#winterironmonth

[aurumacadicus]

For @winterironmonth! A little late but who expected me to be on time honestly.

NSFW Friday: Trope/Kink, Word

Tony did his time working as one of the house omegas and then bought out the original brothel owner (and then chased them out of town) so that he could make it safer for the other prostitutes. Tony has definitely killed people to protect his fellow omegas, but Sheriff Rogers and Deputy Barnes have never found evidence of it (although after seeing one omega crying and cradling her bruised cheek and broken arm as Dr. Banner saw to her, they don’t really feel inclined to go looking that hard either). He is the roughest, toughest omega this side of the Mississippi and Bucky is so fucking in love with him. Look out for under the cut!

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“Sheriff Rogers!” Tony exclaimed, stomping into the jailhouse.

Bucky didn’t look up from the letter they’d gotten from a different county. “Clint came in with concerns about rustlers this morning, so Steve went to check it out.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at him, skeptical. He eventually seemed to accept it, though, and huffed, “I suppose I can trust you with this then.”

Bucky finally looked up at him, blinking slowly. “Yeah?”

“Someone has stolen my—” Tony began, indignant, then stopped, squinting back at the cell room.

“No one’s in there,” Bucky offered, and sat back in his seat as Tony took him at his word and instead went to close and lock the door. He crossed his ankles under the desk, then clasped his hands over his stomach, raising his eyebrows as Tony also went and shuttered the nearest window.

Tony turned back to him, hissing, “Someone snuck into my yard and stole my lingerie.”

“It was really windy last night. Lost a shirt off the line myself,” Bucky said, shrugging. “Are you sure they didn’t blow away?”

“Everyone else’s laundry is still on the line,” Tony exclaimed, flushing in anger. “My laundry is still on the line! The only thing missing is my lingerie!”

Bucky nodded slowly, considering. “Can you describe the items?”

Tony flushed a little darker, hands gripping into fists. “You’re-! You’re being pretty nonchalant for someone who should have a vested interest in other people not having my undergarments!”

“I have to have descriptions for the complaint,” Bucky said, doing his best to sound reasonable.

“You are not putting a description of my panties on file for Steve to read,” Tony hissed, slamming his hands on the desk to loom at him threateningly.

Luckily, Bucky found it hot rather than utterly terrifying. Or, it was still terrifying, because he knew he had to tread lightly or he would be shot, but the possible payoff seemed worth the chance. “Oh, so it’s just your panties, not your bras and corsets or anything,” he said with another shrug. “I’ve got ‘em.”

Tony opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His eyes darted from Bucky’s face, down to the desk, which blocked out the bulk of his body, and then back to his face. He swallowed thickly, and Bucky watched with interest as his flush began to spread down his neck, disappearing under the lace collar around his throat.

“In fact, I’ve got a pair here right now,” Bucky drawled, and let his lips spread into a lascivious smile. “The lace ones, with the ruffles? The ones you wore to the dance last month.”

Tony let out a noise like Bucky had punched him. “It was you?!”

“Of course,” Bucky replied, sitting up in his seat a little. “You’ve been neglecting me. I had to do something to get your attention.”

“You could have just come to the house,” Tony spluttered, scowling. His hands clenched into fists. “I had to come down here without any undergarments on and you have the audacity of accusing me—”

“So put them on,” Bucky cut in.

Tony froze, gawking at him. He blinked once, twice, then sucked in a startled breath, as if he’d forgotten he needed air. “…Put them on?” he squeaked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, finally reaching down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. “You’re upset like people somehow know you’re walking the streets without underwear on. So put on the panties I’ve got for you.” He reached into his pants, covering the panties wrapped around his knot with his hand as he stroked over his cock once, twice, just to make sure Tony knew what he meant. “I don’t know how soaked panties are better than no panties, but if you insist—”

Tony choked on another intake of breath, splotches of red just visible through the laces of his shirt. “Soaked?!”

Bucky couldn’t help the way his grin went a little mean. “Yeah, doll. I started workin’ my cock with ‘em as soon as Stevie left.”

“You fucking asshole those cost more than you make in a month—” Tony began to snarl, but then he noticed Bucky’s hand still casually moving behind the desk, and he swallowed back the rest of what he’d been about to say, making a soft gulping noise that went straight to Bucky’s dick. “With the door unlocked?”

“I knew it wouldn’t take you long to notice all your panties were gone,” Bucky purred. “If you’d walked in on me, I woulda stuffed ‘em in your mouth and knotted you over this desk.” He pushed back a little, so Tony could actually see him working the panties over his cock. “Popped my knot on them waitin’ for you. Put ‘em on for me, darlin’?”

“You fucking asshole,” Tony choked out, glaring at him. “Saying all that and then calling me darling. I hate you.”

Bucky didn’t smirk, but only because he knew Tony’s patience was taut as a piano string even on the best of days. He knew Tony was always weak to a slow-drawled ‘darlin’.’ Normally he kept it holstered for really sentimental things, when Tony was getting skittish. He didn’t really use it for sex. He sort of regretted using it now, except that Tony kept making very interesting faces in response, clearly going through the gamut of shock-anger-interest-dismay-that-he-was-interested-offense.

Finally, Tony’s shoulders sagged, and he glanced away, muttering a defeated, “Well, I guess it has been a while since I’ve made time for us.”

Bucky swallowed back a whoop of victory. Tony was spiteful; he would almost certainly take it back, stomp out, and refuse to see him until he returned all of his panties (and probably paid for a few new pieces, too). “Indulge me once, and I’ll bring all your panties back to the brothel tonight.”

“Clean,” Tony snapped, hands finally drifting down to the laces on his pants.

“Clean,” Bucky agreed, watching hungrily as Tony’s shaking fingers wrestled with the laces. He was man enough to admit he would have agreed to any of Tony’s terms. “Need help, sugar?”

“No, I don’t need help,” Tony snapped, but the flush was back across his cheeks, and he fumbled a few seconds longer before he finally got the laces undone. He spared one nervous look at the door to make sure it was still locked, then pushed his pants down to his ankles in one quick shove, not giving himself time to second-guess it.

“Fuck, you really did come to see me with nothin’ on,” Bucky groaned, dragging the panties back down his cock so he could give his knot a squeeze. “If I thought we had enough time, I’d knot you right in this chair.”

“Shut up,” Tony huffed, toeing out of his boots and pants. “It’s bad enough I’m standing here in just my shirt and jacket when Steve could come back at any time.” He held his hand out, scowling at him. “Give.”

Bucky turned so he wasn’t under the desk anymore and reached out for Tony’s hand to drag him closer, relishing the startled yelp Tony let out as he stumbled over his discarded clothes and fell into his lap. “Just a second,” he assured, hand sliding down Tony’s back so he could dip his fingers between his cheeks.

“Bucky!” Tony exclaimed, clearly trying to sound chiding but failing miserably. “What are you doing?!”

“Fucking faker,” Bucky purred, two fingers sliding through the slick between his cheeks before rubbing over his hole. “You can’t wait to wear these wet panties, can you?”

