughter pay through medical school. So you didn’t feel bad slipping him an extra $50. You stood on the sidewalk of New York City, fixing your beanie that rested on your head. It wasn’t cold but people always gave you weird looks when they saw your bald head. You stared at the Avengers Tower. Letting out a shaky breath, you ventured inside. You didn’t want to be here but it was your last resort. You much rather be on your sailboat, miles away from any land mass but life had other plans for you. Those plans included talking to a man who was your biological father. You pushed open the door and stepped into the excited lobby. 

People walked around with a purpose. Arms filled with papers and briefcases and even small Stark Inventions. You were ignored by some and offered a small smile but others as you walked over to the receptionist. According to her nameplate, her name was Rebecca and she was talking to a man that wasn’t thrilled at what he was being told. Soon he stormed off mimicking a child throwing a tantrum. As you stepped forward, her phone rang. She gave you a kind smile and answered, “Stark Industries, how can I help you?”

“Take your time,” you whispered and zoned out to the conversation she was having on the phone. You looked at the stuff she had on her desk. It was filled with family photos, and a few figurines but what caught your eyes was a picture of Rebecca on a research boat, holding a measuring tape to get the length of a black tip reef shark. You loved ocean conversation. You double majored; in marine biology and mechanical engineering in college then got your doctorate in marine biology. 

“Hi,” you looked back at Rebecca. She was exhausted. “How can I help you?” 

“Hi, Rebecca,” you said, putting your arms on the counter. “I’m looking to speak with Tony Stark,” you suppressed a groan. “I’m guessing you get a lot.” 

“Do you have an appointment?” You winced. 

“So no but I tried. I called and I was told he wasn’t available till 6 months from now,” you didn’t have the heart to tell her that in 6 months you’d probably be dead. “And I can’t wait that long. It’s really important.” She gave you a look that screamed, ‘I hear that all the time.’

“Look, the best I can do is schedule an appointment in two months.” It was better but you needed to see him today. Your eyes went back to the picture of her on the research boat. You recognized someone else in the photo, Captain Henry Mills. You were close to him. He allowed you to shadow him when no one else would because of your age. It was a cheap card to play but you were desperate. 

“Is that you with Captain Mills aboard the Auro?” You asked, pointing to the picture. She seemed surprised. 

“How-how do you know him?” She questioned. You smiled. 

“I got to join him for a trip when he was researching mating patterns of black tip sharks on how global warming is affecting them,” you explained. “What were you doing with him?”

“I was helping him track sharks off the coast of Florida,” she said. “I won a contest that paid for the entire trip.” She blushed. 

“Are you interested in marine biology?” You asked. She nodded. 

“I take night classes,” Impressive. Now that you looked at her she didn’t seem that much older than you. 

“Look, I’m not normally this type of person but I know Henry well. He took a chance on me when no one else would. If you call Tony and tell him that someone that knew Jessica Stone is here to see him then I will get you back on that boat with him,” she looked conflicted. It was a little unethical to put her in this position but you were desperate. She sighed. 

“I can call him but I can’t promise he’ll see you.” You smiled, it was better than nothing.  

“Thank you! Thank you! You are beautiful.” She smiled, picking up her phone. 

“Hello, Mr. Stark. I-” Pause. “I know you are busy but I have someone here that wishes to speak with you,” you rolled your eyes. “She said she knows Jessica Easton.” Another pause. “Jessica Easton,” Rebecca repeated. “Will do, sir. Yes sir.” She hung up. “He said to take the elevator to the main floor and he’ll meet you there once he finishes in his lap.” Your stomach dropped. You did it. You managed to see him. 

“Thank you!” You said, snapping out of your shock. You must have looked like a fish out of water. “Thank you! I promise you I’ll get back on the Aurora.” She laughed, blushing slightly. 

“I’m glad it worked out. Have a good one.” 

“Bye!” You waved and headed towards the elevator. You pressed the button and waited for it, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited. Finally, the metal doors opened and you walked in. 

“Hello, Miss,” a female’s voice said overhead. The doors closed behind you. “I am FRIDAY, an AI created by Mr. Stark, who will meet you on the common floor. May I have your first and last name for my voice recognition software?”  

“Woah! That is so cool!” You weren’t surprised that Tony had an AI software that controlled the entire tower. Maybe once the heavy conversation was out of the way you could ask to see how he did it. “Oh, sorry. My name is Y/n Easton.” The elevator began to rise. 

“Welcome to the tower Miss. Easton,” you thanked the AI and were grateful for the silence. Your leg began to shake as anxiety began to find a home in your bones. You suffered from anxiety from a young age, your mom used to say your head was filled with too many thoughts. You slowly exhaled for 5 seconds and inhaled for 5. You did it a few times before the elevator door opened and you stepped out. It was quite beside the TV that was playing. You were staring at the few Avengers on the floor. 

“Hi,” you said, waving. You recognized the people in front of you immediately. Sam Wilson was sitting on the couch with Steve Rogers by his side. Behind them were Wanda Maximoff and Vision, standing in the kitchen. They stared back at you, a level of confession written all over their face. 

“Hello?” Steve slowly said. “Can we help you?” You shook your head. 

“No,” you didn’t elaborate further, choosing to look around the floor. They had a beautiful view of the city. Their eyes were still on you. “I’m just waiting for Tony.” They relaxed immediately. 

“Pop a squat stranger,” Sam said, hitting the spot on the couch next to you. “Sam Wilson.” He introduced himself. 

“Steve Rogers.”

“I know who all of you are,” It was hard not to know. The Avengers were everywhere. With their fight against Thanos and bringing half of the population back, it was impossible to not know who they were. “I’m Y/n Easton,”

“So Miss. Easton,” Vision said, you turned to face the android. “How are you acquainted with Mr. Stark?” 

“Old friends,” you said. Wanda turned her head to the side, matching the way a dog did when they didn’t understand a sound. “It’s complicated,” Sam laughed as you turned back around. 

“That is the only way to describe Stark,” you giggled, putting your attention on the movie they were watching. The Sound of Music. You were surprised by the movie choice since the man watching it fought in the very war it was depicting. 

“Sound of Music?” You questioned. “Kind of a strange movie to watch when the man sitting next to you is old enough to have lived through it.” The others laughed as the tips of Steve’s ears turned pink. You smiled. 

“We have to show this fossil some of the classics,” Sam said. “And between you and me I love Julie Andrews.”

“Who doesn't,” Wanda said from the kitchen. “She’s a national treasure.” 

“The Nazis apparently,” Steve deadpanned. The living speech devolved into laughter at his joke and it died down as a pair of footsteps walked over. You turned around to see the one and only Tony Stark. He looked like he saw a ghost. His eyes were wide. 

“Hi,” you said, standing up to face him. You knew all about the man standing in front of you. You just never saw him in person. He was created by what the papers wrote about, the interviews you watched, and your mother’s letters. 

“You look so much like her,” you said. You smiled. You got that a lot. Everyone said you and your mother were twins. 

“I got that a lot,” you told him. “Besides my eyes.” Jessica’s eyes were blue and yours were brown. “She said I got my eyes from my dad.” His brown eyes flickered to yours. “Hi dad,” The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart you could hear in your ears. 

“Oh shit,” Sam whispered. You heard a slap followed by a yelp but your eyes didn’t leave Tony, trying to gauge his reaction. Sam’s comment snapped him out of his trance 

“Why don’t we go talk somewhere private?” You nodded, picked up your bag, and followed him. You ignored the eyes on your bag. The silence between you and Tony wasn’t awkward but tense. He opened a door and held it open for you. It was a simple office room with a desk and TV. You sat down and Tony closed the door and then sat down next to you. You weren’t sure to start this conversation. Hell, you never thought you would need to have this talk. “I didn’t know Jessica was pregnant. She never told me. Are you sure-?” 

“That I’m your daughter?” You cut him off. He nodded. It was a valid question. You wondered if other people have come forward and claimed to be the billionaire’s kid. You unclipped your bag and pulled out an envelope. “I found this,” you handed it to him. You watched him open it. It was a letter written by your mother the day you were born. She included a photo of you. “She was going to tell you. There are more letters all addressed to you.” Tony held the picture of you in his hand. You pride yourself on the ability to read people’s micro-expressions. Those expressions showed the person's true feelings when they tried to hide behind a mask. Tony went through a mix of sadness, anger, and happiness. 

