I Feel You || Smut With Reader, Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

I Feel You || smut with Reader, Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Words: 2055

Warnings: SMUT!

Author: Rouge

A/N: Hi. Beast had inspired me to write this little smut and I have to admit it was a great fun for me to write it. Also, I was listening to the song with a nice climate (it's my subjective opinion of course). Schiller - I feel you ♥

That night I went out, trying to get rid of all my problems, trying to forget about them. Plan was simple - get out to have a drink in local bar, maybe dance a bit and then come back to home. And I almost accomplished all things I had on my list. ALMOST. I was sitting at the bar, in my tight black dress I used to wear only for special occasions. But hell, wasn't it a special occasion that I wanted to get drunk to forget about that fucking asshole he used to call himself my boyfriend and who had slept with my best friend? For me it was enough as a reason. I had my red high hills on along with red leather jacket on my shoulders. What? I wanted to look classy. Yes, I can agree that I might look a bit like a cheap slut, but let's be honest - every single girl has something from a slut deep inside. It might be wild fantasies or the way you are dealing with your sexuality, wearing strong makeup or defiant clothes. Sometimes you're doing it subconsciously, sometimes taking all responsibility for that. But yes. You want to look good and to make men lose their heads for you. So did I. When I was drinking my fourth glass of whiskey with cola, I felt someone was watching me. I gently looked around above my shoulder and I saw two men I was not expecting to meet in such place. Steven Grant Rogers and James "Bucky" Barnes. I send them a brief smile and I returned to sipping on my alcohol. I still could feel their eyes on me. Hell, it was kinda... Exciting. I felt how fast I was getting drunk. But suddenly my heart stopped within second. It was when I felt a rough hand on my tight. "I feel you" strong voice whispered straight into my ear. His hot breath hit back of my neck and I shivered slightly, feeling how excitement was growing in me. I bit my lover lip and held my breath for few seconds. Few moments later I felt a pair of heated lips on my neck and I let out a quiet moan. I turned my head a bit to look at my left side. I saw how Bucky was taking seat next to me at the one of high bar chairs. "What are ya doin' here alone, little one?" I heard same voice, which I have heard earlier. I knew it was no one else but Steve Rogers. Captain America himself. "I'm having a nice evening" I smirked. I cursed myself in my thoughts for that statement. It sounded like a confession of a frustrated teenager. "Oh, are ya?" Bucky laughed loudly, finishing his drink and putting his glass on the counter. "It's not a safe place, especially for such a cutie." I looked into his pale blue eyes and gave a little nod. "Maybe. But I'm a brave girl." I saw, how they exchanged glances between each other. Second later I felt Steve's chin on my bare shoulder. It scratched a bit because of his beard. "Mind to end this evening with us?" he asked, ending his sentence by leaving a kiss on my earlobe. "You won't regret it, sweetheart." I didn't want to admit it in front of myself then, but his deep voice, the way he was talking and the touch of his hand on my thigh just made me wet. I only nodded, biting on my lower lip again. "Tell us your name, babe" Bucky reached his metal hand towards me and ran his metal fingers through my hair. "Y/N" I said quietly, almost whispering. "Y/N.... Perfect name for such a cutie.." Steve murmured deeply, his lips still were on the back of my neck.