Tony let out a breathy moan as he pressed his fingers in deeper, until the tips dipped inside and his body desperately tried to clench down. “Ooh… Bucky, please…!”

“Yeah?” Bucky drawled, taking a moment to bite down on his earlobe before hitching his hips so Tony was in a better position, fingers pressing in further to his soft heat. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me, aren’t ya? Can’t wait until the day’s over and I can see you at the house, bend you over proper and knot you all night long.”

“Think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you,” Tony purred, hands coming up to cup his cheeks, thumbs trailing through Bucky’s stubble. “Because if you don’t bring the rest of my clothes with you, I will be shooting your dick off.”

“Yowch,” Bucky said, leaning in to kiss him. “You should have a vested interest in me keeping my dick.”

“The panties you’re using to jack off with were seventy-five dollars,” Tony murmured into his mouth.

At that, Bucky couldn’t help a wince. “I will bring all of the panties back tonight.”

“And no one else will see them,” Tony added sternly, leaning back to give him the benefit of seeing his glare.

“No one else will see them,” Bucky agreed with a growl, pushing his hips up so his cock dragged between Tony’s cheeks.

Tony threw his head back, breath hitching his throat, and tried to grind down on him with a whimper as the head butted up against his hole. “Oh-!”

“God, you are so fucking sexy, it’s not fair,” Bucky huffed, then let out a noise like Tony had punched him as Tony’s hand joined his around his cock, sliding the panties in his fist back down to his knot and squeezing. “Fuck. God damn it.”

Tony let out another noise, breathy and wanton, as he felt Bucky’s spend pulse out between his cheeks, up against his hole where Bucky’s fingers were still spreading him open. “Oh. Oh, Bucky—”

“Just think,” Bucky growled, shoving his cock past his fingers so that the head was set snugly inside him. “Wearing this mess around all day, knowing I did it just for you, so that everyone will know you’re mine.”

“God, fuck me,” Tony moaned, trying to rock down onto his cock.

Bucky grabbed his hips and stood, slamming him back down onto the desk. “Wish you’d asked me to do that before I popped my knot,” he said, then leaned down to take Tony’s cock into his mouth and down his throat. The noise Tony made in response was a cross between a squeal and a moan, and Bucky wasted no time taking advantage of his surprise to shove his fingers back into Tony to hear it again, finding his prostate with practiced ease and rubbing over it in time with his dipping head.

“Oh, you fucking asshole,” Tony moaned, digging his hands into Bucky’s hair as his hips stuttered, trying to figure out whether to rock back into his fingers or forward into his mouth.

Bucky pressed his free hand to Tony’s stomach, keeping him from doing either just to listen to him curse and whimper as he swallowed around him again, and again, because that was one of Tony’s favorite ways to come, deep down Bucky’s throat while his hole was stuffed.

“Fuck,” Tony choked out, jerking against his hand uselessly, then jerked his head back with a guttural sound as he came, skull thunking against wood.

Bucky fucked his fingers over Tony’s prostate a couple more times just to feel him twitch, then slid his other hand down to wrap around his cock, holding it steady as he pulled his mouth off it. “’m gonna ask Stevie for a few days off,” he said, voice hoarse.

Tony said nothing, blinking up at the ceiling dazedly. He only whimpered a little as Bucky carefully pulled his fingers free, thighs still spread lewdly, chest heaving. Bucky pressed a kiss to his hip, then stood up straight, breath hissing between his teeth as took in the picture Tony made. It was a shame he wasn’t an artist like Steve, he lamented. Tony was so beautiful after he came, and there was something even sexier about the fact he was still wearing his shirt and jacket, even as his hole let out a dribble of slick and cum.

Bucky winced at the thought of Steve, then hurriedly reached down to finally unwrap Tony’s panties from his cock, tucking himself back into his pants and doing his belt back up. He took a moment to wonder if he should feel bad for what he was about to do, then shrugged it off, carefully sliding the wet panties up Tony’s legs until they were set snugly on his waist, ruffles looking somewhat worse for wear now that the lace was soaked. He fought the urge to bury his face in it, instead stepping over to grab up Tony’s pants and slide them up his legs as well. He picked Tony up to get them up all the way, then propped him up in his abandoned chair to get his boots back on.

“You’re a fucking brute, you know that?” Tony finally said as Bucky was opening the shutters and unlocking the door so they could get some air flow through the jail. Bucky turned to look back at him to find that Tony was now alert, as if he hadn’t just had some incredibly filthy sex, and had his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. “I know we haven’t had time for each other recently, but that was no reason to steal all my panties. I was so out of it, you could have just traded and kept the clean pair in your pocket. I know where all my lingerie is at all times. I’d notice a pair of missing panties.”

“That’s because you’re a priss,” Bucky drawled, smirking. “But I like that about you.”

“Priss,” Tony scoffed, shoving himself to his feet. “This set of panties is more than your monthly salary and you’re calling me a priss. If you don’t bring all of my panties back tonight, I will shoot your dick off. I want you to know I’m serious about it.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes fondly, then leaned down to press a kiss to Tony’s mouth before he could work himself into a lather. “Have a nice day in your wet panties, sweetie.”

“Day?” Tony asked, nonplussed. “I’m going home right now to get these cleaned. I just need to stop at—” He stopped when the door opened further and Steve came in, jaw dropping open a little.

Steve stared back at him, looking just as surprised, then shrugged, looking at Bucky. “We’ll have to keep our eyes out for rustlers, Buck. Clint didn’t lose any cattle this time, but we did find lots of hoofprints. Morning, Mr. Stark.”

“Tony,” Tony corrected flatly, like he always did.

“Closer to noon,” Bucky said idly, scratching his chin. “You eaten yet, Steve?”

“I was just comin’ to check in, then I was gonna head down to the hotel to get some lunch,” Steve said.

Bucky smirked. “What great timing! Tony has some errands to run. Maybe you can help him carry his things back to the hen house after?”

“Oh, sure,” Steve said, oblivious to the way Tony’s eyes were widening with outraged realization. “Can’t you do it, though?”

“I gotta go see my ma. Becca’s got a cold and Dr. Banner wants me to take her a tonic,” Bucky replied with a shrug.

“Oh, well, I’ve wanted to talk to Tony about some unsavory alphas I’ve seen around that might stop by anyway,” Steve said agreeably. He offered Tony his arm and a boyish smile, oblivious to the rage simmering in Tony’s eyes. “How’s a steak and mashed potatoes sound, Mr. S—uh, Tony?”

Tony took his arm as if he did not want to turn and strangle Bucky with his bare hands. “I’m buying,” he purred. “We can talk about business.”

“Huh?” Steve asked, frowning in confusion, but Tony ignored him, instead towing him out of the jail with swanlike grace.

Bucky winced as he watched them go, suddenly feeling ill at ease. Maybe leaving Tony to simmer in his rage while he wore his wet panties for several hours had not been the most strategic choice. Maybe he should… give up eating for the next month, and use his salary to buy him an entirely new set of lingerie to temper his anger. He could bum off Steve for that long, probably.

