mr-tony-stark

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony nodded.  It did make sense.  He wasn’t sure what would happen to the dog when they were all out on a mission, but he supposed there were services for that.  “You can get a dog, Steve.  I mean, I don’t see why not.  What kind of dog do you want to get?”

Tony looked down at him and ran his hand around the curve of his hip.  “Not sure I can wait any longer, Stevie.  What do you say, honey?  You want me to fuck you?”

“I’d happily be the one to take it out on walks. I like going for a run in the morning anyway so I’m sure it would be good for the dog.” He pointed out with a soft smile. He could imagine himself with a big dog, the kind of dog that needed physical activity to keep it calm. He had seen Clint with his dog before, so he’d imagine something like that for himself.

Smiling up at Tony, he then leant into the feeling of fingers in his hair. “Mm, good.” He pushed himself up into the kiss, moaning into it quietly. His own hand moved to the back of Tony’s neck, giving it a light squeeze.

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony was far from doing anything of interest when Clint came in.  After finishing breakfast he’d just come down because he liked the environment a little more than his office.  He had the music up, as he sat at the bench, going over proposals for Stark Industry projects.

The music lowered when Clint came in and he looked up and smiled. “Mornin’, honey,” he said. “What did I say about you coming in here?  You have to be wearing a lab coat and nothing else,” he joked.  He got up and came over, kissing him good morning.  “Did you eat?” 

Clint slept for a few more hours before he also got up and got ready for the day, wearing some jeans and a black t shirt, and his leather jacket.

He walked through the halls humming and then made his way to the lab and smiled a bit seein Tony. “Hey you,” he spoke gently as he stepped inside.

[mr-tony-stark]

Steve studies Bucky closely as he speaks, his eyes flicking over the brunet’s features, reading each and every microexpression.  It’s hard to know for sure.  But really has closed up about it, but given how Tony had been around him since this morning’s breakfast, he’s starting to think there’s more going on than either of them care to admit.

It does worry Steve.  He loves Tony, but there was no denying he both ‘had a reputation’ and he tended to push the people he cared about away.  Even Rhodey and Pepper would attest to that.  Paired with how fragile Bucky was right now, it seemed inevitable that shit was going to go wrong.  Especially when paired with the dark tangled history they shared with each other.

But they were also adults, and Steve wasn’t either of their father’s, even if Tony did seem to like to act like a bratty teenager around him a lot of the time.  All Steve could do was make sure they both knew they had a safe place to land if it didn’t work out.

He moved to the side of the bed and pulled up a chair.  “Can I ask you something,” he said softly.  “No judgement.  I promise, I’m not going to react like I did this morning.  I know you said it was casual and the two of you are just hooking up, but do you think maybe you have feelings for him?” 

Bucky smiles at Tony, it’s fragile but there’s a hint to his usual charm when he feels his hand sliding down his arm, “you’re a godsend Tony, thank you,” he murmurs, catching his hand to squeeze it lightly before letting him go.

He was just starting to eat one of his crackers when Steve comes in, smiling weakly, “I’m alright, a little..groggy but mostly fine, and the new arm is…Steve it’s great, I didn’t…I can feel with it now, actually feel, I hadn’t been expecting that,” he admits happily, holding out his hand and flexing it to show Steve.

He goes quiet when Steve mentions before, what had happened at breakfast. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it, honestly he would rather forget it had happened, he was still struggling not to panic but he takes a sip of his juice and stays calm. He pats the empty spot on the bed where Steve could come and sit down and he takes a slow breath.

“It’s alright Stevie. I let you down..even if I didn’t mean to, I did. And you don’t approve, I don’t expect to change your mind about it I was just…not expecting some of the things you said,” he admits quietly, looking down at his crackers. He doesn’t know why but his mind is hung up on ‘voucher and a ride, voucher and a ride’ as if he too meant nothing. That’s not true, right? He meant something…Tony made him feel like he was important but…but maybe he did that with all his hookups? He doesn’t like thinking that way, it didn’t feel like it matched the Tony he knew and spent time with, to pretend that he mattered, but his internal fears weren’t exactly rational.

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony shrugged.  He hadn’t really thought about getting a pet.  Not since his dog died when he was a little boy.  There were a lot of factors to that.  From his lifestyle not being that compatible to having one, to some lingering trauma regarding the loss of his dog, and the way his dad collected animals the way Tony collected cars.  None of that mattered when it came to Steve getting a pet though. Even if they were together, Tony would be fine with a dog or cat being around.  Though he did worry about their lifestyles around it.

