A/N: This chapter totally got away from me. Almost 7k. I'll try to do better. Thank you for all the great comments and favorites. Thank you!

"You're here early," Tony said with a grin, spotting Chris at her desk in the next office.

Chris nodded, smiled back weakly. "Morning. I'm just chipping away at the jet program."

Tony's gaze moved over her, his smile faded a little. "Early in the day to work on something that… boring, isn't it?"

Chris shrugged. "My boss is an asshat that gives me boring jobs."

Tony laughed, his eyebrows shot up. "That's how it is?"

Chris chuckled along with him. "That's how it is."

"Fine. You have coffee at least?"

Just the mention of coffee had her feeling ill.

"Ah, no. I'm good. Thanks, Tony."

Tony narrowed his eyes at her for a moment but went on into his own office.

Chris shook her head. God knew what he made of all that.

Tony had almost been as bad as her boys when it came to fussing over her after the kidnapping. The last several weeks had gone very well with Chris normally going to train each day with Nat, Steve, and Bucky when they were there and when she didn't need to be at work early for meetings with Tony.

Steve had met with Tony and Fury about what to do with Chris when they were needed for missions since the matter with Ross still lingered. Tony was going on fewer missions now and the first few missions had stayed out and her boys were mostly okay with him watching over her. Bucky wasn't happy. Steve assured him that Tony would take care of her. Bucky had finally, reluctantly, acquiesced.

The two missions they'd needed Tony, things had gotten tense with Bucky flat out refusing to leave. It had finally been arranged that Chris would work in the shelter Tony had built underground for emergency purposes like total world annihilation when all Avengers were needed. Bucky had still stubbornly held his ground and didn't talk to Steve for three days.

Finally, Phil had agreed to stay with her in the shelter. For some reason, that made the arrangement acceptable to Bucky. So for two missions, she'd stayed in the underground shelter with the agent who'd helped save her life already. Now Phil and his girlfriend were her very good friends. She'd even had them over for dinner with the guys and they'd all had a great time. She thought it was so cute how Phil all but fangirled over Steve at times.

Ross had been flying under the radar. When Steve and Bucky were off somewhere kicking ass in the world, as they were right now, even with Tony and Phil there, it made her a little nervous. She'd thought of a thousand different things she'd do if he actually showed up. He never did. They never heard anything. And if they were able to get anything on him, Steve, Tony, Fury, and Nat never said anything to her.

"Chris, is Tony in?" Maria Hill peaked into her office.

"I'm thinking he went to get coffee. He'll be right back because he's got a meeting in about fifteen minutes," Chris told her.

"Thanks," the agent told her. "You okay?"

Chris nodded. "Yeah, just tired I guess."

"The guys might be back tomorrow," Maria called as she moved on.

Well, that was good news. They'd been gone almost three weeks and as much of loner as she'd once prided herself in being, she now very much hated to sleep alone. It would be good to have them back. Especially with Thanksgiving in two days.

Chris suspected Tony had sat out the mission just so he could plan a killer Thanksgiving dinner and a quiet "social" which she wouldn't have ever expected Tony to come up with. Party, yes, social, not so much.

Lunchtime rolled around, and Chris headed for the food court, picked up some lunch. Tony had finished his meeting around the time she had started eating.

"Ah, Chris?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you eating?"

"Food. Why?"

Chris had been teasing him, but he truly looked vexed as he looked over her desk.

"Do you have an aversion to food that's colorful?"

"What?"

"Everything on your desk is white and bland," he pointed out. "Are you okay?"

Chris nodded.

"Can I bring you anything? A drink? A condiment?"

"No, I'm fine," she assured him.

Shaking his head, Tony wandered out to find his own lunch.

Chris supposed he had a point. She had a bowl of clam chowder, plain mashed potatoes, bread rolls. She had been feeling like she couldn't get enough sleep and her appetite had been off besides. She'd gotten some Tai food three nights ago and it had made her sick enough to call in the next day. She decided to play it safe for a couple of days by picking out more bland dishes. Today, they just sounded good to her.

