Tony clicks the lock shut and breathes through the heaviness. The weight in his chest is heavier than the one around his neck, but the collar that he’d just put on is responsible for both of them.

He’d designed it himself. The thick band of leather was durable but capable of being cut through in emergencies. Instead of a standard buckle, Tony had inserted a mechanical lock that was capable of being undone by both his and Bucky’s fingerprints. He had lined the inside with lambskin, and it caressed his neck as the collar rested against this throat.

It was his collar, and the bright red star against the black leather showed who he belonged to.

“Hey, Steve’s looking for his sweatshirt. I swore I didn’t take them but have you seen - oh,” Bucky says, freezing in place, as he catches sight of Tony in the collar.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky breathes as he steps forward again. “You finished it.”

Bucky’s hands are gentle where they cup Tony’s face and then guide Tony’s head from side to side so that Bucky can get a good look. Tony’s mouth goes dry as he watches Bucky’s eyes darken, as he feels Bucky’s hands on his face, as he feels the weight of the collar around his neck.

“You’re gorgeous,” Bucky says, and the words sent sparks down Tony’s spine.

Bucky inserts a finger between the collar and Tony’s skin and tugs, frowning at the tightness.

“You need to loosen it,” he says softly, but there’s no question that it’s an order.

“I want the marks,” Tony argues, hands going protectively over the collar.

Bucky’s eyes go molten. “I’ll give you marks,” he promises, “but your collar is too tight. Fix it.”

Tony does, quickly, before his fingers start doing something stupid like shake from the adrenaline.

“It’s heavy,” Bucky comments as he fiddles with it, admiring it around Tony’s neck.

“I wanted it that way.”

Tony wanted the weight. Tony wants to feel it, to remind him that he is Bucky’s, and Bucky is his. Bucky is the one that lifts Tony up and makes him fly and then brings Tony back down, and Tony feels all of that in the collar. The weight is grounding.

“Okay, baby. You look gorgeous in it, Christ,” Bucky says, barely taking his eyes off how the leather looks against Tony’s neck to look Tony in the eyes. “How about you strip and show me what you look like in nothing but your collar? Want to lick every inch of you, tell you how beautiful you are.”

“Thought you had to help Steve find his stuff,” Tony says, pretending innocence, even as the weight of Bucky’s words, the weight of Bucky’s gaze, and the weight of Bucky’s star around his throat has him sinking.

“Steve can take care of his own damn self.”

Tony grins and starts backing away as he slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt.

It makes me really sad to think that we won’t get any new canon MCU stevetony moments anymore. No more interactions in the movies, no red carpet moments, no behind the scenes ):

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15. Any obscure ships?

Well, I wrote before about how much I love Hulkeye. I guess another one would be maybe Sam/Tony? I’ve written quite a bit of it in the Sam/Tony Domestic Avengers series based on Waid’s All New All Different Avengers run where they basically were just married heroes raising 5 children together. Tony made Sam feel even more confident about being Cap and Sam slowly came to see Tony in more of a caring, supportive guidance role. That run was way too short.

I like it in the MCU, too but theres wayyyyy less material. And there shouldn’t be. Tony created Sam’s wings so you could imagine Tony meeting him when he came out to fit the first paratroopers for the pilot program. Tony also created Redwing who Sam loves a whole lot. I wish we’d gotten to see Tony gift him with the wings. Mackie talks about how much he loved Iron Man a lot too. It’s a shame I never really got to see them interact outside of 2 small moments in Civil War.

i absolutely adore your fics, and i cannot tell you the amount of times ive come back to your stories over and over and over. Honestly, my entire obsession for italian!tony comes from almeno tu; and so does my secondhand love for samrhodey. you have this delightful way of addressing the trauma that steve put tony through in civil war without completely vilifying steve (something that is so very hard) and my heart aches everytime i read something you've written. (2/2)

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“second-hand feelings”, gosh, i love that!

thank you so much for this message. and sorry my reply comes so late.

i’m really glad you feel that way about my writing. i honestly couldn’t wish for anything more, making people feel what the characters feel. it’s the best. i try to always ground everything in reality, relating it to myself or similar things i have experienced, and it might not always work but i try to make it work without forcing it. 

re: steve. a lot of people have told me this. i haven’t read many post-cacw fics, so i don’t know much about what the fandom at large has done with that. i know that i didn’t want to make steve a villain nor tony a saint, or vice versa. i don’t want to assume other writers did, because hell, you write what you write and it might not even always be the way you actually feel about the characters. fic isn’t meta and all that, you know? but still, for almeno tu in particular, what i wanted to do was for the whole process of healing and forgiving to be somewhat realistic. i haven’t experienced any of what steve and tony went through, but i’ve been betrayed and i have betrayed, and i know what each feels like. and i let that bleed through, adjusting the characterization along the way. it’s kind of an exhausting method, but it works for me, i guess. 

SAMRHODEY IS EVERYTHING

thank you again for this beautiful messages and sorry again for taking so long to give you this completely disconnected and babbling answer.

