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[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

As Steve sat on a bed in the medical wing of Stark Tower, he wondered if there was something in the air these days that he and Bucky were trading off being injured from month to month. First there was Bucky's leg injury, then he'd been lost in the jungle for a week, followed by Bucky's issues with his arm and now he'd been hit by something of HYDRA's in the last mission to end up like this. This, being the effects of the serum seemingly to have disappeared entirely, leaving him with his pre-serum body and its issues. Tony had gaped at him on listening to Steve's laundry list of medical issues before demanding 'how the hell did you survive into adulthood?' They'd all known he'd been sickly as pre-serum but apparently it had never sunk in as to how bad it actually was. He had to admit it did sound bad on paper but he'd live (mostly) fine for twenty-one years in that body and he'll deal with it today.

At least seventy years later modern medicine has developed far enough that they had medicine to help alleviate some of the symptoms of the worst of his body's poor health. The shots he'd been given and the huge amount of pills laying on the side table was proof of that. Tony was talking about developing some sort of bubble to keep him safe. He appreciated the thought but firmly vetoed that idea. The entire team wanted him to stay in the Tower where JARVIS could monitor his health twenty-four by seven. That he also tried to argue against; he 'd lived alone after his mother's death in this body until the day he joined the army, there shouldn't be any problems with him heading back to his far more upscale apartment.

He scowled darkly and started planning his escape. JARVIS would no doubt tell on him the moment he left but there were still one or two things he could do to make sure he at least got a head start. And once he was back in his apartment, it'll be hard to move him back.

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Well, he wouldn't say that he trusted them as he trusted Steve, but in combat, he suspected that they would make an effort not to let him die outright. He did spent some time with them, but it wasn't the same kind of laughing camaraderie that he had seen happen between the group members. "It's not the same as it is with you," he said softly. "I don't entirely like the big groups still."

The sound that Steve made caused more heat to radiate from his core outwards. The movie was completely ignored as he explored the range in which he could hear and see Steve reacting, his hands still working and changing pace here and there to see what his friend liked best. He curled a leg around Steve's thighs, holding his friend close as his hips rolled to experience a little stimulation himself. He leaned down and kissed Steve full on the mouth, his tongue teasing between his friend's lips as he added a hopeful sound.

The other Avengers might have started off trusting Bucky out around the field and in the Tower at the beginning because of Steve but he knew that now that there were some genuine trust and respect for Bucky by them. "Not every friendship is the same...what I have with Natasha is different from what I have with Thor for example." And what he had with Bucky right now was entirely unique and still changing. "I know you don't. And it's okay. I don't mind my friends all in a group together but it's a different story with big groups of strangers." He might know now how to play to an audience of strangers but it didn't mean he liked it.

That exact spot where his spine went crooked as it was massaged still felt the best but other spots all along his spine were almost as sensitive. He moaned again, Bucky's name a mangled word in the middle of it, arching into the touch like a cat. He ran a hand up Bucky's bare chest and kissed back, mouth opening for Bucky with just a touch of hesitation as this new position lined up their groins to grind against each other almost perfectly.

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Steve made a valid point, and he slowly nodded his head as he contemplated the idea that all friendships were different. He still was unable to grapple with the idea that people aside from Steve might be able to form a bond with him. "There is trust with some of us," he finally said softly. He recognized the look, the gestures to include him because he was wanted not because he was just there. "I only find myself in the groups of the Avengers. They are still very loud."

He didn't think he was taking advantage of Steve, and even if he was a little, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the feel and sounds that his friend made. He shivered and felt his ardor rise even more when his name fell from Steve's lips in such a way. His metal hand slipped downwards to grasp Steve's backside, pulling their hips together to increase the friction as his kiss became more earnest and needy.

Bucky's attention was usually focused only on him, Steve knew, and he did worry sometimes this wasn't healthy. And this was why he often encouraged Bucky to join him as often as possible whenever the Avengers gathered socially. They were the most open-minded people he knew and they understood Bucky's background and so when not to push something. "Yeah...it's a good start from there. I know they're loud but not all of them or every time." Though he had to admit when they were altogether in the same place it did tend to get boisterous.

It wasn't taking advantage if Steve was willing. He was actually a bit worried it might be the other way around. But it was Bucky who started this and Bucky can end this at any time and he wouldn't say a word against it. He whined into Bucky's mouth as their groins grinded harder together, just as greedy for it as Bucky. Steve only broke the kiss when it felt like he couldn't get enough air into his weak lungs, gulping for air with his mouth.

