[Fic/Marve Movie!verse] Shifting Dynamics -- Like A Switch
Title: Shifting Dynamics -- Like A Switch
Author: Chibimono Akuno
Fandom: Marvel Movie!verse -- Iron Man 1 & 2, Captain America, The Avengers
Pairing: Bucky/Steve/Tony
Rating: R
Word Count: 1694
Warnings: Polygamous relationship. Violence, could possibly be read as domestic. Mentioning of traumatic memories surfacing.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Just pretending.
Summary: What would normally be a fun time in the kitchen is ruined by a darkness that's been lurking deep inside.
A/N: A part of the arc The Return Of Cold Days, in which Bucky uncovers the demons hidden inside, while Steve and Tony try to reach out for him. Takes place post-movie, canon-wise, and after the arc Finding The Pattern Of The Weave. Shifting Dynamics masterlist can be found here.
Shifting Dynamics:
Like A Switch
by Chibimono Akuno
“Mr. Barnes, Captain Rogers wishes to inform you that he needs assistance with KP duties.”
Tony sighed, putting down his tools as Bucky looked to the ceiling for JARVIS’ voice. “Damn. I need you here, but I don’t feel like being gunned down by his mean pout.”
“After dinner then?” Bucky shrugged. “Oh, and I hope you don’t have some kind of aversion to it, but I’m gonna go fuck Steve on your kitchen counter.”
Tony snorted, patting Bucky on his good shoulder. “Go right ahead. I’ve already broke in the kitchen with him. Have all the fun you want. Just save me some action for dessert.”
“Then don’t be late for dinner,” Bucky said, he voice low as he snatched up Tony’s hand and pulled him close.
Tony gave him a sly smirk as he looked over Bucky’s face. “And what makes you think you’ll both have dinner done anytime soon?” When Bucky quirked a naughty grin, Tony could feel his interest drying up in his project for the evening.
“You’re not the only one that can multitask around here, ya know.”
Tony licked his lips and tugged Bucky along out of his workshop. “I know… But I want you to show me.”
In a trip that should only take a minute or two with the personal elevator from Tony’s shop to his penthouse, Tony and Bucky lingered for long minutes against walls in the halls and elevator itself, kissing like they were hungry for more than what Steve had planned on the menu. Just from the way Bucky pinned him with his whole body, bit down hard on his shoulder and growled, Tony knew it was going to be wise to sit this one out.
Bucky was in a mood, the feisty one that meant sharp teeth and rough fingers, fast, hard, and more than a little painful. Tony still hadn’t figured out where it came from, what flipped the switch in Bucky to push him from his playful, rough-and-tumble way and into a downright dangerous predator. The difference was instant and all Tony could do was pass him off onto Steve. Steve, who could take the abuse, who fought back with just as much force or surrendered willingly to him.
Steve must have heard the elevator ding, calling out “Bucky?” when no one came into the kitchen. The sound of his name drew Bucky’s attention from the dark mark he was teething against Tony’s collarbone, licking his lips as his eyes darkened further. Tony used the distraction to grab hold of Bucky’s shirt front and pulled him in the direction of the kitchen. Bucky’s hand was a vice clamp as it wrapped around Tony’s wrist and tried to pull him back, teeth clicking as he threateningly nipped at Tony, his grin devilish. Tony just smirked and continued pulling him along.
At the kitchen doorway, Tony let go and set to watching Bucky slink his way around the cabinets to get to Steve. “We’re here to help, Cap. And by ‘help’, we mean ‘you both are fucking on the counters while I watch’.”
“I just needed him to peel potatoes,” Steve said, color was already flying up into his cheeks, his smile confused at the sudden attention being pushed on him. Even after all they’ve played together, Steve could still look so innocently surpised to have someone turn on him with deep interest.
Bucky crowded him against the double wall oven, pawing at the mostly clean apron in an attempt to get it off, to get to skin. “Hey, fella,” he said, voice low and nearly lost in a exhale, tugging Steve down for a burning kiss by the neck strap of the apron.
