#oh look my hand slipped and added winterfalcon

[qqueenofhades]

Steggy + Old Guard AU? Also hi! So happy you're back! Hope you're good!

The sun won’t come up over the snowy mountains for almost another hour, and the rooftop is drenched in chilly violet shadows, the narrow cobbled street below still almost entirely black. Streetlamps burn in amber orbs that cast eerie halos, and Steve’s breath gusts in clouds of silver whenever he exhales. He’s been sitting up here for hours, keeping a sharp eye on the plaza below, and even the twin blessings of super-soldier serum and functional immortality don’t make it any less damn cold. He might break off little bits when he stands up.

Steve blows on his hands and shifts his position. This isn’t any worse than some of his more rugged escapades with the Howling Commandos, and at least a hot drink isn’t too far away. They’ve been in Sokovia for almost three weeks, tracking the elusive Baron Strucker and his rumored Hydra base, and the inland Balkans in January are not exactly a summer vacation. Indeed, far from it. Sokovia is a tiny ex-Soviet breakaway republic that sits in the shadow of the forbidding Rila Mountains, roughly equidistant from Bulgaria, Serbia, and Macedonia. Nobody informed Steve beforehand that the lowest temperature recorded here at this time of year was twenty-three below zero Fahrenheit.

He’s properly shivering by the time there’s a sound behind him, he turns, and sees Peggy, clad in fatigues, parka, beret, and boots, an AK-47 slung over her shoulder. She crosses the rooftop and sits down next to him, and Steve immediately scoots in, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He presses his cold face to the back of her warm neck, and Peggy bites a yelp. “So that’s why you’re so pleased to see me,” she whispers, pulling the rifle off her back and holding it ready in her lap. Even a large and (self-servingly, but still) amorous lover cannot distract Margaret Carter from the mission. “Arse.”

Steve can’t deny it, so he shrugs. Then again, it’s been like this for almost seventy-five years, since his first death in 1945, when he crashed the plane into the ice and for some reason, entirely aside from the effects of Erskine’s serum, he didn’t die. Or rather he did, but then he woke up, and it’s happened several times since. Then there was Peggy’s first death-not-a-death in 1947, when the Zero Matter should have killed her – did kill her, actually, and then –

Just as Steve is about to enquire whether there are any other methods of keeping warm while they wait, there’s a sound on the street below. Sokovia’s old town is a picture-perfect Eastern European chocolate box, with red steeples and gingerbread houses, but it’s broken by shouting, dark sprinting figures, and a ruckus that shatters the predawn stillness. Steve leaps to his feet, ready to plunge off the roof and join the fray, but even with his enhanced reflexes, Peggy manages to be faster. She goes to one knee, slams the rifle against her shoulder, closes one eyes, sights down the barrel, and fires.

One of the dark figures turns a boneless somersault and hits the deck, as Peggy jacks out the spent cartridge and prepares to fire again. By that time Steve is already leaping, cold air whistling past his ears as he plunges past an elegant iron-work balcony and lands on the icy stones. A few frenzied minutes later, it’s all over, and as they both breathe hard and turn to each other, Steve and Bucky quickly assess that the other is still in one piece. Then another shadow swoops out of the chilly sky, lands, folds in his metal wings, and says, sounding a little miffed, “You guys know I had that covered, right?”

“Morning to you too.” Steve raises an eyebrow at Sam Wilson. He’s the youngest immortal of the team; he joined them in 1995, which means that Steve has now had to endure a full twenty-three years of his bickering foreplay with Bucky and arguments about whether to move the goddamn seat up. But at last they seem to be getting somewhere, because if they don’t sneak off and hook up in the dingy hotel bathroom after this, Steve will eat his entire Captain America uniform. Hilariously, Sam and Bucky steadfastly believe a) that they are being discreet and still totally acting like they hate each other, and b) that Steve and Peggy have no idea what is going on between them. Steve loves them both dearly, but no one ever said they were geniuses.

