”Hngghh…Steve!” Tony whines.
”What?”
”It’s too much!”
Steve hums. ”No, it’s not and you know it.”
Tony squeaks in indignation. ”It’s my body, shouldn’t I know better?”
”Your comment suggests you know the limits of your body which, as we all are painfully aware of, is not true,” Steve says dryly.
Tony takes a sharp breath that dissolves in a breathy moan and panting.
Bucky stands in the doorway, stares at the wall with unseeing eyes and wishes he was somewhere, anywhere else.
”What the fuck are they doing?” Bugman hisses. Bucky has no idea why he is present because as far as he’s aware, no one invited him. But he’s here. Like a pest.
”What do you think?” He says, flat.
”I—do I have to think about it if I don’t want to?”
”Tell you what, you don’t have to be here,” Bucky says. ”That way you don’t have to listen to those two fucking morons.”
”Do you mean fucking morons or fucking morons?” Clint leers, waggling his brows.
Bucky closes his eyes when Tony lets out yet another high-pitched whine. He needs better friends.
”Hey assholes, are you fucking each other or with us?” Clint asks conversationally as he strides into the living room, holding a giant thermos that probably has coffee in it. The resurrected Agent Coulson follows behind him, eyes on the papers he’s holding. Clint hops to perch on the back of one of the sofas in the room because he’s unable to sit like a normal person and holds out his thermos at Agent Coulson. He takes a sip and lets out an unimpressed sound before handing it back to Clint.
Bucky doesn’t know what the thing is between them and he doesn’t want to know.
”Can’t it be both?” Tony’s voice trails from the direction of the biggest sofa.
”Not while I’m in the room, thank you,” Agent Coulson says mildly.
”What the fuck are you even doing in there?” Clint asks.
”Wouldn’t you want to know?” Tony purrs as Steve says, ”Stretching.”
”Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?” Bucky drawls.
”I’m pretty sure I could make a lot of money just from the audio,” Clint muses.
”No,” Agent Coulson says without looking up from his papers.
”It wouldn’t work,” Natalia says as she walks in from the kitchen. She’s wearing jeans and a white blouse and her feet are bare and she looks very pretty and Bucky is going to look away now.
”It wouldn’t indeed,” JARVIS says primly.
”You’re no fun,” Clint grumbles and drinks from his thermos.
”If you’re quite done with…whatever you’re doing, Stark, how about we get on with the meeting?”
”It really was just stretching,” Steve says later when they spar. Antguy and Tony are sitting on the side, both staring at him with wide eyes which is pretty creepy.
”Sure,” Bucky says and spins.
”No, it was! I was helping Tony stretch his—”
”I. Don’t. Want. To. Know,” Bucky hisses and punches Steve on the sternum so hard he flies back several feet and lands with a satisfying thump. ”I just wish you did your weird foreplay somewhere else than in the team living room. You know, the one where everyone else would also like to spend some time every now and then.”
”Steve!” Tony calls as he rushes over. ”You okay?”
”Your boyfriend is literally a deep-frozen supersoldier, he’s fine,” Bucky says.
”We’re not—”
”My what now?”
”That’s cute,” Bucky says flatly. ”Did you really think I’d give you shit? I mean, yeah, I will give you shit but since I’m literally Stevie’s oldest friend, I have the privilege to do so. But honestly? You don’t have to keep your relationship hidden because of some stupid misconception of my sensibilities.”
”Our…relationship,” Steve says slowly.
Tony cocks his head. ”You have sensibilities?”
”For fuck’s sake,” Bucky growls and stomps to the treadmill.
The window shows him the reflection of Steve and Tony whispering something to each other and then Steve cups Tony’s cheek and kisses him.
About fucking time, he grumbles to himself. He probably should follow Ant-Man’s lead and lock the gym door on his way out.