[Fic/Marve Movie!verse] Shifting Dynamics -- Homecoming Party
Title: Shifting Dynamics -- Homecoming Party
Author: Chibimono Akuno
Fandom: Marvel Movie!verse -- Iron Man 1 & 2, Captain America, The Avengers
Pairing: Bucky/Steve/Tony
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1076
Warnings: Violence and bleeding. Implied dismemberment.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Just pretending.
Summary: An attack on the penthouse leaves Tony stunned. But nothing is quite as shocking as Bucky's return home.
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:
Homecoming Party
by Chibimono Akuno
When Tony came to, his wrists and ankles were bound, his head and side were killing him. Sound came rushing back to his ears like a waterfall, deafening and indiscernible. The whine of the TV was piercing and the jumbled words muffled in the speakers, and somewhere far off, he could hear yelling. The light from the screen was the only thing illuminating the room, but it was still too bright, a halo surrounding it’s glow.
It took a few seconds for Tony to realize that Super Nanny was playing, the blob of swirling colors separating into a bawling kid and a fierce looking full-figured woman with a pointed nose and glasses. The terrifying feeling at the thought of Coulson going rogue was enough to get Tony to panic.
It was a bad idea, panicking, when moving brought his attention to a sharp pain in his side. The carpet, his shirt, were soaked in blood. Damn.
Gunshots fired, somewhere nearby with the way it made his ears ring, and Tony wasn’t sure if he should risk opening the wound further and bleeding out to take cover under the coffee table.
“Tony?!”
Bucky? “Here. Bleeding…” His voice was hoarse and low, and he wasn’t even sure Bucky could hear him from wherever he was hiding.
More yelling, like before when he was breaking to the surface of consciousness. It’s Steve, loud and angry, his words laced with rare profanity and punctuated with pauses as he was probably beating on someone with his shield.
“TONY?!”
“He’s here! Injured!” Bucky called back for him.
“Bucky?!” Apparently Steve was surprised to know their fella had gotten home early, too.
“I’ll handle Tony. Help Steve,” Bucky said to someone, Tony can’t tell from his place between the sofa and coffee table. Soon enough, Bucky was rounding the furniture and getting down on his knees, leaning over Tony at an upside down angle. “Hey, ass. Miss me?”
Tony smiled, but he couldn’t muster more excitement than that, which was really a shame. It’s been months since Shield let Bucky out of training, and he really wanted to smother him with his mouth, maybe put his tongue down Bucky’s throat. He settled instead for telling him, “Every day, jerk.”
But alarms are going off in Tony’s mind. Bucky’s favoring his left arm more than usual as he leaned over Tony, cutting his bindings and then pulling at his shirt to get to the wound in Tony’s side.
“Buck, your arm…”
“It’s not important right now,” Bucky said, focusing on his task. Tony watched as Bucky avoided using his left arm, kept the sleeve of his jacket pulled down to his fingers, as he prodded at Tony’s injury. “It’s clean and shallow. Enough to bleed badly and make a distraction.”
“Doesn’t mean it won’t fucking hurt,” Tony muttered, gritting his teeth at a particularly painful poke.
“Be glad I know modern first aid,” Bucky grinned as he applied pressure on the wound to get it to stop bleeding. “If I had lived through the Civil War instead, I’d have to amputate.”
“What would you do with me missing from the waist down?” Tony laughed, cringing when it jarred his injury.
Bucky just smirked. “I was thinking more like from the waist up.”
“Jerk.”
“Yeah, but you love m-” Bucky didn’t finish that thought as his face went blank, turning quickly like he heard something behind him and fired twice. Tony heard a pained cry and a thud, followed by Steve yelling.
“Bucky?”
“We’re alright!” Bucky yelled back, focusing on Tony again.
“Are we? I mean, really? What the hell is going on?”
Natasha was suddenly visible over Bucky’s shoulder, seeming to materialize out of thin air. Her presence didn’t seem to startle Bucky like before, and just… alarms in Tony’s mind. God, things were just not right.
“Soviet assassins,” Natasha said, voice clipped. “Came to finish a job. I guess they thought they could do it without running into Captain America.”
“What kind of job would bring Soviets into our house?” Steve demanded, storming the room. The cut over his eye was bleeding sluggishly, already beginning to heal, and the bruise at his jaw is blossoming slowly through the colors from red to purple. He dropped down on a knee next to Tony, checking for signs of shock or a concussion. “Okay, Tony?” he brushes his fingers over the bruises on Tony’s wrists from his restraints. When Tony nodded, Steve turned to look at Bucky, his face serious as he searched for something behind those blue-green eyes.