“You know,” Bucky shoots back at Sam. “If Zemo’s still looking for us, maybe you shouldn’t fly around in the open like a – ”

Sam rolls his eyes. “It’s called tactics. If we can draw him out, then – ”

Steve waits patiently for them to proceed through this stage. They’ve been after Helmut Zemo, the dangerous Sokovian leader of the Echo Scorpion paramilitary squad, who might have intel that can lead them to Strucker, and by the sounds of things, they argued the whole way. Then Peggy joins the party, not-so-clandestinely rolling her eyes. Living with three large immortal men who like to blow things up and repress their feelings like champions can be a call for a lot of that. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she barks, making Steve, Bucky, and Sam snap reflexively to attention. “Are we ready to go?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky says meekly. “Yes, we’re ready.”

With that, the team hurries up the street, staying low and keeping to the shadows. As they climb, Steve whispers pointedly to Bucky, “So how are things between you and Sam?”

“Fine.” Bucky determinedly keeps his eyes forward. It’s still sometimes miraculous that they have him back – after his first death in 1944 and the years he spent as the terrifying Winter Soldier, everything that Steve and Peggy went through to rescue and deprogram him, the fact that Steve can do anything so simple as tease him about a crush. “Why?”

“Mm. No reason.”

Steve must say this a little too angelically, because Bucky gives him some epic side-eye. “You’re a jerk,” he says, offering Steve a hand up the steep embankment. “Know that?”

“Punk.” Steve grips hold and lets Bucky lift him. He’s trying to say that it’s fine, that Bucky and Sam don’t have to hide, that he’s nothing but happy for them, and he hopes they feel safe enough to be together, whatever and however that may be. The four of them love each other in a way that literally transcends time and death, that will exist far beyond whatever they leave behind, whenever they finally do so. Their little immortal family out here in the world, doing their best to make it a better place, one day, one battle at a time. Always.

They reach the top of the street and look for a new route back to their safe house, where they can change clothes and get some strong coffee and continue the search for Strucker and Hydra. As Bucky marches ahead, clearly to save himself from any more probing questions about his relationship status, Peggy comes up next to Steve and slips her arm through his, with a look suggesting that she too has no objections to burning off post-battle adrenaline in a more intimate way. “They still think we’ve got no clue,” she says knowingly. “Don’t they?”

“Yeah.” Steve smiles at her, and she smiles back. “Let’s get going.”

[ceealaina]

Title: Show Me How You Do It Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Sidekick Ship: WinterFalcon, IronHusbands Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Fluff and Smut, Accidental Voyeurism Summary: Bucky's birthday surprise for Sam turns into a bit of a surprise for them both. Word Count: 3432

Bucky whistled under his breath as he wandered into the lab for the for his Stark-mandated post-mission arm check. Tony and Rhodes were over in the corner rattling off some science that Bucky didn’t bother trying to follow, but they both looked up with a wave when he came in. 

“Hey Barnes,” Tony called, doing some fancy hand waves to start the machine up for the scan. “How’s my favourite half of the Sidekick team?” 

Bucky rolled his eyes at him, but Rhodey kicked his ankle. “Hey! Don’t knock the sidekicks.’ 

“Aww, Honeybear. I’m not knocking sidekicks, I promise. And anyway, you’re not my sidekick. You’re my life partner.” He leaned in, giving Rhodes a disgustingly saccharine kiss, and Bucky rolled his eyes even harder, although neither of them were even looking in his direction. 

“You two are disgusting,” he informed them. They broke apart, Tony sticking his tongue out at him, but Rhodey just arched an eyebrow at him. 

“You’re one to talk,” he replied. “Where’s your birdbrained other half, anyway?” He looked Bucky over with a critical eye. “Is that why you’re walking funny this morning?” 

“Nope,” Bucky told him cheerfully, not bothering with any further information. “Sam got in last night and was totally dead on his feet. He crashed for twelve hours straight. Although… Either of you seen ‘im?” Bucky was aware that he was grinning a little goofily. “We’ve got somethin’ to celebrate.” 

“I have not,” Tony told him, directing his arm to the proper position. “But what you’re saying is we should clear the hell out of the tower when we’re done here?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows at Rhodey.

