A Jerk and A Punk

Bucky can't explain why but he loves the way Tony just slides across the hood like that, jesus why did his boyfriend have to be so hot? He has to shakes his head faintly to clear it as he slides into the passenger seat and gets settled in as Tony gets situated.

"Oh ha ha very funny," He grumbles, rolling his eyes even as he wears a fond smile, "If I'm an antique then what does that make you?" he quips back playfully, shooting Tony a smirk as they leave the garage, "I'm happy to stop anywhere, I'm not hungry and I'm not much of a shopper but if you really do want to stop at one of the antique shops then maybe we could get something cool for the apartment? I've always wanted one of the radios like we used to have back in the 30s, even if it didn't work I could tinker with it and try and get it working again just as a fun little project or it could be purely decorative," he says hopefully, he used to fix anything he could around the apartment when he and Steve were growing up.

Tony laughed as he pulled the car out of the parking spot. “Compared to you? I’m practically a little baby, Buck,” he teased. “You’re a cradle robber is what you are.” The whole age thing was funny. It was hard to really even judge how old Bucky was. Looking at him, he just looked like he was in his mid thirties. If that. Anyone who saw the pair of them would think Tony was one of those predatory old rich men that went after young pieces of ass and dumped them when they turned twenty-five. In reality, going by their birth certificates, Bucky was easily old enough to be his dad. But how did you actually judge his age? It wasn’t like Steve who had been frozen for decades. Bucky had been in and out of cryo who knew how many times. His body had experienced that time, even if his mind had been all but locked out of the experience. Was it fair to count any of it? Tony had no idea. But it was fun to tease him for being old. It certainly made Tony feel younger being with him.

“I’m fine either way,” he said. “Aside from you, I don’t really have many antiques. My mom’s piano, I guess. I’m more of a futurist. But when you move in, I want you to make it your home too, and I’m sure we can blend old and new nicely. So I’m fine with stopping. But we can play it by ear.”

He got to the exit of the underground carpark, and pulled out into the street. “I might stop if I see fresh fruit though. Maybe jams. Definitely apple cider donuts.”

#ironwinter rp #pick your battles #james buchanan barnes #mr tony stark

Bucky loved the way he and Tony teased each other about the age difference, it wasn’t cut and dry by any means so that made it a lot of fun to go back and forth about it. He didn’t feel like a guy in his 30s by any means, but he also didn’t feel like he was…what was it now, 90 something? Jesus he avoided doing the exact math for a reason so he pushes that thought away. Tony certainly didn’t act his age either, which personally made it feel like one of the reasons they worked so well together, it was a perfect twist of fate if anything.

He rolls his eyes playfully, “careful or I’ll show you just how much I’m not an antique,” he smirks, sliding his sunglasses down as the pull onto the street to block out some of the sun, “absolutely, you know me I’ll never say no to fresh fruit but..what are apple cider donuts?” he asks curiously, he’d never heard of them before. He knew apple cider obviously so he figured it was something along those lines, like an apple flavored donut sold at cider mills? He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Tony knew and obviously he was always, always, down to try a new sweet thing.

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Steve leaned into the hand on his shoulder without meaning to, balance tipping just enough that he didn’t argue when Bucky tugged him along. “No, no, I stand by it,” he insisted, words slower now. “You ever see it when he’s not using it? Just… sitting there. Menacingly. Like it’s judging the floor.” He let himself be guided the rest of the way, dropping onto the couch with less grace than usual, one hand dragging over his face as he exhaled. “Also—” he added, lifting a finger like this was very important, “—if Thor ever loses it, does that mean he’s… de-lighted?”

“I could pick it up,” he went on after a beat, quieter but still convinced. “Not— not because of worthiness. Just… leverage. Physics.” He gestured vaguely. “Good angles. Strong base.” His head tipped back, a soft huff of a laugh following. “Don’t tell him I said that either,” he murmured. “I don’t need to get smote over furniture opinions.” A pause, then softer, almost fond—“You’re a good friend, Buck. Even when you’re enabling terrible ideas.”

