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[bottledblond]

Not every universe in the far and wide cosmos is as lucky (however unlucky itself that seems) to encounter Thanos during a time where people live who can do something about it. Steve Rogers, a particular version of Steve Rogers who had only just suffered through his first night of basic training in New Jersey as part of the Army’s Project Rebirth and thus had not yet become Captain America, bent to untie his shoes and saw his hands begin to disintegrate. He doesn’t panic, panicking is for people who do not live like every breath is their last. Instead, he blinks in surprise as the barracks fill with shouting. He has time to contemplate two things. One, he wishes he’d done more with his life. And two, he hopes Bucky will do all right.

He’s still thinking about that last issue when he exhales his last in a universe where Captain America never existed and finishes it bent over in the ruins of the barracks, roof half open to the sky and walls a burnt and ashy gray.

It takes him an hour to get to the road and by then, his asthma is already getting the best of him. He blacks out for the second time ‘that day’ and wakes up staring at the ceiling of what is obviously a hospital.

It just doesn’t sound or smell like a hospital. Sure. People are running around and yelling, but it smells painfully clean, artificially so, and there are machines he’s never seen before connected by wires to his body. He does the thing people should never do and yanks them loose. The machines squawk strangely and frantically and Steve is almost out of bed when two large men in green pajamas force him back.

Nothing makes sense to him for days. People come to talk to him, to find out who he is and who his family is. Evidently Steve Rogers is a popular name, because they bring in more people to talk to him, to ask him questions about his life, but no one has any answers.

He explodes, as he’s wont to do when frustrated, demands answers, but nothing they say makes sense.

By then, the war is over. Not World War II, which has evidently been over for over half a century, but this new war. And Bucky Barnes had been told of his presence. Steve is in bed, arms crossed, looking dour and getting an infusion of something that honestly is helping him breathe better when Bucky bursts into his now private room. It’s been two months

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[woundedwinter]

"Everything," he agrees, raising up to meet Steve in that kiss. It takes a little shifting around until Steve is laying on his side with him and out of the rest of his clothes.

He's perfect. Lean and strong thanks to the serum and Bucky nuzzles at his neck as he closes his hand around Steve, stroking him.

[bottledblond]

Steve’s insistence on eye contact is endearing and then potentially amusing as his body responds expectedly at Bucky’s touch. He looks like he’s concentrating too hard, trying to learn and match Bucky’s example while shatteringly slowly into pleasure.

Fighting himself is likely the most Steve thing the blond could be doing right now, though a furtive kiss and a shudder some several minutes later prove that the experience is getting the better of him.

After that, Steve almost forgets about privacy. He moans against Bucky’s lips, thrusts his hips forward, and does his best to focus at least part of his attention on the body in his grasp. His toes curl against Bucky’s calf as his muscles tighten in his abdomen and his thighs.

Leave it to Steve Rogers to try and fight his own pleasure to make sure Bucky feels it too.

[woundedwinter]

Leave it to Steve to try and stubborn his way through their first time together. Bucky smiles against his lips, drinking down those soft moans as he touches him. But sooner rather than later the fighting does get to him and he shifts, flipping Steve completely onto his back.

"Will you relax, pal? Let me take care of you, just this one time." Bucky's at least got a little more experience on his side, even if most of it is distant memory of touch and shadow. He moves down his body with lips and tongue and fingers until he's settled between his legs.

He could warn him, tell him what he's going to do.
But he doesn't. With a quirk of his lips that spells all kinds of trouble, Bucky bends and takes Steve fully into his mouth.

[bottledblond]

Completely unable to even prepare for something like this, Steve has no initial thought to lean towards any particular response at all. His face flushes immediately and any protest dies on his tongue the second he feels Bucky’s on him.

He’d not grown up pristine and locked away from knowing about sexual acts like these but a group of boys making jokes about it didn’t exactly equate to experience. As far as Steve is concerned, there’s nothing at all to even joke about.