“Will do,” Rhodey added with a mock salute. He knocked his hip against Tony’s, laughing when Tony swatted at him, grumbling about throwing off his readings. “Hey, we can try that new Italian place you were talking about.” 

Tony grinned as the scan completed. “Mmm, yes please.” He glanced over at Bucky. “Pretty sure everyone else is gone for the next few hours anyway, so… Have fun there, handsome. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” 

Rhodey snorted. “What does that leave them with?” 

“Man, shut up,” Tony whined, the two of them shoving at each other as they headed for the door. Bucky didn’t even bother trying to hide the way he laughed at them before he headed out the door himself, in search of his boyfriend. 

He beamed when he finally found Sam, sitting at the kitchen table in the common area, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee and eyes half shut. It was actually getting on for the middle of the afternoon by now, but given the intense, two-week mission he’d just returned from, Bucky supposed he could be forgiven for still being a little tired. 

“Hey handsome!” he chirped, not bothering to hide his laugh when Sam jumped and startled at the sound of his voice, clearly halfway to sleeping. “I missed you.” He fluttered his eyelashes, making Sam snort and roll his eyes, even though he was grinning; overlapping missions were always the worst.

Bucky moved behind Sam to wrap his arms around his neck Sam beamed, leaning back into it. He hummed softly, turning his head to place a kiss on Sam’s jaw. He hadn’t shaved yet, and Bucky shivered a little at the drag of his stubble against his jaw. 

“Hey baby,” Sam purred, voice low and rough from lack of sleep. “Missed you too.”

Bucky grinned, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee before moving to sit sideways in his lap, turning his head to face him. It was absolutely ridiculous, but Sam just beamed, his arms moving automatically to circle his waist. 

“Hey,” he said again, leaning in to give Bucky a proper kiss this time. Bucky hummed against his lips, rubbing his fingers over the back of his neck and feeling Sam melt into it. 

“How was the mission?” he asked, voice rough when they pulled back again. “All good? Everyone home safe?” 

Sam nodded, leaning back into the hands rubbing over his neck. “Clint dislocated his shoulder, but that’s what he gets for not letting me know till the last second that he’s jumping off a building. Some of the junior SHIELD agents had some minor injuries, but other than that, we’re all good. Got the bad guy and everything.” 

“Aww I’m so proud,” Bucky teased. He slid his fingers up over Sam’s scalp, scratching through his short hair, and felt him shudder a little beneath him. “And good. Because we missed your birthday while you were gone, and I realized that I still owe you a present.” 

“Oh yeah?” Sam blinked at him, eyes heavy. “Whaddya get me?”

Bucky hummed, pretending to consider it. His hand curled around the back of Sam’s neck and he went easily as Bucky tilted his head back, kissing him soft and slow, licking at his lips until they parted with a soft moan. Bucky grinned and shifted to bite at Sam’s earlobe. 

“Uhh, me,” he rasped out, smirk evident in his voice. “Happy Birthday, gorgeous.”

Sam huffed out a soft laugh, fingers tightening on Bucky’s hips and digging into the soft fabric of his sweatpants. “Best birthday present ever,” he crowed, grinning when Bucky went back to kissing him. It was slow and lazy, the best kind of making out, and Sam couldn’t help shifting beneath him, feeling arousal beginning to simmer low in his stomach. 

In response, Bucky only deepened their kisses, tongues sliding together in a slow tease that had Sam’s eyes squeezing shut. He kept one hand curled around the back of Sam’s neck, keeping his head tilted where he wanted it, while the other scratched along his collarbone, leaving a tingling trail in the wake of blunt nails. 

Sam groaned softly against his mouth, fingers clenching and releasing against his hips like he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing. Bucky grinned and shifted so that he was straddling his hips, facing him properly. He couldn’t help grinding down against him, squirming a little himself at the punched out sound that slipped from deep in Sam’s chest. 

“We should...” Sam swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut as Bucky dragged his teeth over the tendon in his neck, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue. “We should... move. Somewhere more... fuck Bucky, somewhere more private maybe.”

