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Steve and Clint being gay

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Why do his Daddies seem to be distant when Steve needs them the most? 🥺💔

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Just read the whole thing and realized it's supposed to be an ask. Steve/Clint with blurting out love confessions and inconvenient and/or awkward times?

The middle of a guy’s divorce is probably the WORST possible time for a love confession, but to be fair Steve has never had great timing. Clint would really not have expected any different, if he’d been less totally blindsided by the whole thing. 

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“Broken” (Chapter Twelve)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy!

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“You boys decent?” Clint knocked on their door once before just opening it and sticking his head in. “Hey. You guys are wearing clothes right?”

“Clint. I swear to god. If you don't let me sleep--” Steve flipped his wings up, hiding his own face and half of Bucky from view. “We didn't get home until three am.”

“I can't help that you and Widow decided to go frolic in Russia, but--”

“It was a mission, Clint. Must be nice to not be necessary on every single mission but I--”

“Both of you shut up.” Bucky groaned and rolled out of Steve's bed, and stepped to the other one, collapsing face down in the pillows.

“What's with big and cranky?” Clint frowned and wadded up a piece of paper from the desk, throwing it at him. “Not only is it one in the afternoon but I’m just messing with--”

“Shut up!” Bucky snapped, and this time his wings flared, leaving nick marks on the wall, slices in the bed covers.

Clint and Steve exchanged a concerned look. “Hey baby.” Clint sat down on Bucky's bed, running a gentle hand up the big Omega’s back. “Hey, we are just messing around. But you are feeling warm. Are you alright?”

“Feel weird today.” Bucky grumbled, and Clint raised an eyebrow.

“Well.” he shot a glance at Steve. “I know a sure fire way to keep your mind off it. What say we sneak up to Tony’s shower and you know--” he wiggled his eyebrows. “-spend some time getting clean.”

Steve sat up abruptly, blue eyes lighting. “Oh yeah? You think so?” His wings lifted in interest. “We haven't done that in a while.”

“Yeah I know.” Clint grinned and pressed lightly against Bucky's back again. “Come on, Bucky baby. Let me show you why Tony has the best bathroom in the whole damn tower.”

“No thanks.” Bucky rolled over. “Tony's going to work on my arm some today.”

“Wonderful.” Clint cupped Bucky's jaw, rubbed their noses together in an affectionate gesture. “It’s good that you’re letting him close.”

“I’m trying.” Bucky shrugged awkwardly and Clint kissed his forehead before reaching out to take Steve’s hand.

“You call me if you need anything.” Steve said and ran his fingers through Bucky's hair. “Ask JARVIS or I’ll keep my phone on.”

“Thanks.” Bucky watched them go, watched the way they were holding hands and laughing, Steve’s head bent so their lips were nearly touching, and wondered to himself exactly what they did in Tony's shower.

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“Man, it’s great that Bucky's warming up to Tony.” Clint was already stripping out of his shirt and working at his belt as Steve closed the door to the penthouse suite and followed him into the bathroom.

“He said something about talking with Pepper about suppressants.” Steve was turning on every single water fixture in the giant shower, giving a quick twist to the dials so the floor heaters would kick on so they wouldn’t have to stand on cold tile.

“Suppressants?” Clint frowned and finished undressing, crossing to where Steve was already naked, standing under a heavy flow of water, wings stretched out letting the stream move through his feathers. “That’s not good. He hasn't even had a heat yet. Going on suppressants before a regular could really mess him up.”

“Well it sounds like—“ Steve stepped out from the water, digging through the basket of body washes for the one he liked. The Alpha had a body wash picked out for everyone in the Tower and kept his shower stocked with them for times exactly like this. “It sounds like Pepper talked him out of it. Said something about how Bucky needs to experience what a good Alpha is like before trying to shut that part of his biology down.”

“She’s right.” Clint pulled Steve back under the water, adjusting the other shower head so they all pointed in their direction. “I can see why Bucky would want that, but Peppers right. If he never gets a chance to have a good memory of an Alpha— that’s a piece of him that needs to heal.”

“Yep.” Steve poured a generous amount of body wash into his palm, but Clint scooped it out of his hand and worked it into a lather himself, spreading the soap over Steve’s chest, up to his neck and down his arms. “Besides, with the serum and all, the suppressants might not even work on him. Only the heavy duty emergency suppressants work on me, and Bucky's serum isn't the exact same as mine.”

“We can talk about that if it happens.” Clint scratched his nails down Steve’s ribs, smirking when the big Omega flexed to show off all those muscles. “Pretty thing, aren't you?”

