Road Trip
You had spent the weekend with your boyfriends in a nice cabin at the edge of the woods. It was now time to go back to the compound. You walked to the back of the car and put your backpack in the trunk.
“Everything’s here?” Steve asked, his footsteps made a soft crackling sound as he crossed the porch. You turned around and glanced at the trunk’s content.
“Yeah, I just need to warn Nat that we’re heading out.” You pulled your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “I’m driving. Want to be my co-pilot?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Steve smiled, it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but giggle.
After a quick call to your mum-friend, you sat behind the steering wheel and waited until your two super boyfriends were inside to pull out of the driveway.
You first started dating Bucky, he was sweet and awkward around you and you fell hard and fast for him. Steve followed Bucky wherever he went, he was Bucky’s shadow. When you got to know Steve, you realized how friendly and caring he was.
Bucky noticed how close you were becoming. Neither you nor Steve realised you had feelings for each other before Bucky mentioned it. He wasn’t angry, he actually thought it was a good thing.
Bucky was too afraid he might hurt you, but he knew nothing wrong could happen as long as Steve was around. And so the three of you started dating. It was a bit unusual at first and it took some time to get used to it, but you wouldn’t want to go back to the way things used to be.
The only fly in the ointment was that Steve insisted you keep your relationship a secret from the others. You didn’t object at first, but two years later it was getting a bit frustrating.
“Sweetheart, put the radio on.” Bucky said from the backseat.
You did what he asked and looked into the rear-view mirror, he was nodding his head to the rhythm, a happy smile curling up the corners of his mouth. Steve was staring out the window, his foot tapping in time with the music.
“Pack it up, pack it in. Let me begin, I came to win battle me that’s a sin.” You started to sing out loud, taking your eyes off the road long enough to grin at Steve who cocked an eyebrow at you.
“I won’t ever slack up. Punk you better back up.” Bucky joined you and gave Steve a playful slap behind his head. “Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up.
“Get up, stand up, c’mon put your hands up! If you’ve got the feeling, jump across the ceiling.” You looked back at the road.
Bucky put his metal hand on your shoulder, leaning forward from the backseat to sing with you.
Steve shook his head, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. He pretended to look outside while you and Bucky sang at the top of your voices.
“I know you know the lyrics, Steve. Come on, sing with us!” You removed one hand from the steering wheel to shake his shoulder.
He uncrossed his arms and leaned his head against the headrest with a dramatic sigh.
“I came to get down, I came to get down.” He started to sing quietly. “So get out your seat and jump around. Jump around...” He turned his head and smiled at the sight of you and Bucky.
“Jump up, jump up and get down!” The three of you shouted excitedly.
Big smiles flashed across your faces as you sang. The impromptu karaoke lasted until you had to stop for gas.
“I’m taking care of it,” Bucky said, lifting the handle of the gas pump. “Grab me a coffee, would’ya?” He nodded towards the station.
“You got it.”
The bell above the door tinkled when Steve pushed the door open and walked in the deserted shop. He asked to use the restroom and the attendant behind the cash register gave him the key while you turned the corner by the candy aisle.
When you returned to the checkout area, you smiled sheepishly at the owner as you laid a huge pile of candy bars. He eyed the mountain of candies with a suspicious glare.
“Oh, and three coffees.”
He almost rolled his eyes, but turned around and grabbed three plastic cups, filling them with coffee. You fixed their drink the way you knew your boys liked it and took the bag from the guy’s hand, wishing him a nice evening.
When you came back to the car, Bucky slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting it for his height.
“Ready to hit the road?” He asked, closing the door while Steve took the coffees from your hands. You both nodded.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” Steve kissed your cheek.
“Thank you for agreeing to drive all night.” You pecked his lips quickly. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Only every day.” He smirked, tilting his head to deepen the kiss even more.
With your back pressed against the side of the car, he wedged his knee between your legs. You rocked your hips against his knee and he smiled into the kiss when you moaned wantonly. Bucky cleared his throat noisily.
“I love what I’m seeing, really, it’s such a turn on,” You could hear the smirk in his voice as you pulled back from Steve. “But there’s still a long way to go. Also I think the manager is about to touch himself.”
Steve chuckled as he climbed into the backseat and fastened his seatbelt. You leaned down to Bucky’s level and gripped the window sill to steady yourself. You took Bucky cleft chin between two fingers and tilted his head up. You brought your lips to his for a long and passionate kiss. When you looked back at the manager, he was palming the bulge in his trousers.
“Well, now we’re sure he’s going to jerk off as soon as we leave.” Rounding the front of the car, you opened the front passenger door and closed it with a slam once you had climbed inside. “And if you kiss each other he’s probably going to cum in his pants.”
