[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

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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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He generally has no complaints about Bucky's state of cleanliness. There was that one time Bucky tracked blood in all over the apartment and into bed but that had been under extenuating circumstances that Steve never wanted to see repeat ever again and so far it hasn't. However Steve could always pick up the slightest trace of gunpowder and metal from Bucky's skin, pre-serum body or no (the smell was just more intense in his bigger body). Pressed close as they were right now, those smells filled his nose, along with the lingering scent leather. It was a familiar smell, almost relaxing.

Bucky was right, the boxers were bunching uncomfortably. And he was tired of pulling them up again and again. Still, he hesitated over pulling them off entirely. It seemed like he was asking for trouble, for both their pants to be removed while they were pressed close together like this. "I suppose..." He said reluctantly as he tugged off the boxes and tossed them into a corner for later. Steve told himself that they were both adults and this wasn't like the showers. They were going to watch the movie and relax.

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If there was one thing he was excellent about perceiving, it was hesitation. He always had been that way because it was essential to be faster and stronger than a target, and he had to use that to his advantage. He knew better than to push Steve to be comfortable, especially when doing so would leave them both very close to nudity together. While he knew why Steve avoided it, it was difficult for him to entirely understand why feeling good was such a bad thing sometimes.

He waited and watched until his friend finally agreed and slipped the offending material off. He curled his flesh arm around Steve's waist again and was pleased with the warmth that radiated from Steve's skin, less than the larger body but still present. His own body was making up for Steve's lack of heat by producing more himself. "Better already," he said as the corner of his lip curled in a small smile before he allowed his attention to return to the television.

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It wasn't that be objected to feeling good and sex definitely felt good if done right. It wasn't that he didn't want it. Despite the 'love-em-and-leave-em' and the 'not-my--problem' attitude many people have in this modern world have towards sex it simply wasn't Steve's way, not to mention he knows there are always consequences and after-effects even if they didn't acknowledge them. Steve was rather afraid that Bucky doesn't understand the consequences and he was at a loss to explain it. It wasn't like he could ask someone else to explain either; Sam already looks him him oddly when it comes to him and Bucky and he shies away from the idea of asking Natasha. The rest of the Avengers doesn't seem right either.

He hum an agreement in response to Bucky's comment, not catching the small smile on Bucky's face as his attention was on the movie. There wasn't anything irritating his skin now that the offending boxers were off, Bucky plus the blanket radiating enough heat to be comfortably warm, toasty even, and none of his body's many medical issues were bothering him right now. "We used to watch something like this in the theatres years and years ago." He murmured almost dreamily.

[disassembling]

He was warm and comfortable where he was, uncaring of the press of bare skin on bare skin between them. The blanket hid their relative nudity, and his arm was safe and secure around Steve. There was no sign of danger, no sign of discomfort, and he was all too pleased by that. As far as he was concerned, there were no consequences to being close to Steve save that his friend seemed to get cold feet when they were together and on the verge of feeling good.

"Did we? I haven't been inside a theater in a long time," he said, mostly because he had no memory of being in one. His fingers stroked the small of Steve's back as they companionably watched the film, at ease and warmer than he liked but too comfortable to change it.

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"Me either. I don't really go nowadays...there's so many old films to watch I don't really bother keeping up with the new ones. The last movie we watched was The Wizard of Oz. It's considered a classic nowadays." Steve replied, rubbing his cheek idly along the the edge of Bucky's shoulder. "We tried to make a group outing of it once...it didn't end so well." We being the Avengers and that incident fuelled the gossip rags for weeks. "They used to play cartoons and a newsreel before every movie...not any more. Sadly, idiots disturbing other people during movies remained the same." It as a small thing but he missed the cartoons and the newsreel (though he knows he can get those separately elsewhere). He does not miss the idiots.

He squirmed again as he felt fingers stroking back and forth on his back. His back has always been sensitive, especially where the spine went a bit crooked. He shifted a bit, trying to get the fingers to that exact spot, where a bit of firm pressure and some rubbing would really make him melt.

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"I don't understand the references," he said, frowning a little. It was okay with Steve though and these old movies because he actually caught most of it. "Isn't that one in colour?" They were watching one in black and white, and it was far more familiar than anything that they happened to watch in colour, though most of the technology that he was used to using displayed in colour all the same. Those were different in his mind. "Do you still punch me people in back alleys when they disturb movies?"