“I try.” Steve chuckled and dipped his head to kiss him. “Gotta stay fit so all my adoring fans have something to swoon over.”

“And there’s the Captain. Cocky bastard.” Clint pinched Steve’s non existent fat to make him jump. “So Bucky's trying to give Tony a shot.” he prompted. “How’s that going? How long has it been?”

“Just about a week I think. It sounds like it's going pretty good. Um he— he says— shit— he says that—“ Steve was having a hard time putting a sentence together when Clint’s rough hands moved below his waist, thumbs tracing the sharp vee of his hipbones. “Clint, can we…”

“Well we could if you would stop being selfish and soap me up too.” Clint joked and handed Steve the body wash that he preferred, grinning when Steve wasted no time pouring it all over him before rubbing it in.

“So we were talking about Bucky.” Clint raised an eyebrow when Steve gave an annoyed sigh.

“Yeah. Yeah he says that he basically told Tony he needs good Alpha memories, and Tony said he could do that. I’ve caught them holding hands a few times, and you saw them during the movie and Tony is going out of his way to— Clint!” Steve yelled when Clint’s hand landed on his cock, pulling over with steady, slick strokes.

“Keep talking.” Clint laughed. “Let’s absolutely talk about other people’s relationships when we’re naked together.”

“You kept asking—“ Steve pushed their foreheads together, a big hand on the back of Clint’s neck. “—about Bucky and—“

“I definitely want to talk about Bucky.” Clint nodded and started pushing Steve towards one of the benches on the wall. “Definitely do. But at the same time…”

Steve sat with a thump, his wings snapping out as he hauled a naked, soapy Clint into his lap. “At the same time we haven’t done this in ages.”

“Ages.” Clint agreed and rocked forward, letting their cocks slide together, a pleased groan from both of them echoing in the shower. “We can talk after.”

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“Try to relax, Buck. We aren’t going to strap your arm down, but you can’t jerk or anything, alright?” Bruce had Bucky's arm laid out on the metal table, several spot lights trained on it so he could see exactly what he was doing.

“Okay.” Bucky nodded, but he was trembling already, too many memories of it hurting every time his arm needed work rolling over him, and he jumped when a hand landed on the back of his neck.

“Hey, we're alright.” Tony's voice was low and comforting, his thumb stroking firmly over the curve of Bucky's neck, carding his other fingers through Bucky's hair. “You trust Bruce, he’s worked on your arm and he and I have talked about all of this together. He’s gonna take care of you.”

“What are you gonna be doing?” Bucky asked, and closed his eyes when Tony moved to stand behind his chair, gentle pressure leading Bucky to lay his head back against the Alphas chest.

“I’m gonna stand right here and hold you, because that’s where you need me to be. Is that alright?”

Bucky nodded, keeping his eyes closed and Tony found himself wishing Bucky would look up at him.  Tony was a sucker for blue eyes, and Steve’s dark blue gaze always made him melt, and Clint’s baby blues made him catch his breath, but Bucky had crystal blue eyes, pale and striking and gorgeous and every time he looked at Tony with that tiny bit of trust— Tony thought his heart would give out.

But Bucky kept his eyes closed most of the time when he was around Tony, kept them closed or kept his head down and Tony knew it was so Bucky could focus on the feeling of touching, and his scent and his voice but damn.

Damn every time the Omega looked at him Tony could feel his heart skip a beat.

But he didn’t say anything about that. He just ran his fingers over Bucky's forehead, down his jaw to his neck and to his collarbone, easing over the metal that bled into his skin, and back up again.

Bucky held his wings stiffly, out from Tony but not so high to be in the way, and Tony pressed gently at his shoulders.

“Relax.” He whispered. “I’m not afraid of your edges.”

Bucky's wings dropped, laying lax against the chair and the floor and Tony smiled. “Alright, Brucie-Bear. I think we are ready.”

“Bucky, what we decided to do is—“

“You don’t have to tell me.” Bucky shook his head. “I wouldn’t understand most of it, and I-I trust that you’ll take care of me.”

Bruce nodded. “We’ll take care of you, Bucky.”

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The first clink of a metal plate being lifted off his arm and set on the table had Bucky tensing, his wings flaring, and Tony just rubbed at his shoulders and murmured soft things.

When Bruce turned the drill on, Bucky dug his nails into his thigh, so Tony reached down and took his hand.

The laser was the hardest, and Bucky nearly jumped out of his chair, but Tony's wings flew open, settled over Bucky's and hid the rest of the world from view and Bucky managed to relax, wrapped in a cocoon of Alpha.

