#readerxbucky

A/N: Takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship” 

Warnings: none really? kinda angsty and awkward but fluffy n domestic more than anything else. OH AND SLOW BURN lots o slow burn

You sat down on the couch and shoved your hands under your thighs. Your stomach churned, like waves licking the side of a ship caught on stormy seas. Excitement and sheer nervousness coursed through your body. You looked from Thor to Bucky, and your heart leapt from your chest. They were so handsome, and you felt unworthy.

“Before we start,” Bucky said, scooting to the edge of the couch. One hand was placed delicately on your knee, while the other raked through his chestnut hair, making it stand on end. “I just have to say that all of this, if you truly want it, is on your terms.”

“Yes,” Thor agreed, placing his hand on your other knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Should you decide tomorrow that you no longer want this, it stops immediately. No hard feelings whatsoever.”

“So, wait, you two?” you asked, pointing to each man. “You guys aren’t… together?”

“No, no, no” Thor replied, shaking his head. Bucky also shook his, making his hair fall back out of place. “While I personally have no qualms about it, it’s not Bucky’s thing and I respect that.” “This entire relationship is about you,” Bucky chimed in. “I love Thor like he’s my own brother, but I don’t love the big lug like that.”

“When Bucky and I both realized that we had our eye on you, we decided that we weren’t opposed to the thought of sharing you,” Thor said.

“God, that sounds so bad,” Bucky groaned, again fixing his hair. Bucky took your hand in his closest to him, pulling it out from under your thigh. He rubbed it and squeezed, and good thing too, as it had fallen asleep. “We don’t want to share you like….like an object or something. You’re so much more than that. We just both really like you---”

“And want to give you the world,” Thor interjected. He was smiling, and it made him even more attractive, if that was at all possible. There were crinkles by his eyes that your fingertips itched to trace, to commit to memory. He put his hand over Bucky’s hand that was holding your own, his electric blue eyes staring into your soul. “Together.”

“So, what you’re trying to say is you both want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Bucky said quickly.

“At the same time?”

They both nodded, watching your every move like hawks. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t flustering you. They were the most beautiful men that you had ever laid eyes on, and they both wanted you, all to themselves. How could you ever say no?

“What do you think?” Thor asked, his expression eager. Bucky chewed on his bottom lip.

“I have… some more questions,” you said softly, before sitting up straighter. You had to become more confident now, especially since two god like creatures lusted after you.

“Anything,” Bucky blurted.

“Will we do everything… together? Like all three of us?”

“If that’s what you want,” Thor answered. He was moving his fingers in small circular motions on your back now, doing his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You wanted to melt under his touch, but cleared your mind and continued.

“You can also spend time with us separately,” Bucky continued. “Again, I can’t stress enough how you call the shots in this relationship.”

“Well, I mean, both of your opinions matter too,” you cut in. “I want everything to be decided between us. No secrets. Everything has to be out on the table at all times.”

“Deal,” Bucky and Thor answered at the same time, making you giggle.

“Do we keep this a secret?” you asked. 

“We don’t have to,” said Thor.

“We’re more than happy to show you off,” Bucky winked at you.

You sat and looked down at your feet, the urge to look at something not so mind-numbingly attractive a necessity. You wanted this, all of this, but a small piece of you still had your guard up.

“What if I wake up tomorrow,” you said. “And this is all one big, amazing dream…”

“Trust me,” Bucky answered you. “It’s not a dream.”

“Our lives didn’t have much meaning, until you moved in,” Thor said with a grin. “We couldn’t be happier you chose us.”

You looked at both of your boyfriends and your heart was so full of love that you began to cry. Taking your hands away from theirs, you wiped your tears away. They were on you immediately, showering you with affection.

Bucky was at your left, kissing your cheek and your temple. Thor was on your right, rubbing his hand up and down your forearm, cooing in your ear. The sensations were just too much, and you felt entirely out of control. You stood up in front of them, and put your hands at your sides.

“Wait…” you began. “I’m okay. I just…”

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asked.

Both of their gorgeous sets of blue eyes, from entirely different spectrums of the color wheel, were staring at you, waiting for your next move.

“I want to try something,” you continued. Taking both of their hands you guided them to follow you. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Thor asked, a playful smile at his lips.

“Who has the biggest bed?”

“Thor does,” Bucky answered.

You lead them to Thor’s room, and he took it upon himself to nudge the door open with his boot. Slipping your hands out of theirs, you also kicked your slippers off and took in Thor’s bed.