Steve smiled against Bucky’s mouth, nipped at his tongue as it tried to invade. “Hey yourself,” he hummed, pushing damp, clean hands into Bucky’s thick hair, tipping his head back to slant his mouth perfectly over Bucky’s.
Bucky’s fingers worked over Steve’s clothes, pulling and prying at seams. He pushed in against Steve, slipping a thigh between Steve’s, pinning his taller form against the pre-heating ovens with a quiet growl. “Take it off or I’ll take it apart…”
Steve licked into Bucky’s mouth with a dangerous laugh, a finger slipping under the top button at Bucky’s collar. With a quick tug, the button popped free and bounced off Steve’s chest, challenge accepted. “Take it apart, then.”
Tony perched on the corner of the island counter, legs spread comfortably to either side of the pointed edge, in clear view of the action. He leaned back on one palm while the other worked lazily at his half hard cock though his threadbare and oil stained jeans, settling in as he watched his lovers start their dance. They were sizing each other up; Bucky pushing for dominance and Steve holding the line to see how much ground Bucky wanted to take. Steve would surrender if he wanted, but he never completely gave in.
Licking his lips, Tony sighed at the match of wills sparking, breath eased out in a low, “Ooooh…” The apron and thin white teeshirt were no trouble to tear with bear hands and Bucky could have made a quick clear of them.
But there was a pocket knife in his hand-Tony didn’t even see him reach for it, didn’t see him open it-and it slipped easily under the apron strap. The move caught Steve off guard, too, and he shifted just slightly, enough so that Bucky’s follow through of cutting the apron strap caused the tip of the blade to catch at Steve’s chin.
Thankful for JARVIS’ recording of everything, Tony wouldn’t have had a clue what happened in the next few seconds if he wasn’t able to watch it again, slowed frame by frame.
Bucky and Steve both froze for an instant, blood welling to the surface at the small nick. And then Bucky was almost completely silent in his movements, like a miniature blackhole had sucked all sound away from his body. The knife in his good hand, he drove it forward at Steve’s side, missing by a fraction of an inch as Steve’s faster still reflexes had him shifting away. The knife embedded in the wall by the ovens and Steve’s elbow knocked Bucky’s hand from it, Steve’s other hand coming up to Bucky’s throat, not so much choking as pushing him away even if the intent to do so was still there.
By then Tony was scrambling from the island, diving for a handgun Bucky insisted on hiding in one of the drawers. By the time he rounded the island with the safety off, Steve had already shoved Bucky hard against the wall of cabinets, his head knocking against it with a hollow thump.
“What the fuck was that?” Tony shouted, leveling the gun on Bucky’s bad shoulder and hoping like hell he wouldn’t have to use it.
Steve’s eyes were wide and hurt as he looked at Bucky, still holding him against the cabinets by his neck. “Bucky?” his voice wavered under the demanding tone he used in uniform.
Gasping and blinking rapidly, his pupils completely constricted to a pool of almost all hazel green, Bucky swallowed twice before a familiar mantra spilled from his lips. Name, rank, serial number.
Choking on a miserable sound, Steve let go to pull Bucky into his arms, the crush causing a momentary stutter in Bucky’s recital. Tony let out a string of curses on a sharp breath, flicking the safety back on the gun before putting it down. Moving to Bucky’s side, Tony buried his face against his lame shoulder and grabbed a handful of the back Bucky’s shirt, his other hand doing the same with Steve’s.
Bucky quieted when his mouth ran dry, no one moving from the tight knot of the embrace until then. Steve was the first to move, leaning back enough to lift Bucky’s head, tear tracks trailing down from Bucky’s now normally dilated eyes. “Alright?”
Bucky’s jaw worked, an aborted movement of speech, and then he shook his head, lips pursed in an intense grimace. He tried pushing at Steve, at Tony, but they wouldn’t be moved. “No,” he said, his voice low and trembling. “You’re not safe… This isn’t alright…”
“What the fuck did Fury do to you? I’ll kill the sonnovabitch myself,” Tony demanded, pushing further into Bucky’s space, hand tightening further into Bucky’s shirt.
