Bucky's POV:

She feels so small and frail. She isn't small, she is voluptuous, sensual, and curvy in all the right places. I close my eyes, letting my nose bury in her hair. It doesn't smell good right now. I don't care, but it reminds me she never got that shower. My fault. She had a fight in an alley, was beaten, I threw her out of a truck, picked a fight with her, then seduced her when she tried to apologize and then got into another fight with Hydra. Yeah, I don't regret distracting her, but I do lean back before the smell of the dried blood in her hair makes me angry. I look down at the cut in her side and it looks strangely healed. I forgot how long things take for regular people but that is way faster than normal. I meet Steve's eyes in the rearview mirror. "We should change vehicles."

"Yeah." Steve answered, glancing back at the sleeping beauty in my arms. "I didn't see the Captain guy again."

"No" I answered, letting the arm move across her exposed leg. "He wasn't there." My metal hand feels a little. Not so much in a traditional way. It has sensors and it sends things into my residual limb and shoulder, mostly temperature. The things always feels fucking cold. But when I watch the metal fingers move, it feels like my hand sometimes. I can't really feel the skin of her thigh as I pet it with my metal fingers, but I kinda can. I know it is there, feel pressure and resistance and I know it is warm. It doesn't make too much sense really, but if I just look, and I watch myself touch her and I try to believe I can feel it, then I kinda can kinda feel more, my brain seems to just make it up and fill in the gaps. "The sniper was aiming to incapacitate. I think I could feel his intentions. I think they are still looking to take prisoners."

Steve pulls off into a dark parking lot of a big box store. Cutting the engine and turning in his seat to look at me. "From what she's done….connecting to you before this. Did you have any idea she could do that?"

"No." I say shaking my head as Steve looks down at her sleeping form. Stunned silent. "She's your tag along, You didn't know?"

I watch the blonde shake his head and his eyebrow arch. "No. Her files say that she can locate people with a piece of their history." his face scrunches cutely as he thinks. "It also mentioned Emotional Transference. Wanda told me it was making people feel what she is feeling. Something like that."

I nod "She did that in the van." He looks at her, that big brain of his turning over a plan. "Dumped a bunch of fear out like a bucket a tar and stuck the Hydra guy in place. He couldn't move." I stroke her thigh again, idolly warming the metal of my fingers. "She gonna be okay?"

"Yeah. When we went to the woods, stumbled across the aftermath of your Hydra fight by the campfire, she did the same thing. Went kinda full throttle like that for a while there then passed out. She was out for almost a whole day. She ate and had to rest again." Steve started grabbing some of the things from the front seat and stuffing them into bags while hunting for a shirt.

"No wonder I saw her in my head so much. This girl is always sleeping." My comment makes Steve laugh.

"I don't think she has done this very often. Not for the Avengers much before at least. There were only three mission files, all of them small." He finds a shirt. It is actually mine, a little tight but it fits him fine, He doesn't need the long sleeves but he doesn't hesitate when he realizes it isn't his. I can remember when he was so small and skinny, that feels like forever ago. I couldn't remember it nearly at all few months ago though. Then this girl starts poking around in my head and I remember the most amazing man I had ever known. "I thought maybe her previous missions were confidential. I don't think she has any. She was just an analyst."

I snort softly. "You mean she's a desk jockey?"

Steve nods in reply looking back with concern and disbelief. He shakes it off a little. Eyes traveling to the blood still spattered across me. "You okay?" He asks, genuine concern as he looks up at my eyes.

I smile at him. "I'm fine. The bloods not mine." He nods, looking a little relieved.

"I'm gonna get a car, and let's get outta here and get some rest." I nod.

"Good plan." I whisper going back to petting her soothing warm skin with cold metal. Terror finds its way into the pit of my stomach. They don't even know what she can do and they want to make her into a weapon. A weapon like me. They are gonna erase her. Everything bright about her is gonna snap apart and absolutely disappears. I remember the second time I was in her mind. Her mind had been altered from the fight and kidnapping. Everything was boarded up, but more than that there were things broken and smashed. Hydra took years of torture to rip my mind from me. I was a trained soldier before they took me. I was at war and I knew what I was in for. Well...no not really. But I killed people. I saw and felt her horror when that man died. I feel possessive, sad, I can't let Hydra take her, because they will break her. They will kill her. If she is lucky, they will kill her body too. If she isn't lucky. She'll end up like me. I gently pull myself away from her. Uncoiling and setting her on the seat to sleep. I feel my stomach churn a little at the dried blood on my chest. Murder literally sticks to a monster like me.

