#hawkshield

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bucky, what we decided to do is—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had been a good shower.

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

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

“Is he due soon?”

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

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

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

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They weren't ready.