starlight-speller

The knock at the door had you on edge. It was well past a reasonable time for company and you hadn't been expecting anyone. Your eyes flit to what's closest to the front door, and anything you can use to protect myself if opening the door goes south. You silently pad your way to the front, sporting a huge Captain America shirt that falls to your thighs. You take a deep breathe before opening the door and...

Before you have time to register what is happening, you am crushed into a giant hug. It's Steve, he's home. It takes a few minutes for the adrenaline to step aside before you properly hug him back. He had been gone for ages- two weeks and 4 days to be exact. You feel tears prick your eyes as you nuzzle in closer. You had missed him so, so much but you hadn't expected him back for another few days. You look up at him to say "I missed you," "I'm glad you’re safe," "You scared me to death"-anything but you are met with a crushing kiss. You’re slowly pressed up against the inside of the front door, hearing it close with a click. He kisses me deeply and you can feel the words he isn't saying: he missed me too.

When he finally gives me a chance to breath you say, "What are you doing here? I thought I was supposed to meet you at the tower on Friday?" We didn't come to my apartment often, in fact, Steve had only been here one other time. You both had rooms at the tower and that is where most of your time was spent. You had been recovering from an injury that kept you out of the latest mission, which is the only reason you had been staying here instead. You realize Steve is still in his suit and his shield is still strapped to his back- he must've walked straight off the Quinn Jet and straight to his car to come here. Not that you were complaining, the suit did wonders on his already perfect body. You preen at the fact he couldn't wait a moment longer to see you, because that is how you always felt about him too.

"We were able to wrap up early. There was no need to drag the mission out anymore, not when I have a pretty girl sitting at home waiting on me." Cap says, pressing another kiss, but this one to your forehead. You blush furiously, realizing just how long it had been since he held you, touched you. You flush even more when he tilts his head, smirking at you. He had heard your heart beat kick up, curse him and that super soldier hearing-

Next thing you know, your feet are off the ground as Steve hauls you up and carries you back towards your room. Anxiety prickles in the back of your mind because you and Steve had never done anything like that here. You weren't sure that the hand-me-down full size bed would provide enough space for the two of you. Before you can protest though, you back meets the mattress and Steve is grinning down at you.

"I missed you. I missed you so much I couldn't wait for you to get to the tower. I need you darlin'" He says, punctuating his sentences with kisses up your leg, staring near your ankle and working his way up, up, up....

You quickly tug his hair and pull him up for another kiss, this one deeper, more sensual as he trails a hand under your oversized t-shirt. He leaves it on but when he reaches your underwear and slowly gives them a tug down. You gasp when he gently thrusts against you, feeling him, feeling how much he wants you-needs you. "Please." You let out, a plea and a command and a whine all at once.

Everything is a blur from there, kisses, bites, skin-you are both starving, desperate. Steve was incredible, and you could tell the pent up energy was starting to get to him. He was going hard, rougher that usual and you would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying yourself. Steve gives a particularly delicious thrust you hear the bed make a cracking sound that has you both freezing. Shame paints your face, a little embarrassed. Steve decides to ignore it, thrusting again, hard, deep-

Crack!

Steve looks flustered and frustrated, before quickly smiling to himself. "Wait here doll, just a second- be right back." He says soothingly when you whine at his withdrawal. You feel the euphoria wearing off as you wait for him to come back, your mind starting to race about what in the world he could be doing.

But oh gods was it worth it when you see Steve, America's golden boy, lean in your door frame, naked as the day he was born, with his shield in one hand and a devious smirk on his face. You lay there, drinking him in, broad shoulders, delicious abs, his long, hard-

You wake to sun light pushing through your curtains. You stretch and let out a sigh as you roll over in the bed. You were on summer break from uni finally and were currently enjoying your summer at, what used to be, the Black family lake house. Sirius mentioned the place to you and Remus last summer and you enthusiastically agreed to the idea of having a place for the three of you to have that you could call home. While you finished your last year of uni and Remus wrapped up his year of teaching, Sirius spent his time bringing life back into the house and wiping away the disastrous memories that dimmed the place for far too long. Your days were spent tanning on the dock, which was completely private. You lounged in the sun until you couldn’t stand it and had to jump into the water to cool off.

You roll out of bed and select a strapless bikini. Your shoulders and back were covered in different lighter lines and you were hoping to level them out in today’s tanning session. Bounding down the stairs, you are blessed with the smell of breakfast being made. Sure- there were plenty of times you did things like cooking and cleaning but it was never expected or forced upon you and you admired your boys for that. None of you were necessarily morning people but Remus could usually rouse himself with the thought of coffee, so you aren’t surprised when you round the corner and see it’s him frying up pancakes- chocolate chip, to be exact.

“Morning,” you say with a smile as you make your way into the kitchen to watch Remus at work. Sirius is already at one of the bar stools and yanks you into his arms, pulling your back against his chest. Kisses are pressed to your shoulders in rapid succession, forcing a giggle out of you.

“Hey, stop that, it tickles!” You squeak out, to no avail. He continues kissing all over your back and shoulder. It wasn’t unusual for Sirius to shower you with affection, but the placement of his kisses was rather odd. However, you choose to ignore it.

“Morning bun, sleep well?” Sirius asks, resting his head on your shoulder as he holds you close. His voice is still soft and gravely and you know he probably only woke up moments before you. You nod in the affirmative before you scoot yourself onto the barstool he is on, practically melting into his lap. A happy sigh escapes you as the two of you watch Remus work.

When he gets to a point he can walk away from the stove, Remus comes over to you and places a kiss on your forehead, before returning to cooking. “Good morning, lovely.” He says in that soft voice he always uses and you feel a blush tint your cheeks. A few moments of silence pass before he speaks again.”If you want to lay out today, please wear sunscreen. The weather says it will be very hot and I don’t want you frying yourself.” The last few pancakes are plated up as he speaks. You flush at the attention. Obviously you were in a swimsuit, so it’s not like your plans were a secret, but the attention he puts into taking care of you never ceased to make you feel like the happiest person in the world.

“Yes sir” You reply with a sassy wink and bump of the hip as you all take your plates to the table. Remus raises an eyebrow at your choice of words and it causes you to grin. You all eat in comfortable silence until you simply can’t take it anymore.

“Sirius, if you stare at me any longer, you’re going to burn a hole through me.” You say jokingly but with a very no nonsense tone.

“I am not staring- I am admiring.” He states, not at all embarrassed by the fact you called him out. Then again, Sirius never really got embarrassed. He openly checked you out often, and was never shy about complementing you.

“I appreciate your admiration, but I’m fairly sure you’ve seen my shoulders before today.” You say, smiling as you poke at him, knowing he has seen far more than that.

