OriginalBrooklynBoys

Steve Rogers and James "Bucky" Barnes. Multi-Muse RP Blog. Mun is 21+ Muse are 100+ (lol). minors DNI

[originalbrooklynboys]

Steve "Captain America" Rogers

First Avenger, small kid from Brooklyn, Bucky's best friend (and more) After returning the stones, and keeping my promise to dance with Peggy one time, I came back. I just couldn't leave Bucky on his own, after all thats happened. it didn't feel right. Feel free to ask me anything, or both Bucky and I. We are open books

James "Bucky" Barnes

I keep Steve out of trouble. Ex-Hydra Assassin. Just trying to recover from the torture of Hydra and make amends. Steve helps, we bond over the shock of how much the world has changed since we were kids. Ask me anything I guess. I have nothing to hide.

//Words from the mun!

//Hello! Please read rules before interacting, after you have done that then have at it! Please Specify who you'd like a reply from. Steve or Bucky. Or both! Also add (stucky) if you want them to be couple in the reply. All Starters will be tagged under #starter or #starters if you would like to jump into a thread right away. Send in asks for shorter interactions, and then if you would like to brainstorm then my DM’s are open, just give a quick hello and I'll ask you for your ideas and all that stuff. I'm looking forward to it!//

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[originalbrooklynboys]

Happy Birthday Steve!!!

Don’t forget to Fuck your local Steve Rogers 😜

[swarnim29]

[under0-0s]

All this for what?! For that man to be glorified?! Like a dismantled politician?!

[buckyismysafehaven]

[herotting-archive]

a shout out to canon divergent blogs .

[duplicitus]

some wips/sketches while I'm here

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky and Steve need to be railed.

That is all.

Happy scrolling.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Boo bitch. I love you.

I love you too

[originalbrooklynboys]

What's one thing you always wanted to tell each other but keep forgetting? (Either)

“Steve’s socks always smell.” Bucky huffed

“Bucky can never not ruin a nice shirt.” Steve retorted.



[omega-anthony-stark]

@originalbrooklynboys

It had taken a few months for Tony to repair the tower. He had hoped that the rest of the Avengers would move in, had custom designed suites for them, a communal area for everyone to gather in, but after another month, it became clear that they had no intention of doing so. The omega wasn’t…surprised, per se, but he would admit that he had gotten his hopes up, at least a little.

He had taken to wandering the communal area when he wasn’t working, fiddling with the appliances he had carefully picked, rethinking the paint colors, like it mattered. No one was coming, he knew that now. So when Jarvis announced that someone was in the lobby, requesting access to the Avengers floor, the omega was surprised.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky watched him, silent, almost stunned by how casually Tony said "with me" like it was nothing, like it was normal. No hesitation. No disgust. No fear.

The Alpha’s chest felt tight, a strange sort of ache curling up behind his ribs. He lowered his gaze, jaw clenching for a moment before he gave a short nod — stiff, almost mechanical.

"If that’s what you want," he said quietly, voice edged in something raw and unfamiliar. Orders were easier. Orders he understood. If Tony wanted him close... then that's what he would do.

Bucky stood fluidly, barely making a sound, and waited by the elevator, glancing back once at Tony like he needed to be sure. Still wanted? Still wanted.

"I’ll be fast," he muttered, ready to do what he was told — and maybe part of him wanted to hurry, wanted to get back to the Omega's side as quickly as he could.

[omega-anthony-stark]

Tony put the food away, pausing to thunk his head against the fridge, What am I doing? Why didn’t I just try and find Rogers? He straightened up, then padded back to the living room.

“Oh, let me…here, this way.” The omega beckoned him down the hall, “This mattress should do, until I can order something better.” He opened a door, showing the alpha the large suite, “It’s through here.”

[originalbrooklynboys]

The Alpha followed silently, heavy footsteps echoing faintly behind Tony, every inch of him coiled tight — not with threat, but with purpose.

When the omega paused and opened the door, gesturing into the suite, Bucky glanced inside. His gaze swept the space — high ceilings, thick rugs, soft lighting. Comfortable. Safe. Better than anything he remembered having.

He didn't step in.

Instead, Bucky looked back at Tony, unreadable for a moment, then finally spoke. His voice was quiet, level — that low, steady tone that made Tony always pause and listen.

“I don’t need the bed.”

