Bucky chuckled at the remark Steve just said, taking a drag from his cigarette. It's a thing they both do while in the tower. They always stand on their own balconies and catch up.
He was about to speak when the balcony door slid open.
A sleepy " Babe?" came from the doorway.
Bucky turned his head to glance over his shoulder, and he smiled at the sight that greeted him.
A half asleep, Peter, wearing only his large henley, was slowly stumbling his way over. Only one eye partly cracked open to see the other still closed. Peter moves stand behind Bucky and presses his face into his back, wrapping both his arms around his waist.
"Come to bed. I need cuddles."
" Yeah? That's what they call it these days?"
Peter snorts a little and squeezes a small hug, giving Bucky's back a couple of kisses.
" I can give you wild ride in the morning. But I wanna cuddle with you tonight. It's too quiet without you. "
" Aw, Doll. You feelin' soft tonight and want pillow talk?"
Peter laughs a little and pulls away from Bucky to head back inside.
" That line might have worked back in your day but not on me. I'm tired, and I need your snoring to put me to sleep. "
" I don't snore,"
" Sure babe, don't be too long. Night Steve."
" Uh.. night Peter."
The door slides shut again, and Bucky frowns at it before looking back at Steve.
" I don't snore."
Steve raises his hands up in an ' I don't know ' gesture.
" You snored before the war... maybe you're just relaxed enough to... snore again."
" Shut it, punk. If anyone snores, it's you."
" Well, uh... 'babe' when did this happen? Does Tony know?"
Bucky points at Steve after putting his cigarette out.
" Not a word."
And then he opens the sliding door to his room and just as quietly closes it behind him. Steve is left alone on his own balcony, staring at the spot. Bucky just was out.
" Shit "
‘‘Great. Nice job, real nice job,’‘ Bucky muttered to himself as he turned to collect himself and take a breath before making his way over to Peter and kneeling down in front of him. ‘‘Hey, look at me, hey,’‘ Bucky coaxed softly as he guided Peter’s hands down from his face, taking in his bloodied face and wet eyes. ‘‘I was scared too. I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t want you to get hurt-’’
‘‘I didn’t want that either!’‘ Peter cut in, shifting closer to Bucky as he sniffled.
‘‘I know, baby. I know,’‘ Bucky soothed before craning his neck to press his lips softly against Peters.
Okay but all I can picture is someone approaching Peter at a party/club etc
" You looking for a Daddy?"
And Peter responded with a
" No, I'm looking for a HUSBAND not a Daddy"
And someone else turns around and speaks up.
" Is that so?"
Happy never forgets a face. Never. It's what makes him extra valuable to someone like Tony Stark. Tony Stark, who runs Stark Industries. Tony Stark, who is head of the Carbonell Italian mob; though, while there is some speculation, it's never been proven.
Happy had a system. He categorized people into color groups.
Green for these people are no bodies and didn’t touch the crime world and were safe to interact with.
Yellow for people who are some bodies but won't cauae trouble but have connections.
Red are people who have connections and could cause trouble.
Then their were Black. Those are the unknowns, and they could be as bad as the reds. People a little too clean. Or people who maybe could be someone undercover. Not enough information on them.
Before every convention, Happy makes a point to do background checks on everyone. He memorized all the photos of the people attending. Sure, maybe Friday helps break into the databases to get the photos, but he is just trying to protect Tony.
So when Happy saw Tony talking to someone, he was already going through the catalog in his mind to place the person. Catching Tony's eye, he touched his black tie to silently signal the group the person falls in. Doesn’t mean it's gonna stop Tony, but it just means he is gonna be a bit more cautious. Hopefully.
Peter Parker. 20 years old. Just finished with his masters at Columbia University in Biochemical Engineering. Mother was a scientist as well. Mary Fitzpatrick. Irish. No father listed on the birth certificate. She married another scientist 4 years later, Richard Parker. Both deceased. Plane crash. Italian Aunt and Uncle raised him. Uncle died later. Shot at a Bodega. Not their area, so not tied to them. Trained as a gymnast. Big brown eyes, wavy brown curls. Smart. Cute. Flexible. Just Tony's type.
But something nags at Happy as he watches Tony and Peter talk.
He glances around the room when he spots them.
The Winter Soldier leaned against a wall, looking around the room on the left side, looking a little too casual. At the refreshment table section was The Captain. He worked for the government but has ties to the Irish mob, though, like Tony. Couldn't be proven. He was staring at Peter and Tony with a frown, not subtle at all.
Then it hits. See, there were rumors that The Captain had a kid. Had them young before he was involved with potential mob connections. And he recalls another rumor going around that there was a small riff between The Captain and The Winter Soldier, a love interest that was not approved.
He has to get Tony away from this Peter Parker.
Peter Parker, who potentially could be the kid of The Captain Steve Grant Rogers.
Peter Parker, who potentially could be the love interest of The Winter Soldier James Buchanan Barnes
While most of the time the team has meetings in the tower or compound, on occasion they have to meet up somewhere else. And when magic may be involved? They definitely are going to the sanctum to quiz Dr. Strange. While he isn't part of the Avengers, he was on call to assist when needed.
The meeting was wrapping up when a voice yelled out
" Honey I'm home!"
Everyone froze, Strange was seeing someone? They haven't heard or seen that he was. And he has been around a lot more recently.
" In the office," voiced Stephen loudly.
" Okay! By the way, where is the first aid kit? It's not under the sink"
Stephen sighed and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "The new one is in the bathroom closet.... why do you need to know?"
" Oh, you know, just a light stabbing. Nothing that I can't do myself." The voice steadily got closer, and the door to the office swung open. " unless you want to. I know you like it when......uhhh... hi?"
There in the doorway stood who appeared to be Spiderman.
A guy in his early twenties, his brown hair was damp from sweat but still a little curly. A blush was forming down his cheeks to his neck and chest. His mask was in hand as he waved awkwardly, his suit was unzip and hanging low on his hips.
Tony lowered his glasses giving Spiderman a once over and whistled. " You have been holding out on us Gandalf"
My favourite pastime is gender bending characters 😭🙏
always remember, friend,
now go in peace
This meme was inspired by the piece "Lucky 10,000" by Randall Monroe.
26yo, Brazilian. Back to this site after years, still getting the hang of it and feeling old. (I multiship; It may not be of your liking.) She/Her 🩷💜🩵
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