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#bucky barnes roleplay #james buchanan barnes

Bucky can’t hide his soft chuckles now as he listens to Steve, happy to guide him to the couch and going to get a bottle of water for him before coming to sit down with Steve.

He rolls his eyes at the way Steve insists on being able to lift the hammer, “I think you could lift if because you’re probably the most worthy one of us around here, aside from Thor. But yeah I won’t tell him that because honestly he might take it as a challenge for his throne, or something,” he laughs as he hands the bottle of water over to Steve.’

He’s a little startled by the declaration, “Nah stop that, I ain’t any better than any of your other friends, I’m just used to taking care of your ass. Remember when I used to make soup for you because you got sick? You might be big and buff nowadays but you’re still my Stevie so of course I’ll be here for you, always,” he shrugs as he leans back on the couch, ignoring the light flush on his cheeks at the sudden compliment.

//hello!

//I am HESITANT to say that I am back because my anxiety can be SUCH a fucking menace, but I am going to start working on replies and try not to get overwhelmed!!

“Mostly naked? And here I thought your preference was to have me completely naked when you have me all to yourself,” Bucky grins as he watches Tony get his bag, shouldering his own so that his hands were free, “I am excited for the secret doors and to explore the house with you. And we’ll get down the road together, no matter what it takes,” he promises gently just before Tony kisses him again.

He hums and takes the bag, stealing one last kiss, “of course I can doll, I’ll wait for you down in the garage. Take your time, I ain’t going anywhere,” he assures him before stepping back and taking the elevator down to the garage. He still wasn’t the most familiar with all the different car models but he knows where the divo is, they’d had some fun in it a week ago, hence his bias for it.

He tosses the duffle bags into the backseat and moves to lean back against the passenger door, pulling out his phone to text Steve and Sam that he was leaving for the weekend with Tony and that they’d be back in a few days.

Tony laughed. “Oh, I do. I just didn’t want to pressure you into skinny dipping. But hey, if you want to turn nudist on me, I’ll take it gratefully,” he teased.

He smiles and relaxes a little more when Bucky says he’ll take the bag down. He was worried he’d say he’d just wait and while Tony knew it would be safe to leave the unfinished ring out on the stand, he would feel better if everything was put away properly.

When Bucky was out of sight he packed things up, and locked the ring away. He washed his hand and splashed water on his face to help clear his head and then headed down to Bucky.

When he saw him leaning against the car, he couldn’t help but be struck by just how cool and hot his boyfriend was. He sideled over and kissed him. “Alright. You ready?” he asked. He opened the door for him, kissing him once more as he did, then slid across the hood as he made his way to the driver’s side and hopped in.

“Alright,” he said, slipping on his glasses and starting up the car. It roared to life and Tony fiddled with a few things before he got going, selecting some music adjusting the temperature of the aircon, and buckling up. “It’s about two hours, so if you want to stop on the way anywhere, we can. Lots of antique shops up that way. Or you know, shops that sell things that you think are completely contemporary,” he teased.

#pick your battles #ironwinter rp #mr tony stark

Bucky can't explain why but he loves the way Tony just slides across the hood like that, jesus why did his boyfriend have to be so hot? He has to shakes his head faintly to clear it as he slides into the passenger seat and gets settled in as Tony gets situated.

"Oh ha ha very funny," He grumbles, rolling his eyes even as he wears a fond smile, "If I'm an antique then what does that make you?" he quips back playfully, shooting Tony a smirk as they leave the garage, "I'm happy to stop anywhere, I'm not hungry and I'm not much of a shopper but if you really do want to stop at one of the antique shops then maybe we could get something cool for the apartment? I've always wanted one of the radios like we used to have back in the 30s, even if it didn't work I could tinker with it and try and get it working again just as a fun little project or it could be purely decorative," he says hopefully, he used to fix anything he could around the apartment when he and Steve were growing up.

//im so sorry I know hiatuses aren’t usually this long but I am hoping to come back soon maybe get some replies out this weekend!