Hopefully.

[winterironmonth]

INTRODUCING WINTERIRON MONTH 2023

We apologize for being late for those of you who like to have time to plan what you are going to write in advance for events like this, time got away from us both last month but here are the prompts to show our two favorite iron dummies some love!

EVENT INFO:

WinterIron Month is a month long event with the intent to create new works but also recommend works created by others! There are two (2) weeks in which prompts are given. There is one (1) SFW prompt week, while there is one (1) NSFW prompt week. During these two prompt weeks, there are three (3) prompts given each day—you can choose which one(s) to do—and you are more than welcome to combine all three prompts for a day.

All types of creations are accepted whether it be writing, artwork, moodboards, fanvids, playlists, crafts, or anything else! The type of work you want to create is yours to chose from.

The other two weeks are rec weeks, one (1) week for SFW recs and one (1) week for NSFW recs. During these two weeks, there are a general (or at least we tried to make most of them broad/general) category in which you will recommend another creator’s work that falls under that category!

You can participate as much as you would like, there is no minimum amount or maximum! We just want people to have fun.

WHEN POSTING YOUR WORK ON YOUR BLOG:

At the TOP of your work, please state which WEEK, DAY and TYPE of prompt (e.g., ‘SFW Sunday: Word’ or ‘NSFW Wednesday: Dialogue/Sentence’. Please don’t do this: ‘SFW Thursday: Birthday’) you’ve done, to make it easier for us mods, to tag accordingly when we reblog!

To help us see/find your work easier, tag us @winterironmonth in your post.

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Add your work to our collection, and also state which WEEK, DAY, and TYPE of prompt you’ve done in the SUMMARY section (e.g., ‘SFW Sunday: Word’ or ‘NSFW Wednesday: Dialogue/Sentence’. Please don’t do this: ‘SFW Thursday: Birthday).

HAVE MORE QUESTIONS?

If you still have more questions, check out our FAQ or check out our faq tag.

PROMPT LIST/SCHEDULE:

SFW Week One (March 1st-March 7th):

Wednesday (March 1st):

TROPE/AU: Second Chances

WORD: Dancing

DIALOGUE: “The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

Thursday (March 2nd):

TROPE/AU: Secret Kisses

WORD: Curses

DIALOGUE: "You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply."

Friday (March 3rd):

TROPE/AU: Bodysharing

WORD: Medicine

DIALOGUE: "Let's not BeReal, let's BeEngaged... That was corny, huh?"

Saturday (March 4th):

TROPE/AU: Breakfast in Bed

WORD: Stars

DIALOGUE: "I don't know if I can't bring myself to speak it."

Sunday (March 5th):

TROPE/AU: Small Town Dynamics

WORD: Masks

DIALOGUE: “You know where to find me.”

Monday (March 6th):

TROPE/AU: Natural Disaster

WORD: Helmet

DIALOGUE: "You can't divorce me just because you lost in the game. It doesn't work like that!"

Tuesday (March 7th):

Trope/AU: Roommate AU

WORD: Banana

DIALOGUE: "One of us is clearly smarter than the other."

SFW Recs Week Two (March 8th-14th):

Wednesday (March 8th): Your Favorite Slow Burn Fic

Thursday (March 9th): Most Underappreciated Fic You've Read

Friday (March 10th): A Fic You Had To Mentally Recover From

Saturday (March 11th): Your Favorite AU Fic

Sunday (March 12th): The Funniest Fic You Read Recently

Monday (March 13th): Your Favorite Canon Fic

Tuesday (March 14th): A Fic That Inspired You To Write

NSFW Week Three (March 15th-21st):

Wednesday (March 15th):

TROPE/KINK: Gunplay

WORD: Whip

DIALOGUE: “I swear it was an accident.”

Thursday (March 16th):

TROPE/KINK: Blindfold

WORD: Massage

DIALOGUE: "What's that saying? Save a cowboy, ride a horse?? Or was it save a horse, ride a cowboy? Yeah, I dunno. I just know I want to fuck you."

Friday (March 17th):

TROPE/KINK: Cum Play

WORD: Brothel

DIALOGUE: "Are you really that oblivious?"

Saturday (March 18th):

TROPE/KINK: Muscle Kink

WORD: Licking

DIALOGUE: "There is no such thing as a nice murderer."

Sunday (March 19th):

TROPE/KINK: Body Worship

WORD: Seduction

DIALOGUE: “Let me see those eyes.”

Monday (March 20th):

TROPE/KINK: Sensation Play

WORD: Defiance

DIALOGUE: “Don’t hold back.”

Tuesday (March 21st):

TROPE/KINK: Oral Fixation

WORD: Meddling

DIALOGUE: "Ruin me."

NSFW Recs Week Four (March 22nd-28th):

Wednesday (March 22nd): The Last NSFW Fic You Read

Thursday (March 23rd): A Fic You Started For The NSFW But Stayed For The Plot

Friday (March 24th): A NSFW Fic You Will Always Go Back To Re-read

Saturday (March 25th): A Fic With Your Favorite NSFW Trope

Sunday (March 26th): A NSFW Fic That Made You Cry

Monday (March 27th): A NSFW Fic That's Sweet Like Candy

Tuesday (March 28th): Your Favorite NSFW AU Fic

Free Choice Week Five (March 29th-March 31st):

There are no set prompts or recs this week. You have three (3) days of free choice! You are welcome to use any prompts you haven’t used from above, or you can rec other works that didn’t fall under our categories!

[justlous-art]

merry christmas eve everyone! 🎄

and happy winteriron month too! this one is for @saganarojanaolt (ft. alpine which has been a good boy and wants some cookies too), thank you so much for your support ♡ 

buy me a ko-fi and get a sketch!

[unstable-river]

Comfort

After a long night of an engineering binge: Not only Tony craves his sweet dirty bean soup in the morning. Grumpy Bucky needs it to wake up at dawn too. Otherwise he’d rather drag Tony to bed and cuddle under the blankets.

@winterironmonth SFW Tuesday: Word

[gayspacesprinkles]

SFW Monday Trope/AU: Western for @winterironmonth

[riotwritesthings]

Morning People

WinterIron, E, 1k, PWP, cockwarming, consensual somnophilia | AO3

For the @winterironmonth​ NSFW Thursday, WORD: Cockwarming

(aka, who ordered the somnophilia? No one? Ok I’ll just leave it here just in case.)

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Tony wakes up from a dream that’s all heat and pleasure, slow burning and spreading all through him, a ragged moan already dragging out of his throat. Bucky is plastered all along his back, hips snug against Tony’s ass and hard cock buried inside him.

“Bucky,” He slurs out, still half asleep, and then groans weakly when Bucky’s cock twitches, seeming to nudge against his every single nerve and Tony feels like he’s on fire, like he’s been burning for ages. “Fuck, Bucky-“

“Mornin’ sugar,” Bucky says, voice barely more than a low rumble against the shell of Tony’s ear. One of Bucky’s arms is wrapped securely under and around his chest, and with the other he trails warm metal fingertips down Tony’s side, over the curve of his hip. “Were you havin’ a nice dream?”

