NOTE: THIS IS A COMPLETELY NEW CHAPTER THAT I'VE ADDED! READ IT OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND THE REST OF THE STORY! (Also slightly NSFW)


Upstate New York – Avengers Compound – 7:00 AM – April 17th, 2017

"Steve, I swear to god if you don't get your Star-Spangled-Ass back in this bed I will spank you," Clint groans from the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes as a form of protection against the sunlight steaming into the room.

"I'm the one who does the spanking around here buddy," Bucky growls from his spot next to Clint.

"We all do the spanking around here," Steve chuckles moving the other blond man's arm over to kiss him.

"Mmf, okay I forgive you," Clint says after they share a heated kiss.

Bucky pouts from his spot in the bed until Steve leans over to give him a kiss as well.

"Have fun with Sam," Clint mumbles as the tall blond stalks out of the bedroom.

Moments later the apartment door shuts and Bucky and Clint know they're alone. Bucky groans again, rolling over on top of the small blond. Clint grunts but holds him close. He presses a soft kiss into the larger man's hairline.

"You sleep okay?" Clint murmurs.

"Mhm, best sleep I've had in a while," Bucky replies.

"I'm happy for you buddy, it's been awhile since you've been brought down huh?" Clint said, picking up on the sleepy, submissive-like quality to Bucky's voice.

When Bucky was captured by Hydra, he had previously presented as a Submissive. However, the combination of reprogramming and cryogenics allowed Hydra to rewrite his genetic coding and change his presentation to Dominant. He was physically bigger as a result. Stronger. Faster. He became the ideal solider for them. However, he had lived a good bit of his life as a submissive and as his memories slowly began to reemerge, his submissive tendencies had too.

No one from the DPP or within the Avengers knew of Bucky's submissive leanings. Clint and Steve were the only two that had any inclination of his submissive needs, especially because they fill the need whenever it arises. Last night was no exception.

Bucky had come home last night, exhausted and completely in his head. He was hunched over, non-verbal, and oozed attitude. Thankfully, Steve and Clint knew a brat when they saw one, and they had a feeling Bucky would be just that.

Which brings them to here and now. With Bucky draped over his partner as the haze of subspace lingers in the room and in his mind. Everything is fuzzy for him. Muted. He likes feeling this way. It's a pleasant escape from the usual loudness of his Dominant-turned mind.

"Wanna get up soon?" Clint enquires, breaking through the fog of Bucky's mind.

He's slowly coming-too. The smaller body below him becomes blatantly obvious to him. Clint, all lean muscle, and lithe movements looks up at him through his blond lashes. He knows it's not meant to be seductive. He knows it's just Clint's sleepy gaze, but the hard body beneath him wants it to be more.

"Mmm, maybe after,"

"After?" Clint pushes.

"After I fuck you into this mattress," Bucky growls.

The hazy morning feeling is evaporating into something heavier and more fevered. The sound of Clint and Bucky's grunts and gasp fill the once silent room at an erotic tempo. They're both naked, neither of them bothering with clothes after the session they had last night. Clint is growing hard against Bucky's thigh. Bucky's been growing hard since he flopped onto his partner. Their erections brush against each other, eliciting a whimper from the bigger man.

The morning dissolves into the heady smell of sex and the faint moaning coming from the bedroom.

Eventually, Steve comes home, but Clint and Bucky have long since vacated the bed. Bucky is in the kitchen making breakfast, while Clint enjoys a pot of coffee on the balcony. It's quiet in the apartment once again. Steve is dripping with sweat but full of smiles as he stumbles inside. The smell of bacon and eggs envelops him, wrapping his body in a familiar feeling of home. His stomach rumbles and he strides towards the small kitchenette.

"Look who's back," Bucky grins, leaning over the bar to swipe a kiss from the blond.

Steve grants him his wish happily before responding, "did ya' miss me jerk?"

The brunet man chuckles and turns back to his food as the sliding door to the balcony opens.

"There's our favorite Star-Spangled Man with A Plan," Clint teases, looping his sinewy arms around the taller blonde's middle.

Steve chuckles and places his hands over Clint's arms, squeezing them affectionately.

The morning slowly shifts into the productivity of a normal weekday. Bucky puts on his training gear and heads downstairs to the training area in the compound. Clint leaves to pay a visit to a friend somewhere in the city. Steve has a mountain of paperwork to tackle. They go their separate ways, all of them completely unaware of the nightmare that's about to stumble through the compound doors.