Bucky gasps as they're so quickly turned, bracing his hands on Steve's chest as they move to steady himself. He smirks down at him before leaning down to kiss him tenderly, rolling his hips down and groaning softly as the friction only teases him without giving him any proper relief.

"Can't help if I'm desperate for you Stevie, you make me want you just by smilin' at me like that," he murmurs, threading his fingers through Steve's hair as he kisses him like he needs him, the same way he needs air or water, drinking in the taste of him greedily.

His fingers tighten, not too much but there's no mistake as he tugs Steve's hair so his chin tips up, exposing his neck and kissing his exposed skin down to his pulse point, sucking eagerly and letting his teeth brush over his skin teasingly. Steve's accelerated healing factor meant that even if there were any marks they were always healed before morning but Bucky still tried to be careful.

"All mine. and I'm yours doll, all yours, always have been, always will be," he mumbles, shoving Steve's pants all the way off before kicking his own off too. Being naked with Steve and tangled together was a type of intimacy that he missed the most when they were out on missions and in tents, it was too risky but not now, they had all night to spend together like this.

Steve opens his mouth to reply but Bucky’s lips silence him. The heat of the kiss mixed with the sentimentality of the words makes his heart throb. He moaned into his lips and wrapped his arms around him, digging his nails into his shoulders.

When Bucky broke the kiss, Steve tilted his head back and arched his back. “God, Bucky. You make me feel incredible.”

He dragged his dull nails down Bucky’s back as Bucky kissed his throat and stripped him down. Despite being fully naked now, he suddenly felt a few degrees hotter. He reached between them, wrapping his hands around both their cocks and pumping them together.

“God, Buck,” he said. “Take your time with me, honey. I can’t get enough of you, and we’ve got nowhere to be.” He wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. To feel Bucky with every inch of him, and to watch him slowly fall apart.

#//500 whooooo #steve and bucky #different paths #smutty #james buchanan barnes #steven-g-rogers

Bucky’s voice catches in his throat and a weak moan escapes him as Steve strokes their cocks together, feeling his own sliding against Steve’s was a whole different experience and he couldn’t get enough of it. He felt like he was irresistible when Steve said things like that, that he couldn’t get enough of this and how he wanted to spend all night like this.

He kisses him deeply again before letting his lips trail down Steve’s body, moving slow so he doesn’t have to pull away from his hand yet. He kisses down his neck to his chest, nipping once playfully before brushing his tongue over his nipple and sucking lightly. He can’t help but groan because the taste of Steve’s skin was intoxicating the same way beer used to be for him, he could never get enough once he got a taste. One hand slides down to cover Steve’s, guiding his hand to jerk then off together steadily

“See how much I need you Stevie? How hard I am? Fuck..can’t wait to feel you again, watch you fall apart for me, can’t wait to make you feel so fuckin’ good,” he breathe, kissing the middle of Steve’s chest before pressing his lips to his other nipple.

Bucky had learned better than to be nosy in Tony's lab lately, he got the feeling that Tony was working on a surprise and he refused to speculate on it because he didn't want to ruin it seeing how Tony was clearly working so hard on it. He keeps his eyes focused on Tony when he approaches, as if he didn't see the jewelry grinder and the conspicuous rag that's hiding...something.

"If it's up to me then I pick the black one," he says with a gentle smile, tugging Tony close to kiss him sweety. When he pulls back, he studies him for a moment because it wasn't hard to see that he was anxious, and it didn't seem to just be about his secret project.

"Sweetheart, if you're not ready for this we can postpone it, I don't mind if we have to delay going out there if we need to," he promises softly, lacing their fingers together and bringing Tony's hand up to kiss the back of it.

Tony smiled softly into Bucky’s lips, his hands smoothing down his chest. The kiss alone was enough to take the edge of his anxiety. It was still there, but he felt more confident about the day. He and Bucky were on the same page with this. It was still never wracking, but he wasn’t alone with this.

He pulled back and smiled up at him. “The Divo? She’s a nice one. We can take her for sure. I’ll even let you drive for some of it if you want.”

