Feeling determined and your focus back on the mission, you exit the bathroom.
Through the metal corridor, going back the way you came from the bridge, you go to find an agent to show you to your quarters. Passing a window it’s no longer dark and you can see the endless white clouds of the early morning sky.
As you turn a corner, you see agent Romanoff quickly jogging your way, a serious expression on her face, with Thor following closely behind.
“Umbra!” She calls out as she spots you.
Quickly joining them, you jog along side Thor as you quickly make your way through the ships interior.
“Follow me. I just spoke with Loki and he’s going after Banner. He means to unleash the Hulk.” She informs you, as you follow her through the unfamiliar corridors.
At her word you follow them both through the ship, quickly making your way to the lab where Doctor Banner is. As you round a corner you can hear voices in the distance.
“-HIELD used the Cube to make weapons”
You don’t make out what was said after that. But you can make out Fury’s stern voice afterwards.
“Rogers, we gathered everything related to the Tesseract. This does not mean that we're-“
“I'm sorry, Nick.” You hear Stark interrupt, “What were you lying?”
Glancing back Romanoff nods to you both, before entering the lab. As you enter the room you see Steve speaking angrily to Fury.
“I was wrong, Director. The world hasn't changed a bit.”
As you, Thor and Agent Romanoff make your way into the lab, standing beside Romanoff you can clearly see the four men. Banner, Stark, Fury and the Captain.
Almost recoiling from the scents of rising alpha hormones in the room; you look over to Dr Banner first. Frowning he’s standing over to the side, near to Loki’s sceptre where he must have been running diagnostics. Not a giant green monster. Good.
Briefly glancing over to the rest of the room, Fury stands in the middle of the sterile, white lab.
To your left, near Banner, is Stark, standing next to a high tech screen showing blueprints for an unfamiliar weapon.
To your right is Captain Rogers standing next to a table with a copy of the blueprinted weapon.
“Did you know about this?” Banner speaks up, causing your eyes to snap back to him.
Next to you Romanoff take a tentative step forward,
“You wanna think about removing yourself from this environment, doctor?”
With a harsh laugh the doctor takes a step further into the room
“I was in Calcutta, I was pretty well removed.”
“Loki's manipulating you.”
As Romanoff tries to reason with him, you look him over closely. Holding his glasses in one hand and his purple shirt crumpled from work. His hair tousled, and slightly askew, you can see him getting more agitated.
“And you've been doing what exactly?” He quickly replies to her.
“You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you.” Romanoff rebuts, slowly approaching him.
“Yes, and I'm not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy.”
Banner responds before grabbing hold of the screen with the weapon blueprints are on.
“I'd like to know why SHIELD is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction.”
At his statement you look closer at the weapon blueprints. While the screen shows a lot of writing and data you don’t understand you can make out they plan to use the tesseract as a energy source to power these weapons. And obviously this isn’t just an idea but an action SHIELD is currently acting on judging by the weapon beside Steve.
“Because of them”
Frowning you look over to Fury, seeing him gesture to Thor and yourself.
“Me?” You hear Thor say beside you.
“Last year earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that levelled a small town. We learned that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly-hilariously, out-gunned.” Fury explained, his scent getting stronger as he went on.
“My people want nothing but peace with your planet.” Thor argues, his strong scent also spiking.
“But you're not the only people out there, are you? And, you're not the only threat.”
Fury turns to face you.
“Like Umbra. She may have decided to help out humanity now but there’s no guarantee that she will continue to do so. She and her father obtruded on this planet, two powerful individuals, unknown to us and what they plan to do.”
Swallowing a growl, you tightly clench your hands by your side. How dare he speak of you and especially of your father in such a way. To use him to excuse and justify his actions.
Turning Fury continues,
“The world's filling up with people who can't be matched, they can't be controlled.”
“Like you controlled the cube” Steve adds, frowning with his hands on his hips.
Next to you Thor steps forwards.
“Your work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it, and his allies. It is the signal to all the realms that the earth is ready for A HIGHER FORM OF WAR.”
“A higher form?!” Steve head snaps towards Thor.
Silently agreeing with Thor, you nod your head. This planet wasn’t on anyone’s radars, but now doing this is attracting a lot of attention.
Attention humankind is not ready for.
Raising his voice Fury continues, “You forced our hand! We had to come up with some-”
“Nuclear deterrent! 'Cause that always calms everything right down.” Stark quickly adds.
Fury turns to look at Stark,
“Remind me again how you made your fortune, Stark?”
Steve nods, stepping forwards he adds,
“I'm sure if he still made weapons, Stark would be neck deep-“
Waving a hand Stark interrupts,
“Wait-Wait! Hold on! How is this now about me?”
Looking over to the other alpha, Steve asks “I'm sorry, isn't everything?”
Next to you Thor loudly scoffs, “I thought humans were more evolved than this.”
“Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?” Fury argues, glaring at Thor.
As everyone starts to talk over each other, voices getting louder, pheromones getting stronger; you can feel yourself starting to react. Unsure if it’s the anger you feel or the rising pheromones in the air, your body starts to grow hot.
Next to you Thor growls lowly towards Fury. His strong scent invades your senses. It’s crisp, like soil or that of fresh air straight after a storm, getting sharper and heavier by the moment.
Across the room as Stark and Captain Rogers continue to bicker, both their scents become more prominent in the room. Your unable block out Starks spicy earthy scent as it violently clashes with Rogers warm woodsy one. As the alpha’s pheromones spread and fills the room, a wave of dizziness hits you speeding straight through your body and settling in your core.
You don’t think you would react as much if it were other scents less appealing to you. Despite your muddled head and bones feeling like jelly; as much as you just want to simply follow your instincts- you stand up straight.
With your muscles tense and spine stiff, you take a slow measured breath while trying not to appear effected; before slowly step further towards Agent Romanoff and Banner.
As you try to focus and clear your head, you attempt tune back into the situation.
Beside you Romanoff speaks up
“Are you boys really that naive? S.H.I.E.L.D monitor potential threats.”
Your earring ringing, you miss what Stark says from across the room but do manage to catch what Banner says,
“And Captain America is on the threat poll?”
“That's not your concern doctor!”
Fury rebuffs just as Romanoff simultaneously replies “We all are!!”
With her admission, you look over to Fury. Standing there in his long dark jacket, he is frowning harshly at the other alphas in the room.
You can’t say your surprised, you knew he was keeping tabs on you and probably had plans in case you ever came across as a threat.
While normally you would respect his dedication to protect humanity, however right now the thought of him using these weapons and potentially destroying the anonymity and safety of this planet makes your blood boil.
Clenching your jaw, you feel your anger rising. As the arguing continues, you continue to try to calm down. Not allowing your emotions and instincts to take over, you attempt to focus on your breathing again, only to be hit Romanoff’s sultry sent. Thanks to her strong scent blockers, she’s only giving out minimal pheromones; but right now even that sets you on fire.
How are you supposed to calm yourself and focus on your breathing when every breath you take your slammed with another hit of mouthwatering, mind melting pheromones?!
You can feel your self getting hotter and more muddled.
Your not sure if you want to strip yourself of this now far too tight suit, to run out of the room and get some fresh air. Or if you want to take another smell of all intoxicating pheromones and just growl loudly.
To follow your instincts and speak out.
To shout and tell both Stark and Rogers to quit their bickering and trying to one up each other. Now looking over to them across the room, you see them postering up to each other; chests out and making low rumbling noises.
As Stark looks over to the Captain it seems he can’t resist prodding him.
“You're on that list? Are you above or below angry bees?”
“I swear to God, Stark, one more crack...” Rogers loudly growls.
“You're a threat. VERBAL THREAT! I FEEL THREATENED!” Stark animatedly waves his arms around.
“SHOW SOME RESPECT.” Rogers shouts as he takes a step forward towards Stark.
“RESPECT WHAT!” Stark spits back, rising to the challenge.
As the two alphas continue to fight, the others in the room do so as well. As you look over the lab your eyes land on Fury again.
You grit your teeth, hardly restraining yourself. You know he wants to protect everyone but using the tesseract’s power will just endanger everyone here. He doesn’t know what’s out there! What they can and will do to earth and all that live on it.
And you know what! How dare he use you and your father as an excuse.
To use the him as an example of a threat?! He worked with Fury. He died helping Fury on one of his missions.
Your risking so much to be here and this is the thanks you get. He is the only living person that knows your true second gender. You are trusting him to keep your omega nature secret. How dare he trust you so little in return.
You can feel yourself getting more wound up and your pheromones starting to come out. Clenching your fists at your side, you close your eyes.
Stop
You need to slow down your spiralling thoughts. Instead you bring your focus back onto your breathing.
