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Dec 6, 2021

tangle of lives, lies and limbs [Bucky x Sam x Steve]

title: tangle of lives, lies and limbs -> AO3 Link pairing: AllCaps- Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson x Steve Rogers rating: ❗explicit, no minors pls tags: light angst, hurt/comfort, threesome, roommates to lovers, bottom Steve, top Bucky, top Sam, oral/anal sex, no refractory period, threesome summary: the simplest solution, really, is for everyone to be Captain America author's notes: I was inspired by some GORGEOUS art, and highly recommend everyone check out:

@thefuzzyaya - O Captain! My Captain! (srsly died at the man bun 😍) @shamserg - Captain America Corps

for @buckybarnesbingo - C1: Captain America/Steve Rogers for @samstevebingo2022: Roommates AU for @winterfalconevents (Bingo): Face-Fucking

“Steve, man, do you even know how to block a punch anymore?” Bucky tuts over Sam’s shoulder while the other man is inspecting the blossoming bruise on Steve’s cheek.

“Of course I do, jerk,” Steve mumbles. He’s still in his suit, sweltering, and it’s uncomfortable. “Can I go now?”

“Go where?” Sam snaps. “To your bedroom? Where I will break your door down and still continue to harass you about your dumb ass taking care of yourself?”

“What he said,” Bucky points at Sam.

“I don’t give the two of you grief when you come back from your missions.”

“That’s ‘cause we know how to block a punch,” Bucky retorts and Sam fistbumps him.

“I need new partners,” Steve decides.

---

The thing is, Captain America is just a symbol. It took way too long for him to realize that as long as a Captain America existed, it didn’t have to be him. Not all the time, anyway.

=== SIX MONTHS EARLIER ===

“This is a terrible idea,” Sam whispers, watching in horror as Bucky slips on the Captain America suit. Luckily for him, he and Steve are more or less the same size, but his hair sticking out from under the cowl makes it very evident it’s not Steve Rogers.

“Look, Steve’s down for the count,” Bucky reasons, tucking in loose strands of hair, making a haphazard mess of it. When said blonde snorts in his sleep, they both look over at the couch, where he’d collapsed a few moments before, frozen until his body has settled again. “He’s running himself ragged out there and the fuckin’ drop is gonna happen in an hour. You wanna wake him up?”

Sam looks at the man, snoring away. Steve only snores that loudly if he’s exhausted. Sam does not want to agree with Bucky, but he kinda does.

“You’re right, Steve should stop killing himself out there.”

“Thank -”

“That’s no excuse for you to do it too, idiot.”

“I’m not out there every day and every night,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Look, if Steve can do it, so can I, alright? In a less inspiring way that involves fewer speeches and more stealth.”

“Just - promise you’ll be careful,” Sam sighs softly before helping Bucky with his stupidly luscious hair. Bucky’s already made up his mind, and Sam would have more luck moving mountains than this man. Lord knows what he did in his past life to be stuck with the two most stubborn people on the entire planet.

“I will,” Bucky agrees before slipping out of their loft. Using the fireplace, because of course. Sam rolls his eyes. Steve doesn’t stir, and Sam hopes he stays that way, so he doesn’t have to explain why his best friend and his suit are missing.

Sam watches Steve’s face, relaxed for the first time in what seems like forever, the lines in his beautiful face softened out.

Sam just sighs to himself in the quiet room, and prays Bucky comes home safe.

=== FIVE MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Jesus Christ, Buck,” Sam hisses as Bucky rolls in through the window. He’s clutching his right arm at an awkward angle, hence the rolling.

“Yeah, yeah, just peek outside and see if I was followed.” Sam dutifully does so and gives Bucky the sign that the coast is clear.

“Dislocated?” He nods at Bucky’s shoulder, where the man is still trying to shift it into place.

“Think so, wouldja lend me a hand?”

And so, this is apparently Sam’s life now, patching up both of his best friends with one none the wiser. He grimaces as Bucky hisses as the bone pops back into place and he does a few test rolls.

“Assholes,” Bucky mutters. “Steve still out?”

“Like a lamp,” Sam confirms.

“Good. I’m gonna wash this thing, Lord knows he doesn’t.”

Sam would be lying if he said that the suit wasn’t made for Bucky just as much as it was made for Steve.

Bucky may or may not catch him staring.

=== FOUR MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Steve? Steve!” Bucky wakes up instantly to Sam’s cry and darts out into the shared common space.

“What happened?”

Sam’s staring down at his phone and then up at Bucky before looking back to his phone. Bucky’s hair is mussed from sleep and had rushed out here so fast he hadn’t put on a shirt or pants but Sam’s not about to get distracted by all that right now.

“Mission went south in Boston, I think - I heard gunshots in the back but Steve - Bucky, where are you going!”

“Boston!” He calls over his shoulder, his heart racing. Steve’s in his uniform which means Bucky falls back on what he knows best. The tactical gear fits him like a glove, familiar in all the best and worst ways, the all-black a chilling, haunting emptiness that he knows to strike fear in people. Good.

