Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing:Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count:4700+
A/N: By GOLLY it’s been a while. God bless summer cause I’m pretty sure I touched my personal computer maybe 5 times this last 5 months… But we are back. I’ll keep it short and simple and say, I have ideas for the next chapter and hope to get it out this weekend at some point if not sooner. I love you all and I’m so grateful for you patience:)
Chapter 10:
After dinner, Y/N went back to her room with Wanda and Ryker behind her.
She seemed to be doing better after whatever Wanda did once she got here. Magic perhaps, or maybe just a good ol’ fashion friend helping another out of the trenches.
Even with doing better, Bucky could tell her energy was easily depleted by the change in activity from the last week. It wasn’t going to be a perfect or linear bounce back from everything. There were still pieces of grieving that needed to take place.
“A funeral?” Tony questioned. Not out of disbelief, but more so in a tone that showed he hadn’t even thought of that. Though, his thoughts had been somewhere else as of lately.
“I think it would be the best way to get that final piece of acceptance in saying goodbye,” Wanda nodded, arms crossed as she leaned on the wall.
“No, no. I think it’s a great idea,” Tony waved off, putting one his gadgets down before taking a swig of some green juice and then turning back to the red head. “Only thing is, we don’t have a body.”
“It’s not out of the ordinary to not have a body at a funeral.”
“No, but I feel as though that would make it a more sensitive event having no body… Knowing exactly why we don’t have a body…” Tony replied.
“It’s going to be sensitive no matter what,” Nat spoke up in the corner after watching the conversation go down. “But I see what he’s getting at.”
“She needs a proper way of saying goodbye. A place where she can actually let go,” Wanda sighed. “I know it won’t be a normal funeral. But at the end of the day, funerals are where people can say goodbye and put those that are gone, to rest. Whether it be for them or for themselves. In this case, it’s for Y/N to get that final feeling of peace.”
The other two in the room nodded in agreement and then shared a look.
“Do we let her in on it?” Nat asked.
“I’ll plan as much of it as possible for her. All she needs to do is show up. But Nat, can you do a favor for me while I’m getting everything together?” Wanda asked.
“Just let me know, I’ll get it done.”
“Thank you. I’ll text you what I’m thinking. I need to run to the store real fast and then head to my next errand.”
“Need help with anything else?” Tony questioned, tossing a stress ball back and forth between his hands.
“I’ll send out a group text to everyone and have people do whatever they can, but I have most everything taken care of and planned.”
“Great. I’ll be waiting for my job,” Tony nodded.
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Like the pro she is, Wanda had everything scheduled and planned out by the evening. Her and Vis had apparently come up with the idea upon hearing of the entire situation. Wanda, knowing Y/N best, understood the best way for her to move on would be to give her a proper place to grieve and find peace for her lost friend.
So she got a plan together on the flight here, and once she felt Y/N was ready to take the next step, though no one was sure when that would truly be, she put the plan into motion.
She sent Vis and Nat to the flourist knowing that the other red head would know exactly what types of flowers and arrangement would be best. Along with a list she believed fit for Marley as well.
She had Sam, Steve, and Clint on set up even though it wouldn’t be much to do, as they were keeping it simple.
Wanda herself went on an out of city errand to grab some things.
Tony was working on something of his own that he guaranteed to make Y/N feel better. With it, he apparently needed Bruce’s help.
Everyone that was at the compound had a job and everyone else that was close knew when to come.
Oh and Bucky… Bucky’s job was to keep Y/N company.
After talking with Y/N and also seeing Bucky’s worries, Wanda saw it best fit for the two to spend some time together. Besides, Y/N wasn’t the only one who endured that heartbreaking day. Bucky had been there and mourned a part of the situation as well, even if he knew Marley for mere minutes before her sacrifice.
They were currently out throwing the ball for Ryker together and walking around the compound.
Today was one of the few moments where Y/N had actually gone out for sunlight since coming home. Wanda had been there for 4 days now.
The first day was getting Y/N out of her funk, the second was spending time crying and cuddling up to Y/N as they decompressed, and then later tried to avoid the pain by watching old comfort movies together. Then the third, was getting her out of bed long enough to go out and get some Vitamin D and try and get some of her normal routines in.
Now today, being day four, and Y/N in better spirits from her first day visit, Wanda could tell it was time for the next step in her healing.
It had been silent the last 10 minutes or so as they tossed the ball and played with the rottweiler. Not that it was awkward or uncomfortable silence. No. It was more of a needed silence before the inevitable conversation came up.
However, in surprise, Y/N was the first to talk and it wasn’t what he was expecting.
“How are you?” she asked, picking up the slobbered on tennis ball and casually throwing it close to a block away from where they were standing.
He furrowed an eyebrow at the question and looked at her from the side.
“Don’t act shocked that I’m asking you,” she chuckled quietly under her breath, brushing off her hands and still looking forward.
“I’m ok,” he answered after a few seconds.
“You do realize I’m a human lie detector,” she laughed, crouching down and deciding to take a seat on the manicured grass. When he didn’t reply or move, she smiled looking down at her hands before him. “Energy shifts… Practically at everything.” Her shoulders raised up and down softly.
He nodded, taking note once again, and then carefully sat next to her. His knee stays bent and he leans an arm on it before picking at the grass.
“It was worrying…” He mumbled under his breath.
“What part?” she replied softly, now also finding the small clips of weeds peaking through the surface of the highly taken care of lawn. Funny how even a billionaire’s yard wasn’t perfect.
He let out a soft breath of air, looking up seeing Ryker running back.
“All of it,” he said.
There was a short silence as Ryker dropped the ball and happily danced in his place as he waited for Bucky to throw it this time.
Bucky chuckled at the dog he had created a bond with these last two weeks. Taking the offer, he gladly chunked the ball as far as he could, giving Ryker a good distance to run.