Tony can only whine in response, caught between confused and desperate and still trying to wake himself up. All he knows is that every tiny forward hitch of Bucky’s hips drives his cock deeper inside Tony, pushes the flames spreading through him higher. Finally, around gasping moans, Tony manages to groan out “wha- please-“

“Feel so good wrapped around me,” Bucky breathes out, like that’s an answer. He doesn’t move other than his smooth his fingers sliding along Tony’s lower stomach, so near Tony’s cock which gives a hard throb, wet and slick against his stomach and Tony abruptly realizes that it aches, fuck, how long has Bucky been at this?!

Tony whines desperately, tries to rock himself on Bucky’s cock because he’s wound up so tight and he just needs something, anything, any amount of friction to tip him over that edge. But Bucky keeps him pinned firmly in place, doesn’t give Tony more than the lightest brush of his fingers up the underside of Tony’s cock.

“Just couldn’ wait,” Bucky say with a soft chuckle, smears Tony’s precome across the head of his cock and then down the length of it as he adds “so warm, always suck me in so nice, like you’re dying for it, even asleep, like my cock belongs buried inside you so deep you can barely breathe around it.”

Tony can only choke out a soft noise, twitching in Bucky’s hold like he‘s caught between trying to wiggle away and press closer. Bucky’s arm around his chest shifts, rough fingers dragging up the line of Tony’s throat and then abruptly pressing between his lips. Tony moans again, wet and muffled as shudders race through him, entire body clenching and he’s so close, he’s so close-

“Yeah, love th’ way you squirm for me, get so tight, just- fuck, jus’ like that,” Bucky groans, fingers digging into Tony’s hip and pressing deeper into his mouth and Tony is shaking in his hold. Bucky’s hips snap forward just once, punching a reedy whine out of Tony’s throat, and then he comes with a low groan of “fuck, Tony-“

“Oh, god,” Tony moans, muffled and nearly unintelligible around Bucky’s fingers, writhing as he feels Bucky’s cock throb deep inside him, filling him up. Tony can’t even properly beg, can’t do anything but sob with it as Bucky’s metal fingers return to trailing painfully lightly over his cock, not quite enough.

“Fuck,” Bucky sighs, then drags his teeth over the curve of Tony’s ear and says “might just keep you here all day, fill you up over an’ over, keep you right on th’ edge jus’ to listen to the way you whine for it. What’d’ya think of that, sweet thing?”

“Please-“ Tony says, or tries to say, but Bucky’s fingers press deeper until they’re practically in his throat, and Tony’s pretty sure he’s drooling as he resorts to making a couple pleading noises.

Bucky chuckles, low and wicked, then takes pity on him and finally wraps his hand around Tony’s cock just this side of too-firm, thrusts forward into him hard, and Tony comes silently. There’s a scream caught somewhere in his chest, but Tony is too caught off guard by the abrupt force of his orgasm to find the air to let it out. All he can hear is the wet, obscene sound of Bucky grinding into him, still so hard, and the deafening roar of blood in his ears.

”Tha’s right baby, that’s so good,” Bucky says, keeps Tony pinned in against him and says buried inside him while Tony shakes and moans his way through the aftershocks. Bucky finally pulls his fingers free from Tony’s mouth, lets him pant for breath and instead traces his wet fingertips over Tony’s nipple.

“Mm, good morning to me,” Tony mutters, slurred and lazy, shivering every time Bucky’s nail flicks over his nipple. Then he catches sight of the clock and gorans miserably before saying “you know, when I said you could wake me up like this, I didn’t quite mean this early.”

Bucky hums, and Tony only realizes Bucky’s hand is still wrapped around his cock when Bucky gives a slow stroke, slick with his own come and making Tony’s breath catch as the pleasure-pain of overstimulation shoots up his spine. “But this way,” Bucky says slowly, holding Tony tighter as he shakes and whines, “this way, I got all mornin’ to play with you, doesn’t tha’ sound nice?”

“Oh my god, fuck- fucking morning people,” Tony groans, but presses himself back into the next gentle roll of Bucky’s hips, gasps as Bucky gives his nipple a hard pinch.

[therollingstonys]

So I know some of y’all also like Winteriron so here’s a little tease of a fic I’m almost done writing and will be posting on Ao3 soon!

***

James sighs heavily and tosses the pages onto his desk, shaking his head. “It’s a tough lesson kid, but here it is—don’t trust anyone.”

Tony laughs wetly and looks up at him after wiping his face, eyes red rimmed and throat sore from swallowing his anger and grief.

“What about you? Should I trust you?”

James stares at him for a long time, expression unreadable, eyes dark and distant, and then finally, he smirks and shakes his head, glancing away when he speaks.

“You definitely shouldn’t trust me Tony. I’m a murderer and a liar and when this is all over, you should walk away and forget you ever knew me.”

James’s eyes are dark and stormy when they turn back to Tony, and the pure heat in them makes Tony shiver—no one has ever looked at him like that before. Like he’s desirable, wanted, craved.

“Will you forget me?”

He’s not sure why he asks it, it’s foolish to even hope, but he’s asked, and now he sits, breathless, waiting to see what the other man will say.

James smiles, slow and sad and bittersweet.

“Not even when I’m dead.”

Tony’s breath stutters and he flushes, sitting there pinned under a look so heated and longing it makes his bones ache.

The door opens behind them, shattering the moment, and as Natasha strides in, the intense gaze James has him pinned under breaks, and Tony inhales deeply, barely aware that he’d been holding his breath until his lungs burn at the sudden rush of oxygen.

He can feel James’s gaze on him as he rises and walks away, but their conversation in Russian doesn’t pause at his departure.

Sparing one glance over his shoulder, he meets James’s gaze for a long, breathless moment before the older man turns his attention to the redhead and Tony slips away, heart pounding in his chest.

They call him the Winter Soldier—the leader of the most notorious group in NYC, The Avengers. Tony Stark is New York high society royalty, but one night when he’s almost killed by a Hydra assassin, their two worlds collide.

Tony searches for answers about the assassination attempt on his life and is led deep into the seedy underbelly of the city where men of iron rule with bloody hands.

One man has answers, but will Tony be able to live with the truth?

[scottxlogan]

For the @winterironmonth​​ rec week, Sunday (March 13th): A Fic With Your Favorite Trope

what was that for? (you looked happy) by  justfandomthings

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary:Bucky and Tony have a thing. It's nice and it's sweet and most importantly, it's theirs. Tony will kiss him on the cheek, Bucky will ask, "What was that for?" And every time Tony will answer, "You looked happy."

This was just another really cute fic that I really enjoyed. The friends to lovers trope is a fun one and I think that the author did such a fantastic job capturing the story! It was really cute!

[misskatebishop]

For @winterironmonth day 6

Royal AU + Birthday

Tony was never the type of person who celebrates birthdays. He enjoys giving gifts to his friends on their birthdays, though. But he never actually celebrates his birthday himself. The fact is since he ascended the throne, the whole realm took the responsibility of celebrating the king’s birthday upon themselves.