“Honestly, who needs a bed this big?” you jokingly asked, before running and diving onto it. It smelled purely of Thor, and you breathed it all in. Rolling around, you settled on your back as they watched you intently. They were waiting for you to advise them further. “Come here.”

Both of them slid onto the bed, after taking off their own shoes, and settled on each side of you. You looked from each man, and had no idea how you’d gotten so lucky. Each of them were leaning on their elbows, just looking at you, as if you were the only person on the planet. Suddenly, you had the urge to explore.

“Can I?” you asked Thor, your hand moving to cup his face, wanting to feel his beard against your skin.

“You can do whatever you wish,” he said softly, leaning into your touch. He was like a big, soft, cuddly golden retriever. Your fingertips moved to the crinkles by his eyes that you noticed before, tracing them and admiring them. He was stunning. Soft freckles dusted the bridge of his nose, and his eyelashes were so long they almost touched his cheeks when he closed his eyes. His lips looked so soft and inviting, you couldn’t help but to lean down and place a soft kiss on them. Thor raised his eyebrows and leaned in for the kiss.

Behind you, Bucky was tracing his fingers up and down your leg. Your body was on fire at his touch. Thor kept his hands to himself, for fear of overstimulating you.

Breaking away from Thor’s lips, you kissed the tip of his nose, his forehead, and his cheeks. His skin was so soft, and so was his beard.

“I don’t want you to feel neglected,” you said to Bucky, turning your body away from Thor, but your fingers still wrapped in his; your back pressed against his front. Your desire to be connected to both of them at the same time was so overwhelming.

“Take your time,” Bucky replied, smiling with his eyes, but you could tell he was holding his breath, desperate for it to be his turn. He was just as beautiful as Thor, yet so much softer. His cheekbones were so chiseled, and his jawline could cut glass. His hair was your favorite part, so wild and bouncy. You ran your fingers through it, like you’d been wanting to do since the day you met him.

Closing his eyes as you kissed his cheeks, nose, and chin you watched his chest rise and fall slightly as he struggled to catch his breath. The affect you had on these two men was too good to be true. They were both so close to you now, on each side, as if you were the meat between two pieces of bread.

Suddenly, as you were looking into Bucky’s sapphire eyes, Thor leaned down to whisper in your ear. His beard tickled your neck and you shivered. Bucky chuckled, and it was the sexiest sound you’d ever heard.

“Can it be our turn now, love?” Thor said gently, and it felt like a secret.

“Yes,” Bucky conceded. “Please.”

You nodded shyly, feeling your face get hot.

Thor’s large hand moved under your shirt and his fingertips grazed your stomach. Your entire body was covered in goosebumps, as Bucky positioned you to lay down flat on your back.

“If we go too far,” Thor said. “Tell us and we’ll stop immediately.”

“Yes, sir,” you joked, but the flash you saw in Thor’s eyes at those two words made your heart stop.

“We can explore that realm at a later time,” Thor winked, before working his hands up and down your thighs, kneading the muscles. Bucky moved you so that you were sitting between his legs, his hands massaging your neck and shoulders. He placed kisses along your neck, and nuzzled his nose into the crook of it. Thor leaned down and kissed the most inner part of your thigh, making you jump.

“Too far?” he asked, as you looked down at him. As much as you wanted to say no, you knew you had enough for the day.

“Not too far,” you said. “I just want to… wait. Maybe when I have more of a handle on all of this.”

“We’d wait forever for you,” Bucky whispered into your ear.

“Can we take a nap?” you asked, suddenly realizing how tired you actually were.

“Of course, doll,” Bucky answered.

“I will lay here with you until I have to go to work,” Thor said. “You can have some alone time with Bucky while I’m away. How does that sound?”

You nodded, and Bucky wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close to him. Thor laid in front of you and took your chin between his huge fingers.

“But when I get home,” he said, leaning down and kissing your lips so fiercely you swore he left a bruise. “You’re all mine.”