 "Thanks, boys" I chuckled softly, closing my eyes while I was finishing my whiskey. "You won't ask for our names, huh?" Steve's hand traveled up my thigh and after a while I felt like his fingers have been slipped under satin material of my dress. I hummed lovingly. I good knew he could easily tell by reactions of my body, that I was turned on. All my muscles were tensed at that moment. "I don't have to ask. I know you. Both of you" my voice was nothing more but a whisper. "James Barnes" I looked at Bucky, "and Steve Rogers" I moved my hand to briefly ran my fingers along Steve's hand, which was still resting on my thigh. "Well, well" Bucky smirked, slipping his metal fingers into his hair. "As I see we're recognizable up here, pal" Bucky's blue eyes slided over upper part of my body to stop at Steve's steel one. Cap sighed deeply, I felt the smell of strong cognac on my cheek. "So, how it's gonna be, babygirl?" Bucky leaned over to me and he placed a short kiss on my lips, without any signs of hesitation. I didn't protest at all, just improved my position a bit. I didn't care if anyone was watching. I didn't pay attention to jealous gazes. I didn't want anything else but to go out of the bar and get laid with them. It was my main goal. I gave kiss back, as disjointed as it was. I gasped for air, because Bucky left me breathless after that little kiss. I wanted more. I was a bit drunk. But I didn't care. I grabbed Bucky by a collar of his leather jacket and I pulled him closer to me, then I slowly kissed his hot lips, enjoying the roughness of his beard at my face. I decided to be more like a real coquette, so I let my tongue to be slipped into his mouth boldly, and after his humming I could tell he liked that. At the same time I moaned quietly as I felt strong hand moving up my inner thigh and second later I felt skillful fingers, which were playing with my lacy panties. They have been slipped under material and I had to control myself from groaning. I was still kissing Bucky, my hand has been placed at one of his knees, I had to support my body balance somehow and it was the most effective way to do so. Bucky's tongue was happily dancing with mine as Steve's fingers were making little circles around my yet dripping pussy. When we ended the kiss, I felt Steve's hand on my cheek. He forced me to turn my head to him so he could taste my lips too. His kiss was strong and full of passion. I moaned quietly in his lips when I felt like his fingers have been taken away from my pussy. Steve looked at me and slowly but surely he placed his fingers which he used to play with me into his mouth. Blonde man briefly licked over them, smiling at his friend. "C'mon. Don't waste our time" Bucky winked at Steve and they both got off their chairs. "Shall we, babe?" Bucky glanced at me. He didn't have to repeat twice. "Sure" I also got up and took my little bag from the counter. "Lead the way, guys."

The air was stifling. Sweltering. Hazy with the aura of sex. The frenzied gagging, slapping, and squelching along with animalistic growls, deep groans and hoarse mewls resonated deafeningly through the otherwise silent compound. The scent of my flowing arousal and the sounds of our carnal lust overflowed from the confines of the room’s four walls; anyone on this side of the building would all but see our frantic coupling. My skin was damp. Dewy. Saturated with moisture from my own body as well as the two frames I was crushed between. Saliva, sweat and slick. Perspiration dripped from the hair that hung over Steve’s forehead. It ran down Bucky’s neck, trickling through every crevice of his chiseled chest and abdomen. With every push and pull, their fluids fell to mingle with my own. Spittle was forced from my mouth with each plunge of Steve’s length into my mouth. His hand clamped firmly onto the back of my neck, and every time he pushed himself into my throat, more cascaded down my chin and neck. Bucky’s thick shaft drove into me at a turbulent pace as his metal fingers rolled my clit, and my pleasure seeped down my thighs. The pain was present. Perfect. Clouding my mind and overwhelming my senses. The effort to keep from being choked on Steve’s member stole my breath. Bucky’s girth stretched my walls and ground deep against my cervix, making my body thrash each time he sunk himself fully inside me. Each powerful drive of his hips forced me into Steve, nearly strangling me on his cock. Their grips were unforgiving. Both of Steve’s hands fisted my hair. Bucky’s fingers dug into my shoulder. My roots strained and bruises formed on my skin as they played tug of war with my body. It was so much. But not enough. It was never enough. The end was furious. Ferocious. Bucky and Steve dragging me with them as they ravenously chased the gratification of their insatiable hunger. Steve achieved his high first. His heaving breaths became strained warnings. “Ah… ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum.. Shit! Shit, oh God…!” His cock throbbed against my tongue and released spurt after spurt of thick cum down my throat. He slumped forward, one bulging arm supporting his weight, and his other hand held my neck unrelentingly until I had swallowed all he had given me. “Shit! Good girl. Such a good, good girl..” he groaned as he continued to convulse above me. Finally he fell back onto his haunches, although his fingers remained in my hair, stroking gently as I gasped for air. The moans now fell unrestricted from my lips as Bucky neared his end, his thrusts becoming more savage. “Buck, flip her over.” Bucky ignored him momentarily, his head falling backward as he gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his length mercilessly. My arms came out from under me. “Bucky. TURN HER OVER” Captain Rogers commanded again. A feral growl ripped from Bucky’s throat as he wrenched himself from me. He stepped off the bed and yanked me to the edge by my ankle, leaving yet another bruise. Before I could draw another breath I was rolled onto my back with my legs hooked over Bucky’s forearms. He grasped my hips, burying himself deep inside my pulsating cunt. He was close. The brutal snaps of his hips became erratic, his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth fell open. Steve fell beside me. His fingers went to my bundle of nerves, pinching, rolling, circling. His beautiful lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. My back arched off the bed and every muscle contracted. Bucky moaned in response. “Oh God… Hell… Fuck, fuck babe!” His guttural cries and his hot release spilling into me were enough. I lost myself to the ecstasy, screaming both their names for anyone to hear. "Bucky! Steve!" I was only able to cry their names, desperately. Steve slid his fingers into my clenching cunt and drew every last euphoric tremor from my body as Bucky continued to pulse within me. I shuddered one final time as they both slipped from me, leaving me empty but completely fulfilled. My eyes languidly drifted closed as Steve pulled my lips to his own. He brushed his fingers over my cheek as he softly brought me back to reality. Bucky fell to his knees at the foot of the bed. His thumbs danced over my hip bones and he placed faint kisses across my stomach as he knelt there, thanking me. I basked in the satisfied exhaustion, relishing in their caresses. I felt Steve move behind me, and I hummed as he hoisted me up, resting my back against his hard chest. My head lolled to the side and his tongue trailed up my neck. Hot breath blew over my dripping folds before Bucky’s teeth nipped at my inner thigh, scratching my smooth skin with his rough beard.

