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[Pair: Steve & Peter( can be inside or outside the marvel USM fandom) or Bucky and Peter. Prompt: Peter and the other are stuck in a room by a villain. They can't get out. One will only be set free if the other is dead.] So this is my ask, I know this is a rare pairing but I hope you can write this and obviously they both end up making it out alive. You can have them be either already be in an established relationship or end somewhat romantically. Thank you for reading this prompt (:

I kinda wanted to write a little (one sided) stucky and went a bit off script. Yay spideyshield! This is the first time I've written this ship, it turned out a little on the campy side lol.

Not set in any particular universe. Peter is ~20/21, Cap and Bucky are mid-late 30's. Heads up in case age difference is a squick for you.

~3.5k. Rated PG

Well, Peter thought, here we go again. The last thing he remembered upon opening his eyes was a bright light followed by a sharp pain on the back of his neck. He blinked up at dim lights shining in through metal bars.

Well, that sucked. Captured and captive and no one knew he was missing.

Because, who would miss Spider-Man out on the streets? If anything, people would be happy. And his fellow avengers? Well, if they noticed they wouldn't think too much of it.

Between college, and visiting Aunt May in the hospital… he had let his duties to the team slip. Which was exactly what they said would happen… why they didn't want someone as young as him to join the team.

The back of his head ached, but his arms wouldn't move. He turned his head to look behind him, to see what was binding his arms, but the movement sent a sharp pain coursing through him. The injury wasn't severe, the pain must be lingering from being knocked out. He sure hoped he didn't have a concussion.

"Easy there, soldier."

Peter's eyes snapped up, away from the bars. Captain America. Steve Rodgers. The only reason the Avengers let him on the team- the one who stood up for him when no one else would.

He tried to respond, but found his mouth was gagged. The material was rough, and it tasted awful. He pushed at the gag with his tongue, but it wouldn't budge. Another glance to Cap revealed a similar cloth hanging loose around his neck.

Well, at least one of them could talk.

Peter tried to sit up to his knees; the fog was starting to clear from his mind and they needed to work on an escape. He couldn't choke on this mission, couldn't be any less than his best- not with his idol counting on him.

The binds on his wrists, cold and heavy, prevented him from moving closer to Cap. He pulled, but was met with resistance each time.

"Easy. Its attached to the wall." He moved to the side, giving Peter a glimpse of the metal chain leading from the wall to his wrists.

Cap still had some room to move maybe…

"Here. Lean forward as far as you can." Cap moved to the edge of his range while Peter complied. "It will be easier if we can both talk."

Peter nodded, leaning forward. Wait- how was Cap going to- OH.

Cap's hot breath ghosted over his face. Peter stared unblinking as Captain America used his mouth to pull at the cloth over his lips.

You know that celebrity crush, the one you always go back to? Your first real 'omg I love this person' celebrity crush? Captain America was Peter's. And even almost a decade later, Peter still got weak in the knees for his hero. It only grew as he got to know the man behind the shield.

Peter swallowed as Cap worked at the cloth. He could barely reach it, making his movements jagged. He slowed, trying to get a better grip with his teeth.

It took Peter back to when he was 15 and would fall asleep staring at the vintage style Captain America poster on his wall. Or when he turned 18 and and his boyfriend at the time dressed up as a birthday present….

Cap's top lip slid over his, never breaking eye contact. Peter hoped he wasn't betraying himself, that would be embarrassing.

Finally- Finally!- the cloth fell over his chin and he was free of the binding. He darted his tongue over his dry lips, not missing the way Cap's eyes followed the movement.

Cap looked at the blank walls of the cell. "Why are you looking at me like that? I- I know you said you weren't looking for more. But if there's a chance…and now is not the best time, but-"

The sound of metal scraping on metal cut off whatever Cap was about to say. While they waited for another noise, anything to indicate who they were up against, Peter racked his brain. What was Cap referring to? More what? Responsibility? He didn't remember talking about it. How had he been looking at Cap? Oh shit.

The metallic scraping came again, then a screen on the far end of the room lit up. The screen was outside of the cell they were in, but Peter still noted where the external wires were just in case they got a chance to use them.

A face phased into view, manic grin spread across his familiar face. "Welcome. Welcome." He cackled.

"Arcade?" Captain America raised an eyebrow. "Did we really get captured by Arcade? Again?"

"Oh, but this was a team effort!" He frowned at something off camera. "Not quite my style, but we each got to design a room. A shame you have to do the simple one."