He was less rigid when all the Avengers gathered, and he generally stayed longer than he had been in the past. Since Tony and Bruce fixed his arm and Natasha and Clint had gone on missions with him with their unique skills, it was easier to relate to them. Thor still wanted to spar with him, but he was still declining at this point. "They seem to enjoy large groups most of the time. It gets loud then."

When he was feeling this warm and good, he saw no reason to end what they were doing. His hips found a rolling rhythm that seemed to achieve the best friction and had him groaning the loudest to offset Steve's whines. He turned his face when Steve broke away, instead kissing and sucking his way down his friend's slim neck as his hands continued to work over the twist of spine and all those little spots that Steve enjoyed being touched.

It was a good start, Steve knew, that Bucky was slowly relaxing in his other friend's company. There was still a long way to go but maybe eventually Bucky may find pleasure in company of other people outside of their small group of friends. "They do and it does. And individually they won't mind if you want to spend time with them, or just in smaller groups of two's or three's."

Ending their currently pleasurable activities was the last thing on Steve's mind. In fact, not much else was on his mind than the fact that every action Bucky took felt good, from the hot kisses down his neck, the clever hands working his back and the hips grinding with just enough pleasure against his. "BuckyBuckyBuckyBucky..." Steve chanted almost mindlessly as he threw his head back to give Bucky more access to his neck. There was a familiar burning sensation in his chest that he ignored in favour of chasing after the pleasure Bucky was causing in his body.

He would have to consider if he was willing to leave Steve's company to actually take time with the others. He preferred the company of Natasha and Clint for shared life skills, but Tony and Bruce talked so much he didn't have to contribute to the conversation, just sit quietly and listen. Thor would probably want to arm wrestle.

He opened his mouth and let his hot breath brush over the wet marks that his mouth had left behind before he continued down along his friend's shoulder. He paused to suck on some pale skin just above Steve's clavicle, the redness of a small hickey stark contrast to the rest of his friend's skin. His flesh hand pushed between their bodies to touch and stroke the sources of their pleasure and heat. He shuddered at the almost constant sound of his name, pressing his chest harder against Steve's, crowding his friend that had nothing to do with his usual protectiveness.

Steve moaned helplessly at what felt like pleasurable overload in sensations from different parts of his body, starting from the way Bucky's hot breath felt like over the tender wet skin at his throat, then at Bucky's actual mouth sucking and kissing at his shoulder and below. Clutching tightly on whatever random place his hands found themselves on Bucky's body, his fingers dug in so hard he was sure it would be painful if he still had the presence to mind to think. As it is, the hand roughly stroking their combined erections were the last straw and Steve let out a almost painful wail as he came all over Bucky's hand four or five strokes in.

That was the point that Steve's body that it's had enough, and he wheezed as he bowed his head and pressed it against Bucky's chest, trying to fight off the dizziness he was feeling so as to not black out. He was not going to pass out at this point, he was not.

He had never seen Steve this noisy and restless before, and it was such a thrill for him that he couldn't stop himself, didn't want to halt where this was all going. He wanted it, wanted to explore it and expose it completely for them both, and he was going to with how Steve's limbs clung to him and held on for dear life. The movie was long forgotten, just background noise to the louder noise of pleasure from them both.

His own pleasure mounted when his hand found them both and stroked them together, his hips pumping. His own stamina lasted longer, though not much given how this kind of pleasure felt so new and overwhelming to both body and mind. He groaned and released himself over his own hand and their bellies as well. He was panting slightly, but metal arm encircled Steve's shoulders and drew his friend back up onto his chest where he deemed it safest to catch their breaths. He of course caught his much sooner.

"Stay with me, Stevie. Come on, just stay with me," he murmured encouragingly to his friend.

The sex felt wonderful while it lasted. Steve has shared such physical pleasures with other people before, mostly dames and all of them after the serum when none of his physical issues would cause problems. He had not missed the way his body almost betrayed him that last moment; he doesn't think he'll ever be look at anyone in the eye if he actually blacked out in the middle.

"I'm...good." He said in between wheezes, only absently noticing that Bucky has also released, feeling warm liquid splashing against his belly and shirt. The movie in the background was just white noise, and Steve could only feel the beating of Bucky's heart underneath his cheek resting against his friend's chest and the hard sound of himself trying to get enough air inside of his own lungs. "I'm...good." It wasn't quite a full asthma attack yet but it was close.

"You're...calling me Stevie..." He's not even sure Bucky realized he's using that old nickname though he supposed his current appearance might have brought back some those old buried instincts.

He shifted, suddenly uncertain that he might have pushed Steve's frail body too far with his actions, but his friend was awake and responding to him. He didn't like the way that Steve was breathing though, and he curled his arms protectively around his friend's back. He was also aware of the warm wetness that was drying on his hand and between their bodies.