“Sure,” he said.  “We can do that.”

Tony shifted so he was propped above Steve, looking down into his eyes as he brushed his finger’s through the blond’s hair.  “Oh, honey.  I guarantee it,” he said and kissed him hard.

“That’s true. I’m happy it just being us. Maybe we could get a dog at some point or some kind of pet because I’ve always wanted one, but we could never afford one back in the day.” He muttered softly, smiling at the thought of them going to the park with a dog.

Leaning into the way Tony was touching him, Steve could feel himself growing turned on at the thought. It sounded so perfect. Sounded like something he really wanted to feel. “Oh really? I’d like to feel that. It already felt good when you had your fingers in me, so I feel like it’s gonna feel good when you’re in me.” He breathed out gently, voice deepening a bit.

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony shook his head. “No.  We can’t have biological kids, sadly.  Don’t even had any siblings we could use in a surrogacy situation to get close.  But it’s okay.  That’s not what makes a family anyway.” 

He curled his fingers in Steve’s hair, tugging on it lightly and his other hand skims down Steve’s side to his ass.  “Feel’s pretty fuckin’ amazing, Cap.  I think it’s probably as close to coming like a woman does.  You know how normally when you come it’s in your balls?  When it’s from being fucked, it hit’s you right here.”  He pressed his hand on the spot below his belly button.  And the first time it happens, fuck, baby, you have no idea how much you come.  It’s way more than normal.  It’s like it taps into a source of cum that was never reached before.  It’s crazy.  And - you can have multiple orgasms, because it doesn't matter how much you’ve got in the tank.  If you’ve been drained dry, you’ll come dry.”

“It is but they’d be the best kids. I know that it’ll never happen, pretty impossible for it to happen, and that’s okay. It’s nice just being able to imagine it.” He muttered softly before he was moving to press a kiss against the male’s cheek.

Leaning into the feeling of the male’s fingers in his hair, Steve sighed out comfortably. It felt so nice having the male’s hands against him, being pressed up close like they were. “Mm, nope. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like, y’know?”

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony kissed Clint’s forehead, and lay with the archer spooning him as he checked emails and his texts.  After a while, he couldn’t sit still any longer, so he carefully moved out of Clint’s hold and went to use the bathroom.

He showered and changed into a suit then went downstairs to eat breakfast and catch up on today’s news.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers and kissed back tiredly before settling back on the bed still holding him for as long as he was planing to stay in bed.

“Maybe just like an hour more.. or so..” he mumbled tiredly already drifting off again.

[mr-tony-stark]

“Good.  I’m glad it’s all working well.  And the cradle appears to have worked perfectly.  I do know Shuri and Helen will want to check you over before you head out, but really, as soon as you feel up to it, you can go.  You just gotta run that anesthetic out of your system.  We had to make a special dose to counteract the serum, so we don’t want you wobbling around with it still affecting you.” 

He stood up and ran his hand down Bucky’s new arm.  “Yeah, Cap’s outside waiting.  I told him he couldn’t come in until you said you were up for visitors.  I’ll send him in and go grab you a glass of water.”  He grabbed the peanut butter crackers.  “I got these for you too.  I can get you something else if you want.”

He headed out down the hall, letting Steve know Bucky asked for him.

Steve stepped in, offering Bucky a sheepish smile. “Hey…” he said.  “How are you feeling?”

He ran his hand through his hair as he hovered at the end of the bed. “Look… about before … I shouldn’t have said any of those things…”

Bucky blushes a little at the soft kiss, it soothed something in him as he feels it. Not just because he can feel it but because it confirms to him that nothing was different. He knows he's still got a lot of fear in his heart that Tony might end things some day but at least for right now, it was good. They were good.

He takes the juice with his flesh hand, still flexing his metal one experimentally. "It feels good honestly, good and pretty light yeah. I can't wait to be able to train with it, test it out, see how strong the vibranium is," he murmurs before taking a sip of juice. He hums contently, it was very sweet, but nods at the offer of water

"Yes please..and did..did Steve want to come in? I..I know he said he was planning to see me after the surgery, if he's waiting maybe he can come in? I.." he reaches out to take Tony's hand again, "I sort of shut down on him at breakfast.."