“Sam, I hate to ask this of you but -” He cuts himself off when he sees that Sam’s also geared up.

“Let’s go get our idiot,” Sam finishes for him, making for the window to step onto the fire escape. Neither of them are exactly fans of the method, but it’s effective. The first time they’d done this, Sam’s arms had nearly given out from pure exhaustion, before he switched to resting on a building rooftop here and there. They’d tried a few variations - the bridle carry being Bucky’s least favourite - until they’d finally found the best compromise. As long as Bucky kept his position right, Sam could piggyback him, and it left one of Bucky’s hands free to wield a gun, if he chose to (which he almost always did).

With Sam’s phone in hand, he leans into Sam to guide him and Sam - he follows without hesitation. It becomes very obvious where Steve is when they see a burst of colour in the distance.

“Is that warehouse… on fire?” Sam hears Bucky ask, and just grunts in affirmation as he heads towards the glow of yellow and orange in the night. Half the building is rubble by the time they get close enough and Bucky jumps off Sam’s back without a second thought, jarring Sam before he can straighten out.

“No goddamn patience,” he mutters, hearing Bucky’s landing and frantic footsteps. He does a scan of the area, and when there’s no noticeable trace of Steve, he surveys the damage, and gets on the comms to the local police. They’ve been made aware, of course, but they ask if he’ll hang around for a bit, just so the people feel safe.

“Steve!” Sam hears in the distance. His heart pounds as he thinks about the worst case scenario.

“You fucking idiot!” Bucky’s yelling at Steve becomes louder. Sam breathes again, because Bucky may sound angry as shit, but the undertone of thank god, you’re alive is very much present. He knows this tone well, considering Bucky uses it every other day. Steve also knows this tone well, because he sheepishly cowers under Bucky’s furious gaze before letting himself be hugged. If he didn’t have the serum, Sam’s sure he would hear all of Steve’s ribs crack.

He gives a Steve much gentler hug after Bucky calls him a moron one last time.

“You should fly Steve home,” Bucky tells Sam.

“Uh, and what are you gonna do?”

“Run.”

“Buck, do not be ridiculous.”

“I’m fast -”

“I know that, but it’s still over 200 miles, let’s just catch a train or something.”

“Captain America is not going to take a train. Just - get him home, Sam. Patch him up. Please.”

“Um, I’m feeling -”

“SHUT UP!” They both interrupt Steve, and turn to point angry, accusatory fingers. He promptly closes his mouth.

The headlines the next day read CAPTAIN AMERICA BLOWS UP WAREHOUSE IN DRUG RAID.

“What! There weren’t any drugs involved!” Steve cries indignantly. Bucky throws an apple at him from across the table, hard enough that it rips the stupid paper in half. Sam winces in sympathy as he watches the apple hit Steve right in the chest, where the footprint-shaped bruise had just begun fading.

=== FOUR MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Sam -”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“It involves you in Steve’s suit, so the answer is no.”

“It’s HYDRA,” Bucky swallows thickly. “They’re sending him in thinking it’s just a dumb second grade lab, they - he doesn’t have any backup.”

“And neither will you, or did you forget that part?” Sam stares at him incredulously. Bucky stays quiet but Sam’s eyes widen when he sees what he’s about to do. “Bucky, no.”

“Yes,” he responds, eyes steely, as he deletes the email from Steve’s inbox. Bucky’s face shifts into something darker, and Sam has a choice to make. He could tell Steve, which could potentially blow up not just his relationship with Bucky, but also Steve’s. Bucky doesn’t take betrayal too lightly these days and if Steve so much as suggests that Bucky sit this one out… Well.

He doesn’t have that long to think about it because Bucky sets off that very night, while Steve is making a surprise visit to the children’s hospital downtown. Sam only knows because he had purposely been listening for Bucky’s door to open and close. He takes a deep breath and straps his wings firmly on his back.

---

Bucky doesn’t need a whole lot of help, if Sam’s being honest. Not with taking out the base. He was right, of course, it wasn’t just some lab and there was definitely something in the base worth protecting. What Sam does need to be there for, is to bring Bucky back to himself. He doesn’t actually take Steve’s suit this time. The chilling air of confidence in each stride of his black and bloodied combat boots is all too familiar to Sam, the memories causing him to grimace. He knows why Bucky chose to put the muzzle on himself, why Bucky chose to bring the guns that he did.

If it weren’t for the liveliness in his eyes, as feral and rage-filled as it was, Sam could very easily have mistaken him for the Soldier.

In Bucky’s hand is a crunch of metal and wires, like a black box.

“What is that?” Sam asks cautiously as Bucky’s hand still trembles.

“Hydra’s been... Developing something that was close enough to the chair, but a smaller, portable option. They could wipe whoever they wanted at any given time, they just had to test it first.”

The thought of Steve’s mind being scrambled, the thought of HYDRA continuing to take things from him, had made Bucky snap - literally. He crumples every bit of technology in the lab he can lay his hands on, breaks at least one limb of each and every single hostile in his way. It’s a miracle Bucky hadn’t accidentally (or purposely, really), killed someone. The base is empty, broken, and filled with desperate pleas of life and mercy.