The rest of the workday had gone just fine. She'd packed up, heading back up to their apartment. By the time she'd changed into her pajamas and settled into her cave, she was starving. They had a kitchen that was kept stocked but nothing really sounded good until she found a huge box of instant mashed potatoes in the pantry. Chris prepped a bowl that would make Bucky proud, carried the mixing bowl and spoon back to her cave and settled in.

The video chat notification came in halfway through the bowl of mashed potatoes.

Chris excitedly pulled up the screen, smiling when she saw her boys on the screen looking freshly scrubbed and a little beaten down. Bucky had a deep-looking cut across his left cheek. Otherwise, they looked as they normally did after a mission.

"Hey!" Chris greeted them excitedly.

"Hi, doll."

"Hey Sweetheart," Steve said with her favorite smile. "How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you two? Where did the cut come from?"

Bucky waved it off. "It'll be gone tomorrow, baby. It's okay."

"Everything go okay?"

Steve nodded. "It went to hell for a couple of days, but I think we'll be okay. Everyone is okay on our end."

"I almost killed Sam," Bucky said proudly.

"What happened?" Chris asked, knowing there was a story.

And there was. Pulling her bowl up, she sat back in her chair and listened to them talk about the last couple of days and the fight Bucky and Sam got into. Bucky's impression of Sam always had her laughing and it did now as she listened.

"Doll, do you have enough potatoes there?" Bucky asked, nodding to it.

Chris cocked an eyebrow at him. "What are you trying to say exactly, Barnes?"

"That's a lot of potatoes," he reiterated. "But I'm glad you're eating."

"You sleeping okay?" Steve asked.

She knew one of them would comment on it. She did look like she hadn't slept in a year.

Chris shook her head. "I guess I don't like to sleep alone anymore," she said with a smile.

"Hey, we'll be back Thanksgiving," Bucky told her. "Just in time for Tony's dinner and whatever."

"He decided against a party," Chris told him. "Just a quiet dinner and a nice social he said."

"I'd rather watch the football games," Steve chimed in. "Digest. Recover."

Bucky nodding his agreement.

"I've never been to one of Tony's socials before," Chris told them. "It sounds… interesting."

Steve smirked and leaned in closer to the camera. "You sure I can't convince you to come back to the apartment after dinner? I'll make it worth your while."

That had Chris laughing while her face warmed up. "That was suggestive. I'm intrigued. What are we talking about here?"

Steve shook his head. "I'm not in a place where I can elaborate on that. You'll just have to trust me."

Bucky winked at her.

"I'll think about it," she told him.

"I'll wear both of you out and let you sleep for a couple of days," Steve offered in a lowered voice.

"Gross!" Clint yelled off-screen. "Rogers is in here talking dirty."

Steve's face went up in flames as Clint wandered in behind them with Sam right behind him.

"Hey, Chris!"

"Hey, Clint. Sam."

"You really call Tony an asshat?" Clint asked with a grin.

"I did," Chris replied.

"Okay, Clint, we don't have long," Steve used his Captain voice on his fellow Avenger. "Give me a minute, okay?"

Clint winked at her motioning for Sam to head out of the small room ahead of him.

"Okay, I'll let Steve get back to wearing you guys out," Clint said as he left. "Captain, I'm shocked honestly."

Steve was behind them and Bucky laughed at the sound of a door closing and locking on that note.

Bucky's gaze moved over her, concern clouding his expression. "We've missed you, doll baby. Can't wait to see you."

"Can't wait to see you," she told him as Steve sat back down.

"Tony said that it had been uneventful aside from planning Thanksgiving," Steve told her. "I'm glad everything's been going okay."

Chris nodded, surprised and annoyed when tears began to sting the backs of her eyes. Where was that coming from?

"Everything's been fine," she told him. "I just can't wait until you're both home."

Great. Her voice wobbled because of the stupid tears and they both noticed.

"Doll baby, it's okay. We'll be home in less than 48 hours," Bucky promised her.