[mr-tony-stark]

“Pretty and stubborn.  That’s a deadly combo,” he said.  “I should know.  I fell for the prettiest, most stubborn guy out there.”  

It was funny talking about hypothetical kids that could never exist.  He wondered if Steve really wanted kids or not.  Tony wasn’t sure about them, but then he hadn’t been sure about this either.  And yet, here they were.  So maybe one day…

He smiled against Steve’s skin and brushed his fingers through his hair. “Oh really?  You can’t wait at all, huh?” he asked, skimming his hands down Steve’s chest. 

“Part mule, huh?” He laughed at that gently before he was shaking his head. “Yeah they’d be pretty stubborn. I think our kids would be pretty cute though. One having blue eyes and one having dark eyes like you.” He hummed out, smiling to himself at the thought of them.

The way Tony was talking and pressing close had Steve swallowing thickly, trying to not get turned on but then his lips were on his pulse and that had the blood rushing south. “Me too. Can’t wait.”

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony nodded.  “Yeah. Yup.  Back in space again,” he said.  He leaned over and checked his clock.  It was early, but not crazy.  There wasn’t really any reason to stay in bed.  He kissed Clint and reached over to grab his phone.  “You can sleep if you want.  I’ll just check some emails.”

He glanced up at the ceiling.  “FRIDAY, let the cook know I’m awake.  Waffles today I think.”

“You got it, Tony,” the AI replied.

And he did. The second he heard Tony gasp and felt him move he wrapped his arms around him and kissed his forehead. His eyes stayed closed but he spoke gently while holding him.

“You okay?” He asks tiredly and let his eyes flutter a bit when he looked at him to make sure he was actually okay

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony smiles as Bucky’s whole demeanor changes.  The delight at discovering that he could now feel was exactly what Tony was hoping for.  The touch thing would be tricky.  Right now the pain receptors were set low, Bucky would feel some negative feeling if he did something that would hurt his other arm, because brains were tricky and there was a chance that if Bucky could feel in his metal arm everything except pain, his brain would trick him into thinking the same was true in his real arm as well.  But there was also a chance that his brain could overcompensate and start just interpreting that negative feeling as pain and Bucky would feel like his skin was charing or his bones were breaking if he used that arm to do something that it could easily do.  All in all, it meant they needed to keep checking in with it to make sure things continued to work as they were supposed to, and if worse came to worse, they’d have to turn of those sensors or limit them.

That was a problem for another day.  Bucky was too groggy to understand that now and he had time to at least enjoy it without any issues.

Tony took Bucky’s Vibranium hand and kissed his palm.  “There you go.  Something for you to feel,” he said.

“How’s it feel?” Tony said, grabbing the Capri Sun from the tray.  “Light? You have control of it properly?

He held the juice pouch out to Bucky.  “Here you go.  Some sugar will help you warm back up.  You want some water too?”

While he’s looking around, he notices Steve isn’t there and as much as he loves him, he’s a little relieved. He wasn’t sure he was able to mask right now, and he didn’t want the other man to worry about him.

He smiles weakly at the nickname, sitting up a little bit so he can look down at his new arm. He had seen it in Tony’s lab but the dark metal was such a contrast to the steel he was accustomed to. He moves it slowly, smiling brighter when it works perfectly. But then he realizes something and without thinking, he reaches out to Tony with his metal hand. It touches his arm, and Bucky’s eyes widen, “I can feel you? I can…I can feel with this arm now?” he says with shock, he hadn’t felt anything in his left hand since he lost it, he couldn’t believe it.

Tears shone in his eyes as he processes it and he slides his hand down to take Tony’s hand lightly, “Thank you so much, thank you to all of you guys that..that helped with this. I..” he looks back down at his hand and starts flexing his fingers and his wrist, testing out all the joints.

After a few minutes, he tries to sit up more, but is a little weak, “m’thirsty…” he mumbles, looking around for water.

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony laughed hard.  “I mean - I won’t argue with that.  I think I’m part mule,” he said. “Good thing we can’t biologically reproduce with each other.  Imagine how stubborn a kid would be if they had both our genes.  We’d never get them to do anything!  Their first word would be no.” 

Tony hummed, wriggling a little closer to Steve and putting his leg over his hip.  “Oh you will,” he said.  “You’re gonna feel the imprint of me for the rest of your life.  Just like I can still feel you in me.”  He sucked at Steve’s pulse point.  “Looking forward to it, honey.”

