Omg are we gonna have even more leverage au ? Love it πβ€
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(DAMMIT, HARDISON! apparently this is what everyone wants today XD)
Bucky winced at the bright light, taking a second to get his bearings when the blindfold was removed. He pulled automatically against the cuffs holding him to the chair, and there was a low noise of protest.
"Don't. You'll hurt yourself."
"*Stevie*?"
"Okay, Stevie," another voice said, "that's adorable."
The second guy who'd spoken was a short Italian-looking guy with the kind of facial topiary that cost more than a decent suit. The kinda guy who had a name like Fabio. He was leaning up against the chair Steve was sitting in, tapping at a tablet and wearing the sort of smile that always made Bucky want to punch something.
"Steve, what the hell," he said flatly. "What kinda trouble have you gotten yourself into?"
"Well, when you consider the regular insinuations about my middle name," Fabio said, "I suppose you could say he regularly gets *into* -"
"Tony!" Steve yelped, flushing that particularly deep shade of red that'd always made his mom worry about his heart.
"Yeah," said Tony, with a filthy grin. "That."
"Forgive Tony." A woman's voice, this time. She came forward out of the shadows, followed by a tall blond guy who walked like an apology, his hand rubbing restlessly at the back of his neck. Bucky squinted at him for a moment, wondering why he looked so familiar, before his attention was caught by the beautiful redhead again. "His parents couldn't afford to buy him manners."
"Now that," Tony said, "is patently untrue. My parents were rich enough that manners didn't matter." There was something ugly in this particular twist to his smile.
"Someone gonna tell me why the hell I'm here?" Bucky asked, scowling at the tall blond man, as the one who looked the most sheepish about having someone tied to a goddamned chair.
"Sorry about the handcuffs," he said, and the voice, paired with the width of the shoulders that his hunching did little to hide -
"You're the Hawk," he said. The Hawk - who was exactly as goddamned pretty as his mouth had promised, which was something that Bucky really wished he didn't know - sent him a conspiratorial sort of grin.
"Bucky," Steve said, and Bucky jerked his head around to look at his supposed best friend.
"Oh," he said, "you and me are gonna have *words*."
"I'm sorry," Steve said, open and wide-eyed, like he thought that'd get him outta trouble. It'd never worked with his ma, and it sure as hell wasn't gonna work with Bucky. "I'm sorry, Bucky, but you're working for assholes."
Bucky groaned and slumped forward, aiming to let his head hit the table but landing, instead, on a callused palm that had got itself in the way.
"Not this again, Steve," he said, with a hint of a growl, "you can't just have me kidnapped whenever you don't like the damned choices I make!" He rolled his head a little, kinda intrigued by the soft intake of breath when his hair trailed against the soft skin of someone's inner wrist.
