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FIC: 'Til the End of the Line, Ch. 8 NC-17, Avengers (marvel)
Title: ‘Til the End of the Line
Fandom: Marvel Avengers
Author: alexcat
Type: FCH, FCS
Rating: R – NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: None
Beta: Jaiden
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Archive: OEAM, Ao3, Alex’s Story Book
Spoilers: Yes, for both the Avenger universe movies and for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Summary: Steve Rogers can't let Bucky go. He needs to save him and Sam pledges to help. Along the way, he finds unexpected friendship and a little love as well.
~~~
Chapter Eight
When they were inside Tony’s condo, Tony finally told Steve what he had for him.
“I was in Tennessee a few months back. I met this guy, Harley. I gave him a lab as payment for some big favors he did for me. I think you and Bucky could hide out there for a while. Harley is good people and won’t give you up. He might pester you a bit, but that’s normal.”
“Normal?”
“He’s eleven. A bit of hustler too so don’t let him con you too much.”
“A kid?”
“Yep.” Tony was unzipping Steve’s pants again. “Stop talking. I want to get you in my bed one more time before I send you away.”
He kissed Steve. No one had ever kissed him like Tony did. The kisses were dizzying. The man did things to his mouth that made his whole body shiver.
“You’re not coming with us?”
“Nope.” He pushed Steve toward the bedroom. “I’ll stay here and keep them from finding you.”
Steve stopped asking questions when Tony slid his pants down and pushed him back onto the bed, then pulled the pants and his shoes off, leaving him only in his t-shirt. Tony didn’t take his eyes off of Steve as he stripped completely before crawling onto the bed.
Steve caught him and pulled him down on top of him. “I want you,” he whispered into Tony’s ear.
“I’m here.”
They said very little in the next few minutes. Soft moans and murmuring were all the sounds they needed. Steve let Tony tell him what to do, what he liked, as they did things they’d not done before. It was as erotic as Tony had said, pleasure so intense that it was like nothing he’d felt before.
They lay side by side in the dark after, neither one saying anything for a long time. Tony turned to face Steve.
“I have had two real friends in my life. One is Pepper and one is you. The rest wanted something from me.”
Steve started to speak but Tony put his finger up to Steve’s lips.
“I’ve fucked more people than you can imagine, but I’ve never felt this way but once before. Pepper. The thing is this: I don’t know what to do about it.”
Steve finally did speak. “I ask nothing of you. What you have given me is, well, it’s not all I want but I can live with it. I understand what she means to you.”
Tony moved closer and kissed his cheek. “You don’t know what you mean to me though. I’m not willing to let you go. I want you in my life, too.”
“Maybe we should just wait until this situation is over to decide what to do.” Steve felt an unexpected surge of – what? Joy? Love?
“Maybe so. Tonight is all we have for a while. Let’s not talk too much.”
And they didn’t. Steve showed Tony a few things as well.
*
Dawn had Steve in the garden, waiting for Bucky. Suddenly, Bucky was there, sitting beside him on the bench.
“Tony has a place for us to go. You and me. We can hang out there as long as we need to.”
“Will I remember the past? You?”
“I hope so. Do you trust me?”
He looked Bucky in the eyes and saw a little of the man he knew in there.
“I want to. I have to, I think. I’ll go. I have little to lose.”
Tony came out and sat down beside Steve. When Bucky made to rise, Steve put a hand on his leg.
“Stay. Tony is the one who is helping us.”
Bucky sat still, though Steve could feel the tension in him.
“Come inside. I have coffee and I’ll tell you about everything,” Tony said to them both.
Bucky was unsure, but he followed Steve anyway. Tony poured coffee and sat down at the bar in the kitchen.
“I stayed with this boy in Tennessee when I was being hunted by Killian. He’s a tinkerer and a hustler, but he’s a good kid. He’ll watch out for you. If I were still in the suit business, I’d make you suits but honestly, I think the best way to go is on Steve’s bike. Take a small pack and buy what you need when you get there. I’ve got a big stack of cash cards as well as plain old cash for you.” Tony stopped suddenly, realizing that he was talking so fast that he was making his own head spin. Steve touched his arm and he felt himself calm down.
Bucky asked, “Why are you doing this for me?”
“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for Steve. He says you’re worth it. Don’t prove him wrong.”
Bucky looked from one to the other, trying to figure out what was between them. Even in his state of mind, he recognized more than just friendship. He filed the information away in case he needed it and was surprised to find that he hoped he didn’t.
Tony continued, “You’ll leave today. Use burners to call me and never use them more than once. I don’t think Hill will come after you, but your former bosses want you back and Steve dead, so you’ll need to be careful. If they do find you, let me know somehow and get the hell out fast.”
He stopped talking abruptly. “How soon can you be ready?” he asked.
“I am ready now,” Bucky answered at the same time Steve did. Steve picked up the pack he carried and felt in his pocket for his keys. “I need a ride to the motorcycle.”
“Can I have a moment with Steve?” Tony asked Bucky. Bucky nodded and went to the den and sat on the sofa.
