Children of HYDRA

The Superhuman Civil War is brutal, brothers against brothers and friends against friends. The X-Men are leading the fight in the U.S., trying to keep the peace while freeing enslaved citizens. The defected Avengers are going round the globe, doing the same thing with secret ops and trying to avoid publicity, though their powers and equipment make it difficult to hide their identities. Thor, in particular, refuses to change his armor in any way and publicly declares that as the guardian of Midgard, he is honor-bound to oppose the Accords.

Finally, the world has had enough of superhuman fights. The collateral damage and publicity, both good and bad, are becoming unbearable for many of the world governments and the very damage they were trying to avoid has been the crops they've sewn by supporting the Accords.

After nearly a year of fighting, the majority of the U.N. agrees to T'Challa's compromise. His amendments are ratified and the Sokovian Accords now protect the superhuman citizens as well as holding them accountable.

Then Tony extends an olive branch, begging Steve and the others to come home to Avengers Tower.

And Steve happily agrees.

Tony's olive branches are impressive. The first is an arc reactor for Bucky's arm. Bucky is hesitant to let the man work on his new arm given that there may be bad blood between them. Bucky killed his parents, or at least, the Soldier did. And Tony destroyed his previous arm, making him a temporary amputee, not a situation Bucky enjoyed.

But Tony's olive branch was genuine and Bucky's arm three times as powerful when Tony's finished with it. He came up with some new nicknames for Bucky that aren't exactly endearing, and considering the man's a genius, Bucky didn't expect to have to correct him that he's bionic and not technically a cyborg, but he figures the details aren't important when Tony's trying to make Star Trek references.

Bucky does not see the apt comparison between the Soldier and Seven of Nine.

The olive branch for Sam is a new set of wings, ones not owned by the U.S. government and even faster and more agile than the wings and jetpack he's used to.

For Steve, he has a vibranium alloy suit, his normal Captain America colors and completely bullet proof and fireproof. He says Steve can get shot without as much bleeding this way. Steve heals really fast, but getting shot is still a drawback in the field.

And for Rumlow he has a gym put in on Steve's floor. It's an excellent gym and he thinks it will win Rumlow over to his side. It doesn't, but Rumlow's grateful nonetheless. He just doesn't trust Tony after a year of being enemies.

The rest of Tony's olive branches are commendable, but Black Widow isn't impressed by Tony's gifts, only by his change of heart. She's happy to spend time with Bruce again, and being on the same side certainly makes date nights easier.

Clint's happy too. Being opposed to Natasha wasn't easy on him and though he always pulled his punches, he didn't like hitting her at all, though there was a tacit agreement that they only fight each other when it came to the Civil War.

Another plus side for Steve is being able to form a friendship, however rocky, however competitive with the other Captain America. John's a good guy, and throughout the Civil War he'd sent Steve video emails, chastising him for opposing the Accords and begging him to come home. He hadn't expected the friendship the man was offering and being able to finally relate to him makes Steve happy.

They start working out together in Steve's gym, but they tend to make sure Bucky and Rumlow are gone first. John likes to work out in the buff, an activity that makes Steve's blood rush south every time. Steve has a lot of muscle, but he's more lean than bulky. Maybe it's because he was small before the serum. Bucky got the serum but not the Vita Rays, so he's approximately the same height as before. John however, is a whopping 6'7" and full of giant muscles, with biceps bigger than Steve's head and thighs like very sexy tree trunks. Steve wouldn't bend over for most people, but he'd let John do anything he wants to him. In fact, he's aching for it.

That's probably why he works out nude with John once a week. They don't do anything sexual, at least not outright, but their incredibly sized supersoldier privates are on full display and each of them enjoy staring, unabashedly and with an insane hunger.

John always wants them to massage each other's sore muscles between reps and Steve acquiesces, always giving in to any excuse to touch the man. Between the nudity and the mutual muscle worship, Steve is growing to feel things for John, even if he'd never admit it to anybody, least of all his heterosexual crush. John's very proud to be the straight, traditional, Republican Captain America, a converse to Steve's bisexuality and liberal politics.