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--Earlier that morning--

The quinjet had landed in the early hours of the morning, the sunlight not yet having made an appearance. The weary team exited the aircraft, battered but otherwise intact. All except one. This particular mission, for lack of better phrasing, had broken the seemingly invincible Bucky Barnes. His hair disheveled from all the tugging, guns shining from all the times he’d cleaned them in an effort to keep his fidgeting hands busy. When the jet landed, he was the first one off, ignoring the sympathetic pat on the shoulder from Steve. He was moments away from breaking down and didn’t know if he would make it back to his room before the vulnerability reared its head. You see, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, Y/N had been threatened. Bucky had been in one-on-one combat with one of the Hydra base agents for nearly six minutes before the team had noticed he was missing from the group. In that short amount of time, the agent had revealed that Hydra knew everything about her and could get to her at any time. Bucky had panicked and nearly gotten himself killed. The thought of anything happening to Y/N while the team was away made his heart race, and not in the good way it did when she’d smile at him as they passed each other in the hall.

Upon arriving home, Bucky made a beeline for your room, skidding to a halt when he passed Tony’s Library, seeing the door cracked open. He knew he’d find her there, the unease of a team mission usually kept her awake. He knew she would make herself a cup of tea with a sickening amount of sugar, drag her fingertips along the shelves full of books, and pick the same one every time. He didn’t mean to slam the door fully open in his haste to get to her.

 Y/N stood from the armchair in surprise at his sudden entrance, her book tumbling to the floor.

“Bucky? Are you ok? What hap-” she was cut off as Bucky practically threw his arms around her, the affection coming as quite a surprise to both of them. 

“I will never let them get to you. I swear it.” he couldn’t help the shakiness in his voice, the fear of losing her more terrifying than any torture. 

“Hello?” You answered before it had a chance to go to voicemail.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was gonna rain tonight when I asked if you wanted to go out.” His voice sounded muffled, but you could hear him well enough. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to apologize.” You said as you walked aimlessly around your kitchen. “I wanted to see you too, but you know how these crazy storms freak me out.”

“I know and I completely forgot, but don’t worry, I’m on my way over.”

“Really? Please be careful, Bucky!” You rushed to the nearest window as if he was going to be standing there already.

“Don’t worry, I left a little while ago and I've got a surprise for you too.” You could practically hear him grinning and you were suddenly feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. Bucky had the tendency to make you forget about whatever it was that had you all worked up and replace your anxiety with pure affection for the man you loved.

“Okay, I can’t wait to see you!”

“Me too. I’ll see you soon dollface.” You hung up and almost forgot about the storm before the familiar boom of the thunder reminded you why you’d been in your Comfy Clothes all day.

After suffering through the storm on your own for a little while longer, you saw the familiar headlights pull up to your driveway. Bucky jumped out his car and ran to your front door where you already had it half open for him. He rushed in and shook the rain off like a dog would after splashing through a big puddle. You smiled at the water dripping from his hair and fought the urge to run your hands through it.

“Hey, doll, sorry I kept you waiting.” Bucky greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you helped him get his raincoat off.

“Babe, don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re here.” You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t even realize you were holding in until Bucky walked through your door. “What’s that you got there?” You asked cheekily, gesturing to the big brown bag he was holding.

“Oh this?” He held it over your head, just out of your reach. “This is for my best girl for when she’s scared and I’m not there to help her feel better.”

“Is that so? And who could this lucky girl be?” You stood up on your tiptoes so you were right up against his chest and just under his nose. “Because I think I can make a pretty good guess on who she is.”

You closed the distance between you and kissed him full on the mouth, getting a taste of the rain drops that had not yet dried. Bucky’s arm lowered as he put more of his focus into kissing you back so you reached up and grabbed the bag out his hand once it was in reach. It was a silly trick, but you knew it would work. You peered into the bag and your face lit up while Bucky watched you with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked as you pulled out a brown stuffed bear with a silver locket around its neck. “This little guy can help me keep an eye on you when it gets bad.”

“Bucky, I love it!” You pulled it out the bag and gave the bear a big squeeze. “It’s absolutely beautiful!”

“Just like you.” He pulled the necklace off the bear and put it around your neck. “I can’t always be here so just look at this and remember I’m always thinking about you, no matter what.”

Your fingers opened the locket to reveal a small photo of you and Bucky from last summer after you two had started dating. His sweet smile would always be with you and you were completely overwhelmed by his sweet gesture.

“You are so incredible to me, I can’t believe it sometimes.” You got on your tiptoes to kiss him again and he smiled into your lips.

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do to show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

That night, you slept soundly with that teddy bear in your arms under a blanket with the man you loved most. Thunderstorms be damned because you had Bucky and he was never going to let you go.