He pulled back and shook his head, going over to pick up his bag. “No, no. I want to do it. We’ve done so much stuff to get here. I want to show you the secret entrance to my bedroom. And the beach. The pool. I want to see you all wet and mostly naked.”

He approached him with the bag and kissed him again. “Can you take this down for me? I just have to pack some stuff up first. I’ll be like five minutes.”

#ironwinter rp #pick your battles #james buchanan barnes #tony and bucky #mr tony stark

“Mostly naked? And here I thought your preference was to have me completely naked when you have me all to yourself,” Bucky grins as he watches Tony get his bag, shouldering his own so that his hands were free, “I am excited for the secret doors and to explore the house with you. And we’ll get down the road together, no matter what it takes,” he promises gently just before Tony kisses him again.

He hums and takes the bag, stealing one last kiss, “of course I can doll, I’ll wait for you down in the garage. Take your time, I ain’t going anywhere,” he assures him before stepping back and taking the elevator down to the garage. He still wasn’t the most familiar with all the different car models but he knows where the divo is, they’d had some fun in it a week ago, hence his bias for it.

He tosses the duffle bags into the backseat and moves to lean back against the passenger door, pulling out his phone to text Steve and Sam that he was leaving for the weekend with Tony and that they’d be back in a few days.

“I’m always grateful for any chance to be with you but you’re right doll, it’s always better when we can take our time and appreciate each other,” Bucky murmurs, groaning softly as Steve’s tongue and lips teased his sensitive nipples. He can barely breathe before Steve’s lips are crashing against him, and he kisses him back. He presses up against him, forcing Steve to his back as he lays over his chest, his hands making quick work of his buckle and pants, so that he can shove his pants down.

“Please Stevie, I..I need you baby,” he breathes, his cock already hard and straining against his briefs, “need to feel you, c..can I be on top today? Wanna make love to you face to face, ain’t be able to for so long,” he whispers, knowing that they often take turns but tonight he wanted to make Steve his again, wanted to make him feel so good and watch him fall apart.

Steve smiles down at him, trailing a finger down the side of this throat. “Begging me so you can be on top? That’s a new one.” He leaned down and gently brushed his lips over Bucky’s almost teasingly so. “I should make you try and take it,” he whispered.

He kissed him again, deeper and slower this time. When he pulled back he smiled down at Bucky and smoothed his hand down his chest. “Alright, Bucky, you can be on top,” he teased. He put his hand on Bucky’s arm and clamped his legs around one of his thighs, then rolled, flipping them both with ease so Bucky was now on top of him.

He looked up at the man and ran his hands down into the back of his briefs, and he squeezed his ass, pulling him tighter to him. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. Every single part of me.”

#steve and bucky #different paths #smutty #steven g rogers

Bucky gasps as they're so quickly turned, bracing his hands on Steve's chest as they move to steady himself. He smirks down at him before leaning down to kiss him tenderly, rolling his hips down and groaning softly as the friction only teases him without giving him any proper relief.

"Can't help if I'm desperate for you Stevie, you make me want you just by smilin' at me like that," he murmurs, threading his fingers through Steve's hair as he kisses him like he needs him, the same way he needs air or water, drinking in the taste of him greedily.

His fingers tighten, not too much but there's no mistake as he tugs Steve's hair so his chin tips up, exposing his neck and kissing his exposed skin down to his pulse point, sucking eagerly and letting his teeth brush over his skin teasingly. Steve's accelerated healing factor meant that even if there were any marks they were always healed before morning but Bucky still tried to be careful.

"All mine. and I'm yours doll, all yours, always have been, always will be," he mumbles, shoving Steve's pants all the way off before kicking his own off too. Being naked with Steve and tangled together was a type of intimacy that he missed the most when they were out on missions and in tents, it was too risky but not now, they had all night to spend together like this.

That was definitely an unknown show to Bucky but given how fun it is to watch and honestly relatable because two rivals falling in love definitely reminded him of the way he and Tony fell for each other, they watch 5 episodes. Watch is a generous word, he doesn’t think they watch more than a few minutes per episode given how…distracted they get. Tony really was a perfect fucking cockwarmer and he can’t get over how much Tony seems to enjoy it too. Almost more than Bucky did really.