Bucky turned around in his seat to look at Steve who simply shrugged. Bucky took this as a ‘why not’ and leaned towards him, drawing Steve’s face to his. They were definitely putting on a show, although you were sure it wasn’t for the manager.
“You liked that, dollface?”
You nodded your head vehemently, a giddy smile on your lips. They both chuckled before you hit the road again.
The three of you talked about trivial things until you heard Steve soft snores. You looked over your shoulder to make sure he was really asleep, sighing happily as you toed off your shoes and put your feet up on the dash.
“I can’t do that when Steve drives,” You said as Bucky leaned forward and tickled your left foot. “Hey, watch the road.” You narrowed your eyes in a playful glare.
“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky brought his right hand to his temple and made a military salute.
The car fell into an agreeable silence as the fading sunlight shone through the darkening sky. You were falling asleep when Bucky spoke.
“Let’s play a game.” He chuckled when you groaned and shifted in your seat. “C’mon, you’re in the passenger seat, it’s your job to entertain me.”
“Says who?” You huffed a dry laugh and rested your head against the cold window.
“James Barnes.” He turned his head, flashing you that adorable, stupid grin that made you want to pinch his cheeks.
“You’re a dork.”
“But I’m your dork.”
“Undisputedly,” You fidgeted in your seat trying to make yourself more comfortable. “Okay, what do you want to play?”
Bucky decided to play ‘zitch dog’, which was unfair since the serum made his senses more acute. He spotted every single dog, sometimes even more than four cars ahead. You and Bucky finished the whole bag of candy while laughing and talking.
When Steve started to stretch noisily, you quickly removed your feet off the dash. You turned around and smiled innocently at him. He gave you a sleepy smile and arched his back, giving you a nice glimpse of the hair around his belly button.
“Don’t tell me you two only ate candies!” Steve gasped, gesturing towards the candy wrappers on the floor of the car. His voice was still rough with sleep.
“We also drank coffee.” Bucky raised his empty cup of coffee, his metal hand on the steering wheel.
“Okay, that’s it. Sometimes I think I’m the only adult in this relationship.”
“To be fair, you are over a hundred.” Bucky grinned, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. You chuckled quietly as Steve leaned forward from the backseat, his head appeared between your seat and Bucky’s.
“You’re older than me, Buck.” Steve flicked Bucky’s ear, making him gasp in pain.
“Do not hit the driver!” Bucky whined.
“Look, there’s a diner.” Steve pointed to a small restaurant on the side of the road. “We’ll stop there and eat real food.”
“Real food? In a diner? Don’t get your hopes up, pal.”
Bucky parked the car near the diner and climbed out of the car, stretching his cramped muscles. He raised his arms above his head and sighed contently. You could see the two waitresses behind the bar, cleaning the counter while an old man was sitting alone by the window, eating his soup.
“What a beautiful American cliché.” Bucky sighed as he followed you and Steve inside the diner.
You smiled politely at the waitresses, a few heads turned to look at the three of you. They were probably regular customers.
“Table for three?” One of them asked and you nodded. She whistled a merry tune as she led you to your table and handed you menus. “The soup is lip-smacking!”
The waitress left with your orders and Steve, who was sitting next to you, slung his arms over your shoulders. You scooted closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his arms and chest. He kissed the top of your head, a feeling of fulfilment swept through you.
Bucky put his elbow on the table and rested his cheek in the palm of his metal hand, concealed by the black glove he always wore in public. He smiled fondly at the two of you before his gaze shifted to something behind Steve.
“Oh, God!” Bucky gasped. “They have a jukebox!”
He slid out of the booth and made a beeline for the jukebox. You heard him mutter to himself how this was the best thing ever. Soon, a gleeful song blasted from the jukebox and Steve started to laugh.
“I haven’t heard that song in ages.” He stood up and reached out to take your hand. You didn’t hesitate to join him on the makeshift dance floor.
Steve made you laugh and dance until he twirled you around into Bucky’s arms. Bucky had that adorable smile that displayed two rows of pearly white teeth and a slightly crooked tooth. You loved how the skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
You kept dancing and laughing until the waitress came back with your food. Your loud, cheerful conversation brought life into the small, gloomy diner. The waitresses looked even more joyful by the time you waved goodbye.
You sat outside the restaurant and gazed at the midnight sky with your boys. You sat between Bucky’s parted legs, your back to his chest, and let Steve’s head rest on your lap. He could fell the steady rise and fall of your breathing and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. Bucky’s warm breath tickled your neck, your skin was covered in little goose bumps.
“I wish we could do that at home.” You broke the comfortable silence between you. “Sit on the roof or whatever and just... be together.”
“That would be nice.” Steve hummed as your fingers ran through his hair.
