show me, don’t tell me - deleted scene #01
So, this is an outtake/deleted/re-written scene from the story Show Me, Don’t Tell Me
I changed the plot around so this was cut. For context here, Avery is already dating Bucky (and Bucky is dating Steve) but her and Steve haven’t really had that conversation yet.
Content warning: a lead up to some smut, but no smut.
----- “So, you and I had a discussion..”
Bucky nodded.
“Then you and Steve had a conversation about it?”
Bucky nodded again.
Her eyes darted to Steve. “But you and I also kind of talked about this.”
Steve’s face blushed slightly as Bucky swatted him in the chest, smirking.
Avery let out a frustrated groan and headed towards the door.
“Avery, you don’t have to-
She cut Bucky off and opened the door, looking over her shoulder as she paused. “I will be right back.”
Bucky shook his head and leaned back into the couch, turning to look at Steve. “What did you say?”
“I feel like she’s more irritated by something you said,” Steve defended himself.
“Oh, fuck off.” Bucky nudged him in the arm. “All I said was maybe we could, like all three of us, you know, have sex.”
Steve stifled his smile, reaching to the bowl of pretzels on the coffee table and grabbing a few. “Oh, I know. That night she slept over a few weeks ago, after her apartment thing, she made a comment to me.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” Bucky shifted on the couch. “Considering I even showed you a video about what I wanted to do.”
“Buck, c’mon,” Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m still on the outside here. We’ve hardly discussed how the three of us could potentially date, let alone if diving into a threesome is a good idea.”
Bucky bit his lip. “I think it would be really good, s’all I’m saying.”
Soon enough they heard Avery’s feet scurrying back up the hallway. She cursed, loudly, when she tried the door and it was locked. Bucky let out a laugh and got up off the couch to open it for her. She bounded in, still in sock feet, with a bottle of amber coloured liquid tucked under her arm and what appeared to be mismatched shot glasses in her hand.
“Avery,” Bucky started, watching as she plunked the items down on the island of his kitchen.
“We’re having this conversation right now.” She lined the glasses up in front of her, popping the cork off her old bottle of rum and filling all three to the rim.
“You know that doesn’t have any effect on either of us, right?” Steve jumped in as he walked over to them.
“I don’t care. I need to take the edge off and this is a team effort. Solidarity.” She handed one to Steve and the other to Bucky, gripping the third between her fingers and thumb. She was trying not to shake.
“And you know no one is having sex if you’re drunk, doll,” Bucky said, his tone somewhere between playful and concerned. Her energy was exciting - he liked when she was excited. But she was clearly toeing the line between enthusiasm and worry.
“Please,” she said with an eye roll, lifting up her glass and motioning for them to do the same. “I’m not that much of a lightweight, Buck.”
The boys followed her lead as she tipped the glass into her mouth, wincing for a brief moment as it ran down her throat. She immediately went to the bottle again but Bucky’s metal hand landed on top of hers as she did. “Take it easy, Ave.”
She let out a sigh and nodded. “Okay. Fine.” She looked between the two of them. They were equally delectable to her in that moment and her brain was racing a mile a minute. “You two sit.” She pointed to the couch.
“Yes, ma’am,” Steve said with a raised eyebrow, glancing over at Bucky. They shared a playful smirk and collapsed down onto the couch. Bucky leaned back on one end, hands propped up behind his head. His legs stretched out over Steve’s lap who occupied the other end.
“I want to lay all of this out on the table.” Avery started, standing a few feet away from the couch, facing them both. “But I’m going to say most of this with my eyes closed because I don’t think I’ll be able to handle making eye contact with either of you right now.”
Bucky did his best to contain his laughter but just nodded. He didn’t want to laugh at her insecurities but she was acting so damn adorable. “Okay.”
“You know we don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Avery,” Steve started.
She held a hand up to him. “Just let me...spit this out.” She took a deep breath and let out a long exhale as she closed her eyes.
“Bucky and I.. have had sex. A lot. And it’s great.”
“Yeah, it is.”
She let out an irritated huff. Sometimes she liked how much more talkative and personable Bucky was when he was feeling comfortable, especially around her and Steve both. But other times, his smart mouth annoyed her. Even if he was charming.
“Bucky, I need you to shut up for just five minutes.”
“Sorry, babe. Carry on.”
“So Bucky and I. That is covered.” She gulped. “Now, as we have all come to realize, I have a huge crush on Steve. And since I know you two already talked about me and this, we all know I also had a few sex dreams about.. Steve. And me.”
“I can only imagine..”
“Bucky!”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Avery took another deep breath, then opened her eyes. She looked at both of them, each staring at her with curiosity and somehow affection. She wanted to die. “And I know your relationship isn’t about that. But.. I think we should.”
