Stories of Love

Bucky X Reader X Steve

It was cold outside, being the middle of winter.
A light layer of snow covered the ground of New York, leaving me to shiver as the frosty wind picked up momentum. My sleeveless top, and jeans hardily protecting me from the elements.
It's been a month since I was kicked out of the shelter, with the excuse that they needed my bed now that I was finally eighteen.
Kicking me out when they knew damn well that it was the beginning of winter, but I didn't bother with arguing my point. Instead, focusing on creating a plan, a place I could stay while I continued to work off my mothers debt. We were a poor family, after my dad abandoned us mom had to take out some loans in order to pay rent and put food on the table.
I've worked under the table since I was twelve to help out, soon getting a real job as a waitress at a local family owned restaurant, but it wasn't enough.
It never was.
Once mom died of an overdose when I was seventeen, the bank took the house in the settlement, leaving me nothing but a box of past due bills along with a huge loan from one of the neighborhood gangs. Luckily, they liked me, always helped look after me when dad left so they were overly lenient with me. They knew what it was like, and saw how I struggled, but it was never enough.
After a couple months, the dinner fired me due to the bitchy blonde bimbo I worked with accused me of stealing out of the tip jar, which I would never do. But none the less, they let me go with severance pay, which I shoved to Dave, the gang leader.
Currently, I walked along the streets, the only constant in my life being the mark on my forearm, the two head eagle, my protector. It was the only thing that kept me going, that made me work so hard to pay off old debts.
My feet lead me to the other side of town almost like they had a mind of their own. As the storm picked up, making my body temperature drop, I walked towards the tower in a last desperate show of hand. The Avengers, protectors of earth, wouldn't turn me down, would they? I'd beg if I had to.
So with that thought in mind, I raced through the park, slipping on a couple patches of ice, but I just kept going. Finally letting out a relieved sigh as I slipped in the doors, feeling the soothing heat seep into my bones, slowly warming my frost bitten limbs.
"Oh my God, are you ok hon? Your blue!"
I couldn't answer, my teeth chattering at an alarming rate as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to draw heat from my center, but it was never enough.
"Tony! Get someone down here, a girl just ran in to escape the storm and I think she might have hypothermia!"
I saw her speak into a phone, heard her, but I couldn't react, just wanting to take a nap and forget this whole mess. I vaguely heard the elevator doors open with a resounding ding, registered the warmth radiating from my shoulder, but I was numb.
Speech was muffled around me as I felt a warmth encompassed my shaking form, curling into it as I let out a muffled sigh. Feeling light as I registered being carried, but then everything went dark.

I woke up feeling heavy, not being able to open my eyes as I wiggled around, though that didn't pan out well as I felt pain shoot up my body, elating a wine to leave my dry lips as I forced my eyes open.
"Shhhh, its alright doll, It'll pass"
An unfamiliar voice whispered in my ear, drawing me out of my confusion as panic settled in. I moved away as much as my body would allow, letting out a pained noise as my back hit another warm blockage.
"Open your eyes doll, your safe."
Prompted by the soothing voice and loving strokes down my side, I worked my eyes open, blinking profusely as they adjusted to the light room.
Where am I?
I raked my eyes up the body in front of me, catching my breathe as I saw the black strands that messily framed the face of a Mr. James Barnes A.K.A. the winter soldier. My (e/c) eyes staring cautiously into his clear blues, scooting closer as I felt the spark of familiarity. The steadily growing heat of my mark pushing me closer as I reached shaky hands out to him. He watched me with a soft smile as I traced down his face, ghosting over his collar bone, then hesitated, looking back to his eyes conveying my silent question.
In answer he reached over, carefully resting the metal arm by my face, inclining his head to it, he wanted me to touch it. My supple fingers ghosted over the smooth surface, gently tracing the scarring were the metal met skin.
Its then I felt the body shift behind me, drawing my attention as I tensed slightly at the unknown threat.
"It's alright doll, why don't you meet him"
I let out a small nod, trusting his words as he gave me a nudge over. Turning my body I froze, taking a sharp inhale of air as I felt dizzy. Coming face to face with the Captain America, or Steve Rogers, his soft features having me melt in a different way than when I looked at the other.
While It was an explosion of fireworks and warmth from James, Steve was a consuming tide, pulling me under water.
I met his lighter, sky blue eyes, admiring how his blonde hair made them pop out against his smooth, paled skin. In the same fashion, I reached out, tracing lines across his face and down his chiseled arm.
I didn't even have to see there marks, I felt it, the string that locked into place as I meet there eyes was enough.
We were meant for each other, three half's of a whole.
Though I was thrown out of my trance as my body shook again, granted, not with as much force as earlier, but still enough to warren the males to draw closer to me. Their body heat making me relax, snuggling further in their hold, which they happily allowed, tracing nimble hands down my face in unison. Working their way to twine their hands in mine, bringing them to my chest where they connected their other hands together. Thoroughly linking us together in a happy bundle as I feel asleep, nestled between the two.