“Why didn’t she tell me?” He asked, putting the letter and picture back into the envelope. “I would have been there for you.”

“Would you have?” You asked. You didn’t want to hurt him with the question but you were curious. “Maybe she didn’t think you could have been. You both became successful so maybe it was for the best.” Tony sighed, rubbing his hand across his face. 

“Does she know you are here?” He asked. You smiled, looking down, and shaking your head. 

“No,” she whispered. Gods, you missed her so much. “She died 6 years ago. We were in a car accident. I woke up from a 2-week comma and she never did.” It was a hit-and-run. The police tried to figure out who caused the accident but the trail went cold. “During the Blip, I went through her stuff and found these letters. I put the pieces together.” 

“I’m sorry,” he tried to keep his voice from shaking. You’ve thrown a lot at the man. “What your mother and I had was brief but she was an amazing woman.” 

“I know,” you said. She was a remarkable woman, putting herself through law school and working her way up to become a state attorney all while being a single mother. 

“Are you living in the city?” He asked. You were surprised by the sudden change in the conversation. 

“I am,” you moved here at the beginning of the year. So you’ve only lived in the city for 4 months. It was easier than commuting to your doctor's. 

“We could get you a room here,” he said. “So we can get to know each other.” He added quickly. Oh. You weren’t expecting that. To be honest, you weren’t sure what to expect from America’s Playboy. 

“I’d like that a lot,” you said. He smiled. 

“Great, I’ll show you around.” Tony stood up and opened the door, almost running into Pepper Potts. You saw Tony panic not expecting to see his wife. 

“Sam told me I could find you here.” That didn’t surprise you. Sam seemed like someone to cause trouble. She looked at Tony to you then back to Tony. 

“Mrs. Potts,” you said, standing up and extending your hand. “My name is Y/n Easton. I’m a huge fan of how you’ve transformed Stark Industries.” She shook your hand. 

“Your mother was Jessica Easton,” you nodded. “I was sad to hear of her passing. My condolences.” She glanced at Tony with a tilt of her head as if she was trying to put all the pieces together. “Tony, what’s going on?” That was your cue to leave. 

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” you said, putting your bag on your shoulder. You didn’t miss the pleading look from Tony for you to stay. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. You left with a smile. 

*

Tony watched as the door closed the door behind him and felt all the air leave his lungs. Your question stumped him. Would he have been there for you? His gut instinct was to say yes. He would have been there; to see your first steps or hear your first words. But he had to be realistic. Everything he created was here, not in DC. Now you were here and he wasn’t going to lose his second chance. First, he had to explain everything to Pepper. With a sigh, he sat down. “What’s going on, Tony?” She asked, sitting down in front of him. He pulled out the letter from Jessica and handed it to her. 

“She’s my kid,” he answered. His wife blinked at him before opening the letter. “Jessica and I slept together, once maybe twice before you and I were together,” he rubbed his hand over his face. “I didn’t know she was pregnant.” Pepper was silent as she put the letter away and tapped it against her hand. “Please say something.”

“What does she want?” Tony wasn’t stupid maybe a little dense but not stupid. You were here for a reason and he had a feeling it was a medical reason. Maybe you needed help with bills. God knows he could fork over a few hundred to help. 

“She hasn’t said.: 

“And this,” she pushed the letter back to him. “Is the only proof that you have that she’s yours.” Tony nodded. Pepper sighed, resting her chin on her hands. “Tony..”

“I know, I know this whole thing is ridiculous,” he stood up and leaned on the back of the chair. “We’ll do a DNA test but if she is mine and she needs help I can’t turn her away,” he looked at the door you left through. “When I’ve already missed so much.” 

“Okay,” his head snapped back to look at his wife so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. “Okay, we’ll help her.” 

“We?” Tony questioned. Pepper rolled her eyes and stood up, walking over to him. 

“Yes, we,” she said. “We do things together.” Tony kissed her, cupping her cheeks with his hands as he tried to pour every ounce of love he had for the woman standing in front of him. 

“Have I ever told you that you're amazing?” He asked. Pepper laughed. 

“It’s always good to be reminded,” she smiled. 

*

You sat at the kitchen island staring at the glass of water. You’ve learned to manage the symptoms but some days were better than others. There was a deep ache in your bones today. You contributed to all the emotions you were feeling. You fished a bottle of ibuprofen out of your back and took two pills, washing it down with water. “Here,” you jumped at Wanda’s voice. “Sorry,” she placed a small bowl of gelatin and a sleeve of saltine crackers in front of you. 

“I’m guessing you know then,” you said, taking a small bite of the gelatin. She nodded, smiling sadly at you. 

“I didn’t mean to,” she said. “Sometimes I just travel into people’s minds.” You weren’t mad at her. They were all going to find out shortly. “Have you told Tony?”

“Not yet. He’s explaining to Pepper who I am. Can you imagine being a fly on that wall?” Wanda giggled but soon her laughter stopped and her smile fell. 

“Is your treatment not going well?” She asked. You bit your bottom lip. There was no reason to lie so she could see through your mind. 

“No,” you admitted. Before you could explain more you saw Tony walk over to you. 

“Ready for a tour of the tower?” You nodded, downing the rest of the water from the glass and taking the role of saltines as you stood up. You ignored the look Tony gave you, questioning why you had those. That conversation would come, all in due time. 

Touring the tower was a whirlwind and it didn't help that your body protested every step. But you put on a brave face and listened to Tony explain all the features of the tower and met some of the other Avengers. You were impressed and excited to explore after a much-needed nap. At the end of the tour, you were joined by Pepper and walked outside to one of the tower's many patios.  

It was beautiful outside and the patio provided a great view of the city. “I’m going, to be honest with you both,” you looked at the couple sitting next to you. “I was never going to reach out. You were living your life and I was living mine and I had no reason to. But I need help,” you took off your beanie. “About a year ago I was diagnosed with acute myelogenous leukemia or AML. I’ve gone through chemotherapy and treatment but now it’s not touching it. My doctors said I need a bone marrow transplant and you are all I have left.” 

“There is no one on your mom’s side?” You shook your head, playing with the beanie. It was a gift from your old neighbor back in DC. 

“Mom was an only child. I’ve met her parents once and it was at her funeral,” you looked back at them. “I know this is insane and I came here and turned your life upside down so I’m not expecting anything. I just-” you sighed, rubbing your hand over your bald head. “I’m a little out of options here.” You laughed. 

“How long are they saying you have?” Tony asked. You looked back at the city skyline. You hated this. You hated telling people you were dying because of the pity in their eyes. 

“6 months. Another year if I’m lucky.” You didn’t look back at them. “But you know life has been good for me.” 

“We’ll help you,” you looked at the couple in front of you. Tony wasn’t looking at you with pity but determination. Pepper had love in her eyes and it was something you haven’t seen since your mother. 

“Yeah?” You questioned. Pepper nodded. 

“We’ll figure it out. Together.”   

_

Welcome to this AU! I’m excited to show you what I have in store!

[braveclementine]

Chapter 13

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

Shuri was the one to wake you up early the next day. Grumbling, you rolled off the bed, stumbling over the door and yanking it open.

"It's so early." You complained as Shuri walked into your room wearing a white T-shirt and a blue short skirt. Your sister was still fast asleep in the bed, completely oblivious to the royal princess standing in your room.

"But we have so much exploring that needs to be done!" Shuri squealed. "Come on, you can't tell me that you don't want to see the entire island, do you?"

You sighed, trudging over to sit on the couch. "Alright, alright, just let me wake up."

Shuri practically squealed, jerking your sister awake.

"What the fuck?" Y/S/N groaned, sitting up in bed, wiping her eyes, "Oh, hello Shuri."

"Hello Y/S/N." Shuri said, grabbing one of your suitcases to rifle through your clothes. She threw something at you, which you ignored as it landed beside you on the couch. "Come on! Get excited! Get dressed! I want breakfast."