Sam had simply followed the trail of broken bodies Bucky left behind, gathering whatever he can salvage as evidence, and finally meets Bucky at the other end of the bunker. He’d cleared the whole thing in his battle frenzy without even realizing it, and Sam watches as Bucky blinks, breathing deeply before looking skyward. There’s something devastating in the way Bucky doesn't speak, and doesn’t take the mask off.

“Let’s get you home,” Sam soothes, his arm around Bucky’s tense shoulders. It’s hard to tell in the darkness and the curtain of wavy chestnut hair, but he’s pretty sure Bucky’s crying. He guides Bucky away from the carnage, where they can breathe in air that doesn’t smell of copper and death. Sam’s sent a beacon out already. Someone from SHIELD will clean it up, and they’ll know it wasn’t Steve here.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispers. “You with me, Buck? C’mon.” The breathing is ragged in his ear, and the shuttering - god, it’s killing Sam.

“Hey, look at me,” Sam tries again. “We’ll keep crushing these cockroaches, time and time again. No matter how hard they try to come back. HYDRA will never hurt you again, you hear me?” Bucky, still unable to form words, just shakes his head - Sam doesn’t know at which part.

“Words, Buck,” Sam encourages. “I need you to tell me you’re here with me. What do you need, sweetheart?”

A half-sob comes out of Bucky’s mouth.

“Just take me home. Please.” Sam is more than happy to do so.

---

Steve’s still not home. Sam’s surprised, and isn’t sure if he should be impressed with how long Steve stays at the hospital or how quickly Bucky can clear an entire bunker by himself. Both, perhaps.

Bucky doesn’t speak the entire way home, his arms wound around Sam’s neck. When they enter their loft, he wordlessly heads straight for his bedroom, and Sam groans inwardly about the bloody footprints he leaves behind.

First thing’s first: he draws a bath for Bucky, warm but not hot, and goes to Bucky’s room to find the brunette sitting on the edge of his bed, head cradled in his hands. Sam kneels in front of him, gently prying Bucky’s arms down. There’s ash and grime on his face, save for the streaks of clean skin where the tears had run down.

“M’gonna take this off now, okay?” Sam’s voice is soft, it always is for Bucky. Rewarded, Bucky stays still when Sam unbuckles the mask, revealing flushed cheeks and a hard scowl.

“Let’s get you in the bath.” It’s not an order or a command, Bucky hates that shit and he knows that Sam knows it. His beautiful, loving Sam. Sam, who is waiting with his open hands for Bucky to make the decision.

He reeks of blood, can still hear the sounds of their screams and… He can still remember feeling glad about it. It makes him feel sick.

He gives a noncommittal hum, which Sam takes that to mean, and he unceremoniously strips his clothes, all the way to his briefs, and throws the entire pile into his bin. The tub’s filled a good portion, and he catches his face in the mirror - the bottom half without a mark while the top half was still grey and soot-covered.

He steps out of his briefs, and steps into the water. He sometimes forgets that it’s not meant to be icy and biting. The warmth spreads as he promptly climbs in and sits down. He’s exhausted enough that he slumps against the tub, head resting back as his muscles appreciate the temperature of the bath.

Meanwhile, Sam cleans any trace that they were involved in anything. He’s rummaging through the fridge for a snack for himself, and something for Bucky, when he hears his name being called out softly.

It’s the first word he’s said in hours. Sam surveys the room, deems it clean enough and goes back to the bathroom. The door’s still open a crack, there’s no real steam in the room anymore but Bucky sits there with a half-gone stare at the water around his knees. The ends of his tresses are damp from where they had dipped into the neck-high water.

“Sorry.” Bucky’s voice is small and apologetic

“It’s alright, Buck,” Sam concedes. They could always talk about it tomorrow, when Bucky could look present and not like he was galaxies away.

“It’s not, but thanks,” Bucky mumbles, thunking his head down on the ledge of the tub.

Sam brushes a few strands back, massaging Bucky’s scalp. He sits like that with Bucky’s half-wet hair and tub of lukewarm water until Bucky looks up at him. This time, the dark clouds in his eyes have cleared, much to Sam’s relief.

“Hey.”

Bucky lets his eyes close, a sign of trust and comfort, and lays his head on Sam’s lap. Sam doesn’t even complain that his pants are getting wet. When his starts to ache and the water is cooled, Bucky’s ready to actually shower off and Sam goes to finish his half-assed sandwich. He considers that Bucky must be starving, but in his near-catatonic state, would need something effortless. The combination of things he gathers could be considered questionable, but hey, he’s going for practicality.

Bucky comes out in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips.

“Hungry?” Sam already knows the answer, offering his plate, and watches as Bucky looks between Sam and the door leading to his bedroom. “Can take it to go,” he suggests with a small shrug.

“Thanks,” Bucky mutters, taking the plate and shuffling to his room. He pauses and turns to look at Sam. “You busy?”

The underlying question is clear.

