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Tony felt around on the other side of the bed, not finding the person he was looking for. He needed to get up; he was hungry and had to pee, but this damn cast on his leg meant it took him three times as long to get anywhere. The blankets were still slightly warm, so he had to be close. The bathroom, if Tony had to guess. He started with a quieter call for his blonde lover. The other brunette one had already gone for his morning training with Sam. Steve and Bucky both insisted on keeping Tony’s crutches away from him so he wouldn’t accidentally fall and hurt himself.
“Steve?”
No answer. A little louder the next time, “Steve?”
Still nothing. He hollered this next time, “Steve!”
Well, the saying must be true. The third time’s the charm. His husband came rushing in, hands still wet from washing them. He was next to Tony in a flash.
“Tones, baby, what’s wrong?” Steve inquired. Tony was still half asleep, not having had any coffee yet, but he never has a filter anyway so it’s no shock to Steve when he blurts, “Gotta piss, old man,” though grinning. The blonde soldier chuckled and picked up the smaller man. He carried his husband to the bathroom and placed him near the toilet, leaving the door open as Steve went to go grab Tony’s crutches.
After the first ordeal of the morning was over, Tony still needed coffee. He was sitting on the bed, trying to wrestle a sock on his foot over his cast, but was growing steadily frustrated because it wouldn’t fucking fit and damn this cast and my fragile fucking bones. Steve was in their walk-in closet, trying to get ready for the day, but his husband’s grumbling was making it near impossible. Steve had a few meetings today, so it was Bucky’s turn to take care of Tony today, but until Bucky got back, the little spitfire was Steve’s problem.
Steve walked out of the closet, pants on but belt unbuckled and shirt still undone. He pads over to the edge of the bed, crouching down and taking Tony’s bad leg from his lap. He slides the sock on with ease, mimicking the same action for the other foot, even though it wasn’t injured. Tony’s poor circulation meant his feet and hands were always cold, but his hands warmed up easier than his feet. The blonde stood up, kissing the top of Tony’s head as Tony smiled softly.
“Thank you,” he whispered, just so Steve could hear. Steve clutched his chest dramatically, fake stumbling backwards a few steps.
“Did Anthony Edward Stark-Rogers just say thank you? Fuck me, it’s the big one, Ethel!” He exclaimed, trying to keep a straight face as he made fun of Tony. His husband looked at Steve with a scowl on his face, then burst out laughing.
“You asshole! When is Buckaroo coming home? He won’t neglect me like you do,” Tony asserted.
Steve stuck his tongue out at the impaired man, fake venom dripping from his features.
Just then, Bucky walks in, sweat dripping from his forehead and long chestnut hair tied back in a bun.
“Buckaroo, I am so glad you’re home. Capsicle here is being especially mean this morning,” Tony pouts, doe eyes looking all sad as if he were a beat puppy. Bucky, of course, takes the bait and teams up with Tony against Steve. The metal-armed man rushes to Tony’s side, pulling the genius into his arms. Tony didn’t even care that he was sweaty from his training. He leans into Bucky and sticks his tongue out at Steve. The blonde just rolls his eyes.
“Tony, my love, care to tell me how those socks got on your feet? Or who carried you to the bathroom?” Steve argues. Tony’s mouth opens, closes, then opens again, almost ready to make an argument, before he just shuts it. Bucky looks down at Tony with a dopey grin on his face and presses a kiss into the older man’s hair.
“It’s okay doll, you can just say you missed me,” Bucky drawls in his Brooklyn accent that drives Tony crazy. What’s worse, the genius was guilty as charged. He prefers having both his husbands by his side, always. Things just don’t feel right when it’s only one of them. Tony mimics Steve’s actions from a few moments ago, rolling his eyes in mock sarcasm now. Steve has finished getting ready and beckons his ragtag gang to the kitchen for breakfast. Wednesday mornings meant omelettes, and Steve made the best ones, so Tony and Bucky would get to sip their coffee with a nice view of their husband’s ass.
Bucky stands from the bed first and quickly scoops Tony up into his arms. The genius had only had the cast for 3 days so he was still in a lot of pain and it hurt to walk, but that doesn't mean his husbands needed to carry him everywhere.
"Buck, I can walk, it's fine," he argued, as he settled into the soldier’s arms. A quiet chuckle sounds from Bucky and Steve both.
"Sweetheart, you weren't putting any weight on that leg when you went to the bathroom this morning. We'll get ya fed and pain meds in ya, then you can boss Bucky around until I get back," Steve asserts, voice commanding but soft. Bucky then leans down a little, using his teeth to tug at Tony's earlobe.
