Steve woke up before anyone in the Villa- anyone in the whole town really- but it wasn't his fault, well not really. He had dreamt of James, dreamt life-like dreams of the man's strong arms, especially the metal one, cradling his small body as though he were a precious child needing their mother's warmth. James's wet mouth had felt so real on the skin of Steve's neck, the nipping teeth leaving red and purple marks that wouldn't fade for days, and wandering hands leaving deep bruises on his pale fragile skin- god what Steve would give to have his dream become a reality.

He had awoken from his dream with sweat on his brow and a tent in his loose boxers, his hard and weeping cock a problem only he could deal with. He had thrown his head back on the fluffy pillow, hand moving down his boxers to let his cock spring free, slapping against his flat stomach.

His left hand- his eyes clenched as his toes curled, wondering what James metal arm would feel like against his warm cock, if the cool metal would soothe the hot member- grabbed his cock, letting out a low quiet moan, not wanting James to hear him. He slowly stroked himself, images of James smiling making his release come closer and closer. His ragged breath rang through the room, his breath occasionally choking off in broken moans.

A silent cry left his lips as cum shot across his chest, staining his pale yet slightly reddened skin. His chest heaved up and down, trying to regulate his poorly functioning lungs. He lightly laughed at the sight of all the cum covering his chest, cock starting to plump up again at the thought of wether James would paint him with his own cum, if James would run his tongue along Steve's wet skin and lick up his release.

A finger ran through the mess on his chest, scooping up the pearly white cum and bringing it to his tongue, letting him taste himself. It was slightly salty he noted. He would love if James came on his chest, then he could rub it into his skin, marking himself as James's.

Steve reached over the side of the bed grabbing his forgotten shirt and wiping off his chest, finally sitting up and looking out the window, taking in the rising sun. Steve looked at his watch, only 6:13, too early to have breakfast. Maybe he could take a jog, or a walk, something like that.

Steve stood, stretching his lips, groaning at the cracks of his limbs moving together, letting them flop down to his side after a moment. He scratched his stomach, rummaging through his closet for something to run in, and it seemed a white shirt and some shorts would have to do.

He made his way out of his room, quietly closing the door, and tip toeing down the hall, down the stairs and out of the front door. Steve took a deep breath, the breeze feeling amazing against his skin. The smell of peaches hit his nose, and he turned to look at the peach trees. They were tall, and hanging from them were the juiciest peaches he had ever seen. He licked his lips, wondering if he could get one, he was a bit hungry.

His feet brought him to the tree, though he was much too short to reach. He stood on the tips of his toes, fingers stretching to reach the peach that was just right there it was so close-

A yelp left Steve's lips as a hand reached over his, plucking the peach from the branch, and coming back to rest in his hand. He looked over his shoulder, and gulped a the sight of James, the man's hair in a messy bun that should frankly be illegal cause it was giving Steve heart problems. Steve noted that James looked different than yesterday, he looked happier, and way less tired.

"You gonna keep staring or eat your peach? Got it just for you doll." Steve felt his face go red, and he found himself moving slightly away from James sweaty form, taking a bite of the peach. A moan left his lips, god it was a juicy peach, there was even a trail of juice going down his chin. He moved the peach back to his side, looking at James once more, though found the man was already staring at him.

A metal hand slowly moved up, wiping away the trail of juice on Steve's chin. Steve looked down, ready to flee from James.

"I like to take jogs in the morning. Do you?" It seemed James was the talker of the two, for Steve was always lost for words. He found himself nodding dumbly, before wildly shaking his head.

"Jogs aren't really my thing, I tend to do walks, running always messes with my lungs. But I could try, with you." James furrowed his eyebrows at Steve's statement, prompting Steve to explain.

"I can't really do a lot, my body kinda tries to shut down, but I can try my best, I can do anything if I want, just gotta take it slow." James nodded, eyes looking over the smaller man. James found the sudden urge to bundle up the smaller man in his arms and protect him from everything, but he would bet that Steve wouldn't appreciate that.

James started walking, and Steve followed, smile on his face.


They didn't talk much during their walk, James mainly looking through the dozens of trees with sharp eyes as Steve watched him. Steve noted that James was a huge man, and walked with a type of swagger that Steve couldn't place. He was quiet as he walked, though James footsteps were silent. Steve tried to think of ways to start a conversation but came up short, not wanting to ask how he got the metal arm as he felt it might be rude.

They made it back to the Villa in no time, Pepper and Tony eating eggs on the patio, Tony's voice loud enough that both Steve and James could hear every word.