King Stark found it adorable, in fact. Streets decorated just for his birthday, the news on the TV, and the dinner he will have later with many important guests. Queens and Kings from other countries, and presidents, ministers. Tony finds it all tiring. There’s only one person he would like to spend his birthday with.

Jarvis enters the room with another gift in his hand. Tony looks at the pile of gifts he had received. He doesn’t care about it. If he wasn’t the King, he would spend his birthday in his room, laid on bed with his lover.

“This one is from Senator Stern, sir,” Jarvis says.

Tony rolls his eyes, and Jarvis comes next to rearrange his tie.

“How’s everything down there?” Tony asks.

“Splendid, sir,” Jarvis replies, replacing the tie Tony was wearing for a bow tie. “It suits you better, sir.”

Tony turns to look at himself in the mirror. He looks good in that black suit. It would fit for the next three hours. Tony makes a silent pray for it to pass fast, so he could come back to the comfort of his room. Jarvis stands behind him, holding a crown.

“Has Lord Rogers arrived?” Tony asks while Jarvis makes sure that the crown is well arranged on his head.

“Yes, sir.”

“Is he alone or…?”

“He came with his wife, Lady Carter, and his knight, sir.”

Tony nods. His heart pounds inside his chest at the mention of James. God, he hadn’t seen James in quite a while as Rogers sent him on missions after the enemy, Hydra, an organization that has been boring Lord Rogers’ domains. However, they write often to each other, though he hadn’t received an answer for the last letter he had sent to Barnes. He hoped to get the chance to talk to him later.

Jarvis leads him outside. The guards bow as he passes through the decorated corridors. God, Pepper had really invested in the decoration. A guard announces his entry to the hall. The crowd turns their eyes to the King. Tony greets some people on his way to the center of the hall, but his eyes look for only one person. Tony feels a little disappointed when he finds Lady Carter talking to Lady Romanoff, and Lord Rogers talking to Doctor Banner on the other side of the hall.

Perhaps the knight Jarvis mentioned was Sam Wilson and not James. Tony prays that he’s wrong.

“Hey, happy birthday,” Rhodey says behind him.

Tony smiles.

“Thanks.”

“Big night, huh?”

“I hope so.”

As a matter of fact, Tony wasn’t interested in the party or what would happen after this annual dinner to celebrate the King’s life. He was only interested in James’ answer to him. In their last letter, Tony wrote that if his response was negative, then he’d leave him alone. He promised he would never go after Barnes ever again.

“Tony!” Pepper smiles, wearing a blue dress. She looks stunning. “Happy Birthday!”

“You already said that in the morning, Peps,” Tony says.

“I’m saying it again.”

“Okay. What about the dinnertime, Pepper?”

“Oh, you’ll have to wait a little longer. There are a lot of people wanting to talk to you.”

“Pepper--”

“No. Socialize. You’re good at it, then you can fake a headache and go back to your room,” she smiles sassily, her gaze going to the door where Barnes is hurrying to Rogers.

His heart skips a beat. James looks gorgeous as usual. His hair was perfectly combed. He shaved since Tony had seen him. That dark blue suit puts his blue eyes in evidence. James goes to Steve and whispers something to him, then the blond follows after him. James doesn’t even see him. Tony gulps, heartbroken. If his answer was ‘no’ Tony had to do as promised. He had to let James go.

Tony feels his heart breaks into little pieces, he tries his best to hide his disappointment during the party. Tony doesn’t know what he did wrong or why Barnes was refusing him, he only wishes he could go back in time and fix whatever mistake he had made. Lord Rogers returns alone to dinner.

-

Tony does exactly what Pepper told him to do. He has dinner, shows his guests a good time, talks about government accords and improvements, he even dances with Lady Van Dyne before he thanks all of them for coming and retiring to his room. Pepper, Rhodey, and Jarvis could handle the rest of the guests.

Tony went to his favorite room in the palace. It was filled with paintings of his ancestors along with historical facts about the Stark Kingdom. That wasn’t the only reason, of course. The balcony there gives him a clear view of the gardens his mother cared so much about. Tony watches the fireworks to celebrate his birthday, but that is the last thing he wants to care about now.

A tear slides down his left cheek, then the door opens, and steps approach.

“I said I wanna be alone, Jarvis,” Tony says, quickly wiping off the tears.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting to talk to you the entire night,” James’s voice replies, making Tony turn around to see the man. “But if I’m bothering, then I’ll go,” James gives a step forward where Tony can clearly see him.

“No,” Tony hurries to say. “No, you are not. Of course not. I--I thought it was Jarvis.”

James comes to the balcony, standing by Tony’s side. He watches the view, and all Tony can watch is Sergeant James Barnes.

“I’m sorry for not staying at the party. Sir Barton had some urgent news about Hydra’s advance that required my attention,” James looks down, rubbing his metal hand on the other.

“It’s okay. I hope everything is fine, now,” Tony’s tone is uncertain. He heard about Hydra’s advance on the North.

“I hope it will be in a few weeks,” James says, though, by his tone, he knows that James is aware that Hydra will not stop. “Are you feeling okay? Miss Potts said--”

“I’m okay. I-I just wanted to sneak out of the party.”

James smiles, and that smile is capable of making Tony’s mood better.

“I’m sorry for not replying to your letter.”

“It’s fine, you’ve been busy,” Tony nods, startling when James takes his hand in his.

“I have a gift for you as well,” Tony smiles.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“It’s a very humble gift, actually,” James fixes Tony’s tie.

“What is it?” Tony asks, curious.

“It’s a yes,” James replies, grinning. Tony’s heart skips a beat because he knows what it means, and he can’t believe it. God, he was such a fool. “Yes, Tony. I’ll marry you.”

James cups his cheeks, pulling him to a kiss. Tony melts in his embrace. He can’t believe this is happening. How could he think that James didn’t love him when the soldier had told him a thousand times? Tony feels like an idiot, how could he be so blind? How could he believe that James would tell him ‘no’?

Tony can’t help the tears that stream down his face or the sob that eventually comes out when they pull apart.

“Don’t cry, doll,” James wipes off his tears, kissing his cheeks.

“They are happy tears,” Tony replies.

James wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer. Tony lays his head on his chest, listening to his heartbeats. He feels safe there. He feels love. And that’s all that matters.

"Best gift ever," Tony mumbles, and James laughs, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

[aurumacadicus]

For @winterironmonth by hook or by crook lmao

SFW Wednesday: Trope/AU, Word, Dialogue

Sometimes when you’re young, you’re also stupid. Anyway I’m a fan of young love breaking and coming back stronger when the characters are more mature apparently. Look out for under the cut!

Trigger Warning: Mentioned Miscarriage

--

“You’re the last person I expected to attend a bonding ball,” Bucky said as Tony took his right hand, the other settling on his shoulder. He placed his left hand on Tony’s hip and tried to force himself not to squeeze, keeping his touch light. Restrained, he couldn’t help but think.