Tony handed Steve a wallet full of money and cards along with a burner phone. “Be careful. I—just be careful.”
Steve cut him off with a kiss, a long, deep kiss, a kiss to last them both for as long as it took. When it was done, he headed to the door, nodding for Bucky to follow.
He never heard Tony whisper, “Love you,” in a quiet voice.
*
They made Tennessee in pretty good time but it was full dark by the time they found Harley’s garage. The boy was expecting them. He’d stocked the fridge with soda, juice and frozen pizza and the cabinet with lots of peanut butter, crackers and sandwich bread.
“So you’re really Captain America? If the Mechanic says you’re a good guy, then you are.”
“The Mechanic?”
“Stark. Oh, and my little sister and mom know you’re here but they won’t come out here. Make yourselves at home, but leave my stuff alone. There’s a couple of cots to sleep on. If you need me, just buzz the intercom.”
And the boy was gone back into the house.
Steve realized that he was nervous. The last time he’d spent any real time with Bucky was when they were on the Helicarrier and Bucky had nearly beat him to death.
“Steve, tell me about Bucky Barnes,” Bucky said quietly. “I have something like snapshots in my head sometimes but I can’t seem to put any memories with them.”
“Tell me about the snapshots. We’ve known one another all our lives, so I might know what you see.” Steve went to the refrigerator, an old one that had been kept as a spare, and grabbed some water bottles. He handed one to Bucky as he sat down on his cot.
“Baseball. I see baseball.”
Steve smiled. “We were Brooklyn Dodgers fans, you and I. We went every chance we got.”
“Did we play baseball?” He asked.
“You did. I was kinda little in those days.”
“What did they do to me, Steve?” Bucky looked angry and afraid.
“I don’t know for sure, but I think they did something to make you forget who you were—are and I think they did it every time you remembered anything. When we fought on the street, you recognized me.”
“But I didn’t later?”
“No, I think Pierce had them erase your memory again.”
“So tell me more about the Brooklyn Dodgers.”
And he did. He told Bucky about how they went to Ebbets Field and how much they liked eating hot dogs and sneaking a beer now and again.
“How old am I?”
“You’re - we were - we’re both in our nineties.”
Bucky looked shocked.
“How can that be?”
“Whatever makes us stronger than other men also made us invulnerable to ice. We were frozen. And then thawed.”
“I don’t know what to think of that. I’m very tired. Is it okay if I go to sleep?”
Steve smiled. “Of course. It’s been a long day.”
Bucky lay on the narrow cot and closed his eyes, and in his mind’s eye, for just a brief second, he saw a scrawny boy looking up at him with big determined eyes. Steve’s eyes.
He slept.
~~~
Fandom: Marvel Avengers
Author: alexcat
Type: FCH, FCS
Rating: R – NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: None
Beta: Jaiden
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Archive: OEAM, Ao3, Alex’s Story Book
Spoilers: Yes, for both the Avenger universe movies and for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Summary: Steve Rogers can't let Bucky go. He needs to save him and Sam pledges to help. Along the way, he finds unexpected friendship and a little love as well.
~~~
Chapter Eight
When they were inside Tony’s condo, Tony finally told Steve what he had for him.
“I was in Tennessee a few months back. I met this guy, Harley. I gave him a lab as payment for some big favors he did for me. I think you and Bucky could hide out there for a while. Harley is good people and won’t give you up. He might pester you a bit, but that’s normal.”
“Normal?”
“He’s eleven. A bit of hustler too so don’t let him con you too much.”
“A kid?”
“Yep.” Tony was unzipping Steve’s pants again. “Stop talking. I want to get you in my bed one more time before I send you away.”
He kissed Steve. No one had ever kissed him like Tony did. The kisses were dizzying. The man did things to his mouth that made his whole body shiver.
“You’re not coming with us?”
“Nope.” He pushed Steve toward the bedroom. “I’ll stay here and keep them from finding you.”
Steve stopped asking questions when Tony slid his pants down and pushed him back onto the bed, then pulled the pants and his shoes off, leaving him only in his t-shirt. Tony didn’t take his eyes off of Steve as he stripped completely before crawling onto the bed.
Steve caught him and pulled him down on top of him. “I want you,” he whispered into Tony’s ear.
“I’m here.”
They said very little in the next few minutes. Soft moans and murmuring were all the sounds they needed. Steve let Tony tell him what to do, what he liked, as they did things they’d not done before. It was as erotic as Tony had said, pleasure so intense that it was like nothing he’d felt before.
They lay side by side in the dark after, neither one saying anything for a long time. Tony turned to face Steve.
“I have had two real friends in my life. One is Pepper and one is you. The rest wanted something from me.”
Steve started to speak but Tony put his finger up to Steve’s lips.
“I’ve fucked more people than you can imagine, but I’ve never felt this way but once before. Pepper. The thing is this: I don’t know what to do about it.”
Steve finally did speak. “I ask nothing of you. What you have given me is, well, it’s not all I want but I can live with it. I understand what she means to you.”
Tony moved closer and kissed his cheek. “You don’t know what you mean to me though. I’m not willing to let you go. I want you in my life, too.”