You sighed, looking over at the two-piece bathing suit she wanted you to wear underneath a light blue sundress.

You moved to the bathroom, tossing on the clothes, before stepping out. You put on a pair of sneakers that went with the skimpy dress, before you and Shuri left- your sister lucky enough to go back to sleep.

Shuri was bouncing with ridiculous energy as you headed through the grand hotel, and you could feel yourself waking up as energy started to fill you too. You rarely traveled, so being in someplace new and exotic was certainly enticing.

Shuri and you went to one of the buffets that were inside of the hotel. There was such a large variety of food, you had to explore- though not taste- everything.

There were normal breakfast foods like waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and several different breakfast pastries. There were also several different cereals- whatever you could think of, they had.

There was a order station where you could ask one of the cooks to make you a fresh omelet. There were also what you would consider 'lunch' food, like pizza. And they had several different pizzas, including a candy pizza which- no. That just looked disgusting.

There were also large baskets of fruit and also bars with chunks of fresh fruit. And of course, a dispenser with several types of juices and sodas. There was also three different types of milk and four different types of coffee.

You found that Shuri and you weren't the only ones down here for breakfast. Okoye quickly joined your side, both being Shuri's guard for the day, and her soulmate. Tony, Fury, Maria, Stephen, Steve, Bucky, and Sam were also up and Shuri, Okoye, and you joined them at the table.

"What are you girls up to today?" Steve asked.

"Swimming!" Shuri said joyfully. "There's an amazing slide that we're going to go on, right Y/N?"

"Uh, yeah." You said, having no idea what you were talking about. Some water slide?

"Nothing to dangerous." Steve commanded you.

You smirked. "So no petting the wild cats?"

"There's wild cats?" Bucky asked, eyes lighting up.

"Oh yeah!" Shuri said excitedly, almost bouncing up and down in her seat with excitement, "When it gets dark on the island, a bunch of cats will come out. Oh, and we could go swim with the wild pigs too. Or maybe the flamingos? Or the dolphins?"

"How about all of them?" You said with a laugh.

"Oh yes, great idea." Shuri said.

"What's a great idea?" T'Challa's tired voice sounded from behind us. Nakia was with him at the moment, but no guards.

"Apparently they're going to swim with pigs, flamingos, and dolphins." Sam said, shaking his head as he ate his bacon.

"You cannot swim with flamingos." T'Challa said with a bit of a smile.

"But we could take pictures among them!" Shuri said.

You felt exhausted already and the day hadn't even started. "What are your guy's plans?"

"Surfing." Bucky and Sam said at the same time.

You nodded, "Sounds like fun."

"Do you mind if I come with you and my little sister?" T'Challa asked.

"Not at all." Shuri said. "We can tease you relentlessly now."

You giggled, "Sure, you can come."

"That's what she said." Tony muttered under his voice. Stephen pinched his ear sharply. "Ow!" Tony shouted in surprise.

"Knock it off Tones." Stephen muttered.

You just ignored him, though the corner of your mouth was just rebelling, trying to smile.

"Hill, Coulson, and I were also going to look at the island pigs." Fury said, rolling his one good eye, "Not sure why, but I guess so."

"Because they're cute!" Maria protested on the other side of him.

Sam lifted a piece of bacon up to the light, "And delicious."

Maria glared at him while you laughed. Fury chuckled too.

Shuri finished off her plate much faster than Okoye or you. She bounced up and down impatiently, waiting for you to finish your plates so that you guys could leave. Once you put your fork down, you barely got a breather before she was grabbing your hand, trying to pull you out of your seat.

"Oi! Woman!" You muttered. "You're breaking my circulation."

Shuri grinned. "Come on you guys! We can't just eat all day!"

"You've been here for less than an hour." Tony pointed out.

"Exactly, much to long." Shuri said.

T'Challa laughed, getting out of his chair with the grace and dignity of, well, a King. He took my other hand, "Alright, Shuri, let's go."

Okoye also stood and the four of us made our way out of the buffet to go and figure out what to do first.

Turns out the water slide that Shuri had mentioned was the one that was most famous in the Bahamas. The one that is shaped like a pyramid. The one where you can either go down on your ass or in a tube. The one that you went through and the sharks were all around you.

"Um, we're going to kill ourselves on that thing." You said as Shuri took off her shirt and skirt, leaving her in an orange two-piece bathing suit. She folded up her clothes, putting them in one of the beach bags that she had over her shoulder. You reluctantly followed suit, putting your shoes and sundress in the bag as well.

Shuri rolled her eyes, dragging you up the stairs. "We only have to ride it twice."

"Twice." You repeated. "You're crazy."

"Come on, going down without a tube is easier anyways. We're getting the hard part out of the way!"

T'Challa was no help, looking amused at the interaction between his sister and you. Okoye, of course, was up for just about anything that Shuri wanted, as long as it wasn't dangerous and T'Challa didn't disapprove.

You were screwed.

You waited anxiously, shifting from foot to foot as you quickly ascended the stairs towards your doom. Your heart was pounding in the chest, every person going down the slide screaming their heads off, faces screwed up in anxiety.

"Do you have a fear of heights?" T'Challa asked as you looked over the edge again, shivering.

"Um-" Did you?

"Don't worry, you'll be perfectly fine." T'Challa said, putting an arm over your shoulder. God he looked so hot in just a pair of black swim trunks. His dark chest was deeply defined and he was being absolutely idolized by half of the female population around us.

The top just coming sooner and sooner before Okoye went first. She made not a sound as she disappeared down the slide.

Shuri, bouncing for excitement, wriggled in anticipation, waiting for the lifeguard to tell her that she could go.

As she went down the slide, you heard her whoop in excitement.

You swallowed as it was your turn now. You stepped onto the slide, feeling the cool water pool around your feet. Hmm, maybe you should've gone for a swim first, before heading directly for a water slide.

"Keep your arms crossed over your chest and your legs crossed at the ankle." The lifeguard instructed you as you laid down, waiting for his single. Your heart was pumping, trying to jump out of your chest as you followed his instructions, "Remember to stay on your back."

It was nearly a vertical fall. If you leaned forward, you'd probably just fall into midair.

Okay- not really- but still.

"Alright, you can go." He said.

Without thinking, you used your heels to push yourself forward, and then you were flying down the slide. You screwed your eyes shut, screaming as you went down. There was a whoosh of exhilaration through you, your stomach dropping. You opened your eyes as you went through the tunnel, but you were going to fast to even see the sharks.

You climbed up to your feet as you shot out of the end of the slide, stumbling over to where Shuri and Okoye were standing.

"Okay, wasn't to bad." You admitted, now that you were standing on solid ground.

"Right! That was so fun!" Shuri squealed.

T'Challa shot out the other side of the slide, almost doing a back flip, his legs sticking straight up in the air as he tumbled out.

You giggled.

"You were very graceful brother." Shuri said with a grin as he climbed out to join us. He simply grinned back, shaking water off his head.

Shuri and you went back up the slide to use the tubes. This time as you bottomed out on the slide, you were in a long glass tunnel, the water calmly pushing you through so that you could see through the glass and observe the sharks.

It was hard to see, as the glass was very thick and the water was dark, but you could still see the sharks if you concentrated hard enough. It was so nerve wracking to think that if the glass just magically broke, you would suddenly be in a pit of water with sharks.

Sure, they were probably well fed, but still, wouldn't you take a bite of dessert even if you were full from your meal?

The thought made goosebumps pop up on your arms, and you were glad when the ride was done.

The four of you spent a majority of the morning and the afternoon exploring different pools and slides. You would occasionally see someone that you knew, and you'd stop to chat, maybe even do something with them, and then inevitably, you'd part ways.

Rhodey and Clint joined you guys for lunch at one of the outdoor places. You ordered a chicken finger and french fry basket, continuously slapping Clint's hands away as he tried to steal your fries.

Clint and Rhodey joined you guys as you continued on. Eventually though, Shuri and Okoye were both getting tired walking around so they went back to the hotel while you stayed with three of your boys.

"What do you guys want to do now?" Clint asked as you tossed your lunch baskets.

"Can we go down to the ocean?" You asked. "We've been spending time at the pools, but we haven't been to the ocean yet."