Not on the rising pheromones in the room, nor your body’s reaction.
Not on the other people in the room as they argue over each other.
Not on Fury’s actions or what they mean for your future here.
No right now it’s on your breath. On the air filling your lungs.
In and out.
In
Out
Once getting control over your breathing and in turn regaining control of your emotions; you focus on the plan. Still with your eyes shut, you think to yourself why you are here.
You are here for a reason. To protect this earth from Loki. -Loki, who’s plan is manipulate the doctor. Doctor Banner. That- that’s what you need to focus on.
Feeling more stable and in control, you open your eyes again.
As you look over to Banner, the arguing around you continues on.
To your right Thor laughs “You people are so petty …and tiny.”
“Yeah, this is a team.” Banner shakes his head.
He stands, tightly gripping his glasses. His previously calm beta scent, of almost a eucalyptus smell that has a undertone of something musky, seems to be getting sharper as the fighting continues.
In front of you Fury speaks up.
“Agent Romanoff, would you escort Dr. Banner back to his-“
“WHERE? YOU RENTED MY ROOM!” Banner interrupts.
“The cell,” Fury tries to reason, “it was just-”
“IN CASE YOU NEEDED TO KILL ME. BUT YOU CAN'T, I KNOW, I TRIED!”
The room goes silent at his words.
Crossing his arms, he glances around the room making brief eye contact with you. Everything is still for moment before he continues.
“I got low. I didn't see an end so I put a bullet in my mouth and the other guy spit it out.”
As he talks he slowly edges closer to Loki’s sceptre on the workbench behind him.
“So I move on, I focused on helping other people. I was good until you dragged me back into this freak show and put everyone here at risk.”
Uncrossing his arms, he reaches back and without looking behind him, picks up the sceptre.
Next to you, you hear both Fury and Romanoff quietly unclip their guns from their holsters.
Looking next to you at Romanoff, Banner continues.
“You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm?”
While keeping your eyes locked on Banner, you hear Captain Rogers take a tentative step forward before gently speaking up.
“Doctor Banner, put down the sceptre.”
Banner looks down at the weapon in his hand, like he is surprised to see it in his hand. He glances up, looking uncertain.
Just as he is about to say something, behind you a monitor makes a high pitch beeping sound.
You don’t take your eyes off him as he slowly puts the sceptre down on the workbench, before looking up at you. His eyes flickering to you and Romanoff, before looking over to the monitor behind you.
“Sorry, kids. You don't get to see my party trick after all.” He remarked as he walked past you. His scent seeming less sharp and musky again, more of his calm subtle scent returning.
Thankfully the room seems to have fast working air ventilation as the previously overwhelming pheromones disburse quickly, and your able to breath a bit easier.
You watch Banner sit down at the computer monitor that had beeped, and start to work. Next to you Thor speaks up.
“Located the Tesseract?”
At Fury’s nod, Stark adds, “I can get there faster.”
“Look, all of us-” the Captain starts, before Thor quickly interrupts, deep voice commanding,
“The Tesseract belongs on Asgard, no human is a match for it.”
As Stark turns to walk out, Roger’s grabs his arm to stop him.
“You're not going alone!” He insists, staring the other alpha down.
Stark turns and quickly smacks his hand away.
“You gonna stop me?” He growls.
As the two start bickering again you turn and walk over to Romanoff and Banner. Your not about to be blasted in the face again with more pheromones from the two posturing alphas.
As you walk over to stand next to Romanoff, you can hear them continue to bicker behind you.
“Put on the suit, let's find out!” Rogers challenges.
“I'm not afraid to hit an old man.” Rebukes Stark.
“Put on the suit.” Rogers harshly growls back.
As you try to turn you attention away from what’s happening behind you; you spot Banner frown. Taking off his glasses, he peers at the screen before you hear him mutter.
“Oh my god.”
Concerned you step closer to him, just as he looks up from the screen. Making eye contact with his wide brown eyes, he is about to say something when suddenly you hear a loud boom, before your thrown forward.
You feel heat lick up your back and the floor give way beneath your feet, before everything goes dark.
Summary:
It was supposed to be simple: undercover work at a traveling carnival, posing as a happy couple.
Except you’re doing it with both of them — and they’re terrible at sharing.
“Alright,” you say, adjusting the neckline of your floral top for the tenth time, “whose idea was it to use a carnival as cover?”
“Mine,” Clint says, smug as he flicks his shades down his nose. “You can’t hide in plain sight better than behind a funnel cake stand.”
Bucky snorts beside him, arms crossed, black Henley stretched tight over muscle and irritation. “You also said that last time when we went ‘undercover’ at a tiki bar and you ended up singing karaoke in a Hawaiian shirt.”
Clint grins. “Worked, didn’t it?”
“Barely.”
You roll your eyes and start walking toward the bright blur of lights and laughter, the evening sun dipping behind cotton candy clouds. The mission is simple: intercept a black-market tech handoff happening somewhere inside the carnival grounds. Low stakes. High sugar content. And unfortunately… high chaos potential.
Your comm crackles. “Remember, team — blend in,” Nat’s voice says, all dry authority. “No weapons, no fights, no stunts.”
You, Bucky, and Clint all murmur “copy” at the same time — the collective tone saying absolutely not.
Fifteen minutes later, you’re walking hand-in-hand between the two of them, mostly because Clint keeps insisting “it sells the act.”
Except his thumb keeps tracing lazy circles against your palm, and Bucky’s hand is warm and solid and there on your waist, pulling you closer every time the crowd thickens.
You spot the suspects first — two men by the shooting gallery booth, exchanging a small flash drive for a stuffed bear. Classic.
You whisper their location into the comms, but neither of your partners is listening. Clint’s already paying the game operator, tossing down a few bills with a grin.
“Gimme a minute,” he says. “Just need to establish our cover.”
Bucky’s eyebrow lifts. “By playing carnival games?”
“Exactly.”
Clint’s first arrow hits dead center, the balloon popping with a satisfying crack.
Then another. Then another. He wins a prize — a ridiculous pink bear the size of a toddler — and hands it to you with a flourish.
“Thanks, hotshot,” you say, smiling despite yourself.
“Don’t encourage him,” Bucky mutters.
“Oh, come on, Barnes,” Clint fires back, leaning close enough that you can feel the static of their rivalry humming through the air. “You jealous?”
“Of your aim?” Bucky deadpans. “Please.”
“Of my charm, then.”
Bucky’s smirk curves, lazy and lethal. “She’s standing next to me, isn’t she?”
You sigh. “You’re both insufferable.”
“True,” they chorus.
Later, as the sun melts into twilight, you’re standing beneath the ferris wheel, the mission technically over — the drive recovered, the deal interrupted, the culprits unconscious behind a cotton candy cart.
The crowd has gone on laughing, unaware of the three spies who just saved them from a minor catastrophe.
You’re eating a candy apple, sticky and sweet, while Bucky leans against the railing beside you, looking unfairly gorgeous under the neon lights.
Clint joins you, two sodas in hand. “You two looked cozy up there.”
“You mean when you left me to deal with two armed men and a broken Ferris wheel seat?” you ask.
He grins. “Team-building.”
“Uh-huh.”
Bucky chuckles low, the sound warm as the night air. “You almost got shot, Barton.”
“Almost being the key word,” Clint says. “C’mon, you gotta admit — we make a hell of a team.”
Bucky hums. “Yeah, I’ll admit that.”
Then his eyes flick to you. “But next time? I’m the one who gets to win her the stuffed bear.”
Clint laughs, mock-offended. “Oh, so it’s a competition now?”
You look between them — two men who’ve survived the impossible, both trying so hard not to say what’s written all over their faces.
You take a slow sip of soda.
“Boys,” you murmur, smiling.
“If it’s really a competition…”
You step between them, link your arms through theirs, and tilt your head.
“Maybe I’ll just have to be the prize.”
They both freeze.
And then — matching, dangerous smiles.
“Deal,” Clint says.
Bucky’s smirk deepens. “You sure you can handle two winners, doll?”
You just laugh, walking off toward the lights, tugging them both after you.
The night hums with electricity, sugar, and trouble — and somewhere above the noise, Nat sighs over the comm again.
“You three are never going undercover together again.”
You grin. “Promises, promises.”
The carnival’s laughter hums all around you — bright, dizzy, and alive. Bells ring, lights spin, the smell of buttered popcorn and smoke hangs in the air. You’re half-drunk on the sound of it all, your arm looped through Clint’s, your other hand clutching the ridiculous pink bear he’d won you hours ago.
Bucky walks a step behind, scanning the crowd like he can’t switch the soldier off, even beneath the shimmer of fairy lights.