A pause. Not defiance — just fact.

[omega-anthony-stark]

@originalbrooklynboys

It had taken a few months for Tony to repair the tower. He had hoped that the rest of the Avengers would move in, had custom designed suites for them, a communal area for everyone to gather in, but after another month, it became clear that they had no intention of doing so. The omega wasn’t…surprised, per se, but he would admit that he had gotten his hopes up, at least a little.

He had taken to wandering the communal area when he wasn’t working, fiddling with the appliances he had carefully picked, rethinking the paint colors, like it mattered. No one was coming, he knew that now. So when Jarvis announced that someone was in the lobby, requesting access to the Avengers floor, the omega was surprised.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky watched him, silent, almost stunned by how casually Tony said "with me" like it was nothing, like it was normal. No hesitation. No disgust. No fear.

The Alpha’s chest felt tight, a strange sort of ache curling up behind his ribs. He lowered his gaze, jaw clenching for a moment before he gave a short nod — stiff, almost mechanical.

"If that’s what you want," he said quietly, voice edged in something raw and unfamiliar. Orders were easier. Orders he understood. If Tony wanted him close... then that's what he would do.

Bucky stood fluidly, barely making a sound, and waited by the elevator, glancing back once at Tony like he needed to be sure. Still wanted? Still wanted.

"I’ll be fast," he muttered, ready to do what he was told — and maybe part of him wanted to hurry, wanted to get back to the Omega's side as quickly as he could.

[omega-anthony-stark]

@originalbrooklynboys

It had taken a few months for Tony to repair the tower. He had hoped that the rest of the Avengers would move in, had custom designed suites for them, a communal area for everyone to gather in, but after another month, it became clear that they had no intention of doing so. The omega wasn’t…surprised, per se, but he would admit that he had gotten his hopes up, at least a little.

He had taken to wandering the communal area when he wasn’t working, fiddling with the appliances he had carefully picked, rethinking the paint colors, like it mattered. No one was coming, he knew that now. So when Jarvis announced that someone was in the lobby, requesting access to the Avengers floor, the omega was surprised.

[omega-anthony-stark]

“But…Bucky, you need to sleep too, you can’t just sit…” Tony grimaced, trying to think how to handle this, “Okay, what if, what if I put another bed in my room, would you sleep in another bed?” He asked, watching the alpha carefully and trying to scent the air,

“You’d be safe, and you could sleep, right? So that should work?” The omega couldn’t stop himself from continuing, a desperate note slipping into his voice. Alphas needed rest and comfort, and Bucky deserved to sleep comfortably. If being in Tony’s room would make him feel safe enough to sleep, well…Tony would make that sacrifice.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky tilted his head slightly, observing Tony with a steady, unreadable expression. His voice, when it came, was quiet but firm. "I don't need to sleep," he said simply, as if it was a fact, not a choice.

He could see the worry etched into Tony's face, the way his scent shifted—sharp with distress, thick with exhaustion—and something tight twisted deep inside the alpha’s chest. Slowly, Bucky shook his head.

"My job is to stay awake," he added, more gently, almost like he was trying to soothe the omega without knowing how. "If you sleep, that's enough."

He paused for a moment, then, in a voice just a little rougher, like it scraped up from somewhere deep and unpracticed, Bucky added, "I’ll stay close. Won't leave."

[omega-anthony-stark]

The omega’s distress only grew at his words, “But…but Bucky!” He exclaimed, “You need to sleep!” Tony insisted, scooting to the edge of the couch to try and make his point.

“Everyone needs to sleep. It’s, okay, so maybe I’m not the one to lecture someone about sleeping, but I’m serious, it’s like the main thing I get lectured about. You have to sleep!”

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky blinked up at him slowly, blank for a moment, still stuck half in Winter mode, but the urgency in Tony’s voice tugged at something buried deep inside. Something instinctual.

He tilted his head, studying the omega’s flushed, worried face, the way Tony leaned closer like he was trying to physically pull Bucky toward rest with nothing but willpower.

"...Don’t need much," Bucky said quietly, voice rough around the edges. "Used to going without. Doesn’t matter."

Still, his fingers twitched slightly where they rested on his thigh, an almost restless movement, like he didn’t know what to do with the concern being handed to him so freely. He shifted, almost unconsciously edging a little closer to the couch, to Tony, before he caught himself and went still again.

