Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

Don't fall in love with me, Captain.

                                                       *****Two Months Later******

"Steve avoids me," I grumbled, cutting the crust off my bologna sandwich. Bucky and Natasha were leaning against the island in my common room kitchen, occasionally taking bites of their sandwiches.

"He does know we're fucking," Bucky shrugged his shoulders. Ever since I moved in, I noticed an increase in his curse words. I assume I'm a horrible influence but he won't admit it. Natasha said it was my fault but she enjoyed it, it made him lively.

"That makes me feel loads better," I muttered lowly to myself but with much disappointment, they both heard my remark. I bit down on my sandwich with a frown.

"Don't take it to heart, Ro," Bucky told me simply with a small shrug. "Steve has always been a lot more old-school than me. "He's just... a little jealous because he likes you."

I sighed heavily and took another bite out of my sandwich. Just as the bread touched my tongue, an idea hit me like a ton of bricks. "I wanna talk to him," I said. My statement was acknowledged but neither made a comment.

"Do whatever you feel necessary," Natasha said as she took the last bite of her sandwich and brushed the crumbs from her fingers before throwing away her trash.

"Maybe I could fuck some sense into him."

My eyes widened, not realizing that I'd said my thoughts aloud. I immediately looked over at Bucky, who was smiling a little. "Sure," he said with a shrug. "Maybe it'll make him relax; he's been super uptight lately – even before you got here." Bucky finished his sandwich and walked over to me after cleaning his mess up and kissed my forehead.

"Um," I glanced around at Natasha who was standing at the fridge, opening up a water bottle, the smirk on her face only intensed when she raised her eyebrows.

"It's not a horrible idea," she mumbled nonchalantly before bringing the rim to her lips.

"I'm not jealous," Bucky made sure to explain as he leaned up against the island, his arms crossed over his chest. I had managed to talk him into putting his hair up into a bun because it kept getting in his eyes when we were training, he liked it so it stuck.

And he looks fucking hot with a man bun.

"You wouldn't mind..." I ask hesitantly, glancing between him and Natasha and then back. I add, quietly. "I know we aren't exclusive but ya know..."

"It doesn't bother me," he chuckled a little, uncrossing his arms to pull me into his chest. "Especially with Steve. Although he's the only person I would share you with."

"You've done this before, haven't you?" my eyes narrowed at the thought, they totally had threesomes back in the day.

"Actually, no," he shrugged his shoulders, his mouth downturning a bit. "Not that I didn't try, man really needs to release some tension, always has."

"You are totally fine with me boning your best friend?" I reiterated, I have to make sure this is completely out and in the open. I don't want to be called a cheater even though, technically, we aren't a couple.

We just fuck like bunnies and then fight bad guys together.

Super fun.

"He needs it," he stares down at me with an almost pleading look in his eyes. "I don't own you, Ro- and I don't think bad of you. You can have your cake and eat it too. You can have me and Steve, if he wants it."

"Okay," I said stiffly.

What can I say? It felt... odd that Bucky was so cool with me sleeping with his best friend.

Does that make me a whore? I'm thinking so.

"Oh," Bucky added quickly with a soft snap of his fingers. "I don't think you're a whore for doing it, either."

Well, that answers my question.

"Alright, well... I guess, if I see him, I'll try to talk to him," I explained with a little shrug.

"Here's your chance," Bucky said before dipping out. I turned around and saw Steve coming into the kitchen, Natasha bolted right behind Bucky.

He was wearing a tank top – which was odd because he didn't normally wear those. He'd been sweating, too. Training, perhaps?

"Hey, Steve," I greeted as he walked to the fridge, glancing at me before grabbing a bottle of water. He remained silent, though. Just chugged his water... "What, you can't talk anymore?"

"What would you like for me to say, Romani?" he asked firmly as he turned around to face me, finally. His brows were furrowed tightly. His muscles gleamed as the light shined on his bare arms. "You're here... not one day... and you're—" he started but stopped himself. "It doesn't matter." He shook his head and started to walk away but I'd stopped him but blocking his path – telekinetically, too.

"I know that you like me, Steve," I told him before lowering my hand to my side, letting go of the grip on him. "Natasha told me—"

"So, if you knew that I liked you, why'd you sleep with Bucky?" He crossed his arms.

I stepped a little closer and looked up at him. Slowly, I reached up and grabbed his upper arm, feeling his biceps. He looked down at my hand before slowly looking back at me.

"Bucky's not as reserved as you," I told him simply. "He went for it. I let him, and now- I'm going for it." I smiled and reached up to run my fingers through his hair. "I date who I wanna date and I fuck who I wanna fuck."

Steve gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away from his hair and pushed me against the wall. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked nonchalantly.

Hmm...guess my bad mouth is rubbing off on him too.

"Of course I do," I bit my bottom lip and glanced down at his bare skin, peeking out the top of his chest that was visible beneath the tank. "I like you and I like Bucky, he's willing to share, are you?"

"If that means," he pauses, his hand sliding down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I can have a taste of you, I'm willing to do just about anything."

"You super soldiers just bring out the inner slut in me," I whisper, watching as he slowly leaned down. I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against him- eliciting a low growl from his chest. His hand trailing down my arm slid past my ribs and planted on my hip while the other bunched in my hair, gripping it softly to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid in and gently massaged mine, it wasn't a passion filled kiss but almost like a longing one, he took his time to explore me as I did the same with him. He tasted like mint.

He pulled away, panting slightly as he leaned his forehead against mine. "I've wanted to do that since I met you," his voice was hushed as he reached up his hand to embrace my jaw, gently rubbing his thumb across my cheek.

Fuck. He's a gentle giant.

The gentleness of his touch caused my insides to clench with need. His caring touch lingered as his eyes bore into mine, searching for something that I'm not sure of.

"Don't fall in love with me, Captain," I warn him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. I can't afford to fall in love with them both, it's hard enough to lay in Bucky's arms and not fall head over heels. I keep reminding myself, no strings attached but the way Steve's eyes gaze into mine, I can feel my heart skip a beat.

"I can't promise that," he answered truthfully, his eyes still searching mine. I don't know why, but his response sent a wave of heat over me. I needed to have him. Now.