“He likes you a lot,” Y/N smiled at her four legged friend who was excited to get out and get some air. “I mean, I may be a little worried he likes you more than me at this point,” she laughed.
“I highly doubt that.”
“I don’t know. I see the way he looks at you,” Y/N hummed.
“I really don’t think I can beat you out after maybe a month of knowing him,” Bucky chuckled.
“He is very particular of people. Much like me,” Y/N shrugged, throwing a weed to the side and going for another one. Bucky watched as her fingers dug into the ground without a care of the dirt getting under her nails. “I can tell. His energy is very trusting and empathetic toward you.”
“He’s a good dog,” was the only way Bucky knew how to take the compliment. He knew what she was saying meant a lot to her and her pet. But he was never great at taking sweet words with grace.
“He’s been through hell and back. So yeah, he’s perfect considering what he could have become.”
Bucky’s forehead crinkled at her comment. He had remembered a while back when Y/N had mentioned going to pick him up when she first got here that he was older, but she had never really gone into his past.
“How old is he again?” Bucky tried to question casually.
Y/N let out a genuine, yet short, laugh at that.
“Honestly?” she said, peering up at him through her lashes, getting a nod, and then looking back to where Ryker was prancing to them, shaking the tennis ball back and forth with his head violently. “I don’t know for certain, but he’s at least 50 years old.”
There was silence. No instant reaction. Just silence.
When she turned to Bucky he was dead staring at her with straight face.
“No, I’m not joking. Yes, I said 50… The big 5-0,” she nodded already knowing his question to come.
A few minutes went by and the next time Ryker came up, he rolled into Y/N’s lap, showing his belly and waiting for scratches from his owner. The neon green ball never leaving his mouth.
As Y/N waited patiently for Bucky to come back to reality, she sat scratching and loving on the black and brown dog as she felt she should have been the last week.
Eventually he spoke up.
“H-How?”
“I never told you this story?”
“I feel like I would have remembered.”
“I guess you’re right,” she shrugged. “I found him on one of my missions in the late 70’s. I infiltrated an experimentation lab. Funny how 50 some odd years later, and they never seem to die off,” she huffed out in annoyance. “Hell, we both know they were around way before the 70’s, but that’s besides the point. The building was set to self destruct, but it was luckily after I got everyone out. But I felt like something was still in there. It wasn’t a human soul, but an animal.”
Bucky watched as she retold the story. The process of distracting her from her present issues seemed to help bring her slowly out of the pit.
“I went through the building quickly before everything was mere dust. I released some cats, rabbits, snakes, and rats. A weird amount of exotic pets. But there was one room that was closed off and locked down more than the others. I had barely 2 minutes before the place went under, but there was so much fear and terror exuding from that room, I couldn’t leave it. It didn’t take me but 5 seconds to break through the heavy armored doors, but inside was an adolescent pup. Confused, terrified, and alone.”
When she looked at Ryker, he stopped rolling on the ground and came over to lick her face. In what Bucky believed was to comfort her in knowing he wasn’t in that situation anymore. As long as he was by her side, he wouldn’t have to worry about being put back into that kind of situation again. That’s the amount of love and trust he had for her.
“Thanks, pal,” Y/N laughed, kissing the top of his head. Bucky knew they communicated silently. The two were more than bonded. “Long story short, I got him out, but not until I got him to believe I was there to help him. It took a second, but we got out of that place just in time.”
“Did you ever figure out why he was there or what the extra protection was for?” Bucky asked.
“Well, it wasn’t just humans that were being experimented on. And unfortunately, this was when I was somewhat coming back from a long hiatus of working, so I was a little rusty on taking every precaution while on the job…”
“What do you mean?” he dragged out confused.
“He wasn’t the only animal that came out of there power tapped out. There were some other animals that I had let go that were infected or injected with something. It took SHIELD a while to find everything I had released. There still might be a few teleporting rabbits out there…”
“How-Why didn’t I- There are teleporting rabbits?”
“That’s besides the point,” she waved off casually.
“Is it?” Bucky said, turning his head, but she kept explaining.
“The reason we know is because after I reported back to SHIELD, I started to investigate why Ryker would have been in there. He seemed totally normal, and I knew because he never left my side after we bonded instantly. Became my little sidekick right off the bat.”
“Was he not one of the experiments?” Bucky asked, bringing up his other leg and wrapping his arms around as he listened in.
“I was starting to think that after not finding anything on him. No records or anything from a pet so well secured in the building. That is until we were ambushed one night on an evening walk. I was terrified of Ryker getting hurt or triggered…”
“Did he?”
“Triggered? Yes. Hurt? Not even close. And that’s what told me he wasn’t a normal rottweiler puppy…” Y/N ruffled the soft fur on the top of the dog’s head and squeezed his cheek. “We got out of there with zero scratches. Wanna show him how, Ryk?”
The dog tilted his head to the side in a jerk, like he was asking a silent question.
“Go on. We got the space,” she gestured to him to go further out in the field.
Ryker sent one more questioning look before his ears went back in excitement. He pranced about 15 feet out into the field and then looked one more time for confirmation. Y/N laughed before yelling out a foreign word like one she said on the farm. The code word got a bark from Ryker before next thing Bucky knew, the dog’s face was dangling over him.
And no… Not the normal size face. His head was now ten times the normal size if not more. Bucky had leaned back into the grass as the dog’s body hovered over him after becoming the size of a bus or two.
“What the-!” Bucky shouted in shock and looked up with bug eyes.
“Yeah, he gets big,” Y/N smiled up at him. “Oh, and this.” She sat up and walked over to his leg. Again she said something in another language. On command, Ryker brought one of his giant paws up and stomped it showing he received the command. “Come here,” she motioned to Bucky.
“Why?” he asked nervously. Maybe it wasn’t nerves as much as it was shock from the fact the dog he had been taking care of the last week had superpowers the whole time.