“I’m admiring the craftsmanship.” he adds, smiling into his mug as he sips his coffee, which consists of more sugar than anything. He says it so matter of fact, and that only adds to your confusion. You tilt your head and squint, hoping he will elaborate.

“The lines dovey, look at them. So precise, so pale. Like the sun herself took out a ruler,” he says, using hand motions to articulate and smiling all the while.

Your coffee nearly comes through your nose when you finally realize he has been looking at your tan lines. Of all things!

“He spent 20 minutes yesterday trying to decipher the width of your different bikini straps and how long you have to sit out in order to get a line.” Remus says, never looking up from the newspaper laid out on his side of the table, but smirking as he snitches on Sirius.

Your jaw drops as you whip your head to Sirius, “There is no way that’s true! It’s just a tan line!”

“It’s not ‘just’ anything. It’s the suns gift to me and I am eternally grateful.” He says and while you are still both smiling, you realize he is very serious.

“We’ll get a good long look at them, because the goal today is to not have any more strappy lines.” You say, wiggling your shoulders as you do to emphasize that this top doesn’t have any straps. You take another bite of pancake and after a few moments of complete silence, you look back to Sirius.

He looks murderous.

“No way, absolutely not. Go change- now” He says, positively outraged. He tries to use his bossy voice but the effect is lost on you. You shake your head, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“He’s not joking love, he has spent the last three days talking about how we could get a paw print tan-line on you.” Remus says, sipping his coffee as you feel his eyes flit over your chest. You realize your lines haven’t escaped his notice either.

“You two are ridiculous!” You say, crossing your arms but flushing at the attention you are getting. You like the idea of having them so enamored over something so meaningless, so innocent! It was fun to rile them up without even trying.

“Go put on a different top and I will be your personal pool boy for the day” Sirius says, partially bowing to show his service.

“Now I do like the sound of that.” You say, feigning consideration as you tap you chin in thought.

“The purple one.” Remus says, never even looking up from his reading. When neither of you respond he looks up and adds, “Your purple swimsuit. I like the way it ties high on your neck and leaves lines that I can see, even with a shirt on.” He says it as if it was the most obvious statement in the world. Again, his attention has you falling for him all over again. The look on both of their faces makes the decision for you.

“Fine, I guess I can go change. But I expect a nice cold drink by my tanning chair when I get back.” You say to Sirius, pointing at him.

Today marked day 5 of being trapped in a cabin, in the middle of nowhere. As far as safe houses go, this one was quaint and safe. You were actually excited to stay here until you woke up in the morning you were meant to be leaving and realized you can’t even open the door due to the mounds of snow blockading it. Which means you would be trapped here- with no idea of how long. To make matters worse, you were stuck with the only other person who had been on the mission with you, Steve.

The first two days were a breeze. You mostly slept, and let your body recover from the physically demanding mission you were returning from. Steve slept too, but while you slept in the living room near the fire, he slept in a bedroom towards the rear of the house. You two settled into a routine. Every morning you would hear Steve slowly getting ready, way too early in the morning. However, you would feign sleep until you heard the back door click shut. You would stretch, toss on one of the sweaters you found in the closet, and fix a cup of coffee. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed the break. Nothing existed here, no outside stress or responsibilities, just sit and wait out the snow. You had always loved snow days growing up, and you felt your heart give a nostalgic twinge every-time you woke up near the fire place, before you fully remembered where you were.

On day three, you took your cup of coffee to the window. Luckily Steve had managed to get out the back door of the house every morning to gather wood so you wouldn’t freeze to death. You peak out the window and you nearly drop your full mug.

Steve wasn’t just going to the barn to collect it, no he was fully embracing the mountain energy and doing his best to look like a true lumberjack. You felt yourself lean even closer to the icy window as you watched the muscles in his back and arms flex and relax, flex and relax. Every swing felt like some kind of mini porno and you quickly pull back when you realize you’re fogging up the glass.

Embarrassment flames across your face and you know you must be blushing an obscene shade of pink. You quickly scurry back to your spot on the couch to collect yourself. You try to think reasonably.

It’s okay, it’s okay. Men who are lumberjacks are objectively hot. It’s okay that you found him hot, while he was doing a hot task. It doesn’t mean you’re attracted to him or anything- no, of course not. It just means-

“Enjoying yourself?” You hear Steve’s voice cut through your inner monologue and you jump hard enough to have a little hot coffee splash onto your bare leg. You yelp slightly at the feeling. You were in the aforementioned borrowed sweater and a pair of pajama shorts you had packed. You were now really wishing you had packed sweatpants or something that left you feeling less….exposed. Steve has mercy on your flustered state and says, “Do you do this at home? Every morning I find you in the same spot, curled up with a cup of coffee. I feel like I’ve never even seen you drink coffee at the tower.”

You blush a little at the observation. “Everything is just, slower here. At home everything is always racing by, but here- here I feel like I can sit and just breathe.” You realize that was a lot of information for a simple question and you quickly coverup your vulnerability by tacking on, “Plus, it’s warm, and you know, its freezing outside so, it helps.”

Steve nods in consideration, heading toward the fireplace. He adds in fresh wood and tends the fire but when he is done, he doesn’t turn away, he turns towards you. You feel his eyes rake over your legs which are propped on the coffee table. You have on fuzzy socks, then lots of bare leg until the short ruffle of your shorts.

“Didn’t you bring any pants?” His voice comes out a little biting and it shocks you for a second. Steve wasn’t usually one to snip at anyone.

“Um…no. I’m sorry, I didn’t know what the weather would be and I’m not really a pajama person-“ You answer before realizing the meaning of your words and you feel your heart practically stop in your chest. You want to correct yourself, you want to take back the words. You are trying to think of a way to back pedal from the fact you just admitted to usually sleeping naked, when Steve lets out a small laugh and saying:

“That’s okay, neither am I.”

And with that, he walks out of the living room, back towards his bedroom and all you can do is stare as you let those words ring out in your brain.

What in the world just happened?

That was two days ago and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t spent the past two morning at the window, watching Steven chop wood. Then you would sprint back to the couch when you realized he was walking back toward the house. Things had been…weird ever since the pajama incident. It’s like everything you said you tried to screen before hand to make sure it didn’t come out dirty or an innuendo. You are lost in thought when Steve comes into the living room.

“I have some bad news. Radio says tonight will be the coldest night yet. I think I have cut enough wood but it’s supposed to get to -15 degrees.” Steve says as he unloads a large load of wood in the corner. “You may want to find something more blankets.” Is all he says before heading back out into the snow.

A few hours later and Steve was right-it was freezing. You are on the floor, as close to the fire as possible, teeth chattering and shivering. You have no idea how you will get to sleep when you hear a large thud behind you. Steve has tossed a large pile of blankets on the floor before commenting “I can hear your teeth chattering from back in my room. Figure you could use a few more of these.”