There. It was clear as mud.
“We should what?” Steve repeated slowly, his lips turning up into a coy smile.
“You’re going to make me say it?” Avery’s face transformed into an irritated pout. “Really?”
“Say what, doll?” Bucky chimed in, a familiar half smile painted on.
“We should all..” She swallowed hard again, closing her eyes. This was frustrating. They were doing this to rile her up on purpose and she actually secretly enjoyed it. “Fuck!”
“So vulgar.” Steve glanced over at Bucky, letting his tongue slide across his lips. “I kinda like it.”
“I don’t mean that!” Avery jumped in, throwing her arms up. “Well, no. I do. I do mean that. We should. All three of us. We should have sex, okay?” She opened her eyes again and looked to them both. “God, this is embarrassing but here we go: I want you both to share...me.”
Steve gave her a soft smile. “Was that so hard?”
Bucky pulled his legs off of Steve and turned to sit straight on the couch. “Speaking of hard…”
“You two are the worst.” Avery huffed and dropped down to sit on the floor, rolling her eyes.
“Avery, baby,” Bucky patted the space on the couch between himself and Steve. “C’mere.”
She shook her head, remaining in her spot. She crossed her arms and watched as the two of them made eyes. “I hate how you guys can talk without saying anything.”
Of course they didn’t mean to be doing that but when Steve tilted his head towards Bucky and saw the excited grin growing on his face, they both knew. They all wanted the exact same thing - each other. Bucky gave him a nod, motioning his head to her.
“Avery,” Steve stood up from the couch and extended his hand to help her up. She pouted for another moment then accepted his hand, untwisting from her spot and returning to her feet.
She looked up at Steve, feeling a heat rising inside her as their eyes locked together. His hands, which had been resting at his sides, moved up slowly. He hesitated for a brief moment before cradling her face, making sure she was nodding before he touched her.
She leaned into his touch immediately, closing her eyes as her breath hitched. She didn’t even realize it until they made contact but she had been waiting for Steve. While his right hand cradled her cheek, his left snaked around her waist, closing in the space between them both. Then finally, he leaned in and met her lips with his. It was firm, permanent, electric. Just as quickly as it happened, his lips pulled away and the hand on her face moved to the back of her neck, gently pulling on her hair.
A whimper escaped her lips as Steve moved his attention to her neck. Avery lost herself in his touch. He immediately found that one spot that made her weak in the knees. She was starting to think maybe Bucky had told Steve way more about her than she knew.
She wanted to pull away and throw a playful glance at Bucky, wherever he was, but all her brain could think about was Steve, Steve, Steve…
Her mind finally returned to her body when she felt another set of hands on her waist and a body pressing up behind her. Bucky’s breath landed on her neck as Steve kissed his way back towards her mouth.
“Avery, baby,” Bucky’s voice was like a growl in her ear. His lips attached to her neck as he gripped her hips, pushing himself onto her. She was sandwiched between both of them and not only was it hot, but it was hot. Feeling them both, feeling all of them even through their pants, was making her coil inside.
Why had they waited so long for this?
It was Steve who pulled away, a look of glee on his face as he gazed at the moment, causing everything to halt.
“Should we maybe talk about boundaries before this continues?”
Bucky pulled his lips away from Avery’s neck and smiled. Classic Stevie.
Avery looked at Steve and nodded, resting her hand on his chest. Bucky’s hands remained tight on her hips as he rested his head on her shoulder. “Okay. I guess first thing first, I trust you both. And I’m okay with this.” She needed to say those words out loud to calm herself down and to reassure them both.
“I’m on birth control so I don’t really care if you want to use a condom or not. Bucky and I gave up on that weeks ago but it’s up to you, Steve.”
Steve nodded, to indicate he was understanding. “If you want me to I will but I haven’t, well, it’s been a while since I’ve slept with anyone. And the serum keeps us pretty healthy.”
Avery appreciated how seriously he was taking the situation. It was very adorable actually, the way he showed he cared.
“If I can be honest here,” Avery said quietly, closing her eyes. “I’d much rather feel all of you. Without a condom.” She felt both of them shift as she spoke.
Wow, if she could say one thing and get that reaction, she could only imagine what was about to happen…
She could feel Bucky’s hands start to wander, snaking up under her shirt. “I’m almost done, Buck.” She giggled, reaching to grab his hand.
“You know I’m not patient.”
She ignored his commentary and looked back to Steve. “Just two more things. First, neither of you can leave marks on my body unless I can cover them up with a swimsuit. The last thing I need to do is explain inappropriate bruises to my family this weekend.”
Steve let out a soft laugh and nodded once more.
“Lastly,” she leaned forward towards Steve and kept her lips just ahead of his. “This might be surprising considering my defiant attitude but I like not having control.”