“Lighten up, Barnes,” Clint calls over his shoulder, grinning. “We’re off the clock. You can relax for five minutes.”
Bucky’s jaw flexes. “Five minutes is how long it takes to get killed in a place like this.”
You laugh softly, the sound carried away by the carousel music. “You two balance each other out, you know that?” you say. “One paranoid, one reckless—”
You roll your eyes and bump your shoulder into his. “Sure, Legolas.”
He laughs, and Bucky smirks faintly behind you — a flicker of warmth, gone just as quick.
You’re mid-laugh when it happens.
A bell rings.
Someone cheers — “Winner!” — and the brass clang echoes above the noise, blending with the melody of the carousel.
You feel the impact before you hear anything — a white-hot punch between your ribs, sudden and merciless. The world stutters. Your breath catches mid-laugh, turning to something thin and sharp.
The bear in your arms jerks. You blink down at it, confused for one aching heartbeat — pink fur blooming red where the bullet tore through, sticky warmth soaking through your shirt.
Then your fingers go slack.
The bear slips from your arms, landing on the asphalt with a muffled thump.
You stare, dazed, at the spreading crimson against pastel fluff.
And then your knees buckle.
“Y/N?” Clint’s voice. Too casual at first. Then — breaking. “Hey—hey, whoa—what—”
He catches you under the arms before you hit the ground, panic slamming into his chest like the recoil of a gun.
Bucky’s already moving. He’s a blur — metal arm flashing under the carnival lights as he shoves through the crowd, gun drawn before anyone notices the quiet chaos.
“Sniper,” he growls, scanning rooftops, eyes flicking to exits. “Silencer. Came from the south side. Someone used the noise cover.”
Clint presses his hand over the wound, voice shaking but steady. “Stay with me, okay? You’re okay—just keep looking at me.”
You blink up at him, breath shallow. “The bear—”
“Forget the damn bear,” Clint hisses, tears pricking his eyes even as he forces a crooked smile. “You’re fine. You’re fine.”
Bucky’s already crouched beside you, ripping off his overshirt and pressing it against your side. “Deep breath, doll. I’ve got you. We’ve got you.”
The crowd swells around you — laughter, oblivious, bells still ringing somewhere far away. It’s surreal, that sound.
You want to laugh again, but your lungs won’t let you.
“Barton, get her out of here,” Bucky snaps. “I’ll find the bastard.”
“Like hell,” Clint bites out. “We’re not leaving you alone—”
“She’s bleeding out,” Bucky snarls, metal fingers slick with blood now, voice cracking beneath the grit. “You think I’m letting her die because you wanna play hero?”
Clint hesitates for a fraction of a second — then nods. “Fine. I’ll get her to the car. You finish this.”
Bucky’s hand cups your cheek for half a second, trembling just enough to betray the steel in his voice.
“You hold on, sweetheart. You don’t get to check out now. Not after you made me laugh tonight.”
And then he’s gone — swallowed by the crowd, ghost-silent, hunting the man who thought he could touch what’s theirs.
Clint lifts you, one arm under your knees, the other pressed hard against the wound. The carnival lights flash across his face — pink, blue, gold — like the universe itself can’t decide what kind of story this is.
You try to say something, but your words come out soft, broken. “It— it went through the bear first.”
He huffs a laugh that’s half a sob. “Yeah. You and your damn bear.”
The world tilts. The carousel spins. You fade in and out to the sound of more bells, more laughter. And Clint whispers something fierce and desperate against your hair —
“You’re gonna be fine, baby. You hear me? You’re gonna be fine.”
The noise of the carnival fades behind him, swallowed by the hollow thud of his boots on wet pavement. The laughter, the lights, the sweetness — all of it turns sour in his chest.
He’s already spotted the man.
Civilian clothes, calm gait, walking away from the crowd with practiced ease — a predator melting into the noise.
Bucky doesn’t bother with stealth.
He stalks.
A shadow made of rage.
The man slips into an alley behind the funnel cake stand. Big mistake.
“You should’ve aimed for me.”
The gun goes off once — too fast, too clean. Bucky sidesteps it, metal arm catching the bullet mid-air like a trick of the dark.
Then he moves.
A flash of silver. A grunt. The dull crack of bone.
The man’s gun skitters across the ground, and Bucky has him by the throat before it stops spinning.
“You think you can just walk away after that?” Bucky hisses, voice low, feral. “After her?”
The assassin gurgles, eyes wide. “It— it was—”
Bucky slams him into the wall hard enough that plaster cracks.
“Was what? Orders? Wrong target?!”
Blood smears the bricks. The man gasps, reaching for a knife, but Bucky’s faster — metal fingers closing around his wrist with a snap.
“You shot her through a toy,” Bucky whispers, his voice shaking now, too human. “Through a damn teddy bear. And you smiled about it, didn’t you?”
The man’s face is wet — rain or tears, he can’t tell. Doesn’t care.
He presses him harder into the wall until the man chokes.
“You don’t get to smile anymore.”
When it’s over, the alley is quiet again.
Just rain and breath and the sound of a heart that isn’t sure it deserves to beat anymore.
Bucky wipes his hands on the assassin’s jacket and finally breathes.
Then he runs.
The med bay lights hurt.
White, sterile, cruel.
Clint’s sitting beside you, one leg bouncing, blood dried in the grooves of his fingers. The bear sits on the table next to him — torn open, stuffing half gone, the bullet still embedded deep in its center like a sick souvenir.
He hasn’t looked at it since the doctors took you in.
“It went through the bear first,” you’d said.
He laughs now — hollow, cracking. “Yeah, kid. It did.”
The door bursts open, and Bucky stumbles in, breathless, wild-eyed, shirt soaked through with rain and something darker.
Clint stands immediately. “You got him?”
Bucky just nods, jaw tight. He looks wrecked — hair plastered to his forehead, blood streaked down one cheek, hand trembling as he rubs at it like he can’t get it off.
“She’s stable,” Clint says quickly. “Surgeons said clean pass-through. Missed anything vital by an inch.”
Bucky exhales, long and broken, like someone cut the strings holding him up. His knees nearly give.
Clint catches him without thinking, metal and muscle sagging into him, both of them shaking in the cold hum of fluorescent light.
For a long time, they just stand there.
Two men carved out by guilt and relief, anchored by the same woman bleeding on the other side of the glass.
Later
You wake to the sound of machines — soft rhythmic blips counting your heartbeats like lullabies.
Your throat is dry, your chest aches, and the first thing you see when your eyes open is Bucky, slumped in a chair beside your bed, metal fingers wrapped around your hand like it’s the only thing tethering him to earth.
Clint’s asleep on the couch near the window, hoodie pulled over his face, a pillow hugged to his chest like a shield.
“Hey,” you whisper, voice a scratch of sound.
Bucky jerks upright. “Doll—” His voice breaks on the word. “You scared the hell outta us.”
You smile faintly. “You look worse than I feel.”
He huffs out a shaky laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your face with calloused fingers. “That’s not funny.”
“Wasn’t trying to be.”
There’s a silence — heavy, thick with everything they didn’t say before. Then Clint stirs, blinks blearily, and when he sees you awake, he nearly trips over himself getting up.
“Hey, hey, hey—” he breathes, voice raw. “You absolute menace. You couldn’t just enjoy the damn carnival, could you?”
You grin weakly. “Didn’t know being your date came with a bulletproof vest requirement.”
“Next time it will,” he says, trying to sound light, but his eyes are glassy.
Bucky reaches over and grips Clint’s shoulder. They exchange a look — unspoken, understanding. Fear and fury and relief all tangled up in one heartbeat.
Then both their gazes land back on you.
You sigh softly. “You two look like hell.”
Bucky chuckles under his breath. “We earned it.”
Clint folds his arms, shaking his head. “You’re not leaving our sight again. Ever. You even look at a carnival, we’re tying you to the damn bed.”
You arch an eyebrow. “Promise?”
The corner of Bucky’s mouth lifts, slow and warm. “Careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”
For the first time since the bells rang, the room feels alive again — laughter cracked open by love and exhaustion.
Outside, the world hums with neon and noise, but in here it’s quiet — safe, the air stitched back together by the sound of your heartbeat.
The Morning of Release
The hospital smells like lemon disinfectant and exhaustion.
You’re half-dressed in borrowed sweatpants and a Stark Industries hoodie when the nurse hands you your discharge papers, smiling like it’s any other day.
But to Clint and Bucky, this morning might as well be the Second Coming.
They hover near the door — one leaning against the wall, arms crossed (Bucky), the other sitting backwards on a chair like he’s twelve (Clint). Both glaring at the other with quiet, simmering stubbornness.