Tony raised an eyebrow at him even as Bucky carefully swung him into a waltz. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly thinking better of what he’d been about to say. Instead, he carefully asked, “Why do you say that?”

Bucky didn’t wince, but only through sheer force of will. “People with money usually go through a matchmaker,” he said. He’d already offended him. He figured he couldn’t do worse.

Tony tipped his head thoughtfully, allowing Bucky to pull him through a turn before he finally answered, “People who use matchmakers have standards.”

“…Are you insulting me?” Bucky asked after a moment, squinting at him, because he couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it, but Tony had never been the type to insult a group as a whole—and he was also here at the bonding ball, so he’d also be insulting himself.

Luckily, Tony just rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No, I mean that people who go to matchmakers have it in them to give the person they’re matched with a real go of things.” He shrugged, ducking his head a little. “If your heart isn’t in it, people tend to turn you down. If enough people turn you down for the same reason, the matchmaker typically asks you to stop wasting their time.”

“You did see a matchmaker,” Bucky realized. For some reason, it hurt him a little bit. He didn’t have the right to be hurt, he reminded himself. They’d broken up years ago. Then everything else Tony said caught up to him, and frowned, confused. “Your heart wasn’t in it?”

“No,” Tony said, carefully not meeting his eyes, instead focusing his gaze on the hand he had curled around Bucky’s shoulder. “The first few times, I managed to make real connections, but then we’d talk about children, and I… well. That’s a deal-breaker, for a lot of people.”

“I see,” Bucky murmured, trying to put as much sympathy as he could into it. It had been the reason they’d broken up, after all. “I’m sorry.”

Tony shook his head, still making sure he didn’t make eye contact with him. “It’s fine.”

It clearly wasn’t, but Bucky wasn’t going to call him on it. Not over… that. “So you think you won’t have the same problem here?”

“I figure, if I’m so desperate to bond, someone else might be too,” Tony sighed, finally looking up at him with a sad smile. “There has to be someone here besides me that’s okay with companionship rather than a true love connection, right?”

“You deserve more than someone desperate not to be alone,” Bucky said, frowning.

Tony couldn’t keep all of the bitterness out of his scoff. “Oh, please. I’m thirty-four and haven’t been able to find someone who can stand me long-term in all this time. Not everyone is going to look at me and tell me I made the universe right or whatever—”

“The first time you smiled,” Bucky corrected immediately, feeling a sureness wash over him that he hadn’t felt since the first night he’d said it. “It felt like the universe aligned.”

Tony looked like he’d physically slapped him, eyes going wide and shiny. “Yeah, well,” he choked out around the lump that had formed in his throat. He turned his gaze away again. “How is anyone going to live up to that?”

It could have been an easy out, Tony saying that no other suitor could live up to the romance in those words. It could have been Tony asking how he was supposed to live up to them after Bucky had first said them, too, how Bucky had seen him as perfect and when Tony’s faults had risen to the surface, he’d been shocked out of love with him. It could have been a lot of things.

It had been over a decade, and Bucky was tired of comparing people to the first person who made him consider settling down. “The second time you smiled, it felt like the universe aligned,” he continued, and his heart did a little flip in his chest when Tony jerked to look up at him in surprise. “The third time, too, and the fourth, and every single time you smiled after it.”

“Until we lost—” Tony began, choking himself off before he could finish.

“You stopped smiling, and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it,” Bucky whispered, tightening his grip over Tony’s hip. “I couldn’t figure out how to make it right. Everything I did was wrong. You were in pain, and there was nothing I could do. And then you told me to leave.”

Tony shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “You were scared to try again. I could see it.”

“For you,” Bucky said. He tightened his grip on Tony’s hand and hip so that he wouldn’t pull away. “I was scared for you, Tony. It seemed like you sank into yourself, and there was nothing I could do to pull you back out.”

Tony made a soft noise of dismay. “There was nothing anyone could have done, Bucky. I understood.”

“You didn’t,” Bucky whispered sharply, and Tony looked up at him in surprise. “I still wanted you. I left because you told me to. Not because I wanted to leave.”

“If you didn’t want to leave, why didn’t you tell me no?” Tony asked, brows furrowing together.

“Tony, you were a mess,” Bucky said, not unkindly. “I didn’t even know what the word ‘weep’ meant until after we lost the baby. You wouldn’t talk to me. You wouldn’t talk to anybody. And then you asked me if I was up to trying again.” He squeezed Tony’s hand and shook his head, frustrated. “I thought you meant right then, not ever again. I didn’t think we were in a place to try again then. That we needed time to—to calm down, and assess our options, and—damn it, Tony, I felt so helpless that I would have cut my own throat if you asked me to. Of course I left. I thought that was what you wanted!”

Tony looked down again, breath hitching in his throat. “I thought that you leaving was agreement. That you couldn’t be with me.”

“Of course you did,” Bucky whispered, closing his eyes. He suddenly felt exhausted down to his bones.

It was just like Tony, though. And it was just like him, too. Both young and stupid and trying so hard to make the other person happy, even if it broke their own hearts. His parents had always said they were too young. Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he understood how right they’d been, even if he’d needed to see it himself.

“I’m sorry,” Tony offered, still not looking up at him. “I’m sorry, Bucky.”

Bucky opened his mouth to tell Tony that he was sorry too, but then the orchestra playing the song they’d been circling the dancefloor to stopped, and every dropped their hands to clap. The song had ended, and after a five-minute pause for people to get refreshments or go freshen up in the bathroom, they’d be get in line again. The alphas would take a step to the left, and they’d dance with a new set of omegas for the next song. Bucky watched Tony clap politely along with everyone else, only belatedly remembering to bring his own hands together when one of the chaperones glared at him from over Tony’s shoulder.

Once the obligatory applause was finished, Tony offered him a short bow. Bucky was supposed to bow back to finish the exchange, but he was struck, suddenly, by the fact that this was probably his last chance. His only chance. Tony would drift across the dance floor with dozens of other alphas, and at the end of the night, he’d go over his prospects and send a list of those he’d be willing to court to the coordinator. If things went well, he’d be married before the month was out. And it wouldn’t be to him.

Bucky reached out to clamp his hand around Tony’s bicep. “Come with me.”

“Ow,” Tony said, but he seemed more shocked than actually in pain as Bucky towed him off the ballroom floor. “Bucky, what are you—Bucky?” he asked as he was dragged over toward the head table, where the hosts of the ball were sitting with a few other mated couples.

Bucky tried to remember who it was that was hosting. Natasha had signed him up for the ball when he’d mentioned trying it out instead of making various dating profiles, so he hadn’t really paid attention. It didn’t really matter, though. He wouldn’t have even cared if it was Tony’s parents sitting there. He pulled Tony up beside him, looked the alpha across the table from him in the eye, and said, “I’m going to marry this one. He won’t need to dance with anyone else.”

“This one?!” the woman beside him repeated, scowling at him.

“Me?” Tony breathed, and Bucky turned to look down at him.

“You,” he confirmed. “It was always you.”