Peter did not like the sound of that. Arcade was bad by himself, his partner was a wild card. And who else was stuck in the 'game'?

"Simple. Simple. Only one of you gets to move on. It's your choice who lives - but be good sporting soldiers and fight it out. Simple doesn't need to mean boring~" He cackled again before cutting the feed.

Okay, that was some messed up Saw shit. Peter looked back to Cap, who was still leaning close. He licked his dry lips again, wishing he had the courage to close the small distance and just get the kiss he'd fantasized about since before he was bitten by the spider.

He shook his head. Now was not the time. How were they supposed to fight (escape) if they were shackled to the walls?

The metal braces around their wrists released, answering his question. They fell to the ground with a clang.

"Buck…" Cap's lips drifted closer.

Peter leaned back, panicked. No way no way. He was dreaming, or his mind was still foggy from being knocked out. No way Captain freaking America had been about to kiss him.

"Cap?" His voice sounded strange to his ears, deeper, raspier.

Cap's face fell- not that he had been smiling rainbows. "Can't even call me Steve now?"

What? Peter never, ever, not in a million jillion years, would think about calling Captain America by his given name. There had to be more going on. His head still hurt- maybe Cap had been whacked too?

Captain America stood, rubbing at his wrists. "Suppose we should find a way out then." He grabbed the bars, then immediately let go. "Electrified."

Peter winced sympathetically. "Roof?" His voice still bothered him. He sure hoped he wasn't getting sick. While Cap stared at the roof of the cell, Peter used his newly available arm movement to rub the sore spot at the back of his head. There was no bump, and he didn't feel any blood. Good news for once.

He pulled his hands around, rubbing at his sore wrist. Odd, his hand felt– holy shit! Peter scuttled back, holding his arm out in front of him.

His metal arm.

Oh-shit. Peter pulled the arm back towards him, catching his reflection on the metal.

Well.

Okay then.

Certainly explained a lot.

Reflected back at him was another face. An older, scruffier face.

Peter sighed. After the third time of body swapping, he was almost numb to the whole thing. So, that narrowed down the list of Arcade's possible 'partner'.

"Bucky, you okay?" Cap looked over his shoulder to Peter.

"Um." Peter snapped his mouth shut. Okay, maybe he wasn't as numb to the whole body-swap gig as he'd like to think.

Cap walked back to him, kneeling in front of Peter. "We can wait it out. Eventually he'll try to force us to fight…" He looked away. "Look, I just- I want more."

"Cap…" Peter had never seen his idol look so… human. Insecure. And he knew it was not over their current situation. He hadn't known Cap and Bucky were even dating. Who broke up with Captain-freaking-America?

"Right. Forgot we're not using first names anymore." He shook his head. "I guess you'll find someone better, huh?"

Forgetting he wasn't exactly himself, Peter reached out, pulling Cap to him and wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders. "There is no one better than you. You hear me? Don't let some asshole make you feel like anything less."

"Bucky?" Cap's voice was strained.

"Oh, shit." Peter pushed Cap away. "No. Body swap. Probably Arcade's partner. Hopefully they're still here when we break out. I really don't want to go on a search after this."

Cap blinked, then schooled his features. "Okay. Good to know. Let's work on a way out of here."

Peter nodded, not meeting Cap's eyes. "I'll take, uh, over here."

They worked in silence for a few minutes, examining, punching, pulling, but nothing gave. Only one side of their cell had bars, the others were solid concrete. It was hopeless. Nothing gave, even with their full force.

Cap paused, turning to Peter. "So, uh, who…?"

Peter looked across the cell to Cap. "Uh. Spidey."

Cap's eyebrows rose, but he didn't say anything for a bit. Eventually their examination of the room came to an end. Peter let himself fall down the wall, folding his knees under him. Cap sat down beside him, his legs stretched in front of him.

"Do we fake a fight then jump Arcade when he checks?"

Cap shook his head. "No, there's something else going on here." He rolled his shoulder. "Sorry. About, uh, earlier."

Earlier? Oh, the almost… kiss. Peter's cheeks heated as he stammered out, "Don't uh, worry 'bout it."

Cap looked up at the ceiling. "Did you mean what you said?"

Peter closed his eyes. How did he answer that?

"Sorry, kid. That was out of line."

"It's fine, Cap. And I'm not a kid."