You are about to thank him when he sits down next to you. That causes your thoughts to change quickly. “Wh-what are you doing?” You ask, not trying to be rude but also confused.

“My room is an icebox darling, surely you can share the fire. I won’t sleep on the couch with you don’t worry, I will sleep here on the floor.” Steve says jokingly but there is a tone to his voice that lets you know he really won’t sleep in here if you aren’t comfortable.

“I can sleep on the floor! I don’t mind.” You say, sure that he would likely be more comfortable on the couch.

“You trying to sleep with me doll? You can just ask.” He says with a wicked smile and oh- he looks so beautiful. It’s the charming, golden boy smile that makes your heart all our flutter, and the lilt of mischief has you positively burning up.

“I-that is not- I just meant-“ but before you can explain, a large hand has reached over and grabbed your thigh, stopping you in your tracks.

“I’m just teasing. Besides I can’t let a pretty girl sleep on the floor, it would be un-chivalrous.” he says, patting your leg in reassurance, “That is, of course, unless you are wanting to share body heat.” He says and he winks at you. What has gotten into him?? This golden boy, who doesn’t even swear is not looking at you like he wants to positively devour you.

Your face feels so warm that you scoot back a bit from the fire, but you try and deflect by saying “uh-oh Captain, I think you’re getting cabin fever. It must be getting to your head.” you say. You plan to place your hand on his forehead and pretend to take his temperature, when his large hand encircles your wrist.

He lets out on a low, gritty tone, “I assure you, I am perfectly clear headed.” There is a silence. A look shared between the two of you. The words hang in the air, weighing on the two of you. But then the moment breaks-

And he is on you in mere moments.

His lips are unapologetic. He places on hand on your face and the other holds him up above you. He lets his fingers thread into your hair, pulling your face closer. It’s hungry, it’s desperate, it’s so different than who he usually is. He borderline growls when you bite his bottom lip and it sends a shiver down your spine. He watches your reaction before pulling your hair, guiding his mouth to your ear. “You like when I’m a little rough with you?” He asks and though his tone is hard, he also pauses for a moment, looking into your face, genuinely looking for an answer.

You are speechless, flushed from the kiss and the sweater that now feels entirely too warm. You settle for a nod and he yanks your hair, tilting your head back, exposing your neck before grounding out, “Use your words.”

You manage to squeak out a small “Yes, yes I do.” in between your ragged breathes. He smirks at your obedience before crafting into your lips again.

He kisses you for what feels like ages, like he’s been starved. Every moment from the last few days replays in your head. Every little touch, every little comment, every lingering look,all of it rushes over you and you realize you’ve been doing the same to him.

You are lost in the kiss, in the feeling, deep in your own head but that comes to a halt when you feel a warm hand sneak under your shirt and touch the icy skin of your stomach. You gasp at the feeling and look up at Steve.

“You’ve been torturing me in these little things you call shorts.” He says, dipping his fingers below the waist line in the front, causing you to shiver. “I think it’s time we get rid of them.” He goes from gentle to super soldier at lightning speed. One minute your shorts are on, the next your shorts have been ripped off and Steve stares, shocked at your bareness. You squirm under his gaze but before you can be nervous he goes, “You’re not a pj girl. Not a panties girl either?” he asks taking you in. You giggle and shake your head no. “You are gonna be the death of me.” He says, before quickly shoving your legs apart and taking in the sight of you. He lowers his face down, lower and lower until I can feel his breath on me. I gasp but just before he makes contact I push him back. The effort is futile, considering he is much stronger than me but it does give him pause.

He looks up at me and I flush under his gaze. “You-you don’t have to do that.” I breathe out, wishing I could escape his gaze for a moment, just to catch my breath.

Once he realizes that you are being shy, and it’s not a consent problem, he smiles up at you. “I like things done right, doll. That means taking my time, making you feel good, getting you ready for me.” He smirks and then he gives a long lick to my core and your brain short circuits. You feel your back arch off the ground and an embarrassing little sound leaves you. You can feel Steve smiling against you at that. He laps at you like a man starved.

“Take a deep breath, baby.” You comply before you even realize why. Then you feel a finger stretch you out and you immediately let out a breathy moan. “Good girl, you can take it.” He says as another finger joins in, stretching you deliciously. You are lost in the pleasure. Steve watches for every reaction and has you writhing in a matter of minutes. Just as you feel yourself about to combust, Steve pulls away. A whine escapes you which he responds to by placing a quick kiss to your thigh, then pulling back.

Watching his undress was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Inch after inch of toned muscle reveals itself and you wonder if he is even real. He is so beautiful you can hardly decide where to look. When he pulls down his boxers, you realize why he emphasized getting you ready.

Sure, you knew Steve has been enhanced but this- this was another level. He was huge. He was the audacity to smirk at you while you take him in, looking all too proud of himself.

Nerves prickle the back of your neck. Sure you weren’t a virgin, but it had been a long time since you’d been with someone. This felt like going from zero to 100 awfully quick. Steve is back on top of you in a moments notice, cupping your face. “I won’t hurt you doll, I promise. We can take it nice and easy, however you want it.”

It hurts at first. You feel like you are being ripped in half- but then oh. Oh.

Your eyes roll into your head and you grind down hard, needing this, needing him. “Easy darling, slow remember?” He groans out, looking ragged from self restraint.

“I don’t want soft.” You blurt, desperate. You watch his face change and suddenly he is no longer the sweet gentleman you know. No, this is different. The days of pent up energy take control and he thrusts like he can’t help it. He watches you and angles himself to hit the spot that has you shaking. “Come on pretty girl, I wanna see you fall apart on me.”

And with that you are undone. you swear you see stars and you feel him right behind you, burying himself as deep as he can.

You both lie there, panting, sweating in front of the fire place. You catch your breath before you hear Steve say, “Are you warmer now?”

You wake up sprawled out across the bed, taking up nearly the whole

thing. This is glorious except it lets you know that both your boys are already up and at it. You look over at the digital clock that’s on the nightstand and curse yourself when you realize that you’ve slept in a lot later than you planned. A groan creeps out as you make yourself sit up in bed. You listen to see if you can hear anything happening in the house below me and you think you hear a few pots clattering around. Maybe someone is making breakfast. You think happily as you scoot out of bed and make my way downstairs. The first person you see is Clint, sprawled out on the couch, playing with some arrow part.

“Good morning,” you say, my voice a little low and scratchy from sleep. You sit for a few moments and realize he never heard me. You take a few steps closer and this makes Clint aware of what is happening.