"You don't... gotta worry about me," Bucky muttered, eyes flicking away like he couldn't hold Tony’s gaze anymore. But there was something almost uncertain in the way he said it, like part of him wasn't sure why Tony was worrying at all.

[omega-anthony-stark]

@originalbrooklynboys

It had taken a few months for Tony to repair the tower. He had hoped that the rest of the Avengers would move in, had custom designed suites for them, a communal area for everyone to gather in, but after another month, it became clear that they had no intention of doing so. The omega wasn’t…surprised, per se, but he would admit that he had gotten his hopes up, at least a little.

He had taken to wandering the communal area when he wasn’t working, fiddling with the appliances he had carefully picked, rethinking the paint colors, like it mattered. No one was coming, he knew that now. So when Jarvis announced that someone was in the lobby, requesting access to the Avengers floor, the omega was surprised.

[omega-anthony-stark]

“But…Bucky, you need to sleep too, you can’t just sit…” Tony grimaced, trying to think how to handle this, “Okay, what if, what if I put another bed in my room, would you sleep in another bed?” He asked, watching the alpha carefully and trying to scent the air,

“You’d be safe, and you could sleep, right? So that should work?” The omega couldn’t stop himself from continuing, a desperate note slipping into his voice. Alphas needed rest and comfort, and Bucky deserved to sleep comfortably. If being in Tony’s room would make him feel safe enough to sleep, well…Tony would make that sacrifice.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky tilted his head slightly, observing Tony with a steady, unreadable expression. His voice, when it came, was quiet but firm. "I don't need to sleep," he said simply, as if it was a fact, not a choice.

He could see the worry etched into Tony's face, the way his scent shifted—sharp with distress, thick with exhaustion—and something tight twisted deep inside the alpha’s chest. Slowly, Bucky shook his head.

"My job is to stay awake," he added, more gently, almost like he was trying to soothe the omega without knowing how. "If you sleep, that's enough."

He paused for a moment, then, in a voice just a little rougher, like it scraped up from somewhere deep and unpracticed, Bucky added, "I’ll stay close. Won't leave."

[omega-anthony-stark]

@originalbrooklynboys

It had taken a few months for Tony to repair the tower. He had hoped that the rest of the Avengers would move in, had custom designed suites for them, a communal area for everyone to gather in, but after another month, it became clear that they had no intention of doing so. The omega wasn’t…surprised, per se, but he would admit that he had gotten his hopes up, at least a little.

He had taken to wandering the communal area when he wasn’t working, fiddling with the appliances he had carefully picked, rethinking the paint colors, like it mattered. No one was coming, he knew that now. So when Jarvis announced that someone was in the lobby, requesting access to the Avengers floor, the omega was surprised.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky huffed a soft laugh, the kind that curled at the edges like smoke—half amusement, half disbelief.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, the endearment roughened by the scrape of something deeper in his chest. “You think you’re the damaged one here?”

He leaned back a little, metal arm stretching over the back of the couch, eyes still fixed on Tony like he was the most fascinating thing he’d seen in decades. Maybe he was.

“You’ve got ten contracts? A glowing chest? Some scars?”

He tilted his head, grin twitching at one corner.

“I spent seventy years being unmade and remade like I was a weapon, not a person. I don’t remember all the things I’ve done, but I know they weren’t pretty. I’ve got red on my hands that doesn’t come off, even when I wash.”

A beat. His tone gentled, not pitying, just honest.

“So if you think I’m sittin’ here looking at you like you’re too broken for me... maybe you’ve got it backwards.”

He looked at Tony again, softer now, more certain.

“I don’t want ‘less damaged.’ I want real. And you?” He nodded toward the reactor, the tired eyes, the guarded posture still somehow brave enough to stay.

“You’re real, Tony.”

[omega-anthony-stark]

Tony stared at him, his hand frozen against the arc reactor, “You’re not the only one with blood on his hands.” He swallowed, “The weapons I built…the things I did, before Afghanistan…” he shook his head, “What’s happening? Why are we talking like we’re…like we’re, what, courting? I don’t know.”

He pushed to his feet, unable to stay still any longer, dropping his makeshift plate on the coffee table again, pacing around the living room, running his fingers through his hair. “This doesn’t make any sense! You came here for Rogers, not me, you don’t-!”