Not when this just feels so good. His eyelids flutter before he grasps the sheets, his thighs parting briefly before one lifts again to brush Bucky’s ear. Unfortunately, it can’t last as long as he’d like. Steve’s warning cry is mingled with the sound of his climax.

[woundedwinter]

When the aftershocks have died down he pulls off, scattering light kisses along his stomach as he moves back up to kiss Steve soundly. He's still achingly hard, but Bucky is more taken by the flush on Steve's skin and the way his eyelashes flutter as he comes down from the high.

Beautiful.

"You still with me?"

[bottledblond]

Though his eyebrows are knitted together, Steve nods, thin arms immediately encircling Bucky’s neck as he rolls against him. “Always with you,” Steve murmurs, knowing it sounds silly but hardly able to keep himself from caring.

He’s determined to give at least half as good as he’d gotten, though his start is hazy and slow. It’s not lack of enthusiasm but genuine desire to run a cat-scratch tongue across every inch of Bucky’s abs. The man’s musculature is itself a turn on.

[woundedwinter]

The start might be slow, but it's perfect. Bucky is easy and responsive as Steve works his way down his body, exploring to his satisfaction. He murmurs encouragement, fingers sifting through his hair. Soon enough Steve will learn about rapid refractory periods, but for now he's going to try and remain still beneath his fingers and tongue.

He doesn't last long, shifting and moaning softly as Steve discovers all of the places that make him moan and whimper.

[bottledblond]

It’s a powerful thing, to pull pleasure from a person. Steve might not be an immediate expert, but he’s tireless and he’s compassionate. He wants nothing more than for Bucky to have the smallest taste of what he had given him.

There is no light coming through the windows, but the glint from the hallway catches Steve’s eyes as he takes Bucky into his mouth. That scant amount of illumination is enough to see the blush on his cheeks and the will to do right by the other man. Bucky is the only person on his mind as his mouth slides over him.

Hopefully, he’s willing to wait. Steve will not speed this up.

[woundedwinter]

He's already more than a little drunk on touch, the heady taste of Steve on his lips and forcing himself to remain still beneath his exploring mouth and hands. Bucky fixes his gaze on him as Steve's lips part, taking him in and his head falls back, a groan tearing from his chest.

"Stevie," he pants, reaching to stroke his hand through his hair. This is everything he has ever wanted, skin singing with heat as the pressure builds towards something warm and exciting.

[bottledblond]

Today has been a powerful day for a man who has stood up to it without having any himself. He’s run faster and jumped higher and rolled around in grass without an asthma attack or a broken bone. It’s never happened to him before.

This, however, is the most audaciously powerful thing he’s ever in his life experienced. It’s not a dominating force at play, but rather more subtle. He is bringing pleasure and relief to someone who, above all else, deserves it after the life he’s lived. He’s enjoying someone he’s loved and who has loved him and being the sole cause of his ability to let go.

It makes Steve want this more. It makes Steve try harder to please Bucky. It seems like he’s doing a good job of it too. He glances up on occasion to gauge Bucky’s enjoyment and yes, once or twice he grazes his teeth on a sensitive area, but for the most part, he happily works at Bucky’s pleasure. It brings him pleasure too.

He slips a hand from the other’s shaft to slide along taut and rippling muscles. Many a girl may well be spinning in their graves out of jealousy for this.

Morbid as that might be, it gives Steve pride.

[woundedwinter]

How long has it been since he found Steve? A week? Maybe a little longer? It's been a whirl wind of emotion and activity and now they're finally here in one another's arms. Bucky is responsive to every touch, shifting and panting beneath Steve. Long before the war he had his fair share of girls and guys, but this experience far outpaces them all because it's the guy he's always been lost on.

Bucky's hips lurch upward when Steve squeezes him just right, a shuddering groan rumbling in his chest.

He's not going to last much longer.