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, working on sucking a bruise into his neck. “We should definitely do that.” He trailed off, squirming when Sam slipped a hand up under the back of his worn t-shirt, long fingers splaying out over his spine. He pulled back a little, eyes meeting Sam’s, and shivered at the want he saw there. Making no move to get up, Bucky went back to kissing him, a soft moan slipping past his lips when Sam’s hand pulled him tighter against his body. 

“Shit,” Sam gasped when Bucky started trailing kisses down his jaw, scraping his teeth over the stubbled skin. “Holy shit, baby.”

Bucky pulled his head back to grin at him. “You miss me as much as I missed you?”

Sam shook his head with a low growl. “You got no idea, sweetheart.” And then, because Bucky clearly wasn’t going to take the initiative, he gripped his hips and with one, effortless movement, was standing up with Bucky in his arms. Bucky’s legs tightened around his hips automatically, even if he (mostly) trusted Sam not to drop him, and they both groaned as the movement caused him to press against his half hard dick. “Oh, fuck me,” Sam mumbled, words slurred around lazy kisses as he stumbled toward the elevator. 

Bucky just smirked at him. “That’s the idea, Flyboy,” he teased. He clearly had no intention of making things easy on him, teasing his skin with teeth and tongue, and when Bucky traced his tongue over the shell of his ear before biting down hard on the lobe and sucking, Sam’s footsteps faltered. Hands squeezing hard enough to bruise, he dropped into one of the recliners in the lounge area, both of them groaning when the sudden motion caused them to grind down hard against each other. 

“Fuck,” Sam choked out again, feeling like he’d gone from zero to fifty in about five seconds. His eyes squeezed tightly shut and he made a noise dangerously close to a whine when Bucky pinched at his nipple through his shirt. “Fuck, baby, I can’t think when you do that.” 

Bucky laughed softly, and Sam shivered at the feeling of the warm air on his neck. “I know,” he huffed into his ear. “That’s kinda the idea.”

“Bucky,” he gasped, rocking his hips up against him, unable to stop himself. His fingers squeezed again, digging into his skin. “Come on, we gotta move. Elevator’s right there.” 

“Mmm,” Bucky purred, worrying at his earlobe with his teeth and making Sam’s toes curl against the floor. “Or we could stay right here.” 

Sam felt his dick twitch at the thought, eyes squeezing shut again. Bucky felt it too, if his soft laugh and the way he rocked down against him were anything to go by. 

“Like that, huh?” he teased. “Like the idea of fuckin’ me right here, in plain view of the elevator, where anyone could walk in and see us? Tony and Rhodes, or Natalia…” He pulled back so he could meet his eyes. “Or Steve?” 

Sam actually whimpered at that, the sound as involuntary as the way his hips thrust up against him. Bucky gasped a little at the sensation, breath hot and heavy, blunt nails dragging over the back of his neck. 

“Oh yeah,” he breathed. “That’s what I thought. You got it for him bad, huh?” 

Sam whimpered again, the sound flat out embarrassing, and his cheeks flushed a little, even as he kept rocking up against him. “Bucky,” he choked. “Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky.”

Bucky grinned, going back to teasing over his neck and throat, one hand sliding up under his t-shirt to drag over his bare skin. “Come on,” he purred, grinning against his skin. “You’re half hopin’ he does walk in, aren’t you? That he sees how pretty you look, gettin’ fucked. The way your body gets so tense, like it hurts how bad you want it, the way those pretty eyelashes of yours flutter...” He grinned when they did exactly that. “Just like that. You want him to come in and see how good you’d be for him too, if he just asked.” 

“Holy shit,” Sam whispered, forcing his eyes open to meet Bucky’s shit-eating grin. “You’re fucking crazy, baby.” 

It was said with a tone of awe in his voice, and Bucky just beamed wider. 

“You love it.”

“Fuck yes I do.” He pried one hand from his hip, tangling it in his hair to drag him in for another kiss. This one was messier, Sam licking at his lips desperately. His cock was straining against his jeans now, almost hurting he was so turned on, and little noises slipped past his lips every time Bucky rocked down against him. “Fuck, baby, please,” he whined, gripping both his hips again as he ground up against his. 

