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Chapter Three Steve/Bucky/Tony
It was a normal day at the tower when JARVIS announced the arrival of General Ross to the team, who were enjoying a veritable buffet for breakfast, prepared by Steve. The super soldier paused in whisking more pancake batter to shoot a worried glance at Bruce. Bruce had frozen with a forkful of eggs just inches from his mouth, before looking up, a little green around the eyes. Clint and Natasha both suddenly looked borderline murderous. Tony looked pissed and like he was gearing up for a fight. Bucky just walked across the room and grabbed a gun out of the closet.
“JARVIS, keep him in the lobby. Let him know that I’ll be down momentarily to deal with him.” Tony said evenly, rising from his chair. “Don’t worry Brucie bear. None of us will let him at you. You’re safe here.” Tony said, smiling at his science bro.
“I’m going with you.” Bucky and Steve said, simultaneously.
“Nope. But…if you wanted to hide in the vents or the stairwell with a couple guns or the shield….well I wouldn’t know.” Tony hinted, as he stepped into the elevator.
“Barton, what’s the fastest way to the vent above the elevator in the lobby?” Bucky asked, making sure his gun was loaded.
“Climb into the vent over the fridge and go left immediately. Go til the third intersection and go right til you can drop down. Just repel down the whole way and then go straight. You’ll be right there.” Clint recited.
“I’ll be behind the door. If he makes one move you don’t like,-“ Steve started.
“You mean like coming to the tower?” Bucky snarled.
“No…like trying to get past Tony or touch him in any way.” Steve clarified. “But if he does something you don’t like, fire a warning shot. Aim for the feet or past his head. I’ll step out with the shield, you choose if you stay in the vent or drop out, and we give Tony time to summon the suit and kick him out.” Steve concluded.
“Fine. Let’s go.” Bucky said, climbing up into the vent.
Steve raced to his floor and got his shield before taking the stairs and just jumping the last five floors, ducking down behind the door.
MEANWHILE WITH TONY AND GENERAL ROSS
“General, how can I help you?” Tony asked, obviously defensive.
“No need to be so defensive, Mr. Stark.” General Ross stated. “I’m just here to speak to you.”
“If you wanna try and get me to tell you anything about Dr. Banner, I’ll save you the trouble. Leave, now.” Tony said.
“I’m actually not here about Dr. Banner. I’m here to speak to you about something that both the government and the military have noticed and need you to stop.” Ross replied.
“What? Did AIM make a reappearance?” Tony asked, suddenly alert. “Do I need to bring the rest of the team down?”
“No no, not at all. It is something to do only with you, Captain Rogers, and Sergeant Barnes.” Ross explained.
Unbeknownst to Ross and Tony, the super soldiers in question got into their positions at that point in time and Bucky almost fired that warning shot.
“What about them?” Tony snarled. “We’ve been over this, Bucky is NOT a HYDRA agent. He was a double agent for SHIELD. Talk to Fury about it.”
“Nothing to do with that either.” Ross said, hands up in surrender. “What we noticed is a distinct increase in bruises on Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes’ necks. The government and military decided I was the best choice to ask you to stop damaging public property. We recognize that you are in a relationship with both of them. However, that does not excuse your blatant disregard for maintaining the immaculate presentation of two of the militaries finest soldiers.”
“You…want me to stop….leaving hickies on my husbands?” Tony asked slowly, unable to comprehend the stupidity.
“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Ross responded.
“And if I refuse? If I point out that technically, neither of them have been in the military for over 70 years? If I remind you that they are both human, citizens of the United States, and therefore, cannot be owned by any person or organization?” Tony stated in his “please the press voice”.
“Then I’ll be forced to stop you. This is not a request Mr. Stark, nor is it a joke.” The general responded, taking a step towards Tony.
Bucky fired two warning shots, one right at the generals’ feet, and the other right past his ear. Steve kicked open the door to the stairwell and stepped out, adjusting the shield on his arm. Bucky kicked out the vent, “I’ll fix that for ya later doll,” and jumped down, landing in a crouch with his gun drawn.
“Back the fuck off General.” Bucky snarled. “Tony is our husband, we are NOT military, and we will not let you or anyone else try to stop him from marking us however he wants when we put him through the mattress.” It was so fierce and lewd and so, so Bucky that Tony burst out laughing, while Steve blushed but stepped up beside Tony.
“I’ll only say this once General. Leave and report back to the military and the government both, that Tony did not answer your order. Report that Sergeant Barnes and I refused it flat out, without letting Tony answer. And be warned, if you or anyone else tries to make it seem like Tony is blatantly disobeying either the military or the government we will do a press conference explaining the situation and showing the security footage from this conversation. Have a good day, sir.” Steve said, finishing with a salute.
Bucky mimicked the salute and Tony flashed a peace sign. “You have your response. Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out.” Tony laughed.
“This isn’t the end of this.” General Ross promised, walking out the door.
“The hell it ain’t.” Bucky smirked.
“So what happened?” Clint asked, when the three stepped off the elevator.
“We heard gunshots. I’m assuming Ross tried to attack you?” Natasha asked, sharpening a knife.
“Well, first it had nothing to do with Bruce. Second, apparently the military and government don’t like that I’ve been leaving hickies on my husbands.” Tony laughed. “On that note, I think it’s past time to add some more.” He stated, with a suggestive wink towards his super soldiers.
“Oh really? I can think of a few ways to do that.” Bucky said, dropping back into his Brooklyn accent.
“You two are horrible.” Steve deadpanned. “Can we at least make it to the bedroom first?”
“Please do.” Clint begged.
“Seconded.” Natasha stated, without looking up.
“Meeting adjourned. Go have fun, in your own room.” Bruce said, leaving no room for argument.