“So,” the nurse says cheerfully, oblivious to the tension thick enough to chew. “Which one of you’s taking her home?”
And that’s all it takes.
“I’ll take her,” Bucky says immediately, stepping forward. His tone leaves no room for argument — or at least, that’s what he thinks.
Clint barks a laugh. “Oh, sure. Mr. Brooding Trauma himself. You’ll have her bench-pressing kettlebells by morning.”
Bucky narrows his eyes. “And you’d have her scaling rooftops before the stitches dissolve?”
“Hey,” Clint shoots back, “I happen to be excellent company.”
“You don’t even remember to feed yourself, Barton.”
“That’s rich coming from the guy who once lived on instant noodles and guilt.”
You sigh from the bed. “Boys—”
Neither hears you.
“I’ve got a guest room,” Bucky insists. “Quiet, clean, good security. She’ll rest.”
Clint leans back, smirking. “Oh yeah, nothing says healing environment like a Brooklyn fortress guarded by a paranoid cyborg.”
“At least I don’t live in a condemned apartment with a hole in the ceiling.”
“That hole has character!”
You groan. “I’m starting to think I should just check myself back in.”
They both stop mid-bicker, heads whipping toward you in perfect unison.
“Don’t joke about that,” Bucky says quietly, and Clint’s smirk softens into something fragile.
You exhale, letting the air leak from your ribs slow and steady. “Then maybe stop arguing over who gets to babysit me.”
It takes another five minutes of glares, huffs, and one near eye-roll-induced aneurysm before you finally lift a hand.
“Okay, fine. You both come.”
They blink. “Both?”
“Yes, both. Clint, you’re good for comic relief. Bucky, you’re the only one who can cook something that won’t kill me. Congratulations, you’re now my co-nurses.”
Bucky crosses his arms, jaw tight — but you can see the relief flicker through his shoulders. Clint grins, smug.
“See?” he says, bumping Bucky’s arm as they help you stand. “She wants both of us. Probably ‘cause we’re irresistible.”
Bucky mutters something about regretting everything, but the corner of his mouth twitches — a tiny ghost of a smile.
You lean into them both as they guide you through the hospital doors, sunlight hitting your face for the first time in weeks. It’s warm. Real.
Freedom smells like asphalt, coffee, and the faint leather scent of Bucky’s jacket as he steadies you by the elbow.
Bucky’s apartment wins — mostly because it’s closer, and because Clint “accidentally” forgot his car keys.
By evening, you’re settled on the couch with a blanket, tea, and the world’s worst pair of bodyguards.
Clint’s pacing, listing off things he thinks you need (“ice cream, definitely ice cream”), while Bucky’s rearranging the medicine bottles like a librarian organizing trauma.
They keep circling around you, orbiting like protective planets.
“Y’know,” you murmur, “most people celebrate survival with champagne, not supervised naps.”
Bucky glances up from the counter. “You need rest, not bubbles.”
Clint tosses you a pillow. “He’s right. But also—” He grins. “I got champagne too.”
Bucky groans. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Thank you.”
And somehow, it feels normal. The bickering. The warmth. The quiet hum of life pushing forward after chaos.
Later
You drift in and out of sleep to the sound of them — Clint snoring softly from the recliner, Bucky reading on the couch beside you, legs stretched out, metal fingers absently tracing circles over your wrist.
“You don’t have to stay up,” you mumble, eyes half-closed.
“I know,” Bucky says softly. “Don’t wanna miss a beat.”
A pause. Then, quieter: “Don’t wanna miss you.”
You smile faintly. “You won’t.”
And just as you start to drift off again, you hear Clint’s sleepy mumble from across the room:
“If you two get all sappy without me, I’m faking another injury.”
You laugh — low, tired, but alive.
And the sound, soft and steady, settles over all three of you like peace finally remembering where it belongs.
You said:
Give her moment with each boy one on
You wake to the smell of coffee and the low hum of an old jazz record.
The sunlight crawls lazily across the floor, catching on the metal of Bucky’s arm as he stands by the counter — still, for once, peaceful.
You shift on the couch and he turns instantly, the soldier’s instinct that never dies. But the tension fades the second his eyes land on you.
“Mornin’, doll,” he says, voice warm, hoarse from lack of sleep.
“Did you sleep?” you ask, even though you already know the answer.
He shrugs. “Tried. Got bored.”
He brings you a mug, careful not to spill, and sets it in your hands like it’s sacred. The quiet between you is the good kind — soft, unarmored.
You study his face. The bruised half-moons under his eyes. The scar that cuts through his eyebrow. The way his hair curls at his temple when it’s too long.
“You found him, didn’t you?” you ask quietly.
He doesn’t pretend not to know what you mean. “Yeah.”
Your breath catches. “You—”
“I didn’t kill him,” he says, cutting gently through your thought. “Not because he didn’t deserve it. Because you didn’t deserve to wake up with that on your conscience.”
You stare down at your coffee, throat tight. “You always think you have to protect me.”
He leans forward, metal fingers ghosting under your chin, tilting your face up to his. “Not always,” he murmurs. “Just when I can.”
For a moment, the world holds its breath. Then he presses a kiss to your forehead — soft, reverent, like a vow.
“You scared the hell outta me, sweetheart. Don’t ever do that again.”
You laugh weakly. “I’ll try to schedule my near-death experiences better.”
He smiles — small, real — and settles beside you, his arm a weight of safety across your shoulders.
Neither of you says another word for a long time.
Clint returns from the corner store with his arms full — chips, takeout, comic books, a few of your favorite candies. It’s a mess of comfort, all tossed onto the coffee table like a colorful apology.
“You realize I can’t eat all that,” you say, amused.
“Sure you can,” he says, tossing you a candy bar. “Doctor’s orders. Emotional support calories.”
He flops onto the couch beside you, legs open, posture lazy. The sunlight slants through the blinds and paints his freckles gold.
“You should’ve seen your face when that bear dropped,” he blurts suddenly, and then winces. “Crap, that sounded awful. I mean—”
You laugh softly. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to joke about it.”
He looks at you like he doesn’t believe it. “You almost died. I thought—”
He cuts himself off, eyes darting away. “I thought I lost my best friend. Again.”
You reach over, brushing your hand against his. “You didn’t.”
He turns his palm up, threading your fingers together. His thumb traces the inside of your wrist, right where the hospital IV bruised your skin.
“I don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t come back,” he says quietly.
You grin, because he’s trying not to cry and you can’t stand the look in his eyes. “You’d have to find another girl to beat your high score at darts.”
He huffs out a laugh, shoulders shaking. “Never. You’re irreplaceable.”
He leans closer, forehead nearly touching yours. For a heartbeat, the teasing fades. There’s just warmth, breath, heartbeat, truth.
“You’re it for me, you know?” he whispers. “Even if I’m too much of an idiot to say it right.”
You smile, eyes glassy. “I know.”
And you do — because you can feel it in the way his thumb won’t stop trembling against your skin.
By nightfall, you’ve migrated to the balcony — Bucky’s blanket wrapped around you, Clint sprawled out with his feet on the railing. The city hums below, alive and indifferent.
Bucky’s sitting cross-legged beside you, quietly tinkering with something metal and small. Clint’s mid-story, gesturing wildly with a handful of popcorn.
You’re not laughing loud, but you are laughing — for the first time since the carnival.
And both of them, in their own ways, fall quiet to listen.
It hits you then: the strange, stubborn safety of this — of them. Two men carved from chaos and kindness, orbiting the same broken sun and somehow making it glow again.
Bucky looks over at you and smiles, rare and soft. Clint bumps your knee with his.
“Next carnival,” Clint says, “we’re going back.”
Bucky frowns. “You serious?”
“Damn right. We’re gonna win her a bear that doesn’t take a bullet.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, but there’s something like hope hiding in it.
You sip your tea, gaze drifting to the skyline. “Yeah,” you murmur. “Next time, we take it back.”
And when Bucky’s hand finds yours, and Clint’s shoulder brushes your other side, you realize — you already have.
A Few Weeks Later…
You're almost back to full strength.
The stitches are out. The pain is a dull memory. You’re sleeping through the night again — mostly because Clint sings off-key lullabies and Bucky growls at anyone who breathes too loud.
And tonight?
Tonight is the first night you’re celebrating survival instead of just surviving.
Clint shows up with a bottle of whiskey he definitely wasn’t supposed to have.
Bucky mutters about poor judgment but takes a shot anyway.
You’re three drinks in, stretched out on the floor in pajama shorts and someone’s flannel, cheeks flushed, head spinning in that perfect not-too-drunk kind of way.
“You two ever shut up?” you laugh, pointing your glass toward them as they bicker again — this time over which movie you should watch.
