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post mission diagnostics

rudely interrupted by steve

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retro 616 💣💥

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happy 10 year anniversary to the first time i drew 2 idiots

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i mean whatever

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Tony nearly makes a joke about how he can think of a few ways that Bucky can thank him, but he stops himself.  One day, when Bucky’s feeling much more comfortable about his place in the world they can make jokes like that, but right now, the last thing Tony wants Bucky to think, even remotely, is that Bucky owes him sex for anything.  He doesn’t want Bucky thinking he owes him anything at all.  And it’s not just for Bucky’s sake.  Tony doesn’t ever want to question why Bucky’s doing something for him.  So until they’re both comfortable that any care spent is simply because they care about each other.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said.  “Just soak it up, honey.  I like spoiling you.  You deserve it.”

It takes a little while for the personal shopper to return with the huge list of inventory and in the meantime a plate of pastries and finger sandwiches is brought up as well as some more drinks.  When it arrives, she wheels them into the changing area and Tony gets up and comes into the change room with him, to help him deal with the sheer number of things that are here for him.

He presses his hands on Bucky’s chest and looks up into his eyes to help keep him focused. “Now, I know this is a lot.  First and foremost, touch the fabrics, rub them on your skin.  If there’s anything sensory you dislike about them, that’s an automatic no.  The reason I asked her to bring up different fabrics with the pajamas and workout wear is because in those in particular how they feel on you skin is more important than how they look.  Okay?  And if you say like flannel pajamas but not the color or pattern she brought up, we can get different ones, but first decide which you like.  We can get all or none, that’s totally up to you.   Next, try on the ones you like the look and feel of.  Do they fit?  If they don’t fit, how do they not fit?  Are they too tight or too loose?  Is it just a little or is it a lot?  Once we have that down, you can hone in on specifics like how it looks on you and what you do or don’t like about it. Alright?  I figure you should be okay with the basic stuff, that just what you wear day to day.  The suits you might struggle with.  I personally think the Armarni will suit you best, their jackets are a little tapered in a way that will match your body type, but it’s your suit Buck.  The tailor is here, they’ll take it in so it’ll fit you like a glove.  So when you look at it, try and see it in a way where it fits you better. “

He leaned up and kissed him. “I know that’s a lot.  But I’m right here okay?  And remember, you can say no to all of it.  If I’m wrong and you want a bright pink suit with sunflowers on it, that’s fine.”  He stood back. “Don’t worry about the accessories yet, we’ll pick the ones you like best out last.  Okay?”

Bucky is trying to keep up, god this came so naturally to Tony, he spoke so fast as if he didn't even have to think about what to ask for and how to talk to the woman that was helping them. The stylist? He would've felt so out of place on his own, having someone help him find clothes, but he also knows he wouldn't have known what the hell he was doing or where to start if he was trying to do it on his own. The number of choices, it wouldn't have made him panic necessarily but he would have been more than a bit overwhelmed and probably would have been overcome with choice paralysis.

He's been working with his therapist on being more comfortable making choices. He was no longer under HYDRA's conditioning, sure, and he didn't have someone that controlled what he did in the same way, so on the surface it looked like he had no problems making choices. But he didn't really see it as choices, like when he chose what to do each day, there was a limited number of options because Bucky didn't have many things that he did day to day. He trained with Steve and Sam, individually and together, he would visit Tony in the lab to see what he was working on and sometimes he would bring a book or now he had a journal to hang out there. He chose what he ate sure, but he just ate what he felt like or what he craved, unless it was a meal that Tony chose and he enjoyed those too.

But when he got an assignment from SHIELD, he didn't see it as a choice. He didn't really feel like he could say no. And he only did things he felt he needed to like training to keep his skills, and spending time with Tony was a necessity for him especially after establishing their relationship, and so was eating. But making choices like here in the store, or even when he tried to think of something to plan with Tony at one of his dozens of properties, he just had no idea how to do that.

But since he knew this shopping trip was coming, he had spent the last few therapy sessions working through some of the things that he struggled with, and a huge part of it was self-worth. He struggled to feel like he deserved things like this, more than he strictly needed. it had been a milestone when instead of a secondhand book, he had bought a brand new copy of a fantasy novel that had caught his eye when passing the book store.

So when Tony turns to him, instead of anxiety, he only felt a little nervous, and that melted away when Tony's hands run down his chest. He nods at his explanation and before Tony can shoo him away after the kiss, he leans in to steal another, slightly deeper kiss and wrapping his metal arm around Tony to squeeze him lightly

"You are really spoilin' me here Sugar, I'm gonna have to make sure to thank you properly, so that you know how grateful I am and how much it means to me," he smiles softly. He knows this is normal for Tony and even if it was, even if it wasn't going to make a dent in his accounts to buy this entire store, he wasn't going to let it seem for a second like he was taking it for granted.