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Bucky hadn’t given up yet. He was captured by Hydra with the rest of the men, but surely they would be rescued soon enough by the rest of the army. He didn’t quite understand what Hydra was up to. He was separated with some other men, he was strapped down on a gurney in a dark room. He could hear occasional footsteps and sometimes the rolling of wheels. He was hungry and thirsty, but he wasn’t complaining. The next evening was his turn, rough hands grabbed his forearm and a sharp pain stung his arm – an injection.

“What is this? What are you doing to me?” he wanted to shout, but his voice was too rough and got caught in his throat.

The hand let go and footsteps led away. Silence.

Surprisingly, he started to feel better. He was still hungry and thirsty, but the cloudiness of his mind started to fade. Suddenly he heard voices from the far corner of the room – German. And light filled the room. Bucky was blinded and blinked vigorously. He started to see a dark gray ceiling and light gray curtains around his bed. Of course, everything was just shades of gray to him, he had never known anything else.

Hurried steps came towards him and he turned his head to see. The curtains were pulled back and all he could see was… color. True color, not just a shade of black and white. He realized he was looking into your brilliant wide eyes. You were just a chocked as he was.

A loud command from across the room startled you both and you quickly gathered yourself. Bucky was still looking at you, but you walked around the bed and pushed it forward. Careful not to show any emotion, you went through the door with the gurney. Through a long hall and into a laboratory room. Then the doctors took over and you stood there empty handed, you gave the man one last startled look before almost running off.

You knew all too well what was happening in those laboratories, the kind of tortured screams that could be heard from across the halls. Not a single person had returned from there alive, but your scrubs didn’t look like they used to. The bland grayness was gone, instead there was a light tint to it. What could this color be called? How long could you enjoy the sight of it?

You were hiding in a dark corner, away from the commotion, you knew you couldn’t stay here for long, people would start looking for you. If there was anything you were sure of, it was that you had to keep your new found soulmate a secret. You knew you should ignore him, not hope for much and just do your job, but how could you? Something like this only happens once in a person’s life and once you taste the wonderful world of colors, no one would voluntarily go back. You were certain everything would fade at any moment, but it didn’t.

Sure enough you heard the soldiers talk in the halls and you gathered yourself to go back to work. Hours passed and everything stayed the same. It was very late when you decided to have a look into the laboratory, but it was almost empty, only the doctor was still there who gave you orders to go check the patient. You were glad to have an excuse to go to the man. Silently you crept into the big room and saw the curtains. You went there almost running and found the man awake. He looked fierce, but also tired.

“Soldier…” you whispered with your heavy accent. You knew he was American and you were here mostly thanks to your ability to speak English.

He didn’t say anything at first, but tried to reach for your hand, but he was restrained by wide belts so you took his hand into yours.

“My name is… Bucky,” his voice hoarse as he spoke.

“[Y/N],” you answered.

You heard the door open and let go of his hand, you started to do a regular checkup, turning your back to the person at the door. Soon enough you were finished and had to turn back, before you left, you gave Bucky a long look. You saw the doctor standing at the door and you passed him quickly.

Lying in bed that night was torture for you. What should you do about this man? What could you do?

Exploring the verge of falling asleep and being conscious, you made it to sunrise. You had made up your mind. You acted through your morning routine, you didn’t let anything on and as you didn’t have really anyone to talk to anyway, nobody asked any questions. You made your way back to the room where the test subjects used to be, now there was only one gurney. The room was empty with the exception of Bucky. You made your way to him, but he was still asleep. Uneasily as you saw. You hesitated for a moment before gently taking his hand and he woke up with a jolt. He calmed as he saw you.

“I want to help you, ” you said lowly.

“Untie me…” he said with a whisper.

“We won’t get out of here alive. There are guards and soldiers, everywhere,” you sighted, “There must be another way.”

“There might be. Our camp isn’t too far, they should be coming here soon, but you could help them, you know this place. Unless they don’t believe you…” his face was troubled.

“I will get you out of here, I promise,” you said and slipped you hand away. You walked off.

“Wait, come back!” he said silently, but almost begging.

You closed the door after you and went to your room. Taking your little bag you put your few belongings in there. You saw that you were alone and went to the typewriter in the corner of the room. You thought of a good excuse and wrote a letter on the behalf of the doctor. You forged his signature, a thing you were quite good at. You put on your coat and went off. As thought you were stopped by the gate.

“The doctor ordered me to go and get a package in his name,” you said in German, making a brave face.