Bucky catches it mid-air. “You watched Sharknado without irony. You have no moral high ground.”
You curl into yourself, giggling. “God, I love this.”
They both stop.
Turn to look at you.
“Love what?” Bucky asks, voice low.
“This,” you say, gesturing vaguely between the three of you. “The chaos. The comfort. The... us-ness.” You hiccup a little. “It’s stupid how happy I am. Even with the bullet holes.”
Clint smiles, soft and crooked. “You’re allowed to be happy, sweetheart.”
You nod. “I know. That’s the scary part.”
There’s a long silence.
Then, with all the tact of a sledgehammer, Clint blurts out:
“So which one of us do you like more?”
Bucky chokes on his drink.
Your eyes widen. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me,” Clint says, smug and pink-cheeked. “C’mon. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the heart-eyes you give Bucky.”
“Heart-eyes?” Bucky echoes, scandalized. “She practically crawled into your lap last night.”
“That was for warmth!” you protest. “It was cold!”
Clint leans in. “You like me more, don’t you?”
Bucky huffs, standing and rolling his sleeves. “Oh, please. She blushes every time I call her ‘doll.’”
“I blush because you say it like you want to eat me alive!” you shout, flustered.
They both pause.
Then grin.
Clint sits up straighter, eyes sharp. “Do you want that?”
Bucky raises an eyebrow. “Because I’d happily oblige.”
The air goes electric.
You swallow thickly. “You’re not seriously going to compete for me right now.”
“Oh,” Clint murmurs, his voice dropping. “But we are.”
Let the Games Begin
Clint moves first, crawling across the floor on his knees, settling beside you, fingers brushing your knee as he leans in.
“You remember that time I patched you up? Carried you outta that mess?” His voice is all low smoke. “I haven’t stopped thinking about how soft you looked in my arms.”
You shiver.
Bucky scoffs — then crosses the room in three steps, towering behind you. One hand rests heavy on your shoulder. The other tips your chin up so you’re looking straight into his eyes.
“And who was there every night after?” he growls. “Who stayed by your bed when you screamed in your sleep?”
Clint rolls his eyes. “Oh come on, stop guilt-tripping her. This isn’t a pity round.”
“She deserves to know who bleeds for her,” Bucky snaps.
“I would bleed for her!”
You groan, head spinning, thighs pressed together like that’ll help anything.
“Okay,” you blurt, “I like you both, okay?! I like both of you. I want both of you.”
Bucky’s hand slips down your arm, slow and reverent, like he’s rediscovering your skin. Clint leans in from the other side, lips brushing your ear, whispering:
“Then let us show you what that means.”
Fingers trace your hips. A kiss is pressed behind your ear. Someone lifts your legs into their lap. You’re trembling, breath hitching, drunk not on whiskey but on them.
Two sets of hands.
Two mouths.
And you — caught in the middle, adored like a prayer.
Clint is fire.
He’s already kissing your neck, open-mouthed and messy, hands hot on your thighs as he shoves your pajama shorts down like they offended him.
“She said both, Barnes. Don’t get greedy.”
But Bucky’s already behind you, palming your hips like he owns them. His voice is a growl in your ear, rough and filthy.
“She says she wants us. I don’t think she understands what that means.”
“Then teach her,” Clint mutters, licking into your collarbone like it’s his.
You’re being dragged into their war, and you’re thriving in the middle of it.
Bucky is ice.
Ice and metal, dragging cool fingertips up your spine as Clint dips between your legs. You cry out, hips bucking, and Bucky laughs — low, dark.
“Look at her, Barton. You barely touched her.”
Clint pulls back, smug.
“She’s just responsive. That’s what happens when you make her feel safe.”
“Safe?” Bucky murmurs, sliding a hand up to your throat. “Or ruined?”
You shudder. “Bucky—”
His lips ghost your ear. “Tell me to stop, sweetheart. Or tell me what you really want.”
Clint’s mouth between your legs is sin. He’s grinning like he knows every twitch of your body, and he does, he’s been cataloguing your gasps like a good archer tracks wind and breath.
“C’mon, baby. Give me that pretty little sound. Make him jealous.”
You do. Oh, you do. Your moan punches straight through Bucky’s chest.
He flips you before you can catch your breath, lifting you into his lap, grinding against your ass, voice venom and velvet.
“Now it’s my turn.”
“Don’t break her,” Clint warns, panting. “I’m not done.”
He watches your face as he slides in — slow, thick, unforgiving. You claw at his shoulders, his dog tags clinking against your skin.
“That’s it. Take it. All of me.”
“You gonna let him watch while I wreck you, baby?”
You nod — a shaky, desperate thing — and Clint groans like he’s the one inside you. He’s stroking himself shamelessly from the chair, watching Bucky thrust up into you with jaw clenched and eyes black.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So pretty when you’re ruined.”
Bucky fucks you like he’s branding you.
Clint watches like it’s art — and then joins again, crawling up to kiss your mouth while Bucky’s still buried deep inside.
“Next round’s mine,” he whispers.
“You’re not walking tomorrow.”
And you?
You laugh — drunk on touch and power and belonging.
“I don’t want to walk. I want this. You. Both of you.”
Two mouths find your throat. Two voices break together. And when you come — loud, wrecked, legs shaking — you scream both their names in the same breath.
And neither of them cares who came first.
Because in the end?
They both won.
The room smells like sweat and skin and something sacred.
You’re sprawled across the bed — not even sure whose bed this is anymore — tangled in a mess of blankets, your pulse still fluttering beneath the skin. Every inch of you hums, sore and sated.
Your body aches in the sweetest way, muscles slack, thighs sticky, lips kiss-bitten.
Bucky’s behind you, spooning you close, his arm a steel band around your waist. One finger traces idle shapes on your hip, slow and tender, like he’s trying to memorize you through touch.
Clint is in front of you, chest pressed to yours, nose tucked against your cheek, his breath warm and even. He hasn't said anything in a while. He just holds you, like he’s afraid if he lets go, you’ll disappear.
You blink slowly. “...I think I died.”
Clint chuckles. “If you did, you went out real happy.”
Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Still breathing, doll. Barely.”
Bucky’s the first to move.
He slips away with a muttered, “Don’t move,” and returns minutes later with a warm, damp cloth. He’s so gentle cleaning between your legs you almost cry — not from pain, but from the reverence in it.
“Too much?” he murmurs.
“No,” you whisper. “Just… too good.”
He presses his forehead to your knee, and for a moment he doesn’t move — breathing in your scent like it steadies him.
Clint vanishes too, only to come back with a cold bottle of water, a granola bar, and one of his dumb graphic tees.
“Here,” he says, helping you sit up. “Hydrate or you’re gonna regret everything tomorrow.”
“I’m already regretting nothing,” you murmur, but you take the water anyway.
Bucky’s shirt ends up on you. Clint’s hoodie ends up on Bucky. Somehow, they both end up holding you again.
You’re the one who breaks the silence this time.
“I meant it,” you whisper into the dim room. “Earlier. When I said I want both of you.”
Bucky shifts behind you, his nose brushing your temple. “We know.”
Clint’s voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “We want you too. Always have.”
Your throat tightens. “Is this… something? For real?”
Bucky’s hand slides under your borrowed shirt, palm over your heartbeat. “It’s real to me.”
“Same,” Clint says. “Messy and loud and stupid sometimes, but real.” He hesitates. “I don’t need a label. I just… don’t want anyone else. Not if I can have this.”
You nod slowly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I thought love was supposed to be easy.”
Bucky kisses your shoulder again. “Love’s not easy. But it’s worth it.”
Clint presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re worth it.”
Eventually, the three of you drift off, breath syncing like some strange, sacred spell.
Your head on Clint’s chest, Bucky curled around your back, their heartbeats anchoring you like stars you’ll never lose sight of.
The moon spills silver across the bed. Someone snores. Someone murmurs your name.
And all of it — the chaos, the comfort, the us-ness — finally makes sense.
“Are you gonna join us on the couch, or do you prefer straight up voyeurism? No judgement either way,” there was a teasing edge to Natasha’s voice despite the sincerity of her words.
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Request by @jemmaluvr : A oneshot where the reader is with a poly relationship with the og 6 avengers (+bucky) and she gets shot on a mission and almost dies
Note : Reader is an Avengers recruited by FURY (after Loki’s invasion in 2012) when she was still a mossaad agent. She quits after having accepted FURY’s offer. Italics means dialogues. I’m not a doctor so it might have medical innacurencies.