Bucky turns back to the dressing room to change again, hanging everything up carefully and waiting in his briefs for the next set of things to try on.

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Young Tony at MIT

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Avengers: War Across Time #2

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Tony moaned loudly and pulled his knees right up, rocking his hips under Clint.  Clint felt rock hard as he ground on Tony’s ass and Tony’s cock throbbed in response.

“No.  Please, Clint,” he mewled.  “I need it.  Don’t you want to fuck me, honey?  I can make you feel so fucking good.”  He leaned up and nipped at his lips. “Please, Cupid.”

“Ah, there we go, you finally obeying now, hm?” He hummed and lifted Tony’s leg up on his hip and grinded his hard on against Tony and smirks a bit.

“Feel that? Feel how hard you make me? And I might not give it to you at all?” He whispers quietly.

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The woman helping them took out a notebook and wrote down everything they were both saying. Tony looked at her when Bucky was finished talking. “Bring us a couple of options with the activewear fabrics, just so he can choose.  But we definitely want a handful of compression shirts.  Pajamas in satin, cotton, and flannel.  And just swim trunks. Not speedos.  Dark colors.  Blacks, greys, blues.  Nothing overly patterned.  Oh and grab some boxer briefs and socks too.  Just a variety.”

“I’ll be back soon,” she said, and hurried out.

Tony turned back to Bucky and ran his hands down the front of his jacket.  “I do love when you wear just my shirt and your boxers,” he said.  “And as for swimwear, yeah men do mostly tend to wear shorts, but they’re special fabrics that don’t get really heavy in the water.  And some guys wear speedos, which are like briefs.  I didn’t think you’d like that though.  We do have a pool in the tower.  I’ll show you when we get back.  We can take a dip.”

He leaned up and kissed him.  “Go take these off, I’ll send the other clothes in when they get here.”

Bucky is a little nervous for the suit, he's just never had anything like that before aside from his army uniform. Even the fabric that they were made of felt more luxurious than anything he's worn before. He tries to keep track of everything Tony lists off, nodding at the mention of the colors because that he understood. But the way he gave instructions for the cufflinks, he'd never had any so he didn't know what they would look like so he was curious about that.

When Tony asks what else he wanted, he was startled because he hadn't thought of anything specific, "Well..I don't really have any specific pajamas right I just.." he smiles faintly, turning away from the mirror to face him properly, "I just steal a tshirt from you or sleep in briefs right?" he reasons, taking a minute to think before realizing something he definitely needed

"I..I might need more sweats, a few of mine are starting to just be too worn out. And..and if we could get clothes to train in, like working out or sparing and stuff like that, especially since I'm starting to train more to prepare for possible future missions, that would be good," he explains, nervous to ask for anything but wanting to actually try to give his input on things so that Tony wasn't having to make all the decisions.

"Swimwear? I..I don't think I've gone swimming since the last time i was at Rockaway beach. Is there a pool in the tower? I think someone mentioned one once but I could be wrong, do you think I should get anything? Don't guys just..just wear shorts to go swimming?" He asks curiously, not wanting to get anything he didn't need if he wasn't going to use it.

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Tony turned his head and looked Steve up and down.  He looked somehow both hot and cute in his pajamas.  “Well, we’re here at the beach, fucking out brains out, so I’m making us Sex on the Beach.”

He finished the drinks and handed one to Steve. “Tell me what you think?” he said.  “And whether you think it’s better than having sex on the beach or not.”

He leaned and kissed his cheek.  “Come on, let’s go watch the sunset,” he said. 

Steve waited for Tony to do so, grabbing the towel and rubbing at his hair. He then pulled on his pyjama shorts and wandered through to the kitchen once he was done. He could already feel the ache in his back from what they had just done, but it was a nice reminder.

“What are you makin’?” He asked softly, moving to rest against the kitchen counter.

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“Yeah, I was thinking out on the deck too,” he said.  “Let me go place an order and I’ll get us both a drink.”

He pulled on his pajama shirt and went and grabbed the menu.  He scanned it quickly and then placed an order for a seafood platter, a salad, a couple of steaks with baked potatoes, and some fruit for dessert.

When he was done he went and made some fruity cocktails for them both.

“I’m happy with whatever food you want, baby.” He hummed out gently, drying himself down as best as he could before brushing through his hair with his fingers. He then moved into the bedroom with Tony, grabbing his own pyjamas and changing into them.

“Maybe we could sit out on the deck? Might be nicer out there?” He asked, not really minding where they sat as long as they were together and happy.