It takes a few weeks to plan and get ready for it but they decide to try and go out to his family home. They both needed to talk about it in therapy but by the time the weekend for the trip comes up, Bucky feels as ready as he’s going to be. He gets a bag packed for both him and Tony before tossing it over his shoulder and heading down to the lab

“Hey doll, you nearly ready to go? I got a bag packed with clothes and stuff for us, we can leave whenever you’re done for the day,” he calls as he walks into the lab, not seeing Tony but the music was blasting so he had to be here somewhere.

The sex with Bucky that had gone from the afternoon until the very start of the following day, had been phenomenal. By the time they went to bed, Tony passed out, completely high on endorphins and he’d slept through for ten hours. A personal record for him, and one that he’d definitely needed. For the next few days, Tony had been sure he could feel the imprint of Bucky on his insides and anytime he thought he felt it, it made him smile.

The next few weeks Tony was completely preoccupied with therapy, planning the trip home, and planning a proposal. He had some left over vibranium that he could use for a ring, and he hired a jewelry designer to design him something perfect. He also sourced the perfect precious stones to set into the band.

The proposal itself was a tricky one and he had a little trouble settling on the idea. He really did want it to be perfect.

Therapy was done alone and with Bucky so they could talk about all the issues that might come up when faced with the reality of being on that road that caused so much trauma. It was big and the major hurdle for going back.

When he was sure he could do it, he asked his caretaker to have the house cleaned and aired out, and the pantry and fridge stocked for their arrival.

On the day of their planned trip, Tony’s anxiety was really high, and after packing a bag, he took it down to the lab with him, hoping that working on the ring would help him focus and clear his head of the worries about what to come.

At the sound of Bucky’s voice, he jumped. Put down the grinder and quickly threw a rag on top of the ring to hide it.

He turned around quickly. “Nothing. I’m not doing anything…” he said, before he’d even processed what Bucky was saying. He gestured for FRIDAY to turn of the music and the room suddenly fell silent. “Oh,” he said, when he realized what Bucky said. “Yeah. I’m ready. I was thinking we could take one of the Bugatti? You want to pick which one?”

#ironwinter rp #pick your battles #mr tony stark

Bucky had learned better than to be nosy in Tony's lab lately, he got the feeling that Tony was working on a surprise and he refused to speculate on it because he didn't want to ruin it seeing how Tony was clearly working so hard on it. He keeps his eyes focused on Tony when he approaches, as if he didn't see the jewelry grinder and the conspicuous rag that's hiding...something.

"If it's up to me then I pick the black one," he says with a gentle smile, tugging Tony close to kiss him sweety. When he pulls back, he studies him for a moment because it wasn't hard to see that he was anxious, and it didn't seem to just be about his secret project.

"Sweetheart, if you're not ready for this we can postpone it, I don't mind if we have to delay going out there if we need to," he promises softly, lacing their fingers together and bringing Tony's hand up to kiss the back of it.

Bucky sits still for Tony while he opens the bandaid but starts to smile wickedly at his whispered words, “oh yeah? Already greedy for more?” He asks with a smirk, turning to watch Tony. His eyes rake over his form hungrily, barely letting him finish putting the final bandaids on before turning to him properly and pulling him into a languid kiss. His lips are lazy, happy to drink in the taste of him without rushing for more, his tongue twisting against his to chase it.

“I fill you up three time and you’re already begging for more,” he teases softly, pulling away from the kiss only to brush light kisses over his jaw to his neck, “lie down, be good for me and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you be my cock warmer for a while,” he purrs, pushing the blankets aside so that they could spoon together on the bed. He was already starting to stiffen, pressed against the back of Tony’s thigh, kissing his shoulder lightly, “put something on honey, you did say earlier you liked the idea of being used while we watched a movie”

Tony groaned into the kiss, immediately going limp and surrendering to it. He was so close to having just been in full subspace, that it took next to nothing to make him give up that fight and sink down into his full submissive state. He wrapped his arms around Bucky’s shoulders as they kissed, his hands pushing into his hair.