But politics never come between them when they spot each other and caress each other afterward.

Steve's got it bad for John, but he satisfies himself with his lovers and tries not to imagine what could be.

After a year without therapy, Bucky isn't doing so hot. He's had a lot of flashbacks and though he knew he has PTSD, he never really did anything to manage it. He doesn't have tantrums like he did at first, but most medications aren't strong enough to calm him down. There aren't any mood stabilizers strong enough to overcome his serum and he feels at a loss.

Then his psychiatrist suggests medical marijuana. He'd previously changed into the Soldier if he was about to have a panic attack, but the Soldier wasn't exactly mentally healthy to begin with and handled it about the same as Bucky with the exception of stoicism. The Soldier would panic just as much, but he would suffer in silence, unable to express himself for fear of punishment, even after this long away from HYDRA.

So Bucky gives it a try.

Thor brings some Asgardian cannabis for him and Tony has it processed into an oil cartridge he can put in his vaporizer. And Bucky sits with Steve and Rumlow in their living room as Bucky takes his first hit of cannabis.

"Feel anything, Buck?" asks Steve.

"Not yet," says Bucky. "Maybe a little light headed. I don't feel any pain in my shoulder like I normally do… I guess it's doing something."

"Keep vaping," says Rumlow. "It'll be a lot better after a few more hits."

So Bucky does. And a few hits later, he starts giggling.

"Feeling something now?" asks Rumlow.

"Yes, Commander," says the Soldier. "This is better than opium!"

"You've tried opium?!" exclaims Steve.

"And LSD and psilocybin. The Russians wanted to see how a supersoldier handles those drugs and their potential for brainwashing. The opium made me want sex!" the Soldier exclaims, sounding like a repressed teenager.

"What does this make you want?" asks Steve.

"Ice cream!" says the Soldier. "Gallons and gallons of ice cream! And a cigarette!"

"You can have both," says Rumlow. "I'll go get your carton."

"May I have two cigarettes, Sir?" the Soldier asks Steve.

"You may have five," says Steve. "I'll go get some ice cream while you smoke your cigarettes. I'll be about fifteen minutes, longer, if I can't find it at the bodega."

"What kind of ice cream do you want, Soldier?" asks Rumlow.

"There are different kinds?!" asks the Soldier.

Steve and Rumlow laugh at that. "Sure there are," says Rumlow. "And Steve is going to get a bunch so you can pick your favorite."

"I like favorites…" says the Soldier. "My favorite color is green, but Bucky prefers blue…. Preferences are good."

"Yes, they are," says Steve. "I'll go get your ice cream. Give me a kiss, Soldier!"

The Soldier straightens at the command, standing up rigidly before collapsing fluidly on the couch and giggling his ass off.

"That must be some good shit," says Rumlow.

Steve bends over and takes the Soldier in his arms. The Soldier kisses him sloppily, lots of tongue, lips and saliva in a messy kiss, but Steve doesn't mind. He kisses back like a porn star, and the Soldier moans, growing hard in his sweatpants. "Brock, take care of him while I'm gone. I think he's a little excited."

"Sure thing, Cap," says Rumlow. "Come on, Soldier, I'm gonna fuck you silly, then you can smoke and then we'll have ice cream."

"Yes, Commander," the Soldier says between giggles, climbing into Rumlow's lap and hugging his arms around his neck.

Steve snaps a picture for their scrapbook of Rumlow holding the smiling Soldier in his lap, both clearly hard and the Soldier practically drooling with anticipation.

When Steve gets back with fifteen gallons of ice cream, Rumlow is fucking the Soldier over the couch as the Soldier moans and keens. The Soldier sees Steve and waves hello with a rapid back and forth of his palm. It reminds Steve of a very young Bucky back when they were kids and he can't help but take another snapshot for the scrapbook of the Soldier grinning and waving at him.