“Come on. Just trust me,” she waved him on. Even offering him her hand when she saw his hesitance. “He won’t bite. Trust me if he wanted to, he would have already.”
Bucky slowly took her hand and stood up. But she didn’t let it go until they were standing next to Ryker’s leg that was now as tall as a flag pole.
He looked at the leg but it looked no different other than his size, then he looked back at her.
“Am I missing something?” he said gently, going to touch the leg even though he was expecting it to possibly spontaneously combust, or something outlandish like that.
“Punch him,” Y/N said without any sense of apprehension.
“Pardon?” Bucky froze in his spot at her words.
“Hit him. With your metal arm too,” she restated.
“I’m not going to- Y/N, why would you want me to-?”
“Ugh, no one ever takes the first shot,” she rolled her eyes before smiling slyly. “Just kidding, that was a test. Thanks for not punching my dog.”
“What if I had?” Bucky asked with a confused and alarmed look.
“I knew you wouldn’t. Only the people with bad intentions do it without a second thought. I’ve weeded out some bad agents with that one.”
“Y/N-” he was wanting to get to the point of her asking him to punch the dog. Not that he didn’t want to hear about this, but it was concerning she was asking such a thing.
“If you had, nothing would have happened,” she went over and petted the side of Ryker’s leg. “Watch,” she gestured for him to come closer. He hesitated a little longer this time. “I’m not going to make you do anything ridiculous, I promise. Just come pet him.”
In a slow pace, he walked over to the other side of Ryker’s leg and began to pet him. Nothing crazy happened.
“Nunc, Ryker,” she said in Latin.
Just as Bucky’s hand went to pet the fur, all his weight leaned forward as Bucky fell into the weight of Ryker. His foot hadn’t moved from his spot, but Bucky’s body almost fell through where the leg was standing strong.
“What just-”
“He can change his density,” Y/N summed up immediately. “Like Vision.”
“So did I just,” Bucky examined his hand when he pulled it back.
“Go through him? Yeah. He made himself thin out his particles. Or something like that. I don’t know. Banner tried to explain it and it got complicated.” She patted him a few more times. “Which is why if you wanted to punch him as hard as you can, it might leave a little scratch on those vibranium knuckles.”
“He’s that strong?” Bucky said impressed.
“Well, I haven’t voluntarily hit him with Steve’s shield ever, so I’m not hundred percent sure, but from the lab test Bruce has run on him, he’s able to adjust to the density of whatever he’s fighting. It’s an adaptation mutation.”
“I can see that,” he said as he tapped the dog’s leg that was rock solid now. Like tapping the side of a mountain. “Huh. You have a superhero dog.”
“He’s my mutant mutt. That’s what I call him,” she smiles before saying new commands and the giant dog went back to normal size.
Bucky took a step back at the change and looked from the dog to Y/N with giant eyes.
“Well… I wasn’t expecting that,” he said slowly.
“No one does. It’s our favorite party trick,” Y/N winked patting Ryker’s head as he leaned on her side.
There was a moment of silence before Bucky chuckled and then leaned down to pet Ryker’s head. Showing he wasn’t scared, but in fact impressed by the guard dogs talent.
“Thank you,” Y/N said a moment later. “For taking care of him when I couldn’t. In doing that, you took care of me as well.”
Bucky looked up at Y/N with kind eyes seeing similar ones on him, but also with a hint of seriousness.
“It’s nothing-” he started.
“It’s most definitely something,” she cut him off. “No one has to do anything in this world. Everything anyone does is 100% a choice. And you decided to care for a practical stranger’s dog without hesitance, while she mopped around like a dead person waiting to be resurrected… I’m sorry for the dramatics of these last few weeks… I didn’t mean to rope anyone into it with me.”
The last parts were said with a hint of anger at the process of her grieving.
“Y/N, how a person grieves isn’t about dramatics. It’s unique. Every person has a different way of coping and processing loss. You can’t give it a level of how dramatic a person is when dealing with it,” he said with concern as he stood back up to her height. “And you know for a fact that anyone in that building would drop everything in a heartbeat to pull you out of any kind of pit you find yourself in.”
“Yes, I know, but-”
“Stop. Don’t even finish that sentence. Just let people take care of you,” he said simply, grabbing both of her shoulders in his hands and stepping only a foot away from her. “It’s something that’s taken me years to allow myself, but it’s served me so much good when I put my guard down and allow people to care for me. You aren’t any different. You deserve that same kind of care.”
She looked up at him and processed his words. It looked as though they had a new meaning to her and it was never something she thought about. Which he wasn’t shocked by. From what he’s heard and seen, she’s selfless and one to look out for others.
Before she could respond however, Nat showed up behind the two.
“Hate to break up your chat,” she said softly, not wanting to startle the two, but the truth was they both heard her walking up. “But can I borrow you for a minute, Y/N?”
They didn’t break eye contact for a minute then Bucky took a step back and motioned gently for her to lead the way.
Y/N smiled and sent a nod showing she did understand what he was getting at even though she didn’t have time to say.
“Yeah, yeah. What do you need, Nat?” she said with a small smile as she walked toward her.
Ryker looked up to Bucky and nudged his nose on his pants before running to catch up with Y/N.
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“You need me to do what?” she asked as Nat pulled her into the bathroom with one hand behind her back and the other on her forearm guiding her.
“Just take a shower. You don’t have to wash your hair if you don’t want to, I can style it later. I laid out a dress for you when you get out. You choose if you want makeup or not. Then we are meeting the team downstairs for something and-”
“Nat, slow down. What’s going on?” she stopped once she reached the shower door.
Nat sighed and let her go before moving to the door. “Just trust me, please. That’s all I ask,” she replied with a genuine smile. “I put my sugar scrub that you made and sent to me a while back on the shelf. Use that if you want.”
After that, she shut the door and left Y/N to herself.