“And why isn’t the package delivered here?”

“Maybe it has something to do with the secret lab we are running here?” you gave them the forged letter and you were getting impatient.

They read the words on the paper and nodded, clearing your path. You went off and when you felt you were a good distance away you let out a deep sigh and turned away from the road. You felt safer being hidden by the trees and so you started to go. You had overheard the doctor speaking about the camp, you think you knew where to find it, anyway, it was your best hope to help the man.

Years have passed and all you can see is the white ceiling.

After you left the Hydra lab to get help you ran through the forest, but to no use, once you found the base you were captured and nobody was there who would believe you. They accused you of being a German spy and kept you as a prisoner of war and send you off to be interrogated by higher officials. You didn’t see Bucky and the other men marching into the camp. It took many months of convincing and paperwork to finally get you to freedom, but Bucky was by your side as much as he could. Finally, after everything you two could be together, but Bucky had promised to wipe out Hydra so he often had to leave with the Howling Commandos leaving you alone in Brooklyn. Often there would be flowers and momentous left by your door with a note from him.

One day you found a box of chocolates. Smiling you took the box and read the card:

I’ll see you soon, Doll!

Love,

Bucky

Tasting one of the confections it melted on your tongue filling your mouth with the familiar taste of chocolate, that was right before you felt your limbs go numb and weak. You fell to the ground and everything went black.

An hour later your neighbor came home and saw your door to be slightly open, he knocked before carefully opening the door.

“Hello?” he asked before noticing you on the floor, “Are you all right?”

After he didn’t get an answer he ran off the find help.

That’s how you got here, looking at the bland white ceiling unable to move anything but your eyelids. Blinking was the only thing that you could do nowadays.

A silent knock on the door announced the arrival of a guest. Footsteps.  Steve came into your view. His brown hair was wet from the rain, his bright blue eyes filled with sorrow. You knew what he was here to say.

“Y/n… I… I’m so sorry for what Hydra did to you…” he took your limp hand into his, but you didn’t feel anything, “we will destroy them… I promise.”

You saw a tear escaping the corner of his eye.

“And…” he chocked, “I lack the words to describe… I’m so sorry I couldn’t save him.”

You could see the pain in his eyes and just as the day you first received his word of Bucky’s death – you want to scream at him, shake him, tell him that Bucky is still alive, that you have to go looking for him, but there is nothing you can do but watch his pain. Steve gently wipes away your tears, still apologizing, but these were tears of anger. You curse your inability to communicate, but there is no way of telling that to anyone else so you’ll have to live with that knowledge.

Many years pass, you've grown old, but the sun shining through the window would still occasionally make little rainbows dance on your ceiling. You did not know what had happened to Bucky, but you knew it must be something terrible, he must have been a prisoner, just as you were a prisoner to your own body. If Bucky was free, he would have come to you a long time ago. Painfully you had to live out the rest of your life knowing that the man everybody presumed to be dead was actually a prisoner for his whole life.

Bucky walked away from the river looking back at the man he had just pulled out of the murky waters. Who was he? Memories from a far away life seemed the be just within reach, but Bucky couldn’t quite get to them, the only thing filling his mind was something strange, something he couldn’t see anywhere, a color, he realized, and a pair of brilliant eyes, but that was all.

Bucky turned his back on the man and made his way through the gray leaves into the black and white world.

Pushing yourself up with your hands, you stretched long and wide, letting out the loudest, most obnoxious yawn possible. You shivered, as the cold air from the cracked window adjacent creeped up your pajama shorts.

“Fuck!” you cried, grabbing the blanket that had just cased you like a sausage and wrapped it around yourself tight again. You inhaled the scent that wafted from it, the smell reminding you of Thor the most; earthy, with a hint of spice. As you began walking down the hallway that led to the kitchen, you started picking up different kinds of smells. The best being the freshly brewed coffee that someone had just made, followed by the scent of crispy, smoked bacon. The last was the smell that reminded you so much of Bucky; undertones of vanilla, with a sandalwood dusting. Rough, yet sweet. Your mouth was watering, and you weren’t sure if it was from the amazing smells, or from the memories of the bed you shared last night, with two of the most gorgeous men you’d ever seen.

And then you stopped, right in the hallway, dead in your tracks.

You shared a bed last night, with Thor and Bucky. You slept beside them, close to them. Intimately. Your heart began to hammer in your chest. What if things were weird now? You lived with them.