“For you? Never,” Sam jokes easily, even though it’s not really a joke at all. “Be there in a sec.” He gives Bucky a few minutes to put on some clothes before padding into the room. Bucky’s already lounging on the bed on top of the comforter. The TV is playing something that Bucky’s clearly not paying attention to considering his eyes are closed.

“Hey, c’mon, eat up,” Sam encourages as he slips onto the bed beside him. Bucky groans but dutifully pops a grape into his mouth. They’ve been around each other long enough that the silence doesn’t weigh as heavily as it used to, but Sam is intuitive, and he cares for Bucky. A lot.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I wanted to kill them, Sam.” Bucky’s confession comes out steady but quietly. “I can’t even blame it on the Winter Soldier, it was all me.”

“Being back at Hydra couldn’t have been easy, I’m sure it brought up a lot of memories for you.”

Bucky shakes his head sadly. “Wasn’t memories. When I saw what they made… I just thought, what if they hadn’t been stopped? Who would they have gone after?”

“We would never let them even get near you, Buck, you know that -”

“I know,” Bucky interrupts. “I wasn’t actually all that worried about me - I couldn’t help but think: what if they’d gone after Steve? Or you? Hydra just keeps taking and taking, and I don’t know much more I can lose.”

Sam gently moves the plate off the bed to the nightstand before pulling Bucky in closer. “They’re not gonna take anything else away from you. Never again.”

Bucky just stays in Sam’s embrace, muscles slowly relaxing as Sam rubs comforting circles in between his stiff shoulders.

“Hey, Sammy?” His words are kind of slurred against Sam’s collarbone.

“Hmm?”

“Stay?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

And that’s how Steve finds them when he gets home, tangled in each other’s arms on top the blanket.

=== THREE MONTHS EARLIER ===

Surprisingly, it takes people a while to catch on - including Steve.

“Have you lost your mind!?”

“Nope, actually just got it back,” Bucky replies deadpanned. Both Steve and Sam turn to point at him furiously.

“Not funny!” They shout in unison. Bucky thinks it’s kinda funny, so he shrugs.

“Buck, what were you thinking-”

“He wasn’t,” Sam interjects (un)helpfully. Bucky sees he’s on his own on this one.

“I was thinkin’ that you were killin’ yourself and I was tired of watching it happen. What’s the big deal with me helping you every once in a while?”

“You did it behind my back, that’s what the big deal is! And HYDRA? Bucky, of all things! HYDRA?! How long has this been going on for?”

Bucky shrugs and Sam sighs before he tells Steve. “Three months.”

“Three - three months?” Steve’s voice goes uncharacteristically high. He looks at Bucky in disbelief before he turns to Sam. “And you knew?”

“Let the record show that I was heavily opposed to the idea at first,” Sam defends himself, hands in the air. “But Bucky did have a point.”

“He did try to stop me,” Bucky backs Sam up. “And I didn’t give a shit.”

“That he did not.”

“Guys,” Steve breathes deeply. “I appreciate the thought however, I am -”

“Not fine,” Sam and Bucky finish for him.

“I’m fine,” Steve protests, predictably.

“So what, you can be the hero, but I can’t?” Bucky jabs. “What’s the difference Steve? If I’ve been doing this for the past three months and you weren’t any wiser, then why is a big deal now? Nothing’s changed.”

“You don’t understand,” Steve begins to say. “Captain America is a target. A big one. People are always going to be after me.”

“Definitely never had anyone try to kill me before,” Bucky says flatly, blinking at Steve like he was an idiot.

“You know what I mean. And stop trying to make it about you.”

Sam can spot the exact moment that Bucky’s gasket blows and he closes his eyes, knowing what’s about to come.

“About me?” Bucky’s eyes widen in disbelief. “ABOUT ME? This isn’t about me and never has been! You think I want to be a superhero in the spotlight? That sound right to you? I’m starting to think maybe you just don’t want anyone putting the suit on. ‘Cause being Captain America is so important to you, that it can only be you and has to always be you.”

“Being Captain America is what helps me give people hope! It’s because I stand for what’s right, because I stand up for the little guys. So yeah, Buck, it’s important to me.”

“And you’re important to us,” Bucky counters. “But doesn’t seem like that matters, does it?” He turns to storm off into his own bedroom, figuring it’d be better to quarantine himself than, say, smash the kitchen counter into pieces with his fist. But he can’t let it go, he can’t forget the words that Steve had used to slice right through him.

“And what the fuck’s that supposed to mean, anyway? You saying I don’t fight for what’s right? That I don’t stand up for the little guys? Are you fucking serious right now?” Bucky makes it to his room without hearing a peep from the two of them. It makes him feel marginally better when he slams the door and feels the floor shake from the impact.

Steve and Sam awkwardly stand in the kitchen until Bucky’s music starts blaring from inside his room. It’s his way of saying ‘go ahead assholes, talk all you want’ since the doors don’t do anything to block his enhanced hearing.

“Steve -”

“Don’t say it,” the other man mumbles. He runs a hand through his hair, tries to dial back his frustration about the whole situation and flops on the couch.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asks him, looking defeated. It’s not what Sam signed up for, but he tries his best to explain their point of view.