Steve just petted at Bucky’s hair, kissing gently at the dampness on Bucky’s face even as Bucky tried ducking his head to throw him off. “Is it the training?”
Closing his eyes tightly and biting his lower lip to keep his mouth shut, Bucky shook his head in refusal to say anymore.
Sighing, Steve put a lingering kiss on Bucky’s forehead before stepping back. “I have to brief Fury on this, Bucky…”
He refused again, not opening up in the slightest.
Nodding at Tony to let go of him, Steve backed away from their circle and went for his cellphone. Tony led Bucky to the kitchen table, drawing out a chair and pushing Bucky into it. As Tony knelt in front of him, his hands on Bucky’s knees, Bucky opened up slowly.
Bucky reached up to dig his fingers into his bad shoulder, like he was using the pain to ground himself. With his free hand, shaking as he reached forward, he tapped a finger to the faint glow under Tony’s battered tanktop.
“Does it ever stop hurting?”
Tony didn’t know what he meant, but he held on to Bucky’s wrist like a vice grip, holding Bucky’s hand against the warmth of the reactor, hoping the steady electric rhythm traveled a soothing path up to Bucky’s steady pained shoulder.
“Not a pain anymore. Just a mistake I couldn’t stop. Now a burden to drive me.”
For a moment, Bucky’s eyes were distant, a whisper of something remembered on his lips. “Sometimes good men do bad things…”
A cold, dark feeling welled up in Tony’s chest. “Bucky…”
“Promise me you won’t say anything to Steve?”
Tony clenched his jaw and swallowed. “No secrets, Bucky. Never.”
Bucky twisted his fingers in the dark fabric of Tony’s tanktop, right over Tony’s heart. “Please. Just this once… From one good man to another… Steve wouldn’t… He can’t know…”
Kissing Bucky’s hand as it held on tightly to his shirt, Tony whispered against Bucky’s skin. “Tell me…”
“I have memories… of the Winter Soldier…”
Author: Chibimono Akuno
Fandom: Marvel Movie!verse -- Iron Man 1 & 2, Captain America, The Avengers
Pairing: Bucky/Steve/Tony
Rating: R
Word Count: 1694
Warnings: Polygamous relationship. Violence, could possibly be read as domestic. Mentioning of traumatic memories surfacing.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Just pretending.
Summary: What would normally be a fun time in the kitchen is ruined by a darkness that's been lurking deep inside.
A/N: A part of the arc The Return Of Cold Days, in which Bucky uncovers the demons hidden inside, while Steve and Tony try to reach out for him. Takes place post-movie, canon-wise, and after the arc Finding The Pattern Of The Weave. Shifting Dynamics masterlist can be found here.
Shifting Dynamics:
Like A Switch
by Chibimono Akuno
“Mr. Barnes, Captain Rogers wishes to inform you that he needs assistance with KP duties.”
Tony sighed, putting down his tools as Bucky looked to the ceiling for JARVIS’ voice. “Damn. I need you here, but I don’t feel like being gunned down by his mean pout.”
“After dinner then?” Bucky shrugged. “Oh, and I hope you don’t have some kind of aversion to it, but I’m gonna go fuck Steve on your kitchen counter.”
Tony snorted, patting Bucky on his good shoulder. “Go right ahead. I’ve already broke in the kitchen with him. Have all the fun you want. Just save me some action for dessert.”
“Then don’t be late for dinner,” Bucky said, he voice low as he snatched up Tony’s hand and pulled him close.
Tony gave him a sly smirk as he looked over Bucky’s face. “And what makes you think you’ll both have dinner done anytime soon?” When Bucky quirked a naughty grin, Tony could feel his interest drying up in his project for the evening.
“You’re not the only one that can multitask around here, ya know.”
Tony licked his lips and tugged Bucky along out of his workshop. “I know… But I want you to show me.”