"And you know how much I love bein' bossed around…"
Tony's breath hitches in his throat, his mouth going dry. Bucky has been an absolute fucking tease since the injury, since Tony has been in too much pain to have any fun in the bedroom. He'll get the brunette riled up, then leave him high and dry. Would a blowjob be too vigorous of an activity? It's not like he'd be moving much… Hmm. Tony might know what he and Bucky are going to do after Steve leaves.
In a few moments, Tony is set down in front of the coffee pot per his request. He can still do things for himself, even if his husbands say otherwise. They stand behind him at the ready, making sure the genius doesn't slip or lose his balance as he pours his cup. He can feel their eyes burning holes into his behind, and he purposefully draws out getting his coffee so he can make fun of them.
"I've about had it with you two staring at me," Tony quips, mischief in his eyes.
"Leave Steve alone, he has a serious condition! ...And I think it might be contagious," Bucky teases back.
"I know you're not supposed to touch the artwork, but I promise I won't call museum security."
Bucky snorts, and Tony can tell he's smiling. "Your golden retriever over here has ass-ma. It's chronic."
It was true; both Steve and Bucky loved Tony's ass, but they didn't want him to lose his balance so they both settled for staring while he fixed his coffee. Once the pot was back on the warmer, Tony felt two hands grab at his ass — one Steve, and one Bucky. He could hear them giggling like little school girls behind him.
"Okay, you two," he warns playfully. Bucky squeezes just a little before giving a light smack. Just then Tony stumbles back a little, losing his balance.
Four arms go to catch him, but instead of catching Tony, they knock him down completely instead. An arc of coffee sweeps across the kitchen counter in what seems to be slow motion.
Bucky dives to the floor in an attempt to give Tony a safe place to land while Steve fumbles to catch Tony again. The genius lands on Bucky’s back with groans from both of them while Steve stands with a now coffee-stained shirt, eyes wide and mouth agape.
Everyone is silent for a second and Tony looks like he’s deciding whether to crack up laughing or strain a vein yelling. And then he bursts out with loud laughter, snorting and wheezing and clutching his stomach.
Steve is the first to look at him like he’s crazy. Bucky catches Steve’s gaze, a what the absolute fuck just happened look on his face, head poking out from under Tony like a super-soldier turtle. Then, slowly, they begin laughing, too. Steve is a little shy about it at first, but Bucky is giggling and Tony is still howling, and yeah, okay, maybe this is a little funny.
“Baby…” Bucky begins through chuckles. “Are you okay?”
Tony wipes at his eyes, his stomach hurting too much to continue laughing much longer. “I’m-- I’m fine,” he assures them both, residual snickers still disrupting him. He’s about to calm down when he sees Steve’s shirt, and he shrieks. “Oh my God!” he howls. “Stevie, that shirt is ruined!”
Steve sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, yeah, I know…” His hands move to unbutton the shirt and strip his undershirt off, grabbing a paper towel to wipe off the residual. And then he’s bending down to pick up Tony, kissing Bucky’s temple while he’s kneeled down.
Despite all his teasing, Tony nuzzles into Steve’s chest immediately. “Hel-lo, handsome,” he drawls, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s stubbled jaw. The blonde sighs again, playfully exasperated. There’s a cool hand on Tony’s back, then, Bucky joining his two husbands.
“Seriously, though, you okay, Tones?” Steve asks. Tony wiggles a smidge as if he’s checking his body.
“Jostled my leg a bit, but I’m due for another dose of pain meds anyway,” he shrugs. Bucky’s not necessarily buying it, but he knows better than to push it. He kisses Tony’s cheek gently. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “Didn’t mean to make ya lose your balance.”
Tony just shakes his head with a small little smile. “No worries, Bucky Bear. It was an accident, and I’m not super steady, anyway.”
Steve gives a little look to Tony. “Honey, are those pain meds making you soft?”
He snorts, almost scoffing. “No. How dare you insinuate such a thing.”
Bucky and Steve share a look over Tony’s head, silently agreeing that they like this soft Tony. And the truth was that Tony softened like this, when his two husbands were doting on him and taking care of him after years of telling himself he didn’t deserve this kind of love.
Steve kept him on his hip while he cooked the omelettes, and Tony was perfectly content to stay still. No one dared to tease him about it. Bucky stood watch, occasionally helping Steve when he needed it. The brunette soldier took over Tony once breakfast was finished, Steve rushing out the door to get to SHIELD, but not before his husbands got their goodbye kisses.
And in the quiet of a Wednesday morning, Tony perched on Bucky’s lap with coffee and an omelette, he decided that maybe being a little soft wasn’t all that bad -- but never expect him to admit it.