“Because then you would’ve told him to stop, and we probably would’ve had this confrontation three months ago and still end up here in the same position. You want Bucky to stop, he wants you to stop. I don’t really see how either of you is going to come out of this without making a compromise.”

“I just… don’t want him to carry the burden too. Bucky’s done fighting, he said it himself. And now he’s back in because - because what? I couldn’t handle it? That’s bullshit, Sam. It was my decision to put on the suit, and my decision to take up this mantle. I won’t have him trying to protect me or clean up after me like when we were kids.”

“Why didn’t you say that to him?” Sam asks gently.

“Because then he would say, and I quote, ‘I’m not protecting you or cleaning up after you, I’m jus’ trying to help a little’ and I don’t wanna hear it again.”

“First off, great Bucky impression. Nailed it. Secondly, just give yourselves time to cool it, and maybe try to work it out. But you should hear him out. And I think there was a lot he didn’t say too, but maybe you need to hear it.”

“You’re always so good with him, ever since…”

“It’s easier for us, Steve,” Sam reminds him gently. “I don’t have the history you do with him, and he probably feels the same way about us sometimes.”

Steve gives a dry laugh before saying, “you know we used to fight all the time. Bickering, that’s all. He’d get mad that I didn’t finish my food or take my medicine like I was supposed to, I’d get mad at him for getting into scuffles and comin’ home with bloody knuckles. It took a while, but eventually I realized it was just over us worrying about each other.”

“Sounds like nothing’s really changed,” Sam bumps his shoulder against Steve’s.

“Yeah, guess not,” Steve admits quietly. He exhales loudly, his shoulders dropping some of their tension. “Sometimes I think you were sent to me to keep me from falling apart.”

He kisses Sam soft and slow, grateful for the feeling of warmth and comfort. “Come lay with me for a bit?”

“You’ll talk to him tomorrow?” Sam asks when they part.

“Yeah, I will. I’ll make it right.”

“Good,” Sam responds, capturing Steve’s lips again. He lets Steve relax under his touch before they get up to go to Steve’s room.

When Sam finally settles in for bed, Bucky must hear something on the other side of the wall.

The music does dial down a bit, though Bucky still has it playing to try and drown out his own thoughts.

---

Being Captain America is what helps me give people hope! It’s because I stand for what’s right, because I stand up for the little guys.

He can’t deny it, it hurt for Steve to say that. Saying it implied that Steve didn’t think he could do it - hold up Captain America’s ideals. That he just wasn’t Captain America material. Bucky thought about the first time he’d seen Steve as Captain America - in Azzano.

I thought you were smaller. He’d been shocked at Steve’s transformation. It hadn’t sat well with him at the time because he knew it hadn’t been natural, whatever it is that they did to him. Steve was perfect before, and Bucky didn’t understand why Steve would ever need to be - to look - different. But Steve had always wanted to fight the good fight. The countless failed attempts to join the war probably only fueled Steve further until one day he was given his miracle solution. After that, Bucky had done his best to be happy for his friend. Even with his doubts of this serum, seeing Steve be confident in himself in this new light - that was something he’d never seen. So he’d kept his mouth shut.

He’d always supported Steve, never wavered on that, not even for a moment… when he was in control. Hell, even some part of the Winter Soldier caught onto that fact.

Stop making it about you. Being Captain America is what helps me give people hope.

Bucky tries to close his eyes and go to sleep - he’ll talk with Steve tomorrow.

---

When Sam wakes the next morning, Bucky’s music still plays softly from his room. He wonders briefly if Bucky had even slept, given the soldier’s terrible track record. It doesn’t help that Bucky has a tendency to overthink.

Sam: Are you awake in there?

The message stays on ‘Delivered’ but not read, so Sam lets him be. He had been wondering whether or not the other two had spoken last night after everything but from the way Steve’s shoulders are bunched as he slaps around at his cereal, Sam guesses no.

“Morning,” he says tentatively.

“Hey,” Steve replies, head still hung low.

“Sleep okay?” He asks, even though the exhaustion is written clearly on his face.

“Not really,” the other man admits. “I just - I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I know that you don’t like getting in the middle.”

They can’t do anything except try to get on with their day, so when Steve’s head snaps up to look in the direction of Bucky’s door some time later, Sam discreetly slides off the barstool with his oatmeal.

And because he’s a nosy fucker, he leaves his door open a crack to make sure there would be a peaceful resolution. He catches snippets of their conversation, and from the low murmuring and hushed whispers, it was safe to say that there would be no bloodshed or broken friendships. Only when he hears the distinct sound of a moan and a breathy begging to be taken to bed does he close his door.

=== TWO MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Can you believe Steve’s actually locked his suit up,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Like I wanna do his stupid dirtywork.”

“Maybe it’s better this way, Buck,” Sam shrugs beside him, scrolling through Netflix. “You guys only just talked this out, why do you wanna get back to it so bad?” Bucky’s silently picking at a thread in one of their cushions.