And it took hours but no matter how many times Bucky jumped or flinched or tried to pull away, Tony was right there with a soft word or a quick touch, and somehow Bucky made it through.

“That’s it.” Bruce clicked the last plate into place. “One day we need to take this entire thing off and design a new one for you, but at least this upgrade will make sure what happened the other day never happens again.”

“Thank you.” Bucky's voice was weak, sweat beading his brow and Bruce sent a concerned look at Tony.

“Can I bring you something to drink? That was a lot of work to do in a few hours and I know it didn’t feel good to have me digging around in—“

“I got him, Bruce, thank you.” Tony motioned Bruce closer and bumped their noses together. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Bruce patted Bucky on the shoulder. “Tony's gonna take you through some exercises to make sure I connected everything alright, and then you should be fine.”

“Thanks.” Bucky said again, Bruce nodded before leaving the lab, turning several lights off as he went.

“How are you?” Tony moved so he could kneel in front of Bucky. “Your temperatures been rising for the last hour or so, and I can scent the fear on you, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky mumbled. “Been feeling weird all day and now it's worse. I think-- I think this is just a lot. Just a lot to go through all at once.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Tony studied him for another minute. “Did it help at all? Me being here?”

Bucky nodded without meeting his eyes and any other time Tony might have pushed the issue, but he didn’t today. It had been hard enough on him to watch Bucky flinch and jerk at every noise, to hear the quiet whimpers that were never quite muffled, so he couldn’t imagine how difficult it was for Bucky.

And he wasn’t here to push Bucky into anything, he was here to be a good Alpha and help Bucky anyway he could.

So instead of asking more questions, Tony just motioned for Bucky to lift his arm and started taking him through easy exercises—“Want you to bend each of your fingers for me. One two three four five. Now make a fist? Perfect, honey that’s perfect. Rotate your wrist? Now we’re going to bend your elbow, and then we will see how your shoulder rotation is.”—

Bucky followed every order, and Tony couldn’t stop grinning when the arm worked perfectly, no squeaking joints or metal plates grinding against each other. “I think we got it, honey. This should take care of most of those issues, plus the reinforced gears should keep some of the strain off your shoulder so maybe you won't be sore all the time--

Tony stopped talking when he realized Bucky wasn't listening at all.

“You with me, Buck? How does it feel?” He ran his hand up the cool metal and Bucky's eyes lit with something new.

“Feels good.” Bucky's voice was suddenly low, sounded rough and Tony cleared his throat so he wouldn’t growl in response, hard pressed not to reply to the interest coming from the Omega.

“You should go take a long shower, huh?” Tony cleared his throat again because the urge to growl hadn't lessened. “Shower and get some food and some good sleep now that you don’t hurt anymore. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yeah.” Bucky licked his lips and Tony knew his eyes went Alpha-red instantly —pink tongue red lips perfect mouth shit shit— so he forced himself to look down and pat Bucky's knee.

“Go on then.” Tony backed away as fast as he could without seeming rude, forcing his wings back as he got a whiff of Bucky's scent— cold mint and sweet plums and something with an edge and god damn it it was good.

“Good night.” Bucky stood slowly. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah honey, tomorrow.” Tony breathed a sigh of relief when Bucky left, wondering what it was that had him nearly drooling over the Omega.

Besides the completely distracting, entirely gorgeous Omega himself, that is.

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“Clint.” Steve ran his fingers through Clint’s hair, and the Omega snuggled closer against him sleepily. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too Cap.” Clint mumbled. “Been a crazy couple of months you know? Glad things are getting better for Bucky so everything else is getting back to normal.”

“Yeah.” Steve dragged a blanket over their bodies and closed his eyes.

It had been a good shower. Lots of soap and lots of water and the best part about being an Omega was the way they were wired to come several times within a relatively short amount of time, and the best part about being with another Omega was that they knew exactly what to do to make that happen.

They had taken turns bringing each other off— on each other’s laps, beneath the hot spray of a shower, with fingers buried between each other’s legs— it was unusual for Omegas to have actual sex with each other and Clint and Steve never had.

But in their years in the Tower together they had learned there were lots of ways to play that didn’t involve anyone topping or bottoming and damn every single one of those ways were fun.

Now they were exhausted, satisfied, and feeling reconnected because in between each round they had washed each other and talked and laughed and nuzzled close.

It had been a good shower.

“Bucky's gonna be okay, right?” Clint asked and Steve sighed.

“Yeah. Yeah he will. I’m really worried about his heat though.”

“Is he due soon?”

“Based on his attitude today and the way you said he felt warm? I’d say within a week. I can't imagine his first heat after his conditioning will be a good one.”