Tony let out a shuddering breath and reached up, cupping his cheeks in his hands, and drew him down for a kiss that only ended when one of the chaperons bodily pulled Bucky away.

[winterironmonth]

INTRODUCING WINTERIRON MONTH 2022

Calling all WinterIron lovers! WinterIron Month is back for another month of Bucky/Tony fun! Special shoutout to @gayspacesprinkles who made our banners this year! 

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WinterIron Month is a month long event with the intent to create new works but also recommend works created by others! There are two (2) weeks in which prompts are given. There is one (1) SFW prompt week, while there is one (1) NSFW prompt week. During these two prompt weeks, there are three (3) prompts given each day—you can choose which one(s) to do—and you are more than welcome to combine all three prompts for a day.

All types of creations are accepted whether it be writing, artwork, moodboards, fanvids, playlists, crafts, or anything else! The type of work you want to create is yours to chose from.

The other two weeks are rec weeks, one (1) week for SFW recs and one (1) week for NSFW recs. During these two weeks, there are a general (or at least we tried to make most of them broad/general) category in which you will recommend another creator’s work that falls under that category!

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PROMPT LIST/SCHEDULE:

SFW Week One (March 1st-March 7th):

Tuesday (March 1st):

TROPE/AU: Arranged Marriage

WORD: Concert

DIALOGUE: “It’s all because of you.”

Wednesday (March 2nd):

TROPE/AU: Hidden Injuries

WORD: Heartbeat

DIALOGUE: “I don’t think we should be together anymore.”

Thursday (March 3rd):

TROPE/AU: Body Swap

WORD: Honey

DIALOGUE: “I want to write you a song.”

Friday (March 4th):

TROPE/AU: Shifter AU

WORD: Powerless

DIALOGUE: “Remind me to make you smile like that again.”

Saturday (March 5th):

TROPE/AU: Soulmate AU

WORD: Piercing 

DIALOGUE: “I got you a present.”

Sunday (March 6th):

TROPE/AU: Childhood Rivals

WORD: Confession

DIALOGUE: “Shit... I’m in love with [pronoun choice].”

Monday (March 7th):

Trope/AU: Strip Poker

WORD: Lucky

DIALOGUE: “This is stupid. I’m in.”

SFW Recs Week Two (March 8th-14th):

Tuesday (March 8th): Your All Time Favorite Fic

Wednesday (March 9th): Your Favorite Fast Burn Fic

Thursday (March 10th): Your Favorite Fic That Made You Cry

Friday (March 11th): Your Favorite Fic That Made You Smile

Saturday (March 12th): A Fic By Your Favorite Author

Sunday (March 13th): A Fic With Your Favorite Trope

Monday (March 14th): A Fic That Surprised You In All The Best Ways

NSFW Week Three (March 15th-21st):

Tuesday (March 15th):

TROPE/KINK: Kink Discovery

WORD: Sticky

DIALOGUE: “I know, baby. I know.”

Wednesday (March 16th):

TROPE/KINK: Safe Word

WORD: Oil

DIALOGUE: “Wait, do that again.”

Thursday (March 17th):

TROPE/KINK: Sex Pollen

WORD: Biting

DIALOGUE: “You were made for me.”

Friday (March 18th):

TROPE/KINK: Secret Sex

WORD: Tights

DIALOGUE: “I don’t care. I need to feel you. Now.”

Saturday (March 19th):

TROPE/KINK: Size Difference

WORD: Insatiable

DIALOGUE: “Show me.”

Sunday (March 20th):

TROPE/KINK: Wet Dreams

WORD: Innocence

DIALOGUE: “No need to whine.”

Monday (March 21st):

TROPE/KINK: Tight Spaces

WORD: Tryst

DIALOGUE: “Eyes on me, baby.”

NSFW Recs Week Four (March 22nd-28th):

Tuesday (March 22nd): Your Favorite NSFW Fic

Wednesday (March 23rd): A NSFW Fic That You’re Not Afraid To Read In Public

Thursday (March 24th): A Fic By Your Favorite NSFW Author

Friday (March 25th): A NSFW Fic That Excites You

Saturday (March 26th): A NSFW Fic That Changed Your Mind On A Trope

Sunday (March 27th): A NSFW Fic That Makes You Blush

Monday (March 28th): Your Favorite NSFW Fic That’s Long

Free Choice Week Five (March 29th-March 31st):

There are no set prompts or recs this week. You have three (3) days of free choice! You are welcome to use any prompts you haven’t used from above, or you can rec other works that didn’t fall under our categories!

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bucky kissing tony's wrist request for @holistic-alcoholic! thank you for your support ♡

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[unstable-river]

WinterIron Western AU

“Hey.” - “...” “What’s a guy, armed to the teeth, doing in a city like this?” - “...” “You know, I can do something about that arm of yours.”

Surprise, surprise Bucky is not dead in 1872 and comes back to Timely after the issues events passed. Tony didn’t recognised him at the beginning. Just noticed he must have been´some guy who went to the war.

Did Bucky break his brainwashing from hydra and wandered from town to town, just lucky to land in Timely? Did he ever have a metal arm from hydra? Or did he gain amnesia from war, woke up with a missing arm, and searches for people who may recognise him?

@winterironmonth SFW Monday: Trope/AU

[gayspacesprinkles]

SFW Sunday: word - Ducklings

For @winterironmonth

I could think of anything else and I almost forgot about this 😬😝

[riotwritesthings]

Coffee and Bad Words

WinterIron, T, 1.5K, convenient amnesia

For the @winterironmonth​

Fun fact, this is probably my favorite prompt I’ve written for the month so far it’s so goofy I regret nothing.

SFW Wednesday, Amnesia AND “All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

-

Bucky walks into the lab with a half formed plan for how he’s going to try and coax Tony out. The man’s been locked up down there playing with some weird bit of tech they picked up on their last mission for almost 36 hours now, and everyone is starting to get concerned. Bucky is pretending not to know why he was chosen for this job.

The doors open for him, and the second he steps into the the lab Tony spins to point at him and demands “you. We’re friends, right?”

“Um,” Bucky says, because that’s the big question isn’t it? Bucky would certainly like to think so, at least, he’d even like to think maybe he’ll work up the balls to try for more than that sometimes soon. Especially if the rest of the team keeps mocking him about his ‘totally obvious’ feelings. Still, he’s not sure what answer Tony is actually looking for here, so he finally settles on a hesitant “yes?”

“Right,” Tony says, nodding and turning back to the million screens opened up before him, spanning nearly the entire workspace and displaying what looks like various clips of security feeds from the lab. “Right, of course we’re friends, you spend so much time down here. We’re totally friends. That makes sense. I’ve hardly seen anyone else on these feeds, and look, look I’m even laughing in this one.”

Tony pauses to point to one of the screens and Bucky remembers that day. He doesn’t remember exactly what stupid pun he’d made, but he remembers the way Tony had laughed, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.

“Tony,” Bucky says slowly, and he’s starting to get a bad feeling about this, but before he can say anything else Tony spins back towards him with a victorious grin.