He was so confused, overwhelmed by Bucky’s scent that seemed to follow his steps, fill his nose, and settle onto his skin like it belonged there, mixing with his own, burrowing into his scent glands.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky’s jaw tightened as he watched Tony move, a cold knot pulling tight in his chest.

Too much. You said too much.

The easy softness bled out of him in an instant, leaving only the rigid, silent discipline of the Soldier behind. His expression shuttered, eyes going blank and distant, like steel doors slamming closed.

He stood carefully, movements smooth and mechanical, stepping back to give Tony more space, to retreat without making it look like one.

Silent. Watchful.

The Soldier didn’t speak unless ordered to. Didn’t burden. Didn’t push.

He let Tony pace, scent dulled down to almost nothing, hands loosely at his sides, waiting for whatever came next — orders, dismissal, rejection.

[omega-anthony-stark]

It took the omega a few minutes to calm himself down enough to see what had happened, and he froze in place, a few steps from Bucky, his hands clenching and opening rhythmically as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation.

“Hey,” He finally managed to breathe out a word, “It’s okay, I’m sorry.” He moved slowly to sit back on the couch, “You can come eat, I’ll eat too, okay?” He forced himself to pick up his plate and fork, “I didn’t mean to flip out.” He grimaced at the words, keeping his gaze lowered, but watching Bucky from the corner of his eye.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky stayed frozen for a long moment, still as stone, eyes blank and distant like he was somewhere far from Tony’s living room. Somewhere colder. Sharper.

But the sound of Tony’s voice — quiet, careful — reached him. Pulled at the edges of that fog.

Bucky’s fingers twitched slightly where they rested against his thigh, the only sign of life.

Slowly, mechanically, he moved — standing with stiff, deliberate motions, not out of anger, but out of habit. Programmed precision.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say without making it worse.

Instead, he crossed the room with heavy, soundless steps and lowered himself onto the floor at Tony’s feet, silent and guarded, like he was awaiting orders.

He didn’t reach for the food.

Didn’t reach for Tony.

Just sat there.

Waiting.

Trying not to break anything else.

[omega-anthony-stark]

Tony jerked, staring down at him, “Bucky?” He blinked, “Why are you sitting on the floor?” He asked a little shakily, fiddling with his fork, “You gotta eat, I ordered all this food for you.” He pushed the containers closer to the alpha, “Please?”

He picked through his own food, eating small bites of pasta and meat, hoping maybe that would allow the alpha to finally start eating some food.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky flinched slightly at the sound of his name, eyes flickering up to Tony before immediately dropping back down. Orders. He understood orders. The omega had ordered food — had told him to eat. He had been slow to obey. That was a mistake

Wordlessly, he picked up one of the containers Tony had pushed closer, fork clutched tightly in his hand, and started eating in small, efficient bites like a soldier following instructions. No hesitation. No thought. Just obedience.

He didn’t look at Tony again, didn’t risk it. The omega’s voice had sounded tight, like he was upset. Like Bucky had already done something wrong without meaning to. His instincts screamed at him to correct it, to comply so the mission — whatever it was — wouldn’t be jeopardized.

The food was good. Warm. Meant to be shared. But the Soldier didn't taste it. He just ate, silent and cold, like it was another part of his duty. Like Tony had asked it, and that meant it was law.

[omega-anthony-stark]

“Oh.” Tony was startled by the almost brutal efficiency. He set his empty plate aside, “Uh, good job?” He attempted, unsure how to handle the situation, how the Alpha was acting. “When you’re finished, I can show you a couple of the guest rooms and you can pick which one you’d like to stay in.”

He folded his legs under his body on the couch, chewing his lip, it was like some switch had been flipped in the Alpha, and he didn’t know how to flip it back.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky lifted his head slightly at Tony’s voice, blinking slow like he was waking up from something.

The praise — even awkward and uncertain — made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t name.

"Don’t need a guest room," he said quietly, voice low and rough. His eyes tracked Tony’s movements, but he stayed where he was, grounded by the omega’s presence.

"I stay close. Safer that way." He could be outside Tony’s room.

It was automatic, instinctive — protect the asset, protect the omega.

But beneath that cold programming, something warmer flickered in his chest when he looked at Tony.

Something his.

He hesitated, then added, softer, almost unsure,

"Unless you want me gone. I can track Steve down on my own to get out of your hair.”