 I closed my eyes, smiling softly.

 I knew it will be a long night. And fuck. I have wanted it to last forever.

Imagine: Taking care of Matt’s hands.

Everything was fine before that weird earthquake that happened so suddenly.

It was scary and confusing, you had no idea what just happened, but you could see trough huge window of your and Matt’s flat that it was bad, really, really bad.

But the most weird thing happened to Matt, you watched him confused before he just ran out of flat, without saying anything.

You spend hour watching the news in the tv, than you decided to go to bed, even if you were really freaking out by this earthquake, but you were too tired to stay up.

You slowly walked to bedroom and laid in your and Matt’s bed, you couldn’t sleep. You were thinking what he was doing, where was he, if he was okay.

Finally you fell asleep but you had been quickly woken up by the sound of the door.

‘Matt’, You thought and quickly sat up on bed to look into living room.

There he was, he looked so angry, all you could hear was his panting. He tried to look trough first aid kit but he was too angry, and he failed.

You watched, how Matt, full of anger pushed box off of the table. You were surprised that he didn’t call you or didn’t try to find you. You quickly got up from bed and walked to him.

“Matt… Matt what are you doing? What’s wrong with you?” You asked and started picking up stuff from the floor.

“[Y/N]… I am sorry. I just had to go… just, I heard so many voices, screams, begging for help.” He said and sat on couch, Matt slowly hide face into his hands. Then you could see why he was looking trough aid kit, his knuckles were completely bruised  even wounded in some places.

“You fought without anything on your hands..” you said quietly and slowly raised up from the floor with aid kit in your hands, Matt only nodded. You sat next to him and took his hand into yours.

“Let me take care of this, Matty.” You said quietly and he let you do with his hand whatever your have wanted.

You started slowly clean his fist off of blood, you were really gently with his hands. You washed his hands precisely and started carefully wrapping them in bandages.

“Next time… tell me where are you going, and maybe… put on the suit again.” You said quietly.

Matt looked into your direction and nodded.

“I… I will… I need to do something. I’m sorry, angel.” He said and took your face into his hands.

You nodded and gently nuzzled to his hands.

“I know… My devil.” You smiled sadly.

Matt kissed you gently.

“I need to go now…” He muttered and left. “Love you, Angel!” He said before closing door.

“I love you too, devil.” You giggled sadly and shook your head.

Author: Cass Gif: X X

Little letters

WORD COUNT: 1680

SUMMARY: Some letters Tony and Steve exchanged between each other.

