come home - superfamily

chapter two

"Bucky we need to stop this," Steve said, as he pinned him against the wall.

"Shut up, and kiss me." Steve hadn't been kissed like that in years. He lost himself in the kiss, giving everything to Bucky. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't stop.

They rolled onto the bed, their shirtless bodies pressed against each other. "You know, I've dreamed of this for years." Bucky softly kissed him on the head.

"Is it really two in the morning?" Steve sat up, checking his phone. Ten miss calls from Tony. "Buck, Tony's really worried." Bucky grabbed him, pulling him back down.

"Don't go." Steve kissed him one last time.

Steve felt so guilty, he was afraid to go home. He prayed Tony and Peter were sound asleep.

He slowly opened the door.

"Steve?"

...

"Are we still on for dinner tonight?" Tony asked, pretending last night didn't happen. "Um, yea, of course." The guilt was raging through Steve's body.

"Good," Tony responded, kissing his husband on the cheek. Steve's face became hot, and red. Tony noticed this. ''Aw, is my husband blushing?"

Little did he know, he was blushing with guilt, as the kiss reminded him of Bucky.

Steve awkwardly laughed and left the room. As soon as he left, Peter entered. "Hey, Dad? Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Pete. What's up?" Peter seemed nervous and unsure what to say.

"Do you think Pops has been acting weird lately?" Of course Tony did, but he couldn't let Peter worry.

"I haven't noticed anything."

"Oh, okay. I'm probably just being paranoid." Tony smiled and pulled Peter into a hug. "No need to worry, Pete."

...

Tony and Steve had been playing this dinner for months. Things had gotten so busy they hadn't really spent much time, just the two of them together.

Tony laid out his nice suit, and did his hair all fancy. He could hardly wait to spend some time alone with the man he loved most.

The reservations were for seven o'clock, but Tony got there at 6:45. He had to make sure everything was perfect.

He had bought a single rose to give to Steve, remembering once Steve told him they were his favorite. Tony placed it on his plate, with a nice card he had written.

It was 7:05, and still no sign of Steve.

7:15

7:30

7:45

Still no sign of Steve. Tony must've called him fifty times that night.

"Hey, honey, um, I hope you didn't forget about dinner. Reservations were for seven. I, um, am here, waitin for ya. I hope you're alright. I love you, call me back."

When it hit eight o'clock, Tony was about to give up, until his phone buzzed.

steve❤️💍: im on my way

steve❤️💍: im sorry