“Maybe we should just wait until this situation is over to decide what to do.” Steve felt an unexpected surge of – what? Joy? Love?
“Maybe so. Tonight is all we have for a while. Let’s not talk too much.”
And they didn’t. Steve showed Tony a few things as well.
*
Dawn had Steve in the garden, waiting for Bucky. Suddenly, Bucky was there, sitting beside him on the bench.
“Tony has a place for us to go. You and me. We can hang out there as long as we need to.”
“Will I remember the past? You?”
“I hope so. Do you trust me?”
He looked Bucky in the eyes and saw a little of the man he knew in there.
“I want to. I have to, I think. I’ll go. I have little to lose.”
Tony came out and sat down beside Steve. When Bucky made to rise, Steve put a hand on his leg.
“Stay. Tony is the one who is helping us.”
Bucky sat still, though Steve could feel the tension in him.
“Come inside. I have coffee and I’ll tell you about everything,” Tony said to them both.
Bucky was unsure, but he followed Steve anyway. Tony poured coffee and sat down at the bar in the kitchen.
“I stayed with this boy in Tennessee when I was being hunted by Killian. He’s a tinkerer and a hustler, but he’s a good kid. He’ll watch out for you. If I were still in the suit business, I’d make you suits but honestly, I think the best way to go is on Steve’s bike. Take a small pack and buy what you need when you get there. I’ve got a big stack of cash cards as well as plain old cash for you.” Tony stopped suddenly, realizing that he was talking so fast that he was making his own head spin. Steve touched his arm and he felt himself calm down.
Bucky asked, “Why are you doing this for me?”
“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for Steve. He says you’re worth it. Don’t prove him wrong.”
Bucky looked from one to the other, trying to figure out what was between them. Even in his state of mind, he recognized more than just friendship. He filed the information away in case he needed it and was surprised to find that he hoped he didn’t.
Tony continued, “You’ll leave today. Use burners to call me and never use them more than once. I don’t think Hill will come after you, but your former bosses want you back and Steve dead, so you’ll need to be careful. If they do find you, let me know somehow and get the hell out fast.”
He stopped talking abruptly. “How soon can you be ready?” he asked.
“I am ready now,” Bucky answered at the same time Steve did. Steve picked up the pack he carried and felt in his pocket for his keys. “I need a ride to the motorcycle.”
“Can I have a moment with Steve?” Tony asked Bucky. Bucky nodded and went to the den and sat on the sofa.
Tony handed Steve a wallet full of money and cards along with a burner phone. “Be careful. I—just be careful.”
Steve cut him off with a kiss, a long, deep kiss, a kiss to last them both for as long as it took. When it was done, he headed to the door, nodding for Bucky to follow.
He never heard Tony whisper, “Love you,” in a quiet voice.
*
They made Tennessee in pretty good time but it was full dark by the time they found Harley’s garage. The boy was expecting them. He’d stocked the fridge with soda, juice and frozen pizza and the cabinet with lots of peanut butter, crackers and sandwich bread.
“So you’re really Captain America? If the Mechanic says you’re a good guy, then you are.”
“The Mechanic?”
“Stark. Oh, and my little sister and mom know you’re here but they won’t come out here. Make yourselves at home, but leave my stuff alone. There’s a couple of cots to sleep on. If you need me, just buzz the intercom.”
And the boy was gone back into the house.
Steve realized that he was nervous. The last time he’d spent any real time with Bucky was when they were on the Helicarrier and Bucky had nearly beat him to death.
“Steve, tell me about Bucky Barnes,” Bucky said quietly. “I have something like snapshots in my head sometimes but I can’t seem to put any memories with them.”
“Tell me about the snapshots. We’ve known one another all our lives, so I might know what you see.” Steve went to the refrigerator, an old one that had been kept as a spare, and grabbed some water bottles. He handed one to Bucky as he sat down on his cot.
“Baseball. I see baseball.”
Steve smiled. “We were Brooklyn Dodgers fans, you and I. We went every chance we got.”
“Did we play baseball?” He asked.
“You did. I was kinda little in those days.”
“What did they do to me, Steve?” Bucky looked angry and afraid.
“I don’t know for sure, but I think they did something to make you forget who you were—are and I think they did it every time you remembered anything. When we fought on the street, you recognized me.”
“But I didn’t later?”
“No, I think Pierce had them erase your memory again.”
“So tell me more about the Brooklyn Dodgers.”
And he did. He told Bucky about how they went to Ebbets Field and how much they liked eating hot dogs and sneaking a beer now and again.
“How old am I?”
“You’re - we were - we’re both in our nineties.”
Bucky looked shocked.
“How can that be?”
“Whatever makes us stronger than other men also made us invulnerable to ice. We were frozen. And then thawed.”
“I don’t know what to think of that. I’m very tired. Is it okay if I go to sleep?”
Steve smiled. “Of course. It’s been a long day.”
Bucky lay on the narrow cot and closed his eyes, and in his mind’s eye, for just a brief second, he saw a scrawny boy looking up at him with big determined eyes. Steve’s eyes.
He slept.
~~~