He blinked in surprise when Steve started to squirm on him, and he felt his skin warm and a stirring between his thighs in response. Yet, his hand moved obediently to the spot that he instinctively knew that Steve liked, stroking and kneading with his fingers as his eyes fixed on the film but without seeing. He was feeling... good and warm.]

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"Old ones like these are all right...but a lot of the new ones I'm completely lost too. It is getting better though." Steve had chosen this one because it was one of the older ones that neither of them had seen before, in the hopes some of it would be more familiar than not. "Yeah. One of the first ones in colour. It was a big deal back then." Steve gave a light snort in reply to Bucky's question before adding a verbal reply in a fond tone. "It figured you'd remember that out of everything else."

Steve made a contented noise as that exact spot was stroked and kneaded by familiar strong fingers and arched his back slightly into the touch, eyes sliding half-closed as he did so, though half his attention was still on the movie. He used to spend time rubbing that spot himself but it always was better when someone else did it for him. At the same time, he didn't realize that his buttocks had slid down to rest right above Bucky's groin.

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He wasn't even able to get through watching television aside from the news. Aside from it being mostly either politics or violence, that hadn't changed much in the way of references. Everything else he had trouble coping unless it was largely military or war movies, in which cause he found himself scoffing over inaccuracies. "You are catching on faster than I am," he said drearily. He couldn't be bothered to watch much outside of with Steve. "I can imagine. People now a days fail to appreciate things."

He sighed in return to Steve's obvious pleasure at having that particular spot massaged. Instinctively he knew how to rub and stroke the area just the way that Steve liked it, but the shifting of Steve's body was starting to make him feel very pleasant and warm, and he finally released a soft groan of pleasure as his enjoyment made itself obvious against Steve's backside.

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Movies were alright; each of his friends have their tastes and preferences and from them he has a wide variety of choice and suggestions. Steve wasn't really fond of television as a whole however, especially reality shows which both baffles and angers him with the way people are portrayed. "I kind of have to...Captain America can't stay mired in the past forever." Steve huffed as sigh before continuing. "People grew up with it so they take it for granted. And it's still improving. They're talking about shows that will be projected around you instead of just flat on a screen these days. 3D they call it."

Steve didn't think Bucky remembered but Bucky used to do this for him when his back ached so badly he couldn't hide it any more. Even then he didn't often let Bucky do this for him, not wanting to both his friend for something this trivial. It figured that Bucky still remembered how to do this, even if the actual memory of it wasn't there. It was only the feeling of firm flesh pressed against his ass and the sound of Bucky's pleasure that brought him out of his pleasurable haze and he froze in place, not sure what to do next. Getting off of his friend would be the wisest thing to do (but it was so comfortable like this and it wasn't like he really objected in the first place) but would Bucky let him?

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"I suppose that is true, but you are from the past," he replied with a bit of a shrug. They were both men out of time though, forced to live and endure in a technological age that had been far beyond their own. He had been trained well and was functional with many things, but as a whole, he lived very simply. "So we will be interacting with movies themselves? I was told of such technology during training, but it was still in trial phase."

He decided that he liked doing this as much as he enjoyed the pillow fort and watching old movies with Steve. His fingers just kept moving even after Steve stiffened against him, and he only hummed and shifted his legs up so that Steve's were between his knees. "Relax, Stevie," he murmured."

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"So are you, technically." He hates how Hydra took it from Bucky forcibly, took it from both of them really, though it had been his choice to put the plane down into the ice in the end. Technology was easy really and people in themselves haven't changed that much from the past to the present. Steve would have been happy to live as simply as possible but so long as he kept the role of Captain America it wasn't possible. "Hmm...something like it. Tony's been playing with the technology for years now...you've seen his lab."

Steve realized belated he really should have kept the boxers on, uncomfortable or not, though between the two of them only Steve seemed to find the entire situation awkward. "I think you should be telling yourself that." He sassed back, squirming around and nearly dislodging Bucky's fingers from his back, trying to find a position where it wasn't going to end up even more awkward because he was pressing back with something he shouldn't.

[disassembling]

"Technically," he agreed, since he had seen more work and action than Steve had in the intern years. He had been brought up to speed on some aspects of technology where Steve had had to start from scratch. It was a good thing that both of them were adaptable soldiers. "Yes, but he doesn't like me pressing the buttons. He thinks I'll break something when really, I will just hack. I know how."