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“Wanda, is there anything else you need help with?” Clint asked just as she was about the door to Y/N’s room.
“Is everyone ready at the location?” she asked him, pulling her hand from the knob.
“We’re the last one’s to go. I have the car downstairs ready for us,” he nodded.
“Then you’ve done enough. Thank you again, Clint,” she smiled.
“Anything for you girls. I’ll be downstairs when she’s ready,” he winked and turned back to the foyer.
Quietly coming in, Nat was sitting on her phone on the bed and the light under the doorway showed Y/N was likely in the bathroom doing last touches.
“Does she know?” Wanda whispered.
“I feel like with her intuition and the dress I picked out, she’ll figure it out pretty quickly,” Nat shrugged. “But I couldn’t tell you. She hasn’t come out yet.”
Wanda took in a breath and nodded, slowly walking up to the door. She channeled in some and could feel Y/N’s sadness. It was strong, but still not as strong as the first day she came. It showed she was grieving and coming back slowly, but this wasn’t going to be a quick bounce back.
“Y/N?” she gently knocked on the door with the tips of her knuckles. She looked back worriedly to Nat, who was biting her lip waiting for the outcome herself. “Can I come in?”
There was a pause and right before Wanda was going to turn the knob, it slowly creaked open and Y/N was in the doorway.
Her face was the slightest bit red from fresh tears being shed, though there were no water marks along her face. She must have cleaned them up before the girls saw.
“Hey,” Wanda said with a reassuring smile. Then she could tell. Y/N’s look and energy alone told that she knew what was going on. No need to look in her head. “Are you ready?” she asked in a tender tone.
Y/N slowly bit her lip, an attempt to keep the new tears from escaping too soon. Then she took a deep breath and nodded.
Wanda offered her hand and she took it with a thankful smile. As they started walking to the door, Nat opened it and lent her arm to Y/N.
The two flanking her side like the pillars they were for her. Both there for moral support and emotional support. As well as every other type of support a person can lend and then some.
Saying goodbye is never easy, but when you have friends like this, it makes it seem somewhat possible.
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You sat on your bed in tears. It was as you danced with Steve that night at Tony’s party that you had watched over his shoulder as Bucky had left with another woman. Technically, he had every right. The two of you weren’t a couple. You had been sleeping together for seven months and you were desperately in love with him, but he had told you many times he didn’t want a relationship. He never told you why, but he insisted that what was going on between the two of you stay casual. You had agreed but, stupidly, you had fallen for him and watching him take another woman to his bed hurt. You knew he probably had before but he had never done it in front of you.
Things changed since that night where Y/N took control and had us give her what she wanted. It wasn’t a complete 180, but it was definitely there, whenever Bucky allowed her some space to flex her cute little claws and mount me, taking her pleasure however she saw fit.
It was safe to say that Bucky was also enjoying this experience, this opportunity to learn more about himself. I loved seeing him understand what it felt for me to be under his control, and our bond was now deeper than it had already become once we invited Y/N into our relationship.
So it was only a matter of time until we took it a step further. I waited until Bucky approached the subject, as he was obviously the one who had more to overcome to be able to explore this with us.
“So… Sweetheart,” he addressed her one day, clearing his throat, and I perked up at the timidness in his voice, already having an inkling as to what he was going to ask her. “Do you remember that night that you punished me?”
Her eyebrow quirked and she nodded, attention having been raised from the book on her lap to focus on the man between us. It had barely been a month, of course she remembered. I doubted any of us would ever forget.
“Would you… Would you be interested in doing it again?” He sounded so hesitant. It was so unlike the Bucky I was used to seeing, the Bucky he had become after months of coaching him out of his trauma, it made me reach out for his hand so I could rub gentle circles to the back of it.
“You want me to punish you, James?” She asked, abandoning the book on the couch to kneel before him, a sultry look on her face that had me gulping, my cock immediately hardening. I had no doubt Buck was feeling much the same way. “Why? Have you been a bad boy?”
I saw the way he bit on his lower lip as she threw her leg over his lap to settle on it, pulling him by the back of his head to capture his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. They separated with a smack, and before I could remember I was actually there and not just an audience member of what had to be the sexiest porn ever created, she turned to me and pulled me to kiss her too, humming in delight when her tongue penetrated my mouth.
“You boys make me so happy,” she sighed once we parted, and when she opened her eyes to meet ours, there was mischief written all over them. “You want to be good for me so I’ll be good to you?”
My cock couldn’t possibly get any harder than it did at Bucky’s immediate and submissive little nod, the shy smile on his face that he didn’t allow to take over his entire expression.
“Perfect.” I felt anticipation rising inside of me, trying to figure out her next move, but much to my surprise, she climbed down from his lap and threw herself in the space between us, sighing softly. “I have a few things planned for the very near future. You two better be ready for it.”
Y/N’s P.O.V.
Turns out, they weren’t all that ready for it. It’s not like they tried to pounce or me or something - they respected me too much to do something that would force me past my comfort zone when I wasn’t ready for it.
No, what happened was that Bucky and Steve became the whiniest, most anxious babies I had ever come to meet in my entire life. And the worst part about it? They didn’t even come out and say it explicitly. So I just had to deal with two weeks of huffs and crossing and uncrossing of legs, eyes clearly settled heavily on me but that would quickly divert once I turned to check on them with a raised eyebrow.
Turns out, not knowing what I was about to do and when I would do it was almost torturous to them, especially to Bucky. But I figured that much was understandable since he was so used to being the one in control.
It all made me feel even more excited and special about being the one who would help them explore this.
Finally, after what the boys probably considered to be fourteen days too late, my packages arrived and I was ready to assume the role I was eager to explore.
I waited for an afternoon where I knew they wouldn’t come home before I wanted them to be there and set everything up, feeling that instigating mixture of nerves and anticipation that had me giggling to myself.
