Summary: Steve goes "missing" for two weeks and when the team finally decides to check up on him they are in for a surprise. Captain!Steve. Modern!Bucky.

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Sam sighed as the door of the elevator finally open to the common area in the Avengers Tower. He stepped out and let out another sigh before dropping his backpack at the door, tossing off his shoes and entering the living room. The place was quiet and tidy and he wasn't surprised to see all the StarkTech and the coziness of the place. He knew that Tony Stark was pretty rich, but he never imagined that the guy was that rich.

"Hello?" he called out hoping that the man himself would step out from somwhere. Or that guy Clint. Fuck, even scary Natasha would do. He was getting worried over one supersoldier that hasn't picked up his phone in a week.

The friendship he and Captain Rogers consolidated was one of the best he's had in years. The guy was simply amazing. He was kind, sweet, ridiculously shy and humble. He likes to think that he's been a constant in Steve Rogers' life in the past couple of months. From morning jogging to gym training and coffee meetings or dinner or just helping Steve acomodate in the 21st century.

So imagine his surprise when about two weeks ago Steve stopped meeting him altogether, either claiming that he was busy, tired or not in the mood for going out. Sam, ever the good guy, suggested that he could go over and hang out with him, thinking that if he got him to spill everything it'll make the Captain feel better.

Of course, Steve said that nothing was wrong and that he'll hit Sam up as soon as he'll be in his own skin again.

Naturally Sam went to the Avengers Tower to talk this through with Captain's team, thinking that they knew him a little bit better than Sam.

"Sam?" came a voice from the doorway, interrupting his thoughts. Scary Natasha was there, giving him a once over and cocking her eyebrow to the side.

"Hi." Sam replied, waving his hand awkwardly in the air. "How are you?"

"Just came back from the gym. What are you doing here?" Man, Natasha wasted no precious seconds. He liked her. She was sharp, dangerous and gorgeous.

"Uh, I came here to see if Steve's alright? I've been blowing his phone up in the past two weeks and...you know, he missed our jogging routine."

Natasha smiled, barely lifting the corners of her mouth before strolling to the fridge and taking a water bottle from there.

"Steve doesn't live here anymore."

"Oh...I'm sorry...He never mentioned something about moving to another place. I just assumed that you guys live together."

"We do. Steve's not living with us anymore. Are you worring about him?"

The first instinct was to lie, but really, was there anyone that could lie to Natasha? She could probably smell the bullshit all the way from Russia.

"I mean sort of. He didn't sound so good last time I've spoken to him."

"He did ditch any interraction plans and tactical meetings. Huh, weird."

There was a long silence in the room and Sam shifted awkwardly on his feet. He could see the wheels turning in Natasha's head, probably analyzing the matter from every angle and deciding if it was best to announce someone or take the matter into her own hands.

"Do you know where he lives by any chance?"

"Nope. But I know that Stark knows. Pepper helped him pick the house and Tony's minions helped him carry his stuff over ther because it was quicker. Lets go ask him."

"Minions as in robots?" Sam asked, following Natasha to the elevator. She gave him a quick smirk over her shoulder.

"My, Wilson, you're not just a dumb looking bird as Clint said."

"I- what?"

Natasha just laughed, hitting the button of the elevator and giving him an once over again.

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So that's how Sam found himself stuffed in one of Tony Stark's expensive cars with the man himself next to him in the backseat and Clint and Natasha in the front with Clint driving and talking soflty to his friend in a foreign language that he didn't understand.

Tony was giving orders about where to turn and when while also typing furiously on his phone. The man sure knew how to multitask. They soon found themselves in a cute little neighbourhood with rich looking houses and white picket fances and Tony pointed over Steve's house.

It was a nice house. A two-story house with big windows and a garden full of flowers and of course the ever lasting swing on the porch. The lights were on in one of the rooms so they assumed Steve was home.

"Let's see how is our old man doing." Tony grinned, jumping excitedly on the porch and banging his fist on the door.

A few moments passed until the door swung open to reveal a guy...

That was definetly not Steve.

And was so shirtless it was ridiculous.

The man was laughing at something until his head snapped outside, taking in the four persons that looked more or less threatening.

"Uh..." he had time to say before Natasha had him pinned against the wall, one hand pressing on his ridiculous chest and the other swinging a pocket knife in the air. It took Hot Shirtless Guy a moment before he reacted, slapping her hands away and taking the knife from her with gracious movements and force. Both Clint and Sam were ready to step in when a voice boomed from the little opening that went to the livingroom.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"

And all five of them snapped their heads towards the source of the voice finding Steve Rogers wearing just a pair of black boxer briefs and the ever loving Captain-America-is-dissapointed-in-you-son look on his face. Hot Shirtless Guy released Natasha and took two steps back. Natasha glared at him, muttering something in Russian and making HSG laugh before he answered her in Russian as well. Natasha glared harder.

"She attacked me first, I was barely protecting my fragile masculinity."

Steve sighed, shaking his head in exassperation. Tony decided that it was a good moment to step in and with a smirk thrown in America's favorite hero direction he said:

"Busy?"

"Not anymore, no." Steve replied, letting out another sigh. "Come in and close the door before someone calls the police. Shoes off and make yourselves confortable in the living room while I go and put on some clothes."

He gestured for HSG to follow him and they took the steps to go upstairs.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, slightly in shock and took off his shoes making Natasha, Clint and Tony follow his example. Steve's livingroom was nice. The walls were colourfull, like the painter was sick of painting and just splashed some color onto the walls, whereas the floor was made of dark wood with a fluffy white carpet in the middle.

