A/N: So this idea was originally a request someone asked me to write on tumblr and so I thought I'd share it with you all here :)
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own these amazing character's. It'd be nice if I did but I don't lol.
Enjoy my lovelies~
Extra: Takes place at the events of Civil War so minor spoiler's if you haven't seen it.
One:
Ultimately it's Rhodey that let's them in. Steve and Bucky. Rhodey gives Bucky a nod in greeting that Bucky reciprocates, but Rhodey hardly spares a glance at Steve. He tries not to let it bother him. He doesn't really have that right. He fucked up and he knows it. He's surprised Rhodey's not making him crawl into the compound on his hands and knees.
Natasha's in the kitchen with Clint and they're drinking coffee and talking. Clint smiles a bit.
"Hey, Dad's home."
Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname he's never going to lose. He vaguely wonders if Tony is still considered the Mom to his Dad and his chest tightens.
Natasha offered Steve a small smile and stood up to give him a hug. He hugged her back.
"He hasn't left the lab in weeks," she whispered.
"I'll talk to him," Steve nodded.
"Right. Come on Buck. I'll show you to your room," Clint said.
Bucky looked at Steve who nodded and the ex-assassin followed Clint out of the kitchen. Natasha excused herself.
"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve coming back here," Rhodey said. "I would've left you two out there but he insisted I let you in."
"So he knows we're here?" Steve asked.
"He knows," Rhodey answered. "Why do you think your friend has a room to go to? You crush him, and berate him and he still makes room for you, and that friend of yours."
"I screwed up, I know," Steve said.
Rhodey snorted. "You fucked up."
"Will he see me?" Steve asked.
"Mr. Stark has revoked all access to the labs," JARVIS answered. "Excluding Dr. Banner and Colonel Rhodes."
Steve nodded. "Right...I'll just go put my things in my room." His room he found, was right across from Bucky's three floors below the penthouse.
"I take it he did some reorganization?" Steve asked.
Natasha leaned in the doorway. "Bruce talked him out of putting your rooms in the basement."
Steve sighed. "Has all my access been revoked?"
"Just to the penthouse and his lab. Unless there is a dire emergency," she answered.
Steve sat down on the bed and dropped his head into his hands. He felt the bed dip as Natasha sat next to him and her fingers in his hair.
"He just needs time," she told him.
"Pretty sure he's going to need a decade," Steve snorted. "I screwed up…no, I fucked up."
"Everything will work out," she promised.
He took a deep breath. "I need to finish unpacking."
She nodded. "Dinner's at 7."
"Thanks."
The door shut behind her and he laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling. He squeezed his eyes and blinked back the tears before he got up and went into the bathroom to shower.
Tony wasn't sure what was happening at that precise moment. His brain had finally ceased working due to the copious amounts of alcohol in his system. He can still feel the burn in the back of his throat from the vodka shots, glasses of whiskey, and tequila chasers. He can already feel the hangover he'll have in the morning but it's worth it, feeling the body against his own.
It's not Steve, no matter how much he wants it to be. He's still mad at the man, even if part of him has already wholeheartedly accepted his apology. Let him move back in. Him and that best friend/ex-assassin that could possibly go off at the drop of his hat and maybe murder Tony in his sleep no matter how much Steve (and everyone else) is trying to tell him otherwise.
It's okay. He's got a gun he nicked from Natasha under his pillow. She probably knows but hasn't said anything. Not that she has the right. He made the thing for her.
He groaned as the hands belonging to the body against his, (Man. Definitely man he thinks.) start moving lower, and squeeze his ass through his jeans and he whimpers because Steve used to the same thing before lifting him by his thighs so Tony can wrap his legs around his waist.
And then the body's gone and the cold air makes him hiss through his teeth. He blinked, the liquor making his vision fuzzy and he recognizes Bucky. Well his arm anyway.
