Purgatory

“So” Clint placed his bowl of cereal on the opposite side of Matt and stared at the vigilante with determination. “how exactly do you … work?”

The lawyer tilted his head in confusion. “I'm sorry?”

“Well I know that your senses are kinda like weird shit and all, but I don't get how exactly.”

“Um … they're enhanced, I guess.”

“Aha?” The archer rested his elbow on the table and put his chin into his palm, smiling politely at the other man.

Matt squinted, hiding his amusement behind a slight frown. “... is it at all possible that you just want to try out how much I can 'see'?”

Clint picked up his spoon and aimed. “No,” he answered and threw the spoon at Matt, who caught it and raised a brow.

“I see.” The vigilante sighed. “You wanna go to the gym and try a few things?”

Clint beamed at the other man in excitement. “Yes!”

Matt had the vague suspicion that this wouldn't be the last time he'd have to do this. Not that he'd mind; he kind of liked the idea of showing off his abilities for once in his life.

“Okay so he's funny and has great humour and he's smart and beautiful and he likes making dirty jokes!” Bucky smiled widely at Steve, who tried really hard to look equally happy, but something very close to jealousy held him back. “He also mentioned a few times that he likes you too!”

“...really?” That was an … interesting information, with which Steve wasn't entirely sure what to do.

“Yeah, I think he might be interested in you.” The assassin snuggled up on Steve's side, grinning up at him, a sneaky grin on his face. “I think he might like us both.”

“You think he might be interested in a three-way-relationship, huh?” The soldier smiled warmly and traced the other man's jawline with his hand, before leaning down and gently kissing his lips, savouring his taste. Just when Bucky started to actively kiss back, Steve withdrew and smirked. “Maybe I'd like that, too.”

He hadn't actually given this much thought. He'd fantasized about it, sure, maybe pictured a few particular scenes in his head, but he'd never actually admitted it to himself, that he wasn't only into men, but also into several men. Preferably ones with dark hair, a bit of stubble and brown eyes.

Steve Rogers had a type.

“Move, I got popcorn.” Steve flopped down on the couch next to Matt, who until now had been tangled up with Bucky, while bickering about which movie to watch. In the end, after about ten minutes of arguing, they had agreed on Madagascar 1. Now they quickly untangled to make space for the blond.

“You know, if you didn't have the popcorn, I might have pushed you to the floor,” Bucky growled, but he smiled, when Steve gave him a kiss on the cheek by leaning over the lawyer.

Matt gave them a look that was supposed to seem hurt, but the little smirk on his lips destroyed that effect. “Oh no, now I'm jealous of these two beautiful men!” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Whatever will I do?” He wouldn't say that he'd had a plan, but he'd definitely had a plan. Or, well, not so much a plan as a vague idea as to how he could get both Steve and Bucky into a relationship with him. And into his bed, but that was optional.

“I don't know, I could give you a kiss, too, if that would make you feel better.” Steve would never admit it, but his heart was beating so fast, pumping adrenaline through his body, he thought it would have to burst. He was sure that the lawyer could hear it, but something about the smile that flashed over the dark-haired man's face, made him calm down a little.

“I would definitely feel better if you did that.” Matt gave him a wicked smirk and leaned forward, offering his cheek.

The super-soldier leaned forward, pressed his lips into the lawyer's warm skin – and then turned his head and their mouths met. Matt let out a soft gasp of surprise as he kissed back, allowing Steve entrance.

It was so very sweet and innocent, only lips and the slightest bit of tongue, but no hands moving or grabbing. There was no rushing it, no desperation behind it.

Until Bucky made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat and Matt broke the kiss with a chuckle. “Care to join us?”

The Winter Soldier bit his bottom lip and the corners of his lips turned up a bit, his eyes turned dark with lust. He leaned over and pressed his lips into Matt's neck, sucking a bruise into his soft skin. The vigilante let out a low moan and arched his back, his head falling on the headrest of the couch, while Steve let one hand trail down the other man's chest, fingers trailing down his hips, the other hand reaching for Bucky, their fingers interlacing over Matt's stomach.

Turns out, revealing his identity hadn't been the worst idea he'd ever had.