[omega-anthony-stark]

“What? No, look, what does that even mean?” Tony leaned forward, running a hand through his hair, and he crossed his arms awkwardly.

“You want to sleep in my room? Is that what you’re saying? Because I have like…whole guest suites with their own bathrooms and-you could have a whole…” The omega didn’t understand,

“It’s safe here. Jarvis makes sure of it. You can have a room, a suite, I promise you’ll be safe.”

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky remained seated on the floor, his posture rigid, eyes fixed ahead. The alpha's voice was low, almost mechanical. "I don't need a room," he stated. "Wherever you are, that's where I stay. I won't sleep in the room with you. i'll stay outside."

He didn't elaborate, didn't meet Tony's gaze. To him, it wasn't about comfort or preference—it was protocol. The omega's presence dictated his position. If Tony was in the living room, Bucky would be nearby. If Tony moved to the lab, Bucky would follow. It was simple.

[omega-anthony-stark]

@originalbrooklynboys

It had taken a few months for Tony to repair the tower. He had hoped that the rest of the Avengers would move in, had custom designed suites for them, a communal area for everyone to gather in, but after another month, it became clear that they had no intention of doing so. The omega wasn’t…surprised, per se, but he would admit that he had gotten his hopes up, at least a little.

He had taken to wandering the communal area when he wasn’t working, fiddling with the appliances he had carefully picked, rethinking the paint colors, like it mattered. No one was coming, he knew that now. So when Jarvis announced that someone was in the lobby, requesting access to the Avengers floor, the omega was surprised.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky huffed a soft laugh, the kind that curled at the edges like smoke—half amusement, half disbelief.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, the endearment roughened by the scrape of something deeper in his chest. “You think you’re the damaged one here?”

He leaned back a little, metal arm stretching over the back of the couch, eyes still fixed on Tony like he was the most fascinating thing he’d seen in decades. Maybe he was.

“You’ve got ten contracts? A glowing chest? Some scars?”

He tilted his head, grin twitching at one corner.

“I spent seventy years being unmade and remade like I was a weapon, not a person. I don’t remember all the things I’ve done, but I know they weren’t pretty. I’ve got red on my hands that doesn’t come off, even when I wash.”

A beat. His tone gentled, not pitying, just honest.

“So if you think I’m sittin’ here looking at you like you’re too broken for me... maybe you’ve got it backwards.”

He looked at Tony again, softer now, more certain.

“I don’t want ‘less damaged.’ I want real. And you?” He nodded toward the reactor, the tired eyes, the guarded posture still somehow brave enough to stay.

“You’re real, Tony.”

[omega-anthony-stark]

Tony stared at him, his hand frozen against the arc reactor, “You’re not the only one with blood on his hands.” He swallowed, “The weapons I built…the things I did, before Afghanistan…” he shook his head, “What’s happening? Why are we talking like we’re…like we’re, what, courting? I don’t know.”

He pushed to his feet, unable to stay still any longer, dropping his makeshift plate on the coffee table again, pacing around the living room, running his fingers through his hair. “This doesn’t make any sense! You came here for Rogers, not me, you don’t-!”

He was so confused, overwhelmed by Bucky’s scent that seemed to follow his steps, fill his nose, and settle onto his skin like it belonged there, mixing with his own, burrowing into his scent glands.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky’s jaw tightened as he watched Tony move, a cold knot pulling tight in his chest.

Too much. You said too much.

The easy softness bled out of him in an instant, leaving only the rigid, silent discipline of the Soldier behind. His expression shuttered, eyes going blank and distant, like steel doors slamming closed.

He stood carefully, movements smooth and mechanical, stepping back to give Tony more space, to retreat without making it look like one.

Silent. Watchful.

The Soldier didn’t speak unless ordered to. Didn’t burden. Didn’t push.

He let Tony pace, scent dulled down to almost nothing, hands loosely at his sides, waiting for whatever came next — orders, dismissal, rejection.

[omega-anthony-stark]

It took the omega a few minutes to calm himself down enough to see what had happened, and he froze in place, a few steps from Bucky, his hands clenching and opening rhythmically as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation.