“Morning, honey, how did you sleep?” He asks, a happy grin on his face. It’s evident now that he wasn’t tuning you out on purpose but he truly hadn’t heard you. You smile at his sweetness and quickly bend down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“I slept fine. I woke up by myself though. How long have you two been awake?” you ask, feeling a little embarrassed at your laziness. You realize he is watching your mouth intently and remind. yourself to speak up. Clint gives you a look that tells you you’re about to get scolded and you hope he isn’t about to remind you again to be louder.

“None of that missy. You never sleep! I’m proud of you for resting for once. Me and Bucky have only been up for about an hour, so no feeling bad.” Clint says, giving your thigh a playful pinch that causes you to yelp.

Bucky pokes his head around the kitchen corner at your yelp and says “Everything okay doll?” he asks, as he continues stirring something in a bowl.

In the same volume you’ve been using, you holler “Yes I’m okay!” over your shoulder and you see Bucky wince at the harsh sound. You quickly slap a little hand over your mouth and whisper-shout “sorry!”

It was hard to find a balance with these two. When Clint didn’t have his hearing aids up very loud you were constantly reminded to not mumble and to talk at a good volume. However, Bucky had super soldier senses which meant you could whisper a few rooms over and he could still hear you. It wasn’t usually a problem in group setting, but there were times at home that it got you in trouble. You were usually very soft spoken. It wasn’t like you to raise your voice or project much at all. You flush, a little embarrassed that you still haven’t found the right balance yet.

Bucky had made cinnamon pancakes for breakfast. As you sit at the table, you almost moan after your first bite. It’s a low, breathy sound but it doesn’t go unnoticed by your super soldier boyfriend. You see him cut you a look that means “behave”. Clint is oblivious to your pretty sounds until you speak up to defend yourself.

“I’m not being weird, these are just really good pancakes!” you say, as a blush creeps over your neck and cheeks.

“I’ve missed something, haven’t I?” Clint says, not upset but wanting to be filled in.

“Doll here sounds like she is making sweet love to those pancakes.” Bucky says, never looking up from his plate but smirking all the same.

You furiously blush and look to Clint to gauge his reaction. However, he is grinning ear to ear and makes the comment “No fair, you sound so

pretty when you moan.”

This causes you to choke on your pancake and you begin having a coughing fit. In the midst of your hacking you cut a glare at Clint who is grinning way too much. Once you regain your ability to breathe and not feel pancake in your throat, you look at both your boyfriends and you decide to not risk talking right away. You sign ‘Both of you need to pull your head out of the gutter.’

Bucky smirks and joins in, signing prettily with that metal hand ‘You started it!’

You look at Hawkeye, looking a little remorseful and hoping the sighing didn’t make him feel bad. Instead he smirks and signs ‘Don’t act like you don’t like it. Even I can hear how loud you are in bed when we tease you.’

You look shy after that comment and take a sip of your coffee. You looked between the two of them and couldn’t help but smile. Sure, they needed different things from you but love went across all volumes. You looked between them both and grin a pure, honest thing.

The world was not prepared for aliens. They were just some silly story that existed in freaky movies and comic books. Right? They didn’t exist. I believed that too! Really, I did. That is, until an alien decided to make its home in my body. Yeah buttercup, buckle up.

I furiously shake, my whole body trembling uncontrollably as I feel a black ink pour over my mind. I feel it spindle around my every nerve, weaving its way through my blood.

What is happening to me?

I decide that it’s probably just an extreme case of the heebie-jeebies. Yeah that’s all it is. I got a little too carried away in my nerdy interest and well, that led me to a weird, supposedly “haunted” library. Super cool, but also super dangerous. Extraterrestrial activity and unexplainable events had been reported from this very spot on more than one occasion. I had to see it! But I really should learn that when caution tape is strung in an intense web around a place, you probably shouldn’t go in.

Surely, I just got a little scared and my body is not functioning with all this adrenaline, right? After all, I’d been creeping around in here for a while and that was bound to get to somebody. I grab my flash light off the floor and start to very quickly walk towards the door until I hear a voice hissing

“Hello”

I whip around as fast as humanly possible, searching frantically with my flashlight. “Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out quite pathetic.

“I am Venom” the slithering voice speaks again but this time it sounded different. Like a residual echo in my mind. Also, Venom?? What kind of name was that! That sounded scary as heck!

“I..I’m sorry to have bothered you mister Venom, I am leaving now!” I say as I slowly back up towards the door.

“But I am going with you.” I hear, and this time I know I am screwed. I didn’t hear that out-loud, it was like a thought in my own head. Like my subconscious decided to smoke a boat-ton of cigarettes and now sounds like a completely different person. Goosebumps have covered my arms as I, very slowly, reach towards the back of my head. I gingerly touch it, and a giant breath gusts out of me when I realize there is no foreign substance sucking out my brains.

This is fine! Really! I decided to try and only think about the steps I am taking. The sound of my boots clicking against the floor as I book it towards the exit. No thought, no weird conversations with my subconscious, only walking.

However, when I finally push through the door of this god-forsaken place I realize I am not alone. At the forefront of the group is a man with dark curls and glasses. His hands are outstretched in a “We aren’t going to hurt you” way. I quickly look around to see a few other people, and then I see…oh my gosh! Some of them have guns. Not just normal guns but like, high tech giant guns. What the heck? It was just a little trespassing! Surely I wouldn’t get shot on sight for being curious.

I hear a small click, someone cocking a weapon-

“Hide, human”

And that is the last thought I had, or heard? Still not really sure- before I completely blacked out.

When I wake up, it’s like being pulled out of a tar pit. I rise to consciousness slowly, and I don’t try to open my eyes. Instead I focus on sense. I feel something soft under me, I’m assuming a bed of some kind. I relax slightly until I feel a cold metal clamping my wrists. What the- oh my gosh, am I in jail??

My eyes fly open at that and I quickly take stock of my surroundings. It certainly doesn’t look like a prison, at least not really. I search through my eyes, which feel gritty and dry until I hear a voice.

“Good morning”

I nearly jump clear out of my skin, trying to decide if this is my freaky subconscious again or someone else but no, that sounded normal. I blink a few more times until I see a man, making his way in front of me. It takes me a minute to place him but this is the same dark-haired man I saw outside the library. He is looking down at me, almost appraisingly and I feel embarrassment pinch at my cheeks.

“Who are you?” I ask, my voice scratchy from disuse and I immediately feel so, incredibly thirsty. As if he expected this, the man holds out a glass of water, with a straw. He holds it close to my face, since I can’t use my own hands. I ignore the embarrassment and quickly suck down the water, feeling like I haven’t drank in days.

“Careful,” he says, his voice soft but clear, “You can make yourself sick if you drink too much too fast.”

