Deity

Star Spangled Man

Steve was the first one to wake as was normal. He liked the quiet solitude at the beginning of his day even if it was him laying a bit away from his lovers and watching them sleep. He had dreamt of his mother last night, a time when he hadn't been sick and it had been her rare day off. They had sat in the living room together and his mother had read to him from an old book his father had left behind when he died.

The blond had woken up to the remembered sound of his Mother's voice and felt good all over. He didn't feel melancholy over it like he had before. His girlfriend had cleared up the dim memories, clarifying them for him so it was like he had heard Sarah just the other day. He had seen her with his clear eyes and not his half blinded ones and heard her clearly and not partially muffled from his almost deaf ear.

He had cried when Kayla had offered to do that for him after he expressed his inability to remember his mother clearly. It had always pained him that he hadn't truly seen or heard his mother like everyone else. But only he (and his father) had seen the absolute pure goodness in Sarah's soul and the absolute love she held for Steve and Joseph. Sure her patients had seen her goodness but only Steve and Joseph had the total of amount of it.

Steve rolled back closer and spooned Kayla, tucking her hair out of the way so he wouldn't accidentally pull it. He reached his hand over and gently stroked Tony's cheek though, watching the genius sleep while feeling so grateful that he was finally theirs. The blond had known he was a goner when he met the sarcastic genius. He was a sucker for sassy brunettes. 

Tony mumbled softly, cuddling into Kayla's chest more while pressing his face into the soft touch. He had somehow scooted down during the night so his forehead was about even with Kayla's collarbone. He had fit into their usual cuddle pile very neatly.

Bucky's longish hair was spread out around his head, sprawled on his back. He had his metal arm stretched out and his flesh arm around the genius. He had no signs of stress on his face, smiling faintly in his sleep instead.

Steve's keen mind catalogued the beautiful picture his lovers made. He would end up drawing it later and quietly asked JARVIS to snap a photo for reference. He wouldn't need it but it was nice to look at. Steve liked how much photography had advanced and how each image was crystal clear. 

The soldier pressed an absent kiss to Kayla's bare shoulder, the deity asleep in a tank top and a pair of shorts she had "borrowed" from Tony. The genius would probably never get them back. He knew Tony wouldn't mind though.

It was a quirk of the goddess. She liked to hold her lovers clothing hostage and never return them. It was her way of keeping little pieces of them close at hand. Plus she said she liked how loose and big their clothing was on her. Secretly Steve loved it, it soothed a possessive part of him. Bucky was very open in his appreciation of her in their clothing however. He could clearly remember Bucky threatening to bend her over the nearest flat surface the next time she wore just his shirt to bed.

The blond was taken from his musing by the sound of Bucky groaning low in his throat. The assassin was waking up slowly. Ever since being saved and knowing he was absolutely safe down to his core, the assassin had taken pleasure in sleeping in. Steve watched as Bucky's ice blue eyes fluttered open and the assassin stretched as much as he could with his flesh arm stuck under Tony. 

Bucky carefully extracted his arm and massaged the pins and needles out of it, blinking slowly to orient himself fully and then automatically turned his head to look at Steve. He knew his blond was awake and watching.

"Morning, Jerk." Steve spoke softly, almost too softly but he knew the assassin's keen hearing would pick it up.

"You sleep okay, Punk?" Bucky mumbled, leaning over the other two to press a quick kiss to Steve's lips. He was very tactile at times and at other times oozed a 'do not touch me' air. He was like a cat, finicky about who he liked and who he would allow to touch him.

"Slept great." Steve smiled happily. "Dreamt about my Ma. It's amazing the clarity of my dreams now. It felt so real."

"I'm glad." Bucky thought Steve deserved the world. Well he thought all his lovers did. "I'm gonna make breakfast."

"I'll come with." Steve carefully extracted himself, tucked the blankets over the other two and went with Bucky to the kitchen.