“Hey,” He finally managed to breathe out a word, “It’s okay, I’m sorry.” He moved slowly to sit back on the couch, “You can come eat, I’ll eat too, okay?” He forced himself to pick up his plate and fork, “I didn’t mean to flip out.” He grimaced at the words, keeping his gaze lowered, but watching Bucky from the corner of his eye.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky stayed frozen for a long moment, still as stone, eyes blank and distant like he was somewhere far from Tony’s living room. Somewhere colder. Sharper.

But the sound of Tony’s voice — quiet, careful — reached him. Pulled at the edges of that fog.

Bucky’s fingers twitched slightly where they rested against his thigh, the only sign of life.

Slowly, mechanically, he moved — standing with stiff, deliberate motions, not out of anger, but out of habit. Programmed precision.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say without making it worse.

Instead, he crossed the room with heavy, soundless steps and lowered himself onto the floor at Tony’s feet, silent and guarded, like he was awaiting orders.

He didn’t reach for the food.

Didn’t reach for Tony.

Just sat there.

Waiting.

Trying not to break anything else.

[omega-anthony-stark]

Tony jerked, staring down at him, “Bucky?” He blinked, “Why are you sitting on the floor?” He asked a little shakily, fiddling with his fork, “You gotta eat, I ordered all this food for you.” He pushed the containers closer to the alpha, “Please?”

He picked through his own food, eating small bites of pasta and meat, hoping maybe that would allow the alpha to finally start eating some food.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky flinched slightly at the sound of his name, eyes flickering up to Tony before immediately dropping back down. Orders. He understood orders. The omega had ordered food — had told him to eat. He had been slow to obey. That was a mistake

Wordlessly, he picked up one of the containers Tony had pushed closer, fork clutched tightly in his hand, and started eating in small, efficient bites like a soldier following instructions. No hesitation. No thought. Just obedience.

He didn’t look at Tony again, didn’t risk it. The omega’s voice had sounded tight, like he was upset. Like Bucky had already done something wrong without meaning to. His instincts screamed at him to correct it, to comply so the mission — whatever it was — wouldn’t be jeopardized.

The food was good. Warm. Meant to be shared. But the Soldier didn't taste it. He just ate, silent and cold, like it was another part of his duty. Like Tony had asked it, and that meant it was law.

[omega-anthony-stark]

“Oh.” Tony was startled by the almost brutal efficiency. He set his empty plate aside, “Uh, good job?” He attempted, unsure how to handle the situation, how the Alpha was acting. “When you’re finished, I can show you a couple of the guest rooms and you can pick which one you’d like to stay in.”

He folded his legs under his body on the couch, chewing his lip, it was like some switch had been flipped in the Alpha, and he didn’t know how to flip it back.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky lifted his head slightly at Tony’s voice, blinking slow like he was waking up from something.

The praise — even awkward and uncertain — made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t name.

"Don’t need a guest room," he said quietly, voice low and rough. His eyes tracked Tony’s movements, but he stayed where he was, grounded by the omega’s presence.

"I stay close. Safer that way." He could be outside Tony’s room.

It was automatic, instinctive — protect the asset, protect the omega.

But beneath that cold programming, something warmer flickered in his chest when he looked at Tony.

Something his.

He hesitated, then added, softer, almost unsure,

"Unless you want me gone. I can track Steve down on my own to get out of your hair.”

[omega-anthony-stark]

@originalbrooklynboys

It had taken a few months for Tony to repair the tower. He had hoped that the rest of the Avengers would move in, had custom designed suites for them, a communal area for everyone to gather in, but after another month, it became clear that they had no intention of doing so. The omega wasn’t…surprised, per se, but he would admit that he had gotten his hopes up, at least a little.

He had taken to wandering the communal area when he wasn’t working, fiddling with the appliances he had carefully picked, rethinking the paint colors, like it mattered. No one was coming, he knew that now. So when Jarvis announced that someone was in the lobby, requesting access to the Avengers floor, the omega was surprised.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky huffed a soft laugh, the kind that curled at the edges like smoke—half amusement, half disbelief.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, the endearment roughened by the scrape of something deeper in his chest. “You think you’re the damaged one here?”

He leaned back a little, metal arm stretching over the back of the couch, eyes still fixed on Tony like he was the most fascinating thing he’d seen in decades. Maybe he was.

“You’ve got ten contracts? A glowing chest? Some scars?”

He tilted his head, grin twitching at one corner.

“I spent seventy years being unmade and remade like I was a weapon, not a person. I don’t remember all the things I’ve done, but I know they weren’t pretty. I’ve got red on my hands that doesn’t come off, even when I wash.”

