Chapter three
“Here he is!” Steve exclaimed, when Bucky walked through the lounge door. His hair was tied up in low messy space buns, showing off the two tones and the bruises around his throat and jaw that were already fading.
They all know he hits you, why hide it
He was wearing a pair of Steve’s sweatpants, and a white crop top with ‘Princess’ printed on the front.
Steve was sitting in his chair, eating calamari. All the other men were stuffing their faces with the food he ordered.
Bucky waved his hand shyly, scanning the room for a place to sit.
“C’mere!” Steve patted his lap, Bucky smiled and sat down. Steve wrapped a strong around his small waist and looked at him beaming. From that distance Bucky could smell the strong scent of alcohol on his breath.
Great, this all I need four and a half drunk men in my lounge
Bucky leaned over the table, grabbing a plate and filling it with a spread of marinated olives, mozzarella pearls, Tomato caprese with burrata and bread, along with some antipasto.
Bucky was happy to stuff his face and ignore all the other men in the room.
Hours passed and the game of poker was really heating up, Steve was on a losing streak and now only he and Tony were left.
Tony was definitely on his game tonight.
“The other men were passed out on the floor and sofa, because of course they were. Bucky was still perched uncomfortably on Steve’s lap.
“Look Stevie, I’m gonna go to bed, it’s late” Bucky glanced at the clock and then back to Steve.
Just as Steve was about to reply, he was pulled from thought when Tony spoke. “I’ll raise you another ten grand” He sat there smugly, looking at Steve’s rather lacking fortune. “If you can’t pay up, I win”
“Not fucking likely!” Steve rummaged through his wallet and pulled out random pieces of paper, hoping to find some money. “Ah Shit.” He was broke currently.
Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes, he knew he wasn’t going to back down from the game.
“Name your price Tones, anything ya want, it’s yours” Steve’s accent was laid on thick, he knew he’d regret saying that in the morning.
“An offer I can’t refuse, let’s see,” Tony rubbed his facial hair in thought. “So many options” He was toying with Steve now, such a dangerous game. Bucky only ever got away with doing that.
“You’re testing my patience Tony.” Steve downed his sixth glass of scotch on the table.
“Alright, alright!” He chuckled, “Now Steve, if you refuse my request. I win the game hands down. But I understand it will be a hard deal for you to agree with, So I’ll give you a choice.”
“For god’s sake man, spit it out!” Steve growled
Stark, leaned back in his chair and rested his hands behind his head. “Let me ride your Lamborghini”
“And what’s the other option?” There was no fucking way he’d let that happen, not in a million years.
“Either I get a night with your Lambo, or I get a night with Bucky.” He smirked
Steve nearly spit his scotch out laughing. Bucky’s head snapped up and looked at Tony, he winked at him deviously.
“You’re funny Tones, If I ever needed a successor,you’d be the man.” Steve laughed hard.
“It ain’t a joke. I’m serious.” He leant forward, eyeing up Bucky.
“Puddin?” Because Steve had been drinking , not that it did anything, and he was still mad at Bucky. He wasn’t sure what Steve’d say, he just prayed he wouldn’t let him down.
“Shh, Daddy’s trying to think.” He batted Bucky’s hand away and stared at Tony. “How long would you want the car for?”
Bucky let out a sigh of relief, he wasn’t going to pass him over for a stupid car, Right?
“One night.” He answered
“And with Bucky?” Taking another sip of his scotch.
Tony smiled, “One night.”
Fuck.
“You drive a hard bargain Mr. Stark. My cars worth more than ten grand, but the other option is well within your price range, So I guess you can have-”
Just as Steve was about to answer, Bucky stood sharply and gave him the evilest death glare he’d ever seen. Tears sitting on the edge of his lashes, Bucky reeled his left hand back letting his metal fist connect with Steve’s face. Letting some of his own super strength bleed into it.
