#tonypromptliteral

[tonystarktogo]

For the second round of the prompt game on @tonystarkstoga. Warning: cavity inducing T’Stuckony fluff.

“I didn’t think you’d take that literally,” Steve says faintly.

Bucky elbows the idiot he into the stomach--hard--but it’s too late, the excited grin on Tony’s face is already fading, turning into a worried frown he wants to smooth out again. Tony isn’t supposed to be frowning, especially not today.

“You don’t like it,” Tony says, shoulders slumping, before an all too familiar blank mask covers his obvious distress.

Bucky hates that mask. It makes him want to hit Steve again, who’s still wheezing for air next to him. It’s taken them long enough as it is to get Tony to truly open up to them, to stop putting on a show all the time, and today of all days he shouldn’t feel like he has to build up old walls.

(Not that Bucky isn’t gonna spend however long it takes to overcome those walls again if he has to, and he knows T’Challa and Steve will be right by his side, but that’s hardly the point.)

But today is supposed to be about them, about celebrating their relationship. It’s something they deserve, all of them, after everything they went through to get to this point. All the hard work they’ve put into this, all the tensions Steve and Tony had to work through, all those night-long talks they’ve shared about Tony’s parents’ and Bucky’s unfortunate role in their death. The jealousy and resignation when T’Challa had shown up out of nowhere (or so it had appeared at the time) to court Tony, a prince charming in every way, except for the fact that he was a king now. That weird confrontation none of them talked about when it had all come to a head.

Today wasn’t about that though. Because despite all those issues, they have made it, have been in a relationship with each other for a year now, and Bucky doesn’t care how sappy it sounds: It’s been the best year of his life.

“No, Tony,” Steve manages once he’s finally gotten his breathing under control again. By the horror on his face, he must’ve realised that he’s fucked up, which, good. Punk better fix it too. “I didn’t mean it like that, I was just surprised!”

He reaches for Tony and Bucky breathes a quiet sigh of relief when Tony lets himself be pulled into an embrace. He’s not running, not locking them out completely, and that’s the most important part.

“So you do like it?” Tony asks with more hope in his tone than he’s comfortable showing, if the slight dust of red on his cheeks is anything to go by.

“I-” Steve stutters, desperately looking to Bucky for help, who’s too busy melting into a puddle of happy goo at the way Tony’s looking at them, brown eyes warm and open. 

Luckily that’s the moment T’Challa choses to enter the penthouse. He takes one look at the three of them and sighs.

“You told them, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry!” Tony sends him a guilty look. “Bucky surprised me and then Steve wouldn’t stop asking questions and-”

T’Challa quietens him with a chaste but warm kiss--which is the best way to shut Tony up when he’s talking himself into a frenzy, Bucky can attest to that. He still sends them both a pout because kissing is nice and he wants in too. And he gets in too, because T’Challa’s manners don’t allow for him not to greet every one of his boyfriends individually.

(Bucky approves very much of those manners.)

“So?” T’Challa asks eventually, one arm casually slung over Tony’s shoulder, the other gently squeezing Bucky’s hand. He looks just as excited as Tony did moments before, Bucky suddenly realises, even though he’s a little better at hiding it. “What do you think?”

And now there are two pairs of excited, brown eyes directed at them--not fair. Not fair at all.

(Bucky doesn’t mind.)

“It’s very-” Steve starts, still hesitant enough for Bucky to know that he hasn’t gotten over the shock yet--and will undoubtedly ruin the mood again, if he continues that sentence.

He can’t allow for that to happen.

“Amazing!” Bucky interrupts firmly. For the sake of their anniversary, Tony’s and T’Challa’s happiness and Steve. Who’ll love this, once he stops thinking about how much it must’ve cost their boyfriends.

And honestly, they should have probably seen this coming. They are dating a billionaire and a king after all, and it’s not like there haven’t been other warning signs. Tony isn’t exactly shy to throw his money around to make them happy as it is, and T’Challa may look sophisticated all he likes but when it comes to spending money on his loved ones, he’s even worse.

“I know it’s a bit much,” Tony mutters, eyes fixated on the ground now--and a grown man should not be this cute, seriously--”But I know you guys sometimes feel like you’re just- guests in mine and T’Challa’s relationship. Thing is, it’s not mine and T’Challa’s relationship anymore, it’s ours and I- I wanted something to reflect that. I wanted something that would be ours, all of ours and-”

Really, Bucky can’t not kiss Tony when he says things like that. And with Steve’s warm body at his back and T’Challa’s steady hold on his hand, this day is starting to become everything he’s hoped it would be.

There I went, planning this angsty Tony&Asset misunderstanding and then, well... I don’t know what happened with this prompt. I think all the fluff from the last two days did somehow take over when I started writing. On the other hand it turned into T’Stuckony which is amazing. You like?

[tonystarkstoga]

Prompt: I didn’t think you’d take that literally.

(for the ongoing prompt-comparison-thingy I’m doing with @tonystarktogo )

"I didn't think you'd take that literally."

Tony looked down at the mechanical arm in his hands. Then back up - well not up, but rather towards - the talking raccoonperson.

“W… you said you needed it,” Tony stated with a small shrug, as though asking for people’s limbs was a perfectly reasonably thing to do. And it probably was when you were building an alien device from scraps.

“They said you’re a genius. Clearly people don’t always speak the truth,” Rocket shook his head. “Really, I just need you to help me disassemble the other stuff so we’re faster.” He kept looking at Tony as though he had just seriously started to doubt the man’s intelligence. After all, Rocket didn’t have enough fingers to count how many people had warned Stark about this.

Shrugging again, Tony set the arm aside carefully.

“Lot of useful parts in an arm,” he muttered. He would know, he had built a bunch of them.

“How did you even get the guy to give you his arm?”

“I’m Iron Man. I asked.” People were very eager to help even when there wasn’t an ongoing alien invasion. Right now the only reason people hadn’t thrown their mechanical arm prosthetics at Tony was that most people didn’t have one. “I’ll make him a new one when this is all over.”