A beat. His tone gentled, not pitying, just honest.

“So if you think I’m sittin’ here looking at you like you’re too broken for me... maybe you’ve got it backwards.”

He looked at Tony again, softer now, more certain.

“I don’t want ‘less damaged.’ I want real. And you?” He nodded toward the reactor, the tired eyes, the guarded posture still somehow brave enough to stay.

“You’re real, Tony.”

[omega-anthony-stark]

Tony stared at him, his hand frozen against the arc reactor, “You’re not the only one with blood on his hands.” He swallowed, “The weapons I built…the things I did, before Afghanistan…” he shook his head, “What’s happening? Why are we talking like we’re…like we’re, what, courting? I don’t know.”

He pushed to his feet, unable to stay still any longer, dropping his makeshift plate on the coffee table again, pacing around the living room, running his fingers through his hair. “This doesn’t make any sense! You came here for Rogers, not me, you don’t-!”

He was so confused, overwhelmed by Bucky’s scent that seemed to follow his steps, fill his nose, and settle onto his skin like it belonged there, mixing with his own, burrowing into his scent glands.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky’s jaw tightened as he watched Tony move, a cold knot pulling tight in his chest.

Too much. You said too much.

The easy softness bled out of him in an instant, leaving only the rigid, silent discipline of the Soldier behind. His expression shuttered, eyes going blank and distant, like steel doors slamming closed.

He stood carefully, movements smooth and mechanical, stepping back to give Tony more space, to retreat without making it look like one.

Silent. Watchful.

The Soldier didn’t speak unless ordered to. Didn’t burden. Didn’t push.

He let Tony pace, scent dulled down to almost nothing, hands loosely at his sides, waiting for whatever came next — orders, dismissal, rejection.

[omega-anthony-stark]

It took the omega a few minutes to calm himself down enough to see what had happened, and he froze in place, a few steps from Bucky, his hands clenching and opening rhythmically as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation.

“Hey,” He finally managed to breathe out a word, “It’s okay, I’m sorry.” He moved slowly to sit back on the couch, “You can come eat, I’ll eat too, okay?” He forced himself to pick up his plate and fork, “I didn’t mean to flip out.” He grimaced at the words, keeping his gaze lowered, but watching Bucky from the corner of his eye.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky stayed frozen for a long moment, still as stone, eyes blank and distant like he was somewhere far from Tony’s living room. Somewhere colder. Sharper.

But the sound of Tony’s voice — quiet, careful — reached him. Pulled at the edges of that fog.

Bucky’s fingers twitched slightly where they rested against his thigh, the only sign of life.

Slowly, mechanically, he moved — standing with stiff, deliberate motions, not out of anger, but out of habit. Programmed precision.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say without making it worse.

Instead, he crossed the room with heavy, soundless steps and lowered himself onto the floor at Tony’s feet, silent and guarded, like he was awaiting orders.

He didn’t reach for the food.

Didn’t reach for Tony.

Just sat there.

Waiting.

Trying not to break anything else.

[omega-anthony-stark]

Tony jerked, staring down at him, “Bucky?” He blinked, “Why are you sitting on the floor?” He asked a little shakily, fiddling with his fork, “You gotta eat, I ordered all this food for you.” He pushed the containers closer to the alpha, “Please?”

He picked through his own food, eating small bites of pasta and meat, hoping maybe that would allow the alpha to finally start eating some food.

[originalbrooklynboys]

Bucky flinched slightly at the sound of his name, eyes flickering up to Tony before immediately dropping back down. Orders. He understood orders. The omega had ordered food — had told him to eat. He had been slow to obey. That was a mistake

Wordlessly, he picked up one of the containers Tony had pushed closer, fork clutched tightly in his hand, and started eating in small, efficient bites like a soldier following instructions. No hesitation. No thought. Just obedience.

He didn’t look at Tony again, didn’t risk it. The omega’s voice had sounded tight, like he was upset. Like Bucky had already done something wrong without meaning to. His instincts screamed at him to correct it, to comply so the mission — whatever it was — wouldn’t be jeopardized.

The food was good. Warm. Meant to be shared. But the Soldier didn't taste it. He just ate, silent and cold, like it was another part of his duty. Like Tony had asked it, and that meant it was law.