Don’t be a pussy about this, you thought to yourself, clenching your fists. If they didn’t want to fucking cuddle with you, they would have never done so. You didn’t force them.

Them.

The word hung in the air around you. It was never just Bucky or Thor for you. Your heart always wanted both, unable to choose between them, and it made you feel so greedy.

Finally, after taking several deep breaths, you managed to finish your walk into the kitchen, wrapping the blanket around you tighter for emotional support.

Bucky was sitting on the middle stool, leaning on the island in the center of the room, his thumb scrolling over the screen of his cell phone. His deep, chestnut hair was mussed all over the top of his head, like a rooster. It made you giggle audibly, and his head turned quickly at the sound. His face erupted into an ear splitting smile, the soft crinkles by his eyes appearing. With eyes of the deepest blue, he looked at you, and your world stopped.

“Good morning, doll,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He kissed you softly on the cheek, his thick scruff just brushing your cheek, sending chills down your spine.

“Hi,” you murmured awkwardly, your brain turning to mush every time his pet name for you slipped between those perfect lips. You cleared your throat. “How did you sleep?”

You were starting to get warm in the kitchen, so you folded Thor’s blanket onto one of the vacant stools and walked to the cabinet where the mugs are stored.

“Better than I ever have before,” he replied. His voice was deep, still coated with sleep. Even with your back turned, you could feel his eyes on you. “And you?”

Grabbing a mug, you filled it with coffee halfway. After adding some sugar and creamer into the dark liquid, you grabbed a spoon and sat next to Bucky. That’s when you noticed the plate of bacon sitting on the island.

“LIke a rock,” you answered him, stirring your coffee and taking a sip. The bacon was right under your nose now, and it smelled even better up close. “May I?”

“Of course,” Bucky answered, pushing the plate towards you. “I made this for you. I figured you’d be starving, and I know how much you love bacon.”

Your heart caught in your chest. A man who knows your favorite food is always a keeper. A silence fell over you both, as you shoved pieces of bacon in your face. Bucky’s sudden turn towards you made you jump, but he didn’t notice. He was intent on something.

“Hey, listen,” he said, quickly, grabbing your hand. You stopped chewing and your entire body went rigid, paying as close attention to him as possible. You bit your lip. “If me or Thor went too far last night, please let me know. We were worried we may have gotten a bit too… comfortable.”

The fact that he was even asking you made your heart swell three sizes larger that day.

“No!” you almost shouted, immediately embarrassed. “I mean, no. It was… great.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah…. I mean, I felt so safe. It was totally pure, and I felt that.”

“O-okay, cool,” he stammered, carding his fingers through his hair. A nervous tick. He was smiling so wide, looking down at his hands. “Great.”

You suddenly felt brave, your heart acting out before your brain could advise against it. You grabbed his hand, wrapping your fingers in his like the night before.

“I like this,” you whispered, resting your chin on his shoulder. “All of this.”

“So do we,” Bucky said softly, his head leaning back to boop yours, just to feel the connection.

“We?” you muttered into his skin.

“Yes of course, me and Thor.”

At the mention of his name, you remembered his wet, naked body from yesterday and you swallowed hard at the memory. You noticed his absence, half expecting his booming voice to fill the kitchen any moment.

“Where is he anyway?” you asked, popping another piece of bacon in your mouth.

“He ran to the store. When he gets back, you should talk to him.”

“I will,” you nodded, butterflies flapping their delicate wings in your stomach. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You got up from the stool and kissed Bucky on his cheek, letting your fingers graze along his shoulder as you walked away.

“Need any company?” he asked boldly, and you stopped to turn around. He had a cheeky smile on his face and, to be completely honest, you did want his company. But your brain was able to stop your heart this time, before you dove too deep.

“Not today,” you winked, giving him your cutest smile. “I’ll take a raincheck. Thanks for the bacon.”

You swallowed your lies, knowing full well you wanted him to join you in the shower, as you practically skipped to the bathroom. Before anything happened with Bucky, it was important that you talked to Thor first.

Fuck, you thought, holding onto the handle of the bathroom door. You’re falling for both of them...

Thor walked in from the store and saw Bucky sitting at the island in the kitchen. He put the bags of groceries on the counter, starting to put them away.

“Hey,” he greeted Bucky.

“Hey man.”

Thor walked down the opposite hall and heard the shower running.

“How’s she doing?” Thor asked his friend. “Was she okay about last night?”