“Well, we’ll help him.” Clint pressed closer. “We’ll make it better. We can call Pepper to help, it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.” Steve closed his eyes, let his wings wrap up and around Clint. “We’ll take care of him. We should have a few days before it hits. We’ll be ready.”

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They weren't ready.

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The Mountain’s Crown - Chapter 1

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“We should have turned right,” Steve said.

He glanced behind them, looking worriedly at the way the path dipped deeper than Steve had imagined. If he looked in front of him, the trail kept going higher and higher, to the point where Steve couldn’t exactly make out the end of it. The line just stopped somewhere, showing more trees and some pieces of sky between leaves. It almost felt like hiking, at this point.

The canopy wasn’t all that dark, everything around them was a deep green, the light playing shades on the trees’ trunk, puddles of sunlight like pieces of gold thrown carelessly on the ground. It was admittedly beautiful, Steve thought. Not enough to be worth the pain they were going through, though.

They had been walking for hours since their departure, muscles burning from the stretch. They were used to be pushed toward their limits and beyond but they had taken this trip to have some well needed, well deserved rest. This was definitely not rest.

In front of them, Clint shrugged helplessly. He was the one leading them to what he’d called ‘the perfect spot to set up camp’ but the more they walked, the more Steve thought they were lost. It wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t currently in the Old Forest, the place where a lot of strange things were known to happen. The kind of things that became stories told late at night, fire camp burning high and fending off the creeping darkness. They scared adults and kids alike, huddled together and hung up on the tale teller's lips.

“No,” Clint said, “it’s the right way. I never said it would be easy to get there.”

“You did say it would be,” argued Bucky with a huff. “‘Like a stroll in the park, man,’” Bucky mimicked, “‘even your old carcass would do, man’.  You got us lost, admit it,” he added, a bite to his words.

Steve scowled and elbowed Bucky in the ribs, mouthing him to be nicer. Bucky rolled his eyes at him and elbowed him back. If he was being honest, Steve wasn’t feeling any better, though. His forehead was covered in sweat and adjusted his backpack for at least the third time. They were all tired and Clint had obviously gotten them lost, but refused to admit it, which wouldn’t be surprising knowing him.

Walking firmly a few feet ahead of them, Clint turned and strolled backward, a smirk dancing on his lips.  “What, you already tired, big baby?”

Bucky held back a snort, keeping his frowny face on and glaring at his boyfriend for good measure. “Not enough to keep me from kicking your ass, asshole.”

“Aw, now that’s i-”

Clint’s answer ended on a loud scream as he flailed wildly, trying to get hold of something, his body falling backward when his feet failed to find support in his next step. He disappeared before his hands could grab on something, his fingers barely managing to brush against the trees’ leaves.

Steve and Bucky screamed.

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Pumpkin farm date

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Steve x Bucky x Clint drabble...

"Why are you breakin' my heart?" Steve whimpers, tears in his ocean blue eyes.

Bucky shakes his head, running fingers through his hair impatiently. "Don't cry, doll. Please don't cry."

Steve swipes at his runny nose hastily, "No! Tell me what I did! Tell me what I did wrong!"

"Steve-"

"I did everything I could to get you back!" Steve wails, "I just got you back-"

"Darlin'-"

The blonde grabs a hold of Bucky's metal wrist and squeezes. "Just tell me what to do, Bucky. Tell me and I'll do it, please- please don't leave me, please-"

Bucky exhales heavily, his eyes stinging. "St- baby, you don't understand. I have to go-"

"Then take me with you," Steve interrupts, eyes wide and so full of hope, it breaks Bucky's own heart.

"Only one of us can go back, sweetheart," he explains gently, as if Steve didn't understand.

"You don't! You don't have to go, Bucky, please!"

Bucky makes a disapproving sound again. It's sickening to Steve's ears.

Steve hears himself crying- bawling, really- and it doesn't even sound like him. He's never heard himself so distraught and broken before. It's like the wailing cry of a dying animal. His throat burns from sobbing, his eyes are sore and blurry. Snot and tears run down his face.

Can Bucky not see just how sad he's making him?

Did Bucky even know that Steve's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest? Like it'd jump out at any second and leave him cold and dead in the wake of Bucky's absence?

"Stevie..."

"Jamie please, please please please please..."

"Please-!"

*

"Steve? Sweetheart, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Steve's eyes pop open and he's suddenly back in Avengers Tower. His eyes are wet, tear tracks drying down his cheeks. His chest is heaving as if he'd just run a marathon. And his body feels paralyzed in abject fear.

A gentle hand strokes his face and caresses his jaw, petting him softly.