She may bring me peace but I should really try not to hold on so tight. Steve will take care of her. Maybe if I am lucky she will still visit my dreams, but there is no world where this sweet woman ends up with me. A crush on the golden boy Captain America for years and the way he went from super soldier to sixteen year old boy last night, he was fucking over the moon. I slide away, digging out the bags from the back of the van to transfer them. I can't let Hydra get her. I'm not her responsibility either. I route through a bag and grab some wipes from earlier. I rub at my sides and chest, struggling not to be desperate as I claw the blood off my chest. I feel my heart speed up, guilt, shame and pain return to the well inside my chest and I shove them down and scrub the dried blood off me turning my skin red and raw with the force of it. I feel her touching me. I glance over. She is asleep. Somehow I feel her anyway. Like warm wet honey settling over the pain in me and easing it. She isn't just covering it or shoving it away. She is containing it and pulling it off me. I breathe and struggle not to get angry. She's unconscious, she doesn't even know she is doing it for fucks sake. I feel a little hollow from her scooping out my self-hatred and ditching the sludge. I pull my shirt on and lean back over her, delicately pulling the dog tags out from under her shirt and setting it on top of her sternum this time on the outside of her shirt. I don't need her to see who I really am.

I am only slightly disappointed that the feeling fades. I breathe slowly. I know it is her power...her magic, and she's doing it to me, but somehow it felt like such a special and intimate connection. It feels...less… knowing it is from an object and not from her being near me or even how much she cared about me. It isn't less of course. It is just how things are. But it isn't some profound thing between us. It's her profound thing. She can share it with anyone she chooses and she is only even sharing it with me because of her crush on Steve.

I am thankful for the lack of panic inside me anymore though. I feel less heavy like I have just a little bit of distance from the horror of holding a man as he was murdered, so close to every time I held men down to murder them. I breathe out, long and slow, opening the door at the quiet crunch of an SUV on asphalt roll next to the van. I hop out speaking quietly enough that I know only the other super soldier was going to hear me. "Want me to change out the plates?"

"Already done," Steve answers, stepping into my space unexpectedly. "Hey." he whispers, voice like low honey. I feel my body respond to him. Eyes downcast knowing this isn't the time, but his body has always felt like it called me to respond, even before the serum. He tilts my chin up, warm fingers sliding across the stubble of my chin with a rustle before wrapping around my jaw and sinking into my hair. "I'm not gonna let them take you back" Steve's words punch straight into me, like the super soldier just dropped kicked my heart. I breathe a little. "You aren't theirs to take Buck. You hear me?" I glance up at him, feeling my doubt and pain build inside me, but I nod.

When his lips meet mine he is so wonderfully gentle. Earlier tonight felt like hunger and desperation, but right now, in the quiet dark, with the Dreamgirl not watching I feel the focus of Steve on me and it is a sweet and caring delicate piece of the man I remember that it makes my chest swell. The move of his skin on mine is so familiar and so welcome I am completely lost in him. His lips slide off mine easily, letting me breathe again, feeling his hands stroke across my chest pulling me into his arms. I feel his head rest against me and I buried my face into the shoulder. His hand is soft and I can feel his heat through my thin shirt. I press my nose deeply into his neck and breathe in the scent of him. There is the smell of gunfire and sweat but it still smells like Steve. "They want her now...and they shot to capture you too"

"Then we protect each other." He answers, sliding back a little to cradle my face. "I missed you so much." I feel myself blush and flush a little as well.

"Me too," I tell him. I don't want to know what to say. I didn't really miss him because I didn't remember him. But it is true that I have missed him, wanted him, dreamed of him, since the moment I remembered him. I kiss him once more, short and sweet before pulling away. We have to get moving.

Steve steps back and leans back into the van to scoop Y/N up. I watch him touch her gently and feel a soft happy sense ripple in the air. I wonder if that is the little zing of emotion I get from her sometimes, or if that is really me. I like seeing him touch her, weirdly not jealous in the way one might expect. I watch Steve smile as and he must feel it too. She is still wearing his t-shirt. I grab our bags and weapons that had been left in the car, and a small bag with just a few snacks still and some water. We'll stop for more later. I toss the things in the passenger seat and slide into the driver's seat. Steve doesn't have a choice but to get into the back with her, and I think that is for the best.

Steve leans back, relaxing a little into the seat and looking out the window to think. As I start the car again and we pull away. "How do you think they found us?"

I shrug. "Sam gave you the Cabin. He might not have known it wasn't clean. Maybe it is a former Shield Base that Hydra already knew about"

Steve shifts a little. "Maybe, but I don't think so. I think he just found a location that was empty. I don't even think it was connected to the Avengers or what is left of Shield."

