After Tony left for Stark Industries, Steve locked himself in the bedroom to read a bunch of parenting articles Jarvis had brought up. Bucky wasn't ready to be that obsessive just yet, so he sparred a little with Natasha and Clint and then settled in to watch one of the Terminator movies Tony loved to hate.

A little after eleven, Bucky heard the sound of the garage door opening over a quiet part of the movie. And the Tony's voice floated up the stairs.

"I'm back! Where's my welcoming committee?"

Bucky immediately paused the movie. It was a rare occasion when Tony managed to get out of work early. He'd probably be in a great mood, with none of the weariness he always seemed to wear after a full day doing business.

Bucky hurried down the stairs, ready to gather his mate into his arms and start loving him like he had promised, but he stopped short a few feet away, clutching his nose. "Oh my god, you reek."

It smelled like Tony had doused himself with that new cologne another twenty times.

"I know, right? They all called the meeting off early because no one could stand to be in the room with me." Tony beamed. "You should have seen the look on Pepper's face. She was so furious." The smile faded. "Oh, shit. She's going to kill me."

Bucky fanned a hand vigorously in front of his face. "It'll serve you right. I'm almost ready to kill you myself if I have to bear this stink much longer. Holy shit, Tony. You must really hate the board if this is the length you'll go to to escape meetings."

Tony frowned, or at least Bucky assumed he did because his eyes were watering too hard for him to really see at the moment.

"I didn't do it just to escape the meeting," Tony said with an air of wounded dignity. "This pregnancy thing is still so new. I didn't even have a chance to tell the rest of the team yet. And I will be damned if the fucking board members are the first to know."

"For fuck's sake. If you just wanted to cover up your scent, you just had to dab on a little extra cologne, not the whole bottle."

"But then I wouldn't have gotten out of the meeting early. Killing two birds with one stone, Buck. And you are happy I'm home early, right?"

Bucky took another big step backwards as Tony came closer. "I'm not touching you until you shower."

Tony huffed and headed into the elevator. Going down to the gym, probably. Because that's where the closest shower was.

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he was gone. The faint scent of cologne still lingered in the air, but he was grateful for small mercies. God, he didn't know how Tony managed to go through the day without sneezing to death. One of the benefits to not having super senses, he supposed.

He headed upstairs and poked his head into the bedroom. "Tony's home early."

Steve looked up from his tablet. "Why are you wearing Tony's cologne?"

"Oh, I'm sure the whole Tower is wearing it now."

Steve grimaced. "Really?"

"Really. Our mate will probably want to tell you all about his brilliant plan later."

Steve chewed his bottom lip. "He's taking this whole pregnancy thing really hard, isn't he? Maybe-"

"Hell no. He's actually coming around to the idea. He only coated himself in cologne so the board wouldn't know about the pregnancy before the rest of the team does."

Steve's expression relaxed into fond exasperation. "Only he could think of something like that."
Bucky nodded. "That's our mate. Stubborn as they come." Which they both loved, of course.

They both looked up as Tony pushed through the door, wearing a cologne-free t-shirt and jeans. "Hope you're happy," he announced, and sprawled face-first onto the bed.

Steve raised an eyebrow at the dramatic display. "You feeling okay, Tony? Worried about the baby?"

Tony shifted his shoulders into something like a shrug. "It still doesn't feel real."

"It will." Steve gently rubbed Tony's back. "Why don't we tell the team tonight? That way you won't have to keep hiding your scent from the board."

Tony lifted his head and shot Steve a sheepish smile. "Bucky told you about that, didn't he?"

"Of course. We tell each other everything."

When dealing with Tony in some of his more impulsive moments, it was always best to keep everybody on the same page.

"Okay," Tony said with a sigh. "Tonight."

Steve rolled Tony onto his back and frowned at the resigned look on the omega's face. "Hey," he said. "It's not going to be a big deal. We just make the announcement and move on. Nobody on the team is going to say anything negative."

"Or I'll have a word with them," Bucky said, pounding his metal fist into his good hand.

Steve rolled his eyes, but Tony's mouth twitched into the beginning of a smile so Bucky didn't care about Steve's disapproval.

"And until then," Tony said, casually bucking his hips upwards. "I can think of a good way to pass the time."

It wasn't the same as tearing Tony out of his suit jacket, but there was still a certain appeal to easing him out of his t-shirt, watching his muscles twitch as Steve ran a hand over his abs. Tony wasn't going to have rock-hard abs for much longer, Bucky reflected. Soon he'd be nice and round with child. And Tony was gorgeous now, but every alpha just had a thing for seeing their mate pregnant.