“Iunno, Sam, I liked the way you were lookin’ at me when I had the suit on though,” Bucky teases with a wicked grin.

“Maybe we can convince Shield to make you your own suit,” Sam jokes. “And they just cut off right here.” He traces his finger across the top of one of Bucky’s thighs.

“Funny,” Bucky deadpands before moving to lay on top of Sam.

“Might distract the bad guys though?”

“What if it distracts you instead?” Bucky nips up the side of Sam’s neck.

“I never said it wouldn’t,” he replies, sighing happily when Bucky picks him up to take him to bed.

=== ONE MONTH EARLIER ===

“Let me get this straight,” Fury looks between the three of them. “You… You all want to be Captain America?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve answers proudly.

Fury looks between Sam and Bucky standing next to him.

“With all due respect, Shield is running Steve ragged. He won’t say no, and we know the work is important, so unless there’s another solution, we’ve agreed to step in to assist where we can,” Sam confirms.

Bucky stays silent as Fury takes their proposal in mind.

“And how, exactly, do we keep that contained? First it’s three Captain Americas, then why not more?”

“Tell them you’ve filled your quota,” Bucky snarks and Sam looks down to his shoes to hide his grin.

“Sir, I think it’s a smart move. I…” Steve squirms uncomfortably as the other two stare at him. “I haven’t always been the best at asking for help. But the Avengers are busy and we’re rebuilding. I could use their help, and I respect their decision to remain private. I can stay the face of Captain America and they’ll…”

“Provide support when needed,” Sam fills in, the same time Bucky says “help from the shadows”.

Fury looks like he’s a second from having an aneurysm, but he’s smart enough to pick his battles.

“I’ll think about it.”

Steve decides that he’s busy, while Fury thinks about it. Two weeks later, two brand new suits are delivered, one with darker sleeves and more blue, the other with more white on the chest and shoulders.

To Sam’s disappointment, Bucky’s suit does not cut off mid-thigh.

=== PRESENT DAY ===

They can tell when it gets really bad, when Fury gives up on all protocol and orders all three of them into the field and they’re a perfect blur of dancing on the field and in the air, the shield tossing between all three like it were just a mere game of frisbee.

The unexplainable rush of adrenaline and serotonin carries them through the battle - and right into the bedroom.

“So good, Stevie,” Bucky breathes hotly into Steve’s ear as he works out the zipper on Steve’s suit. “So good, shoulda seen yourself.”

Steve shivers as his suit comes undone, and Sam’s hands reach around him from behind to peel the suit down the rest of the way.

“Mmmm, he’s right. Always such a hero,” Sam plants kisses down his neck while Steve leans his head back to give Sam more room.

“Heroes deserve to be rewarded,” Bucky continues. Steve is already starting to lose his words as Sam’s slide down to his ass, and Bucky’s pulling his nipples between sharp teeth.

His hands remember their job as they unbuckle the harness across Bucky’s chest. He moans at the loss of Bucky’s hands on him, when they reach behind Steve to undo Sam’s belt.

Steve loves the rush of tangled limbs and tongues sliding across sweat-slicked skin like this. He loves when Sam kisses all the way down the knobs of his spine and the way Bucky licks into his mouth.

When he comes home, he is free. He’s free to close his eyes and melt into their arms, where the outside world doesn’t exist.

“Mmf,” he groans as Bucky sucks on his tongue before finally taking Steve out of his briefs, slipping the last article of clothing off. Steve clambers at the neckline of Bucky’s suit, but loses coordination when Bucky lifts him up by the back of his thighs.

He can hear Sam’s soft muttering about super soldiers before Bucky sits on the bed, lapful of a very needy Steve. Sam re-enters the fray behind Steve, letting his body push Steve further onto Bucky, who’s only half out of his suit. Sam evidently stripped himself because every part of them touching is warm with Sam’s touch.

Steve’s hands trail down Bucky’s abs as he hungrily kisses Bucky, who’s eagerly reciprocating. Sam leans over, plastering Steve to Bucky, as he reaches in the nightstand drawer for lube.

“Mm, you gonna get him ready for us?” Bucky directs his question over Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course,” Sam snorts before his hands reach under Steve to tug at the remainder of Bucky’s clothes. “First, let’s get you out of these”

“Ya damn angel,” Bucky says happily, lifting his hips for Sam, and grinding against Steve’s cock in the process. “Stevie, you ready?”

“Unnnnnnng,” is the reply Steve gives when Bucky’s bare cock brushes against his.

“I think that’s a yes,” Sam teases, popping the lid of the lube open. “I’m gonna get you nice and ready for our cocks.”

Bucky is content to lean back against the headboard as Sam straightens Steve out so they’re back-to-chest, and Bucky rubs encouraging circles into Steve’s hips as Sam opens him up. Bucky loves the way Steve flushes so perfectly, pink all the way past his neck to the top of his chest, the thick coarse hair across his pecs and tapering towards his thinner waist.