Chris nodded, trying really hard not to burst into tears and while she did miss them, she had no idea where that was coming from.

"I know," Chris managed.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Steve told her. "We shouldn't have to go anywhere for several days though, okay?"

Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes now and she was more pissed than weepy about it. Angrily she swiped them away.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what's up with me."

They exchanged a glance, both looking contrite and there was no reason for it.

"I don't want to go but we want to make sure everyone gets a shot," Steve was apologetical. "Can't wait to see you."

Chris nodded her understanding. "I love you both."

"I love you, doll baby."

"Love you."

Chris shut down the connection, cried into the bottom half of her mashed potatoes and went to bed early.

Why the hell was her emotions all over the place?

Chris felt like hell the next morning. She called in sick and Tony told her he wasn't surprised, that he hadn't thought she'd looked like she felt well the day before. He told her to rest up for his Thanksgiving party.

Feeling better by that evening, Chris had tooled around in her cave for a while before heading to bed, excited that her boys would be home the next day.

The next morning, she felt worse than she had the morning before. The moment her feet hit the floor, her stomach rolled, and she barely made it to the bathroom in time. She ended up a sweaty, shaking heap in the floor by toilet hoping her stomach would calm down.

It wasn't like she'd gotten drunk or ate anything that could have made her sick. Clam chowder and mashed potatoes couldn't give her food poisoning, right?

Maybe she was getting sick. She was cursing her shit luck when her knee brushed by a tampon in the floor towards the back of the toilet's base. Shaking her head, she picked it up, thinking it must have rolled out of her box when she'd sat on the tub that day when Bucky had come back up to the apartment when she'd had her first period after the miscarriage and had been so upset about it.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, hell. She hadn't gone back on birth control. They'd just decided to see what happened. From the internet, she'd gathered that it could months before she had a regular cycle since she'd been on contraceptives for several years.

Scrambling up on shaking legs, Chris dropped on Steve's side of the bed and grabbed her phone. She'd taken Helen's advice on keeping track of her cycles. She'd had two since the kidnapping and according to her calendar, her next one was…

Six days late.

Well, that hadn't taken long. If she was pregnant.

Chris didn't know a lot about it, but it seemed a bit early for morning sickness.

Only one way to find out.

With something like hope blooming in her heart, Chris made it over to her vanity, pulling a white box from the back of her drawer. She'd ordered the tests online, so she could have complete privacy, even from her boys. She didn't want to say anything to get their hopes up until she knew something for certain.

She laughed at herself as she pulled out one of the tests with shaking hands and did the entire pee-on-a-stick thing, her heart beating so hard in her chest as she watched the small white wand to see if the second blue line would appear.

Within a couple of minutes, the second blue line did indeed appear.

Chris was pregnant.

Wrapping her arms around her middle, Chris sat on the closed toilet in happy tears. She was getting another chance and she couldn't express the sense of joy she felt at that moment.

It was Thanksgiving and her boys were coming home and… how perfect could it get?

She'd made it to the shower, consumed with thoughts of their baby, about how she was going to tell Steve and Bucky.

She couldn't wait.

Getting herself dressed and together was a bit of a struggle because she couldn't decide what to wear, what to do with her hair. Then she couldn't find the heels she wore with the flowered dress that Bucky had liked so much for a while. By the time she found them and was almost done with her hair, her phone went off.

It was Tony.

Pepper's flight was late. He needed help getting things in place. Of course, Chris was going to help him, and it would help her get over the nerves.

At least she remembered to unplug her curling iron before she left the apartment.

By the time they had the caterers set up, dining room the way Tony wanted, and Tony handed out huge bonuses to everyone helping out on the holiday, they heard that the jet was landing. Pepper arrived just after that, hugging Chris tightly when she came down, looking amazing in a sleek green gown that shimmered.

Tony was caught up joking with the staff, so Pepper had Chris go over everything that had been done before she got in.

"Are you okay?" Pepper asked.

Chris felt light-headed, took a seat on one of the couches just outside the dining area.