Then Steve takes the reins, moving Rumlow aside and telling him to fuck the Soldier's mouth. They spit roast him for an hour, getting sweaty and wet with body fluids as they take advantage of their soldier, calling him dirty names and hitting him from time to time. The Soldier is coming over and over again as they rough him up and fuck his holes and when they're done, Rumlow starts putting ice cream on his hard dick for the Soldier to lick off. The Soldier moans in appreciation and tasty bliss with every new flavor he tries, wrinkling his nose at butter pecan but lapping up hungrily on mint chocolate chip. The latter, he decides, is his favorite flavor of ice cream, and then Steve is putting the mint chocolate chip all over his and Rumlow's bodies and the Soldier is licking them clean with fervor and determination, trying to eat all the ice cream before it melts on their skin.

The Soldier ends up coming untouched from licking the mint chocolate chip off Steve's large cock and balls and Rumlow gets in on the action, jerking himself to the brink before shoving roughly into the Soldier and shooting his load inside him. It gets Steve so hot watching them, so he jerks off, coming all over his stomach as the Soldier sucks on his big nuts and moans. Then the Soldier has a real treat when Rumlow puts the ice cream on Steve's abs and the Soldier is licking and eating the ice cream mixed with his commanding officer's jism. It's heaven in his mouth and he comes untouched again as the flavors overtake him. By now, he's littered the couch with a large puddle of jism, and Rumlow makes him lick it off the leather before handing him a cigarette and a lighter and leading him naked to the balcony where Steve joins them with a tub of mocha irish cream flavored ice cream.

The Soldier had such a good time and his woes are far from his mind as he inhales the smoke. Though he loves the taste of cigarettes, it doesn't mesh well with the milky flavor of ice cream. Still, he smokes his five cigarettes, not daring to let his reward go unappreciated, and begins eating the mocha irish cream as Steve spoon feeds him.

Rumlow takes pictures then, contributing to the scrapbook by photographing Steve spoon feeding the nude Soldier.

They can't tell when he becomes Bucky but when he finally speaks after the tub of mocha irish cream is empty, he asks, "How many times did you guys fuck me?"

"Five, combined, but that doesn't count fucking your throat. Eight altogether. But that was for the Soldier. It wouldn't be fair to give him special treatment."

"Brock, my balls are empty! I'm not gonna come again anytime soon."

"That's okay, Buck," says Steve. "You don't have to come. Our balls aren't empty. Besides, you'll shoot a couple of loads by the time we're done with you."

"We'll fuck you for hours, Barnes," says Rumlow. "Maybe at the same time. Would you like that, Barnes? Our cocks fucking your ass together?"

"Oh, fuck!" says Bucky, his pupils dilate as his eyes go wide. "I love you, Brock."

"I love you too, comeslut," says Rumlow, grabbing Bucky's hips and grinding against him. "I love your ass more though."

"My ass or the Soldier's ass?"

"Both," says Rumlow, unfastening his pants and putting his hard cock between Bucky's cheeks and pressing against his entrance. "I love you both."

It's a month later when Steve takes Bucky out to dinner. They're sitting and talking about nothing when Steve gives Bucky a lifted eyebrow. "I had a talk with your therapist."

"Oh?" says Bucky, not sure that that's a good thing.

"She says you're clear to consent."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that technically, Brock and I have been taking advantage of you since you couldn't legally consent after being brainwashed."

"You didn't rape me," Bucky says firmly. "I would have made the same decisions now. You made me feel loved. Cherished, even."

"Technically, we did rape you, but that's not what this is about. See, I've been looking forward to you being able to consent ever since I found out you couldn't. Only for one reason."

That's when Steve gets down on one knee and presents a vibranium engagement band. "James Buchanan Barnes, I've been in love with you since before I knew what love is, and it would make me the best version of myself and the literal happiest man in the galaxy if you would accept my proposal. Bucky, will you marry me?"

