It's time for another covid coping project :P I had this idea a while ago, but never got around to writing it. I love the MCU, and I really love expanding on the character's relationships in head-cannon-y ways. This is some of that, enjoy :)
Steve's POV:
I roll over in bed, cuddling closer to Bucky's warm body besides me.
"You awake there, kiddo?" Bucky's gruff voice reaches my ears, causing me to crack one eye open to get a good look at him.
I groan, stretching a little so I can comb my fingers through his scruff. "Yeah, now I am."
"You busted up for your face pretty badly yesterday," he says with a half-smile. "What'd you get in a fight about it?"
What didn't I get in a fight about? A lot of them were because I stuck my nose in other people's business; despite Bucky's constant reminders that I simply wasn't strong enough to defend others, let alone myself, I wanted to protect other underdogs. Still, there were quite a few fights that started simply because I was me: a scrawny kid in Queens living with his boyfriend and mom.
"The usual," I said with a shrug, pushing myself up into a sitting position.
"Peggy was worried about you." That gets a smile out of me, and Bucky pouts a little. "Oh, so when I worry, you have no reaction, but when Peggy worries-" I roll my eyes, and he presses a kiss to my cheek. "She got up to make breakfast; it should be ready now, actually."
As if on cue, my mother pops her head in through the doorway, smiling at us as Bucky's metal hand finds mine and holds on tightly, almost too tightly. "Good, you two are up. Breakfast is ready if you are."
"Thanks, Mommy."
"The Starks are coming over for dinner tomorrow."
Bucky's non-metal hand fiddles with the edge of my pants, obviously wanting to start something, and I playfully glare at him and smack it away. He rolls his eyes and looks at Peggy. "Which ones? The asshole?"
Peggy looks away from the pot she's stirring to raise her eyebrows at him. "That doesn't really narrow it down, now does it?" When he snickers a little, she turns away again, heels clicking against the kitchen tile as she readjusts her footing. "Howard and Tony."
"Maybe I should see which way Tony swings," Bucky says with a smirk.
I pout and Peggy chuckles. "Don't tease Steve like that."
He nudges me in the side. "You gonna make your mom fight your battles for you?"
I fold my arms and shake my head. "No, I'll just make you sleep on the couch tonight."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, please do," Peggy says dramatically as she takes a tray out of the oven. "He takes up so much of the bed."
"You like that, Stevie?" Peggy croons, thrusting a bit harder. I whimper, shaking and nodding my head. She thrusts again. "Come on, say it."
"Yes!" My voice quivers as I say it, hands clinging tightly to the blanket beneath me as my mom continues.
Even though I don't look at her - I don't think I could if I tried, my body feels so weak - I can tell she's smirking. "You want me to continue?" I nod vigorously, and she thrusts hard, eliciting a loud whimper. "I said-"
I nod again. "Yes, Mommy!" My legs shake, but I'm not allowed to rest as she continues.
As if on cue, the door opens, and I manage to make eye contact with Bucky, who looks playfully offended. "Having fun without me?" He asks, slowly approaching.
Peggy is panting a little when she answers. "Steve just couldn't wait. He's quite naughty."
"Oh, I'm aware," my handsome boyfriend approaches, and I whimper a little at the sight of the bulge in his pants. "I've had a long day; I could use some attention."
He takes an agonizingly long time fiddling with his pants, unzipping them and sliding them down. He proceeds to take just as much time, if not longer, to slip his boxers off. If I could move, I'd have ripped them off myself, but I can barely think through the pleasure of what Peggy is doing.
"Open wide, kiddo," Bucky says with a smirk, using his metal arm to lift up my head a bit. "Don't go giving out on me before I've had my fill of a good time, alright?"
I'm unable to formulate the words, and instead simply nod and oblige him.
"You sure he doesn't swing this way?" Bucky mutters to me as we stand at the counter to grab a few more dishes, balancing one in his flesh hand and one in his metal. "He's been giving me a few looks since dinner started, doesn't seem too opposed."
I shrug, taking one more helping of mashed potatoes. "I mean, he and I fucked once."
Bucky raises his eyebrows. "And you never told me?"
"It never came up. We weren't dating, and he was a lonely rich boy looking for a good time while rebelling. It happened and then we never mentioned it again. Opened up my eyes to other guys though."
"Well, I suppose I have to thank him for that," he sighs, before smirking a little. Before I can question it, he sets his plate down and lifts my chin up with his metal hand. "Damn, I'm glad it never came up again. I don't know that I could compete with Tony fucking Stark."
"Language, Bucky." I chide, and he rolls his eyes. "And anyways, give yourself more credi-" I don't finish before Bucky kisses me, grinding up against me as my back presses up against the counter.
Before we can deepen the kiss any further, a plate clatters to the ground, and Bucky jumps off of me, just as confused by the sound. We turn, and there stands Howard Stark, eyes bulging out of his head and clutching his heart, evidently having come from the dining room to get more food for himself only to stumble across us making out instead. I don't even have time to register what's happening before he falls to the ground.
"Shit, he's having a heart attack!" Bucky immediately kneels down beside the older man in a panic.
Hope you liked :) I love thinking about Cap's life before the war, and imaging stories around it. with some added spice of course ;) hope you guys liked the pegging, it feels like what Cap would be into :P