I glare at him over the glass but decide to listen. I release the straw and relax back into the bed. He smiles at this, and places the water on a nearby table. “My name is, Dr. Banner, but you may call me Bruce.”

“No doctors” I hear that voice again and this time it’s easier to tell that it is in fact, in my head. Apparently the doctor realizes my fear and quickly goes serious.

“You can hear it, right?” He says, pointing to my head for emphasis.

“What is it?” I ask, feeling surprisingly angry instead of my natural calm. “What did you do to me?” I practically scream and give a good thrash against the handcuffs.

What is wrong with me?? I would never yell at someone I just met.

I shake my head hard, so confused. I hate it, I hate that I don’t have my own brain and I feel so…helpless. This sobers me and I feel tears sting my eyes.

I flinch when I hear the voice again, “I can help you. We are strong together, no need to feel so weak.” I give my head another firm shake and I look towards the doctor with pleading eyes. “Help me, please?”

“I promise to help you, to the absolute best of my ability.” The man says and I don’t know why, it goes against all rhyme or reason but, I decide to believe him.

- - - - - - 6 months later - - - - -

“Try harder! You can do it. Keep control.” I hear Bruce coaching me from the sidelines but his voice sounds far away. I know if I looked down I would see that hauntingly familiar black ink, pooling in my hands and streaking through my veins.

No, no. Fight it! I try to coach myself and I feel myself regaining control. I feel my breathing slow to a regular rate and I smirk when I hear the disapproving roar in my head.

“Well done.” Dr. Banner says as I exit the ‘Box of Doom’. It’s not actually called that. It’s a giant circular glass cage. It was originally made for Bruce if he ever went “Code Green” but he has reprogrammed it as a training device for me. He uses the screens or little robotic arms to apply stressful or painful stimuli while I am contained. My job is to stay in control of my brain and not let Venom take over.

I feel my head throb, the way it always does after training, but I grin anyway. It’s amazing how far I have come in the past months and I am so grateful for the way my life has changed.

Dr. Banner and I have not told anyone else about my uh…companion. Stark was gracious enough to let me stay in a room in the tower with all the other Avengers. Bruce lied to them and said I am his 2nd cousin or something and said I have no family to live with. Which is a little true, I was living on my own when Bruce found me and both my parents passed when I was young.

However, we are certainly not related. We are just two people, trying to control the monsters within us. It is tricky, trying to keep a secret that big. However, the lie has become second nature now and I don’t socialize much anyway.

“I think you are ready.” said Bruce as I chug some water. I look at him, tilting my head in confusion. He laughs at my contorted face before saying. “Tonight, the party. I think you can handle it.”

My eyes widen. I have purposely avoided any kind of event with loud music or flashing lights. I also try to avoid alcohol because Venom and alcohol do not go well together. (I had champagne in New Years and had to tell everyone I had strep throat because his voice kept coming out of my mouth. Tony still makes fun of me for it)

“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling doubt prickle in my mind.

“I am sure. I know you can handle it. Besides, tonight isn’t one of Tony’s raves. It is just a little get together with the Avengers. An easy, laid back affair.” He says, overselling it a little bit but I get his point. Surely I can handle dinner and drink? I just won’t have any alcohol and I like to think I can uphold polite conversation for a couple hours.

“Okay, I’m in” I say with a wide grin.

The party was going swimmingly. Natalie had let me borrow a stunning black dress of hers that showed off all the right places and my hair was curled and laying elegantly over my shoulder. I had been chatting with Pepper and Natasha, having a splendid time. Nat even kept my glass filled with sparkling cider, not once questioning my ‘no alcohol’ choice, so I could still have a drink without the effects.

That is, until Thor slipped behind me at the bar and whispered “Hello there, I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting.”

I feel myself furiously blushing at his beautiful voice and even more so when I turn around and take him in. I had heard of Thor before but, he had been gone to Asgard for quite a while and he had finally come back today. “Hi my name is y/n” I say, holding out my hand, expecting a handshake.

I am pleasantly surprised when he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles instead before saying, “Thor, God of Thunder.” I feel goosebumps pebble my arms and I try to not be embarrassed as he grins down at me but come on! He has a gorgeous, panty-melting smile and for the first time, I hear Venom give an approving growl.

See! Even the monster thinks he’s hot!

I am trying to come up with something flirty and clever to say when I feel a fierce grip on my arm. I yelp slightly as I begin being dragged away. “Bruce stop!” I say, trying to dig in my heels but it’s to no use. He doesn’t stop until we are in a far corner of the room, only barely visible to the rest of the party goers.

“What was that for!” I hiss, rubbing the sensitive spot on my arm where he had grabbed me.

He turns me to the mirror and I quickly lose all of my fervor. My cheeks were rosey, as I thought but my eyes were almost completely black, and I realize it’s a miracle I got dragged away when I did. I was probably looking at Thor like something to eat- literally.

“Look, it’s not my business who you do or don’t like. But that- those relationships, they don’t work for people like us.” Bruce says, scrubbing his face with his hand. “I know it’s not what you want to hear but just, just trust me, okay? We can’t have that.”

I feel embarrassment curl in me at how ridiculous I must have looked. Trying to play human and flirt and foolishly hope. I am angry. Angry at myself, angry at Thor, angry at Bruce.

I am angry at everyone.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I know it’s hard but you can handle it-“ I hear Bruce’s voice but it is already too far away.

I can have whatever I want, I just have to take it.

Welcome back. Venom says, before we tear this party apart.

I wake up and immediately wish I hadn’t. The floor is cold and hard against my back and every single part of me hurts. I listen and hear low voices murmuring somewhere in the distance. I groan loudly as I try to sit up, feeling every muscle painfully contract as I do so. I finally open my eyes and feel my stomach drop. I’m in the box.

Oh no, oh no, no, no….

What have I done?

Apparently I gasp or make some sound that gets the attention of those outside the box. To my surprise it’s Thor and Banner both, looking in on me.

“It’s okay kid, no one got hurt.” Banner says, as if reading my mind.

“Yes, turns out your slimey-thingy does not care for lightning very much.” Thor said, grinning slightly.

“So…they all know now?” I ask, staring at the floor, shame crushing me.

“Yeah, they know.” Banner says, and before the tears forming in my eyes can fall, he adds “And they want you to stay.”

My head snaps up at that, “What?” I ask, sounding just as shocked as I feel.

“Yeah, they want you here. They want you to continue your training and, when you are ready, they will send you into the field.” Banner says, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“But….but Im a freak.” I say, laughing slightly in pure shock.

“Well, little butterfly, we are all freaks here.” Thor says, grinning in at me.