In a trip that should only take a minute or two with the personal elevator from Tony’s shop to his penthouse, Tony and Bucky lingered for long minutes against walls in the halls and elevator itself, kissing like they were hungry for more than what Steve had planned on the menu. Just from the way Bucky pinned him with his whole body, bit down hard on his shoulder and growled, Tony knew it was going to be wise to sit this one out.
Bucky was in a mood, the feisty one that meant sharp teeth and rough fingers, fast, hard, and more than a little painful. Tony still hadn’t figured out where it came from, what flipped the switch in Bucky to push him from his playful, rough-and-tumble way and into a downright dangerous predator. The difference was instant and all Tony could do was pass him off onto Steve. Steve, who could take the abuse, who fought back with just as much force or surrendered willingly to him.
Steve must have heard the elevator ding, calling out “Bucky?” when no one came into the kitchen. The sound of his name drew Bucky’s attention from the dark mark he was teething against Tony’s collarbone, licking his lips as his eyes darkened further. Tony used the distraction to grab hold of Bucky’s shirt front and pulled him in the direction of the kitchen. Bucky’s hand was a vice clamp as it wrapped around Tony’s wrist and tried to pull him back, teeth clicking as he threateningly nipped at Tony, his grin devilish. Tony just smirked and continued pulling him along.
At the kitchen doorway, Tony let go and set to watching Bucky slink his way around the cabinets to get to Steve. “We’re here to help, Cap. And by ‘help’, we mean ‘you both are fucking on the counters while I watch’.”
“I just needed him to peel potatoes,” Steve said, color was already flying up into his cheeks, his smile confused at the sudden attention being pushed on him. Even after all they’ve played together, Steve could still look so innocently surpised to have someone turn on him with deep interest.
Bucky crowded him against the double wall oven, pawing at the mostly clean apron in an attempt to get it off, to get to skin. “Hey, fella,” he said, voice low and nearly lost in a exhale, tugging Steve down for a burning kiss by the neck strap of the apron.
Steve smiled against Bucky’s mouth, nipped at his tongue as it tried to invade. “Hey yourself,” he hummed, pushing damp, clean hands into Bucky’s thick hair, tipping his head back to slant his mouth perfectly over Bucky’s.
Bucky’s fingers worked over Steve’s clothes, pulling and prying at seams. He pushed in against Steve, slipping a thigh between Steve’s, pinning his taller form against the pre-heating ovens with a quiet growl. “Take it off or I’ll take it apart…”
Steve licked into Bucky’s mouth with a dangerous laugh, a finger slipping under the top button at Bucky’s collar. With a quick tug, the button popped free and bounced off Steve’s chest, challenge accepted. “Take it apart, then.”
Tony perched on the corner of the island counter, legs spread comfortably to either side of the pointed edge, in clear view of the action. He leaned back on one palm while the other worked lazily at his half hard cock though his threadbare and oil stained jeans, settling in as he watched his lovers start their dance. They were sizing each other up; Bucky pushing for dominance and Steve holding the line to see how much ground Bucky wanted to take. Steve would surrender if he wanted, but he never completely gave in.
Licking his lips, Tony sighed at the match of wills sparking, breath eased out in a low, “Ooooh…” The apron and thin white teeshirt were no trouble to tear with bear hands and Bucky could have made a quick clear of them.
But there was a pocket knife in his hand-Tony didn’t even see him reach for it, didn’t see him open it-and it slipped easily under the apron strap. The move caught Steve off guard, too, and he shifted just slightly, enough so that Bucky’s follow through of cutting the apron strap caused the tip of the blade to catch at Steve’s chin.
Thankful for JARVIS’ recording of everything, Tony wouldn’t have had a clue what happened in the next few seconds if he wasn’t able to watch it again, slowed frame by frame.
