"Did it hurt?"
"When I fell from Heaven?"
"When you nearly fucking died, asshole."
[Stony]
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I would like to start off with thank you for 800 comments! I'm aiming for 1K by chapter 30 hopefully so keep those comments coming because I love hearing all of your opinions!
And I know I said that I wouldn't update this until after May or something but I couldn't help myself and I have some free time on my hands and here is an update
Oh yeah gonna sue marvel for destroying my soul lol love ya hate ya infinity war xx Y'all opinion on Infinity War?
D r a m a bc I'm a dramahoe
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"Steve, wake up, this is not the time to be sleeping, get up! Now!"Steve is shoved harshly at the shoulder, at the side, his stomach, his chest, gripped at the shoulders and jostled awake until there's throwing arms and grumbling words and lights flickering on in the small bedroom of Steve Rogers. The light blinds, Steve hisses, flinches from the light as he tries to blink and adjust, barely making out the figure that lurks at his bedside with longing hair in their face and a phone waving about in their hands.
Bucky's talking animatedly, hands moving, lips shaping, torso heaving about...something. Steve is just trying to focus on waking up, beady eyes squinting at the alarm clock on his bedside table, 4:06am flashing in vivid red LED, sometime in April, it's Spring Break. It's raining outside, Steve can hear the patter of rain hitting his window, the musky scent of damp, feel the droplets dripping onto his bedsheets from Bucky's longing hair.
"Buck, what the-"
"Have you seen this? Of course you haven't because while you've been sleeping, and you need to get your snoring checked out by the way, this is everywhere."Steve doesn't have to wonder what this is for long, a phone screen being shoved into his face, eyes blinking to keep up with the flashing lights, the vivid colours, the movement of bodies upon another, lips curling, voice sluring, tongues-
"No. This is obviously fake."Is Steve's first reaction, scoffing, shaking his head, pushing the phone out from his face because that can't be Tony, not his Tony.
"There's more,"There's an almost smugness to Bucky's words as he flicks his thumb across the screen and more videos pop up, photos, articles, making headlines, blurred out faces, censored body parts.
It's Tony, there's no mistaking those brown eyes, that glorious smile, the way he seems to move with a grace as if the world owes him something in return for his existence, the one-in-a-billion Arc Reactor that's nestled in his chest. It's Tony who's pictured laying half naked on a bar top, Tequila shots off of his stomach and thighs, it's Tony who's videoed grinding on the crotch of a man at least 5 years his senior, it's Tony who's-
"The tabloids are saying he's a playboy, I say he's a slut."Bucky grumbles, flicking through more photos of Tony up against men, enclosed by woman, surrounded by both, insider photos on shaky cameras and dimmed lights."He's the heir to Stark Industries, a defence company that develops and manufactures advanced weapons and military technology, according to Wikipedia, I did my research after these images popped up and his name started getting smeared on my social media."