"I... yes, I am. Are you okay with me calling you that?" He stroked metal hand up and down Steve's back in a hopeful attempt to soothe his friend's breathing. He impulsively leaned his head down so that he bury his nose into Steve's hair and sighed. "I'm... sorry if I was hard on you."

He thought it was a rapid improvement that he was no longer seeing black spots in his vision. Steve curled up more comfortably against Bucky, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of drying com on his belly and clothes. A bit later, he'll be wanting a hot bath and clean clothes but for now this was fine. He suspected if he tried to stand up right now he really will keel over.

The hand on his back was nice and rhythmic and he tried to match his breathing to the up and down strokes. "It's...fine..." He breathed out, then in, then out again, slowly. "You used to call me that...when we were kids. Was just surprised." Steve stilled as he went over Bucky's next words inside his head, then let out a sound that started off as a laugh but turned into a series of hacking coughs instead. Yes...Bucky certainly had been 'hard' on him alright. And he'd been 'hard' right back.

He ignored the wet stickiness between them in favour for keeping a close watch on Steve to make certain that his friend would recover well. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled Steve's hair in an attempt to soothe his friend's ailing body.

"Yes... I did, didn't I?" He hummed as he had a fragment of a memory to go with that and was even more pleased. His hands stroked Steve's body "May I still call you that sometimes? I know you aren't a child anymore, but... it was my name for you." He shifted under his friend at the laughter, uncertain what he had said to earn that kind of response. "...are you alright?"

The nuzzling was very nice as was the hands stroking his firmly up and down his back and he wouldn't object Bucky repeating it later on. He rubbed his cheek against Bucky's chest, continuing to try to breath easy and deep, nodding in response to Bucky's question before adding a raspy verbal response. "Of course. You're the only one left now...that knows that old nickname." Not even Peggy knew it, due to the fact they'd met as adults.

Steve coughed some more in between more wheezing, trying not to dig his elbows into Bucky's body as his own shifted in response to the coughing. "I'm...fine..." Of course Bucky didn't understood the inadvertent pun he'd just made. They'll probably have to talk about the actual sex later (and it'll probably be just as awkward as the first time) but now he just wants to let his body recover.

He sighed at the smoothness of Steve's cheek, and he was keenly aware of the return to normal breathing for his friend. There was only warmth for the smaller man on his chest, and he hummed as he remembered little fragments of times that he had used that nickname when they were children and even in teenage years. "Then... it's my name for you just like Bucky is yours for me."

He patted Steve's back gently, and he didn't mind the shifting or bony protuberances from his friend. "You don't sound alright with all that wheezing," he replied, daring to drop his flesh hand to squeeze one of Steve's ass cheeks.

Years and years ago there'd been a times he wished he could grow a beard or a mustache in a mistaken impression that will make him look less frail. Later on he was glad as it saved him from having to have every day in the army. "Yeah...that's right. You were the one who told me to call you Bucky though...the first time we met...and it stuck. Said the name James was too stuffy." Steve smiled in remembrance of happy times in the past.

He privately admitted he'll probably need his inhaler if the wheezing doesn't go away in another few minutes but he doesn't want to move quite yet. "It's fine...if it doesn't..." The rest of his sentence was interrupted with a squeak from Steve as he felt one of his ass cheeks squeezed. "Bucky!"

Shaving was just something that he did because it seemed to be expected of him and he found that being clean-shaven was a novel pleasure. "James is a very stuffy formal name," he agreed thoughtfully. He couldn't imagine Steve actually using it, though he thought that some of the Avengers might enjoy using such a formal name for him. "I want you to call me Bucky still."

His hand rubbed up and down Steve's back, and he shifted his legs up again to frame Steve in so his friend didn't have to feel like rolling over wasn't an option. Steve wouldn't fall off of him anyway. "Yes?" His hand pet Steve's offended ass cheek as an apology.

"People only used to call you 'James' if you were in trouble." Steve hummed. Several people came to mind, most of them long dead like their old school teachers, Bucky's mother, and Colonel Philips. Formal names sounds more impressive when listed out one by one in that particular tone of voice. "Alright. Bucky it is." Certainly if Bucky wanted to to use another name he would have but he has always liked the name Bucky best.

Steve made another squeaking noise as he felt the offending hand pet his buttocks again. "I need my inhaler. And to get clean now." If he started squirming again in Bucky's lap again it might start something he's not sure his body can take again so soon even if mentally he doesn't really object. This excuse should give both of them a bit of a break.