“Tony! That was going to be my question, thank you!”

Bucky’s heart drops into his stomach. His bad feeling gets exponentially worse.

-

Turns out, the fancy new gizmo Tony had been playing with activated somehow, and apparently wiped his memory. All of it. And instead of telling anyone, Tony has spent the past twelve or so hours alone, watching security footage.

“Why didn’t you tell someone?” Bucky can’t help demanding, heart racing, and he has to get Tony to medical, get him checked over, what if there’s something else-

“Because I had to figure out who I am, first!” Tony insists, breaking into Bucky’s panic spiral, throwing his arms in the air, like somehow Bucky is the one being ridiculous here.

“So you’ve been watchin’ security footage of yourself?”

“A man is most himself when alone,” Tony says obnoxiously and Bucky resists the urge to roll his eyes. Then Tony considers the screens again and adds “and when you’re here, I guess, you’re down here like all the time. You didn’t even leave when I snorted a questionably green shake out of my nose, which, gross. Although you did laugh at me, that’s real friendship I guess.”

Bucky ignores the heat trying to rise in his face because right, sure, friendship. “You couldn’ have tried the internet?” Bucky asks instead of addressing the fact that it really is obvious how much time he spends hanging around Tony now that it’s all laid out like this, “or, I dunno, asked JARVIS?”

Tony’s nose wrinkles adorably as he demands “the ceiling voice?! Like hell am I trusting that, next thing I know it’s going to be refusing to open the pod bay doors!”

“Oh my god, you’re so paranoid,” Bucky groans, slumping onto one of the stools and resisting the urge to drop his forehead to the table.

“See, you do know me!” Tony says brightly, smile lighting up his face, and despite everything Bucky’s heart gives a little flutter. “So far, I’ve been able to determine that all I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Well, you’re not wrong there,” Bucky mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Tony laughs again.

“Also, am I building a robot army? What up with that?” Tony asks, turning back to his many screens with a thoughtful look.

“You are a robot army,” Bucky says, and he’s about to actually explain the suits of armor lining the walls when something on the screens catches his eye instead.

He remembers that day, too. Tony in a tank top, working on one of the armors, grease smeared across his bare arms. Bucky feels his face heating up, because he remembers what happens next, too. On screen, Bucky wants into the lab, catches sight of Tony, and promptly trips over DUM-E and goes sprawling to the ground. Not his proudest moment, but not the worst he’s ever embarrassed himself in front of Tony with the man, somehow, miraculously not noticing.

Bucky glances over at Tony, to see if maybe he’d managed to miss Bucky’s face plant this time too, only to find Tony already watching him with a considering look. Bucky opens his mouth with absolutely no idea what he plans to say, but Tony beats him to it anyways.

“Did you know,” Tony starts slowly, and apparently he doesn’t need his memory to get the same look on his face when he’s putting the pieces together, “that when you moved the couch to get the ball one of the weird robots lost, I straight up fell off my chair and nearly stabbed myself with a screwdriver on the way down?”

“Uh,” Bucky says, because he had not known that, and the knowing look that’s slowly growing on Tony’s face is making him nervous. For multiple reasons. And a part of him can’t stop wondering how many other stupid things Tony has seen him doing in these feeds, how many stupid things Bucky has missed Tony doing over him.

“So, new question,” Tony says, sidling towards him with an amazing amount of confidence for someone with no memories. “Are we, by any chance, right on the delicate edge of more than friends?”

“Uh- you,” Bucky stutters out and he can’t back away fast enough, his hip bouncing painfully off the corner of a table because he can’t drag his eyes away from the way Tony’s tongue swipes out to wet his lips. Finally Bucky gets his brain back online enough to insist “we’re not having this conversation when you don’t remember anythin’!”

Tony pouts but at least stops advancing on him, and it’s incredibly difficult for Bucky to drag his attention away from the swell of Tony’s lower lip. “Fine. And I suppose you’re going to make me go talk to doctors now,” Tony says with a roll of his eyes, and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a good or bad sign that Tony’s dislike of going to medical isn’t reliant on his memories either.

“For starters,” Bucky grumbles. That’s right, he just has to deal with this one thing at a time, first they make sure Tony is okay, then they figure out what’s going on with his memory, and then-

“And then we can make out?” Tony asks hopefully and Bucky almost trips over exactly nothing.

“Would you please just- grab the thing and we can go talk to someone?” Bucky demands and Tony’s little smirk is really not helping anything.

“Fine, fine,” Tony says, smirking wider as he turns to grab the small device still sitting on one of the tables.

There’s a bright flash of light.

Bucky wakes up on his back, blinking at the ceiling in confusion.

“Are you kidding?! It was that easy?!” Tony’s voice demands from somewhere on the other side of the lab, “I hate magic. So much.”

“I know,” Bucky says with a groan as he pushes himself upright again, and then pauses, “wait, you remember that?”

“I also remember taking my midterms in a hula outfit, which I haven’t remembered since the 90’s, so that’s fun,” Tony says and his head pop up over one of the tables, looking a little dazed, a little confused, but no worse for wear. “Apparently, when I get my memories back I get all of them back. Including the things I’d rather not.”

Tony continues complaining as they pick themselves back up, dust themselves off, and Bucky is just trying to figure out what the hell he’s supposed to say now. Does he act like they didn’t just have an accidental revelation? Chalk it all up to the effects of the magic mind wiper and never speak of it again?

As usual, Tony beats him to the punch. His eyes flick up to the screens again, and a hopeful smile spreads across his face. “So, did we have to go upstairs right now, or..?” He trails off, wiggles his eyebrows, and almost manages to hide the nerves in his voice.

“Or,” Bucky says, surprising himself with how firm his voice comes out considering he had no idea he was going to say it. He’s not taking it back through, not missing this chance because knowing himself, Bucky could spend the rest of his life finding excuses to wait.

“Yay, we’re gonna make out,” Tony says, giddy and goofy and oh, Bucky’s heart is swelling almost painfully in his chest as Tony picks right back up on advancing on him.

“Just a little,” Bucky says, already reaching out to pull him in, “then it’s straight to medical for you.”

“Boo,” Tony tries to complain, but Bucky just kisses him quiet.

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All that glitters

He's sure it looks very pretty. Gentle waves ruffling the surface of the bay. Each strand of grass on the dunes lined in rainbowed drops of dew. Dawn sun painting the sky pink. And there's the problem: dawn. It’s far too early to have to deal with all these stray rays of light stabbing through his eyes.

But.

Sunbeams flash off gleaming metal as Bucky turns to face him. Shade and golden light paint bold patterns across his features. His eyes are bright. Smile, soft and peaceful. The sight is blinding.

Perhaps he could learn to like mornings after all.

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Name of Piece: All that glitters Card Number: 4090 Name of Participant: LBibliophile Square Number: S4 - warm and fuzzy feelings Rating: Gen Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Tony Stark Tags: moodboard and drabble, mornings Summary: Tony hates mornings. But with a view like this, maybe he could learn to like them. Word count: 100