AN: I apologize if this isn't how you pictured it, I just stink at this sort of writing apparently. But there is more to come!
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"SIGNING."
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I sat there, mouth hanging open as I tried to process this. They knew?! How long had they known? How had they figured it out? Or who had told them? Why? Were they angry that I had kept it from them? Disappointed?
And, more importantly, what did they think of me being their soulmate?
As I wrestled with these thoughts in my head, Steve spoke again.
"We found out just after you were taken. I found your notepad." He reached over to the bedside table and I saw he had brought it with him, with my blood splattered confession still on the first page. The blood had dried into a dirty brown, but I still shuddered, thinking of that day. Who was to say that this was my blood? I took the notepad and ripped the page I had written on out, along with the page under it for good measure. They seemed to understand that I didn't like the sight of the blood and quickly put the papers behind them, out of view. But they didn't throw them away. They were probably wanting to keep them for some odd, sentimental reason, gory as it was. Bucky magically obtained a pen from somewhere and gave it to me, giving me a small smile. I just stared at them blankly. I didn't understand. Why weren't they yelling at me? Or chiding me? Or anything?
"Doll? You going to say anything? Well…write anything." Usually Bucky's strange brand of humor made me giggle, but not this time. I just looked back and forth between the super soldiers, as if waiting for a bomb to go off. After a few more seconds of awkward silence they sighed deeply.
"Sweetheart, for this to work, you kind of need to respond." I blinked owlishly at them before putting the pen to the paper.
"I'm not sure what you want me to say." I heard them breathe out sighs of relief as I finally started to communicate with them.
"How about an explanation? Why didn't you tell us, sweetheart?" Steve's sweet, earnest expression made me squirm; why was he being so nice?! I just couldn't understand it.
"It's really not that complicated." I hedged. Bucky shook his head.
"Well, enlighten us, because it's sure as hell complicated to us." Steve nodded in agreement to Bucky's words and I chewed on my lower lip, pondering what I was going to write. For a few minutes there was nothing but the sound of my pen scraping against the paper as I tried my best to explain my reasoning.
"You already had each other. I was just this intruder, and you didn't even know you were part of a triad. You didn't need me, you were already so perfect together. Clint and Tasha wanted me to tell you, but I wanted to wait until I knew you better, that way I would know if it would even work out between us IF I told you. Then after spending so much time together, I realized that I was kind of falling in love with you two. I was going to tell you the night of the concert, but then you got called away for the mission and it was immediately your first priority. You completely forgot about me, and I just assumed it was because I obviously wasn't important enough in your minds. That kind of settled that I wasn't going to tell you, but it seems you found out anyway. I'm sorry if this makes it awkward for you, and I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore. I don't want to make your relationship hard or anything…" After I finished off the last word, I simply handed the pad of paper off to Steve and let him read with Bucky doing the same over his shoulder. I continued biting my lips nervously, fidgeting with my fingers as I waited for their response. I didn't want them to stop being my friends, I would miss them too much, but I also didn't want to intrude on their established relationship. I knew if they rejected me I would probably pine away, like Bruce had predicted, but I wasn't going to tell them that, for fear of influencing their decision. After finishing my paragraph, Bucky and Steve both just stared at me, disbelief clear.
"Angel, you are such an idiot." Bucky finally said, much to my offense. Before I could do anything though, he leaned forward and kissed me.
And what a kiss.
It was rough and filled with passion as his tongue swiped against my lips for permission to enter, which I gave with a gasp. After a moment's hesitation, I began kissing him back, pouring every ounce of longing and desire I had held for them in the past months. His fingers carded through my hair as he dragged me closer to his warm body, practically placing me in his lap. I returned the favor, running my fingers through his dark brown locks, losing myself to the love and lust that permeated the air. Finally, I had to break away to breathe, gasping for air as Bucky continued to kiss down my neck.
"My turn." I heard vaguely before I was lifted into Steve's arms and my lips were claimed again. Where Bucky was passionate and assertive, Steve was sweet and loving, his mouth moving against mine in a gentle dance. Bucky came up behind me and Steve released my mouth to give Bucky a lingering kiss over my shoulder. It was probably the hottest thing I had ever seen. I squirmed between the two, not wanting to be left out and they broke apart to grin down at me.
"This is how it's going to be from now on, doll. Just the three of us." My eyes widened and I looked between the two of them, who were looking at me with amusement.
"We didn't want to approach you because we thought you had a soulmate yourself, sweetheart."
"See? All this could have been avoided if you had just come out and told us, doll." Bucky teased, gently tickling my sides, making me giggle. I grabbed hold of his hand and brought it to my cheek, nuzzling into it. He smiled and softly pushed away some hair away from my face before sobering. "Now that we've established that we're soulmates, there's going to be a few changes." I eyed him warily, not sure where he was going with this. He nodded to Steve and he picked me up and placed me so I could see them both again.