There was a shelf full of books and paintings on the walls and a really confortable-looking couch with decorative pillows and a coffee table made of glass. Sam couldn't ignore the huge TV that was suspended on the wall facing the couch, he guessed that it was a gift from Tony. An old-looking movie was on pause and Sam threw a look around the impressive kitchen, finding it as clean as the living room and possibly the rest of the house.

Tony did make himself confortable on the couch, with his feet on the table and arms crossed behind his head. He was so distracted by the man's ridiculous socks that he didn't hear footstep coming towards the room until Steve hasn't spoken up.

"Tony, take your fucking feet off my table."

Tony whined but complained to the Captain's wish. Now properly dressed Sam could take a look at Steve and the Hot Shirtless Guy.

First, he noticed that Steve didn't look tired or sick or anything in between at all. If only he was glowing and radiating a fuzzy feeling that made Sam feel awkward. Second, he had a nice, perfectly trimmed beard that was making him look even more handsome. Third, Hot Shirtless Guy was wearing now a shirt, so he was just Hot Guy, and he had his shoulder length brown hair pulled back in a messy bun.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you guys doing here?" Steve asked, sitting down on the arm of the couch, next to Hot Guy and leaning a little on him for support.

"How about going MIA for two weeks?" Clint asked, bemused, sitting on the countertop that separated the kitchen from the livingroom. "You gave us quite the fright, Captain."

"Uh..."

"And you didn't answer any of my calls. I thought something happened." Sam continued.

"Like aliens or robots or fucking HYDRA again." Natasha finished, glaring only a little at Steve.

"Uh..."

"Wait, wait, wait...aren't we going to ask about the Hot Guy that opened the door for us and took down a Soviet assassin?" Tony asked, looking between them. "Cause I'm curious about that."

Natasha snarled something at him in Russian to which Hot Guy replied with a hiss of his own.

"Quit fucking around in Russian, it's annoying." Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"I said that I was surprised just a little that a civilian could fight and he informed me that he's not a civilian." Natasha translated, sorta looking bored and unimpressed.

"Well, Steve are you going to introduce your best friends?" Tony pressed, smiling sweetly at the Captain who sighed for the third time.

"Bucky these are Tony, Natasha, Sam and Clint. Uh, guys, this is Sergeant James Barnes."

"Nice to meet you." Hot Guy, Bucky. No, James Barnes. Sergeant James Barnes? said, throwing a little smirk in Natasha's direction, like a challenge.

"So is your name Sergeant, James or Bucky?" Tony asked, just to humour them and James let out a light chuckle. He had a great laugh.

"James is my name, but I go by Bucky which is just a nickname."

"Really suitable for a grown-up." Clint muttered, but Bucky heard him and was fully laughing now.

"I know, my mother keeps telling me that." he said, throwing a wink in Clint's direction who fucking blushed like a schoolgirl.

"I like him, he's fun. We're keeping him. Capsicle, back to you, do you have anything to say to us?" Stark asked, crossing his arms on his chest and looking at Steve expectandly.

"Uh, sorry, I was busy?"

"Doing what?" Natasha questioned.

Steve blushed a little, cocking his head to the side, towards Bucky.

"Him."

Bucky snorted out a laugh, leaning back on the couch and slapping a hand on Steve's tigh. Sorta like a possessive move. Steve blushed a bit harder, but didn't do anything to move his hand.

"Wait, oh my God, what is going on here? What am I missing?" Tony asked, while everyone kept silent.

"What are you missing, Tony?" Steve snapped, standing up and crossing his arms over his ridiculous broad chest. "You asked what I was doing, I said I was doing him. Should have been me who's not updated with the stupid slang nowadays."

"Like, doing doing? Netflix and chill doing? Yahoo screen and Flick the bean? Stream it and cream it? Amazon prime and sexy time? IMAX and climax?"

"Tony, stop it." Steve snapped again while Clint and Bucky were laughing their asses off.

"Pirate Bay and Ass play?"

"Oh my God."

"Sorry, that was the last one."

"Thank Lord, but to answer your questions, yeah...all of the above."

Long awkward silence again.

"You are so going to give all the juicy details later, Rogers." Tony whispered, more to himself.

"No, I won't."

"Uh... I should probably get going." Bucky said, slightly uncomfortable by the situation. Sam suddenly felt bad for the guy. And for Steve. They clearly interrupted some...boning time. Ha! Get it? 'Cause they both could have boners at one time. Man, Sam was cringe-worthy.

"No!" Steve shouted. "You stay, they go. Thank you guys, for checking up on me and I'll surely get in touch with you sometimes this week." Natasha opened her mouth to say something, but Steve interrupted her. "And yes, Tasha, I'll be coming to the next tactical meeting, let me know when is it. I'll try to not miss any other jog session, Sam."

"You better!" Sam warned, slipping on his shoes.

"Aw, shucks, we're leaving?" Clint muttered dissapointed.

"Capsicle is throwing us out, Legolas."

"Nice house you got here, Steve."

"Thank you, Clint. We'll schedule a movie night or something. Soon."

"You better. I'll text you about the meeting, but first I gotta do something." Natasha said, smiling up at him and giving him a brief, unexpected hug.

"Please don't tell me that you're going to check Bucky."

"Your fault that you gave us his full name." Natasha said simply, shrugging her shoulders.

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes, shooing them out and making sure that the door was closed behind them. He didn't need anymore surprised.

Bucky was in the livingroom, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed behind his chest, his T-shirt resting abandoned somewhere on the floor. Steve smiled at him and Bucky raised his eyebrows.

"Where were we?" Steve asked, voice thick with lust and desire for the young man in his house.

"I think you were about to blow me...but I can't remember properly, mind reminding me about it?"

"Gladly." Steve replied, moving to join Bucky on the couch.