“Mm, you’re right. I’m just trying to do my best and sometimes it’s hard when you have these bad guys kickin’ my ass.” He laughed gently, shaking his head. “Oh you think I’m stubborn? Says the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.” He teased lightly.

“You do. I’m looking forward to it, Mr Stark. Be feeling you for days.” He breathed out, cheeks flushing softly as he laid there. “Feel like I’ll cum pretty quick.”

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony shook his head. “No.  They might think you were misguided, but I don’t think they’d think you were bad.  You only want good things for the world, no one is confusing that, even if they do think what’s best is wrong.”

Tony kissed his jaw. “You are stubborn though.”

He nodded and leaned into Steve’s touch. “Yeah.  We have lot of sun to get and a lot of fish to eat, and a lot of sex to have.  I still gotta fuck you properly, Mr. Rogers.” 

“I’m sure there’s some people who think I’m a bad person. All of the Germans thought I was bad back in the 40s. There’s probably bad guys out there who think I am, but I don’t care.” He laughed gently, shaking his head. “I do like hearing it from you though. Feels nice.” He hummed out lightly, biting down on his bottom lip.

Returning the kiss softly, he slowly brushed his thumb over the male’s cheek. “Sounds good to me. For now let’s enjoy this vacation.”

[mr-tony-stark]

After a few tests and measurements, it’s decided that Bucky can go under and the procedure can start.  It goes remarkably well.  The surgery to remove the remnants of HYDRA’s tech from his shoulder is very fiddly and takes a long time, but once it’s all removed, the cradle is moved into place and set to work, repairing the damage that had been done to his nerve endings and the flesh around them.  While it did it’s work, Shuri and Tony made sure the arm was ready to be put in place and finally when it was, the cradle wove the intricate circuitry into the shoulder piece so the line between flesh and tech was blurred.  This arm, while removable, wouldn’t just be a prosthetic, it would be part of him, able to sense touch just as his flesh hand did.

Steve had come down to check on him, but Tony had passed along the information that he wasn’t allowed in until Bucky gave the go ahead.  Tony refused to let Steve upset Bucky again, and that meant not being there when he woke up.

Finally when he was wheeled out to recovery and the anesthetic started to wear off, they connected the arm to the shoulder and wiped it down.  Tony sat next to him as he started to come too.  He had some juice and peanut butter crackers ready to go for when he woke up. 

Tony smiled when he heard his raspy voice and he smiled. “Welcome back, Frosty.  It went perfectly,” he said.  “Why don’t you hold it up and take a look.”

Bucky’s mind goes quiet at the kiss, melting into it like it was the most natural thing in the world. By this point…it really was natural. He has to bite his lip when Tony pulls away to keep from whining for more. It didn’t last long, his mind gets loud again just a minute later when Tony takes his hands to walk to the medlab. He schools his expression, trying to be normal as he is introduced to everyone in person for the first time. But the more they talk, the more anxious he gets, and he doesn’t let go of Tony’s hands the entire time. He doesn’t care, doesn’t give a shit if it looks weird, or of they give him questioning looks, he needed it.

When he lays down to get hooked up to the machines and the IV that would administer the meds that were supposed to knock him out, his hands are trembling because he finally had to let go of Tony. His mask was starting to crack as he looked around at everything a little anxiously, but it’s not until they’re telling him that they’re counting him down that he becomes frantic.

“P..Please..” he whispers, eyes locked on Tony’s as tears start to flood down his cheeks and he starts to hyperventilate in the last moments before he passes out. He doesn’t even realize it, he feels like he closes his eyes for just a second but the next thing he knows he’s regaining consciousness slowly. No time to dream, no time to have nightmares either. His head feels so heavy as he shifts slowly, looking around, “T..Tony? How..how’d it go?” he asks softly, afraid to look at his left arm.

[mr-tony-stark]

“Night, Cupid.  I love you too,” he said.

Tony took a little longer to get to sleep, but much faster than it used to be.  He sleeps fairly soundly.  He woke early the next morning with a soft gasp.  He blinked and braced himself, ready for Clint to pull him closer. 

Clint laughed and shook his head before nodding softly and kissed him gently and lovingly. “Night, handsome.. love you,” he spoke gently and held him close.

And it didn’t take long at all until atleast Clint was fast asleep, breathing steadily while holding onto Tony.