When he met Steve's eyes, he could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Steve grinned and flicked his thumbs across Tony's nipples. They were already delightfully sensitive spots for Tony, but they were just going to get more sensitive. Bucky couldn't fucking wait.

"Stop teasing me and one of you just fuck me already," Tony growled.

"Nope," Bucky said with a smirk. "It's been a whole week since we've seen you. We've missed touching all this pretty skin."

"I hate you," Tony said with a sigh. But he tilted his head back so Steve could mouth at his collarbone.

Bucky delicately unzipped Tony's pants and ran a hand over his hips and thighs. "It'd be a shame if we didn't take time to properly appreciate how gorgeous you are."

Tony huffed as he wiggled out of his jeans. "It'd be a shame if I had to sit here for another minute hard as hell while you two just coo over me. Seriously, Buck, what's the matter with you? You're usually jumping my bones on sight."

Bucky shrugged. Sex just didn't seem as important at the moment. Touching Tony was all he really wanted to do. But if Tony was going to be this mouthy, he knew where to touch to keep him interested.

He gave Steve a sidelong glance and the blonde nodded, and began peeling the underwear down their omega's hips.

"Fucking finally," Tony said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Huh. Tony hadn't been kidding when he said he was hard as hell. Well, Bucky was going to have to do something about that.

Tony let out a surprised gasp when Bucky wrapped his hand around his cock. "What…what are you-"

"Are you seriously still complaining?" Steve said with a shake of his head.

"Not complaining," Tony said breathlessly. "Other hand, Buck."

Bucky obligingly switched to his metal hand and Tony groaned, deep and throaty, pressing back into the mattress. "Oh, hell yes."

Steve snorted and went back to nipping at Tony's collarbone and rubbing a hand over his hip.

Bucky beamed down at his mate as he twitched and arched, gasped, moaned, groaned, and whimpered and finally came, eyelids fluttering convulsively.

"There. You feel better now?"

"Yes," Tony murmured as he burrowed into the pillow. "It's not fair. You two wear me out so good. I'll probably sleep all the way until dinner."

"Good," Steve said. "I'm sure you need the sleep."

They all knew how poorly Tony tended to sleep when they were out on missions.

Tony flipped him off, but then snuggled further into the bed with a soft sigh, his breathing evening out.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a glance and then Steve reached for his abandoned tablet.

Okay, sure. It wouldn't hurt to take a look at a few baby articles while Tony slept.

Tony woke up a few hours later, reenergized and ravenous. Steve put together a sandwich for him and then they all headed into the den to start movie night.

Everyone else had already gotten there before them, claiming most of the best spots on the couches. But whatever. Bucky was used to sprawling out on the floor in a big pile of pillows and blankets.

Tony sprawled out on the couch between Clint and Natasha, lacing his hands behind his head. "Notice anything different about me?"

Clint shrugged. "No, not really."

Tony frowned. "No? I don't smell any different to you?"

"Oh, come here," Natasha said. She pulled Tony to her side of the couch and sniffed carefully. Her eyes narrowed. "You were wearing too much cologne earlier."

"How do you know?" Tony said. "I washed."

"I still smell a little of it on you. And it's a terrible scent. Never wear it again."

"No problem. I already used up the whole bottle."

Bucky's nose twitched just thinking about it. Blech.

"But other than the cologne, you don't smell anything on me?"

"Nope," Natasha said. She gently pushed him upright.

"Fuck," Tony said. "So I did all that for nothing?" He crossed his arms over his chest and glared in Bucky's direction.

Bucky shrugged. "They're not your mates. They're not as attuned to your scent as we are. And they don't have super senses."

Bruce's eyes flicked between Tony and Bucky. "Mind telling me what's going on?" he asked.

"Tony's pregnant," Steve said cheerfully.

"Or so they say," Tony muttered darkly.

"Now that you mention it," Clint said. "You are looking a little plumper than usual."

Tony threw a cushion at him. "Buck, what did you say you were going to do to anybody talking shit about me?"

Bucky eyed Clint contemplatively and flexed his metal fingers.

"Hey, I'm not talking shit," Clint said quickly. "I'm all for you two getting him knocked up."

"Indeed," Thor said. "A child is cause for celebration. A festive occasion with plates piled high with roasted meats and the mead flowing freely all night long."

"No mead for Tony," Steve said.

"Damnit, that's right," Tony said with a heavy sigh. "No alcohol for nine months."

"You'll live," Steve said, pressing a kiss to Tony's cheek. "I have faith in you."

"So," Clint said. "Movie night. Who votes for Knocked Up?"

This time, Tony wasn't the only one throwing a cushion at Clint.