"Steve." Captain America knocked his shoulder against Peter. "I guess you're not a kid anymore, huh"

"I was 18 when-" Peter sighed. "When I joined."

Cap raised an eyebrow. "Age has nothing to do with it. Stark is still a kid."

Peter chuckled. This is what he'd wanted since joining. To be treated as an equal. To be in.

"So. Uh." Peter cursed himself for not being able to let silence go on. "You and Bucky?"

Captain America looked away. "Yes. And, also, no." He stared out the cell, at the blank tv.

"Sorry." It was a lame response, and Peter cringed as the words left his lips. But, silence was unsettling.

Wait. It wasn't quiet. What was that faint tapping?

"Don't be sorry. Bucky and I have been friends forever. I knew what I was signing up for. I guess I hoped he would change." Cap paused, looking at Peter. "It is weird seeing you look at me like that. I can almost forget you're not really Bucky."

Peter strained his ears, the tapping stopped. "Sorry, I'll stop. What am I doing?"

Cap chuckled. "Looking at me like I matter. Ki-Spidey, you're young. Promise me you'll never settle for someone who doesn't love you."

Peter sighed. "Too late. But hey, you can still be friends with Bucky. You're great friends."

"Yea. It was the 'with benefits' part that screwed me." Cap ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, you don't need to hear this."

"I don't mind." Peter scooted around so he was facing Cap. "I never got closure. My jackass ex flew out to space after we broke up." He shrugged, "Pretend I'm actually Bucky."

"Spider-Man, I appreciate it, but there's no closure to be had. It was purely physical, at least for him. And when I wanted more he turned me down." He chuckled, wiping a hand over his face. "We were in the middle of the argument when we were attacked."

Peter leaned sideways against the wall. "Don't let him make you feel like you're not worthy. You're a catch, Captain."

Cap stood up, stretching. "Well, my dating skills are a little rusty."

"Who could say no to you? Err, bad choice of words."

Cap patted his shoulder. "Thanks for trying. I'm just an old soldier, dating shouldn't even be on my mind."

"Okay, first, you're not old. Stark has - never mind, bad example. You're not too old to find someone. You deserve to be happy."

Cap tore his eyes away, his cheeks heated. "Right. Okay. Lets try and kick out that corner. It looks to be the weakest.

It wasn't weak. Maybe only one of them really would get out. They laid down, napping in shifts. It wouldn't do to be exhausted.

Cap had just pulled his arm under his head when he jumped up, "Did you hear that?"

Yea, he heard it. Peter pulled himself up from where he was leaning against the wall. Man, Bucky's joints were shot. Was this what he was going to feel like in another decade?

There was a loud explosion on the far side of the room, the wall behind the tv exploded into the room. Peter watched his body swing into the room, precariously holding onto a strand of webbing. He sure hoped that was Bucky- he didn't want to deal with multiple head switching.

Cap smiled at the newcomers. "Guess our cavalry has arrived."

"Arcade ran off- but Spid-errrr-soldier got Mesmero webbed up." Hawkeye motioned behind him to where Hulk was walking through the hole in the wall with the mind swapping villain over his shoulder.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't need to fight Cap to the death. Huh, he wondered who would really win that- bad thoughts. Together, they made quick work of the remaining traps and called in a wrecking crew to take care of the rest.

Convincing Mesmero to unswap their noodles was a chore- but it could have been worse. It could have been Loki. Just the thought of that sleazy villain having control of his body sent a shiver down Peter's spine.

"Spidey, I'm never complaining about your cheerful banter again. This guy's a real Debbie Downer." Hawkeye winked at Peter.

After their minds were back in the right bodies, they made their way back to the tower. Clint regaled them with the story of their "game", and who knew what Hulk went through.

The words to their stories washed over him, but Peter didn't hear them. Because Cap hadn't looked at him once since he was back in his own body.

One almost kiss was all he would have. And somehow, nothing would have been better.

Two weeks past.

Rather slowly if Peter said so. As soon as they returned from Arcade's imprisonment, the Avengers set to hunting the escaped villain down. By the time they found him, Arcade was half the world away.

Of course, with his school schedule, Peter couldn't go with the away team to hunt the psycho down. It was the staying home, not being part of the action, that had him so down.

It totally had nothing to do with Cap and Bucky being the away team. Together. Alone.

He wasn't jealous. Not at all. There was no reason for him to be. Cap had only looked at him like that, had only held him like that, because he thought he was Bucky.