"Angel, we want you to move in with us." My jaw dropped. I thought they would be hesitant to do something big like that, considering their 1940's ideals. "Not just for all of us, but for you. It's not good for you to stay holed up in your room. You're wasting away and Bucky and I can't and won't let you do that. If you move in with us, we can help take care of you, and get you through this with as little pain as possible. We know what it's like to suffer from PTSD, trust me, we know. And trust us when we say it's easier to get through when you have your soulmate by your side." Bucky nodded in agreement to Steve's words, kissing his cheek. I noticed that they were being more outward in their physical affection in my presence now, as if they were no longer trying to hide their more intimate moments. It made my heart swell with joy at the thought that they were actually including me in those moments.
"We also want you to communicate with someone about what you're going through. Even if it's just me or Steve, but I think Sam would be able to help you a lot since he runs a support group for people with PTSD." I looked down in shame, thinking how weak I was that I was suffering the same things that those that had been on active duty suffered. "Hey, hey. None of that. I can see what you're thinking and what you went through is definitely reason enough to be suffering."
"Buck's right. You went through a traumatic experience. We don't judge you based on how bad the experience was. There's no scale. You went through it and are struggling, period. That's it. There's no reason to be ashamed. Like we said, both Bucky and I have suffered from the effects of PTSD too. Does that make us weak?" I shook my head vehemently. Steve smiled. "Then it doesn't make you weak either." I bit back tears at his kind words and I gave them a watery smile, trying to convey my thanks without words. I went ahead and signed 'thank you' to them, hoping they would understand at least that. They did.
"You're welcome." They chorused, making me huff out a laugh.
"Come on. Bucky can pick some of your clothes out, but I'm going to carry you up to our floor. First things first, you need a good night's sleep, and I can tell by the bags under your eyes you haven't been getting any." I quickly grabbed my pencil and pad of paper as Steve lifted me up out of my bed as if I weighed nothing. I suppose, to him, I did. He frowned down at my slight, bony form. "And you need to eat more. You're skin and bone!"
"That won't be a problem with your cooking, punk. Angel will be happy and healthy before we know it." Bucky piped up from my closet, poking his head out to give me a wink. I blushed, thinking that he would also be going through my undergarments, but considering he was my soulmate, I guess I didn't really mind that much. Steve smirked and began moving me towards my front door and the elevator. When he pushed open the door, we were greeted by the rest of the Avengers and company, caught red handed eavesdropping. Most of them at least had the decency to look a bit sheepish, but Darcy and Tony were grinning from ear to ear when they saw me in Steve's arms. I blushed beet red and hid my face in his shoulder, feeling his chest rumble from his silent laughter.
"Finally! I thought you guys were going to dance around each other forever! It was getting tedious!" Tony exclaimed, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Darcy nodded enthusiastically in agreement, apparently having been filled in by the others on the situation. I glanced cautiously at Clint and Natasha, worried about their reaction to my state and cringed when I saw their thunderous expressions.
"If you don't let Steve and Bucky take care of you, we will. And trust me, you don't want Clint and I to kick your ass into gear." Natasha stated clearly, her tone warning. I gulped. I knew she was serious. She then gave me a small smile. "That being said, I'm glad you finally got your head out of your ass and are together now. You're all good for each other."
"You do realize I'm going to have to give you and Barnes the Dad talk, right Rogers?" Clint eyed us with mock suspicion, as if he didn't trust his own teammate. Steve laughed.
"Looking forward to that, Clint. Hope there will be snacks." He teased, causing me to laugh lightly. "Now if you'll all excuse us, Angel here needs a good night's sleep."
"And sleeping is ALL you'll be doing, correct?" Clint questioned, raising a brow. I raised mine as well glancing towards myself and then back at him. He deflated a little. "Okay, yeah. You're too tired to do anything I need to be worried about. But if I even think you're doing something to my little girl, Rogers, then I'll be dropping through the air vents to shoot your ass!"
"Lighten up, Barton. You should be grateful our girl has such good protectors on her side." Bucky said as he came sauntering into the hallway, a bag of my things thrown over his shoulder. With that Bucky began herding Steve, and thus me, towards the elevator.
"Wait!" I heard and Steve turned around for me to see Darcy racing back down the hallway. "I need to speak with Angel alone. So, let her go Cap." Darcy demanded and I blushed once again, knowing that I was too weak to stand on my own.
"You're just going to have to deal with us, Darcy. Angel's too tired to even stand. Make this quick." Bucky grumbled, arms crossed in irritation.
"Seriously?! Damnit Angel if they weren't taking care of you I would kick your ass!" At Steve and Bucky's warning growls she changed topics quickly. "I just wanted to let you know I am expecting a full report on if these two are as hot in bed as they look. That is all." She walked away as I laughed at Bucky and Steve's dumbfounded expressions and slight blushes. At least I wasn't the only one turning red this time. As we got into the elevator to make our way up to their suite Steve looked down at me, a note of worry in his eyes.
"She was kidding, right Angel?" I merely grinned.
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AN: Sorry that I couldn't do more M rated things, but remember how weak Angel is. She can't do anything too strenuous and just kissing them left her exhausted. I will not be writing smut, I tried and it didn't work out so well. So sorry for those of you that wanted some threesome action.