"C'mon Pepper, we gotta invite my Aunt, it's a miracle that she's even alive and besides, if she doesn't come then basically none of my family is coming and that isn't fair Pep. And you wont have to talk to her I swear, the hot dog weenies will keep all of her attention I guarantee- oh If it isn't our resident daffodil and one punch man. How was your walk?"

Steve smiled at Tony and sat, picking up and egg and cracking it with precise movements. He chuckled when James grabbed one and competed destroyed it, smiling a bit, even letting out a giggle that made James smile back. Steve grabbed another egg and sat it in James's egg holder, cracking it for the older man. Jame watched his movements, eyes watching Steve's small fingers do what he couldn't .

"You two seem too be getting along very well." Tony's tone was slightly accusatory, and slightly questioning, though humorous too. It was very Tony of him to speak like that.

"Well yeah Tony, it is just us here… and besides I'm gonna show him around later. Maybe we can see some of the sights, get to know each other." Steve finished his egg and looked up at Tony, flinching at his glare.

"Well, before you guys go, can I talk to you in the library real quick?" Steve nodded and smiled at James and Pepper, following Tony inside. Once they reached the library, Tony shut the door and looked at Steve, though Steve spoke first.

"Is this cause I'm…" Steve had no reason to not say that he was gay, it was something that he should embrace and be proud of, but that nagging voice in the back of his mind was telling him to he should still keep it to himself, that he would shunned as he had been before.

"Kid, I don't care what team you pitch for, frankly I don't wanna know what you do when the lights go down, but this is about Barnes-"

"James." Tony rolled his eyes.

"…Fine, James. I just want, ugh dammit, I just want you to know what you're getting into."

"What're you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb Stevie. I see the way you look at him, the way he watches you, I see it and I just…. I don't want you to get hurt." Tony's face fell as he finished his sentence, fist clenching against his side. He couldn't, wouldn't tell Steve, he had promised.

Steve walked toward his friend, looking into his agitated face. "What's goin on Tones?"

Tony sighed. "Just get to know him before you do anything rash okay?" Tony walked away, biting his lip and counting backwards from ten his head, trying to calm his racing heart and fluttering stomach. He cared about Steve, the kid was like his brother… he just wanted him safe.

Steve watched his friend walk away, shaking his head in confusion and curiosity, though a smile overcame his face when James stepped into the doorway.

"You ready?" James looked nervous and that made butterflies erupt in his stomach.

"Let me just change real quick and then we can head out. Sounds good?" James nodded and moved to let Steve pass him, eyes never straying from the blonde. A ghost of a smile crossed his face at the sight of Steve's ass in the pair of jogging shorts, and those eyes followed the bouncing cheeks up the stairs and out of sight.

Steve changed into a floral tank top with red shorts, combing through his blonde locks and sliding on some sandals. He stood in front of the mirror, turning and twisting as he gazed ay his deathly pale skin. He bit his bottom lip, wondering what hand shaped bruises would look like on his creamy skin, if they would stand out against his blank canvas of skin.

A lone hand trailer up his shirt and wrapped around his throat, a light grip that ghosted over the thin skin, though he did give an experimental squeeze and held in a moan as his cock grew hard.

"You almost done Stevie?"

Steve gasped and any and all thoughts of James's touching him flew out the window, smoothing his hair once more and moving to the door, gasping as he ran into James chest. His cheek pressed into hard muscle and he hoped the other man couldn't feel his hard on. Steve moved away, muttering 'sorry's' as he closed his door.

James looked a bit odd, he was wearing a cap and a jacket, his hair out of its bun and a long sleeve shirt covering his whole top. He looked like he was trying to hide, or be hidden, but only someone trying to hide would dress like that in Italy.

"Why are you wearing all that? You're gonna melt in that, C'mere, lets get you something more suitable." Steve took James's flesh hand and led the man back to his room, motioning for the man to sit on the bed. Steve walked to James luggage, which seemed to be very little, and opened the military style bag.

Steve scrunched up his eyebrows, looking up at James quickly to make sure he wasn't watching him, though the man seemed to be very slowly removing his clothes. Steve's fingers skimmed the pictures that had been jammed next to the clothes and other various items. His eyes skimmed the men in the first photo, they looked so happy and wild, and Steve smiled as he looked at James smiling face. He looked so young and carefree, nothing like the man who sat before him today.

Steve turned the photo over and read the messily written words.

Howling Commandos

"I don't have much, but maybe you can put something together doll." Steve blushed at the nickname, putting back the photo and grabbing what looked to be a pair of black sweats and a red long sleeved shirt. He passed it to James, assuming the man would step into the bathroom to change, but he was very wrong.