This time, I don’t flinch when I hear the disapproving growl in my head. I let hope flood me and challenge it:

“Hey baby.” Spencer says, wrapping you in a tight hug. The kind of hug that plucks the worries out of your mind and causes you to melt into him. That’s what these hugs are supposed to do, at least. However, the stinging pain on your arms kept the hug from being as comforting as usual. Spencer pulled back and you saw the crease between his brow.

“Are you okay?” he asks, eyes looking over you, assessing.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be!” You say in the most cheery voice you can muster. The blessing and a curse of having a genius profiler as a boyfriend- they can always read you, even when you wish they couldn’t. You soldier on as though I haven’t been caught in a lie. “What sounds good for dinner?” you ask, as you turn on your heel to head towards the kitchen, “I can make tortellini bake, um and I have the ingredients for buffalo chicken!” you say, as chopper as possible while you search your cabinets.

“Tortellini sounds great.” Spencer says, watching you in that assessing way of his. He plops himself on your barstool, resting his elbows on the island. Conversation ebbs and flows as you pull out your ingredients and for a moment, you believe you’re safe.

- - - - - -

“Hey Spence, can you turn the thermostat down?” You ask, face pink from the heat. You always got warm when cooking, especially when you had to stand over multiple hot pans.

“Of course, love” Spencer replies, unfurling his long limbs from the stool and walking into the hallway with the thermostat. You know the temperature will eventually be more comfortable but for immediate remediation you slip off the large sweater that had been cloaking you. As soon as you pull it off, you realize your error and feel your body seize up. You quickly try to scramble back into your sweater but, it’s too late. You’ve been caught.

“Love?” Spencer says, and for a moment you think you can play it off, act like it’s nothing. You turn and see his face, the concern etched there, and know that lying would be futile. You drop your sweater to the floor and shame wells within you and begins pouring out in the form of tears. You try to hold it in, try to keep it together and act like it’s nothing but once you feel the first, hot tear roll your face and onto your neck, the dam breaks.

“Oh, baby.” Spencer says, rushing to you and catching you just as a vicious sob wracks your body, causing you to lose balance. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He gently coaxes you as he ushers you to sit in his lap on the floor. You cry ugly tears and only manage a strangled “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Every few ragged breathes.

“No, none of that. You don’t apologize for this. I’m sorry that you felt like this was your only way out. 17% of people self harm. Don’t make yourself a monster in your head my love.” Spencer talks in a low, smooth tone, as he runs slow circles on my back, trying to be mindful of not bumping any cuts on my arms.

Eventually the sobs subside and it’s reduced to just watery eyes and sniffling. Spencer slowly pulls you out of his shoulder and looks you in the eyes. “I’m going to keep you accountable now. After seeing it I am

taking it upon myself to help you as best as I can. Is it, just these, or are there more?” Spencer says as his fingers graze down my arms, avoiding any newer cuts and slowly taking in the mosaic of old and new scars.

“There- there are a few more” You choke out, your voice breaking in shame.

“Can I see?” Spencer asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

You don’t speak, instead you wordlessly lead him to the living room and gesture for him to sit on the couch. You take a breath to steady yourself before you tug down your shorts. This isn’t the first time someone has seen you naked, but this vulnerability feels like being laid bare, with every nerve exposed. You stand, in a bra and underwear, not knowing what to say. You watch Spencer’s eyes rake over you, assessing, learning.

That’s when he shocks me. He doesn’t turn away in horror or look at me with pity. Instead, he gets off the couch and down onto his knees before me. Before you can ask what he is doing or interject he places a kiss, feather light, a barely there kiss, to the top of your thigh on one of your oldest scars. You are shocked by the gesture and even more so when he wraps his hands around the back of my thighs, holding me still, before placing another kiss on another scar.

You feel more tears well up in my eyes as he continues his ministrations. Gently, reverently kissing every scar on your thighs before slowly moving up, inspecting any inch of skin. When he is satisfied, he tugs a wrist to his mouth and begins again. We stay like that. Not a scar went untouched by his lips and when he places his final kiss he lays his head against my stomach and whispers, “Beautiful.”

Tears are freely rolling down my face but these aren’t tears of fear or anger. These are tears of joy. He sees me, truly sees me. He isn’t revolted by the sight of me, even though it isn’t the pretty mask I show off. This is me, fractured and broken but he saw the fissures and called it art. He sees me.

You fall to your knees and hug him, clutching him as tight as ever. Words exceed you, you have nothing to say to express the love that is pouring out of you in droves so you settle for actions. You hold him as close as you can and sit in reverent silence. You don’t think you could ever leave this place, this peace. That is until you hear the loud wail of the smoke alarm and gasp “Spencer, the dinner!” You yell as you run into the kitchen, realizing tonight, may need to be a take out night.

I look through the thick haze of smoke from my spot on the stairs and look for the couch Remus is sprawled across. One prefect perk was that we got a little mini-common room of his own. Unfortunately, that meant that Sirius and James were here, almost constantly. Tonight though, I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. This is my space just as much as theirs. He is my daddy after all, my sir! I take a steeling breath before making my way to Rem.

I am in a baby pink nighty with cap sleeves that barely brushes the tops of my thighs. Remus loves me in them, especially with nothing underneath. Well tonight, he can love them in front of his friends. I felt a little empowered as I walked past Sirius and James, feeling their eyes on my bare legs as I sauntered over to Rem.

Remus is leaned back in the couch, thighs spread wide and head titled back as he blows a plume of smoke in the air. Rem says I’m not allowed to smoke or do any of the fun stuff him and the boys do. He only indulges right after the full moon as a way to re-centering himself. I can’t say I blame him. I walk right up to him and stop between his spread legs, smiling innocently. I know I’m supposed to be in bed but, I missed him. Surely he will understand.

Apparently Rem finally noticed the silence that has fallen in the room and he looks up and sees me, standing there in front of him. I’ve lost a little of my confidence now that he is looking at me and I quickly fidget with them hem of my night gown. Remus doesn’t move, doesn’t even speak at first. He just looks me up and down lazily, like he’s savoring me. I feel heat rise in my face at his perusal.

“Baby.” Remus says and I know he wants me to make eye contact with him. I shyly look at him through my eyelashes.

“Yes sir?” I ask, using my manners to try and appear as innocent as possible, even though I know coming down and flaunting my little outfit in front of his friends will make him boil with possessiveness.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, petal?” he asks, his voice thick with smoke and his eyes never leaving mine.

“I- I missed you daddy” I say, pouting prettily, sticking out my bottom lip. I sway slightly, the little nightgown swishing around my hips.

“Did she just say-“ James starts but is silenced by a swat from Sirius. I know I should feel embarrassed but instead I feel heat of another kind burning in me. I like showing off, I like flaunting the fact that he is mine and I am his.