"Sure sweet mama." Clint grinned. He gave you a piggy back ride down to the ocean, which was just absolutely beautiful.

He put you down once you touched the sand. You gingerly walked around the seaweed that was scattered on the beach. There were several tourists down here, laying down on towels or plastic chairs. Lots of kids were out, playing in the surf. Some ski jets were speeding around past the buoys. Seeing that one of the men had a metal arm, you grinned and nudged Clint.

"Well damn, the old men are driving those?" Clint teased.

You giggled.

Clint pulled his purple T-shirt off, putting it where the rest of our stuff was sitting in the sun.

You, Clint, Rhodey, and T'Challa played in the ocean before you all laid down on the beach. You fell asleep between Clint and Rhodey.

A few hours, you woke up with a towel over your back, your face pressed into Rhodey's chest as he held you there. You smiled a little, loving how caring everyone was.

"Well don't you guys look tuckered out." Sam's teasing voice sounded from somewhere behind you.

You rolled over, seeing that Steve, Bucky, and Sam were standing there, all of them soaking wet, and looking rather pumped up.

"Did you have fun on your ski jets?" You asked as you sat up. Bucky moved to sit behind you, running his cold hand down your back. Steve and Sam both sat down in front of you, not bothering to keep their voices low.

"Yeah, it was very fun doll, I'll take you on the back of mine tomorrow." Bucky said. You leaned back into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked, scrutinizing you with his eyes. "You've been drinking plenty of water today, right? You don't want to get dizzy or faint, especially with all of the time that you're spending in the sun."

Sam chuckled, "Don't be such a dad, daddy."

Steve blushed, glaring at Sam out of the corner of his eye. "I'm just making sure our girl is alright."

"I'm alright Steve, thanks for worrying about me." You said sweetly. "T'Challa and Rhodey have been making sure I've been drinking plenty of water all day."

"Good." Steve said, looking like he was resisting sticking his tongue out at Sam.

Bucky just laughed quietly, his mouth on your neck sending vibrations through your entire body.

When the other three did wake up, you guys headed back up to the hotel. You went back to your hotel room, finding it empty, and went ahead, taking a shower, washing salt and chlorine off your body and out of your hair. Sand seemed to have found it's way into every crevice that your body had and it was a pain to get it all out. But you wouldn't have changed anything about your afternoon for anything.

You got dressed in a nice F/C dress, because you knew Tony wanted to take you guys to a fancy restaurant.

Thor was there to pick you up at the door, looking rather handsome in his Navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and matching blue tie.

Loki joined you, wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt. You ended up walking into the restaurant on either God's arms, receiving stares from basically anyone who kept up with current events and knew who Thor and Loki were.

"The blush on your cheeks makes you look stunning pet." Loki grinned as you were flushed with embarrassment.

The new nickname made your stomach turn.

The three of you were the last to join the other nine waiting members of your soulmate bond. It was custom for the five days leading up to the wedding, you were supposed to have one meal with only your soulmates and no one else.

Loki pulled out the chair for you at the circular table before you sat down, moving it in for you. You felt like a princess of sorts, and wondered how long this treatment would last. You liked it, for sure, but you hoped that you would also be able to scoot your own chair in eventually. But soulmates were usually even more attentive to their soulmates before a bonding ceremony, so that was probably what this all was.

The conversations flowed easily, starting with what you guys had done with your day, to what you guys hoped to do before the wedding, after the wedding and bonding ritual, souvenirs you were looking for, all the way to missions and politics.

As dessert came around, you were starting to feel the full affects of the active day. You pushed you plate away gently, waiting for the night to end so that you could go back upstairs and get some sleep.

Fury was the one that caught on that you were exhausted and said, "Well, we have quite a few busy days ahead of us. We should probably head off to bed now."

Everyone promptly agreed, chairs scraping back against the tiled floor as we up. Tony and Stephen accompanied me up to my room and I watched a little enviously as the two of them walked back to their hotel room, hand in hand. They'd probably have a really fun night tonight.

You sighed as you headed into your own room. You hadn't even seen your father yet. Maybe you'd go and see him tomorrow. After all, the wedding was in four days and you still hadn't chosen who would walk you down the aisle.

You took care of all the necessities before climbing into the empty bed. Y/S/N was probably with Ben at the moment, she might even stay over with him.

However, you did take comfort than in less than a week, you would be married to the people you had been waiting for most in your life, and you would never spend another night alone ever again.

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙, & The Stars ✨

Chapter 7: Dark side of the moon

word count: 6.6

warnings: angsty, butterflies (I know it makes no sense but you’ll see & I know some people hate bugs), mentions of a physical attack, insecure Bucky, insecure reader, mentions of death, talk of Bucky’s past

A/N: there is a lot going on for this chapter but I hope you like it!! We’ll see a bit more of Mrs. Levy 👀👀

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Ch. 6

Sam walks into their apartment about 30 minutes after dropping you off. He finds Steve and Bucky making out in the living room, both almost completely naked, their soft moans fill the silence. They stop to look over and find Sam watching them. An eyebrow quirked upward at the scene laid before him.

“Did you just get back?” He asks Bucky as he walks further into the apartment. 

“Uh- no I uh- I got in around 3:00.” 

Sam stops and looks between Bucky and Steve. 

“Were you in debriefings all afternoon?” 

Bucky shakes his head after sitting up straighter on the couch. The answer has Sam frowning. 

“Why didn’t you let me know you were back?”

“Steve told me you were out with Y/N, I didn’t want to bother either of you.” Bucky looks away. 

“You wouldn’t have bothered us, she asked about you.” Sam walked toward him and lifted Bucky’s chin, “I’m glad you’re back safe.” He said and placed a kiss on his lips.  

“How did it go?”  Steve asked. The three men had agreed to keep their bond closed off while they were with you unless it was necessary. Any time spent with you was a step closer to establishing a relationship and more. 

“It was good, she loved the Polaroid and the festival.” Steve pulled Sam down to the couch and ran his nose up Sam’s neck. He could smell the sweet scent that was just you mixed in perfectly with Sam’s and it was intoxicating. 

“What did you two get up to?” 

Sam smirked, “A good alpha doesn’t kiss and tell.” He got up from the couch and headed toward their shared room. 

“I’m gonna shower but Buck, baby, you should call her. She’s worried about you.”

Bucky nods and watches as Sam walks into their room. He sighs and his shoulders sag.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. I just didn’t think I’d get a chance to be with an omega and Y/N is good, so good. I just-” 

“Buck, don't do this to yourself. Focus on the fact that you do get the chance. Call her tomorrow will ya?”

“I will.” He smiles.

“Good, now let’s go see if Sammy needs some help getting clean.” Steve smirks as he leads Bucky into the bathroom. He didn’t see Bucky’s smile falter at the thought of calling you. It wasn’t you, it was him that he was worried about. 

You walked into the busy cafe searching for Steve and Sam. As much as they insisted on picking you up you told them you would meet them there. They had a longer break than you so it made sense if they ordered for you while you made your way down the two blocks. You smile when you see them sitting towards the back and you quickly make your way to them. 

“There she is.” Sam announces, having seen you walk in. 

“Hi Sam,” you give him a quick kiss before turning. “Hi Steve.” you smile as you peck his lips.

“Hello beautiful, here let me get your chair. The food should be out soon.” 

“Thank you. How is your training going?”

“You know, same as always. There are a few promising candidates and some that need work.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re just distracted. I know I would be if you were training me.” you smile at the way Steve blushes. It’s the comfort that they provide, the sense of safety that allows you to be this carefree in conversation.

“Well I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be doing a lot of training if you were a recruit.” Sam smiles when you giggle. 

Just then the waitress walks over and sets your food down. She asks if you need anything else and then she’s gone again.

“How’s work?” Sam asks.

“Busy, Mrs. Levy is really getting on my nerves lately. I don’t even know what I did to make her hate me.”

“Want me to go by and charm her.” Steve asks with a wink. 

“Yeah, grannies love Steve.” 

“No way, she’ll think I’m corrupting you or something.”

Both men laugh.

“Come on, she can’t be that bad. And you’re the sweetest person we know. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.”