His skin is prickling when Bucky breaks the kiss and he rolls over as Bucky’s direction and pops his ass out. When he feels the way Bucky’s cock hardens on his leg, he groans and reaches behind him, palming his cock. “Mmm… you want it,” he says. “Imagine how easily you slide in with all those loads plugged up in me.”

He wriggles back against Bucky, so his ass rubs against Bucky’s crotch.

It’s hard to think of something to put on when he’s in this state. He had been thinking of putting on the Matrix for Bucky soon, he thought he’d like it, but it felt very wrong right now. He wanted something sexy, but his mind was going completely blank. Then he remembered a new show he’d been hearing about.

“FRIDAY,” he said. “Put on Heated Rivalry.”

#ironwinter rp #pick your battles #smutty #james buchanan barnes #mr tony stark

That was definitely an unknown show to Bucky but given how fun it is to watch and honestly relatable because two rivals falling in love definitely reminded him of the way he and Tony fell for each other, they watch 5 episodes. Watch is a generous word, he doesn’t think they watch more than a few minutes per episode given how…distracted they get. Tony really was a perfect fucking cockwarmer and he can’t get over how much Tony seems to enjoy it too. Almost more than Bucky did really.

It takes a few weeks to plan and get ready for it but they decide to try and go out to his family home. They both needed to talk about it in therapy but by the time the weekend for the trip comes up, Bucky feels as ready as he’s going to be. He gets a bag packed for both him and Tony before tossing it over his shoulder and heading down to the lab

“Hey doll, you nearly ready to go? I got a bag packed with clothes and stuff for us, we can leave whenever you’re done for the day,” he calls as he walks into the lab, not seeing Tony but the music was blasting so he had to be here somewhere.

Bucky's breath catches as Steve teases his nipples, his own hands faltering as they undid his buttons, "missed seeing all of you like this, touching all of you...we can never do this in our tent or when we're on patrol and manage to find a moment together," he mumbles, shoving his shirt from his shoulders and groaning softly as Steve kisses his bare chest. His hands find Steve's waist, guiding him to keep rocking down and his own hips press up, grinding against him eagerly, "Nah..nah if we had a wedding, I would want you in your greens, both of us, and you can save your uniform for after," Bucky smirks, arching his body up into Steve's mouth and threading a hand through his hair, melting just from the touch of his lips.

"The times we've gotten busy on patrol, or the first mission, seeing you fall apart while in that uniform? Sweetheart I can't tell you how many times I dreamed of you just like that, begging for me just like that," he breathes softly, tugging him up into a needy and desperate kiss.

Steve smiled as Bucky’s movement stuttered. He loved when he was able to do something that short circuited Bucky’s thoughts like that. It made him want to repeat the action, but he’d wait until they’d gotten more of their clothes off first. “Me too, Buck,” he said. “Never get the lights on or a door that locks. Don’t even have walls to muffle the sounds. There’s a thrill to trying not to be caught, but it’s better to be able to take our time and see each other.”

When their shirts were off, Steve’s hands went to Bucky’s belt and began to unfasten it. He took note of the way Bucky’s pulled at his waist and resumed his rocking motion, grinding his rapidly hardening cock down on him. He continued to press soft kisses to Bucky’s chest, groaning softly as Bucky’s fingers threaded into his hair and he moved his mouth to one of Bucky’s nipples, he swirled his tongue around it and then began to suck.

He hummed as Bucky spoke and when Bucky tugged on his hair to guide him up into a kiss, Steve nipped at his nipple and let it fall from his mouth with a pop. He then lunged toward him, their lips crashing together, and he began kissing him with a desperate hunger.

