I've never been in a plane before. I don't think this is the standard I should hold. Bucky is in a large massage chair with the dog and I'm in one across from him. Tony is up front getting something together.

"We need to talk to Tony about what happened earlier," Bucky said while petting the dog who was laying across his chest.

"Yes." I signed.

"Right, sign." Bucky agreed and signed with his one hand. "He should talk to us. Who was that man?"

"I don't know. I don't like that T O N Y" I finger spelled his name and then

"That's my name," Tony said as he appeared behind me, scaring me. "What are you talking about?"

"Please don't sneak up on me," I said clutching my chest.

"You spelled my name," Tony said as he sat down across from us. "What were you talking about?" He poured himself a scotch.

"Since when do you know sign?" Bucky asked

"Since I taught myself."

"Oh yeah and when was that?"

"Around 2 weeks ago," Tony signed slowly.

"Can we talk about earlier?" I begged, "I-"

"Broke a lot of my trophies," he laughed.

I huffed and got up, only to land right in front of him. On my knees with my hands on his thighs lightly squeezing, "Tony ... please. Just talk to us please."

He looked into my eyes still with his wall up. Desperately I wanted to see behind it.

"Also can we talk about the fact that you're Iron Man?" Bucky tossed in his two cents.

Tony's foot began to bounce and he couldn't escape. The dog got up and put his head on Tony's lap. He wanted to share but couldn't find a way past his own wall. His fingers started to tap the glass in pure anxiety unable to find any words.

Bucky got up and kissed his head. "Not now. It's fine. We all have secrets." His hand caressed Tony's face as Tony laid a gentle kiss upon it. "But we can't have anymore. All of us. If we want this," Bucky motioned to all three of us, "to work, we need to talk."

"Don't you think you should have another glass of wine?" Tony asked as the waiter came past. He is sitting across from me finishing up his glass of scotch. Bucky is still on his first glass, too anxious to do anything other than pet the dog whose head is on his lap since he only has one arm and he's noticing people staring.

"I think you're bullying me," I said drunk. "But yes. I do."

Tony flagged the waiter, "Un autre."

"S'il vous plait," Bucky added.

"Deux de plus," I said louder than I wanted. It's not my fault. I'm drunk.

The waitress left and I smiled at my handsome boyfriend while reaching for my other handsome boyfriend's hand. I'm so lucky. And I'm in France with them. I'm romantic and lucky.

"So when did you two learn French? I had no idea you two were bilingual," Tony asked impressed.

"More importantly it's your birthday," I smiled, "We were gonna get you something real cool but then uh you took us to France and I left it at home." Bucky sighed and kissed my hand.

The waitress came back with a small piece of cake to sing their version of happy birthday with two candles stating that he was 30 years old now. He smiled but seemed uncomfortable.

After more wine and a very fancy dinner we all went back to our room. There was of course a wonderful view of the tower and the beautiful men with me.

"The dog and I are going to sleep in the other room," Bucky, who was completely sober, excused himself. "Good night babe," he kissed me, "Happy birthday," he kissed Tony. And then it was just the two of us. I sat on the bed and took off my shoes and pants.

It's been a while since it's just been Tony and I. It's not that I don't love the three of us but I also just like to be the only little spoon. While I was getting changed for bed I saw Tony was standing by the balcony fully clothed.

"I have some secrets you need to know."

Drunk, but trying to be serious I walked to him. "I'm going to be honest. I'm very drunk. I don't know if now-"

"No it helps me..." He was nervous. "I've never told anyone this before."

I held his hand and placed a kiss on his shoulder.

"I was held captive for three months in Afghanistan and the something happened to me in there," he admitted. Tony didn't make eye contact with me but stayed focus on the tower. "I was-" he stopped. He didn't know how to say it since he never had to.

Tony walked to the other side of the room and then sat on the edge of the bed. "We've never slept in the same bed."

"Yeah I noticed," I said joining him fully on the bed. "You always get up before I fall asleep."

He stood up. Tony had already opened up this can of worms and he had to deal with it. No escape. He turned around and took his shirt off and tossed it to the side exposing his strong muscular back sprinkled in freckles and scars. "Okay," he began to shake his hands trying to hype himself up but he couldn't make himself turn around. He wanted to but couldn't take that first step.

"Tony," I said softly. "No matter what, I'm still in love with you."

He paused, utterly shocked, "You ... you love me?" As if he had never heard that combination of words, and turned to face me.

"Of course I -" And then I saw his chest. Completely covered in scars, scratches, and angled veins all pointing to a metal light in the dead center. I covered my mouth out of pure shock. His chest looked so painful. This is why he never let me see him. It looked heavy and more painful than I care to imagine. The light was steady and bright but the veins leading toward it were random yet geometric. Silence filled the room and I could tell it wasn't welcomed.

"I-" we both started.

I took a breath in and inched towards him. My finger traced the metal circle as he brought himself closer. I sat up on my knees and just looked. Tony hung his head down, defeated. I grabbed his chin and looked into those sad beautiful eyes.

"I love you." Looking in his eyes you can tell he hasn't heard that in a while. "I love you for everything that you are and how much you love me, and Bucky." My hands traced his strong arms all the way to holding his big hands. "I love you. You wanted me from the start and you took me as I am. You are kind and strong and I am in love with you." I squeezed his hands.

"I'm gay."

"...what?" I laughed in confusion.

"I've never said that out loud before," he laughed while holding back tears.

I brought his hands to my hips as I got closer to him. My arms draped themselves around his neck and I kissed him.

"Also I'm 32," he admitted. "No wait I'm 33 now. Oh god," he sounded surprised.

I laughed and kissed him again. "Anything other secrets you'd like to share, Mr Stark?"

"Yeah," he quickly wrapped his arms around me, lifted me up, and spun me around, "I'm the luckiest man in the world!"

I held onto him tight and giggled as he spun me then dumped as both on the bed. Us both on our backs giggling.

He looked happy. For real happy. I don't think I've seen him without his wall up ever. My hand found its place on his face and skimmed his sharp jawline, taking in every inch of perfection.

"Your turn," he smiled, "Tell me a secret."

"Well," I had to think, "I've only ever had sex with you and Bucky."

"Boo," he said, "I said a secret. Not a fact."

Giggling still from the wine, "Well then what do you want to know?" I asked as I sat up. "Ask me anything."

"Anything?" He questioned as he rubbed the tattoo on my knee. I nodded. Tony took a breath in, "What's the deal with your tattoo? You always cover it when it's the three of us."

I nodded figuring he thought this would be a safe question to start with. But it's never that easy. "It was his final show in the nutcracker."