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“Holy shit,” Steve whispered quietly.
Bucky just barely managed not to nod in agreement. The man who just walked in was beautiful. There was no other way to put it. He had fluffy brown hair and even from how far Bucky was from the man, the most stunning pair of brown eyes. There was the beginnings of some kind of beard on his face, but it didn’t look very full. Peach fuzz, and he can’t even grow it. He was with two other people, a man with dark skin and a friendly face, and a woman in skyscraper heels and strawberry blonde hair. They made a formidable group.
“God look at his eyes,” Steve added.
Intelligent. The man’s eyes were intelligent. Bucky was a fucking goner.
“Go talk to him then,” Sam urged.
“Fuck that!” Steve replied looking a little more than frantic.
“Bucky?”
“This ain’t middle school Rogers, ‘m not gonna introduce you to the cute boys,” Bucky responded with a grin.
Steve looked like a kicked puppy. Bucky groaned. Stupid kid knew that look always worked on him.
“Look he’s at the bar- get us some drinks!”
Before Bucky could protest, Steve shoved him toward the bar. Bucky grumbled about his punk ass friend the whole way.
“You strike me as someone who’s hardly satisfied,”
The man handed Bucky a drink. Bucky accepted it without thinking about it.
“I’ve been to better parties,” Bucky replied.
The man laughed. Bucky wanted to continue to hear that laugh for the rest of his life.
“Same as me,”
He said the words quietly, Bucky wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear them or not.
“Bucky Barnes,”
“Tony Stark,”
His hand was calloused. His smile was beautiful. And his eyes seemed to look right through Bucky. His eyes looked as if they held the secrets of the universe.
“So what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
“Unimportant,” Tony responded with a wave of his hand.
Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“Just you wait, Bucky Barnes, just you wait,”
Tony’s smile was a mile wide. He turned to pour himself another drink. Bucky felt like he could breathe a little more easy now that all of Tony’s attention wasn’t focused on him. In his opinion they were getting along rather well. Not his personal best bit of banter but Tony was so handsome it was fucking with his brain a little. Tony clearly knew he was handsome. It was then that Bucky noticed that there was an intricate goatee on Tony’s face. Peach fuzz, and he can grow it. It made him look very distinguishable, something no one could forget.
“So what’s a place like this doing in a guy like you?” Tony asked as he turned back to Bucky.
Bucky let out a surprised laugh.
“I’m here with a friend,” he replied.
“Will this friend care if I take you away?” Tony’s eyes were alight with mischief.
To hide the blush he knew was creeping over his cheeks, Bucky turned to look at Steve. Oh god. Helpless. Steve was helpless and Bucky knew it. He tucked a few strands of his hair behind his ear before he looked at Tony again.
“I’m with my friend- you should meet him,” Bucky said.
For a moment Tony hesitated, Bucky figured he was confused at how fast the conversation shifted from them flirting to this.
“I’m about to change your life, Stark,” Bucky added.
“Lead the way then,” Tony said.
Bucky led him to Steve. The moment Tony saw Steve, Bucky knew it was all over. It was going to be Tony and Steve. That much was obvious.
“Steve Rogers, Tony Stark,” Bucky introduced, the smile on his face was beginning to feel painful.
“It’s a pleasure,”
Tony leaned over the table a little and smirked at Steve.
“Can I steal you for a dance?”
Steve looked at Bucky for a moment, Bucky shrugged and watched them walk toward the dance floor.
Tony and Steve.
“And I thought you two were getting along so well,”
Bucky turned to see Sam. There was smirk on the other man’s face. Bucky rolled his eyes. It was for the best really. Tony and Steve would get along much better. And Steve… Steve could use someone like Tony in his life. If Bucky even so much as mentioned that he kind of liked Tony then Steve would back off. Bucky knew that. Steve would lie and say it didn’t matter to him. But Bucky couldn’t do that to Steve. So Bucky could live with watching them be happy together.
He would never be satisfied.
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It had been three years since that night. Bucky couldn’t forget that night. It stuck to him like glue. It was Tony and Steve. Always Tony and Steve. At least Tony was still in his life. As Steve’s husband. But it was enough, it had to be.
Bucky made a toast to the grooms. To their marriage. And to the hope that they would provide for each other.
“May you always be satisfied,”