That concerns me. Maybe we missed a scout from the van fight? It wasn't fast enough that they had tailed us right away and Y/N had seen that there was no one there when we arrived. Now knowing what she can sees when she is looking I have full confidence in that assessment even if I was doubtful at first.

"Where did he say he got it?" Mumbles a sleepy voice. I know it shouldn't think of it but my mind immediately goes to her tousled in bed after sex, insisting on more sleep before food. I gulp and push the image out of my mind. Driving, discussion, and sex fantasy is too many things for me to put my focus on at once to be honest.

She wipes her tired face and I glance at the clock. She hadn't been out too long. I reach over to the passenger seat digging around for some snacks, still mostly just apples and bananas. I take an apple for my own growling stomach and pass the bag back, I know Y/N will be hungry if Steve is correct, and even if not, at least Steve and I had gotten some Lasagna before we were attacked.

"Oh yes. Thank you." Comes Y/N's delighted voice. I smile a little at how her voice lights up when she grabs a banana out of the bag. Steve also biting into an apple before returning the bag to the front seat within my reach.

I listen to their musings. Their conversation is serious, but Steve obviously admires our Dreamgirl's tactical mind. He hands over the temporary phone he acquired and I glance in the rearview mirror to see her speedily scrolling munching with a quirk to her mouth and scrunch to her noise. "It was a public rental, listed as unrented. Did he book it? That doesn't seem like a move he would do…"

She bends over into the front seat and I smile as she brushes against my arm. I could move and give her more space but I prefer the feel of her warmth against me, so I keep the car steady and enjoy it. She routes through a bit, finding a small backpack that must be hers. I glance back at Steve, he is staring directly at her ass in his face, shifting uncomfortably. Oh Yeah, she isn't wearing pants and that must be what she is looking for.

"How long have we been driving?" She asks, settling back with her newly found pair of thin leggings.

Steve tears his eyes away from her hips to look at the dash and do some math. "several hours" he coughs, clearing his throat a little.

She looks out the window and back at the device. "We should stop." Steve quirks an eyebrow up at her and prompts her to continue.

"We should switch so Bucky can sleep." She touches the screen a few times, continuing with her mouth full. "Also, there is a truck stop ahead. We can take showers and get some clean clothes and food with cash without looking suspicious." She runs her hands over her face breathing deep.

I meet Steve's eyes in the mirror, waiting for his nod. She felt pretty on the nose but I still feel the urge to confirm with the op leader. It is almost a pavlovian response. He is looking down at her phone. "How close is the stop?"

"We can take the next exit or there is another one in 10 miles." She answers, a little cheerful like a salesman.

He nods listening to her pitch. "Corporate chain, lots of places, not very predictable…" He nods. "Buck- take us off at the next exit." He leans back thinking.

I pull off and park the car. I dig out a long sleeve shirt to pull over my arm, I tuck on a hat but I can't find a glove. Pocket it is I guess. I don't have a change of clean clothes, neither does Y/N but Steve still has some items in his bag. He heads to the shower with a hat and sunglasses on and me and the Dreamgirl go in to grab some clothes. I pull my hat down with my flesh hand to cover my eyes and I am careful not to look up. These places all have cameras and it is unlikely the feed goes anywhere but Hyrda has been disturbing thoroughly as of late.

Y/N only has a pair of sunglasses so she grabs herself a hat and as she wanders into the clothes casually. I move slowly, following her and letting her easy grace fill my space. She grabs a generic shirt and pants for herself, a hat, and a package of hair ties. I route through the short sleeve shirts one-handed. "Feeling indecisive?" She asks quietly.

I shake my head and tap my metal arm against my leg. "Think I need to dress for a little warmer weather. Maybe long sleeves?" I suggest quietly.

Her sweet eyes glance around nodding. "Maybe even some gloves.."

"Good idea." I avoid using her name, but somehow also her pet name, I like it and it feels like her to me. I don't want other people to hear it.

She leads me to the other end of the aisle, picking out a long-sleeve T-shirt, two short sleeve shirts, and a long sleeve flannel. It's odd. I suddenly realize she has noticed I like to layer my shirts, even when it is warm. She steps over to the pants, searching for something before finally grabbing a pair and then eyeing me up for another pair. She doesn't hand me things to carry, instead, she finds the largest pair of gloves she can and adds them to the stack of clothes.

She glances at me to stay and I keep my eyes carefully curious as she goes to the register and to pay. I watch her casually plucking a pair of sunglasses off the kiosk as she does, they are big on her, but I suspect they are there for me as she adds them and the hat she put on her head when she walks in onto the pile. She pays and returns to me, leading me back to the restrooms instead of out the door.

