"No offense, but what the fuck?" Peter asked Steve when they got out of Brock's office.
"I don't know. I panicked," Steve said.
"So now we're all just whores and we're no better off than when we started," Peter pointed out.
"Not really," Steve said. "I mean, you're technically a sex slave."
"Great, that makes me feel so much better," Peter said.
"Technically," Steve continued. "But not really. I just own you in name but really you can do whatever you want."
"Not really, I gotta stay here it sounds like," Peter said. "Or Rumlow will murder and rape us all. Not to be dramatic or anything."
"No, I don't think that's being dramatic, unfortunately," Steve said. "You know I was just trying to save you from being brutally raped, right?"
"Okay, but why?" Peter asked.
"I don't like the idea of it. Neither does Bucky," Steve said.
"Are you in love with him or something?" Peter asked.
"Or something," Steve said. "Come on, show me my our room."
"I don't have to listen to you," Peter said.
"Actually, yes you do," Steve said, a boyish grin on his face.
"Okay, there's money under the bed, don't touch it. Other than that there's pretty much nothing exciting in here, just some clothes and stuff," Peter said, sitting on the bed. "So I guess we live together now."
"I guess, so," Steve said.
"I'm tired, can I go to sleep?" Peter asked.
"Sure, go ahead," Steve said.
But Peter didn't get to sleep, because there was a knock on the door. A loud knock. Like metal against the door.
Bucky.
Steve opened the door.
"What happened?" Bucky asked.
"Your boyfriend screwed up a became a hooker," Peter explained.
"What?" Bucky said.
"Umm…" Steve said. "Well, I bought Peter. Or I mean… I took his position."
"So, he's serious?" Bucky asked. "You work here now?"
Steve just nodded.
"Steve and I live together now," Peter explained. "I'm not a whore anymore I'm Steve's sex slave."
"Jesus Christ, Steve," Bucky said.
"The important thing to consider here is that Peter is safe," Steve said.
"I don't think he's safe if he still lives here," Bucky said. "You don't know half of the shit Rumlow's done."
"Well, then we'll have safety in numbers," Steve suggested.
Over the intercom JARVIS said, "Bucky Barnes, please report to the basement."
"What's going to happen to you?" Peter asked him.
"Don't worry about it, Peter," Bucky said, forcing a smile. He saluted the both of them with his metal arm before heading off to the dungeon.
"Alright, why don't you get some rest, Peter," Steve said.
"What will you do?" Peter asked.
"Do you mind if I lay with you?"
"I don't mind," Peter said. It was a king-sized bed and if he had to share it, Steve was as good as anyone to share it with. Actually, Peter felt pretty comfortable with everyone who worked here, other than Brock obviously and Wade and Darcy. But maybe he just didn't know them yet. Wanda and Bucky had both proven already to be invaluable friends.
Steve slid his shoes off and came and laid next to Peter, pulling the blankets over both of them. Peter cuddled up against him, seeking warmth and comfort. Steve might be in love with Bucky, but Peter would never forget what Steve did to protect him. And maybe that was a kind of love, in itself.