Masterlist // Request
I’ve never thought I’d be this kinda girl falling in love with more than one person at once. I’ve never thought I’d be an Avengers as well. I guess I was wrong for both. It’s not just lust, they are feelings that we can’t possibly deny, we genuinelly love each other so much. It was difficult in the beginning, none of us -except Thor- had ever experience the polyamorous dating thing so we didn’t know what to do and how to do it properly. Personnally, I’ve always known I was bisexual, being attracted by men and women never bothered me, but doing it at the same time scared me a little. Thor was the one coming up with an idea. Since I was to scared to be in a polyamorous relationship that early after meeting them -whereas we’re insanely close to each other- I’ll have to romantically bond with them one or two at a time. That was the best idea, proof is we’re still all together after that many years.
This morning we had a meeting for an upcoming mission in five days. We’ll be gone for maximum two weeks. Again some members of Hydra stole alien tech to build new ones, combined it with the supersoldier serum to create a powerfull weapon. This mission will be tough to handle we already know that, that’s why we appreciate the moment of calmness we can spend together. we have our ritual.
Bruce and Tony usually worked in the lab to prepare the weapon, verified the fonctionnality of Friday and the first aid kit we’ll be bringing with us. Once focus on the work at hand, they usually don’t eat, don’t sleep, so someone has to do something, I'm often the one. It’s been almost an entire day since we last saw the scientific bros. I decide to make both men a sandwich with french fries and some water. When I arrive in the lab Tony was looking at something in a microscope while Bruce was taking a nap on a chair. I put their food on the nearer desk and go to hug Tony from behind.
“I missed you today. I tell him while kissing the side of his neck.
I’m sorry sugar, we’ve been working on this all day...we didn’t see the time passing. He was looking me in the eyes, hugging me and kissing both of my cheeks.
Don’t appologize baby ! You need to rest, eat this and then we can go to be, all the three of us.
Sounds like a plan ! I was leaving his embrace, stroking his goatee affectionately while droping a kiss to the corner of his lips. I go to wake Bruce up by whispering sweet nothing to his hear.
Time to wake up my sweet, the day is over you’ll need to rest. I was both stroking his thighs and back simultaneously.
Y/n what happened ? He seems disoriented from sleep, it is a cute thing to watch.
Don’t worry, nothing is happening, you have to eat something and then we’ll go to bed.” I take him in my arms stroking him lightly.
Once they both finish eating, we go in my room to spend the night. We undress each other naked and lay bare for the other two to see. I am in the middle, we are grabing, touching, kissing each others. There is nothing overly sexual, not this time at least, but it is nice being between the arms of the men you desire. The three of us fall asleep lulling by the rythmic sounds of our heartbeats.
The next day I decide to spend time with Clint and Natasha. None of them had a good start in life, moreover they had fight an unhealthy amount of time during their life. I want to do something for them for a change. That’s why I prepare my room to receive them for a spa day. Everything is set to place, it am only missing one thing, the both of them. As I was searching for them all around the compound, I finally find them in Clint’s quarter reminding themselves of bad memories. They both look sad and guilty about something I know nothing about. I come to them silently until they see me. I gave them a huge hug and explain to them what I have in mind.
“You don’t need to do that y/n/n, we still love you all the same if not more. Clint says with a smile.
I don’t feel myself oblige to do anything my love, I say caressing the side of his neck, I do it because I love you, I then make eye contact with Nat, the both of you.”
I take them both by their hands and lead them to my room. Once inside I ask them to lay on the bed.
“Take off your clothes my heart and lay on your stomach, I demand to Nat, you my love may you lay on your back.” I passionately kiss the both of them.
I am starting to pour some oil on Nat’s back, then I begin massaging her tenderly. While doing it I couldn’t stop myself and lick the path of her spine. I hear her moan at this, which make me smile a little. when I finish her massage, she turne around to take me in her arms as well as Clint. As for Clint, I was straddling his lap and pour some more oil on my hands. I then rub his torso and let my fingers linger on his nipples. I hear him gasp and I gently apply more pression on them. he was starting to become vocal, I take his nipple in my mouth while playing with the other. Nat was kissing all over his torso while I was focusing on his nipples. He is a panting and moaning mess.
That’s how we get to bed this night , Clint in the middle while Nat and I fervently kissed him goodnight.
The day after I decide to go the American Museum of National History with my favorite supersoldiers. I know they both love history that’s how I’ve got this idea. I also want this to be special so I ask for it to be pivatized. When I had confirmation from the museum, I run up to warn them. They are training in hands combat when I enter.
“Gentlemen ! They both look in my direction once they hear my voice.
What’s up doll ? Steve ask as he aproach me. We hugged each other and I stretch one of my hand to link my fingers with Bucky’s.
I privatize the American Museum of National History for the three of us, I just need you to take a shower and we can go !” I was grinning at them. They are happy and couldn’t stop smiling at me.
When they finish to shower they come to me, the both of them ready to go. I take Steve by his arm and give him a side hug while holding Bucky by his belt loop.
Are you ready ?
For you doll without doubt ! Bucky says smirking down at me.
Don’t look at me like that honey or we won’t make it to the museum. I tell him our nose almost touching, the gap between us slowly disapearing by our kiss.
Not that it bothers me, but...I’m here too you know !? Steve says a bit shyly his cheek becoming red the more I look at him.
Come on handsome, let me show you how much I love you.” At my words he comes straight in my arms. I take his face in my hands and start lavishing his face in kisses ending it with a deep, intense and loving kiss on his lips.
The day in the museum si absolutely amazing, I learn so many new things and I got to spend time with the ones I love so deeply. When the time to return to the compound arrive we decide that we will go to steve’s bedroom that night.
We fall asleep together, me on my back while strocking Steve’s hair as Bucky was kissing me and giving us a side hug. It was warm, lovely.
The night before the last Thor ask me if I want to go stargazing with him from the roof of the compound. I clearly know nothing about astrology an all of this, but the fact that Thor ask me is enough for me. He prepare everything, lounge chairs, blankets, pillows and obviously snaks. Everything looks so cozy, perfect for a romantic evening. Usually I’m the one preparing this kind of moment -he tends to be lost with midgardians way of courting- and I love it, it enables me to make it the most perfect evening it can be, even if he settles for little.
“Are you confortable my lady ? Do you need more blankets ? He is being considerate.
Yummy bear, I just need your body next to me as you cuddle the life out of me while telling me stories of the stars and Asgard.”
He comes next to me, cuddle me on my side while covering me entirely. We eat some poptarts, drink juice and speak about nothing and everything. As the night goes on we are beginning to whisper our love for one another, gently kissing his nose and lips, he iis stroking all of my body, I am beginning to feel hot as well as him. I am palming himself under the covers, he iis panting really hard. After some times of not platonic cuddling we calm ourselves and talk some more about his life, his adventures, his familly.
We should go to bed yummy bear it’s getting late an I’m a bit sleepy. I yawns while speaking.
Of course my queen !” He is caressing my hair while kissing the top of my head. He then take me in his arm bridal style and bringing to his room. He take off my clothe and do the same with his own, he then spoon me for the rest of the night lightly pecking my neck during the night.
As much as we like and love our time together -when we are not all together- we also love being together all at once especially before a big mission. We usualy go in Thor or Tony’s room because they have the biggest bed capable of welcoming the eight of us. We spend the evening and the night naked -naked is highly favored by all of us- it allows us more access to the bodies of the ones we cherish. During those nights we kiss, touch, strok, hug, cuddle and more. This night Thor is laying between Steve and Bucky, the three of them on their back. I am laying on my back, on Thor’s torso. Seeing each others nakedness make our lust and passion grow. As Thor enters me slowly, intimately I stretche both of my arms to stroke Steve and Bucky’s cock. The amount of pleasure we are starting to feel was unparallele. Soon Natasha comes on my right side and is starting to lick, nibble and suck my tits with a much enjoyable fervour. Steve take advantage of her small frame to change her position so that he pussy is met with a hungry Steve. She gasp in surprise and let out the most beautiful, sinful moan I’ve ever heard. At the same time Tony comes to my other side, sensually kissing my breast while gently kneading it. The same way Steve did to Natasha, Bucky grasp Tony’s ass and hips to place him right in front of his mouth. Bucky is starting to salivate in anticipation, he then take Tony in his mouth -first licking the throbbing vein, then sucking the leaking tip until Tony is a moaning mess- and starts playing with his ring muscle until he could insert his fingers. As for Clint he starts to stimulate my pulsating clit -I am so sensitive it makes me moan hoarsely- in order to enter me just like Thor did. Once he iis seated inside me, the feel of Thor’s cock and my walls squeezing him was almost to much for him to handle. He rest his face in the valley of my breast moaning like crazy. This sight of him was so out of charactere it makes Tony and Natasha melt and slopilly kiss the side of his head. Bruce himself was licking Clint’s ass an poking his thumb inside of him. When he is ready, he strikes his cock a few times before entering Clint, the intense and sudden pleasure is like nothing he has ever known. The once silent room was now replace by a moaning symphony. The sound of skin against skin, smooching kisses, groans, moans, growls, trembling limbs...all of this lead to the most frenzied orgasm imaginable. It feels like home.