“You missed me?” Remus says, tilting his head cockily. “I told you I would be up later baby. I am asking why you came prancing down here in next to nothing when you knew daddy would have a crowd.” His voice never grows above a low volume, making his correction that much clearer. He never raises his voice, ever. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get in trouble.

“I’m sorry.” I say, pouring prettily again to try and get out of trouble. “I forgot.” I lie but I try to make it look convincing.

Remus’s face tells me immediately that was not a good call. He says nothing but pats his thigh in a ‘sit down’ motion and I quickly oblige. I happily settle myself down onto his thigh, immediately comforted by the contact. I plan to nuzzle in but before I can a loud smack fills the room and a harsh sting spreads across my backside.

“Ouch!” I whine, looking at Remus with a pout and a little shock. He just spanked me in front of his friends…and I wish I could deny the blush that I felt quickly spreading over my chest.

“You wanna show off, huh bunny? You wanna come down here and show Prongs and Pads how good you are for me?” Remus asks in a whisper, but I feel the eyes of the other two burning into me.

Tears pool in my eyes as he swats my thigh this time, demanding an answer. I feel embarrassment flood me but greater than the shame is a keen sense of arousal. I did want to show off. I wanted to show that I could be a good girl, and I didn’t care if there were spectators. Plus, James and Sirius had been close to you two for a long, long time. They had plenty of kinky exploits and I knew Remus wouldn’t have allowed this conversation to happen if he hadn’t talked to them first. Even still, I take a quick peek over my shoulder to make sure. Sirius is leaned back, smirking at the scene and James is flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

Oh yes, this is exactly what I wanted. I turn back to Remus with more bravado than I feel and say “Yes sir.” I feel exceptionally proud as he lazily grins up at me.

“Atta girl. Now sit pretty for me while me and the boys smoke yeah? And no, you cannot have one, don’t ask. You’re too pretty to have any smoke covering up those pretty lips.” Remus says as he reclines some, letting you settle into him, proudly sitting on his lap and showing that he is yours.

“Shes so pretty, Moons. Sitting there so well behaved.” Sirius drawls out, and you try not to blush at the praise. I hide my face until I feel a sting on my thigh that grabs my attentions.

“Siri complimented you baby, what do you say?” Remus says, rubbing my stinging thigh as he gives me a reassuring nod.

“Thank you, sir” You say, trying out the title. Sirius practically growls in response and readjusts in his seat, which you take as a good sign.

Sex with Steven was great. Duh.

I mean come on- those beautiful sculpted muscles and the super serum running through him just scream that’s he’s good in bed. But, he is so gentle. Every time, without fail he treats you like a piece of porcelain. Your body’s are well acquainted now but he still goes oh, so slow on that first thrust, like he could hurt you at any moment.

Not that there is anything wrong with that. You suppose you prefer the tender kindness to a bruised cervix but you can’t help but long for something…more.

You once brought it up to him. Simply stating that you were interested in maybe being a little rougher and he blushed prettily before grinning and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Doll you’re a lot smaller than me. I would never want to hurt you.” He said, before turning and placing his mug in the sink.

“But- but I like when it hurts.” You stammer out, barely audible. If it wasn’t for his supernatural hearing he would have had to have you repeat yourself. However he doesn’t respond. He just looks at you, flushing pretty pink after your confession, winks, and then walks away.

Well that was….interesting.

A few days later you receive a message from Tony. You pray he isn’t telling you they have been delayed. You’ve been separated from Steve for 8 days and we’re starting to get antsy for his return. The message read-

Tony: Hey so Capsicle came into contact with some Verinium flowers while in the field. It’s not dangerous but it is a very potent aphrodisiac.

Good luck keeping up ;)

What the- but before you can reread the message for clarification you hear the back door open and then close loudly. Steve was never one to slam doors. You quickly unfurl from the couch and head around the corner, your t-shirt skimming your thighs sounding loud in the silence.

The sight of him when you round the corner is- beautiful.

He is tearing off his shirt and he looks… hot. Okay yes in that way but he is also flushed. Bright red colors his cheeks and chest. He is almost…panting, while he breathes and his pupils are so blown they eat up almost all the colors in his irises. He shucks off his pants, almost angrily, like he can’t be rid of them fast enough and when he turns to face you, you can see why.

Heat floods your face as you take him in. Okay so yes, his dick is big, you knew that but this- he looks so painfully hard and swollen and while you know he can’t possibly be comfortable, you would be lying if you said the sight of him straining against his boxers didn’t turn you on.

His eyes meet yours and his eyes are impossibly dark. He licks his lips as he lets his gaze slowly, predatorily make its way up your bare legs. This isn’t out of the ordinary for you. It’s often that he can find you in your house in nothing but a shirt and panties but the heat of this moment makes you feel particularly exposed.

He breaks the silence by gritting out the word “Darlin’” and his voice, oh starts why does his voice sound so good, like he’s fighting to control himself.

“Yes?” you say coyly, batting your eyelashes and seeing him tense, like he’s physically trying to hold himself back. A mischievous little grin forms on your face and you bite your lip, knowing it will drive him wild.

Steve practically growls as he takes you in. Not moving from his spot but looking like he’s dying to not be pursuing you. “Remember when you asked- when you said you wanted it to hurt baby?” He is panting, his voice full of grit. I feel arousal pool in me and all I can do is nod in response to his question.

If you would have told me that I would end my day, sandwiched in between two super soldiers, I would laugh in your face.

But here I am. As I feel the cold press of a metal arm around my waist to balance out the incredibly hot flesh arm around my shoulder, I really can’t complain.

Let me set the stage for you though, just so you can understand exactly how I ended up here.

Bucky and I have been dating for 3 years now, and eight months ago, I moved in with him. Life has been bliss. I get to wake up tucked into the man I adore and see him in all of his domestic glory. We cook together, we clean together, and on the bad nights we cry together. Bucky completed me and I like to think I completed him as well. Also, the metal arm? Extremely hot. The super serum that makes him stronger, faster, and warmer than everyone else? Also a very huge plus.

I have a boyfriend that is literally biologically predisposed to be better than anyone else. How could I possibly want more, right?

Well I didn’t. I never even once felt unhappy with my relationship with Bucky or wanted for anything.

That is- until Steve moved into our spare bedroom.

Steve and Bucky go way back. Like way, way back. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for me to see Steve around the apartment at least once a week, hanging out with Bucky. He’s a doll, all American charm and those same beautiful superhuman muscles that’s make up Bucky.

I was happy that Buck had a friend, truly I was. I worry about him sometimes and I feel like him and Steven relate in a way that only soldiers can. I’m happy that he has someone to bear the weight of his darkness with, because that sunshine smile is more common when he isn’t fighting alone.