I follow after her as she turns to the area marked showers and seems to hesitate. I feel the soft brush of her power against me, but only because I know what to look for, it is quiet and subtle, and I wonder if other's even feel it or if I do because of the dogtags around her neck. One of the shower doors clicks and opens, and She leads me into the room. I glance up looking for cameras but there aren't any here, and I lock the door behind us.

Steve is already wet, towel wrapped around his middle. "Something wrong?" he asks, he looks a little surprised to see us. The room is plenty large enough for the three of us, but he is closer to her than necessary. I expected a little hole in the wall honestly but it's a nicely tiled room, a small bench has folded towels next to a sink and a toilet with a bar next to it, opening to a large tiled shower with a metal bar all around, a seat and plenty of room. Everything looks very clean and well maintained which does surprise me a little. I realize as a public facility there must be enough room for a wheelchair, and the advantage being plenty of room for two super soldiers and a small woman in the tiled shower area.

"No" She answers easily, "Just thought we could shower together." She sets down the bags to the side and toes off her shoes, pulling her shirt forward. When the dogtags hit her skin I feel the nervousness that Steve must have felt earlier. It is intense and troublesome.

"Wait...wait." I slide into her space, stopping the motion of taking off her shirt. "Something feels very off. You feel afraid?" I'm so much more direct than Steve generally, but also his gentle question had failed, so I am not gonna let her be scared and naked in a shower with us. She looks up to meet my eyes with a scared look as she bites her lip. "We are gonna protect you, Dreamgirl" I gently move a piece of hair out of her face. "Just to be absolutely clear here. You don't owe us anything. You don't have to shower with us if you don't want to. You don't have to do anything. We will protect you, this isn't a condition or anything..."

I feel her tension break a little and ripple across the room with a mixture of something odd. "No" she whispers "I'm not nervous about showering with you two." I feel a wave of humor and lust then from her and I am relieved that I read her nervousness wrong. I feel that also a sense of honesty, a good thing too, Steve's a sucker for shower sex and he looks visibly relieved that this might happen. He is also a very caring man and isn't gonna jump into that without an answer to his question.

"Then what are you nervous about?" Steve asks, closing in the space again stepping up behind her. Letting the hot length of his body warm her up and support her as she looks up at me.

"Hydra had me in the van for a little while. They gave me a sedative, but I wasn't conscious at the time." I nod at her, encouraging her to go on. "What if they put a tracker on me too?" She looks scared again and I feel it flood through me. What if she was the reason we were almost killed. What if it was all her fault.

I blink hard, I hadn't considered that. "Even if they did, that isn't your fault." I assure her, assuming from the feelings settling inside me and trying to help scoop out her self-doubt the way she had mine "You want us to check you?" I ask and she nods.

"What would it look like?" Steve asks in his gentle and serious voice. I feel relief crash through her, this entire experience is far more stress for her than normal, and she doesn't know how to share this. I can relate to that.

I gently pull the hem of her shirt up asking for permission to remove her clothing, "It can be inserted with a small cut, about ¾ of an inch but I think I would have noticed that. They are also inserted with a large gauge needle, so just you'll be looking for a small puncture. Maybe an ⅛ to 3/16 of an inch. It's a big needle. The trackers need to be subcutaneous to work properly, so you'll be able to feel it. They are a hard capsule. like a giant grain of rice that is a little over half an inch long and a ….⅛ of an inch in diameter maybe"

"Okay. Let's get you cleaned up and we'll make sure to grab, pinch, and handle every inch of you" I say with a smile, lewd I know, but I feel it gives her a shot of excitement and exasperation.

She lifts up her arms, letting me pull off her shirt. "I'm serious." She says, voice striving for seriousness in her tone but she is a lot less scared now, I wonder how long ago she thought of this.

I slide to my knees in front of her "Oh yes I am very serious too." I whisper, grabbing a whole handful of ass and squeezing gently. "You want us to strip you down and check every inch of your naked body, including inspecting the soft tissue." I let my thumbs move in a deliberate pattern, massaging deep and scooping the soft skin of her round ass and thumb stroking across it. "There are no rules that say we can't enjoy it." I stop teasing for the moment, pulling her pants and shoes the rest of the way off. I gently trace, the angry red line that has closed up pretty well. Worry idly rolls over me. What could they have given her other than sensitivity? I let Steve, now completely naked scoop her away from me and take her into the shower which is running hot water again and billowing steam.