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Tony switched off the shower and stepped out with Steve, taking the towel and starting to dry himself off.  “I’ll order it to be brought over,” he said.  “Do you like seafood, Stevie?  They have amazing seafood here.  But we can pretty much order whatever you want.”

He kissed his cheek and headed into the bedroom.  He grabbed himself his pajamas and started getting dressed.  “Do you want to order in bed while watching a movie?  Or out on the deck?”

“Yeah, Fury was definitely doing something right by putting us all together. Who would’ve thought that we’d work well together?” He pointed out gently before he was returning the kiss lightly, smiling against Tony’s lips.

Being pushed back under the water had him tensing up a little before relaxing into it, eyes closing so he wouldn’t feel the conditioner running into them. It was nice to be looked after like this, especially when he was so used to being the one looking after other people.

“Dinner sounds good. I’m starvin’.” He hummed out before he was climbing out of the shower, grabbing them both a towel and handing one to Tony.

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He nodded.  “We got past it pretty well though, huh?” he said.  “I mean, I know I’ve been enjoying myself.”  He leaned up and kissed him, then guided him back under the water to rinse off. 

He shrugged and nodded as he helped jet the conditioner out of Steve’s hair. “Yeah.  We don’t have to enjoy every kind of sex act. I think that would be impossible.  But there’s certainly worse things a person can do than pretend to be a dog while they fuck.”

He finished rinsing him off.  “Come on.  Let’s go get dressed and order some dinner.”

“Mm, I can see why you would have your walls up though. I think I was just uncomfortable in the modern world I had woken up in. All of you seemed so comfortable and I guess I was just jealous of that in a way. I didn’t like bein’ looked at like I was some stranger that didn’t belong there.” He shrugged a bit.

Steve felt even more confused but just simply nodded his head at that, leaning into the hands against his chest. “I guess there’s so many things out there that people could be into and that’s okay as long as it’s not hurting anyone.” He shrugged subtly.

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Tony laughed. “Am I that transparent?” he joked. “Mmm… I do love a man in uniform.”   He patted Bucky’s chest. “Alright, go get changed, and if you change your mind, we can leave at any point.”

Tony takes a seat again and goes back to drinking his coffee.

When Bucky comes back the second time, he looks far more comfortable.  “Alright,” Tony says, standing up. “Yeah, that’s very you.” 

He comes over and does a lap around him.  He runs his hand around the waistband of the jeans to check the fit.  They almost look tailed to him as it is.  “We’ll want a couple of belts too.  Just black.  Nothing elaborate."

The woman nods. “That’s easy enough.”

“Alright, I think we should go with two pairs of jeans.  We can just double on these.”  He looks at Bucky. “You ready to try a suit again?  I’m thinking Armani will be best.  But we’ll try a Tom Ford as well.  Black.  Black dress shirt too.  Bring a few cufflinks for him to take a look at.  Nothing elaborate, but let’s go plain steel, red, and black.  And bring some ties.  Same colors, solid.  But maybe a couple of black with an embossed paisley.  Nothing obvious, something you can only see up close.  Oh and shoes.  Dress, trainers, black.”

Tony looked back at Bucky.  “Was there anything else you wanted, honey?  Pajamas?  Sweats?  Swimwear?” 

Bucky smiles softly at the mention of his army uniform, "Oh I bet you woulda loved to see me in that, wouldn't have lasted long either before one of us shoved it to the floor," he murmurs with a playful glint in his eyes before he softens and shakes his head, "No..no I don't want to leave, not yet, I'll try on some of the stuff you asked her to get, I liked the sound of a lot of that, and if I'm still feeling weird, then I'll tell you. I just think because its so new I'm still adjusting," he reasons as Tony steps back.

Bucky glances up as a few more options are brought and he likes the henleys and the bomber jackets immediately. He looks to Tony again with a brighter smile and goes to the fitting room to change. The jeans are a darker wash than he's used to but he likes it, and he puts on one of the henleys in a dark green and then the jacket. He glances at it in the mirror and instantly likes it a lot better and he comes out to show Tony with a much more confident smile.

"This is good, this...I love this, everything in this set, it's pretty perfect," he beams, turning to face the mirror now and looking at himself properly.

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Tony giggled breathlessly at being called a minx again.  He’d never been called that before and there was something really charming about it even with how sexy Clint was being.

He arched his back under him.

“No,” Tony whined.  “I want you to fuck me, Clint. Please. Please give me your cock.” 

Clint groans mixed with a growl as he kept him pinned. “You are a minx,” he whispers and sighs a bit as he leans down biting his bottom lip pulling it slightly.

“Want me to just tie you up and have a wank hm? Refuse you to get relief at all?”