"Yeah," Chris told her. "I'm okay."

"Thank you for helping out with everything," Pepper told her. "This is pretty special for Tony."

"He's done an amazing job of planning it."

Slowly the team filtered downstairs. Clint had gone home to his family, but Sam came down looking freshly scrubbed, telling her his side of the fight with Bucky. He had her laughing by the time Nat and Bucky made it downstairs.

"Flirting with our girl, bird-brain?" Bucky play punched him in the shoulder.

"Nah, I was telling her my side of the fight with your dumb ass," Sam told him jokingly.

"I'll deal with you later," Bucky told him looking amazing handsome in a black crewneck sweater and gray slacks. His gaze was solely on Chris, looking her up and down as if he hadn't seen her in a year.

Not caring that their friends were all around them, he pulled Chris against him, hugging her with his entire body and holding her there for a long moment before kissing her breathless.

Now that was a proper greeting.

"Love you, doll baby," he whispered in her ear. "You look amazingly beautiful. You know I love that dress."

Chris nodded, smiled.

Steve wore a cream-colored dress shirt with his slacks, his eyes only on her as he entered the room. He grabbed her up in a hug and spun her around a few times, just seeming delighted to see her.

"Might not want to swing her around like that, Cap," Tony said walking by. "She's been a little under the weather."

Steve just smirked at his friend instead of collapsing into a ton of concerned questions as he normally did.

"You look perfect, Sweetheart," he told her with a sweet kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered. "You two look pretty wonderful yourselves."

Tony gathered everyone together for dinner and Chris couldn't help but marvel at the amount of food there. Yeah, he was feeding earth's mightiest heroes but still…

Tony was at the head of the table with Steve at the other side, flanked by Chris and Bucky. Pepper's smile let Chris know even across the room that something wonderful had happened and she didn't know what it was, but the other woman's happy feelings just enhanced what was turning out to be a pretty special day.

Tapping on his glass, Tony got everyone's attention. "A toast. I'd like to say a toast to my beautiful fiancée Pepper. I want this to be the best Thanksgiving feast ever because not only have we made it through another year alive but we're adding to our family. Pepper and I are ah, expecting a baby."

The congratulations and applause rang out as Tony kissed his beautiful, blushing lady. There were hugs, kisses. It was a special moment. They were a family.

Chris's eyes misted over, happy for her friends and thinking how ironic the timing was.

Everyone stood. Pepper didn't raise a glass. Chris did but she wasn't going to drink the champagne.

Bucky's eyes were on her, they looked shiny, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking when she noticed Steve was staring at her too.

"So, the toast, to us and to baby Stark," Tony held up his glass. "To new additions."

"And our new addition," Bucky added, speaking up. "We're expecting too."

Chris stared at Bucky with her mouth open.

"What?" Pepper was running down the table, pulling Chris into a hug as Steve was staring at Bucky in as much astonishment as she was in. "This is amazing!"

Chris hugged her back. Tony made his way down, pulling her into a hug the moment Pepper let go.

"That explains a lot," he told her, kissing her cheek. "Good job, Danforth."

"You okay, Sweetheart?" Steve's voice was close to her ear. "I didn't know he was going to say that."

"He can hear you," Bucky told him, taking her into his arms. "I'm sorry, doll. I'm just so happy right now."

Her brain was just struggling to catch up.

"But how did you…"

"You left the test on the counter, doll," Bucky whispered. "First thing I saw when I went into the bathroom. I love you so much."

In all of her confusion in getting ready and rushing out to help Tony, she'd honestly forgotten. At least now she didn't have to think of a way to break the news to them.

"Okay, the damned toast," Tony said laughing, happier than Chris had ever seen him. "To the next generation of Avengers. God help us all!"

That brought much laughter and then the feast began. Chris couldn't eat much of anything, but she still enjoyed it all, not surprised with both her boys asking her how she felt here and there, could they get her anything. Chris hadn't been to one of their more family-like get-togethers before. The stories were great, Bruce surprising them all by being more talkative than she'd ever see him, sitting next to Nat who seemed to be hanging on his every word.