I hear her giggle before getting captured by Steve's mouth. It feels so good to feel her again. With the dogtags touching her skin once again the feeling is clearer than it was before. I am not going to lie, I missed it. I can feel desire roll off her and excitement melt her worry away. I strip myself, kicking off my shoes and striping out of my clothes to join a pile of dirty garments on the floor. I turn around the small open tile corner to see the two of them kissing. Steve has soaped up a washcloth and is gently but thoroughly scrubbing her skin, while his tongue seems to be delving deep into her mouth. I am glad to see him taking care of her is on Steve's priority list, as he may not be letting her have air but he is washing away the sweat and dirt off her body.

He is always a gentleman, but showers make him so frisky. Even before the super soldier serum, he told me he loved the feel of my slick skin and the heat of the water. After he was Captain America he told me it dulled all his extra senses and made him feel more aware of me. Even when alone he was more focused. He was able to fantasize better in the shower by himself than he could in his bunk, the hot water was like white noise on his skin and he could pretend it was me when he missed me. I was happy to give him a hand in his bunk anyway.

I wonder how many times he's dreamed of her in the shower? I bet it's a bunch. They had been searching for me for at least two weeks if my dreams of her were any indication and it seems like before they found my tags she could only vaguely feel me. He probably spent weeks in the shower every morning, sweaty and hot masturbating to the thought of that magical woman. Or maybe me? I am warmed by the thought that it was most likely both. I just watch them for just a moment. Ignoring the cold of the offcast spray and enjoying the hot feel of steam and the heat flowing directly into my chest from her. Steve is gorgeous naked. Just as toned and amazing as he was in my memory from eighty years ago. God, I did miss him, like a hole in my heart I didn't know why it was there till I remembered him. Steve sinks his fingers into my hair and pulls me to him for a hello. He claims my mouth as he did hers. It is intense. He isn't as gentle with me and he doesn't need to be. He is downright hungry right now and I love seeing him so excited.

I grab a dollop of soap in my hand. I slide behind her and drop a few kisses on her wet neck. Steve washes her body gently, getting rid of all the dirt and sweat and very carefully inspecting her. I feel every inch of her scalp, gently massaging out the dried blood from her hair and moving to her neck and jaw. We inspect every inch of her. Steve on her front, me on her back. Every bit of skin manhandled and pinched, push gently with my flesh fingers, pressure against the resistance of her muscle on every inch. Steve is faster than me. The advantage of two feeling hands. The last stop is the fleshy part between her thumb and forefinger. I press and feel her fingers close over mine in return. All clear.

"No Trackers" I whisper. brushing her wet hair from her face.

She nods, still a little worried and tense. "Are you sure?"

"Well, we did miss a spot" Steve bends down to worship her, diving fingers and mouth to the only place we didn't check, inside her. She breathes a shocked gasp and leans back on me while I claim her mouth. We both know she is wet, the last few minutes of the search was filled with arousal rolling off her skin. God, she tastes so good. I feel her warmth spread through me, and then a little spike of pleasure. I look down and smile. One of her legs is hooked over Steve's shoulder and he's going to town between her legs. Her hand grips his wet hair loosely, breaking the seal on mine as she starts to pant. She is amazing, she looks beautiful arching in my arms and grinding against Steve's face. I can feel her excitement and it feels good inside me.

I stroke her newly clean skin with my flesh hand, lifting her other leg up with my metal arm. I wrap her all the way around Steve's face, his hands gripping her ass. She arches a little and hesitates. "He's a super soldier Dreamgirl. You're not gonna break him. Ride as hard as you like." She absolutely shudders when I say that, turning her face a little out of the spray of water so she can breathe. I move a little so she gets air and I enjoy the rush of heat and water rinsing me off as I brace her, hands exploring her body as it shakes from Steve's mouth and fingers. I feel her pleasure build, her panting rough in the quiet room. "Tell him you like it dream girl."

"Fuck" she breathes, unable to speak as she arches back arms gripping my shoulder over her head and my arms around her body, small incoherent noises whine out of her."Steve, god damn, that feels so good." She wiggles her hips and I love the little bit of friction against my erection. I grind into her ass just a little, all wet and warm I can't help myself as she rolls her hips to ride Steve's face. I am reminded that the blonde between her legs held her on the kitchen island for me not even a day ago and here I am holding her up for him.

I gently push her chin down, keenly aware that although she has the dogtags, unlike last time she isn't in the Captain's shirt. "More specific Dreamgirl." I whisper. "Look at him, he wants to please you so badly. Wants to make you come so hard" her breathing gets faster, his fingers working her diligently. "What do you need baby doll?"