Bucky and Steve both froze for an instant, blood welling to the surface at the small nick. And then Bucky was almost completely silent in his movements, like a miniature blackhole had sucked all sound away from his body. The knife in his good hand, he drove it forward at Steve’s side, missing by a fraction of an inch as Steve’s faster still reflexes had him shifting away. The knife embedded in the wall by the ovens and Steve’s elbow knocked Bucky’s hand from it, Steve’s other hand coming up to Bucky’s throat, not so much choking as pushing him away even if the intent to do so was still there.
By then Tony was scrambling from the island, diving for a handgun Bucky insisted on hiding in one of the drawers. By the time he rounded the island with the safety off, Steve had already shoved Bucky hard against the wall of cabinets, his head knocking against it with a hollow thump.
“What the fuck was that?” Tony shouted, leveling the gun on Bucky’s bad shoulder and hoping like hell he wouldn’t have to use it.
Steve’s eyes were wide and hurt as he looked at Bucky, still holding him against the cabinets by his neck. “Bucky?” his voice wavered under the demanding tone he used in uniform.
Gasping and blinking rapidly, his pupils completely constricted to a pool of almost all hazel green, Bucky swallowed twice before a familiar mantra spilled from his lips. Name, rank, serial number.
Choking on a miserable sound, Steve let go to pull Bucky into his arms, the crush causing a momentary stutter in Bucky’s recital. Tony let out a string of curses on a sharp breath, flicking the safety back on the gun before putting it down. Moving to Bucky’s side, Tony buried his face against his lame shoulder and grabbed a handful of the back Bucky’s shirt, his other hand doing the same with Steve’s.
Bucky quieted when his mouth ran dry, no one moving from the tight knot of the embrace until then. Steve was the first to move, leaning back enough to lift Bucky’s head, tear tracks trailing down from Bucky’s now normally dilated eyes. “Alright?”
Bucky’s jaw worked, an aborted movement of speech, and then he shook his head, lips pursed in an intense grimace. He tried pushing at Steve, at Tony, but they wouldn’t be moved. “No,” he said, his voice low and trembling. “You’re not safe… This isn’t alright…”
“What the fuck did Fury do to you? I’ll kill the sonnovabitch myself,” Tony demanded, pushing further into Bucky’s space, hand tightening further into Bucky’s shirt.
Steve just petted at Bucky’s hair, kissing gently at the dampness on Bucky’s face even as Bucky tried ducking his head to throw him off. “Is it the training?”
Closing his eyes tightly and biting his lower lip to keep his mouth shut, Bucky shook his head in refusal to say anymore.
Sighing, Steve put a lingering kiss on Bucky’s forehead before stepping back. “I have to brief Fury on this, Bucky…”
He refused again, not opening up in the slightest.
Nodding at Tony to let go of him, Steve backed away from their circle and went for his cellphone. Tony led Bucky to the kitchen table, drawing out a chair and pushing Bucky into it. As Tony knelt in front of him, his hands on Bucky’s knees, Bucky opened up slowly.
Bucky reached up to dig his fingers into his bad shoulder, like he was using the pain to ground himself. With his free hand, shaking as he reached forward, he tapped a finger to the faint glow under Tony’s battered tanktop.
“Does it ever stop hurting?”
Tony didn’t know what he meant, but he held on to Bucky’s wrist like a vice grip, holding Bucky’s hand against the warmth of the reactor, hoping the steady electric rhythm traveled a soothing path up to Bucky’s steady pained shoulder.
“Not a pain anymore. Just a mistake I couldn’t stop. Now a burden to drive me.”
For a moment, Bucky’s eyes were distant, a whisper of something remembered on his lips. “Sometimes good men do bad things…”
A cold, dark feeling welled up in Tony’s chest. “Bucky…”
“Promise me you won’t say anything to Steve?”
Tony clenched his jaw and swallowed. “No secrets, Bucky. Never.”
Bucky twisted his fingers in the dark fabric of Tony’s tanktop, right over Tony’s heart. “Please. Just this once… From one good man to another… Steve wouldn’t… He can’t know…”
Kissing Bucky’s hand as it held on tightly to his shirt, Tony whispered against Bucky’s skin. “Tell me…”
“I have memories… of the Winter Soldier…”