“Please, Stevie,” You sat up and titled your head down to look at Steve in the eye. “Let’s just tell the others. I want to show them how much I love you and Bucky.” You puckered your lips into a cute pout.
You knew Bucky wanted to tell the others too. “Are you ashamed of us? Of our relationship?” You asked cautiously.
“No!” Steve quickly rose to his feet and began to pace in front of you and Bucky. “God, no! I’ve never said that! I just don’t think the others are mature enough to understand how serious our relationship is.”
He took a deep breath and stopped in front of you, running his finger through his hair in a nervous gesture. You and Bucky stood up as well and faced him.
“It’s not just that,” He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at you. “You and Bucky are the fun ones. And I’m Captain America, the responsible and righteous one.”
“That’s not true,” You rolled your eyes. “I have two words for you: Sokovia Accords.”
Steve groaned and threw his head back. “I’d like to be the one who suggests something completely crazy.”
“Going against 117 countries was kinda insane.” You shrugged, your lips set in a tight grimace.
“I’m serious. Bucky came up with this weekend idea and I won’t even let you eat candies for dinner.” He rubbed his hands up and down his face.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his dramatic tantrum. “Steve, we would be lost without you.”
“Lost and high on sugar.” Bucky chuckled and took a step forward to put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Steve nodded, a small smile cracked his lips. You all returned to the car, but before you could open your door, Steve stopped you. You turned back at him with a confused expression on your face as Bucky got into the car.
“Go with Bucky, you should get some sleep.”
“I don’t want to let you drive alone.” You protested. “Are you angry with me? I didn-”
“No, sweetheart,” He chuckled, pulling you close to him. “I’m not angry. I just need some time to think. I swear, everything’s fine. I love you, sweetheart.”
You wrapped your arms around Steve’s waist and buried your face into his chest.
“If you ever want to do something crazy, I’ll follow you.” You looked up at him and he chuckled before he kissed the top of your head.
“I know,” He grinned. “Now jump in and get some sleep.”
You jumped into the backseat and nestled yourself against Bucky’s chest while Steve fastened his seatbelt. You talked for a while and shared a few sloppy kisses with Bucky before you drifted to sleep. Steve looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled as he watched you wiggled slightly in your sleep.
The next morning, the bright light of the sun woke you up. You groaned in protest and slid off Bucky’s lap. It took you a few moments to adjust to the light of the brand new day.
“Morning, sunshine!”
“You sound cheerful today.” You smiled, looking at Steve through half-lidded eyes. “How far are we from New York?”
“Pretty far, I’m afraid.”
“What? Where are we?” Bucky started to groan quietly when you raised your voice. He threw his arm over his eyes to shield himself from the aggressive light.
“Jacksonville.”
“Jacksonville?” You repeated, a sign on the side of the road announced that you just entered the city. “We’re in Florida?!”
Suddenly wide awake, Bucky sat up straight and blinked furiously. His mouth parted in a small gasp before he managed to form a coherent sentence.
“What the fuck? Are you kidnapping us?”
“I had some time to think last night,” Steve dismissed his question. “And I don’t want to go home, not yet. I want to do something fun.”
“So you’re kidnapping us.” Bucky slumped back in his seat and grinned. “I’m not complaining, I didn’t want to go home anyway.”
You leaned forward and looked at Steve with adoring eyes. He could feel your eyes on him as he drove and started to blush. You kissed his cheek, his skin felt incredibly warm against your lips.
“I don’t want to hide anymore.” Steve told you. “Give me a few fun days before we go back home and tell the others.”
“You serious?” You beamed when he nodded. “I love crazy Steve!” You slumped back into Bucky’s arms.
“Keep your feet off the seats, guys.” Steve warned.
“Ah, Captain America! Welcome back.” Bucky commented, flashing you a quick smirk.
Minutes later, a peaceful silence settled over the car. Bucky played mindlessly with your hair while Steve continued to drive. You thought it was perfect time to reveal your big secret.
“Hey guys,” They hummed in response. “Don’t get mad, but I already told Nat that we were together.”
Steve said your name and turned around to throw you an annoyed glance.
“And you know how she is. She probably told Clint, which means that Clint told Wanda and Wanda told Vision. And Vision must have warned Tony.”
“I told Sam.” Bucky admitted and Steve shouted Bucky’s name, glaring at him from the front seat. “Not my fault! He kept talking about his precious Red Wing. I had to brag too.” Bucky raised his hands in mock surrender.
“So basically everyone knows, right?” Steve asked with a sigh.
“Pretty much,” You cringed, looking at Bucky with a small smirk. “But have I told you how much I love you?” You tried to appease your exasperated boyfriend.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Steve muttered, smiling to himself. “Both of you.”