She arches hard eyes shut. "Yes...that...that.. THAT" She grips me, panting. "don't stop, please, please, please." I have no idea what he just did. I don't know if it was his fingers or his tongue or some magical combination, but I will be asking him later. She grinds herself against his face, thighs and legs flexing struggling for purchase against Steve's toned back. I reach down and squeeze her breast letting my tongue lick up the length of her neck. Her nails sink into me just a little and her whispered begging becomes a high airless sound as she shatters apart, her orgasm racing through me like a sweet pain. It feels like it slices into my low back and rockets up my spine.

It isn't as intense as coming myself but I feel it if light could rush through me. None-the-less and it makes my balls tighten and my cock twitch. It feels like something I can almost taste. And I want more. Steve gives her another long lick, panting for air as he pulls away, lifting her soaked thighs off his shoulders and placing them back on the floor, testing their stability before letting go and standing. He leans his face under the spray to clean off and I lean in to him, keeping the pliant beauty supported between us, but I interrupt him because I want to kiss him and I want to taste the tang of her on his tongue. I feel her rush of excitement and moan into his mouth as I claim him. I plunder his mouth for the taste of her and because his tongue has just done plenty of work, and because he tastes like her.

His hand reaches down to find my trapped length and wraps around me and pulls, hard and sure and I feel all my blond rush south. His lips wrap into mine, slick water running in rivets down my body like a caress as the dream girl turns in my arms and starts kissing me as well. Her hands are small and soft as they trace the lines of my chest, slippery on my slick skin as she takes my nipple into her hot mouth. I don't know how this is possible. I don't know how I deserve both of these people wanting me. They hunted me down, fought for me, and not to torture me or use me but for this?! Okay, maybe they wanna use me just a little but I am absolutely okay with that. Steve breaks the suction of the kiss, his hands moving across my slick skin with heat and passion. "I want to fuck you" he whispers. It's a demand and a question that makes my dick jump in his hand. Ugh. I nod my head and whimper in response to that, he turns me around pushing me to Y/N while he disappears for a second. "Keep him entertained a moment would you?"

I groan as she moves her soft fingers against me, her lips claiming mine with a tug of my wet hair. I taste her mouth and the tang of her arousal as she licks and sucks at my tongue. I move my hands over her soft curves, sliding my wet flesh fingers between her slick thighs. She is still so warm and wet. She moans into my mouth and I feel the heat boil into me. She rolls into me, hands exploring my skin as she ruts against my hand. I feel her hand wrap around my length and pull tightly. I moan softly and she breaks contact with my mouth. Hot water pounds on my back and she bites her lip. I feel a hot rush of desire flow through her as she wraps her small fingers around my wrist and pulls my hand away from her slick interior.

I wonder for a moment what she is up to, until she drops to her knees and takes my length into her mouth. I feel my blood boil with desire with how much she enjoys the feel of me in her mouth. I lean forward, letting my metal forearm brace me against the wall, as I look down at her. God, she is beautiful. Her bright eyes looking up at me, raking over my body as she swallows me down, hungry to taste me and it feels so good. I pant softly, closing my eyes for just one moment to keep from losing it too quickly. She is tight and wet and the suction around me is utter bliss. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. I let my right hand trace her jaw and neck, petting her softly feeling my flesh and her neck move. "You are so good at that Dreamgirl." I moan out, feeling her preen and pick up her pace at my words. Her cheeks hollow and I marvel at the feel of her wet warm mouth. She flushes warmth at my approval, her lips sucking tight to me. Her free hand moves to my ass, pulling as she relaxed her jaw and throat and guides me in a few shallow thrusts "Fuck fuuuuuck" I whisper, mouth slack and open, "holy shit Dreamgirl" she moans around me and I struggle to keep my thrusts slow and gentle.

I don't remember when Steve got back. He was petting me as water ran down my back and kissing me. I didn't notice too much however compared to the feel of Y/N's mouth wrapped around me. Now he grabs my attention however as I feel the thick wet feeling of some sort of lubricant over his fingers probe gently at my ass. Right. Fuck. Yes. Steve works a finger in and I brace my other arm on the wall, struggling not to thrust too hard into the poor girl's mouth. Steve is prepping me quickly. It stings a little with the stretch but it's no problem with the warm wet mouth still sucking me. There is no way I wouldn't be staying hard right now.

I feel the loss of Steve's fingers and groan, reaching down, pulling desperately at my Dreamgirl. "Fuck yes, come here baby doll." She stands at my insistence, panting quietly. I pick her up by her thighs, pushing her up against the wet wall, and kiss her hard, swallowing her shriek of surprise before settling her slick heat down on the end of my aching length. My eyes are still closed as I gulp, struggling for control.

