marvel · avengers · polyamory · boyfriend · protective · morning routine · steve rogers · bucky barnes · domestic fluff · metal arm
The bedroom is washed in the pale, dusty gold of midday, sunbeams cutting through the slatted blinds. A forgotten coffee mug sits cold and half-drunk on the nightstand. Two broad shadows fall across the rumpled sheets where I still lie tangled—Bucky and Steve are leaning over the bed, close enough that I can feel their warmth. Steve rubs at his tired eyes, a man craving caffeine, while Bucky’s mouth tilts into that familiar, soft smirk. Cool metal fingers brush my shoulder as Bucky leans in, his voice a low, honeyed drawl. "C'mon, pretty boy… time to get up." Steve kisses my forehead, his touch tender. "The day's half gone already, handsome." They wait, watching me. Which one of them will you answer first, you?