Tony's idea of a social it turned out was for them to continue drinking and telling stories after dinner but calling it a social because it seemed inappropriate to throw a party when you'd just announced you were having a baby.

Pepper caught her after dinner and they set off to the side comparing notes. Well, Pepper was sharing her notes and Chris was just listening mostly.

"I'm happy to have someone to do this with," Chris admitted.

"Tony said you were feeling ill," Pepper told her.

"Yeah, I thought it was a little early for morning sickness once I figured it out."

"Well," Pepper said, smiling over to where their three men were talking. "They are enhanced. We probably better think about having Bruce or someone monitor you and the baby."

"Helen offered," Chris told her. "Not that I had any plans at the time we talked about it. It was the…"

Pepper nodded her emotions pure understanding.

It wasn't long before Steve was planning their exit and Bucky was his partner in crime, explaining to Tony that Chris needed to rest. Tony didn't protest because Pepper looked a little tired too. Pepper assured her that either her or Chris leaving wouldn't dampen Tony's spirits at all.

Tony did hug Chris before she left with Steve and Bucky, telling her congratulations. "Rest up. We need to start working on those little suits and shields and stuff."

That had her laughing.

They headed towards the elevator with Steve's arm around her shoulders, Bucky on the other side with his arm around her waist. They were still joking about their conversation with Tony until they reached their apartment.

Chris was heading for the couch to sit down and take off her heels when Bucky scooped her up bridal style for a change, heading for the bedroom.

"Careful, Buck," Steve's voice was serious behind them as he followed.

And he was when he placed her on the edge of the bed, kneeling before her to gently remove the heels she wore.

Chris smiled at each of them. "I'm sorry I missed your reactions to this," she explained. "The good news is that I had no idea how to tell you so that took care of that. I didn't mean to leave the test out like that."

"You found out today?" Steve's expression was hopeful.

Chris nodded.

He took a seat next to her, taking her hand in his larger ones. "It made me sad to think you might have found out a couple of weeks ago and couldn't say anything because…"

"Hey, we're not beating ourselves up over things we can't change, remember?" Bucky cut in. Leaning forward, he pressed himself between her thighs causing her dress to ride up. Gently he pressed a kiss to her flat tummy. "This is a good day."

Steve's gaze landed on the lace at the top of her stocking, stroking a finger over it as she shivered.

"When are we calling Helen?" Bucky's hands pulled her closer, smoothing up and down her back.

"Monday? After the holidays, I guess."

He nodded eagerly. "I'm glad she offered to help us keep an eye on everything."

Steve's emotions were shifting from happiness to worry. Chris placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Surely, he wasn't having doubts now, was he?

Bucky blew out an exhale. "Tell her. She's going to say the same thing I did."

"What?" Chris was curious now.

"I just…" Steve finally looked up and met her gaze. "We're assuming that the baby will be perfectly healthy because of our enhancements but… what if it's not? What if the baby is mine and it's... like I was once."

"Steve." Chris's heart went out to him, worried already about their baby. "Helen will be able to give us some idea if that's even possible but… what if he or she was? We won't love them any less and we'll deal with it. The three of us."

Nodding, she knew he wasn't going to stop worrying about it, Steve pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We will. I just want the baby to have the best chance possible."

"Little one will have us as parents, right?" Bucky grinned up at him. "What's better than that?"

Chris grinned. Bucky rose up to claim her lips in a gentle kiss. "How do you feel, doll baby?"

Steve's finger had resumed toying with the top of her stocking, Bucky had pulled her against him so tightly her center was rubbing against his tight stomach and abs.

"I'm feeling pretty good right now," Chris said against his lips.

Bucky's mouth left a trail of soft, enticing kisses over her jaw to just below her ear because he knew it drove her crazy. "Yeah, if I remember right there was some pretty big talk a couple of days ago about wearing us out, so much so that we'd be sleeping for a couple of days."