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon

Capcicle:

This phone is embarrassing. I’m embarrassed to have it anywhere near my person. Pretty sure you must have recovered it from an archeological dig of a Neanderthal cave. Which would be fitting for you, them being your people and all. Still pissed by the way, haven’t reached that ‘understanding’ yet.

Unsincerely,

T.S.

 Dear Tony,

I know. Both about the phone and the understanding. I must admit that I did get slightly amused imagining your reaction to it. The phone that is, not the other thing. I think it portent that older phones don’t have tracking chips in them, and they aren’t being monitored by the NSA. Kind of thinking that says something about modern society and not really in a good way. Trading privacy for security. It’s devastating. As for the other thing… I know you're upset. You have reason to be. I get that, I do. I should have told you about your parents. I wish I could go back in time and do things different. But I can’t. So the only thing I can do is to repeat that I am sorry.

As for the ever so subtle dig, how did the party-line go? Fire bad, tree pretty? Or, you know, ooga-booga. Or whatever it is that Neanderthals like me say.

Yours most sincerely,

Steve

 Spangles,

I have been ‘tracking’ you since they found you on the ice. Trust me sweetums, the NSA is the least of your worries. Also, did you just crack a joke at me? And used pop culture at that? I am shocked. Shocked I tell you! Kindly cease destroying my world view, I’m too busy being livid at you to be amused (at how bad you are at it). Thank you.

Also, why? And don’t give me that ‘protecting me, protecting you’ bullshit. Details. All of it.

T.S.

P.S. Paper letters are so undignified.

Dear Tony,

Not sure how to react to the tracking thing or how to take it. In a weird way it’s good to know? I don’t know. When I first came off the ice I would have done anything to get back in it. The grief of losing Bucky was still fresh, and on top of that everyone I had ever known was either dead or only experienced occasional moments of lucidity, like Peggy. I didn’t recognize anyone, or anything and when I went down, I was a soldier. I slept on the ground, for the most part. The Commandos and I used to take shifts so no one would creep up on us in the middle of the night and capture or kill us. I still heard the ring of gunfire and bombs going off in my head. To go from that back to civilian life and not just civilian life but civilian life in a completely unrecognizable world… I wasn’t in a good place.

I sat outside your tower once, at a little cafe near the tower, hoping to get a glimpse of you. I don’t know what I would have said or done if that had happened. But SHIELD gave me a file on you and I knew that you were Iron Man, so I thought maybe if anyone would understand what it was like to wake-up in this strange world that sort of turned you into this impossible legend while you slept it would be you, being a legend yourself. There are days when I still wonder how the Captain America thing became so rampart. Trading cards?! But after we met I didn’t think you liked me much, so it’s strangely touching to hear that you tracked me, as messed up as that probably sounds. I mean, I know that our first meeting was under the worst possible conditions. We were stressed, I was so lost, and we had Loki’s scepter bringing out the absolute worst in both of us, but I always got the feeling that I annoyed you a bit.That my old fashioned ways, my ethics, my confusion... I just always felt that it kind of rubbed you the wrong way, even after we became friends and teammates.

At least I know why now. Howard. Would you believe me if I told that I was surprised to find out that Howard spoke so fondly of me to you? Don’t get me wrong, I admired Howard a lot. He was brilliant, he was funny and very charming. Not nearly as charming as you, of course, but he did have it. And I will always be forever grateful for what he did for me, flying me into enemy territory so that I could save the 107th. Without Howard there would be no Howling Commandos. But the truth of the matter is that while Howard was generous and brilliant, he sort of talked to me like I was a kid, you know? He didn’t act like he was all that impressed by me the entire time we knew each other.

I regret how he died. And your mother. I do grieve for them and for what happened. You want answers and I’ll try my best to give them to you but in all honesty I’m not sure I understand it entirely myself. First and foremost I feared for Bucky. You have to understand, Bucky and my Mom were all I had as a kid. I was sick, and weak, and picked on like you wouldn’t believe. Bucky always stood up for me, protected me. Without him my childhood would have been a completely different story and I probably wouldn’t have made it out of it. And when my mom died he was there for me again. I actually crashed on his couch for months afterwards. No one knew Bucky like I did, and no one left alive but me had seen him at his best, so full of life.

