Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

No thank you, Daddy.

Behave.

"I gotta warn you," I shake away the dirty daydreams dancing in my head and step forward towards him, not even noticing the sour look on Bucky's face as I step onto the mat with Steve. "You won't get near me."

"Good thing there are two of us," Bucky chuckled from behind before suddenly his arms encased me, apparently we were starting.

As nice and warm as his hug is, better throw him before he throws me.

I flick my wrist and send him sailing across the mat, rolling to a stop across the room with a bewildered look on his face. I tried not to chuckle because out of the corner of my eye, I caught Steve barreling towards me. I held my hand out, pausing him in mid stride. His eyes were wide but he couldn't move or talk. A flick of my forefinger and he went rolling just like Bucky.

"You're good with that hand," Bucky attracted my attention with his subtle comment. Of course my mind goes into the gutter so I turn to him with a quirked eyebrow. "Wonder if you would be as formidable without their use?"

Apparently, he was just stalling because suddenly Steve's massive arms snaked around my arms, folding them in on myself and his chest pressed into my back as he held me still. I tried in vain to escape but his grip was solid.

Fucking shit.

I wiggled and wiggled but there was no change. I dropped my weight, defeated. Bucky smiled with much confidence as he approached me, closer.

I returned the smile but it was meant differently.

With a wink of my eye, Bucky went flying across the room while I folded myself in half, flipping Steve onto his back and sliding him across the floor and caught Bucky before slamming into the wall, slowly bringing him down to his feet – all the while my hands at my sides.

"I think so, yes. My hands just help concentrate my powers."

Bucky was laughing now – but not like he was laughing at me. He approached me and took all of me in his gaze. "You're definitely strong."

"Unfortunately so," I agreed with a slight nod as I looked over at Steve who was still laying on his back, chest heaving across the room. I lifted my hand and pulled Steve across the floor, hearing him grunt at the sudden jerk and soon he was at my feet. "It's good for a lot of things though."

"I'm sure it is," Bucky murmured under his breath as he bent down and leaned over Steve with his elbows resting on his knees. "You alright down here?"

"Just need a minute," Steve grumbled before he sat up, looking dazed at the wall ahead of him before slowly raising his gaze to meet my face. "That was great."

"Thanks," I smirk, my tone perky as I glance around the room, finding the clock on the wall. "We got a few hours before dinner, want me to keep knocking you on your asses?"

"Hm," Bucky let out a hum before he lept with inhuman speed and tackled me to the ground. His hands trapped my hands above my head, his fingers intertwined with mine and his thighs trapped my legs together, unable to even bend at the knee.

Well fuck me running, I might not want to move.

FOCUS!

I let out a shaky breath before glancing up into his eyes, nearly shielded by his dark brown hair dangling like a wall in front of his face, but his eyes were a deep blue that looked like the ocean on a stormy day.

Focus, focus, Fucking Focus Romani.

"Say uncle?" he asked questionably, shifting nervously at how close he just realized he was to me. I could see it in his eyes.

Don't you dare say it Romani.

"No thank you, daddy," it left my mouth without warning and my brain immediately buzzed as if something was kicking it, and the shock that stunned his body was all I needed to take advantage of as I pulled my arm free and sent him sailing back into Steve's arms, since he had stood up and wasn't far away from us, he had heard the exchange also and was so flabbergasted he didn't even attempt to catch Bucky, they just smacked into each other and fell into a pile of sexy limbs.

You're such a whore. First day, call the sexy metal armed guy Daddy. Mkay, that'll leave an impression. I need a shower. A lobotomy maybe. Do they still do those? Would they do that on request? Fuck. They're both looking.

"Alright, I'll see you both at dinner," I use my powers to stand me on my feet and hurry my way out of the training room.

Because, I'm a fucking idiot.

Dinner was served a few hours later but I stayed up in my room due to the fact that I had just embarrassed myself beyond reason. I couldn't show it though. Maybe I could use the "daddy" comment I made earlier as an excuse to catch Bucky off guard and send him flying? Not that that was what really went down.

It just... came out.

And Bucky is TOTALLY  Daddy.

Steve, too.

REGARDLESS! What the hell was I thinking?! I'd only gotten here not an hour before knocking them on their asses and then calling Bucky Daddy. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I stepped out of the shower – the only thing that functions normally – and wiped down the mirror with a dry towel and stared at myself for a moment.

"No thank you, Daddy." The thought replayed in my head constantly.

"Ugh!" I called out and tossed my towel down out of frustration and used my power to remove the water from my body. Suddenly, there was a knock at my apartment door. I slumped my back and rolled my eyes. Of course, someone has to knock on my door while I'm completely in the nude with nothing to properly cover my body. I sighed heavily and wrapped as much of the towel around my body as I could and rushed to the front door.

Fuck me.

"Bucky..." It came out in a whisper. I struggled with my towel a little, too; I was terrified I was going to flash him. That would be, without a doubt, the second most embarrassing thing I've done – all in one day. "What can I do you for?"

Shit, I'd do 'em for free...

Shut up, Romani!