He chuckled and wiped the blood from his nose. “Looks like the deals off Tone, Bucky don’t look like he’d be much fun tonight.” Steve laughed, watching the tiny brunette bubble in rage.
“Fuck you. Fuck both of you” Bucky spat at Steve, wiping his tears and storming out of the room, slamming the door nearly off it’s hinges behind him.
“Boyfriends” Steve shrugged and continued to play cards.
Bucky ran up the stairs, once he reached the top he headed to the spare room. Why should he leave the room, it was Steve’s fault he was upset. Bucky stormed back towards their bedroom accidentally slamming into Walker who was on his way downstairs.
What was he even doing up here, anyway
“Woah, Bucky take it easy!” He rubbed his shoulder from where Bucky’s body hit his.
“Sorry” Bucky muttered, emotionlessly
Walker noticed his tears, he smoothly brought his thumb to his face and stroked them away. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” Bucky moved his head away and looked at the ground.
“Bucky, what happened?” Walker cupped his face gently. “I saw what he did to you in the kitchen, is that what this is about?”
“No,” Bucky’s face relaxed into his hands. “I can handle that, It’s just he-” Bucky cried harder.
“What?”
“Him and Tony are playing poker, and Steve’s fucking losing so Tony raised the bet to another ten grand. Steve ain’t got that money s-so,” He continued to cry.
“So?” Finding out what happened was like trying to get blood out of a rock.
“Stevie said he could have anything he wanted. Tony said a night with me or the car, and that motherfucker, he was gonna..He was gonna choose me as the bargain.” Bucky continued to cry, Walker pulled him close to his chest and stroked his neck as he cried into him.
“I’m sure it was just a joke” He said lightly. “You know how protective he is of you.”
“It didn’t seem like a joke.” His voice was muffled.
“Let's get you to bed.” Walker guided him towards the bedroom and pulled back the covers, while Bucky changed into an oversized shirt of Steve’s, it hit at mid thigh.
Walker patted the mattress and called him over. Bucky walked over to him and stood closely staring into his eyes.
“What’s your name Walker?” Bucky asked, wiping away the last of his tears
“I dunno if I should tell you, I like being mysterious.” He smiled, looking down at his beautiful face.
“Please” Bucky beamed, charmingly
“Don’t laugh”
“No promises”
“John, basic I know” He cringed, waiting for Bucky to laugh, but he never did.
“It suits you” Bucky stepped closer.
They stared at each other in silence, faces drawing closer. Walker brought his hand to the side of Bucky’s face, running his thumb over his soft skin.
“Bucky..” He flicked his eyes between his lips and his blue eyes. Walker closed the gap completely. Bucky went stiff when Walker ran his tongue across his lip.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Walker smiled
“No” Bucky shook, realizing this would end in disaster, Serves this creep right, his head supplied. Bucky loved Steve and this wasn’t worth their lives. That would be the cost if Steve ever found out.
“No, What the fuck! I love him” Bucky looked at him, he was in disbelief that he even allowed this to happen, let Walker get close to him.
“It’s okay, I know, he doesn’t have to know.” Walker brought his chin up to his gaze. “The fuck” Bucky pushed Walker off him, taking a step back.
“I should go” He hesitated for a moment, “That would be best”
After he left, Bucky changed his shirt, he couldn’t risk Steve smelling anything but his own and Bucky’s scent on his clothes. Bucky stared at his reflection in the mirror, caressing his faded bruises with his flesh hand, then he brushed his fingers over his lip, remembering the kiss.
“This is so fucked up”
Bucky didn’t love Walker, frankly he hated him. There was something far off about the man. Bucky loves Steve, and for all his faults Bucky was still mad at him. But he never stopped loving him.
Shaking out of his thoughts, Bucky grabbed Steve’s pillow off the bed and threw it into the hallway, He slammed and locked the door. Steve was sleeping on the couch tonight.
Bucky walked over to the bed and settled under the sheets, trying desperately to forget the nights events.