[bottledblond]

Though he’s got stamina now, and more than just emotional resilience, Steve doesn’t equate that with the nuisance lovers might have to pull out the pleasure and make it last. His mind has a simple goal: Bucky needs to be happy.

And since he’s obviously unlocked the key to his undoing, he doesn’t hesitate but to repeat the act that caused the other man to react so well.

He’s not sure what to expect when Bucky reaches the peak but he’d tasted himself, odd and only slightly unpleasant, on Bucky’s tongue and he imagines it will be a bit like that, in larger quantities, when his best friend finds completion. He intends to be trooper about it.

It turns out to be surprising, though Steve doesn’t hate the thick ropes that fill his mouth, not with what it does to Bucky’s face as he releases.

[woundedwinter]

The peak hits him suddenly and Bucky is left panting and tingling from head to toe as the shocks of pleasure diminish and he can reach for Steve to draw him up into his arms. They could likely try again, and again before the rest of the villa showed signs of stirring, but they also both need sleep. Super soldiers can go for a long time, but it's been a full and long day.

He shifts to his side, wrapping an arm around Steve to keep him close and kiss him slowly.

He can only hope that one day Banner and Stark are similarly reunited. They deserve to be happy.

[starkingenuity]

Tony would say he’s pretty happy. After Bruce falls asleep, Tony turns to watch him. He’s twice the size he’d used to be, but his face is the same, sweet face he’d fallen for all of those years ago.

The sun will be up soon and FRIDAY has already polarized the windows for him, but Tony doesn’t plan to leave Bruce’s side until he smells sex and an otherwise scentless Barnes on the prowl in the beautiful Tuscan kitchen.

He gives Bruce a kiss on the forehead and slips away to pay the non-werewolf a visit. He’s wearing a soft tee and softer long pants and his eyes are a bright, mesmerizing gold without protective glasses as he strolls into the kitchen with a smirk.

“Good night?”

[woundedwinter]

Spare clothes were a welcome find in one of the closets, even if they were as simple as a pair of soft, slip on pants. He doesn't bother with a shirt, he trusts the people in the villa and doesn't mind leaving his vibranium arm exposed.

His hair is sleep mussed and he's moving in the kitchen looking more comfortable in his skin than he's been in a long time.

"Yeah. Good night," he confirms. "You two?"

[starkingenuity]

“Depends on your definition,” Stark says, making sure his movements are slowed down so he doesn’t startle the super soldier. “Less orgasms. But... I’m not going to mind being in this particular part of the universe.”

He looks through the fridge even though he doesn’t eat. It’s something he always sees humans do in kitchens and he’s learned to adapt.

“Your arm is amazing. Wakanda did that huh? Shuri?” She’s a fascinating creature, doesn’t matter the timeline. She’d been one of his too, before he got a little ahead of himself and had very angry warriors trying to drag him into the daylight.

[woundedwinter]

"You look happy so I'll take it as a good thing." The other Stark had looked as happy with his husband. It's a good look.

Once the coffee is set he turns back to him, nodding. "Vibranium, but yes. It's all her work." Bucky holds his arm out if Tony wants to examine it a little closer.

"Definitely a step up from what HYDRA had fused to me."

[starkingenuity]

Does he look happy? Tony wouldn’t know. He feels happy, but emotion sometimes gets the best of him. Or worse, it leaves him all together. He’d like to tell Barnes that the guy has no idea what he’s talking about, but old age and too much loss has made him a little less of a dick.

So he smiles and takes the hint to change subjects.

“The work is exquisite,” Tony agrees, leaning in close less to look at it and more to try and pick up the underlying scent of Barnes beneath. It just weirds him out that he sees a familiar face without a familiar scent attached.

He frowns a little at a a few repeating patterns on the arm and lightly taps them in curiosity. Neither likely expect the arm to just fall off.

“Ah. Whoops. Wasn’t me.”

