I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C9-Rules and Punishments

Chapter 9: Rules and Punishments
*3rd Person’s POV* 
(Wednesday)
Bucky and Steve were the first ones up. Steve woke up first, and looked to his right where his best friend was sleeping. He smiled, combing his hands through the soldier’s shoulder length hair. God, he missed his best friend. Steve cried for 2 days after Bucky had fallen off the train, never to be seen again. But now, he was finally reunited with him, and could not ask for anything more. 

Soon, said soldier stirred and woke up, only to see his best friend gazing at him. Bucky smiled and the two lazed in bed for another 20 minutes until Bucky said he was hungry and Steve promised to make him pancakes. “Blueberry pancakes and chocolate sauce like back in the old days?” Steve asked and Bucky grinned. Back in the 40s, Bucky used to go to Steve’s house every Saturday morning to eat the blonde’s blueberry pancakes with chocolate sauce. It was the best thing the brunette had ever eaten, and now, almost after 70 years, he finally got to eat it again. 

As Bucky put his cast back on, Steve helped him to the living room, disappearing into the kitchen. Soon, Clint stirred and then woke Natasha up, resulting in a short wrestling match, before the red-haired assassin pinned the archer down, and Clint admitted defeat. The two walked out of Natasha’s room and into the living room, and cooed at the sight they saw. Bucky was laying on the couch, asleep, curled in a ball as he hugged a pillow, his left foot sticking out because of his cast. “He’s so cute,” Clint gushed silently before Nat shook her head, smiling and the two headed into the kitchen for their needed morning caffeine. 

The next to wake up was Loki. He stretched and yawned, before heading outside as well, going into Thor’s room to wake the god up. Thor didn’t budge at first, but the moment Loki said, “I’m going to rule over Midgard again,” in a sing-song voice in his last attempt at waking his sleeping brother, Thor jumped up and pinned Loki down on to the bed, before the god of mischief burst out laughing, and Thor looked at him confused. “It’s a joke Thor, I wanted you to wake up so I said that,” Thor sighed, shaking his head and smiled. 

“This is why you’re the god of mischief,” he said and let go of Loki’s arms that were raised above his head. Then, the two made their way to the living room, and Thor grabbed 2 cups of coffee for the both of them and they chatted with Nat and Clint, leaving Bucky to sleep a little longer. Finally, Steve was done with the pancakes and brought out a huge stack of them and placed it on the table. Clint grinned and was about to dig in when Steve stopped him, telling him that the rest have to wake up first. The archer pouted but nodded his head. 

“Bucky, wake up,” Steve went over to the couch and whispered in the soldier’s ear. He stirred and smiled when he sniffed the familiar scent of pancakes. 

“Yay, pancakes,” the half-asleep brunette groggily said, a smile still on his face. The rest chuckled and the two made their way to the dining table. 

“Thor, can you get Bruce up please? You too Nat, for Tony. Thank you,” Steve asked, more like instructed, and the other 2 dominants nodded before heading to Bruce and Tony’s room. 

Natasha took the lift down, stopping at the mechanic’s room and entered it, seeing a sleeping Tony sprawled over his bed, blanket kicked to the ground, left hand grabbing onto a pillow tightly. She smiled, and walked over to him, tracing her fingers on his exposed torso where his shirt rode up. Tony squirmed a little, groaning as his eyes fluttered open. When he saw Nat smiling at him, he squeaked and buried his head into the pillow he was clutching. “Nat! Stop!” He squealed, but was slightly muffled by the pillow. The red-headed assassin chuckled and proceeded to tickle the man, and the mechanic lost it and started giggling and laughing, squirming about. “Are you awake yet?” Natasha finally ceased her tickle torture, as the submissive panted and smiled, nodding his head. Then, the two proceeded to head out of the room for breakfast. 

Thor made his way down to Bruce’s room as well, and smiled brightly at the sight in front of him. His blanket was covering his legs, his feet sticking out. He was turned away from the door, clutching a bolster as soft snores escaped his mouth. The god went up to him and sat on the bed, and rubbed his back up and down, as the doctor stirred and turned around, smiling when he saw Thor. “Morning, doctor Banner,” the blonde god smiled and said, and the doctor greeted him back. The two just stayed there for awhile, Bruce enjoying the touches and pets of Thor. Then finally, the two headed out, and went to the dining room for a long awaited breakfast. 

…
“So we need to discuss rules,” Steve started as everyone finished breakfast and were now sitting comfortably on the couch. All the submissives groaned, and Tony dramatically fell back, making it look like he fainted. Everyone laughed at this. “Alright, alright, I know you all don’t. like it, but its a must, okay?” Steve continued and everyone nodded. 

After an hour, the team managed to brainstorm rules and punishments, along with special rules for each submissive. 

Rules:
1. Don’t lie
2. Don’t be violent (only on missions)
3. Don’t be rude, use your manners
4. Don’t swear 
5. Don’t talk back, if you’re unhappy, tell us
6. Don’t breach your punishments 
7. Listen to all instructions
8. Tell us when something is wrong, don’t hide it
9. No alcohol or drugs (alcohol only when we say so)
10. Be kind to one another

Punishments: 
-Lines (writing lines)
-No Lab
-No coming on missions (if its really serious)
-Leash 
-Silence
-No TV
-Early bedtime
-Isolation room
-Chores
-Spanking

Special rules: 
Loki: No magic unless we say so, stay in the tower during missions until we trust you, all weapons must be handed to Thor or chosen dominant 
Bucky: Make sure your wounds are all bandaged up, therapy sessions every Sunday
Bruce: Tell us if something makes you wanna hulk out, no lab when angry
Tony: No drunk science, sleep early (by 10pm)

Everybody groaned. And by everybody, I mean the submissives. Tony was particularly unhappy with the no alcohol one. All the dominants chuckled and let the rest process the rules. 

(a/n: i know so far no one is reading, but to anyone who is reading this, thank you!)