“Please what?” he teased, and Sam made a frustrated noise. 

 “Please, let’s go upstairs, I need to be inside you like yesterday.” 

“I don’t know,” Bucky hummed. He shoved up the hem of Sam’s shirt, getting it stuck somewhere under his armpits, and Sam shivered beneath him as the cooler air of the room hit his overheated flesh. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.”

Sam groaned, louder than he really meant in the quiet of the common area, and let his head fall back against the chair. “Trust me baby, I really, really want it.” He slid his hands up over Bucky’s thighs, gripping his ass and squeezing, holding him tight against him as he thrust up once, twice, couldn’t seem to stop himself from doing it again and again. He groaned again, biting at Bucky’s lip until he could taste blood and then soothing the sting with his tongue. “Want you so bad.”

Finally Bucky seemed to be cracking, shivering a little against him. He was breathing hard, soft moans slipping out at the feel of Sam’s hands, and Sam could feel Bucky’s fingers trembling lightly against his neck. Still, he managed another wicked smirk. 

“Wanna hear you say it,” he purred. 

“Say what?” Sam asked, playing dumb, and Bucky narrowed his eyes, giving him a dirty look. 

“You know,” he told him, and then he was dropping his head, flicking at a nipple with his tongue before biting down, and Sam actually shouted as his back arched. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice breaking needily. “Okay, fine, yes. I want... I want...” He moaned, eyes squeezing shut. “I want Steve to see me,” he whispered. The words were soft, almost defeated sounding, but the way his hips jerked against Bucky, cock twitching in his pants, belied how true they really were. “Fuck, baby, please.” 

Bucky moaned too at the admission, and then his hands shifted down Sam’s body, fumbling with his belt. “Yeah,” he murmured, pulling it free with a clang of metal and working on his fly. “Come on, want you to fuck me.” 

Sam made a noise dangerously close to a sob as Bucky pulled him free, thighs tensing almost painfully as he wrapped his hand around him, giving him a couple lazy strokes. The mission hadn’t exactly been conducive to getting off, and for a brief second that quick touch was nearly enough to make him come. He groaned, willing himself back from the edge as he moved his shaking hands down Bucky’s legs. 

“Yeah, yeah, come on baby, come on.” He was barely even aware of what he was saying, but couldn’t seem to stop talking as Bucky shifted up on his knees over him. He shoved his sweatpants down over his thighs, and Sam had a brief moment to worry about their decided lack of lube before Bucky was wrapping his hand back around him, holding Sam steady. Sam cursed as he slipped inside, Bucky already open and loose for him, tight around the head of his cock. Sam’s head dropped down, forehead pressing against his chest as he tried to catch his bearings, breathing hard. 

“Oh god,” Bucky whined, taking him in slowly, dragging it out to tease them both. “Feel so good.”

Sam bit into his lip again as he slid down another inch, peppering kisses over his neck and chest. “Fuck, you’re a menace. You… You already… Fuck, when did you get yourself ready for me, baby?” He pulled a hand away from Bucky’s ass, digging into his own thigh instead as he struggled to take the edge off, to keep from coming right there. 

Bucky lifted his head to smirk at him, flushed and panting, hair falling in front of his eyes. “Happy birthday,” he snarked, leaning in to tug at Sam’s lower lip.

After what felt like an age, Bucky was finally fully seated, Sam buried inside him. He had his head pressed to his forehead, teeth worrying at his collarbone, trying to distract himself from how tight and hot and he was around him. His entire body was tense and on edge, fighting back the urge to tip Bucky onto the floor and fuck him until he was screaming beneath him. 

“Hey.” Bucky’s fingers scratched over the back of his head again and he looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy and blown, but he was smiling at him, soft and sweet. “You okay?”

Sam nodded, smiling a little dozily. “Yeah, no, I’m good,” he assured him before Bucky clenched around him, unable to stop himself. Sam whined, eyes squeezing shut again. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Bucky laughed softly, and then dug his nails into Sam’s shoulder, the sensation sending shivers through him but also helping to ground him. “Not yet,” he said, the slightest edge of pleading slipping into his voice. “Just let me...”