Hydra Base
We arrive at the base, everything is strangely calm, not a living sound. We decide to be carefull, more than usual. Thor and Tony survey the surrounding through the air. Natasha and Clint get inside first -using the front door- while Steve and Bucky enter the base thanks to an emercency exit located on the other side of the building. Bruce stays in the Quinjet for a code green. I'm the last one to enter, my task is to hack into their system to collect informations about the wereabout of the weapons, the person being part of Hydra... . Everything is fine until it's not. Hydra agents are coming to kill us, that is a trap and we fell into it. We fought against them and we are winning. Thor is using his hammer, thunder coming right from it and his eyes, Tony has destroyed their vehicules so they are all stucked on here with us. Clint and Natasha on the front side of the base while Steve and Bucky do the other side. The Hulk finally comes to smash several Hydra agents. That is a violent combat, blood is spilled everywhere, some agents are moaning in pain and agony. I am not fighting, too busy collecting data. That's why i didn't see the man with a gun behind me.
Suddenly a deafening silence. They don't understand where this gun shot is coming from.
"Where is y/n ? Asks Bruce, worryness in his voice.
She was collecting data, this way ! Natasha answers.
The gun shot we heard was coming from there we have to go and find her !!" Bucky loudly speaks worry tears in his eyes.
As all the Avengers are running to get to me, I am laying unconcious a bulet in my chest. When they find me, scream of horror, sadness and fear could be heard throughout the base. Bruce is the first one to come to me -being a doctor an all- he is trying to see if I have a pulse.
She’s barely alive, her pulse is weak and I think the bullet is still inside of her. We’ll have to get her to medical care urgently !
Thor, get y/n/n to the quinjet, Tony you will bring Bruce with you maybe you could stabilize her ! We will meet you there.”
Once on the quinjet Bruce tries to see if he can remove the bullet from my body. Unfortunately it’s impossible to do it right there with so little medical furnitures. The bullet was lodge close to my heart, one wrong movement and I can bleed out to death. Everyone was in tears, affraid of what could happen to me. Each of them iis touching a part of my body lightly, kissing my hands and face.
Medical Bay
I am still uncouncious but I am safe. The bullet has been removed from my body by doctor Cho herself. But I still won’t wake up.
“Why isn’t she awake yet ! Screams Tony, his hands in his hair never stopping to cry since they found me.
Sometimes it happened, there are not always a reason... Dr Cho explains.
You mean that she might not wake up at all ? Asks Steve, eyes red from crying.
What if I get her to Asgard ?
Even if she’s stable right know, travelling is too unpredictable for her state.” Bruce says lowering his head.
As the conversation goes on about my state, Clint is crying next to me, holding my hands an kissing my forehead. Their sadness surprised everyone, the love they could see in their eyes are like the purest thing in the universe. They all stayed with me during my recovery leaving me only to go shower, eat something and use the bathroom. They are surrounding me, each holding, touching a part of my body.
It’s been more than a week now and still no sign of awakening. They are tired but stayed with me none the less. Some of them -Tony, Nat and Clint- even faint from exhaustion.
One of their ritual since our return is to kiss me goodnight before going to sleep -in the same medical room as me- that way even during the night I’ll stil feel their presence next to me. Each of them took turn kissing me on the lips and whispering their love to my hears. Few seconds after the last kiss I hear the sweet voice of one of my lover whispering “I love you” to my face. I finaly open my eyes.
“I love you too, all of you” I tenderly say with a voice hoarse from disuse.
"Do you ever think about how strange the way we met was?" The question prompted the younger man to look over questioningly, a brow raised. Eyes running over his wife sleeping on their mutual soulmate (and husband's) lap.
"Rhodey-bear what at all are you talking about? All this time I thought our "meet cute" was something out of a lifetime movie, and you've been thinking it was weird?" He asks incredulously raising a hand to his chest in offense.
"Okay, no that's not what I meant. It's just' he looks down a the girl in his lap, hands running over her split dyed hair. 'I met the two of you when you were minors, I was a grown man and you two were kids, I can't help but feel in some ways I took advantage of you guys, or like I'm still doing it- ugh!
James suddenly stops speaking, his sullen tone of voice interrupted by a girly shriek. He looks at the offending hand on his shoulder, deeply upset and shocked by the sudden burst of pain.
"Let me stop you right there. You did absolutely nothing wrong, we are your soulmates. My love, Tony and I are with you because we want to be, not because you met us at an impressionable age, there are mates who met as literal babies, there are people who have unfortunately seen their mates being born. While it’s uncomfortable for everyone involved, it happens. No one and I repeat no one can control it- If we didn't want to be with you you'd know. You're ours Rhodey, and we're yours."
The monologue left Rhodey in silence and Tony nodding in agreement- knowing the three of them met at M.I.T. Himself a new student, at 15, Lottie a prospective early graduate of high school at (16 or 17 he can't quite remember) touring the campus, and their Honey Bear a young man in his early 20's preparing to join the United, States Air Force.
Tony kneels down to sit next to his two lovers, "I'm not great with words, but you two are the only two stable, and good things I've had my entire life. Regardless of how or when we met; we'd love you till' the end of time."
Uhhh idk y'all I have cravings and just need to get them out. As always no smut cause we sex repulsed up in this house babes. Anyways this is a Loki x Bucky x Reader imagine. And also the reader is a werewolf.
Like I said it's a lot and idk but I needed it to be written
Weird. Weird was the only way you could describe your life. First off was the fact that you were a werewolf. Yes like a full on werewolf, a night with a full moon? You completely lost ability to control yourself, you had to chain yourself up to protect everyone in the vicinity. The rest of the time you were mostly fine, at night you could take your werewolf form by choice and control yourself, it was only nights with a full moon that left you deranged. The rest of the time you were just you, a person, with an unusually acute sense of smell and some other wolf like traits.
The nights you chained yourself were the worst. You'd fall asleep a good while before it got dark, always bored by the fact that you were stuck and didn't want anything you could tear to shreds near you. Then hours later you'd wake up, on the floor feeling worse than hungover, and have to slowly unravel the chains from around yourself, pick up anything you had broken, patch the inevitable holes in your wall and place the rug Mack over the torn up flooring.
At least, it had been this way for years, more recently you'd found a good use for all of this werewolf stuff. One night you'd gotten out of your chains and had been causing horror in the forest surrounding the small upstate town you lived in. You had caused enough problems that the Avengers were called in to keep you from murdering anyone.
Finally when you changed back to yourself and woke up they talked it out with you. It wasn't any different to them than Hulk getting out of control, but it wasn't safe for you to keep living in your ruined apartment where no one could keep an eye on you on those nights. That was how you'd found yourself forced to move into the Avengers compound.
It wasn't all bad, you had a secure room you could tear up on nights of the full moon, and plenty of attractive heroes to spend time with. For a while you lived there as more of a guest than prisoner until at some point some idiots decided to attack the compound. That's when you finally revealed you could make controlled changes other nights. You had been an amazing addition to their team and that was how you'd become an avenger a couple years prior.
Your life had only gotten better from there, it was like you had a family. You hadn't had one of those before, moving from foster home to foster home until you were 16, when you had somehow become a werewolf. You had no idea if you'd been but or if it was just in your genes and finally activated but it was what it was. You'd run for it at that point, able to survive on your own until you were 18, thanks to the fact that being part wolf allowed you to just live in the forest and not have to worry so much about what you ate.
Your life was going smoothly up until about a year ago. That was when, a few weeks apart some new members joined the team.
First there was Loki, he hadn't paid you any attention until that first night you transformed when he was around. Something about the way you couldn't control your actions in that form and the fact that you could change, it fascinated him. He had slowly begun to spend more time with you, asking questions about your abilities and so on. It was through all of this that you had grown close to him, probably the only person he was close too and would let get close to him.
The second one to come was Bucky, Steve's childhood friend. He had been rescued from Hydra and rehabilitated, you'd just been being friendly, making sure he was comfortable in the compound since you'd been in that spot a few years prior. The both of you had become fast friends, having a similar sense of humor and enjoying laughing at Steve.
The three of you would hang out together, watch movies as you caught the both of them up on earth culture that they'd have no idea about. It was behind your back during these times of all of you hanging out that Loki and Bucky would be glaring at each other, making rude comments to each other when you left the room and competing for your attention.
