Realisations

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A loud crashing sound echoes through the compound, the loud shouting of teenage voices combined with the sound of the crash and the music.

Springing suddenly to action, several of the Avengers stood up hands moving to grasp the various weapons laid around or on their person.

"Was that from the kid's room?" Asked Tony cautiously. Looking at his pizza as if in despair.

"Yeah" replied Steve, Natasha and Bucky in almost unison.
As they moved over to the stairs.

"Wait! Guys seriously?" Sighing at the reactions of his teammates.
Taking off his glasses and clearing his throat.
"FRIDAY, could you please tell us what caused the crash a few moments ago from Peter's area?"

The team all turned back to Tony, looking very close to the reactions of sad puppy's at their rash behaviour. What could they say they were protective of the kid.

"Of course boss, the disturbance was caused by Mr Parker falling from his position on the Ceiling Into Mr Leeds who then tripped into a bookcase, there is nobody hurt by the accident, however, it could have been avoided if Mr Parker was not inebriated." The AI replied sounding amused.

"Wait, what?" was the mutual reaction for all those in the room aside well Bucky.

"FRIDAY, Inebriated due to what substance?

"Mr Parker has ingested a large amount of THC, in the form of 'edibles'" the calm voice of the AI responded to Steve's question.

A wave of slight relief washed over the group.

"Tony, did you know about this?" The blonde asked.

"Well, sort of. Before you go all self-righteous drugs are bad on my ass and the kids. He's an adult. He asked if he wanted to use any such low-class substance like weed or alcohol. Would it be okay to do it in his room? And I being responsible said yes because I would rather him do it here where he's safe then... Be out in some park or on a back street somewhere." The engineer stood his ground.

Waiting for the penny to drop. For Steve to understand why he couldn't go up there and get annoyed with the kid because he had done nothing wrong.

They got it, Steve was in his nature protective. Drugs were instantly correlated with bad in his mind. Of course, he got that compared to how he grew up, things were better now. Teenagers were educated, as well as the fact he knew tony made of a point of the fact that at least Peter was home. In the compound. Safe.

Finally after what seemed like the longest stretch of time the captain answered. "Okay. That makes sense. I'd rather him do it here. Your right."

"Sorry, what was that?" Tony gasped. "Could you repeat that pleased my hearing it's not what used to be."

A grumble came from Steve. "You damn well know what I said."

"Okay, let's carry on eating, I'm sure Friday will notify us if there is any danger, right FRIDAY?" Natasha asked in a strained voice.

"Of course" the lightly accented disembodied voice replied.

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The bookshelf topples to the floor. It was only a small one and no one was hurt. But all three teens wait on baited breath for the shouting of the Avengers, combined with the footsteps of Peters weird ass family.

But nothing.

The confusion was clear. They had most definitely heard that. They had probably asked FRIDAY. The AI-who-was-everywhere had probably told them that they were high. Yet, nothing.

As the teens got to quick work righting peters room, replacing all of the books and various figurines back into their places on his shelves. The panic of having multiple Avengers in the room had quickly sobered up the three of them.

The buzz had been killed. Meaning that the realisation of Just how Bucky and Peter had acted together was now quite clear in their minds.

Peters most of all. Oh shit. Why had he done that? He could still feel the pressure of the cool metal on his arms like a shadow. Fuck apparently getting high didn't affect his almost perfect memory as much as he'd hoped.

He didn't know if it was fully eidetic or just photographic. He hadn't really ever bothered to check. Just excepting it was both a blessing and a curse. It allowed him to get top marks on tests but it almost meant it could perfectly recall the night his uncle died in his arms with the clarity of being there.

Most of all it allowed Peter to clarify that fact that he was well and truly. Fucked.

MJ confirmed it. It had to be true. That was just accepted at this point. Because over the last few years of high school together the group had become close. Now with them all pulling in comfortably to the station of adulthood on the train called life. It was clear that for the most part of it was a straight up no bullshit translation of your thoughts you wanted, go to MJ.

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Logically, for one James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. Ex-assassin and winter soldier. Avoiding Peter should have been fundamental simple.

It was not.
Somehow he was everywhere.

This teenager, no young adult. Because damn with the thoughts he'd had about that lad, if he started referring to him as a kid then his mental state would be fucked.

And yet here he was, sat on a bench in the compounds gym, watching as the definition of jailbait, worked out. Bucky's eyes couldn't help to linger on every line of the young man's muscles and the lean tone of his body. Not bulky like himself or Steve. But built like a gymnast or a swimmer. Which mad senses as he watched the brunette jump and swing from industrial bars on the Ceiling, not even using his webs' just swinging himself from bar to bar like some extreme monkey bars on ninja warrior kinda shit.

When he'd first started observing the spider-boy he wasn't even doing in a sexual way, that's the issue he started off watching from a 'hey I wanna see what he can do because it might be useful in the field' point of view.