Peter tossed his notebook, sending it sliding down the table.

Tony walked over and leafed through his notes. "What's wrong kid?"

The doors behind Peter slid open. "Not a kid."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Bucky."

Peter turned towards the doors in time to see Cap come through the doors. Tony walked over to greet them.

Bucky stared Tony down until the genius looked to Cap. "Welcome back boys."

Peter nodded at them, then held his hand towards Tony, silently asking for his notebook back. Bucky sticking up for him was new, but stranger things happened.

Wait. Did he he brain whammied again?

"Soooo," Tony clapped his hands, "Report?"

Peter snorted. He turned around in his chair, "Since when do you care about reports?"

Cap eyed Tony with a smirk, "You want his toys."

Tony bounced, "Yes. Pleaseeeee."

Cap laughed and clapped him on the back. "Come on." He pulled Tony out of the room.

Peter noted how he didn't glance his way. Not once. Even less than would have before. Bucky looked over to him once more before leaving as well.

Nothing he could do about it. Peter sighed and dropped his pen again. His school work could wait, he was already a few classes ahead anyway.

The doors swished open again. "Hey."

Peter turned. "Uh, hey Cap?"

Cap looked away. "Steve. Please." He finally met Peter's eyes.

Peter blinked, Ca-Steve's gaze was intense. Yet, insecure. He flashed back to their brief time in Arcade's prison.

Steve looked behind him, down the hall, before crossing over to sit next to Peter at the table. "Peter, I -uh…" He grabbed Peter's pen and twirled it. "I've been thinking about what you said. Back in the whole fight to the death debacle."

Okay. Steve Rodgers thought about him. About what he said. What he said while he looked like Bucky.

"I wouldn't mind hearing it in your voice." He looked up to Peter, his eyes twinkling with hope.

Peter's mouth wouldn't form any words. What the what now?

Steve's smile faulted. "I'm sorry. I misread this, didn't I?"

"Wait." Peter turned in his chair. "Yoooouuuu want me to tell you there is no one better than you? That you shouldn't let some asshole make you feel like anything less?"

Peter paused. "You're a catch, and you deserve to be happy.

"Yes," Steve breathed. "Do you really mean that?"

Peter stared at his notebook. "Well, yea. You're Captain America."

Steve's face fell again. "Right." He sat the pen back on the table. "The hero."

Of course, what else- oh. "And you. The person in the mask makes the hero. What do you want me to say? Because I'm lost and-" He ran a hand through his hair. "-and I don't know what the hell is going on."

Steve reached out, covering Peter's hand with his. "Would it be too forward to ask you to dinner?"

Dinner. With Captain America. Steve Rodgers. "L-like a date?"

"Only if you want!"

"Yyes. Of course." Peter smiled. A date with Steve Rodgers. "But what about Bucky?"

Steve frowned, "I'm sure you've dated other people. Any of them I should watch out for?"

Peter laughed, "M.J. will give you a stern lecture when she finds out." Not to mention Sam was going to flip his space lid when he finds out Peter was dating the guy he dressed up as. Oooo boy. Steve could never know about that. Not for like twenty years- and holy shit they hadn't even been on their first date yet, he needed to slow down.

Steve squeezed his hand. "I'll welcome the lecture." He leaned in, "Is this okay?"

Peter nodded, leaning in. He led Steve close the remaining centimeters, each millisecond spanning hours. Until finally their lips met, briefly as it may have been, and so much better, so much sweeter, than anything Peter ever imagined.

"Wow." Steve dropped his forehead to Peter's. "This… Peter, I'm not- this isn't something I -"

"We'll figure it out. Slowly." Peter was impressed with himself, he still had some brain function after that kiss. "You, uh, you don't care that I'm younger than you?" By a lot, he added to himself.

"If you don't care that I'm older. And from another time."

Peter shook his head. It wasn't like it was a new concept. Sure, they would have some stares, but he was willing to give this a shot. Him, Peter Parker, on a date with Steve Rodgers. Not Spider-Man and Captain America, but the men behind the masks.

"Tomorrow? Meet me here at 6?"

Peter nodded, not bothering to hide his elated smile. "It's a date."

Steve leaned in again, and just the quick peck of his lips made Peter's knees weak. "It's a date."

Thank you for reading!

I was watching criminal minds when I got this prompt– and the episode was about three girls who were put into a bunker and told only two of them would make it out and they had to kill one of them before they all died. So, lil spooky since I was home alone.