I did my makeup with the utmost care, paying special attention to how I hydrated my skin before putting on the leather high heel boots I had bought and the long silky robe over my otherwise naked skin.
I was ready to take care of my boys now.
“Sweetheart?” It was Bucky’s voice that sought me out first, when I heard the keys dangling by the door. “You home already?” I remained silent, sat by the same chair I had occupied the night that I made Bucky realize there was a little bit of a submissive in him.
My legs were crossed so just enough skin of my thighs would show. The perfect amount to entice them.
“Darling?” This time, it was Steve’s voice, and it came from much closer. He was the first one to see me, stopping by the door, mouth hanging open at the sight that awaited him.
“What’s wrong?” I heard James speak behind him before I saw his figure approach until he could look over our boyfriend’s shoulder. “Holy fuck.” I wanted to grin at the success of my plan, but I forced the smile to become more of a smirk.
“Come in,” I ordered, enjoying how they rushed to fulfill my demand until they were standing by the foot of the bed. Bucky reached for his shirt almost instinctively, and it took Steve’s slap on his hand to get him to realize that I hadn’t allowed that yet.
“It’s okay,” I granted wanting to see their beautiful bodies completely exposed. “I want you two to undress each other.” They both smirked, turning to stare at one another, hands reaching out for their clothing until Steve looked at me.
“Can I kiss him, miss?” Fuck. I liked that.
“Yes, good boy.” I nodded, knowing how Steve enjoyed being praised. “Kiss him deep, that way I know you can do.” Steve’s eyes were heavy-lidded when his hands came up to cradle Bucky’s face, pulling the other man to meet his lips. The kiss was messy, all tongues and teeth and by the time they parted to breathe, the rest of their clothes laid by their feet, on the floor.
“What now… miss?” Bucky was the one to ask, rushing to correct himself when he realized he could have potentially sounded impertinent. It was hard to stifle a giggle at his nervous behavior. I wasn’t used to see him act that way.
“Now I want you to keep your eyes on me.” I made sure they were doing as I told when my hands wrapped around the straps of the robe and I pulled it undone, leaving it on the floor before I approached my boyfriends. The reverence in their eyes were all of the ego boost I needed to keep going, seeing them look at me like that, almost as if they had forgotten how to speak.
“Get on you hands and knees on the bed.” Bucky frowned but Steve did as I said without any hesitation, softly pulling the other supersoldier to follow. They assumed the position I wanted, side by side, and I could see James was trembling in an effort to hold back from looking over his shoulder, figuring out what I was going to do.
There was a lot I wanted to do, so much I wanted to explore. But before I could do that, I needed to be sure of something. So I climbed up on the bed in front of them, holding each of their jaws.
“Do you boys trust me?” This time, there was no hesitation from any of them.
“Yes,” Steve nodded.
“Blindly,” Bucky confirmed it, and for that, they both got a quick peck on the lips, just enough to leave them wanting more. Then I resumed my position behind them, taking in the sight of their asses and licking my lips at it.
Now, the fun part began. Grabbing the lube I’d strategically positioned close to me earlier, I made sure to pour a significant amount on both of them before I started to tease them, one hand on each boy, massaging their ass.
“Is this what the two of you wanted? Me to take care of your needs?” Steve easily moaned a ‘yes’, but Bucky held back, hands fisting the sheets before him when my hand slipped down to circle his puckered hole.
“You have to be a good boy, remember? Otherwise, you’ll only get to watch while I fuck your boyfriend.” A sharp inhale let me know I was in the right direction, and he struggled to control his hips when I let my finger slip in past the first knuckle.
“Yes, miss.” Grinning, I leaned down to kiss his cheek while I buried a finger in Steve’s ass too. I knew this was hard for him, so I was prepared to reward every little victory along the way.
“Good boy.” He whined loudly when I managed to fit another one in each of them, keeping my movements the same and watching for the difference in their reactions. While Steve was open about his pleasure, moans and whimpers spilling freely from his delicious lips, Bucky struggled to reel in his sounds, body trembling as his muscles tensed up under my ministrations.
“You know you can give into the pleasure, don’t you, James?” I licked my lips when I noticed how intensely he was listening to me, trying to grasp onto every little bit of my authority while not letting it affect him too deeply.
It wasn’t working.
“Look at Steve,” I commanded, and when he didn’t, I thrusted my fingers inside of him more harshly. “Look at him.” I waited until his head turned to the side, his face pressed into the pillow so he could meet our boyfriend’s beautiful blue eyes. They looked blissfully out of it, and it made me wetter than anything else to know I was able to affect them like this.
“Don’t you want to feel that way?” I asked, licking my lips at the sight of Bucky reaching for Steve’s hand to press a kiss against the back of it. They kept them tightly joined on the mattress and it got to me in a way I never though a loving gesture ever could.
“Don’t you want to let go and let me take care of you?” At long last, I saw him nod. It was a small nod, almost hesitant, and he kept his eyes on Steve the entire time, as if drawing courage from the other supersoldier to go through with this, but when I felt his body melt against the bed, releasing all of its tension, I knew he had succumbed to the pleasure I could give him.
“Oh, fuck, James…” I praised, looking from him to Steve and back to him again. “You take my finger so well. And you, honey…” I turned to Steve, who looked over his shoulder at me with a smile on his face. “You’re so perfect for me. My perfect boys. You make me so happy.”
I felt them coming even before Bucky’s broken cry resonated through the room, his free hand curled into a fist that he used to hit the mattress, trying to control his reactions but still losing the fight as he thrusted back against my fingers and gave into bliss.
Biting my lip to contain my grin, I slowed my thrusts until I could slip my fingers from them, and then climbed on the bed to gather the two much larger men in my arms as best as I could.
“I love you both so much,” I whispered, pressing kisses to their foreheads while my fingers danced over the soft skin of their backs. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”
I waited until their breathing got deeper again, denouncing their recovery, to tease, “I didn’t think you’d be able to hold back. I’m so proud of you.” Steve chuckled, face pressed to my other thigh, while Bucky slowly blinked back into his usual demeanor.