Chris gasped as his lips and tongue teased the sensitive column of her throat, the lobe of her ear.

Steve's eyes darkened a little as he watched, his hand on her thigh now, the fingertips teasing the flesh above her stocking.

"Think he was serious?" Chris asked Bucky even though her gaze was locked with Steve's.

"You think I wasn't serious about my plan?" Steve's voice was deep, his hand sliding up between her thighs, teasing her above her panties.

"Well –"

Steve claimed her mouth for a kiss, pressing her onto her back as Bucky scrambled to reposition himself. He took her breath away with the heated kiss, catching her gasp in his mouth as his hand slid inside her panties and into the wetness that had gathered there.

Pulling back, Steve smirked down at her. "It kind of feels like you thought I was serious, Chris."

Bucky grinned as he stretched out next to them. "You wet for us, doll? Did you miss us?"

Steve's fingers were too gentle, sliding through her folds to tease her opening and then sliding back up to her clit. He devastated her with kisses across her mouth, over her jaw to her neck to tease as Bucky had resumed doing on the other side. Chris was already writhing beneath them.

"Wait," Steve pulled back, glancing from Chris to Bucky. "Is it okay to be doing this?"

"It's okay," Chris wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him back down to her. Bucky hadn't paused. "Please."

Steve's fingers resumed their movement and she felt Bucky's metal hand sliding beneath her to pull down the zipper of her dress. Once the top of her dress was loosened, they wasted no time in pulling it down and getting rid of her bra. Bucky grinned as he dipped his head to press a kiss to the top of her left breast.

"I can't wait to see these change," he whispered, beginning to tease her nipple with his tongue.

"Is that your way of saying my boobs are too small?" Chris teased him, gasping for breath because Steve had two fingers inside her now.

Bucky chuckled around her nipple now. When he finally released it, he winked at her. "Not at all. I love your boobs. But there will be more for us to enjoy as the pregnancy goes along, yeah?"

Steve trailed kisses over her collarbone, down over her other breast, teasing her as Bucky was. Chris was about to lose her mind but then Steve continued moving down her body. His hand ceased its movements and his fingers pulled free of her and she whined at their loss.

Steve tossed up her skirt and yanked down her panties impatiently. Heat pooled at her center before he stopped, meeting her gaze as he sucked those two fingers into his mouth. Those fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons, pulling the dress shirt open and out of his slacks before pulling off the undershirt. It was so mesmerizing that Bucky had paused what he was doing to watch with her.

"That never gets old," Bucky smoothed a hand up Steve's chest. "God, you're gorgeous."

Steve caught the back of Bucky's head and pulled him up for a steamy kiss that had Chris heating up just watching them.

Steve released him, leaving Bucky looking dazed and he moved down the bed, situating himself between Chris's thighs. Steve made no secret about loving the thigh high stockings when she wore them, pressing kisses to the lace cuffs at the top before moving up over her heated flesh. When his mouth closed over her mound Chris gasped and Bucky was right there, capturing her cries and gasps in his mouth as he kissed her senseless.

While Steve's mouth was magic, when his fingers came back into play, she found herself quickly on the edge. He knew just how to gently rub that spot inside her that drove her wild while his tongue worked her clit with a delicacy that had her losing her mind. Bucky was all too happy to hold her still for Steve, stealing her breath with enticing kisses.

The orgasm wrecked her, leaving her a shaking mess beneath them. Steve eased her down, pressing a kiss to her tummy.

"I'm not done with you yet, Sweetheart," Steve warned her in a heated way that was little out of character for him. But she loved it.

Steve then pounced on Bucky who groaned madly at having Steve's weight on him, he loved that, and the taste of Chris on his lips. Steve roughly yanked off Bucky's sweater, scrambled to pull off his jeans. He didn't let Bucky push them past his thighs when he got his mouth on him, swallowing Bucky down as their dark-haired lover just scrambled to hold on.

"Jesus, Steve." Bucky was fighting for breath while Steve's cheeks hollowed out, working his cock for all he was worth. When Steve groaned deeply, she thought Bucky would come then and there but somehow he held on.