"Look at me." She asks me, as I feel one hand pet my face gently, her fingers scratching across the stubble on my chin begging me to open my eyes and look at her. I do just that, opening to feel a rush of adoration, her face in awe of me. I feel it take me over in the moment. "I want to see your face" she whispers, reaching between us to line me up between her hot wet folds. "when you're inside me."

God yes. I sink into her, I don't need any more permission than that, pushing into her and pulling her hips back into me off the shower wall. She braces her shoulders against the cool tile her eyes blurry in bliss as her fingers tangle in my hair and pet the planes of my face. "You feel so good" I tell her. She hooks one leg up against me the other pushing down to the floor for purchase as she rolls her body into me. The praise doesn't feel like it is specific enough but I struggle looking into her hot eyes, watching her paint as I pump a few shallow thrusts before bottoming out and holding still.

"Oh wow, that is hot." She whispers, watching over my shoulders as she watches Steve sink into me. I pant hard now, he stretched me for sure, but he is a big man and that burn feels so good.

"God Bucky." He pants, leaning forward to kiss me as he inches his way in. He can't keep concentration enough to kiss me though, we both need air too much as we pant into each other's mouths. He sinks into me slowly and it feels amazing. "I missed you so much." He whispers, his voice cracking as I lean my head back on his shoulder. "You feel so good. So good, Buck. God, you're so tight."

I moan his name weak at his praise as I feel him finally bottom out inside me. We pant together, all of his one mass of lust and all connected. Our Dreamgirl kisses me delicately, petting my face gently as Steve nibbles on my neck. I know they are waiting for me, but it is so much I just can't move yet. I missed him so much. I had no idea how much I missed out on not having her till now. I feel her delicate hand over my chest, her love radiating through me. I am completely overwhelmed as I breathe out into a ragged whisper. "Fuck me." Steve doesn't hesitate. He pulls out holding my hips still with a long draw of his hard, hot length before driving back into me with a breath-stealing grunt. He fills my up so tight, the stretch and burn a delectable reminder of him touching deep inside me. He keeps pushing, driving my hips deep into the wet heat in front of me and I groan my head falling forward to bury my face against the soft swell of breasts as Steve drives me until I bottom out. "Oh God." I pant, overwhelmed immediately and holding on to the soft swell of our her beautiful ass, clutching her onto me just desperate through the feeling of being full and surrounded at the same time. I'm not going to last long like this. I squeeze the handfuls of tender flesh in my hands, one on her ass the other o her thigh pulling her into me as Steve shoves me forward a stuttering rhythm for both of them but I am absolutely wrecked.

I want to make sure she comes with me, but I can't touch her while holding her. I let my mouth suck soft jiggling flesh until I find her sensitive nipple and I give it a suck, nibbling gently. He can't kiss me, not with the angle he needs to keep shoving my hips forward into Y/N But I feel her touch on us both as she moans and struggles for satisfaction. "Touch yourself dreamgirl." I'm grunt panting hard. Unable to focus on anything but not coming yet. It's so good. Steve's strong and thick cock filling me up, his hands on my flesh, big wide and hot palming me in the slickness of the hot shower still running down our bodies. Her hands, small delicate fingers tracing muscles and my face, leading back the her core to touch herself. Fuck, I love watching her come undone.

I can't hold on any longer. I can't. My orgasm explodes from me and flows out like water as I pump ragged and off beat into her already soaked body. She clutches me tight and I can feel her fingers where we connect, bringing herself off with my softening body still inside her. I feel the rush of heady pleasure and clench of muscle as her thighs start to tremble and she comes. Her pleasure rockets through me and feels almost like it is turning me to Jello with her.

I let her go, her feet land on the floor struggling a little to support herself, but I don't let her fall. Then I move my arms to the wall to brace myself on either side of her and Steve trusts into me in earnest. He's so fucking hard and thick, his muscular arms around me I could probably come again if he gave me time but I am spent at the moment. He is hooked under my shoulders and pulling my chest down. His lips kiss my muscular shoulder and neck, and breathe through the pleasure spiking into me with each hit to my overly sensitive prostate. I don't know what I am saying anymore, Steve's name, something else, begging, I don't know I just feel Steve moan at something dirty I just said and he comes hard inside me. I'm thankful in the moment he's holding my hips and I feel Y/N petting my face again gently as I gulp down air.