“It was harder to relax than I thought it would be…” He admitted, drawing random patterns on the inside of my thigh. “But you did a fantastic job, doll. The prettiest dom there ever was.”
I giggled at his words, shaking my head at how he kept flirting with me even now that he had me. “I just did what I love when you do to me…” I admitted, playing with Steve’s strands while I looked deep into Bucky’s eyes. “Now, let’s clean you boys up… and the bed!” I cringed, realizing the mess we’d made.
The days that followed that first night (and morning) were blissful days. I’d grown accustomed to walking in to find Bucky and her tangled with one another, his fingers buried in her hair as he kissed her until she was out of breath, and he found me in the exact same position just as many times.
In short, we couldn’t stop kissing or making out with her. Which is why it was only a matter of time until the rest of the team found out. We couldn’t just stay all three of us in our designated floor of the Stark tower, after all.
“There you guys are!” Tony excitedly greeted us as Bucky and I made our way to the common living area that had been reorganized to welcome a few selected guests into one of our biweekly impromptu parties - or as impromptu a party can be when Tony is involved and it happens that regularly. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”
We exchanged a few glances, trying to decide how to play this out because it was the absolute truth. Whereas usually we’d have all of our big meals with the rest of the group, we hadn’t even left the apartment ever since that night Y/N joined us for dinner.
“Yes… We’ve been… celebrating our anniversary,” Bucky managed to remember, much to Tony’s delight.
“Oh, yeah! That’s right! Congratulations, I’ll have to go find a gift for you both sometime…’’ I tuned out his usual loud chatter in favor of looking around the room in search of the best anniversary gift we had ever gotten - our girl. But as my eyes darted from one side to the other, it quickly became clear that she still hadn’t arrived.
It was weird how deflated it made me feel, especially considering just how much time we’d spent with her until she excused herself to go back to her own floor and get ready for the party.
Still, I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt her absence. Bucky abruptly stopped talking to Tony as she made her way into the living room, wearing a long blue dress that managed to be classy and sexy at the same time.
“Excuse us, won’t you?” I asked, immediately so hypnotized with her beauty and allure that I didn’t stop to think as my feet took me in her direction, until I was close enough to pull her by the waist and kiss her lips.
The second we parted, I knew I’d done something wrong - if not because of the way she looked at me, with wide eyes and mouth slightly open, at least due to the fact that not a single sound could be heard across the room.
Thankfully, my husband knew exactly what to do. I heard his warm chuckle behind me, signaling his approach before I felt his hand clasping my shoulder. “So much for keeping it on the down low, punk.”
Y/N’s P.O.V.
And so Bucky saunters over and leans down to press a kiss to my lips too, making it clear that there wasn’t anything wrong in his marriage to Steve, just something different: me.
We’d talked about this before, how it would be best not to tell everyone until we were certain about what this would become, but the boys had been almost too sure about me and my place in their relationship for me to believe that they would be able to keep it in. It was sweet and heartwarming, but it also made me anxious like nothing else.
Shivers went down my spine as I felt a thousand eyes settle on my back. Even with Steve’s protective hand keeping me close to him, I didn’t feel as comfortable as when it was just the three of us together.
Maybe if it was only the team that was gathered… but with the not-so-few guests Tony always assembled, I knew there were many women present that desired the men who so distractedly seemed to hover around me, keeping me safe, keeping me busy. I barely had the time to worry about those envious stares, even if I managed to acknowledge them, because my team - my family - was too interested in this new development, too excited to understand what had happened.
I let the boys do the talking. I wasn’t too comfortable with our relationship from an external point of view yet, and even though I had tried to make that clear, I think they only really realized it that night, when my usual animated and chatty personality was nowhere to be found.
“Is there something wrong?” Bucky finally asked when we retreated to their floor for the night, but not without many whistles and commentary from people that really didn’t help with how I was feeling.
I didn’t want to talk about it. Not yet, anyway - but this was the hard part. If I was dating anyone else, I’d come home and talk to Bucky and Steve about this. How could I do that when they were the people I needed to talk about?
I had to give it a try, though. At least because of the way Steve looked at me, with those puppy dog eyes that made it seem like he’d been hit, warning me that he would keep blaming himself for my mood for the rest of the evening - and probably even later, until I did the thing I was dreading.
“I just wasn’t ready to let everyone know about us yet,” I admitted, hugging myself as I waited for their reactions. I knew them well enough to know that at first, they wouldn’t understand me - too scared of what I meant, too scared that this was me, not fully in on the idea of being theirs.
“Why not?” Bucky questioned, eyebrows furrowed and eyes sparkling with hurt. It made me sigh, because that vision, that doubt, killed me too - so I knew what they were feeling. “We’ve been wanting you for so long… It’s only natural that we’ll want to show the world how happy you’ve made us.”
“And I believe that, but no one else gets this.” I motioned to the three of us. “No one else knows how this came to be and no one knows about the love that already existed between us before that evening. So can you imagine what they’ll think of me?”
That was the line I didn’t want to use because I knew it would get to them. Steve was quick to close the gap between us, hand softly cradling the side of my face so I’d look him in the eye. “I’m sorry, darling.” I knew he truly was. “We didn’t think…”
“Yeah,” Bucky breathed out, approaching the two of us. I could see the guilt in his eyes, and so I reached out to him, holding one of his hands with mine while the other was wrapped around Steve’s wrist. “I- Shit, I’m so sorry, doll.”
I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand, trying to reassure him that I wasn’t mad, just nervous about the situation. “I know… I need you both to understand that I love you, and I am so happy to be with you two. But not everyone will see this for what it truly is, and I will have to face a lot of shit over it.”