Yes, he figured that would be the only reason, and he wondered if he got himself into enough trouble whether Steve would be reduced to calling him 'James'. He doubted it; it seemed to him that the strength and volume of 'Bucky' just continued to rise when Steve was dealing with any antics that his friend wasn't certain of or was annoyed about.

He stiffened at the mention of inhaler, and old instincts, even those long forgotten, were quick to kick in. He gently tipped Steve off of him and shot out of the pillow fort like lightning to go and retrieve the inhaler through the massive bag of medications. He knew what he was looking for and he skidded on his bare thigh on the carpet in his haste to give the inhaler in Steve's hands. He watched anxiously from outside the fort, mess still drying on his belly and thighs but having eyes only for Steve.

Steve opened his mouth to tell Bucky that he wasn't in QUITE that much hurry in need of medicine at that moment when he was set down gently and had only enough time to crawl out of the pillow fort himself before Bucky returned. He winced at he way Bucky's bare skin dragged along the carpet; it was a good quality carpet and better than he would have owned before the war and usually that would hurt but he supposed Bucky would barely feel that sort of pain. He inhaler in hand, he took two puffs as directed earlier. It was more of a precaution at this point in Steve's opinion but within minutes he could feel himself breathing far easier with the wheezing almost disappearing entirely.

He sat there and let himself just breath, slow and deep breathes for a few minutes more before looking up at Bucky with a smile and climbing to his feet, sparing a glance at the movie that was still playing at the side. "Thank you, Bucky. I"m going to go get clean now. Do you want to...?" He left his sentence open ended; Bucky could of course go and do as he wished.

He ignored the burn sensation on his flesh, intent on his mission to make certain that Steve was able to breathe freely and without issue. He watched avidly for the signs that things were better, that all was well again and the potential of crisis had been averted with quick action and the marvels of modern medicine. There was something grounding about watching Steve breathe.

Slowly, he pushed himself fluidly to his feet along with Steve, but he had eyes only for his friend. "You are alright with me getting clean right now too?" He took a single step to bring himself in behind Steve, his flesh arm circling his friend's slim waist protectively as he pressed his chest to Steve's shoulders.

Modern medicine was really one of the things he liked best about the future. Before the war he'd have been puffing on one of his asthma cigarettes and hoped for the best. He's learned since then while they helped with the symptoms (sometimes) they also might have been contributing to his heart problems. The inhaler was cleaner, much faster acting, and didn't have nearly as many or serious side effects. He breathed, keeping the breathes deep and even and feeling much better when there wasn't the feel of something constructing his lungs from getting the air it badly needed.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I be?" They've showered and bathed and slept together already, this shouldn't been any different. Steve tipped his head back against Bucky's bare chest and looked up into his friend's face. He could feel how broad shouldered and heavily muscled Bucky was compared to him standing close together in this position.

He was gaining an appreciation of the marvels of medicine now that Steve was like this, and the medications and the inhaler and the promotion of good health was the only thing that kept him from hovering constantly. Steve was safe. Steve was happy. Steve was tiny but fierce. There was a fondness that was nestled deep in his brain that he couldn't hope to explain in words, but he felt it all the same like a splinter in his mind.

"I have to check. Boundaries or something," he said even as he tilted his chin to his chest so that he could look down into Steve's upturned face. It was easy to just lean down and seal their lips together, his metal hand sliding under Steve's jaw to keep his friend's face upturned towards his own.

Steve also quite appreciated food in the modern century. No more boiled cabbage, no more boiled ANYTHING. And thanks to vitamins and new scientific/medicinal discoveries, he never has to eat another slice of animal liver ever again if he doesn't want to (and he never wants to again, that stuff was awful). There was good food readily available from all around the world and more than that, a warm place for them to live. There was lots of things that shouldn't have happened to either one of them but here and right now he was so grateful and happy he can share all of this with Bucky who was still with him right here and right now.

He opened his mouth, an exasperated look in his eyes and a tart reply ready, something along the lines of how they have already crossed all sorts of lines and only NOW he was asking before his eyes slid closed at the touch of Bucky's lips on his. He huffed a sigh then he melted against Bucky, mouth hot and pliant under his friend's.

The Soldier just plain appreciated food in general, since he had no particular memory of the old way. If there was food on a plate offered to him, he would probably put it in his mouth and enjoy it because it was all so novel. His body didn't suffer from poisoning either, so he felt little restraint.

He kissed Steve quite thoroughly before he finally pulled back and hummed a soft sound. "To be clean, you'll need to go to the bathroom," he murmured before just scooping Steve up bridal style and padding to the bathroom in question. He kicked the door shut gently, closing them in together in the ultimate privacy.

[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

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