[woundedwinter]

The taps are quick in succession and Bucky feels his entire arm go dead and drop to the kitchen tile with a sound thunk. They're frankly both lucky that it missed their feet. Stunned he looks up at Stark for a moment before bending down to pick up his arm.

It wasn't the first time Bucky had been without the arm, but that wasn't the disconnect sequence he was used to.

That's troubling.

"Uh-huh," he drawls before fitting the arm back to the socket on his shoulder, giving it a sharp rotation and flexing his hand to bring everything back on line. "They must have put in a fail safe," it should be clear from his tone he's less than pleased about the development.

[starkingenuity]

“Smart,” Tony says, obviously impressed. “You can’t blame them. I would have found a way to muzzle you too.” Tony snorts with his lips pressed together. “Damn, the dog jokes don’t work anymore. I have so many of them too. I haven’t seen you in a few decades.”

And the fondness in his eyes, as startlingly cold as they are, is evident as he talks. Bucky had been important to him. They’d been complicated of course, but he’d been important. They had history. More than Barnes and his Stark had.

“I guess I’ll have to fall back on the old Manchuria Candidate stuff,” he grumbles in amusement to himself. “How’s Rogers? Lung or heart issues creep up during the fun last night?”

Probably not. But Stark is curious about his work.

[woundedwinter]

"I swear I'm gonna find a wolf and ask for the friggin bite if you keep up with jokes like that." Only because they're marginally worse than Sam's cyborg cracks. They mean well enough, harassing the people that they care about, so Barnes doesn't let it get to him.

It does take the span of a surprised blink to remember that vampires have keen senses of smell and he hasn't showered yet. He can likely smell what they've been up to.

"No, he's fine. Reflexes and strength are right where they should be, his heart and lungs sound stronger than ever. He's finally sleeping."

[starkingenuity]

Tony nods, though it looks like someone sped up the video. He can’t always remember to be so measured when it comes to his little gestures and he doesn’t always try as hard as he should now that he’s back in the company he likes. “That makes 0 for 27 complications. First one I’ve actually cared about though,” he replies. “I’d really like it if we could stop the rest of the kids. I don’t know how progressive you guys are but sign me up for extremely late term abortion.”

Tony lifts his head slightly, cocking it to the side.

“I have a past and future husband who’s stirring. By the way, we’re going to Wakanda this afternoon. Gift for Stevie if they still have it. I’ve taken the jet keys too so don’t try to do your own thing. Daddy knows best.”

[woundedwinter]

The change in his movements is weird, but everything lately has been on the weird side so he makes no comment about the nod. "Steve's got the makings of a plan. We need to do more research on the GRC and what they're doing that's got the Flag Smashers feeling like they have to act like this."

After all, one man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist. Steve will want all the facts before they move again.

Mention of Wakanda drums up an old ache and he nods. Someday soon he'd like to take Steve there. "Talk to Shuri. Sam needs a stronger suit, something laced with vibranium and any other tricks she's perfected."

His nose wrinkles, "Don't ever call yourself that again, man. Seriously."

[starkingenuity]

“Fleabag-you never minded.” It’s an all out lie. Barnes would never have called him Daddy, but that doesn’t mean he can garner an intense, delicious satisfaction from the look he knows Barnes will give him.

Once that is achieved, he mentions leaving the suit of armor to him before he darts out of the room, basically unseen as he’s much too quick for even Bucky’s enhanced visions.

He’s back in bed before Bruce likely realizes he’d left, though he’s much cooler to the touch now as he cuddles against the other man.

[seven_phds]

No doubt Tony can hear Barnes mutter 'asshole' before letting him alone and puttering around in the kitchen to start feeding people.

Bruce gives a dozy hum at the cool press of skin, familiar in all the right wonderful ways as he shifts, a large hand reaching out to draw him in nearer. "Hnn. There you are." He had started to wake, wondering whether or not the day before had been some kind of a dream until Tony was there with him again, fitting up against him as perfectly as he ever did.