“She really doesn’t like me. So I’m not sure, we don’t even work together technically. But it’s whatever I try not to pay her any mind.” 

“That’s our girl.” Sam says. 

You enjoy your meal, sharing bites of food with each other and laughing. It was so natural to be with them like you really are meant to be together. One thing is bothering you so you ask.

“So have either of you heard from Bucky?” You look at Sam and then Steve when you feel them tense up beside you. “I just… it’s been a few days since I’ve heard from him. And I know that it’s a mission and he’s busy but I’d assume they would check in with your team right?” 

“He didn’t call you?” Steve asks but he isn’t really looking at you, his eyes or fixated on Sam. 

“No, I haven’t heard from him in a few days. He’s not hurt is he?”

Sam shakes his head. “No but,” He hesitates.  “He's back. He said he would call you yesterday.” 

“Oh.” That hurt. He had been back but didn’t bother to at least let you know he was ok. Was he rejecting you? You weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong but you didn’t want to find out at that moment. “I-Um I should head back, my lunch is almost up.” You get up, avoiding their gaze.

“Sweetheart, wait.” Steve calls out as you move through the cafe quickly. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath when a group of people block his way. 

“We should head back. Let’s find out what happened.” Sam says as he puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky sat on the couch in his therapist’s office again. His leg bounced as he waited for this session to be over. 

“What seems to be troubling you, James?”

He shrugs his shoulders but won’t meet her eyes. The room is quiet, suffocating for Bucky. All he wants to do is leave, maybe see you. To apologize for disconnecting. He hopes Steve and Sam won’t tell you he’s back already because he’s sure that you’d be upset that he hadn’t reached out. You sounded disappointed when he had to cancel your date. But he was doubting his abilities as an alpha again. That voice in his head that reminds him of all the bad he’s done. Telling him he doesn’t deserve to have you, that you deserve better. Or worse, that you would get hurt because of him.

“How was your last mission?” 

“It was fine.” 

Dr. Fink sighs again and writes a note down. She allows him to sit in silence, she’s been working with Bucky long enough to know that he’ll eventually say something.

“I almost hurt a woman on this mission. A bystander. She’s an omega.” He started saying. “One nightmare that I keep having is about this one particular mission I had when I was the Winter Soldier. There was limited intel on the person so the last thing I expected was to find him trying to protect his omega. I can still hear her cries as her mark was removed.” Bucky’s voice cracks at the end and he clears his throat. “This omega, from the mission, looked like her. I thought I was seeing a ghost. Reminds me why I don’t deserve to have an omega.” 

“But?” Dr. Finks eyes him curiously.

“I met someone. Actually the three of us have.” 

“An omega?”

He nods.

“How is that going? Dealing with three omegas.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s just one. See we met her at different times but it turned out to be the same person. She’s been through hell and despite that she’s sweet, kind. I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

“How did you meet? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I was out with the team and I stepped outside for some fresh air. I caught her scent so I followed it. When I found her some prick had her pinned to a wall. She was fighting to get free.”

“You helped her?” 

“Of course I did, I couldn’t let her get hurt.”

She nods as she writes something else down. 

“Seems like you should listen to your alpha instincts more often.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. 

“Have you and your partners discussed the possibility of courting this person?” 

“We did and we are. I think they’re at lunch with her right now actually.”

“But?” Dr. Fink prompts again.

“What if she finds out what I did? The thought of her being scared of me… it's just, I don’t know what I would do. It would be easier to pull away now than to allow any real feelings to develop.” 

“James, the only thing that I can tell you is that you have to talk to her. Be honest and let her choose if she wants to continue the courtship.” 

“What about Sam and Steve? They’re smitten.” 

Dr. Fink puts a hand up to stop him. “This isn’t about them, it's about you. Now in every relationship there are things you compromise on, your mental health and well-being is not one of them. So talk to her, let her decide and then talk with Sam and Steve.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“What has got you down Sweets?” Jonah asked as he walked up to your desk. 

“Nothing.” you answer way too quickly.

“Oh come on. You’ve been pouty since you got back from your lunch date. Did Sam or Steve do something? I’ll kick their ass. I know I’ve said this before but  I don't care that they’re avengers.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards in a small smile before you turn to someone handing in some papers. They give you a quiet thanks and head out of the building. You turn back to find Jonah looking at you still expecting an answer. 

“I’m fine, really.”

“You know, if you’ve changed your mind about them you can end the courtship.”  

“I’m not the one that changed my mind.” you mumble as you turn to put away the papers. 

“Did they end it? Is that why you’re upset?” 

“No, it’s just last week Bucky and I were supposed to go on a date on Friday but he called earlier in the week and canceled because he had a mission. Which I understand, it’s his job. He had called and messaged me but then the calls stopped. So today at lunch I asked about him and Sam and Steve said he was back and that he said he would call me yesterday but he never did. What if he doesn’t want to see me anymore? Or what if I did something wrong?”  

“I highly doubt you did anything wrong. Maybe something happened on the mission and he just needed to clear his mind.” 

You shake your head. “Then why lie to Sam and Steve? Maybe this is for the best.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t look for a way to run away from this, you deserve to be happy and they make you happy. I know it’s scary, especially after everything you’ve been through just get yourself some answers before you make a choice.” Jonah sighs as he walks around the desk to give you a hug. “I have to get back but call down if you need anything.” 

“I will.”

Bucky had left his therapist’s office and wandered around the city for a while. He knew there was a chance you were aware that he was back already and Steve and Sam would know he didn’t call. He scolded himself, part of him was trying to push you away on purpose. To protect you and keep you away from more darkness, how could he possibly make you happy if he had done horrible things to innocent people. The other part of him was scared. Steve and Sam were part of his world, they knew the risks they fought them everyday. But you weren't, and sure you’ve seen violence but that was in the past. What if you knew what he had done and you hated him? Or worse, what if you were afraid of him? He could only picture the look of horror on your face if you knew the truth. You would realize that he wasn’t a good man, a good alpha. But then he remembered how you held on to him when he first met you. How you held on to him in the lab. He cursed under his breath and he realized the only way to end this guessing game was just to tell you and let you make the choice. Bucky took out his phone and called you, it rang a few times and then went to voicemail. He called again and left a message. Were you mad? Possibly and he couldn’t blame you. Bucky looked at the time and realized you should be leaving work so it was strange you didn’t answer.

Bucky: Hey darling, I was wondering if we could talk? I can stop by your apartment if that’s ok with you. 

Bucky stared at his phone for what felt like hours until three little dots appeared and disappeared and then a message popped up.

Darling: can’t talk @ hospital

His heart stopped. Has the pack from the alley found you again? He should have made sure they would never be able to get up. In a panic he messaged Nat asking to track your phone to know which hospital you were at. Once he knew Bucky messaged Steve and Sam before racing over wanting to make sure you were ok.

If someone would have told you that your Monday night would end with you accompanying Mrs. Levy to the emergency room, you would laugh in their face. But here you were. Waiting to hear word on the condition of the older woman. Your phone rang and you saw Bucky’s name pop up on your screen but you declined the call, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk to him yet. Your phone lights up to see a message from him. Two cops walked into the waiting area and called your name, waving you over when you looked up. You shoot off a quick to let him know you can’t talk and walk over to the officers. The detectives introduced themselves and started asking you all sorts of questions. As they finish and hand you a card with their number, your phone goes off.

“Hi Steve.” 

“Sweetheart are you ok? Bucky said you were in the hospital.” 

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m here with Mrs. Levy, someone attacked her outside of work.”

“Is she ok, did she see who did it?” 

“I’m still waiting for someone to come out. The guy knocked her down and had his hand around her neck when I walked out. Then when he realized I was there he tried to attack me. I fought him off though.” You said as if it were no big deal. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“I fought the guy off. So thank you for teaching me some self defense.” 

“Well I’m very proud of you sweetheart, but you’re sure you’re not hurt?”

“I’m sure. I have this really great teacher and I’ve defeated Captain America.” 

He chuckles. “Well if you’re sure. Call us when you’re ready to leave we can pick you up and give Mrs. Levy a ride too.” 

“I will. Bye Steve.” 

“Bye sweetheart.” 