The two were good at hiding it from you, but not the others, especially not Thor and Steve. Thor and Loki were brothers, and Bucky and Steve might as well have been brothers. They could easily see how they would restrain themselves from lashing out at each other in your presence, forcing themselves to simple glares and stealing your attention from the other.
This competition made it awkward for anyone who was in the room with the two of them when you weren't there as well. Which had lead to the three of you spending more time alone as no one wanted to get in between the two when you weren't there.
It went on for months, and you were oblivious, until, one night with a full moon. You'd warned them that you wouldn't be able to join them that evening as you needed to lock yourself up. It was an especially rough night for you, and the two idiots hadn't been able to keep themselves away and listen to your cries from outside the cell.
They'd both burst in, wanting to comfort you, and you unable to control your actions attacked them. You'd always been starving those nights, ravenous for any game you could hunt down. Human or not it made no difference to you, it was as you lunged that they realized their mistake. They had to work together to restrain you, leading to the three of you laying on the floor of the cell together as they held you.
You had struggled all night, and as always when you changed back you instantly passed out from exhaustion. The two were also tired out from having to hold you down all night to prevent themselves from dying. It was then and there that they had silently agreed that they would work together to protect you at all costs. They didn't get up, and neither did you, that day the padded floor was your bed.
When you woke up the two of them were wrapped around you, fast asleep. You were trapped in their embrace, since you were only human when you weren't a wolf and the two of them had super strength. They had slept for a while longer, keeping you trapped there for long enough to come to the realization that they'd been competing for your attention for months.
When they did wake up and realized that they were cuddling not only you but also each other they jumped away from the embrace. Leaving you to suddenly flop to the floor since you'd been being supported by the two men. You groaned and sat up to stretch, looking at the both of them as they, embarrassedly, avoided eye contact.
"I hope the both of you know you're idiots. I'm going to have to make sure the others keep you out of here from now on, I don't want to hurt you."
Bucky mutters something about it being worth it to keep you comfortable.
"I'm Asgardian, even in your wolf form you cannot harm me," Loki protests.
Bucky laughs, "yeah, keep telling yourself that. I'm pretty sure she would have torn you to shreds had I not also been here."
You sigh and shake your head as you get up off the floor, letting yourself out to go find something to eat and leaving them where they were on the floor.
They must have figured something out that night, come so some sort of conclusion about their shared feelings for you and wanting to keep you out of harms way. The two approached you while you were eating practically everything you could find in the kitchen. They both then and there admitted their feelings, and asked you to choose, they didn't want to be fighting over you anymore.
You'd silently looked at the both of them as you finished your food, not giving a response after you'd gotten up to get your second cup of coffee. "I'm not choosing," you state simply, and when they both open their mouths you continue before they can interject. "You two are my best friends, and I've realized I have been oblivious to both of your advances. But you cannot make me choose between the two of you, I won't loose a friendship over this... plus I don't think I could choose if my life depended on it."
They were both completely confused at this point, not having a single clue where you were going with this.
"Look," you say firmly, "both of you like me. I like both of you. I'm not loosing my best friendships over something as dumb as choosing one man over another." You pause, deciding to just say what you were thinking, "if the two of you can overcome your differences the three of us could be together. All or nothing. If you cannot do this then I suggest the both of you get over it and know we will be nothing more than friends. I'm going to go shower and get changed and the two of you can come find me when you've talked it out."
With that you walked out of the kitchen and to your bedroom, leaving them to stare at your back and then each other in shock. You go and take a nice long shower that is much needed, sure, you were worried about how they'd react. If they'd both start ignoring you and you'd loose those friendships after all that, or if maybe the three of you could be something more together. Sure you had thought about it before that point but you'd been oblivious to their advances and you hadn't wanted to start a love triangle. But then, as you were lying on the floor in both of their arms you'd come to the realization, if they were willing to give it a try why couldn't you all be together.
It would keep you from having to choose, hopefully keep from jealousy and maybe the two could see they didn't need to fight over your attention. But who knows, maybe the idea disgusted them, and would just scare them away. You shake the thoughts from your mind and relax the rest of the time you're in the shower.
You exited your bathroom fully dressed, with a towel in your face as you dried your hair. It wasn't until you dropped your towel in the laundry basket and turned around that you saw both Bucky and Loki standing awkwardly in your room waiting for you.
"So?" Is all you can bring yourself to ask, the courage you had last time you'd faced them was all but gone.
They share a glance with each other then look back at you, "we're willing to give it a go, for you," Bucky says.
"Yes, we are," Loki confirms. "It was rude of us to try and make you choose, we have no right to demand that of you, and we would like to apologize."
"We aren't exactly sure how it'll work out... seeing as we haven't done anything but see each other as competition but we'll give it a shot to make you happy," Bucky concludes for the two men.
You can't stop the huge grin that breaks out across your face as they speak, running over and hugging them both tightly as soon as they finish. "Thank you- thank you for understanding-" you look at the two, who only have their arms around you, but that's fine.
You look at them, wanting to kiss the both of them, but how to go about that without jealousy with who you kiss first you had no idea so you just saved that problem for later. "I'm still exhausted from last night... I'm going to take a nap, would you like to join me?"
They both agree to it, Bucky had changed since you'd shredded his clothes the night before. Loki had used magic at some point to either protect or change his clothes so he was already good to go. The three of you climb into your bed and it's comfortable, one of them on either side of you, and you expect to fall asleep quickly.
Things don't always life up to your expectations though. The two men were obviously still tired as well and they fell asleep before you. Even in their sleep they were fighting over you as though you were a blanket they had to share.
It was kind of cute and made your heart flutter, but you'd never be able to sleep like this. You aren't quite sure how you manage it but you get them to come closer together, throwing a leg over Bucky and using his chest as a pillow while Loki acted as your big spoon. After you get into this position the two seem content, and finally stop tugging you back and forth, and you fall asleep in their arms.
This cuddly tug of war had gone on for months. But slowly the two realized that the other wasn't so bad. There was less bickering and they even seemed to enjoy the other's company at some moments. Everyone noticed and wondered how the hell you'd tamed the two.
You kept the relationship quiet, not mentioning it to anyone since it was still kind of just a trial period. You had no idea how long they'd be able to stand this situation so you were going to make the most of it. At least that was the plan until one day things just kind of flipped. Suddenly you'd enter a room and they wouldn't be sitting apart as they waited for you, but they'd be sitting next to each other, sometimes even hugging. It all became real when you'd walked in for one of your planned cuddle sessions after a night of a full moon, to find the two men not only waiting on your bed for you but they had started the kissing without you! Needless to say after you arrived all of you had some fun that day despite your exhaustion.
Yet, things were quiet about the three of you being together. Sure they had ideas of what might be happening but no one had any proof. At least they didn't until one night the three of you were watching a movie together and had fallen asleep towards the end. The next morning they'd found you three on the couch, with Loki and you sandwiching Bucky between you. Loki's tall slender form was the big spoon, with one arm clearly wrapped around Bucky's waist. Then there was you, somehow wrapped around the two men, a leg thrown over theirs arms around their shoulders and hands in their hair. Bucky had his arms tightly around you, holding you to his chest and Loki's other hand had found it's way to act as your pillow.
After this, there were no doubts, money might have been exchanged to settle bets. But also the three of you never heard the end of it.
"You three should get a room."
"Aww it's cute Bucky and Loki decided to let you be their teddy bear."
"So which one do you love more?"
That last question was the first and last time anyone tried to ask that. The death glares from you and Bucky, plus the fact you had both whispered something to Loki and he'd glared for a moment longer before a mischievous smile flashed across his face. Yeah, there was still plenty of teasing but none of them made comments like that anymore. Who knows what you and Bucky would have let Loki do if they had.
The three of you are still practically inseparable, you had always been close to each other before this started but now Bucky and Loki were close as well. Things were perfect, except for the fact that they still tried to sit with you through the full moon nights. You'd had to make absolutely sure with Tony that neither of them could get into that room. Magic, technology and everything was put into preventing it. You tried to convince them that it wouldn't be so bad to just cuddle each other on the nights you could be there. They didn't like it, and would whine when you had to leave them but the promise of plenty of cuddles after while you recovered your energy as enough to keep them from finding a way to break into the cell.
So yeah, things were weird, but a good weird. You, your two boyfriends who kissed you and each other. It wasn't normal or typical but the three of you were happy. Misfits who had hurt people in their lives and come to regret it, who'd found each other and helped each other be better. All of you had bad nights with nightmares but with two people who loved you to hold you as each of you went through it, things became bearable. Things were far from perfect but they were your not normal, not typical weird that to you was everything.