#steve and bucky #different paths #smutty #james buchanan barnes #steven-g-rogers

“I’m always grateful for any chance to be with you but you’re right doll, it’s always better when we can take our time and appreciate each other,” Bucky murmurs, groaning softly as Steve’s tongue and lips teased his sensitive nipples. He can barely breathe before Steve’s lips are crashing against him, and he kisses him back. He presses up against him, forcing Steve to his back as he lays over his chest, his hands making quick work of his buckle and pants, so that he can shove his pants down.

“Please Stevie, I..I need you baby,” he breathes, his cock already hard and straining against his briefs, “need to feel you, c..can I be on top today? Wanna make love to you face to face, ain’t be able to for so long,” he whispers, knowing that they often take turns but tonight he wanted to make Steve his again, wanted to make him feel so good and watch him fall apart.

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OPEN STARTER - STEVE ROGERS

One hand against the wall to steady himself, Steve slowly made his way down the hallway towards the living room. It had been one of the flasks Thor had left for him that had done it. While the super serum had sped up his metabolism to the point where he couldn’t get drunk, it was clearly no match for a full flask of Asgardian mead. Coming to the end of the hall, he came to a stop with a questionable sway.

"Wait, wait, wait - and listen - just listen to me for a moment - Thor's hammer is basically a fancy doorstop when he's not in battle...a really overextended doorstop. There. I said it. Someone had to."

Bucky stifles a laugh as he listens to Steve, crossing his arms and just standing beside him as he comes to a stop. He knows better than to try and guide the blond, letting him move at his own pace and just staying close in case he needed help because the way he was swaying was dangerous.

"I'm listening Stevie, really," He assures him with a faint smile, resting a hand on his shoulder, "I hear you, but I wouldn't let Thor hear you say things like that, you know how protective he is over Mjolnir," He warns before tugging him lightly, "C'mon, come sit down, I'm going to get you some water, alright?"

#alwaysxinxtrouble

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OPEN STARTER - 40′s BUCKY

It happened in the blink of an eye; one minute he was supposed to shipping out for London in the morning and walking down the street in his Class A uniform, checking yet another alleyway for Steve and whatever bully that was trying to beat him to a pulp, and the next the ground was ripped out from underneath him to be sent hurtling through a tunnel of bright colors melding around him. Just as suddenly, there was ground beneath his feet again, though it was far from the alleyway he had just been standing in.

Bucky stood on a platform in what looked to be a large hangar filled with odd looking vehicles and massive letter A on the wall. Releasing a shaky breath, he hesitantly walked down the stairs that led off the platform, silently praying that this was all some weird dream. But with how vibrantly aware he was and clear his thoughts were, he doubted it was. A quick lick of his lips when he reached the bottom step and he called out, almost fearing who might respond.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

Steve hadn't expected anyone to be down here in the hangar, he had come down here to try and get away from the meetings and the pretense. He just wanted to take some time for himself, he'd been trying to get back into drawing especially since he'd lost Bucky again. He had been keeping it together around everyone else, the stoic Captain, because he needed to, needed to make sure that Bucky had a proper send off and the farewell that he deserved so there was no time for him to start breaking down. And now when he was alone, he didn't cry or break down but just wanted to focus on drawing, sketching Bucky from memory as best he can.

So when he hears someone call out, he stands from behind the quinjet where he'd been sitting, flipping his notebook closed and looking around, "Hello?" he calls out, following the voice but coming to a dead halt after turning a corner and...finds Bucky? But it wasn't the Bucky he had just buried, it was...he looked like Bucky before the war, in his greens just like that last night he'd shipped out.

"Who are you?" he asks, his tone firm but trying not to be accusatory, it would be a lot of effort for someone to try and pretend to be Bucky but maybe this was someone who was lost? Although to even get down to the hangar you needed clearance so who the hell was this guy?

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Bucky whines when he pulls away, really whines, because god he loved kissing Steve. Loved the taste of his lips and the feel of his tongue on his, and when they were out in the tents or in the field, their stolen moments together were always so hurried that they barely got to kiss or do anything besides take what they needed and just try not to get caught. But finally being on leave meant a whole room. And as long as they weren't too loud, there wasn't anything that could interrupt them, especially after learning that the others knew about them, there was a freedom that came with just that small group knowing that he hadn't expected.

