Peter woke up what must have been a few hours later, in Steve's arms. For a moment he found it peaceful, until he realized Bucky was standing at the foot of the bed staring at them.

"Wake up," Bucky said.

"I'm awake," Peter said. Steve stirred beside him.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, suddenly alert and sitting straight up.

"I've got bad news and worse news," Bucky said.

"Okay, bad news first," Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Bad news. There's going to be a party tonight. Your attendance will be required," Bucky said.

"A party like last night?" Steve asked.

"Sort of."

"What's the worse news?" Peter asked.

Bucky sighed. "Look, I don't know how to explain this or sugarcoat it or whatever so I'm just going to say it."

Except he didn't say anything.

"It's alright, Bucky. I knew what I was getting into," Steve said.

"No, you really didn't," Bucky said. "You and Peter are the guests of honor."

Peter didn't like the sound of that one bit. "But I'm not a whore anymore, I'm a sex slave," he whined.

"Yes, you're a sex slave," Bucky agreed. "And Steve is your master. And Steve is working for Brock which means…"

"No," Steve said. "He can't do that. We had an agreement."

"Did the agreement go something like 'no one can so much as touch him besides you.'?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, that sounds about the just of it," Peter said.

No one said anything for a moment or two.

"Well," Bucky said. "Consider this a very public consummation of your arrangement."

"Shit," Steve said.

"Language," Bucky said, a small smirk on his face.

"Whatever, I've done worse," Peter said. "Well, had worse done to me, anyway."

Steve didn't seem cheered up by this any. "I won't do it."

"You know the chivalry is really great and cool but if you don't I have to have sex with Rumlow again and he quote won't be so gentle next time, unquote," Peter said.

Steve said nothing for a moment, tears forming. He touched Peter's wrists which were chafed and bruised. "Did he do this to you?"

"Yeah," Peter said. He thought about telling Steve not to touch his wrists because they still stung but he felt starved for physical contact with someone safe. He wanted Steve to hold him. He almost started tearing up, too. Steve was gonna do a lot more than hold him tonight.

"What should we expect?" Steve asked Bucky.

"I have no idea. I've never seen this happen before. Best case you fuck him on stage…" Bucky but his lip.

"What's worse case then?" Steve asked.

"I don't know. It's Rumlow. If he asks for something specific the sky's the limit. He's creative," Bucky said.

Peter nestled up against Steve, being close wasn't enough. Steve put an arm around him.

"It'll be okay," Steve said, but he didn't believe it. "Do you want to sit down, Buck?"

"I don't want to sit down for a while, if you catch my drift," Bucky said.

"What did Brock do?" Peter asked.

"Nothing fancy, just the paddle," Bucky said. "Don't worry about it Peter."

"Do you want to lie down?" Steve asked.

Bucky nodded and laid at the edge of the bed on his side. Peter and Steve laid back down. This time Peter was in the middle. He liked having a strong man on either side to protect him.

"Daddy?" Peter said.

"Call me Steve, honey."

Peter tried to find the right words. He wanted to know if Steve like-liked him but it seemed ridiculous to ask in this situation. "Never mind."

Steve didn't press, he just stroked Peter's hair silently, trying to soothe him.

"Steve Rogers, please report to the main office," JARVIS said over the intercom.

What could it be now?

Three hours later Peter and Bucky were still lying in Peter's (and now Steve's) bed. Steve didn't return.

Peter broke the silence. "What do you think he's doing?"

"Steve or Rumlow?" Bucky asked.

"Steve, I was thinking. But both," Peter said.

"I'm guessing they're together and only one is having fun," Bucky said.

"He called Steve to the office not the basement," Peter pointed out.

"True. Maybe he's with another client. Maybe Tony, he was here yesterday," Bucky said. Peter wondered if Bucky was trying to cheer him up.

"Tony wouldn't take three hours," Peter said.

Bucky laughed. "You're right."

"Peter Parker, please report to the main office."

"Wish me luck, I guess," Peter said.

Bucky said nothing, instead ruffling Peter's hair and attempting a smile in response.

Peter walked to the main office slowly, his heart racing. He had a hard time forcing himself to open the door to Brock's office, but it would probably be worse if he didn't go.

This time Brock was already facing him and didn't swivel his chair for effect. "Hello, Peter."

"Hello, Mr. Rumlow."

"What happened to calling me Daddy?" Rumlow asked.

"Steve's my Daddy now," Peter said.

Brock sighed. "You're right, as much as I hate to admit it. I wish you were still mine."

Peter wasn't sure what to say and stayed quiet. He was pretty sure anything he said at this point would make things worse for him and for Steve.

"Speaking of Steve," Rumlow continued. "We're supposed to be holding a party for him tonight, but I'm not sure he's in much shape for that…"

"What did you do to him?" Peter asked, trying to keep his tone conversational.

"Not much at all. He broke very easily. You're so much stronger than him, Peter."

"Where is my Daddy?" Peter asked.

"The infirmary. Why don't you go see if you convince him to keep our party date tonight?" Brock said.

Peter left without saying another word. He had no idea where the infirmary was, but after wandering the halls long enough he found it. It looked like a simple doctor's office. Steve sat there looking unharmed. Was Rumlow tricking him? Was Steve okay?

"Steve?" Peter said. Steve did not react visibly. Peter shook his shoulder. "Daddy?"

"Peter," Steve said, his voice croaky.

"Did he hurt you?" Peter asked.

Steve looked up at Peter in surprise. "No, I don't think so."

"What happened?"

"I don't remember," Steve said, but he looked away and Peter was sure he was lying.

"Brock said he broke you."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Are you coming to the party tonight?" Peter asked.

"Yeah. I don't have much choice," Steve said. "Neither do you."

"Are you bossing me around, Daddy?" Peter joked.

"I'm sorry, Pete. I think it's just best you listen to me this time," Steve said. "Let's go get ready for the party." He checked his watch. "It's starting soon."

"What should I wear?"

"I really don't think it's going to matter, hon."