He is a good man, he didn’t deserve what happened to him. And it’s my fault - what happened to Bucky - it was all my fault. I recruited him into the Howling Commandos even though he could have left the army. He had been captured and tortured by Zola, the army was ready to release him. But he followed me back into war because I asked. He was so loyal. So honorable. Maybe too loyal and honorable. I was concerned that because there was no one but me left who had known Bucky pre-Hydra programming, that no one but me would believe him redeemable. And so I wanted to protect him and I thought that if I told you about your parents that you would be just one more person gunning for him. I mean, even Sam had his doubts that Bucky was still Bucky deep down and Sam is a former soldier, a VA counselor and a good friend. If Sam didn’t fully believe Bucky could be reached, what hope did I have that you would?

Still though, I realize that whether you would have reacted poorly or not, and whether you would have become just one more person I’d have to race to get to Bucky first, I shouldn’t have kept Hydra’s involvement in your parent's’ death from you. You had a right to know, a right that didn’t supercede my drive to save my best friend, and I was wrong to keep it from you.

This letter is long. Longer than I intended. But you asked for answers and I hope I gave them to you.

Sincerely,

Steve

 P.S. I don’t know, call me old-fashioned (you do anyway) but I like paper letters. They just seem more… personable. Besides not only are email accounts trackable, but they’re also annoying. No matter how many firewalls you put on my accounts, I’m still getting emails from some guy in Nigeria who is most eager to inform me that I’ve magically inherited millions of dollars.

 Stars and Stripes,

Of course I am more charming than my father.

Tony

 Dear Tony,

Not that I’m complaining here, it’s always great to hear from you and I know I have no right to ask... but is that really all you took from my last letter? It’s just you didn’t insult me, my parentage, or my honor at all in in your response, so I’m concerned.

Love,

Steve

 Cap,

I am processing. I need time. I’ll be in touch.

Tony

 Steve,

Okay, so I’ve processed. Sort of. It’s ongoing. James Buchanan Barnes has been cleared of the U.N. bombing in Vienna. Officially. As such you, Wilson  and the others have also been cleared of the aiding and abetting charge, and a financial donation from yours truly went a long way in clearing up the property damage charges. I know Barnes is in cryo in Wakanda, I may be able to help with the de-programming.

Meanwhile I need you to get your (admittedly fine) ass home. Bring your big boy pants, you and I are going to have a very long conversation. We’re going to put it all on the table.

Love,

Tony

 Dear Tony,

I’m on my way (and by the time you receive this I’ll probably already be there).

Love,

Steve

 Dearest Steven,

Well that conversation, after hours of deliberation, ended rather smashingly, I thought. And by smash I mean that I was quite impressed that you managed to break a solid oak, steel bar reinforced desk while I fucked you on it following said conversation. The Hulk himself couldn’t have done better. Good job. I told you we would put it all on the table. No worries, I’ll buy sturdier for next time.

Love Always,

Tony

 Dear Tony,

I’m looking forward to it. Now can you come to bed? I want to snuggle.

With love,

Steve

 P.S. In my day we built furniture that lasts (while we walked uphill to school both ways)… Couldn’t resist. Oh come on, it was right there!

 P.S.S. You’re sending texts in letter form now. Admit it, you liked the letters.

 Steve, dearest,

The sarcasm. I’m almost proud. Almost. And I admit nothing. Love, He who is heading to you right now...

Captain Hydra by @eternal-life-awaits

eternal-life-awaits​: My little version of Hydra!Cap

Awww! I love it. cute and dangerous ^^ Thank you soooo much ♥♥♥♥ ~Cass

Imagine: Daredevil joins Avengers.

Request by: @deliciousbouquet90

„Soo… He is like..” Tony looked at Steve over papers that he held in hand, frowning softy.

“Blinde… Yea I know that… but he is good, it took me a while to make sure about this but he is good, really good.” Steve said. “Like really really good. You should see his skills, the things that he can do. He fights like normal person, even better. He fights like a real hero.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, Steve! This guy’s blinde, blinde like a mole. I don’t believe you, how someone like he can even call himself a hero?”