Chris slid up to Bucky, her fingers teasing his nipples as she pressed kisses around his neck and chest. He grabbed her chin and claimed her mouth for a sensual kiss as Steve continued to take him apart.

"Steve, baby," he struggled to speak against Chris's lips, "I'm… "

Steve groaned again and that pushed Bucky over the edge. He held onto Steve's hair, working his hips as Steve took everything he had and swallowed it down.

Rising from the bed, Steve's attention turned back to Chris and her core tightened at the aggression he didn't normally use. Yeah, he'd devastated Bucky, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Quickly he pulled off his jeans before climbing up the bed, situating several pillows against the headboard before sitting with his back pressed against it.

"Come here, Sweetheart," he bid her, his blue eyes blazing.

Chris crawled up to him and was surprised when he clutched her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her bare except for her stockings and she knew he wanted those left on.

His hand was working his cock, his breath coming fast. Chris was thinking she wanted to get her mouth on him, but he shook his head. Picking her up as if she weighed nothing, he situated her over his lap.

"Ride me," he whispered.

Chris did technically. She loved the burn as he pressed into her, opening her up to fill her in a way that had her body craving release. When they began to move, with his hands on her hips, he did most of the work for her and she did enjoy watching those muscles work as he moved her up and down the impressive length of his cock.

It didn't take much for Chris to reach the edge. All she could really do was hold on as he moved her as he wanted, leaning forward to tease her breasts with his lips as he did. He brought her off once, twice. When he showed no signs of slowing down after the second time, Chris pressed her hands to his chest to get his attention.

"Need a break?" he asked gently.

Chris nodded, panting. "I can…" and she reached for his cock as he slid out of her.

Steve claimed her mouth for a kiss before he pulled back, his gaze landing on Bucky who laid on his side watching them, his cock hard and ready in his metal hand.

To Chris, that was so hot.

Gently Steve put Chris in his place, with the pillows and headboard at her back, and reached into his nightstand for lube. Bucky's eyes gleamed in anticipation because he had an idea what Steve meant to do.

Bucky grinned in delight as Steve manhandled him onto his stomach, pretty much between Chris's still quivering thighs. Then his mouth went slack, his eyes closed as Steve began working him open with his fingers and then… his mouth.

Chris had never seen either of them do that before. When they loved each other, it usually seemed very tame compared to this. Oh, she wasn't complaining. Watching had her body humming in excitement which didn't really seem possible given the three orgasms she'd already had.

"Fuck," Bucky gasped out as Steve worked him, determined about it.

Slowly Bucky's blue eyes slid open and his gaze moved greedily over Chris's form. She'd pulled her knees up and together but he wasn't having that. Bucky gently grabbed her ankles, pulling them apart and down the bed to put her center right where he wanted, in front of his face.

"My turn, doll baby," he whispered.

Behind him, Steve groaned his approval. The wet sounds that filled the room were filthy and Bucky had her about to come again in no time, but he backed off each time just before she reached that point, leaving her crying out in frustration.

"I'm going to take care of you, doll baby," he promised.

Bucky pulled her down the bed and beneath him, forcing Steve to adjust his movements but they made it work. Chris was on edge as Bucky pressed slowly into her, filling her again while Steve still worked his fingers into Bucky's ass.

Despite Steve tormenting him, Bucky was careful with her, keeping his movements smooth and gentle, taking care to keep his weight off her. He dipped his head to take her breast into his mouth as he moved within her, his cock rock hard and filling her up.

Steve sat up to watch them, his hands still working Bucky but his gaze on Chris as Bucky fucked her between them, his movements gaining speed. When his metal hand slid between them to gently rub at her clit, that was all that she needed. Chris cried out as the orgasm swept her away for the moment.