“She was, surprisingly. She said she enjoyed it.”

Thor smiled. Bucky chuckled.

“Do you really think she’d be okay with… this?”

“I think she would,” Bucky answered with confidence. “You should see the way she looked at me this morning when I made her bacon.”

“I just want her to be comfortable. I don’t want her to feel awkward.”

“Look, Thor,” Bucky started, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “She’s amazing, we both know this. You and I both fell in love with her basically the first day she moved in here. Talk to her, tell her how you feel. Once she hears both sides, she can make a decision for herself.”

“You’re right, brother,” Thor replied, fist bumping his best friend. “You’re always right.”

“But I must say,” Bucky said playfully. “I get the vibe she likes me more.”

“We’ll just see about that…” Thor answered, walking down the hallway towards your bedroom. He had noticed the shower wasn’t running anymore.

Knock, knock, knock.

You had just finished getting dressed, taking a brush to your hair, when someone knocked on your door.

“It’s just me,” Thor said through the wood, and your stomach tightened. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” you replied, as he opened the door.

He looked just as good as the last time you saw him, if not even better. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly styled to look messy, spiking every which way on the top of his head. His blue eyes were fixed on you so intently, it made you start to sweat. They were blue, just like Bucky’s, but where Bucky’s were a deep sapphire blue, Thor’s were icy; like the clearest spring in a fantasy world. He was smiling at you, and he reached out to take your hand.

“Hi,” he breathed, his massive chest rising and falling under his loose grey t-shirt. Every muscle could be seen underneath. You struggled to catch your breath in his presence.

“Hi,” you managed to squeak back, taking his hand and allowing him to squeeze it.

It was in this moment that you realized that he and Bucky were total polar opposites. Bucky was quieter, more sensitive yet still ruggishly handsome in every way. Thor was a force to be reckoned with; all muscle and brawn but with a soft inner core. And yet, they were both perfect. The two types you needed to balance you out; your ying and yang.

“Is it okay if we talk about last night?” Thor asked, your hand disappearing in his; his thumb brushing over your palms.

“Y-yes, of course,” you replied, feeling nervous. You always felt anxious around Thor, but it was mostly because you wanted him to jump your bones.

“Are you okay with what happened? Bucky and I don’t want to overstep any boundaries. We want you to be comfortable in your own home, and we will do anything to make you happy.”

Anything…

He and Bucky had been so open and honest with you since you moved in. They wouldn’t judge you and it was time for you to speak your truth.

“I’m more than okay with what happened,” you answered, looking down at your feet. Looking into his face was like looking into the sun. “I mean, literally nothing like that has ever happened to  me before so it was… new. But totally enjoyable.”

“Would you like for it to happen again?”

You swallowed.

“Yes…”

Thor let go of your hand and let his palm find the small of your back, pulling you straight to him. Your bodies were touching now, his lips merely inches from your own. Your head was spinning. His fingers traced your cheek, cupping your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“We can give you the world, my love,” he said, licking his bottom lip. It was so sinful, just his tongue peaking out of his mouth, that you would have ripped your clothes off for him right there if you didn’t have enough sense. “With merely your word of approval.”

You were drunk off of his aura, everything about him drew you in deeper. Hanging on his every word, your eyes glazed over as he leaned down and placed the softest kiss to your cheek. He had you hooked, line and sinker.

“S-so like a… relationship?”

“We can be whatever you want us to be. Bucky and I are okay with that, as long as we both can have you. As long as you’re happy.”

Both…

Thor saw your confusion on your face and began to rub your back.

“I know this a lot,” he said. “But we’re prepared for this. For everything. We’re mentally and, physically, committed to a polyamorous relationship. With you. But only if you’re ready.”

Thor said what Bucky was trying to say at breakfast, what they were both trying to say last night in their touches and affection. You had heard of polyamory before, but had never dabbled in it, nor really knew what it was all about.

“I…” you hesitated, and Thor held onto your words with baited breath, as if his world would be crushed if you rejected him. “Want to know more.”

He smiled, so wide; the toothiest most beautiful grin you’d ever seen.

“Come,” he said, taking your hand again and leading you out of the room. “Let’s go discuss the details with Bucky.”

Thor kissed the top of your hand and sent sparks throughout your entire body. He could still see your nervousness as you hesitated, your brain in overdrive.

“Please don’t worry,” he said. “We’re going to take very good care of you.”

And you definitely believed him.

“I promise.”

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