“Have you read newspapers? He is all over them… maybe we should at last try… give him a chance. Pleaseee Tony.” Steve sighed sadly making kind of a puppy eyes.

“Okaaaay! Fine!” Tony muttered. “If something will happen, it will be your responsibility, Cap.” Man said.

“It always is my responsibility..” Steve said quietly to himself.

“What?” Tony frowned.

“No! Nothing! Thanks, Tony.” Steve said and left.

Matt felt a bit uncomfortable, he didn’t really know this new place very well. He also wasn’t really sure about him joining Avengers, it was so out of place. Well yes, he was a hero but he wasn’t like any member of Avengers. However he came anyway.

Cap and Bucky walked into room, Steve looked at Matt and then at Bucky. Bucky only shrugged and sat on a couch.

Steve smiled at Matt and offered him hand. “Mathew Murdock, am I right?”

“Yes, Captain, but Matt is enough.”

Tony walked into the room and looked at Cap. “Steve…. He is blinde. He for sure won’t see your hand.” He laughed.

Steve smiled awkwardly and immediately his face became red. Bucky rolled his eyes and took Tony’s empty cup from a coffee table. “Hey! Devil! Catch this!” He yelled and threw cap into Matt’s direction. Man caught it without problem. “I knew that second guy was there.” Matt said happily.

Tony blinked and frowned softly. “Whatever! And YOU! Never threw my stuff” He growled and left. Bucky only laughed. “I love to piss him off.”

“Um… Thanks Bucky. So… Matt? Welcome to Avengers?” Bucky only facepalmed when Steve again offered his hand to Matt, this guy was just too nice.

Matt smiled and nodded. “Thank you Captain Rogers.” Matt said and took Steve’s hand. “I hope that cooperation will be successful.”

Author: Cass Gif: X X 

PLEASE, WAKE ME UP.

WORD COUNT: 1300

SUMMARY:  Tony has a nightmare.

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Killer raccoon

It was the quietest morning there'd been in months, save the dull croak of the piano and the moaning of the floorboards beneath the pianists tapping foot.

Tony stood behind the rows of white chairs, stiff and unmoving, hands clasped tightly behind his back. Across the quickly filling room, Bucky noticed him and attempted a smile, but immediately his lips began to quiver and he turned down to look at his feet before Tony could try to return the gesture. 

Bucky, the only one in this room who fully understood Tony's presence here, the only man who knew what had been going on behind closed doors. Because Steve had insisted he know, had told Tony that if he couldn't trust Bucky, then what were they even doing?

Tony watched Sam slide in next to Bucky, place a hand on the man's shoulder and sit him down, and then Tony was alone again. Something he hadn't felt in years.

The more people filed into the room, the more sullen the mood became. Natasha sat on the other side of Bucky, and Clint next to her, and Tony's throat tightened in anguish as even Nick Fury, accompanied by Phil and Maria, made their way down the rows of chairs. It didn't matter if nobody had the time for a full blown ceremony: they made time. 

Sam had pulled him aside a few days ago to assure him that he'd be welcomed with open arms, but Tony had his doubts, and therefore kept his distance. He was somewhere deep in his own head anyway. He didn't even notice Pepper next to him, brows furrowed as she tapped furiously at her phone, or Rhodey, dressed up in his navy blue suit, hands also clasped behind his back, but in respect rather than anxiety. Tony knew he should have been one of the men carrying in the... but of course he chose to stand next to Tony, and in some lost part of his conscious mind, Tony appreciated that. 

But when the music slowed and died and what was left of the hushed conversations among the room was cut off, Tony was sure his heart stopped. He was able to keep himself composed, lips pursed and face blank, all of his muscles tensed to keep from shaking. However, when the first two soldiers stepped into the room, shoulders straight and hats in their hands, and Tony knew what would be following them, he fucking lost it. His breathing shortened, his head swayed dizzily, and before he knew it, he was busting through the side door into the empty hallways, straight towards the wall to keep him right side up. He pressed his forehead against the cool, brick walls, gasping for air. Luckily he was in the back, so he hardly disturbed anyone. 