Steve slips out of me and turns my face to kiss me again. Sweet this time, the heat melted into me and feels like it was running down my body rinsed away with the water. "Buck…" He whispers lips locked with mine and I am still feeling so overwhelmed. This kiss is short as I lean my head forward on the cool tile sucking in air. He leans down kissing our dream girl as well. His mouth is soft and delicate from overexertion as he turns to lean on the wall next to her. I feel her satisfaction, joy, and pure sense of exhilaration filter through me. I am all white noise of the shower at the moment, that and the feeling of sated pleasure, both in my own settling muscles and from Y/N whited out mind.

"God Damn." She whispers, making Steve laugh. "You really really like to see him in the shower don't you?"

Steve looks almost wistful. "I love the way the water looks on his muscles. I always have."

I feel my brain stutter a little. I feel his hand run along my shoulder and my side again dragging the wet spray with him. I feel almost uncomfortable with that much tenderness in the attention. Fuck me till I can't think sure, but I don't want him getting so attached to me. I flip my head up, allowing the wet curtain of hair to fly up and slap onto the back of my head, and give them both a slight smirk with the hottest eyes I can muster. The look on Steve's face means he has completely short-circuited, and the dream girl just smiles with a giggle. "Oh yeah. Wet Bucky is the best Bucky" I crack a full smile and pull her in for another quick kiss pulling her under the water to rinse off.

"Alright, Alright." Steve says as he wraps himself around me again and lazily cleans my ass. I'm not sure if he feels responsible for the mess he made or just wants to touch me some more. It makes me smile either way. We finish cleaning efficiently and shut off the water. There is only one full-size towel, but we share.

We dress in a combination of clothes from the car and newly bought items. Y/N smells the Captain America shirt from Steve but is disappointed that it is obviously stained and ripped from the firefight. Steve takes the ball cap he was wearing and settles it on the half dressed woman with a smile. I can feel her soft pleasure and flirty joy from the motion and it makes me smile.

I don my gloves, wearing both just to look less suspicious. They aren't the best quality and I hate how all of this feels on my skin. Now that I've been naked with the two of them, I want to stay that way. It's weird to me that I feel so protective and possessive, of both of them, but part of me wonders if weeks of getting to know the dream girl didn't count if it was just in my dreams. I mean, it feels so real.

Y/n wraps her clothes arms around me petting my wet hair. "I'm gonna get something for us to eat, you and Steve head to the car. But Bucky…" I quirk an eyebrow, "Wait for me to drive okay? You both need sleep" she says it like I am gonna fight it as maybe I normally might.

I laugh softly, right at the moment I am bone tired, and the other part of me that would be too wound up to sleep with people around me suddenly has no problem with Steve or his Dreamgirl. "Yeah, no arguments there."

I return to the car with Steve. We sit in the backseat, hats tucked low, glasses set aside. I let my feet stretch out the back seats lean all the way back the two of us munching on the fruit we have left while we wait for Y/N.

Steve reaches out to gently take my left hand and inspect it carefully. I let him take off my glove, his inquisitive fingers touching me slowly. I move my fingers into his, the movements are a little mechanical but mostly incredibly human-like. He looks sad for a bit, eyes clouded. "Im getting real used to just knowing what Dreamgirl is thinking. But I can't read your mind, Stevie. What's going on up there?"

"You gonna ditch us again?" He asks, voice soft and worried.

I shrug. "Probably."

He looks up at my eyes. He is sad but thankful for my honestly. "Your gonna break her heart." Steve offers. "...And mine."

I nod. "Better that than your necks." I might be joking but my voice is dead serious.

"You think...you think you are gonna hurt us?" He asks confused.

I shift, uncomfortable all of a sudden. "Only a matter of time really."

Steve slides into my space and kisses me. It is sweet and slow, I feel like his heart is breaking against me. He doesn't know how to help me. "You were there with me when I needed you. And I failed you." He whispers against me. I close my eyes. I don't know how he can help me either. "I don't want to do it again."

I gently lean into Steve, kissing him in return, just a gentle touch of lips. "Never, not once in 80 years, have I thought this was in any way your fault."

He swallows shakily sliding back he seems satisfied and I let my leg fall open letting my warm thigh press against his. I wish I could feel what he needed. "I'm not gonna ditch you. But protecting you doesn't always mean being with you." Y/n interrupts our growing silence handing four medium pizza boxes into the back seat and setting a bag on the passenger seat filled with fruit and snacks. I smile at her. She is learning how to feed super soldiers for sure. She looks at us both with a small smile. Her joy and calm roll over me like a gentle breeze and nothing feels like a big deal anymore. "Eat up boys."

She starts the car and pulls out, adding more distance between us and Hydra. With no particular destination in mind. For now, I eat and sleep.