You hang up and place your phone in your back pocket. Turning around to find a nurse to ask about the older woman you’re instead faced with Bucky. He was scanning the waiting area with rising panic until he looked in your direction. His shoulders sag when he sees that you’re in fact ok. A nurse moves back to her station and you turn to her and ask about Mrs. Levy’s condition only to find that they were finishing up some x-rays. When you turn back Bucky is closer to you. You want to ignore him but he looks like a kicked puppy. Truthfully, there is a part of you that wants to go to him. Your hindbrain is urging you to go to your alpha after not seeing him for so long. Bucky moves first though and he stands in front of you with a guilty look in his eyes. 

“I should have called, I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He says as he finally looks at you. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

He sighs and looks around before looking back at you. “Do you think we could talk somewhere a little bit more private?” 

You nod because you want to know what’s going on with him. Bucky takes your hand and moves towards a small waiting room that is currently empty. He paces a little before looking at you. You stand close to the door with your arms crossed over your chest and wait for him to explain.

“I’m sorry, for everything.”

“Are you rejecting me?” You ask because it’s all you’ve been thinking about since you had lunch with Sam and Steve.

“What? No. I could never reject you.”

“Then what’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

Bucky shakes his head, a permanent type of sadness in his eyes. 

“I’m afraid you’ll be the one rejecting me after this.”

He looks up at you again. You stand there still waiting for an explanation and as much as he’s scared that you’ll be afraid of him he tells you most of his past. The things he’s had to do and how he had to hurt omegas. As much as Bucky would have liked not to do this, he told you the truth as ugly as it might be. The whole time his scent spikes with distress and fear. He sighs when he’s done and prepares himself for the inevitable rejection but it doesn’t come. 

“I know.” Is what you say to break the awkward silence. “I’ve known since the day after we met.” 

He looks at you confused but stays quiet hoping that you’ll elaborate which you do. 

“Ricky thought he knew you from somewhere so he googled you. He found those documents that were released when shield or whatever it's called fell.” You sigh before you move closer to him, you try to fight back the tears at the thought of this being what ends your relationship. Although the spike in your scent gives you away. “I hate that you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve it. But Bucky I know what a bad alpha is, I lived most of my life around them. I know what it feels like to be afraid for my life because of one. The same way I don’t know everything you’ve been through, I haven’t shared everything my family put me through. I’ve never felt afraid around you. Quite the opposite actually. But if this courtship is going to hurt you more than be good for you then maybe it’s best if we just end the courtship now.” you said even though you don’t want it to, but it wouldn’t be fair to force Bucky into a relationship if he doesn’t want it. 

“You don’t wanna reject me?” Bucky asks, sounding more like a scared pup than a scary alpha. 

You look at him and you shake your head. Bucky takes a few tentative steps toward you, he stretches out his hand for you to take. You look at his hand and then him before closing the gap. Your arms are around his waist and you hide your face in his chest. The tension slowly dissolves from both your bodies and scents. When you finally feel his arms around you, you cry before looking up at him.

“One chance, it’s all you get. I want to be with you and with Steve and Sam but I don’t want to question what my place in this pack is.”

“Never again. I’m so sorry darling. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” Bucky said as he cups your face. 

“One more thing.”

“Anything.”

“Please talk to me if you feel like this again. We can work it out.”

“I will, I promise.” 

A nurse calls out your name and you turn to the door before turning back to the alpha in front of you. You reach up and kiss him quickly. It was soft and sweet and his lips chased yours for a moment before they connected.

“We’ll talk later, go home.” You instruct before walking away. Bucky watched you disappear around the corner. He had one chance, he admired that you didn’t just submit to him. With the thought of making things right Bucky finally heads home.

Bucky walked through the door of the apartment. As he expected they were in the living room waiting for him. Sam had been resting his back against Steve’s chest, but the position still allowed him to turn his head and look in Bucky’s direction at the sound of the door. Both men sat up straighter at the sight of their mate as they waited for an answer.

“So what happened?” Sam asked what both he and Steve had been wanting to know.

“She gave me one more chance.” 

Both men breathed a sigh of relief. And they moved around so that Bucky could sit in between them. 

“I have an idea on how to make it right, but I think I’ll need your help.” 

“Anything for you and our girl.” Steve says before leaning in and kissing his mate’s cheek.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder. Confused as to what was happening you sat up and scanned the room, realizing you weren’t in your apartment. Instead you find yourself in the living room of none other than Mrs. Levy. There was a blanket draped over you and as you recalled the events of the night before you know you didn’t have one when you fell asleep. You give the older woman a confused look before she turns and sits down on her purple recliner. It was odd, her home was so colorful, full of knick knacks and photographs. 

“Are you ok? Do you need something?” You asked her.

“No,” she replied, her voice hoarse due to the fact that she had been choked by the alpha that had attacked her. “It’s barely 6 am, I wasn’t sure if you were going to work.” 

“Oh damn. I do have to go home and change.” 

“I made coffee, have some before you leave.” 

You stopped in the middle of folding the blanket and looked over your shoulder. The whole interaction from the time you found Mrs. Levy being attacked by an alpha next to the dumpster until this moment has been the most confusing moment in your life. Perhaps it was the fact that you fought against the assailant in order to help her or the fact that you were the one to not only go with her to the hospital but stay and then take her home that maybe pushed her to offer you the beverage. But something had changed between the two of you. 

“Thank you, I’ll get some in a minute. Where do you want me to leave the blanket?” 

“Leave it there.” 

You nod and head into the kitchen and you find a mug on the counter next to the coffee maker. Mrs. Levy also left out creamer and sugar for you to use. Once you’re done making your cup of coffee you walk back toward the living room. 

“Is there anything you need before I have to head out?” you ask as you sit back down and take a sip of the warm liquid in your cup. She sat there quiet, deep in thought as she observed you. “Is there anyone I can call?” 

She shook her head and for the first time since you’ve known her, Mrs. Levy looked sad. You’d always known her to be grumpy but lively. 

“My son, He’s in California and my daughter… she’s…” she looked toward the wall of framed photographs and sighed. “You remind me so much of her.” 

You were taken aback not only by the confession but of the tears that now trailed down her cheeks. Unsure of what to say, you kept quiet and let her continue. Her eyes took in every inch of your face before she spoke again.

“She was such a good person. Always laughing and ready to help anyone that needed it. She didn’t let being an omega stand between her and her dreams. You’re the same way, but you have more fight in you. I wish she would have fought back against that alpha of hers. Maybe she’d be here now.”

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Levy.” You say as you reach out and grab her hand.

“Ophelia.”

“What?”

“My name. You’ve saved my life, I think we can be on a first name basis.” 

You nod in agreement and give her hand a gentle squeeze and you let go of her hand but she grabs yours again. 

“You didn’t deserve the way I’ve treated you. I hope you can forgive me for it.” 

“Of course I can. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the loss of your daughter on your own. But from now on if you need anything you have me.” 

“I don’t deserve your kindness.” 

You stand up after having finished your cup of coffee. “Well I believe in giving people second chances so with all due respect Ophelia, but it sucks for you. Because now you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

She smiles a little, it was more like the ghost of a smile but it was there and it was meant for you. You went back to the kitchen and washed the mug you had used and then dried your hands off. As you walk back into the living room you grab your purse and phone that you’d left on the dining room table.

“Ok, I’m going to head out now but call the center if you need anything. I’ll be back once I’m done with work and I’ll bring dinner. If that’s ok with you.” 

“You don’t have to do any of that. I’ll be fine.” Ophelia said as she slowly walked behind you towards the door. 

“Well I want to.”

She shakes her head and opens her mouth to protest. 

“Please let me do this.” 

She’d notice the spike in your scent. Sadness she’d noted and her eyes softened as she looked at you. 

“Ok.” 

You smiled at her and turned to open the door. 

When you returned from your lunch break the last thing you expected was to see gifts from your alphas waiting for you. There was a box of chocolates from Steve, a cup of coffee from your favorite coffee shop from Sam and a beautiful bouquet. It had blue hyacinths, pink roses, white tulips and lily of the valley. There was also a note attached to it although you assumed that it was from Bucky, you hoped they were anyway.