“You’re letting your hair grow?” Steve asked, a little gruff.
“Just got back. Didn’t have time to cut it,” Bucky grinned, looking up at Steve through his lashes. Tony loves when he does that, how it makes Bucky look like a naughty boy asking for trouble.
Steve’s eyes narrowed on Bucky’s cheek, his hand reaching out to ghost his thumb over a slightly yellowed spot of an old bruise just under his eye. “You were hit bad.”
Bucky laughed, batting Steve’s hand away. “Just shut up and kiss me, punk.”
Wrapping his fingers in Bucky’s jacket, Steve reeled him in for a kiss, Bucky smiling against Steve’s lips even as he was practically being devoured by the Super Soldier.
Tony tugged at Steve’s shirt, pouting from the floor. “We’ve got Soviet spies bleeding on the carpets. If you’re gonna suck his face, at least share a little with me before Fury gets here.”
“Assassins,” Natasha corrected, like it really made a difference to Tony.
“Spies. Assassins. They’re bleeding. I’m bleeding. I really don’t care. Now gimme some sugar, Buck.”
But everything seemed to go very still when Steve touched Bucky’s left arm. It was a gentle gesture, as Steve drew them out of the kiss, both of Steve’s hands easing down from Bucky’s hair to his shoulders. A difference underneath his jacket seemed to draw Steve’s focus, and he’s snatching up Bucky’s arm, shoving his sleeve back to reveal a crude, fake mechanical thing where a real arm should be.
Bucky’s face went stony, defiant and edgy. “I fucked up,” he said before Steve could open his mouth.
“Christ! The hell is that?” Tony choked out, trying to sit up and pull at Bucky’s arm at the same time, all but dragging Bucky down on top of him. Fortunately for Tony, Steve still had a hold on Bucky, keeping him upright.
Unfortunately, it looked like Steve was ready to tear something apart. “What do you mean, you fucked up? What in the hell is going on, Bucky?”
“We need clearance from Fury before we can explain,” Natasha said.
“Then tell him to get his ass here now.”
Author: Chibimono Akuno
Fandom: Marvel Movie!verse -- Iron Man 1 & 2, Captain America, The Avengers
Pairing: Bucky/Steve/Tony
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1076
Warnings: Violence and bleeding. Implied dismemberment.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Just pretending.
Summary: An attack on the penthouse leaves Tony stunned. But nothing is quite as shocking as Bucky's return home.
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:
Homecoming Party
by Chibimono Akuno
When Tony came to, his wrists and ankles were bound, his head and side were killing him. Sound came rushing back to his ears like a waterfall, deafening and indiscernible. The whine of the TV was piercing and the jumbled words muffled in the speakers, and somewhere far off, he could hear yelling. The light from the screen was the only thing illuminating the room, but it was still too bright, a halo surrounding it’s glow.
It took a few seconds for Tony to realize that Super Nanny was playing, the blob of swirling colors separating into a bawling kid and a fierce looking full-figured woman with a pointed nose and glasses. The terrifying feeling at the thought of Coulson going rogue was enough to get Tony to panic.
It was a bad idea, panicking, when moving brought his attention to a sharp pain in his side. The carpet, his shirt, were soaked in blood. Damn.
Gunshots fired, somewhere nearby with the way it made his ears ring, and Tony wasn’t sure if he should risk opening the wound further and bleeding out to take cover under the coffee table.
“Tony?!”
Bucky? “Here. Bleeding…” His voice was hoarse and low, and he wasn’t even sure Bucky could hear him from wherever he was hiding.
More yelling, like before when he was breaking to the surface of consciousness. It’s Steve, loud and angry, his words laced with rare profanity and punctuated with pauses as he was probably beating on someone with his shield.
“TONY?!”
“He’s here! Injured!” Bucky called back for him.
“Bucky?!” Apparently Steve was surprised to know their fella had gotten home early, too.
“I’ll handle Tony. Help Steve,” Bucky said to someone, Tony can’t tell from his place between the sofa and coffee table. Soon enough, Bucky was rounding the furniture and getting down on his knees, leaning over Tony at an upside down angle. “Hey, ass. Miss me?”
