Ficlet - Steve/Peggy/Bucky
This is a snippet I wrote to get myself out of a slump. It's an LJ/DW exclusive;)
All Things Undone 'verse, though I won't say if it's canon for that verse or not.
Edit: I originally mistitled this Steve/Peggy/Steve and omg now I want double the Steve fic...
“Peggy, this isn’t what it looks like.” Steve tried to extricate himself from Bucky’s arms, but it was kinda hard when one of those arms was made of metal.
She had placed one hand over her mouth and was shaking. Steve reached out, horrified. He’d never meant to hurt her, he loved Peggy so much, but he also loved Bucky too.
“Oh Steve.” She hiccuped and Steve realized she wasn’t crying, she was laughing. “You owe Natasha twenty dollars.”
To Steve’s horror he discovered that last comment was meant for Bucky. “Wait, what?”
Bucky still hadn’t let Steve out of his grip. “We had a bet going on when you’d finally tell Peg about us. She had that you wouldn’t say anything till you got caught.”
All of his friends were evil people. “Wait, you knew?” he turned back to Peggy.
The laughter had faded, and she looked at him with that soft gaze. “Steve, I knew in 1943 how you felt about Bucky.”
Oh.
“I didn’t intend on acting on it, not without talking to you.”
“Hence my half of the bet,” Bucky grumbled. “Didn’t expect you to flat out kiss me.”
“You were the one licking the cream off of the cinnamon bun,” Steve accused, as if that explained everything.
Peggy sauntered across the room. She took Bucky’s jaw in her hands and inspected it. “Yes, I see, cream. That explains everything. “
And to his shock, she leaned in and kissed Bucky, all within an arm’s length of Steve standing right there. “Wait, you two?”
She pulled back and licked her lips. “Well, not yet, but I’m certainly open to the idea.”
“I always did like you,” Bucky said.
Steve wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. “I’m confused.”
Peggy took him by one arm, looping their hands together. Bucky had him by the other. “The French have had a name for it for a long time. Menage a trois. Didn’t you all tease Dernier about it that one night?”
She’d begun to lead them out of the kitchen, and Steve felt like he was being marched somewhere, with Bucky flanking his other side.
“I remember that,” Bucky said, sounding surprised. It was always hit or miss what he remembered. “Gabe was the one who started it. We were sitting around the fire, waiting for...something.”
“Half the war was waiting for something to happen,” Steve finally felt like he could contribute, though his own memories of the conversation in question were rather vague. Some nights he remembered with perfect clarity, others not so much. He supposed they would all fade with time, although he counted himself lucky to have two people to remember the past with him. This wasn’t true two years ago, before they got Bucky his memory back, and found Peggy out of Howard’s machine. “But, you two, you can’t be serious. Does that really...work?”
They both laughed, and Steve felt just a moment, like that skinny kid back in Brooklyn.
“Clearly someone has shirked their responsibilities regarding your pop culture education,” Peggy tsked. “I’ll have to have words with Tony Stark.”
“Please don’t.”
Somehow they’d made it to the elevator, and within moments, Steve knew, they’d be standing in front of someone’s apartment door. He wasn’t entirely sure he knew what was going to happen then. Only that he very much looked forward to it.
All Things Undone 'verse, though I won't say if it's canon for that verse or not.
Edit: I originally mistitled this Steve/Peggy/Steve and omg now I want double the Steve fic...
“Peggy, this isn’t what it looks like.” Steve tried to extricate himself from Bucky’s arms, but it was kinda hard when one of those arms was made of metal.
She had placed one hand over her mouth and was shaking. Steve reached out, horrified. He’d never meant to hurt her, he loved Peggy so much, but he also loved Bucky too.
“Oh Steve.” She hiccuped and Steve realized she wasn’t crying, she was laughing. “You owe Natasha twenty dollars.”
To Steve’s horror he discovered that last comment was meant for Bucky. “Wait, what?”
Bucky still hadn’t let Steve out of his grip. “We had a bet going on when you’d finally tell Peg about us. She had that you wouldn’t say anything till you got caught.”
All of his friends were evil people. “Wait, you knew?” he turned back to Peggy.
The laughter had faded, and she looked at him with that soft gaze. “Steve, I knew in 1943 how you felt about Bucky.”
Oh.
“I didn’t intend on acting on it, not without talking to you.”
“Hence my half of the bet,” Bucky grumbled. “Didn’t expect you to flat out kiss me.”
“You were the one licking the cream off of the cinnamon bun,” Steve accused, as if that explained everything.
Peggy sauntered across the room. She took Bucky’s jaw in her hands and inspected it. “Yes, I see, cream. That explains everything. “
And to his shock, she leaned in and kissed Bucky, all within an arm’s length of Steve standing right there. “Wait, you two?”
She pulled back and licked her lips. “Well, not yet, but I’m certainly open to the idea.”
“I always did like you,” Bucky said.
Steve wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. “I’m confused.”
Peggy took him by one arm, looping their hands together. Bucky had him by the other. “The French have had a name for it for a long time. Menage a trois. Didn’t you all tease Dernier about it that one night?”
She’d begun to lead them out of the kitchen, and Steve felt like he was being marched somewhere, with Bucky flanking his other side.
“I remember that,” Bucky said, sounding surprised. It was always hit or miss what he remembered. “Gabe was the one who started it. We were sitting around the fire, waiting for...something.”
“Half the war was waiting for something to happen,” Steve finally felt like he could contribute, though his own memories of the conversation in question were rather vague. Some nights he remembered with perfect clarity, others not so much. He supposed they would all fade with time, although he counted himself lucky to have two people to remember the past with him. This wasn’t true two years ago, before they got Bucky his memory back, and found Peggy out of Howard’s machine. “But, you two, you can’t be serious. Does that really...work?”
They both laughed, and Steve felt just a moment, like that skinny kid back in Brooklyn.
“Clearly someone has shirked their responsibilities regarding your pop culture education,” Peggy tsked. “I’ll have to have words with Tony Stark.”
“Please don’t.”
Somehow they’d made it to the elevator, and within moments, Steve knew, they’d be standing in front of someone’s apartment door. He wasn’t entirely sure he knew what was going to happen then. Only that he very much looked forward to it.