Steve’s hole is always eager for the first finger, and it takes almost no effort. Sam knows how impatient Steve is, and he also knows by now the pace he needs to keep despite Steve’s insistence to “keep going”. He slips the second finger in with relative ease, enjoying Steve’s rocking motions to fuck himself on Sam’s fingers. As a reward, he bites marks all along Steve’s shoulder and neck, each one drawing a gasp from the blonde.

Bucky spits in his hand and takes both their cocks so that Steve’s rocking motions rub against his hardening length. Sam moves up to three fingers, drawing a moan from Steve and Bucky licks his lips in anticipation.

“Come on, Sammy, before I die of old age please,” Bucky begs.

He picks up the pace as Sam continues to scissor his fingers inside Steve. Sam watches in fascination as Steve’s hole greedily sucks in the fourth finger too, the resistance growing stronger now. This time, Sam has to take his fingers out to work the lube in before returning his whole hand to Steve.

“Fuck, what a sight,” Sam groans happily. Taking both his hands now, he hooks two fingers around Steve’s rim and pulls to see the deep red fluttering cavern, hungry for cock.

“Fuck him good, Sammy,” Bucky orders. “I wanna see you fuck him so hard his tits bounce.”

Steve whines, and Sam lines himself with Steve’s entrance, pushing in slowly.

“You feel like a dream, baby,” Sam coos, hands on Steve’s hips to steady the super soldier as he rocks in and out slowly, pulling all sorts of noises from Steve.

“You both look like a damn dream too,” Bucky adds, eyes dilated and devouring the sight of them.

“M - More, p - please” Steve pants between the sharp thrust of Sam’s cock pushing the air out of his lungs.

“Hang on,” Sam chides, sliding out of Steve and shuffling them further up Bucky’s body. Sam reaches for Bucky’s cock and jerks as best he can at his angle.

“Oh, fuck, angel,” Bucky moans, fingers digging into Steve’s thighs bracketing his torso. Sam is a man on a mission as he expertly runs his thumb along Bucky’s slit, causing him to jerk.

“Come on, gimme one right now, it’ll drive Steve mad,” Sam teases and Bucky closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of Sam’s slick, quick hand. Steve is doing his best to get the attention back on himself, lifting his ass and rubbing back on Sam’s hand and Bucky’s cock like a cat in heat.

“Yeah, yeah, keep going, Sammy,” Bucky breathes. “Faster.”

Sam obeys immediately, reveling in how needy both soldiers are. He loves the difference in their hunger, where Steve wants any touch, anywhere, soft at first and Bucky -

Bucky wants to come hard enough the first time that he’s practically boneless so he doesn’t take out his feral need to fuck out on them, and while Steve might be able to handle it, Sam very much cannot. So, he jerks Bucky to the point where his forearm almost aches and is rewarded with Bucky’s hips snapping up, almost bucking Steve off of him. A spurt of jizz hits Steve’s balls before splattering across Sam’s hand and Bucky’s legs tremble as Sam keeps working his oversensitive cock.

“Come on, that ain’t it, I know that ain’t it,” Sam urges, squeezing and grinning as Bucky just continues to come all over Sam’s hand. “Fuck, that’s never gonna stop being hot.”

“Sam,” Steve begs hoarsely, ass in the air.

“Yeah, baby, I got you,” Sam consoles, taking himself in hand and pushing himself back into Steve, Bucky’s spunk smeared across both of them.

“There we go, takin’ me so good, hm?” Sam goes as deep as he can, Steve’s ass flushed against his pelvis. Instead of a response, Steve groans and pants against Bucky’s mouth between their hurried kisses, all teeth and tongue. Bucky’s got a harsh grip on Steve’s short blonde strands on one hand, the other clasped around Steve’s wrists that are behind his back.

“Fuck, yes,” Sam exhales, his own hand coming to join Bucky’s, pinning Steve to the brunette underneath. Incredibly turned on by the heated make out session beneath him, Sam skips the build up and starts to fuck Steve in earnest. He wants to come to the sound of Steve’s moans Bucky keeps drawing out and the raspy whispers of “so good for us Stevie, so good” that fall from Bucky’s lips.

“M’close,” Sam breathes, heart racing. Bucky gets that wicked look in his eyes and makes eye contact with Sam before turning to Steve.

“Come on, Sam, it’s my turn,” he insisted with a smirk. “Can’t you find somewhere else to stick your dick in.” For added emphasis, he smacks Steve’s ass, hard enough it jiggles around Sam’s dick.

Sam likes the way Bucky thinks, so he brings himself right to the edge before pulling up abruptly, grasping the base of his cock in hopes of keeping himself contained.

Steve, despite his enhanced stamina, relies mostly on Bucky to get rolled over on his back. Hastily, Bucky pulls Sam in for a bruising kiss before yanking Steve by the ankles in the middle of the bed how he wants. Sam’s not surprised that Bucky’s still hard despite being the first to get off and looks down to see Steve’s baby blue eyes swallowed up by the black blow-out pupils. Steve’s lips are red and swollen from Bucky. Sam knows exactly what Bucky was setting them up for and god, does he want.