Then, 4 months ago, Steve showed up at our door, in the middle of the night. He was covered in blood, and barely able to hold himself up. Him and Stark were fighting (again), but this time it was bad enough for Stark to get physical and tell him he wasn’t allowed to come back, ever. Steve didn’t even have time to pack up his belongings from his room at the tower.

And so, for the past multiple weeks I have been sharing a living space with not one, but two super soldiers. It wasn’t weird at first. Like I said, Steve was already part of our lives. It honestly felt like an extended sleepover. I cooked extra at dime and he politely complemented whatever I made, even if it was a new recipe I was experimenting with. The trash was always taken out and honestly it was easy to wash him and Bucky’s gym clothes in the same load.

But remember how I said “at first.” That’s because I soon started to feel like there was something the boys weren’t telling me. I felt like they shared small glances and sky winks any time I turned my back to them but no matter what I asked, they managed to act perfectly innocent.

That is until one night, after dinner. I was doing the dishes as usual and Steve brings me his plate. “It was wonderful, as always darlin” He says, with that adorable grin and I don’t even think about the pet name until, he leans down and gives me a feather light peck on the cheek. My body immediately goes rigid as I he pulls away and my first thought is Oh poor Steve, Bucky is about to murder you.

So imagine the absolute shock that wracks my body when I turn around and see Buck SMIRKING at Steve! The Golden boy walks over to where my boyfriend is standing and I brace for Bucky to throw him across the room. I close my eyes and wait but there is just…silence. No loud crashes or booms. No strangled sounds.

I peak open my eyes to see them both standing, side by side, arms crossed, and looking at me. Both of them have on devilish grins and if I wasn’t so shocked, I think my panties actually would have melted off my body.

“Doll, Steve complimented you. Where are your manners?” Bucky says, his voice perfectly calm but I hear the dominance dripping from it.

“Thank you?” I force out but it comes out like a question, not a statement. I shake my head harshly before saying “I’m sorry, what is happening? Aren’t you mad at him? He just kissed me!” I say, pointing at Steve to emphasize my point. “Aren’t you going to like, do something about it?”

“What do you want me to do about it, doll?” Bucky asked, his voice all sincerity and his face says ‘The ball is in your court doll, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable’.

“What is going on?” I ask instead, still not entirely sure if this is really happening.

“Well-“ Steve starts but Bucky quickly shoots him a look that silences him. THAT is the Bucky I know, the one who is protective any a little scary. I feel my shoulders relax, ever so slightly. This is my Buck. He’s going to take care of me.

“What he’s trying to say, baby, is that he informed me he has quite the crush on you.” Bucky says, as he moves closer to me, pulling me into his chest, but leaving me facing Steve. I usually would melt into his touch but by brain is in overdrive, trying to make sense of what is happening.

“But-but I’m yours. I’m your girlfriend Buck” I say, turning slightly in his arms, looking for something, anything in his face. He looks at me, so softly, so gently before giving me a kiss on the forehead. I still feel the press of Steve’s lips against my cheek in my brain, and I can’t help but blush as I recall the memory while Bucky kisses my forehead in the same, feather light way.

“Yes you are. You will always be my girl. However, Steve has been so good, so respectful. In reality, he is pinning over you something fierce baby. Would it be so bad to give him a shot?” Bucky says quietly, as he pushing a stray hair behind my ear.

“But? Are you asking me to break up with-“ before I can even finish the thought Bucky’s lips are crossing against mine and I let myself indulge. I kiss him back fiercely, eager to make this one to remember. If this is the last time- no, no surely this can’t be the last time. That thought only makes me kiss him harder, and I lose myself in it until he gently pulls away.

“Sorry doll, I don’t like hearing you talk about leaving me.” Bucky whispers, grinning with his darkened lips.

“Then what are you saying?” I ask, feeling even more disoriented with the hormones flooding my system. I pout up at him, begging for him to be my anchor in this moment.

Instead, I feel another pair of hands on me, slowly coming around my waist from behind and I fight the instinct to tense up. “He’s saying,” I hear a voice that is so familiar yet so foreign in this context, “that maybe you can find room in your heart for the both of us?” Steven asks as he moves closer, and I am flush between the two of them. My mind spins at the realization.

They are wanting…. oh, oh.

Bucky isn’t going anywhere. He is staying right here. I am happy about that.

I quickly allow myself to dig through my memories. Realizing now the blush that covered Steve when he complimented my dinner. Or the face he’d make when he caught me and Bucky kissing. And the little touches that seem unimportant until now when they hit me like a tidal wave and- oh. my. stars.

Captain America had a crush on me. And I hadn’t even realized.

I remember that I am standing between the two of them and that they are waiting for me to speak. I try to at least say something, anything and what comes out is “I think I need to sit down.”

Bucky doesn’t hesitate. He sweeps me up into his arms and settles us onto the couch in no time. I quickly climb into his lap and cling to him as tight as possible. My mind is reeling, with all the ideas and memories and possibilities and I need him to ground me. I feel his hand slowly slip under my shirt and start gently grazing my back. He draws lazy patterns with his middle finger over my skin, skimming up and down as I try to settle down.

Finally, after what feels like forever, I find my voice again. I bring my head out of Bucky’s shoulder and say “Is this something you want? I don’t want to do anything that would ruin what we have.” I say, my stern “teacher voice”, as Bucky calls it, coming out as I try and nail down this new reality.

He smiles up at me, knowing that I am nothing if not very thorough in my brain. “Yes doll, I wouldn’t have let Steve near you if I wasn’t comfortable with the idea. I also wouldn’t have let him lay hands on you if I didn’t trust him completely. I’m sorry for not warning you but, come on doll, I’ve seen how you look at him when he comes back from

his run. It’s okay baby. It’s okay if you liked him being sweet on you. But if not, Steve already knows he isn’t allowed to do anything like that ever again if you don’t give the green light.” Bucky says, he started off smiling but got more serious as he spoke, wanting to show me he meant it.

I give Bucky a quick kiss. Then my gaze looks behind the couch where Steven is still standing by the kitchen island. Hope floods his face and for the first time I see it. It’s the face of a man madly in love. I smile as I nod my head in a ‘come here’ motion. He grins and practically runs over to the couch. I smile as I pull myself off of Bucky’s lap and then, once Steve has sat down I say, “I don’t want to

agree to anything just yet. However, I am open to giving this a go on a trail basis.” I cringe internally, hating how nerdy that sounded but Bucky places a hand on my thigh encouragingly.

“I suppose we should talk schematics, or shall we call it a battle plan, Cap?” I say, in the most flirty voice I’ve used in a while, turning to him and now seeing just how obvious his blush is.

“Let’s hear it doll” Bucky says.

And that, is how I ended up, with not one, but two super soldiers in my bed last night. I hardly slept a wink and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t from pure excitement.

I can’t wait to see how Steve does.