Be ready tomorrow at 7:00 pm.

-Bucky

You smiled to yourself as you took in the scent of the flowers and wondered what Bucky might have planned. Grabbing your phone out of your purse you open up the group chat you had created with all three alphas but hadn’t used yet. 

Y/N: thank you, everything’s amazing. 🥰🥰

Steve: you’re welcome sweetheart. 

Sam: Anything for you! 😉

Bucky: So I'll see you tomorrow? 

Y/N: Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. 

Bucky: Can’t wait. 

The following day had been strange. The day somehow felt like it dragged on but was over quickly. Maybe it was your nerves over the date with Bucky. Although you gave him one more chance, part of you felt as if he would cancel again. So you were surprised when Jules showed up towards the end of your shift with a few bags in her hands. 

“Want me to call Ricky?” You asked as you reached for the phone.

“No, I'm here for you.”

“What for?” You ask as she placed a few bags on the counter in front of you.

“I came to drop these off. They’re for your date tonight.” 

“How did you know?” 

“Bucky called and asked for a favor. I, of course, was more than willing to help.” She beamed. “I knew you’d go over to Mrs. Levy’s after work and you also don’t know where you’re going so I brought you an outfit.” 

“Thank you Jules.” You got up and out of your chair to hug her. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Oh honey, you’ll be just fine and this date will be great. Trust me Bucky is more nervous than you are.” 

“Ok, well I’ll just let him know to pick me up from Ophelia’s apartment.”

“Who the hell is Ophelia? Are you trying to replace me?” She said in mock shock but you chuckled.

“Mrs. Levy. She told me to call her by her first name.” 

Jules stares at you wide eyed. “But you and the boys have always told me how horrible she is to you. What happened?”

“Monday night happened. And she opened up to me a bit. Jules, it's so sad her daughter was killed by her alpha and her son is in California. She’s all alone here.”

“So you can’t help but relate to that.” She said in understanding while you nodded. 

“And she apologized. Everyone deserves a second chance, why should I deny her of it? Of course I’m still a bit cautious but maybe this can change our relationship.”

“Who knows maybe she’ll even help you get ready tonight. It’ll be cute, like a mother helping her daughter.”

A little pang of hurt stirred in your chest. If your parents hadn’t been the way they were, would your mother be helping you get ready tonight? It’s sad that you would never know but maybe Jules was right and that gave you a little hope.

“Well I’ve got to go but have fun and call me after because I want all the details.” 

“I will, thanks Jules.”

You had been running back and forth from the living room to the bathroom as you grabbed the last few things you needed. Jules had surprised you not only by helping Bucky but by the dress she had brought. It still had the tag on it but it was your size. It was a beautiful 1940’s style dress with shoes and accessories to match, almost. After debating for a while you couldn’t help but realize the jewelry you were wearing didn’t really match the dress.

“Ophelia,” you called out as you headed to the living room once more. “Do you think this necklace looks good with the dress?” 

The elder woman looked at you head to toe and then shook her head. She stood and began to walk into her room, leaving you confused.

“Here, you can borrow these.” She held out a black velvet box. You took it and opened it to find a match set of pearl earrings and a necklace.

“Oh I don’t think I could, they're too beautiful.” 

“Please, I insist.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Of course. It’s a courting date right?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, do this old woman a favor. I never got a chance to see my daughter wear them. They were a courting gift from her father.” 

You smile as you take the necklace out and put it on followed by the earrings. Mrs. Levy beams as she looks over you again. 

“Perfect, now you still haven’t told me much about him.” 

“Oh, well um,” you suddenly got nervous. “He’s an Avenger.”

“Really? How exciting.” 

“And um we’re true mates. Well he and his 2 other mates are my true mates.” 

“You are being courted by three alphas?”

“Yeah,” you say nervously.

“Are they all avengers? Are they treating you well?”

“Yes, they’re amazing and so kind. Steve had even taught me self defense. It’s how I was able to get that alpha away from you.” 

“Steve as in Captain America Steve Rogers?” She asks, curiosity piqued.

“Yes and Sam Wilson, you know Falcon.” 

“Oh I used to have such a crush on him when I was younger.” She laughed as she thought about her school girl crush.

“I could introduce you if you’d like?” 

“I don’t know, I think I’d embarrass myself.” She laughs again and shakes her head.  

“Nonsense, he’s really sweet.” The buzzer goes off and suddenly you realize you’re not completely ready.

“Go finish up, I'll let him in.” 

You could hear the muffled conversation through the bathroom door as you finished applying your lipstick. With one final look in the mirror you take a deep breath and head out. While your dates with Steve and Sam had been fun and light you felt as if the weight of the relationship depended on whether this one went well. 

When you step out of the bathroom and peak into the hallway, you see Bucky’s back and Mrs. Levy’s signature scowl. You did your best to keep from laughing as she poked Bucky in the chest. 

“You better treat her right, you hear me young man?” 

“Yes ma’am.” You heard Bucky answer as you got closer. He heard your approaching footsteps because suddenly all eyes were on you. He looked slightly terrified of the older woman but his eyes softened when he looked at you. A cheesy smile on his face. “Darling you’re breathtaking.” 

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” 

He did look good. He wore a suit and his hair was styled and combed back. Bucky extended his hand and you realized he had brought you flowers. You took them and brought them up to your nose and inhaled deeply. 

“Thank you Bucky, they're beautiful.” 

You both stared at each other for a moment. Matching smiles and thundering hearts. 

“You plan on standing here all night?” Mrs. Levy asked.

“No, we should go, darling.” 

“I’ll put those in a vase for you.” She offered and you gave her the bouquet. “Remember what I said.” 

“I will ma’am.” 

“Bye Ophelia.” 

“If he tries anything, kick him in his knot.” She whispered as you passed by and you chuckled. 

“I will.” 

With that you walked out of the apartment, you were hand in hand with Bucky. All possible nerves were gone, it was like that with all three of them. 

“Please don’t do that.” Bucky said as you got to the stairs.

“Well then don’t try anything.” 

“What if I tried to kiss you?” Bucky stopped at the bottom and pulled you in by the waist. 

“I might let it happen. At the end of the night. But we won’t have one if we don’t go.” 

He chuckles and grabs your hand before heading toward the door.

It shouldn’t have surprised you but it did. They were a pack after all and they were working together to court you. So when Bucky pulled up to the botanical gardens you smiled at the thought of him asking Steve and Sam for advice. You had mentioned in passing that you loved this place. Bucky opens your car door and extends his hand to help you out. 

“Shall we?” He smiles as he offers you his arm and you take it. 

“What exactly are we doing here?” 

“Well I could tell you or I could show you.” He says as he leads you inside. A security guard stands by the door to let you into the now closed building.

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss.” he gives a small nod as you pass him by. 

You don’t really pay attention to where Bucky is taking you, instead you pay attention to the flowers that line the path. It isn’t until Bucky stops that you look up. A large closed sign stands before you but Bucky moves it.

“I hope you like it, ready?” You nod and Bucky opens the door.

Fairy lights line the walkway above you. They bathe the path in warm light as you take the first few steps in. You’re still confused until you see something flutter by you. Soft lights hidden within the plants turn on and it’s when you realize where you’re at. The new butterfly exhibit. A smile immediately appears on your face, this exhibit isn’t set to open for another few weeks but already you can see that it will definitely be popular. Dozens of butterflies glide along around you as Bucky puts a hand around your waist and guides you further in until you reach the center of the room. There is a table, a picnic basket, a speaker as well as the camera Sam had given you. That was most definitely Jules doing. Strings of fairy lights are the only source of light but they’re bright enough to let you see all types of butterflies fluttering around. 

“Bucky,” you say softly, you look up at him to find him already watching you. “This is beautiful.” 

“I’m glad you like it. Now, may I have this dance?” He stretches his hand out to you and you take it. Bucky takes his phone out of his pocket with his other hand and connects it to the speaker but when he tries to play a song it won’t play. You chuckle as you grab the phone from him and check to make sure it’s connected properly. 

A song starts playing through the speaker and you hand him the phone back.

“I hope you don’t mind but I changed the song.” You say as the music plays. “I always think of you when I hear it.” 