Tony smiled, but he couldn’t muster more excitement than that, which was really a shame. It’s been months since Shield let Bucky out of training, and he really wanted to smother him with his mouth, maybe put his tongue down Bucky’s throat. He settled instead for telling him, “Every day, jerk.”
But alarms are going off in Tony’s mind. Bucky’s favoring his left arm more than usual as he leaned over Tony, cutting his bindings and then pulling at his shirt to get to the wound in Tony’s side.
“Buck, your arm…”
“It’s not important right now,” Bucky said, focusing on his task. Tony watched as Bucky avoided using his left arm, kept the sleeve of his jacket pulled down to his fingers, as he prodded at Tony’s injury. “It’s clean and shallow. Enough to bleed badly and make a distraction.”
“Doesn’t mean it won’t fucking hurt,” Tony muttered, gritting his teeth at a particularly painful poke.
“Be glad I know modern first aid,” Bucky grinned as he applied pressure on the wound to get it to stop bleeding. “If I had lived through the Civil War instead, I’d have to amputate.”
“What would you do with me missing from the waist down?” Tony laughed, cringing when it jarred his injury.
Bucky just smirked. “I was thinking more like from the waist up.”
“Jerk.”
“Yeah, but you love m-” Bucky didn’t finish that thought as his face went blank, turning quickly like he heard something behind him and fired twice. Tony heard a pained cry and a thud, followed by Steve yelling.
“Bucky?”
“We’re alright!” Bucky yelled back, focusing on Tony again.
“Are we? I mean, really? What the hell is going on?”
Natasha was suddenly visible over Bucky’s shoulder, seeming to materialize out of thin air. Her presence didn’t seem to startle Bucky like before, and just… alarms in Tony’s mind. God, things were just not right.
“Soviet assassins,” Natasha said, voice clipped. “Came to finish a job. I guess they thought they could do it without running into Captain America.”
“What kind of job would bring Soviets into our house?” Steve demanded, storming the room. The cut over his eye was bleeding sluggishly, already beginning to heal, and the bruise at his jaw is blossoming slowly through the colors from red to purple. He dropped down on a knee next to Tony, checking for signs of shock or a concussion. “Okay, Tony?” he brushes his fingers over the bruises on Tony’s wrists from his restraints. When Tony nodded, Steve turned to look at Bucky, his face serious as he searched for something behind those blue-green eyes.
“You’re letting your hair grow?” Steve asked, a little gruff.
“Just got back. Didn’t have time to cut it,” Bucky grinned, looking up at Steve through his lashes. Tony loves when he does that, how it makes Bucky look like a naughty boy asking for trouble.
Steve’s eyes narrowed on Bucky’s cheek, his hand reaching out to ghost his thumb over a slightly yellowed spot of an old bruise just under his eye. “You were hit bad.”
Bucky laughed, batting Steve’s hand away. “Just shut up and kiss me, punk.”
Wrapping his fingers in Bucky’s jacket, Steve reeled him in for a kiss, Bucky smiling against Steve’s lips even as he was practically being devoured by the Super Soldier.
Tony tugged at Steve’s shirt, pouting from the floor. “We’ve got Soviet spies bleeding on the carpets. If you’re gonna suck his face, at least share a little with me before Fury gets here.”
“Assassins,” Natasha corrected, like it really made a difference to Tony.
“Spies. Assassins. They’re bleeding. I’m bleeding. I really don’t care. Now gimme some sugar, Buck.”
But everything seemed to go very still when Steve touched Bucky’s left arm. It was a gentle gesture, as Steve drew them out of the kiss, both of Steve’s hands easing down from Bucky’s hair to his shoulders. A difference underneath his jacket seemed to draw Steve’s focus, and he’s snatching up Bucky’s arm, shoving his sleeve back to reveal a crude, fake mechanical thing where a real arm should be.
Bucky’s face went stony, defiant and edgy. “I fucked up,” he said before Steve could open his mouth.
“Christ! The hell is that?” Tony choked out, trying to sit up and pull at Bucky’s arm at the same time, all but dragging Bucky down on top of him. Fortunately for Tony, Steve still had a hold on Bucky, keeping him upright.
Unfortunately, it looked like Steve was ready to tear something apart. “What do you mean, you fucked up? What in the hell is going on, Bucky?”
“We need clearance from Fury before we can explain,” Natasha said.
“Then tell him to get his ass here now.”