He looks up at Steve almost dazed, "Yeah? And what about you Stevie, you look so good in your greens, and your uniform? God..I love you in that uniform, makes me weak sometimes the way you take charge, seeing how..how good you are at leading and giving orders," he murmurs, laying back and his hands move to carefully start unbottoning Steve's shirt, just needing to get it off him.

"I would marry you in a potato sack if I could, you know? If it meant we could get married....I know its stupid, I mean it's never going to be legal but sometimes I dream about it. A house and a wedding where we can have our friends..it's a nice dream," he mumbles, looking up into Steve's gorgeous blue eyes with a faint smile, "even without a wedding, we'll be together Stevie, I promise, I ain't going anywhere, okay?"

Steve chuckles at the way Bucky whines and he pushes his hands up under his shirt a little higher, brushing his thumbs over the man’s nipples, not sure if he’s doing it as a way to appease him until they’re kissing again, or to tease him just that little bit more.

It does feel amazing to just take their time with each other. It was this kind of intimacy that Steve craved. Sex just seemed the most intense way to get it given their stolen moments together. But if it was a choice between hours of uninterrupted time to kiss and touch where they couldn’t have sex at all or hurried sex that had no time for foreplay or basking in the afterglow, he’d take the former every time. Best of all though, was this, where there was no choice to be made and they could both have as much as they wanted of each other.

“Yeah? You like the ol’ Red, White, and Blue, Buck?” he teased, rocking his hips down again. “I think it would make a wedding look a little cheesy if I wore that though.” He kissed him again, slowly but briefly, his tongue leading the way as it coaxed Bucky’s lips apart and brushed inside his mouth. “Maybe I’ll keep it on one day while I fuck you though. Not from behind. On your back so you can get an eyeful.”

He was half tempted to tear Bucky’s shirt open, but he knew Bucky would just end up getting in trouble for that, and it would come out of his pay, so he started carefully unbuttoning his shirt too.

“Maybe, when this war is over, we can settle in San Francisco. There’s a whole bunch of guys like us there. We wouldn’t be able to legally get married, but maybe we could do something. You know?” He pushed Bucky’s shirt open and began kissing his chest. “I think we deserve something.”

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Bucky's breath catches as Steve teases his nipples, his own hands faltering as they undid his buttons, "missed seeing all of you like this, touching all of you...we can never do this in our tent or when we're on patrol and manage to find a moment together," he mumbles, shoving his shirt from his shoulders and groaning softly as Steve kisses his bare chest. His hands find Steve's waist, guiding him to keep rocking down and his own hips press up, grinding against him eagerly, "Nah..nah if we had a wedding, I would want you in your greens, both of us, and you can save your uniform for after," Bucky smirks, arching his body up into Steve's mouth and threading a hand through his hair, melting just from the touch of his lips.

"The times we've gotten busy on patrol, or the first mission, seeing you fall apart while in that uniform? Sweetheart I can't tell you how many times I dreamed of you just like that, begging for me just like that," he breathes softly, tugging him up into a needy and desperate kiss.

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"Bucky…" Steve hated hearing it, hated how much of Bucky's life that he'd miss and just how terrible that experience had been. "I… I know you've been ready for it before. But everything is different now. At least, I'd like to think so."

He didn't know, he realized. Sure Bucky was free from Hydra, free from the mind control, but was it any better? Steve couldn't even begin to comprehend the demons that live in the brunet's mind, especially considering just how bad his own were. He couldn't begin to image what it was like to have to live with those demons haunting you. Perhaps Bucky was still prepared for the worst, still ready for the release.

Could Steve expect him not to when he hadn't been able to stop the reason for it in the first place?

"That's not something you should be worrying about anymore. You're safe here, and I'm not letting anything happen to you any time soon, Buck." He couldn't expect it, honestly, but he could offer. Could hope that he was providing an environment safe enough Bucky wasn't still enduring. Or at least that he could trust Steve to protect him from it if it came back.