Bucky settles in between Steve’s legs, hauling those thick thighs upward. He revels in the firm muscle he gets to dig his fingers into, especially when he pushes into Steve like he’s been dying to do since they came home. Steve groans so loudly, the bed just about vibrates, and it drives Bucky all the way home. Sam watches a wince flash across Steve’s face before it’s back to his lax, blissful state.

Sam swings his leg over Steve’s head to straddle the blonde’s face and watches as Steve eagerly opens his mouth, allowing Sam to slot his cock in perfectly inside. He pins Steve’s arms beneath his shins, and gasps as the wet heat envelops him down to the hilt. At the same time, he hears Bucky’s grunting and feels the vibrations from Steve’s groans shoot all the way up to the base of his dick.

“Go on then,” Sam taps Steve’s cheek, and watches in awe as Steve starts to suck his cock like it was all he was made to do. In his fervor, Steve chokes and pulls back, but not before swirling his tongue around Sam’s shaft. Sam is content to let Steve try to bob his head along, giving the smallest thrusts just to keep him right on the edge. When he comes close to coming, he grabs Steve’s face in his hands to slow the movements, keeping his cock in the delicious heat of Steve’s mouth.

Steve takes short breaths through his nose, his hair a messy halo around his wide-eyed face, red from exerting himself.

“You think he was a good enough boy to deserve to come?” Bucky asks from behind Sam, enjoying the view in front of him.

“I think he’s been very good,” Sam decides.

“Lucky you,” Bucky says to Steve this time, and while Sam can’t see it, he can hear the way Bucky jerks Steve off, furiously and slicked with Steve’s own precome. Steve’s been so pent up that his jaw clicks with an effort to keep from biting down on Sam. Riled up, again, Sam begins to bear down on Steve’s mouth, driving his cock in as far as it’ll go. Then, Sam feels a hot splash on his back like a tramp stamp.

Steve whimpers, the sound muffled by Sam’s throbbing cock, as Bucky returns to pounding into him mercilessly. The force of Bucky’s pistoning is enough to lure Sam closer and closer, but he just wants to bask in this feeling, even if his legs ache and he’s sure that Steve’s lost all feeling in his arms from being pinned. Too bad for him, Bucky has other plans.

“Jeez, what’re you holding out for,” Bucky drawls with a hint of that Brooklyn accent he knows Sam goes nuts for. Sam feels the cool metal push him forward, causing him to steady himself on his hands.

“Stevie, be a good boy and spread Sammy open for me, wouldya?”

Steve’s hands are big and rough, sliding up Sam’s toned thighs to grab a handful of ass in each. It’s Sam’s turn to shudder from the anticipation.

He feels Steve’s cooling spunk run down his back, between his asscheeks where Steve’s pried them apart, immediately followed by Bucky’s hot breath.

“Bu - hng!” Sam nearly swallows his tongue when Bucky’s stubble scrapes against his sensitive skin to lap at his whole, cleaning Steve’s mess at the same time. He jerks, his dick popping out of Steve’s mouth, bouncing heavily.

Sam has no idea what contortionist bullshit Bucky has to pull in order to keep fucking into Steve while assaulting his ass with such a talented tongue, but his willpower is no match. He grips his cock just in time to direct it at Steve’s mouth, open to pant harshly while he gets railed.

“Open up,” Sam demands, brimming with lust. It’s not like Steve has any choice, really, he’s just doing his best to gasp in air greedily.

“Yes, yes,” Steve begs, eyes bright and shining as Sam finally lets himself burst, ropes of come splattering across Steve’s face and into his hair. His muscles burn as he shifts, Steve’s arms coming loose, limply stroking Sam’s sweat-slicked skin.

“C’monbuck,” Steve slurs in his near-delirium. He can’t do much with his arms except clutch the sheets beneath him, his cock heavy with interest again.

Sam would help, really, except he’s wiped and honestly, he’s just enjoying the show. He loves when Bucky’s hair gets wild like this, in a fight or in the bedroom. Bucky’s flush isn’t as obvious as Steve’s with his tanner skin, but it still travels down his toned chest and Sam loves the deeper blue of Bucky’s eyes, dark with mischief and lust, laser-focused on his objective.

His hand is in a loose fist around Steve’s cock while he continues his harsh pace before his voice drops an octave.

“Come again, Stevie. Fucking gimme all of it.” He quickens his pace on Steve’s cock, fist tightening, and Steve's legs shoot up, tired of cramping and tensing from the strain.

Steve’s always been a sucker for following Bucky’s instructions, he comes almost instantly all over Bucky’s hand, a miniature flood runs down Bucky’s knuckles.

If Sam were a super soldier, he’d be ready to come again just watching as Bucky, as feral as he is, licks the back of his hand lewdly and buries himself to the hilt, a long drawn-out groan coming from his throat as he no doubt spills endlessly into Steve.

The three of them are undoubtedly a mess, boneless and happy, sprawled across the bed in a tangle of limbs. Bucky shuffles in behind Steve, making Sam pull the blonde closer to him to make space, and somehow they all fit like it was meant to be.

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