"It's okay," Bucky whispers, "only a dream, darlin."

Steve, still traumatized from his nightmare pushes Bucky away with a petulant growl. He curls up against the headboard, arms wrapped around his bent knees.

Clint, who's sleeping on the other side of Steve, startles awake from the sudden movement, eyes on high alert.

"Whas'at?"

Bucky stops for a few, totally confused at Steve pushing him away. He turns and flicks on the bedside lamp, setting the room in an incandescent glow. Clint winces and turns to put on his hearing aids.

"Steve?"

The blonde is still curled up in a tight ball, trembling from some imaginary cold. Bucky can hear the stifled hiccups and sniffles, a soft whining in the back of his throat. He crawls closer but doesn't touch Steve for fear he'd push away from him again.

"Baby boy, talk to me. What's gotten you so upset?"

Steve shakes his head stubbornly. Then he mutters, "You left me..."

Bucky frowns and shares a confused look with Clint who still looks delirious from being woken up so abruptly. "I'm- I'm right here sweetheart."

"Yeah baby," the archer grunts, voice rough from sleep, "Bucky ain't going nowhere."

Steve shakes his head harder and finally looks at them with a teary glare. His blue eyes are steely and electric as he points an accusatory finger at Bucky.

"Daddy left... said he didn't wanna stay... went back to-" a sob escapes from Steve's mouth and he buries his face in his palms again, whining like a kicked puppy.

"Went back to what baby?"

"Brooklyn... when I was smaller..." Steve mumbles through loud sniffles.

Clint cuts Bucky with a disappointed look as if Bucky could control what Steve dreamed about. Then he leans against the headboard with Steve and wraps the blonde in his arms. Bucky tries not to feel the sting of rejection when Steve willingly accepts Clint's touch.

"Oh come here, sweetpea," he murmurs, giving Steve's temple a smacking kiss that makes him squeak in slight amusement.

Bucky can't help but feel a little bitter at the dream version of himself in Steve's head. Why'd he have to go and ruin things, dammit?

"You know Bucky loves you, right?" Clint asks their boy.

Steve goes suspiciously quiet before nodding twice, face still buried in Clint's bare chest.

"And you know he'd never leave you, right?"

"But-" Steve starts, the feisty little fucker, but Clint gently admonishes his outburst.

"Ah ah, Daddy's talkin'."

Steve bites his lip, eyes big and cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

Clint continues, "It was a nightmare, darlin. Scary? Sure. But real? Nah, Bucky's right here with you and me. Look at em."

Steve slowly pulls himself off of Clint's chest to look at Bucky, who's still looking a bit wary but more concerned than anything. He offers Steve a soft, encouraging smile and stretches out his metal hand on the bed. Steve's immediately drawn to the movement, blinking at the metal appendages thoughtfully. Then his brows furrow and his lips quiver- a telltale sign that he's about to burst into tears again.

Bucky almost pulls away but in an instant, he's got a lap full of a sobbing super soldier whose arms and legs wrap tightly around his body like a clingy spider.

"Thought you wanted to leave me for- ...for when I was tiny," he sniffs sadly.

Bucky absolutely melts and squeezes Steve tighter. "Oh baby doll, you're the same punk I loved all those years ago. Wouldn't make sense going back to the past when I've got you right here."

Steve mumbles something in response but it's all garbled and doesn't make sense. Clint chuckles and fondly pets Steve's downy blonde hair.

"Never gonna happen, sweetness. You're stuck with your Daddies forever."

Steve mutters out a quick, "'kay," and nods his head a couple times as if trying to reassure himself. Then he pouts and says, "Love you," in a small voice, pecking Bucky's lips shyly.

"Aw, you're so sweet, baby doll," Bucky praises, which makes Steve blush like crazy. He ducks his head and grumbles into Bucky's chest, sniffing.

Clint grins, then rolls his eyes. "Alright baby boy, let's get you tucked in to bed."

Bucky arranges Steve off his lap and back in his former sleeping space between himself and Clint. The blonde, clad only in soft lacy underwear and fuzzy blue socks snuggles back into Clint's waiting arms, while Bucky presses their chests together. He wraps his arms around Bucky's middle, while Bucky gently guides Steve's head to rest on his ample bicep. Steve's nose brushes the man's stubble, inhaling his woodsy scent and sighing in absolute comfort of being sandwiched by his Daddies.

"Good night baby," Bucky whispers into his hair, while Clint slips a warm hand past the delicate waistband of Steve's lacy underwear. He carefully avoids Steve's little prick and just rubs his belly in slow, comforting motions.

Steve doesn't have any more nightmares that night.