Bucky's breath is taken away. He's hyperventilating, but in a good way, then his posture changes and Steve can tell he just prompted Bucky into a Soldier flashback. The Soldier looks quizzically at Steve and Steve sighs. "It's important for you to say yes too," says Steve. "Soldier, will you and Bucky be mine forever and marry me?"

The Soldier starts crying, taking Steve's hands and kissing them. "Yes, Sir. We will marry you," says the Soldier. "I know that's what Bucky wants too."

Steve grins. He places the ring on the Soldier's vibranium wedding finger and kisses him deeply, turning raunchy, right there in the restaurant. People are snapping photos and taking videos with their phones as the men kiss and finally, the Soldier dissipates like a lifting fog and Bucky says, "Yes, Steve! Of course I'll marry you!" He holds out his hand for Steve to put the ring on his finger, but it's already there. "Goddamnit," says Bucky. "The Soldier got the good part."

"Really?" says Steve, "Because I think this is the good part." Steve kisses him sloppily with lots of tongue, biting his lip until it bleeds and licking his lips before shoving his tongue down his throat. And Bucky takes it pliantly like the good submissive he is.

"I love you, Punk," Bucky says when he finally is allowed to catch his breath.

"I love you too, Jerk," says Steve, breathing against his mouth before kissing him deeply again and making Bucky moan into his mouth.

"What about Brock?" asks Bucky.

"What about him?" says Steve. "He's still ours, we're still his. But I'm not gonna marry Brock over you. How do you feel?"

"For me, you always come first. But for the Soldier…"

"It's okay, Buck. We'll figure something out."

They kiss again, more modestly this time and sit back down to enjoy the rest of their dinner as Steve tries to figure out what to do about Rumlow.

Steve takes Rumlow to go train with him and is uncharacteristically giving while they spar. "What's the deal, Cap?!"

"What deal? There's no deal…"

"You're letting me win when we both know you could mop the floor with me with both hands tied behind your back."

"Brock… I just don't want to hurt you, that's all."

"If this is about the goddamn ring, I'm gonna kick your ass for real."

"Brock, I just… I know you're in love with the Soldier."

"I'm in love with both of them."

"And I just…I asked him to marry me."

"Hence the fucking ring."

"Yeah… it's just, not fair. In a perfect world, I could marry Buck and you could marry the Soldier and—"

"Shut up and be happy. I'm happy for you."

"...You are?"

"Of course I am. The loves of my life are getting exactly what they want. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

"Because…"

"Rogers, I get it. He was Barnes way before he was the Winter Soldier. You're in love with the primary personality. The base identity of our man is yours, and I never once challenged that. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

"Because you should've gotten a ring too…."

Rumlow barks a laugh. "Men like me are never that lucky. Hell, I'm luckier than most. My boyfriends are Captain America and the Winter Soldier for cryin' out loud. I'm not fucking complaining."

"But Brock—"

"But nothing. Do you love me?"

"With all my heart."

"Then that's all that matters," says Rumlow. "I love you too, you fucking idiot. Now this time, when we spar, don't dumb it down for me. I can take it, Rogers. Just keep in mind that if you win, my tongue is going up your ass tonight right before my dick does."

Steve takes him down in four seconds.

They plan the wedding over the next four months. It's something they want to make just right, so they don't want to rush planning it. Plus there will be a lot of publicity unless they handle it correctly, and having the paparazzi harass their wedding guests is not something they want to let happen. Rumlow is actually the one who suggests a military wedding on an aircraft carrier, saying that they could keep the guests safe, the wedding isolated and be honored by the institution they each gave their lives for.

Bucky thinks it's a great idea, and Steve couldn't be happier with the possibilities. They find the schedules easily enough and find a carrier that will leave San Francisco and head to Hawaii next summer.

They easily agree on wedding guests and plan everything out, clearing the wedding with the military and writing out the invitations by hand. Tony's having the entire event catered, so all they have to do is pick out the food and he'll take care of the rest. Despite all this, they hire a wedding planner to make sure anything they didn't think of is taken care of, and the happy couple are excited when all their ducks are in a row months ahead of the wedding.