But of course, one man had noticed. One man had dashed out after him, was now placing a hand on Tony's shoulder, gentle, but firm.

"Breathe." 

Both hands were on him when he wouldn't calm down, and he knew that they learned this in the military, he understood, but with the steadiness of his voice, with the serum, Bucky sounded and felt too much like Steve, all those restless, summer nights when Tony was kept up and he had been there for him, and it made everything worse. He couldn't get air into his lungs, his eyes spun in and out of focus, and he trembled violently beneath the other man's grasp. And who the hell was Tony to Steve, to be comforted by the dead man's best friend. It was absolutely unfair to Bucky, and Tony felt sick with guilt and selfishness. He turned around, gently pushing Bucky away from him.

"I'm sorry," He wheezed, and Bucky was shaking his head like Tony had no reason to apologize, but he absolutely did. 

Within the next few seconds, Rhodey was in the halls, pushing Bucky to the side to get to Tony.

"Thank you, Buck, but I can handle this." He said.

"I don't think you understand" Bucky protested.

"The hell, I don't understand." Rhodey snapped. "I know Tony better than he knows himself. I'm not stupid, and I'm not blind." He looked up to Bucky then, and his face softened apologetically. 

"Please, you are the last person who should have to do this. Go pay your respects to Steve. I'll take care of him." He said. Bucky nodded silently and turned to leave. 

By then, Tony was catching his breath, letting a warmth flood through him and calm his nerves, though his hands still shook hard. 

"You knew?" He asked quietly, and Rhodey, despite everything else, managed a smile. 

"You thought you could keep a secret like that from me? I mean, honestly, Tony." 

Tony huffed, just then realizing how foolish it was to actually believe that he had kept the relationship between he and Steve from Rhodey. 

"He's gone," he breathed suddenly, clasping a hand over his mouth in awe at what had just escaped, a electric shock shooting through him as the words rang true, and then Rhodey was pulling him into a hug, burying Tony's face into his shoulder. Tony clenched his teeth, refusing to cry, but breathed heavily through his nose, gasps shuddering through his body as he held it all in, and Rhodey became the only thing holding Tony in one piece. 

Steve was gone okay, and did Tony ever fully appreciate when he was around? Did he take the time to let him know that? Looking back, he knew it had always been a frantic, desperate rush of fumbling fingers and clothes strewn across the floor. Tony always thought they'd have time to take their time. 

Did he even ever tell Steve that he loved him? That he was doubtlessly, unconditionally in love with him?

Did he even know at the time? 

Tony shut his eyes tight, held on to Rhodey tighter in horror as his knees buckles. He could feel his heart wasn't going to hold together, could feel the world around him crumbling, and when he managed to open his eyes...

 There was darkness. Tony blinked once, twice, realized he was on his back. His hair, shirt, and the mattress beneath him were all soaked in sweat. Tony shot up, the force causing an immediate headache, and searched the room as his eyes adjusted to the dark. His heart was pounding hard in his chest, fear in his throat as he chanced a glace at the weight he felt against his hip. He sucked in a breath.

"Steve?" He croaked. There was a small, groggy yawn and then two large, muscled arms that peaked through the covers, revealing a half asleep, but definite Steve Rogers as he stretched, shifted to turn around, and put an arm around Tony's waste, pulling him back down and against his own body heat. Tony's sigh of relief came out as a choked sob, and he pressed his nose into Steve's chest in an attempt to muffle his sudden sounds. However, that startled Steve completely out of sleep.

"Tony? He tried to sit up, pulling Tony away from him and brushing his damp hair out of his face. "Tony, are you okay?" He was pouting at him as Tony quickly regained control of his emotions. 

"No, I'm not okay. I love you." 

Steve stared at him, confused in his half dream state, cheeks flushed with the heat of the summer night, hair sticking up in a way that warmed Tony's heart. 

And then he was kissing him, the slowest kiss they'd ever had, and Steve kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. Tony felt dizzy as Steve took his hand and pressed his lips gently to his wrist, the palm of his hand.

"I love you too."