It's hard not to. It's gorgeous and Tony's upset that he wasn't the one to design it and in the back of his mind he's already started designs for a new arm. A better one. Maybe he can see if T'challa's got any vibranium lying around that he can use.
Bucky shoved the man (And Tony notices just how like Steve the guy looked. Slimmer and not as bulky and then he grimaces because he as a sinking suspicion he was making out with Johnny Storm) who says something that Tony can't quite make out over the loud music vibrating his brain and storms (Ha Storm) off.
"Seriously? You're that desperate you're willing to make out with Steve's idiotic doppelganger?" Bucky asked.
He pulled Tony to his feet and took him to the kitchen to lean against the bar. It's not as loud in here, and empty.
"M'not desperate," Tony slurred and took the glass of water offered to him. "Horny and drunk...not desperate."
"I didn't realize there was a difference," Bucky snorted.
Tony didn't say anything and just drank the water. He set down the glass and swayed on his feet as he started to walk out of the kitchen. He made it two steps before Bucky catches him and picks him up.
His body is warm and Tony stops himself from sinking into the feeling because it's not Steve. It's Steve's best friend and butt buddy and he's the reason he and Steve broke up and Tony should hate him but he can't bring himself to. Even if he did kill his parents.
He is aware of Bucky carrying him to the elevator, and skipping the one that takes them directly to Tony's floor. That would involve walking through the party and Tony can't handle that.
"You don't have to carry me…" Tony muttered.
"As amusing as it would be to watch you stumble drunkenly to your room, I'm not that heartless," Bucky told him.
Tony snorts. "Pretty sure between the two of us, you're the one with the heart." He tapped the arc reactor with his finger for effect.
Bucky cracked a smile and shook his head as he stepped off the elevator. Tony recognized it as Thor's floor. The Asgardian god was still partying when Tony snuck off with Johnny (he's going to regret that in the morning) but there was a light coming from his bedroom and Tony could've sworn Bruce had been wearing the exact same green shirt at the party, that was laying on one of the couches.
His shook his head and closed his eyes. His head unwillingly laid on Bucky's shoulder as the ex-assassin/soldier carried him to the main elevator that would take them to Tony's room.
"Really though? Storm? I thought you hated him," Bucky said.
"Richards I hate," Tony replied. "Johnny on the other hand. Man's ruined seven sets of sheets but the sex is worth it."
Tony yawned as Bucky stepped off the elevator into his penthouse and started walking to the bedroom.
"You smell good," Tony said. He nuzzled Bucky's neck.
"You're desperate," Bucky replied.
"Not desperate-"
"Horny and drunk," Bucky interrupted. "And I'm not going to take advantage of you in this state."
"And if I want you to take advantage of me in this state?" Tony asked. He looked at Bucky through his lashes. "I can't tell you how many fantasies I've had involving that metal arm of yours."
"I'd lend it to you, but I'm not sure you'd give it back," Bucky chuckled and set him on the bed.
Tony pouted and kept a tight grip on his shirt. "Is he happy?"
"Who?" Bucky asked. He tried to get Tony to let go and gave up, instead he pulled the shirt off and Tony continued to hold on.
"Steve...is...is he happy with you? Are you two happy?" Tony asked. "Together?"
"Together?" Bucky asked.
He sat on the edge of the bed. "Why would you think Steve and I are together?"
"Please...he spends all his free time looking for you, and when he finds you, he just drops everything to get you, and prove your innocence. He was willing to..." Tony stopped talking and rolled over so his back was to Bucky. He was still holding Bucky's shirt.
"He was willing to what?" Bucky frowned.
"Nothing, forget it...just, I hope you two are happy together," Tony mumbled.
"Stark...Tony...Steve and I not in a relationship," Bucky told him. "We're just friends. I don't like him in that context and he most certainly doesn't like me that way."
Bucky waited for a reply and leaned over to find Tony had passed out, still clutching his shirt and sighed. He removed Tony's jacket and shoes before he tossed a blanket over him. He grabbed a discarded pillow-too tired to go all the way back to his room-and laid down on the couch in the living room.