I woke up alone in the spacious bed, a feeling of betrayal wormed it's way in my chest. I still felt the warmth from the mark so none of that was the result of a fever dream, so why was I abandoned?
I jumped out the bed, working my muscles as I put my ear to the door, listening out for an indicator, something, but heard nothing. Not even the shuffling of feet. So I looked to the clock on the wall, seeing that it was early, 5:00 in the morning early.
I quietly opened the door, tip toeing down the long hall, turning the corner into a spacious living room and kitchen. No sign of either one of them.
My face turned down, hoping that they would be in here.
"Miss?"
I jumped, looking around frantically to try to see where the voice came from.
"Miss, my name is Jarvis, Mr. Stark's A.I. program. Bucky and Steve are currently in the training room and should be up shortly."
I visibly relaxed at the knowledge, remembering hearing rumors about the system that ran the Iron suit. So I decided to explore the space, it's not like I had anywhere else to go.
That's how I ended up sitting cross legged on the sofa, watching reruns of 'Cops' as I made me a PB&J sandwich. leisurely eating it as I watched the chase scenes.
By the second episode, I had consumed my breakfast, swinging my legs on the back of the sofa while I watched the TV upside down. Feeling at ease as I openly laughed at the people, thoroughly enjoying every minute since it was rare I had enough down time and access to TV.
Suddenly a body blocked my view, but it was in the middle of an on foot chase, so I cranked my head over to watch. My body turning at an odd angle as I kick a foot out, my arms resting on the floor in a precarious balancing act, which I executed perfectly. That is until the suspect jumped on an, obviously, electric fence, falling flat on his ass as he let out a string of curses.
I was floored, falling in a backwards flip as my back hit the floor, laughing out at his stupidity as I held my stomach. Looking up after a second with a smile still on my face, seeing the two soldiers with amused looks as they took in my sprawled form.
"Well, looks like someone had fun." Steve mused as he tossed a grin over his shoulder. Prompting the other to walk forward as he held out a hand to me.
"Come on doll, now that your fully awake we need to talk."
I laid there for a second more, watching the TV over his shoulder until the two finally caught on. With an airy chuckle they shook their heads fondly at me as Steve turned it off, earning a small pout in return.
Letting Bucky pull me up and lead me over to the kitchen table, setting me in a seat as they each took a seat on the other side.
"So, first off, what's your name doll."
I snorted at the suddenly professional act Bucky put forward as Steve just rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Well, my name is (Y/n), and don't ask my last name because I'd just lie to you, and I don't want to do that."
There was a pause but Steve jumped in as Bucky became stumped.
"So (Y/n), you have any family?"
I held back the hurt, they just wanted to get to know me after all, and it wasn't really a secret.
W-well...uh....*sigh*. My dead beat dad left me and my mom on my seventh birthday, a-and my mom....died of a drug overdose last year. So no, no family to speak of."
I knew it was a bad idea to tell them now. Pity's the last thing I want, especially from my soulmates.
When they didn't answer back after a minute, my anxiety started to seep into my bones. I panicked, pushing the chair back roughly, avoiding eye contact.
"S-sorry, I-I'll just g-go."
Not even bothering to go hunt for my bag, I walked to the elevator. Tears burning in my eyes as I pushed the down button, but a hand softly landed on mine.
"Its storming doll, you'll freeze to death if you leave. Where would you even go?"
Bucky's words pierced through me, causing a small sob to leave my lips.
"I-I...I'll just find a place. M-Maybe the shelter would let me stay for the n-"
I stopped my sentence as I was pulled into his chest, distinctively feeling Steve hug me from the front.
I didn't even hear him.
Pulling back slightly to wipe the steady stream of tears from my cheeks.
"Please stay, (Y/n)"
I leaned into the touch, savoring every minute as I looked up with blurred vision.
"A-Are you s-sure? I-your better off wi-without me, I'm never e-enough, I'm s-"
I let out a screech as I was tossed over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I lifted my head to see Steve trailing after me, a determined look on his face that made me balk.
Before I realized where I was, I was thrown on the mattress I woke up in, the males crossing their arms as they looked down to me. I didn't dare move, the way they looked having me pinned to the spot.
"I-"
"Don't."
My mouth quickly clamped shut at his warning, dread filled my body as memories assaulted my brain. Causing me to let out a pathetic whimper as I reflexively put my hands up to sheild my face.
My heart beat out of my chest as a tense silence filled the room. After a while, I hesitantly lowered my arms, peaking over my lashes at the two.
"S-Sorry I.......shit." I sniffed loudly as heavy tears made their way down my face.
They wouldn't hurt me, why did I just do that?!?!
I opened my mouth to apologize again, but was pulled into a big, group hug. Instantly burying my face in the closest chest, which happened to be Steve's. I became a blubbering mess, spouting off random things about my life. Begging them not to abandon me like everyone's else has.

It's been a week since that fateful day, the day I found my family. Life was great, perfect even.
Tony paid off all my debts, and then some. Of course I told him that he didn't have to, but he waved it of saying that I was apart of the family now. Nat and Clint have been teaching me sign language, which I loved since then we could have our own silent conversations. Bruce and I became quick friends, bonding over my broken arm after a...training accident with Wanda.
But by far, the best part of the day were the lazy afternoons, where me, Steve and Bucky talked. Getting to know one another more everyday.
A week after that, we kissed for the first time. Not the peck on the cheeks we have been, but deep, passionate kisses that later turned into something more.
2 months after that, we officially tied the knot between us in a closed off wedding. Of course I had to invite Dave and the crew who, might I add, cried like babies as Tony walked me down the aisle.
I've never been happier.
That is until the day I gave birth to a health set of twins, a year later, finally embracing who I was. And, for the first time in my life, I felt like I was enough, especially with my two soldiers beside me.