It was the first time I said it in this context, after we’ve been together sexually and elevated our relationship into a romantic one, and I could see that they understood it for what it is. Bucky’s eyes softened while Steve’s widened, his own thumb now rubbing over my cheekbone, much like I was doing to his husband’s hand.
“We love you too,” he reassured me, making me smile as I rose up on my tiptoes to give him a quick peck. When I returned to my usual height, it was Bucky’s turn - he pulled me by my hold on his hand, turning me to him as he captured my lips on a passionate kiss.
“Yes, we do.” His smile melted me from the inside, so it was a good thing that Steve’s firm body slotted itself against my back, his firm hands grabbing my hips. Stuck between the two of them, I couldn’t help but think to myself that whatever hate would come my way- this made it all worth it. This, right here, being with my two favorite people in the entire world, getting to love them and make them happy, would always be more than enough.
My panties became wet when Steve reached over and pulled Bucky for a kiss, effectively trapping me between the two of them as they made out with me standing right there. “Excuse me?” I jokingly scoffed, prompting the two men to chuckle.
Bucky’s P.O.V.
She was so much smaller than either of us - well, most people were, but most people weren’t as adorable and arousing as she was, with her tiny frame looking up at us with a pout on her perfect lips.
I rubbed my thumb on it, pulling her bottom lip down before leaning over her and kissing her once more. Steve’s hand ran down my hair, caressing my nape before dipping under my shirt, making me shiver.
The combination of both of their touches was everything I never thought I needed in life until I finally managed to have it. “Let us make it up to you, pretty girl.” He kissed her shoulder, nose rubbing over her throat so he could deposit another kiss on the back of her ear, and my mouth fell open to allow me to breathe. I don’t think I’d ever get used to how fucking hot it made me to see Steve take care of her. “Let us remind you why this is all that matters, this, right here - the three of us.”
She came easily when we guided her back to our room, a small smile on her face at how gentle the situation felt. We all knew it - love was in the air, the desire to cherish and reassure, and I couldn’t wait to get started on that.
But much to our surprise, instead of falling on the king size bed, she actually threw herself on the small sofa in front of it, mostly chosen as a piece of decoration that we usually ignored (unless there was a pile of laundry on top of it).
“Baby girl?” I questioned, amused at her obviously bratty behavior, but she chose to ignore me, instead reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head. Once the fabric was on the floor, she turned her attention to her undergarments, also making quick work of that before sitting back on the sofa and putting her feet up on it, her pussy displayed for Steve and I to take in.
“I can’t very well reward the sort of behavior you two enacted tonight.” Her tone was teasing, it was clear that this was just a way to let off some steam for her, but it made my cock hard like nothing else. “So you’ll just have to sit and watch.”
Steve was already on the edge of the mattress, eyes fixated on the spot between her thighs as her hand slowly traveled down to touch her clit. I let myself fall by his side, mouth suddenly dry at the show we were witnessing, the way her digits dipped inside her hole only to go back up and rub her little nub, until the most beautiful, symphonic moans were falling from her lips.
God, she was beautiful. I craved to be the reason for her sounds of pleasure. It made me impatient and irritated, so I knew it was only a matter of time until…
“Are you sure this is what you want to do, sweetheart?” I warned, one eyebrow raised although my gaze kept locked on her sopping wet hole. “You should know better than to taunt us…”
But stubborn as she was, instead of scrambling to make this right, all she did was make it even worse for her, as she started giggling like what I had said was the funniest thing in the world.
“Maybe this way you’ll learn how to properly touch me.” Both Steve and I sucked in a breath, not quite believing the path she had chosen to tease us. My arousal was taking control of me so quickly, my chest heaved with the effort to breath.
By my side, I knew Steve was feeling much the same way. The way his fingers gripped my thigh, how he leaned closer to her like he was about to leap in her direction showed as much.
“I swear to God, if you don’t give us that pussy right about now…” He growled, making me groan as I rubbed my crotch at the sound of his dominant tone. It wasn’t always that it came out, but now that we had her it was becoming more and more common each day, and it made my cock throb.
“Beg me for it,” came the demand from the other side of the room, her little chin held high as she kept fingering herself with that defiant look in her eyes.
“Excuse me?” I gasped, almost truly offended at her order, but I was quickly going to learn that tonight, she was the one in charge.
“You heard me,” she insisted, eyes dark as I had never seen them before. “Otherwise I’ll lock myself in my room for the rest of the night and cum on my fingers over and over again.”
The way she tilted her head before giving her final threat was almost patronizing. “Do you want to watch me or do you want to fuck me?”
Steve and I exchanged a quick look and I licked my bottom lip, throat feeling dry at the prospect of not getting to bury my cock deep inside of her.
“Please, let us fuck you.” Unsurprisingly, he was the first one to break. I was half expecting him to get on his knees and crawl to her when she beckoned him with a single finger, and he did just that.
Y/N’s P.O.V.
The second Steve found his way between my thighs, I leaned down to connect our lips in a kiss that lingered way past my lung capacity. I was desperate for him, but also desperate to put on a show for the supersoldier who hadn’t cracked just yet.
“Since you’re being such a good boy,” I whispered, breaking apart to run my fingers through his hair. “I’ll let you get me off.” I nodded to Steve, who grinned as my fingers got lost in his strands. Never one to procrastinate, he immediately got to work, eliciting a loud moan from me as his tongue licked me from hole to clit.
“And you,” I managed to turn my attention back to Bucky despite the moans interrupting my speech. “You will sit there and watch, since you can’t give me what I need.”
I knew we were crossing a line previously unseen in the relationship, as I assumed this more authoritative behavior. Bucky was obviously the one usually in control, and although Steve had been more than glad to be just as dominant with me, he loved submitting to his partner, and I could see that he had as much of a fun time doing it with me.