He shifted his weight, adjusting his position, and then he tightened his thighs against him and shifted up his cock, hesitating with just the head holding him open before sliding back down again. Sam groaned loudly, never able to get over how good Bucky felt, and his head tipped back again, exposing his neck and throat as Bucky began to fuck himself on Sam, holding tight to his shoulders for leverage. 

“Fuck,” Bucky gasped, voice hoarse and throaty. “You look so good like this, sweetheart.”

He was trying to go slow, he really was, but couldn’t seem to stop himself from picking up the rhythm, Sam’s thick length feeling too good to resist. 

Sam felt like he was on a hair trigger, and all he seemed to be able to do was grip tighter to Bucky’s flesh, try to hold on just a little longer. He couldn’t manage to open his eyes, the feeling and the sound of Bucky’s desperate panting, harsh against his neck, nearly enough to set him off. 

He nearly lost his mind entirely when Bucky started talking again, telling Sam how gorgeous he looked, how much he loved to watch him fall apart, how much Steve would love it, and how he wanted to watch the two of them together. 

“Oh fuck,” Sam choked out, and without meaning to his arms were moving, fucking Bucky harder on his cock, setting a fast and almost brutal pace. “Oh fuck, Bucky, baby.” 

He was so close he could taste it, cock thickening and throbbing inside him, when some vague part of his brain heard a new noise, and then-

“Oh my god!”

Sam’s head snapped up, eyes immediately locking with Steve’s. For a minute Sam froze, making frantic eye contact with Bucky, but Bucky just squeezed around him, and Sam couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips. 

“Oh god,” Steve said again, eyes wide. “I’m so... I’m sorry.” But he wasn’t moving, wasn’t heading back toward the elevators, was just standing there, watching them.

Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away, gaze locked on sharp blue ones. His hands tightened painfully on Bucky’s ass, and Steve’s tongue flicked out, the tip wetting pink lips, and Sam couldn’t hold back anymore. With a bitten off cry, he was coming hard, burying himself completely in Bucky, and barely aware of Bucky falling apart around him in response. 

His head had tipped forward against Bucky’s shoulder, unable to keep his eyes open through an orgasm like that, but when he opened them again, Steve was still standing there, cheeks flushed hot and red, eyes wide and mouth parted. 

“I, um, I should...” He trailed off, not actually finishing the sentence, and whipped around, getting right back on the waiting elevator. Before the doors shut, he sent one more look over his shoulder that Sam couldn’t even begin to read. 

He hadn’t forgotten about Bucky, exactly, but he had been a little preoccupied, enough that he started a little when he shivered against him, a huff of warm air hitting Sam’s shoulder. 

“Shit,” Bucky breathed, lifting his face to meet his eyes. “Did that really just happen?” 

“Um.” Sam was still feeling a little dazed from his orgasm. “Yeah. Yeah, I think it did.” 

“Shit,” Bucky said again, eyes going wide. “I didn’t, I mean… I was just running my mouth, before. I didn’t think -- no one was even in the building, when I found you, and Steve said he was goin’ for a run. I didn’t expect him back for hours. I didn’t like, tell him to come up, or anything, I wouldn’t set that up without checking with you first.” 

“Hey, hey, hey.” Even though this was uncharted territory, Sam couldn’t help grinning a little because god, he loved this man. “I know, baby.” He gave Bucky a quick kiss, chaste, and then another, longer one. “Besides, I didn’t exactly mind? And… I got the impression that Steve didn’t either.” 

Bucky smirked at him. “I can work with that,” he teased, before squirming a little on top of him. Sam was still pressed inside, but slowly softening, and it was getting a little uncomfortable. 

“Come on,” Sam said, helping Bucky shift off of him. “Let’s go to your place, get cleaned up. And then I’m thinking you and me gotta date with that comfy bed of yours. I’m gonna need to sleep until at least tomorrow before we start deciding on next steps.” 

Bucky grinned back at him. “A man with a plan. I like that.”

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