24. “Dude. It’s 3am. What the hell?”

I do and this was fun to write as I imagined them in their MIT days which is always a blast. ^^ I hope you like it!

“Hey, honey bear?”

Tony’s voice was loud in the small space of their dorm and he didn’t even bother to whisper. It somehow managed to pull Rhodey from his sweet dreams, his brow furrowing in mild frustration. He tried to fall back to sleep in hopes that Tony didn’t notice the change in his breathing. He hoped that Tony took his rustling around as him simply moving in his sleep, trying to find a comfortable position.

But Tony was too smart for his own damn good and the next words to leave his mouth were I know you’re awake. There was an amused lilt to his tone which showed that he carried little sympathy for waking Rhodey up but there was still time to claw this back. He shuffled around once more with obvious determination before settling in to fall back asleep until-

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed as a small body crashed into his own, nestling itself right on top of his duvet. “Oh my god, why?”

“You were ignoring me,” Tony replied and it was easy to tell that he was pouting. “And I can’t sleep because there’s a question that’s bothering me.” He allowed Rhodey to turn so he was laying on his back and beamed down at him, doe eyes adorably wide and curls mussed beyond help. “It’s important.”

Rhodey couldn’t resist a soft groan of protest but his actions said otherwise as his arms came to lock around Tony’s waist. That pleased Tony thoroughly as he released something akin to a mewl and nuzzled into his warmth.

Goodness, he was lucky he was cute.

“Dude, it’s 3 am ,” Rhodey said, raising an eyebrow tiredly. “What the hell?”

“I was thinking about the creation of our universe,” Tony began and that was it as Rhodey had had enough. He proceeded to roll onto his side with Tony still in his arms, earning him a protesting squeak. “I wasn’t finished with my question!”

“Yes, you are,” Rhodey told him and held him close, his chin resting on top of Tony’s curls. “We can discuss in the morning. Goodnight, Tones.”

“But it’s important.” And Tony would never admit to that being a whine but Rhodey would forever fight him that it was. Though a yawn rounded out the words and Tony grumbled. “I may forget it in the morning.” But he was fading, that burst of energy slowly dissipating as tiredness dragged him to depths of sleep. 

“Goodnight.” Rhodey said once more and smiled at the sleep-slurred words he got in response. 

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listen; im dying at this concept.

disclaimer: this is the first time i do a full winteriron thing, pls excuse any mischaracterization im sorry.

see, bucky obviously doesn't understand the whole meaning, but he does know a few words because he'd searched them up from hearing tony say them so much (for example: the word ass, even before they got together, tony would just turn to natasha - who obviously knows several languages - with a near constipated look on his face, and whimper like he's in actual pain, speaking to her in italian. turns out that's all because he was talking about and pining after buckys very impressive apple)

along the course of their relationship, it turns into dirty talk - each in their own respective language - and so the words bucky finds sound most seductive or alluring to him he looks up.

now. one day tony is so angry, having held onto his lid for so long that it just reaches the limit with him and it just explodes. in the form of almost-tearing-his-hair-out ranting style, red in the face, speaking in rapid-fire italian which somehow sounds even sexier than when he's trying to be seductive how in the fuck. he's obviously bound to slip in a few or several curse words at the villain of the week in there right? tony is angry enough to not be guarding what he's saying, and so subconsciously uses one of the very few words that bucky knows (ass), at least a few times, among other unspeakable things we're not about to mention. and this word is one he's heard many many times under very different circumstances.

saying that this was an inappropriate boner was an understatement, to say the least. the problem was, they were in the middle of a debriefing after a mission gone awry and clint being severely injured. and we all know tony is a mother hen, so he's mad at everything - including himself and even the fly currently buzzing at his ear. he most definitely should not be popping a boner oF aLl ThInGs right now.

so he just sits there for ten whole minutes wallowing in mortification and lust because he can't fuckin help it okay, his boyfriend is sexy and his body agrees, as unfortunate as the timing is. and attempts to devise a plan to remove himself from this very sticky situation. which doesn't work because in every single one of the plans he forms and promptly discards in his mind; he can't find a single way to hide his currently very active libido. so he just accepts his fate - all red in the face from embarrassment - clears his throat to excuse himself, gets up from his seat at the back of the fucking room who put him there and why, and quietly but very awkwardly making his way out of the room while sticking to the whole entire wall at the side of the room. all the while feeling the entire teams eyes trained on him.

when he reaches the front of the room, tony spares him a quick glance at first, still immersed in his ranting and self-blame. but when he catches the unusual redness on the highly trained winter soldier's face and the awkward way he was walking, it dawned on him. like a huge oh. rushing out of his lungs stemming right from the interested twitch that happens in his pants. instead, the adrenaline coursing through him turns from anger straight into excitement and lust. which has tony dashing out the door right behind bucky and the whole team sitting in the meeting room just looking at each other exasperatedly because oh my god they are such useless gays can we get on with this meeting so we can go sleep please?