When she came back to the world, the entire bed was shaking and her with it. Bucky was pressed face down on the mattress and Steve's cock was buried in his ass, pounding him in a way that alarmed her at first, but that Bucky apparently loved if the way he was clutching the sheets and moaning were any indication. Steve held him down with a powerful hand at the back of his neck, looking blissed out as he appeared to be nearing his release. It occurred to her that this was likely how they were when she wasn't around.

Steve's gaze moved back and forth between her and Bucky. Emotionally he was gauging her reaction, wanting her to be okay with how her two men were with each other.

It was brutally hot. Chris had impossibly come four times, had Bucky's come leaking from between her own thighs. Chris moved a hand down to her slightly sore folds and felt it, Steve's eyes were riveted on the play of her fingers.

Steve's emotions were a wicked blend of elation and shame as he watched. She'd known early on that Bucky had some kinks, but Steve had always downplayed his, at least around her.

Bucky turned his head toward her, groaning as he watched her roll onto her side. Chris was inviting them to see more. She may be done but she really wanted to wind them up. Keeping her top leg propped up and open, she pulled her other knee up to give them a good view.

Chris used her slim fingers to toy with her folds, to dip into what Bucky had left inside her.

"Bucky came so much, Steve," she whispered, holding Steve's heated gaze. His hips didn't cease slamming into Bucky as he watched, but his motions were becoming erratic. "Look at it all."

And Steve could see very well what she was doing, groaning and pushing into Bucky even harder.

"When you make him come again, will it be this much?" Chris asked Steve in a low voice.

Steve startled her when he grabbed her wrist, sucking those fingers into his mouth. Groaning at the taste, he lunged forward, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under her hips and dragged her where he wanted her as he continued to fuck into Bucky. Angling himself, he pinned down her lower body and began cleaning her up with his mouth, his tongue working to get everything Bucky had left as he continued to fuck him senseless.

Watching that, Bucky came hard. Chris couldn't see but she sure as hell felt his bliss as Steve continued to eat her out until she was a quivering mess on the edge of release. The smooth strokes of his tongue inside of her finished her off as she screamed this time, the sound blistering in the quiet room.

"Steve," Bucky pleaded beneath him, looking so blissed out he didn't appear to even know what he was pleading for.

"Give me one more," Steve ordered him in his Captain's voice and that really had Chris wishing she wasn't completely spent. She remembered the night when Bucky was on mission and Steve had told her that he wanted to try both of them being inside of her, had ordered her around…

Bucky's cry was muffled in the bedding as he came. Steve didn't even let him come down before pounding into his hard, finally finding his own release and Chris marveled at how long he'd held on for that.

Chris dozed even though she was aware of movement around her. She opened her eyes when Bucky gently lifted her from the bed, carrying her into the bathroom and turning on the shower. He looked exhausted but happy as he washed them up, gently washing her hair and somehow keeping her on her feet at the same time.

The bed had been changed by the time Bucky had her dry and dressed in one of Steve's shirts. They were cuddled up together and dozing when Steve came back from his shower and joined them in bed naked, something else he didn't often do.

Chris was liking the changes.

"After all that," Chris murmured, "I think Stevie should be in the middle. Don't you, Buck?"

Steve actually blushed as he climbed up on the bed and they snuggled up on either side of them.

"Was that… good?"

Bucky laughed. "That was fucking amazing, Pal. I'm ready to sleep for the next week."

Chris hummed her agreement. "I'll never question your plan again, Captain."

Before too long Bucky was snoring on the other side of Steve, she was dozing. Chris smiled at one point, Steve had turned on his football games.

"Sweetheart, was that too rough for you?" Steve asked after a while. "I was just thinking maybe we should be more careful now…"

Her heart broke a little that he was so worried about being himself.

"It was perfect, Steve." Stretching up, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Just like you."

"I don't want to be perfect," he told her. "I just want to be what you both want."

"You're what we both want and need," she whispered. "You are. You'll make a really good father."

Steve's smile was beautiful as he rolled to face her, placing his hand gently over her tummy.

"I'd given up on thinking I'd ever get this chance," he whispered.

Chris placed her hand over his, basking in those emotions and drifting off into a deep sleep.