He suddenly turned when Steve just kept squirming right in his lap, and it was all that could do not to grind back in response. He knew that was inappropriate as it had happened in the shower, and he'd been scolded. Instead, he set them on their sides, but his calves still curled around Steve's thinner legs protectively. "I'm very relaxed, more than I should be," he replied with a sigh. His hand buried itself into Steve's hair. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

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Sometimes, right after he's been defrosted from the ice, it had been fun to pretend he was more inept with technology than he actually was. It had always been the cultural aspects he had more trouble with. A small thing to amuse himself with when everything else was overwhelming. "He'll figure it out eventually. He's always been possessive over his tech."

He let out a squeak of surprise when he was set on his side instead. They were still curled close to each other and Bucky's groin was pressed against his thigh while his own was pressed close to Bucky's stomach. And Steve's body wasn't entirely unaffected by the close contact of bare skin against bare skin either. He bit his bottom lip, pink faced, realizing it was him that was making things awkward, not Bucky. "No. Sorry...I was being difficult for no reason."

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He shrugged his shoulders, aware that he was best to keep any kind of peace when it came to the technology that Tony experimented with. He still had not repaid the man for the new arm that he wore and for helping to fix the nerve-wire interface with Bruce. "I suspect I simply have to convince you to fiddle with it, since he can't stay angry with you."

The squeak was an interesting noise, but he shifted his arm to draw the blanket up to their shoulders as if their nudity being completely covered made it alright to stay as they were. His hips shifted to settle again, but his eyes fluttered as he rubbed on Steve's thigh as he did so. He knew that blushing state well enough to know that it meant he would be scolded soon and they would have to separate for awhile. "Do you... want me to let you go? I'm comfortable."

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In part he understands Tony's possessiveness over his technology, especially given what he's heard about people doing to/with the tech in question. Steve also fairly sure that Tony will deny all attempts at repaying the arm because just the chance to design and built it was payment enough. Bruce will also do the same for somewhat different reasons. "You don't have to convince me of anything...I'm happy to fiddle with it. And Tony may grip about my attempts at breaking it but he likes a challenge."

The blanket kept them warm but didn't do much about the fact that they were pressed up against one another. Steve's face turned redder as Bucky 's erection rubbed up against his thigh and he forced himself to be still instead of rubbing up against Bucky's stomach. "No. You're comfortable so it's fine." He chewed on his lower lip some more before leaning up and dropping a light kiss on Bucky's lips.

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He was appreciative to how receptive Steve was to helping him to get used to things, even if it involved a risk to them both when it came to Tony's things. He was certain that the man's toaster had some kind of weaponry inside when he had found odd seams. "I suppose now that he can't pester me about my arm anymore, he will need a new challenge from us."

Steve had hit the strange 'tomato red' stage that came with blushing, but with no order or request to let go, he didn't. He did still to give his friend a bit of a break from his pleasure. "You're certain?" He blinked when Steve kissed him, eyeing his fried a moment after it before kissing his friend in return in the same lightness.

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It wasn't like Steve didn't get a certain enjoyment out of poking at Tony's things; now that the animosity was gone from their relationship it was just a bit of teasing between friends when he (deliberately) tried to break something. If it was something to get Bucky to interact with someone/thing that wasn't him, even better. All in all, he considered the toaster at the Tower to be a sign of Tony being relatively restrained when the man inevitably tried to 'improve' it. "Think of it as friendship building."

"Yes. I'm fine." He dropped another light kiss on Bucky's face, this time aiming for the jaw before burying his face against his friend's chest. Steve is pretty sure no one else got their face as red as his when cuddling up, inappropriate hardons or not. For the hundred time he wished he could stop blushing on command.

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He wasn't so certain that he would go so far as to call any of the interactions that he did with the others towards friendship, but he had noticed that some seemed more relaxed around him and even tried to tease him some. "How do you know when you're friends with someone?"

He tipped his head back, soothed by the assurances and the kisses, which they didn't often share. He lifted his flesh hand and buried it into Steve's hair, massaging his friend's scalp while his metal one returned to stroking and massaging the area on Steve's back again. "I enjoy doing this with you."

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It might not be the same type of friendship Steve himself had with the rest of his team but Steve thought Bucky was getting there, in his own way. It was certainly better standoffish, awkward interactions in the beginning, or outright avoidance. He hummed a little, thinking about how to best phrase his answer to Bucky. "It's...different for everyone. Do you trust them? Spend time with them? And is spending time with them enjoyable no matter how short or long it is? That's a starting point."

The movie that was still playing in the tv was completely forgotten now, just background noise as Steve let out a moan of pleasure his back was massaged again and a hand rubbed against his scalp. "It's nice." He agreed belatedly in a mumble, eyes sliding shut as he pressed against Bucky feeling completely boneless.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.