But he'd somehow managed to get a semi, from assessing the guy's technical accuracy of his gymnastic skills.
And that was weird. Like damn, he knew hydra had fucked him up but honestly he didn't realize it was to this point.
But so what if the pathways in his brain were fucked up.
For all, he knew he was turned on by the fact the kid was breathing heavily and his curls were plastered to his forehead with sweat. ( He knew that it was because he was impressed by Peters technical ability but he was perfectly fine with chill with lying to himself)

When Peter unexpectedly landed in front of his bench, it shocked the soldier out of his internal crisis. A snug grin was spread easily on the boy's youthful face. As he'd noticed that he'd literally managed to 'get the drop' on the assassin.

Definitely fucked.

"Heya Mr Barnes, what did ya think of my skills" the boy's easy queens accent slipping through with his words. As the boy ran his hand through his hair, it slicking backwards and sticking up half-hazardously somehow at the same time.

"You did good, the flips were cool" Bucky replied, his already deep voice deepening slightly more given his current situation, not being helped by the fact that the cause of said situation was now an arm's length in front of him.

He couldn't help picking up on the small twitch that went through peters body when he spoke. Or how when he stood up to his full height, a head or so taller than spiderling. That the action seemed to get under peters skin. The super soldiers sense picking up on the light hitch in his breath.

Holy shit, the young one wanted him. He could hear the thrumming of the little mutants heartbeat. And it wasn't the scared kinda heart beat. 
Fuck it. The lad was legal, and he (Bucky) had had enough of waiting around and trying to fit into expectations.

His flesh hand moving up the back of the teen's neck, he leaned down pulling the boy up to him at the same time and lightly kissing those plump pink lips. Feeling the younger male respond, he kissed him again deepening slightly, feeling the pressure of Peter against his body as the boy kept returning every movement and gesture.

Bucky surprised himself honestly when his metal hand found its way down from the teen's waist and onto his arse. Squeezing at the soft globe of flesh through the firm fitting gym shorts.

Causingthe brown-eyed boy to grind into Bucky, gasping lightly as he felt peters hard on brush against his thigh. His metal arm cold against Peter's shirtless torso. The slight hum of mechanics and electrics causing the teens skin to timgle. Small moans escaping the teen with each motion.

Buckys erection was strained, standing to attention pushing as the material of his boxers and black sweatpants. Fucking hell he hadn't been this turned on since before world war 2. It was overwhelming.
Breaking the kiss and stepping back to breathe, untangling his hand from Peter's hair.

Shit that had just happened. He and Peter had just made out like the teenager Peter was in the gym of the compound. That was full of CCTV cameras and FRIDAY.

"Well, that was new." The teens' raspy voice was clear, breathing heavily and eyes dilated. His lips slightly swollen and red from the intensity of his and Bucky's a moment ago activities.
A light laughter escaped from both of them.

"Yeah, that was new for me too doll. Don't normally kiss anyone like that without at least taking em dancing first. My momma raised a gentleman but I think they hydra kinda broke that." The Brooklyn in Bucky's accent coming up heavy due to his raspy voice. The Russian hints still clear in some words, but his use of 40's slang seemingly makes Peter happy, blushing at the man's use of 'doll'.

"ERM, well I'm gonna go back to my room to shower and stuff, we should talk about this later. Yeah." Peter rushed out back to his slightly giddy attitude rather than the dazed reaction he'd had after they had kissed.

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Steve as oblivious as the man was to things sometimes had picked up on his friends more than odd behaviour, the trademark smirk on Bucky's face. He knew that expression, it's the one he wore when he walked back over to Steve after a dame had just agreed to go dancing with him.

Which makes Steve stop. Wait when did Bucky leave the compound, answer not for a few days. People currently in the compound within the last few hours. No one that Bucky would logically get with unless it was a member of the staff a shield agent. The man had spent the entire morning with Peter, however.

Bucky with a guy. Yeah okay, maybe a small chance. He'd see his friend look other soldiers in the war up and down. Not that he could have acted on it with it being illegal at the time.

Peter with a guy. Sure very possible, the kid was open with his bisexuality, he wore a flag as a cape round new york as Spiderman for the whole of New York's pride week.

But Bucky and Peter together. No. Surely not. Peter was so young and innocent. Only just an adult. Bucky wouldn't go for such a huge age gap, logically right?. Then again every age gap to people close to their physical age was huge for him and Bucky. But Peter?.

Going through his mind as it went over all the past people Bucky had liked or found attractive to his knowledge. Short. Younger than him slightly. Innocent. Overly sweet. Peter fit every single one of them damn boxes.

Logically it was possible. Legally it was possible.

Watching from the upstairs balcony as Peter and Bucky spoke quietly to each other, laughing sightly. As Bucky kissed Peter on the cheek to distract him enough to grab the tub if ice-cream from the teen.

Definitely possible.