This Is Stella's Reality

October 11, 2015

"Why do you three look so guilty?" Steve asked as soon as we walked into our apartment. I had hardly slipped my shoes off before his accusatory smirk was drinking in my features and formulating a punishment.

Bucky was not far behind, swirling a glass of whiskey around as he leaned his weight onto the kitchen island. The blue of his eyes was dangerously bright in the pale moonlight that bled past the curtains. "How was the bachelorette party?"

Loki laughed, mischievous and dark as her blood red lipstick. "I don't know," she teased, "how about you ask your wife? Natasha, will you join me on the balcony?"

"Absolutely," Nat answered with a wink in my direction. The two slipped past me, avoiding my glare as they made their way outside. Sam was out there too, welcoming them with drinks.

Steve clicked his tongue, closing a book he had been reading and setting it on the coffee table. His legs crossed, and he rested his head on his fist, smiling at me. "You didn't answer Bucky's question, sweets."

Curse Loki and Nat.

Heat rose through my face, and I wondered if my husbands could tell. Probably. They seemed to notice everything about me.

I stared at Steve for a moment longer before flicking my eyes up to Bucky's amused face. "It was fun," I said simply.

"What did you ladies do?" He asked, moving away from the kitchen and settling into an armchair in front of the fire. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and sipping his drink, awaiting my response.

"Sit down," Steve ordered.

They seemed eager to be dominant over me. I wondered how long that would last.

I decided to humor them, listen to their commands and not be a brat just yet. For now, I could play the part of the shy and submissive wife they wished to put in her place. It sent butterflies through my stomach. The way their eyes watched my every move, like the wolves watched the neighbor's cats.

Bucky smirked at my waiting face. "What did you do, doll?"

My shoulders shrugged with mock innocence, a gleam in my eyes and a smile pulling at my lips. "We just went for drinks at a club."

"Is that what Nat and Loki will say if we call them back in here?" Steve asked with a knowing grin.

I laughed, "Probably not."

Steve stood then, followed by Bucky. They both made their way over to me, towering above my head with their broad shoulders and wide grins. "Last chance," Bucky offered. "What did you do?"

"Get drinks."

"Enough," Steve growled as he dipped down and lifted my weight easily into his arms. He placed me over his shoulder, carrying me up the stairs like a sack of flour.

Bucky followed behind, smirking and finishing his drink, abandoning the glass on the dresser in our bedroom. His eyes were sharp as knives as he drank in my features. Steve laid me down on the bed and stood above me with his hands settling into his pockets. They were standing over me, arrogant and sure of themselves.

I could feel their thoughts vibrating with mischief and an eagerness to please. The moonlight was catching in their hair, illuminating their faces like ghostly halos. They looked breathtaking. Celestial bodies come into orbit. Heavenly and otherworldly.

Steve's hand looped under my jawline, fingers digging into the soft skin of my cheeks and pinching sharply. "Were you a brat?" He asked. "Is that why you won't tell us what you did?"

"Maybe."

Bucky's hand slapped the back of my thigh roughly, squeezing my skin and chuckling when I winced. "She's always a brat, husband. We should've known," he smirked as he moved to push up the hem of my dress. His fingers glided along my leg, sending goosebumps across my body.