"Good night Jarvis," he yawned.
"Good night Mr. Barnes," The AI replied.
Tony groaned and winced as he started coming to. His head was throbbing. His mouth was dry and tasted like stale beer. His stomach rolled as he dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom.
He didn't notice the shirt in his hand until he saw it in the mirror. He frowned. No one else had been in his bed and he would've known if he slept with someone. At least he hoped he would've remembered anyway.
The shirt he recognized was Bucky's. It was a bit small for Steve and Bruce didn't wear t-shirt's and well, Tony had bought Bucky the shirt at a Twisted Sister's concert a few months ago. He set the shirt down before washing his face and brushing his teeth and changed into some jeans and a long sleeved shirt. He walked out of the bedroom and saw Bucky standing at the stove, frying some bacon with a cup of coffee in the other hand. Steve was sitting at the counter with his own cup, frowning and saying something too low for Tony to hear.
"You lost this," Tony said. He dropped the shirt on the counter and went to get himself a cup of coffee. He missed the way Steve's jaw clenched when he saw the shirt, and the way the blond looked at Bucky with narrowed eyes.
Tony leaned against the counter and drank his coffee. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit Cap?"
"You left the party, figured I'd check up on you," Steve answered.
"I'm not sure if I was hallucinating or not, but I vaguely recall Buckaroo carrying me all the way up here after one too many drinks," Tony replied. "Did we have sex? Because I honestly can't remember."
Bucky smirked and set down a plate of bacon and eggs. "Trust me, if we had sex you'd know it. Now sit down and eat. You need something to soak up all that booze."
Tony sat down at the counter and picked up a fork. He got two bites in before he grimaced. "Please tell me I did not make out with Johnny Storm."
Steve coughed and set down his coffee. "You made out with Johnny Storm?"
"Caught them dry humping like a couple of teenagers in the hallway," Bucky drawled. "Couple more seconds and Storm would've signed your clothes."
Tony wrinkled his nose and went back to eating his breakfast. "Ugh, stop me next time. I don't care if you have to restrain me."
"Right...well you've probably got work to do and we're late for a meeting with Fury so…" Steve trailed off as he stood up. "See you later."
Tony nodded a little.
"Someone slept on the wrong side of the bed," Bucky snorted once the elevator doors had closed.
"Since when are you and Tony so chummy?" Steve asked.
"Since he decided that you and I are dating because you ran off to look for me," Bucky answered. "And also basically started a war because of me...I understand you were trying to do the right thing, and I really appreciate that Steve. God knows I do, but that man is so broken up because of it that he made out with Johnny Storm. I mean, out of all the people at that party, he made out with Johnny Storm."
"What? Are you trying to say it'd be okay if he made out with you?" Steve asked.
"I don't take advantage of people when they're shit faced drunk," Bucky answered. "Were he sober, maybe."
"You would make out with him while I'm trying to mend fences with him?" Steve asked slowly.
"Hey, until you mend those fences, Tony's basically a free man," Bucky answered. "He may still love you but that doesn't mean he has to come back to you."
Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you interested in Tony?"
Bucky swung his gaze to Steve's face and shrugged. "So what if I am?"
"Bucky…"
"Steve…."
"You are my friend and you know I love you but back off," Steve told him. "I'm trying to fix things with Tony and you-"
"And me what?" Bucky interrupted. "You afraid he's gonna fall for me instead of going back to you?"
Steve didn't say anything and Bucky's smirk grew.
"Shut up Bucky," Steve said.
"I didn't say anything," Bucky replied, innocently. "Sides Stevie, you don't own Tony. He can see who ever he wants."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve asked. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"It means," Bucky drawled as the elevator doors slid open. "I'm interested in Tony."
He left Steve standing open mouthed in the elevator and whistled as he walked to meet Fury.