Steve gulped as James lifted his shirt over his over his head, giving Steve a full view of thee man's ripped chest, as well as his fully metal arm and shoulder. Steve wished he could run his fingers over the red skin in the area where metal met flesh. It looked painful, yet James face remained passive. Steve stood on his tip toes and pressed his chest against James, looking into the man's wide eyes, reaching behind his head and putting the mans hair in a bun.

He immediately moved away, pink hue covering his cheeks and ears as James finished dressing himself.

"Whaddya think?" James gave him a sleepy smile, and Steve gave him one in return. Steve nodded and made his way out of the room, James shutting his door and following behind him. Their footsteps echoed through the house, and Steve gave Tony a shout that they'd be back.

And well, Steve tried to suppress his smile when he, well he could've sworn it but wasn't sure, felt those metal fingers nudge his.


Steve and James made it into town in no time, both men parking their bikes by the side of a building and stepping onto the sidewalk.

"So, I've only been here long as you so unless there's something specific you wanna see, we can just walk around." James nodded, eyes searching the streets, but Steve didn't know what for. His eyes were sharp and searching, mouth in a hard line, and Steve felt the need to give him a hug, but instead just patted him on the shoulder.

"This way." James nodded, and the two men walked, taking in the beautiful buildings and very few people around. It was all so different from Brooklyn, the streets weren't riddled with druggies and dying animals, instead there were fresh smelling flowers and croissants fresh from the oven. He wished Peggy and Sam could see it too.

It took a while for them to actually start speaking, as James was a man of few words, but he was eventually willing to talk.

"Where are you from?"

It was a moment before he answered. "Brooklyn." Steve's heart soared, maybe they actually did have something in common.

"Which part? I'm from Brooklyn too, maybe we're neighbors.." James was silent for longer than he had been before.

"I don't remember."

Steve's steps faltered, he didn't remember where he lived? Steve looked at the man's emotionless face, trying to read him but getting nothing.

"What do you mean you don't remember? It's your home, no one ever forgets their home…" James stopped walking, eyes on Steve's questioning face.

"I haven't had a home for a long time Steve."

Neither man spoke, Steve not fully understanding the man's words, and James not wanting to speak. They found themselves walking once more, eventually stopping to get gelato before making their way back to the bikes. James was silent, thinking to himself how to go farther with the blonde specimen that was Steve.

"Don't worry James, we'll find you a new home, pinky swear." Steve stuck out his pinky, and waited. A frown crossed his face, hand falling to rest at his side, though a metal pinky slotted with his before it could completely lower.

"Pinky Swear."


Steve and James had returned later than expected, and Tony had merely given him the patented Dad look of questioning. And Tony and Pepper had told James and Steve about to ocean expedition they would want their help with tomorrow, and then Tony had pulled Steve away once more.

"Did you talk to him? Or do I have to negotiate to get two cows in exchange for your maidenhead?" Steve went bright red and whacked Tony's arm, laughing along with the older man.

"No Tony, I didn't question him because he doesn't need to be questioned…" But Steve's mind went back to the picture, of the words on the back, and decided that he trusted Tony enough to ask.

"If your sure Steve I mean I'm just-"

"Who are the Howling Commandos?" The glass of whisky that Tony had been sipping hit the floor with a crash, and Tony had never gotten such a cold look from Tony.

"Who wants to know?"

"I do… What do you know Tony?"

Steve noticed the nervous twitch Tony had in his left hand, and didn't question the false smile that came over the mans face.

"Nothing Stevie-Pie. But the local librarian, Bruce, he knows a bunch. Ask him and you'll get your answer." Steve watched as Tony stepped over the glass and out the room, up the stairs and heard the slam of the door.

He sighed to himself, stepping over the glass, and walking out of the room and into his own bedroom. He sat on the bed, flopping back and letting out a sigh. Steve hated feeling like this, like he was the only one out of the loop. Like everyone knew something he didn't, almost like an inside joke where he was the punch line.

But he wanted in, and it all started with James. The man who he dreamt about, the tall hulking figure that Steve could only hope would sit right here on this floor, on his knees and take Steve's cock into his warm mouth, metal hand holding him down as his cock was enveloped into that delicious warmth. He wold cum down his throat and James would take every drop.

Steve's hand scrambled under his shorts and he furiously jacked off his hard cock, coming in minutes at just the thought of the long haired man. Steve didn't bother to clean the cum off his hands, or any of his body, and instead situated himself under the covers, the lull of sleep taking him away.

Unbeknownst to him, James sat in his own bed, flesh hand stroking his thick cock up and down, wishing it was Steve on his knees, the blonde haired boy completely at his mercy. He would fuck the pale throat and make him take every last drop, wanting to have every part of James be a part of Steve.

And when James came with a grunt of Steve's name, he laid in his bed, wishing that a blonde boy with a smile like sunshine was next to him.