An unconventional trio

Eyes on me

Shout out to bestie!! For helping me when I became too feral to finish writing this chapter!!! She is amazing! Thank you!! ealachopairgorm

BUCKY'S POV:

Rage surges through me like a wildfire, igniting my skin with an unbearable heat. I can't fathom
why Loki had done this to Nova. Her anger is palpable, shaking her body like a leaf in a storm.
She moves with an urgency I've never witnessed before, her steps a blur as she leads me to her
suite. As I follow, I grapple with the conflicting desires to give her space and to protect her at all
costs.

She flings open the door to her suite, leaving it ajar for me as she disappears inside, and I can't
resist following. A sigh escapes me as I cross the threshold, hearing the shower turn on as I close
and lock the door behind me.

"Nova," I call out, but she doesn't respond.

My concern grows as I approach the bathroom and call her name again upon entering. She's
standing in the shower, fully clothed, trembling beneath the relentless torrent of water; as I watch
her shiver beneath the spray, an overwhelming urge to destroy Loki consumes me.

"Nova, what happened?" I ask; my voice comes out harsher than I intended, sounding more like
a demand than a question of concern.

She remains silent, her gaze fixed on the wall in front of her. I step closer and repeat my
question, but she still refuses to acknowledge me, continuing to stare blankly ahead as the water
cascades over her clothed form.

Without hesitation, I open the shower door and step in beside her.

"Jesus, this is freezing!" I exclaim, quickly reaching over to adjust the temperature before
gripping her shoulders and turning her to face me.

"Hey. Talk to me, Nova."

Finally, her eyes meet mine.

"No," she says, her voice barely a whisper.

"Wha—why?" I ask, my brow furrowed in concern.

"Not now. Right now, I need you to shut my brain off," she replies.

"Nova...ple—"

"No," she repeats, her tone desperate and her gaze unwavering as she began to unbuckle my belt.

"Talk later. Right now...right now, I need you to shut up, and turn my fucking brain off."

The raw desire in her words ignites a primal instinct within me, causing me to grow instantly
hard.

'I shouldn't...' I think, but I can't resist the pull I feel between us.

I propel her back against the cold, tiled wall, my hands entwined in her silken hair holding her
captive. My lips crash into hers with an urgency that ignites a fire within me. I tighten my grip,
pulling her head to the side, exposing the vulnerable column of her neck. The scent of her skin intoxicates me, and I can't resist sinking my teeth into the sensitive spot where her neck and
shoulder meet.

Her breath catches, and I exalt in her response as I savor the moment, my mind beginning to go
fuzzy at the taste of her. She whispers my name, the sound a plea that only fuels my desire. I
reach for the hem of her shirt, determined to have her bare before me.

"Just rip it," she urges as I slightly struggle with the wet material, her voice laced with a mixture
of anticipation and surrender.

"What?" I inquire, my voice husky.

"Jesus, just RIP IT OFF!" she exclaims.

A grin spreads across my face as I comply with her request, tearing the fabric from her body.
She fumbles with my clothing, desperation evident in her movements as she hastily removes my shirt, tossing it aside. She kneels before me, her fingers deftly peeling down my jeans and boxer briefs; as each layer falls away, anticipation courses through my veins.