Bucky takes you in his arms with a smile and sways as the music fills the otherwise quiet area. It was a song that you’d heard a while back and the first time you heard it after they made their intentions of courting you clear, you had associated it with him. The song was short but Bucky let it play again. When it ended the second time he pulled back slightly just to look down at you. 

His eyes were full of adoration and hope, and his lips connected with yours. The kiss is everything he is. Sweet and gentle but somehow there was still a slight urgency to consume you completely. To mark you as his, and you let him. When Bucky finally pulls back, due to the need of oxygen, you notice his lips were tinted slightly red with your lipstick and he cheeks with a slight blush. His smile was blinding and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

As a new song began to play, Bucky led you in an actual dance. It felt good being able to hold you. Bucky knew he could never be the same man he was in the 40s but that didn’t mean he had to forget him completely either. Falling in love with Steve and Sam was different, he knew that. He could be rough if he needed to because it’s who he was now. But with you he could let the walls come down, he could be vulnerable and caring. He could let the alpha from the 40s shine because you needed soft and gentle and he realized he could give you that because you gave it to him. In that moment you both knew there was no going back and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Ch. 8

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[martianbugsbunny]

McSpirk/SamBuckySteve Parallels

I think in an ideal world, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers would be like McSpirk. Allow me to explain:

Stucky would be Spirk. The painfully obvious, epic love story that burns so beautifully it’s impossible to look away. Their bond transcends even the boundaries of normal time; one of them is locked in a cryogenic facility to extend his life, so naturally the other ends up buried in ice for exactly the right amount of time for them to end up awake at the same time, their ages still as perfect a match as ever. They follow each other into battle, whether it’s a back alley brawl or a proper war zone, without ever needing to think twice. The place for Bucky is, to paraphrase Edith Keeler, “At his side, as if he’s always been there and always will.” It doesn’t matter to him if Steve is his natural self or a serum-enhanced super-soldier; whether Bucky himself is a roguish young man or a weary ex-assassin with hazy memories: Steve is where he belongs. That’s the fundamental truth that he builds his life on, whether he knows the logic behind it or not. And Steve? Steve would rather die trying to save Bucky, even when everyone else is telling him there are bigger things at stake, even when everyone else is telling him Bucky is beyond saving, than kill him or leave him to his fate. Even when Bucky is an immediate threat to his mission, to the world, Steve can’t bring himself to believe Bucky is a real threat to his life. His faith in Bucky is unshaken even when he’s on the brink of being murdered, and his love for Bucky is enough that he refuses to even fight back once the mission is over. He believes that Bucky will love him forever, and he’s confident enough in that belief to put his life on the line for it. And Bucky, even with decades of brainwashing, with his own life a distant memory, not only can’t bring himself to finish Steve off, he saves him. His mission is to kill Steve and he can’t. Their love transcends science and logic and reason and it is the kind of love poems are written about.

Sam and Steve are McKirk. Their love begins as a friendship, a camaraderie born in a few moments of banter and a few moments of earnest conversation. Steve taunts Sam before they even know each other, but the second they actually speak, Sam knows this is a good man (which is why he goes right ahead and teases back). Sam offers Steve details of his own life: where he works, what he does; Steve doesn’t need to do the same, because among the Armed Forces, he’s a legend. He towers above reality. And yet when he and Sam exchange a few frank words, agreeing about the difficulties of their shared soldier experience, that's when the foundation is built. That’s when Sam sees that Steve considers himself the most average of men. And as much as talking about combat is where their foundation is laid, going into combat side-by-side is how their love story is truly forged. They’re still nearly strangers when Steve shows up on Sam’s doorstep and asks him to go back into the fray, and Sam without hesitation, but with a good deal of concern for Steve, accepts. He’s willing to spend his foreseeable future working with Steve to find a man Sam has never even met, because he knows it’s the most important thing in the world to Steve...and yet, at the end of the day, it’s Sam that Steve comes home to, and Sam with whom he shares his meals and his time and his heart. Their love is quieter, unseen despite the strength of it, and all the stronger for having begun as a meeting of friends.

Bucky and Sam are Spones. While they are brought together by someone else, and for a long time would never admit to anything else, they stay together because they couldn’t bear to be parted. Their match began as a match of wits; two strong minds clashing against each other, one determined to find the other and keep an iron grip on him, and the other determined to be as lost as possible. Their first meeting was a battle, but their arguments come from a deep, mutual desire to test each other, to feel the way their ideas and opinions fit together like the spokes of two different cogs. While Sam was originally unsure if Bucky was able to be saved, he finds himself part of the effort to save him and puts his entire heart into it, and sometimes his body on the line for it. Bucky steps up to put his own enhanced strength behind Sam’s efforts, even though he’s the one no longer sure if he’s worth saving, because he doesn’t want Sam to fail and be crushed. Even if the outsider sees them sniping and wonders if they can even stand each other, on the inside they work together as two parts of the same whole, brilliant unit, fighting one from the air and one on the land, parrying words to keep their conscious distracted as their well-trained unconscious takes over to parry blows with the enemy. Their love is friction, the sparks created in the clash of iron on steel, and it burns so bright and hot they become fused together, while others must turn away or be turned to ash.

But the most important part? Together, the three of them would be like McSpirk in the most perfect of ways: even when studying their separate relationships, they cannot be separated. Without the inexorable bond that brought Steve into the 21st century, following Bucky, he would never have met Sam. Steve was the one to set Bucky and Sam on their path, by bringing Sam into his plan to save Bucky. And without Sam’s tireless efforts to find Bucky again, Steve and Bucky wouldn’t have been reunited. Their stories—their life stories, their love stories—intertwine around each other, impossible to pick apart.

Separately, they will go down in history. But together, they have one, single love story, and it is one for the ages. It is a force in the world that others can only watch, mouths agape, eyes wide, both wondering how Earth has not crumbled beneath the strength of their bond, and knowing that love like that glues the world together. It is once in a lifetime, once in a billion, and there is nothing that can come between it.

Sam, Bucky, and Steve are that kind of love story.

[every-marveler-ever]

SamSteve Bingo 2022 Masterpost

I'm so glad that this bingo exists because I love this ship (it's one of my favourite if not my favourite Steve ship). I have loved being able to write these stories and I've had fun trying out new techniques.

Thank you so much to @samstevebingo2022 for hosting, can't wait for the next one!

Every-Marveler-Ever - #8

B1) SOULMATES AU: In Colour - So they say meeting your soulmate isn’t really important but to Steve it is important. So he hopes that he meets this person one day, and wakes up and sees colour. Steve is an artist, Steve is still colourblind, yet to find his soulmate. He's a dad, a father. Somebody that is slowly losing hope. Maybe some fresh air would be good for them. [GENERAL] [0.7K]

B3) INVITATION: The Rest Of Their Lives - Sam and Steve host family dinner night to celebrate their engagement. [GENERAL] [0.8K]

B4) RIVALS: Game Day Experience - At Superbowl LIX, people are calling this the game of the century as they watch married man Sam Wilson play for New Orleans Saints against his very own husband Steve Rogers playing for the New York Giants. [GENERAL] [0.6K]

I1) LETTER: Love Language - Steve and Sam don’t have an unusual love language they just have what some would call an outdated one. But everybody adapts and sees how it’s important to them. It’s fine and it is absolutely beautiful. [GENERAL] [0.3K]

N4) AFTER: College Days: Ch1) Bias - Sam is just a column writer who graduated with a degree in journalism and he writes the sports column at Stark Media, that’s it. Steve Rogers on the other hand is a masterpiece on the American Football field, but that’s not it. [GENERAL] [1K]

G3) BIRTHDAY: Snowing Birthdays - It’s snowing outside but it’s still Steve’s birthday and Sam wants to still make it special. [GENERAL] [0.4K]

G5) LOVE LANGUAGE: Sharing - Sam just wants Steve to have a good birthday away from all his Captain American duties. [GENERAL] [0.4K]

O5) GETTING A PET TOGETHER: The Story of Figaro and Captain - Sam never expected them to be the white picket fence with pets type, but he thinks he can handle it as long as he is with Steve. [GENERAL] [0.4K]