Getting to experiment with this and seeing it work on at least one of them changed everything to us from here forward - Bucky knew he could either use me as a tool to torture Steve or just… well, use me. The only other possibility was for him to learn something new about himself too, and give into his own submissive needs should they actually be a part of his kinky personality.
This is what I was offering him. A way to explore more, a means to learn more about him and his body in the context of our relationship. I knew he understood all of this, but I also knew it was hard. This wasn’t what he was used to do, and as fun and adventurous as his sex life obviously was, a little bit of courage is always needed to try out new things, especially something he clearly didn’t think himself capable of up until now.
Steve’s moans against my cunt were my anchor to reality as my thoughts escaped to far more reasonable areas than I should be able to focus on, with him making a mess of me between my legs. His slurping sounds were loud and clearly for Bucky’s benefit, so I wasn’t surprised when after a few minutes he raised his gaze to me and commented, “God, how do you taste so sweet?”
I bit down a laugh, my own hands roaming around my body and settling on my breasts, feeling their weight as I played with my nipples. I cried out in ecstasy as his fingers made their way into me, immediately locating my sweet spot so he could rub it to bring me more pleasure.
“Hmmm… I like to hear you moan, sweetheart,” he teased, smirking against my open cunt. “I bet I can make you even louder.” His fingers started leaving and returning to press inside of me at an ungodly speed. All that left my lips by then were closer to screams than moans.
Steve kept my thighs spread when they began to shake, announcing the arrival of my orgasm. His licking just became more energetic, his eyes focused on mine as he hungrily waited for me to cum on his tongue, and when I did, he hummed in delight, genuinely enchanted by my taste.
It made my pussy flutter to see just how badly the two of them loved to eat me out. Steve didn’t even part from me as he waited for me to relax, just traded the forceful, enthusiastic flicks of his tongue for lazy strokes, and when I got back from my high and realized it, it made me shiver.
“Fuck, baby, you take such great care of me,” I praised, caressing his scalp with my nails as his eyes lit up at the recognition. “Too bad Buck’s pride is more important to him than my satisfaction, huh?” Steve snickered against my thigh, catching onto my intentions as I forced myself to keep looking at the man between my legs, instead of watching Bucky’s reaction.
“How many times do you think you can make me cum before he breaks?” I leaned closer to Steve to almost whisper the question, even though I knew Bucky could hear it perfectly. The smirk in Steve’s face warned me I was in for a wild ride.
“Tell me when it becomes too much, okay?” Was his answer as he wrapped his arms under my knees and pulled me to the edge of the seat, burying his face in my pussy. Screaming, my legs found a resting place on his shoulder, and words became much too difficult to think about as Steve sucked and licked me to another blinding orgasm.
“God, remember when we thought she was just an innocent little thing, baby?” I heard him ask the man watching us from the bed when he pulled away to breathe, but left his fingers buried inside of me to the knuckle, scissoring me open, rubbing that spot inside of me. “Now she’s just our sweet little fuck toy, isn’t she? Too bad she won’t let you play with us.”
Fuck, Steve really was bringing in the big guns. I had no doubt there would eventually be hell to pay for Steve’s and I’s indiscretions tonight, but for the moment, I was too lost in the twisted pleasure he was bringing me to even care.
“How does it feel to know you’re not the one tasting the sweetest pussy in the world?” My eyes widened when a whine left Bucky’s lips and he fell on his knees before us, quickly crawling in our direction.
“Okay, okay! Please, let me taste you, doll! I need to taste you. Fuck, I’ll die if I don’t have my tongue inside your cunt right fucking now.” All I could do was nod, speechless as Steve snickered and scooted over to let Bucky take his place between my legs, and then it was Bucky’s hands gripping my ass, rubbing the lower half of my body against his face as he devoured me.
“Oh, fuck, honey! Yes!” I screamed, gripping his locks to bury him even deeper inside of me. “God, you eat me out so well.” I saw Steve grin from behind Bucky’s shoulders, a nod of encouragement as he understood how important praise was when he fell into a submissive state of mind - especially to someone who wasn’t used to it, like Bucky.
“You’re so great at this, James,” I whined, starting to ride his face as I felt him grin against my pussy, his face completely slathered in my juices. “Fuck, I love you.” His groan in response was what threw me over the edge. My thighs trembled as Bucky kept on lapping me until I had to pry him away from my lower lips myself.
“That’s enough, baby,” I deposited a quick kiss on his lips, smiling at his sweet expression. He looked much younger as he gazed up at me with that innocent glint in his eyes, his need to please me visible and overwhelming.
I tugged Steve closed so I could kiss him too, holding each of their faces in my hands as I rubbed my thumb over their cheeks. I remember how it was without them - how lost I felt when I didn’t have their kisses and love. I didn’t want to go back to that, ever again.
“Let’s clean you boys up,” I grinned, getting up from the chair in wobbly legs from the incredible number of orgasms they had pulled from me. I heard Bucky chuckling before he got back on his feet and scooped me up in his arms, and I reached around him to grab Steve’s hand so he’d follow us into the bathroom.
“It’s my turn to take care of you,” I pouted, but all I got was a peck on my lips as Steve shook his head behind us.
“Not that into subspace, darling,” he assured me, but before I could deflate, he explained, “but you were great, pretty girl. Can’t wait to see what else you have in store for us, huh, honey?” Steve asked the man who carried me, who stopped to give him a kiss.
“He’s right, baby girl. Didn’t know you had all of that in you.” His tone was firm again and in his eyes, I could see that dangerous glint that warned me of future punishment in my horizon.
At the same time, his pride was obvious - in Steve too, actually. They were happy that I had opened myself to explore my sexuality with them, and I was extremely comfortable to do so.
“To be quite honest,” I admitted, hugging Bucky so I could look Steve directly in the eyes as I spoke. “I didn’t think I had it in me either!” Their chuckles were the soundtrack of our shared bath, as I suspected it’d be the case for the rest of our lives.