After their intense make-out-session, they spend a few minutes just panting and trying to catch their breath, until Matt lost control over himself and suddenly blurted out: “Do y'all like Tony? Because he's hella cute and jealous and did I mention that he's cute?”

“How do you know he's cute?” Bucky asked and raised a brow, slowly running one hand through Steve's hair. “You're still blind.”

“Thanks for confirming it.” The lawyer gave the super-soldiers a smug grin. “Also: He sounded cute, but not only from his looks, but he's just … cute. A cute personality. And precious.”

“You're pretty crazy, you know that?” Steve chuckled.

“I just don't want to spend three months pining until something's moving forward. I like you and I like Bucky and I like Tony and I know you two like him too, don't even try to lie, because I can hear it if you do.”

“Fine!” Bucky sighed exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes at the ceiling. “You go ask him first, then we'll join or something.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you're scared?” Matt smiled softly. “That's really adorable. But fine, I'll make the first step if you want.”

“Tony, have you got some time for a second?” Matt knocked on the open door of the mechanic's lab, didn't wait for an answer and just walked inside, pulling his lips into a smirk when he heard the other man sigh quietly and pinching his nose at the unexpected intruder.

“What's up, Daredevil? Not busy with Stevie-boy and Bucket?”

The lawyer snorted and answered: “I think we should be on first-name-basis by now, especially since I'm gonna ask a real awkward question now, but I'd really like an honest answer because it's kinda important.”

“And what would be this important if I might ask?”

“You may.” Matt grinned again. He faintly realized that he was rambling and smiling like an idiot and he should stop. “The thing is the following:” He took a deep breath and ignored the adrenaline rushing into his legs. “SteveAndBuckyAndIMayOrMayNotBeInSomeKindOfRelationshipNowAndIAskedThemWhetherTheyLikedYouAndTheySaidYesSoNowHereIAm!”

For about a minute, it was dead silent. Then Tony tilted his head to side with a sigh. “Are you being serious?”

Matt nodded. He would have replied with a snarky comment, but he didn't trust his voice any more. He noticed that he had crossed his arms in front of his chest, so he quickly let them fall to his side.

“Honestly and really serious?”

“It's not really that hard to understand, Tones,” Steve interrupted and walked into the room, followed by Bucky.

“For how long have you felt like that about me??” The mechanic took a step towards the other three men, hands on his hips.

“I don't know about Stevie, but I gotta say it's been at least like … three months. Or more. Probably.” Bucky offered a shy smile.

“About the same here,” Steve added quietly.

“Three months??!” Tony launched forward until he could reach the blond, slapped him, then took his face into both hands and kissed him. Steve, who was too surprised to be upset about the slap, kissed him back.

“I don't mean to interrupt, but what was that slap for?” Bucky asked with slight annoyance.

Tony ended the kiss and now pulled the assassin closer. “For making me wait that long.” With that he smashed their lips together and at the same time reached out to Matt, who happily stepped closer and waited for his turn.

And when finally his lips met the soft lips of Tony Stark, he nearly started crying. So many emotions were fighting for the better place in his heart, yet all of them good emotions, he nearly got overwhelmed by them. He never would have thought he'd one day feel like this, this warm and safe and grounded. Maybe the word he was looking for was happy, but it was the kind of happy that's always there, no matter how down he'd feel, he knew that feeling would always be with him, deep down, reminding him that he was worth so much and loved by such great men.

Perhaps the word wasn't happy after all.

Matt kissed Tony and smiled when Bucky hugged him from behind and Steve did the same with the mechanic.

The right word was Love.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

“What happened this time?”

“I'm in a relationship.”

“And is that a good thing?”

“Yeah.” Matt lowered his head and grinned at his lap. “Yeah, it's a really good thing.”

“Then why are you here?”

“To hide?” The vigilante suppressed a snort.

“From whom?”

“My three boyfriends, who are all looking to torture me with a horrible Disney song they've been singing for two weeks straight and they won't stop.”

Father Lantom smiled warmly at the darkness behind which his favourite sinner was sitting. It was nice to finally see this emotional disaster of a man get a grip on his life. It was nice to see him happy.