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony has never seen Bucky like this.  He’s seen him shut down and quiet.  He’s seen him pissed. He’s seen him worried.  He’d even seen him scared.  But in all those cases he held himself together in a quiet, snarky yet stoic form, not about to bend or break for anyone.

Right now he felt broken.  Completely ripped apart at the seams and struggling to keep the insides where they were supposed to be. 

Tony looked into his eyes as he held Bucky in place, foreheads pressed together, and Tony’s fingers carding through the supersoldier’s hair.  “Hey.  It’s okay.  We can do it now.  You haven’t spoiled anything.  You can’t spoil anything.”

He slid his hands down to Bucky’s neck and cradled his jaw.  He looked into his eyes and then leaned in, kissing him deeply, his tongue softly brushing over Bucky’s.  When he pulled back, he took Bucky’s hands.  “Come on.  Let’s go get this started.”

It was so much more than he had expected, Bucky had anticipated that Tony would flash his usual charming smile and reassure him with a joke or teasing and then they would be off to the medlab. But then Tony’s pulling him close, and he immediately moves to hold him too, both arms wrapping around his waist and it hits him that this is the last time he’s going to hold Tony with this metal arm

He melts at the hand in his hair, his eyes sliding shut as he just holds Tony close, finally feeling something through the numbness. The cold feeling was slipping away the longer he held him and he was shocked by the tender affection Tony was showing him. They were more touchy with each other sure, just casual contact, but this cracked something open inside of him that he hadn’t known he’d locked away.

He takes a slow shuddering breath when Tony tells him exactly what was going to happen and he nods weakly, expecting that to be it but then Tony’s kissing him again and pressing their foreheads together.

He opens his eyes again and his stormy blues are shining with tears, he doesn’t know why and god he wants to hit himself again. But he doesn’t, he just holds Tony’s waist gently and looks into his gorgeous brown eyes, they were so worried for him and he feels his guilt build. He upset Steve and now he’s worrying Tony god..god what was wrong with him?

He knows Tony is being helpful, but for some reason being told he’s in control makes his anxiety worse for a moment. He wasn’t meant to be in charge what if he messed up? But he just tries to breathe, looking at Tony for a long moment

“I’m scared b..but I don’t want to call it off. I feel better knowing you’re there and..and once it’s over I’ll be fine, I can do this..” he whispers softly, “please, I want to do this, don’t want to put it off anymore because it’ll only make things worse, I..please?”

He doesn’t know why it’s a question but it’s like he needs Tony’s permission to want this, to get the surgery, and he doesn’t know if that’s alright. What if he’s freaking Tony out right now and once the surgery was done and they didn’t need to work together anymore on the arm, he..he decided Bucky was too much?

He tries to push that thought away, he didn’t need to worry about that on top of everything else.

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony leaned into his hand.  “I mean, I feel like anyone would tell you this, Steve,” Tony said.  “I don’t think there’s a single person on earth who thinks you're a bad person.  You’re here now because you’re a good person.  If it’s me you need to hear that from, then I feel honored.  But hopefully, one day, you’ll feel as good about yourself as you actually are,” he said.

He kissed him and nuzzled in close.  “We’ll figure it out when we get back.  It’s not a big trip, we can go up and back on a weekend sometime.” 

Having Tony care for him like this about something that had haunted him since he had woken up from the ice had him realising how lucky he was. He nodded slowly, a hand moving to rest against the male’s cheek. “It means a lot to be able to have this conversation with you and for you to be here for me. I am thankful for all of the decisions I’ve made for the most part because it’s brought me to you and you’re one of the best things that’s happened to me.”

“I’ll let you decide when. I know it’ll be difficult for you but I’ll be with you every step of the way.” He breathed out gently, pressing a kiss to Tony’s lips.

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony continued to brush his fingers though Clint’s hair, scratching his scalp.  He chuckled softly and pressed a soft kiss to Clint’s shoulder.  “Hey you keep that particular arrow in its quiver.  It’s just for me,” he joked. He rested his cheek on Clint’s shoulder and ran his hand down to his chest.  “Get some sleep, sexy,” he said.  “Your mind is running faster than mine does.”

Clint leans into his touch and hummed a bit closing his eyes a bit. “Sounds good to me,” he spoke and grabbed his arms and kissed his wrist gently.

Clint laid down properly and held him close as he watched him gently. “I’ll be on the sideline cheering for you, maybe I’ll flash you like some crazy fans do,” he joked and laughed a bit.