“I don’t care what you were in the middle of, I said we’re leaving, let’s go.” The tone was just sharp enough to prick up Steve’s ears, though he didn’t yet move from his spot on the ground, where he was refilling the cheese tubs.
“Yes, Ty. Thank you for letting me come here with you.” The second voice sounded so defeated that Steve’s heart ached for him, but it was also clearly as adult a voice as the first, and in Steve’s (fairly strong) opinion, this conversation was not the stuff of healthy adult interaction. He stood up.
“Dammit, punk, what now?” Bucky’s hand caught Steve’s bicep before he could step through the swinging doors between the pizzeria's kitchen and dining area.
The defeated voice was still trying, at least a little. “Can I at least take the rest of this slice with me?”
But the sharp voice only got sharper. “I think you’ve had plenty to eat. Unless you want to go back to the tailor before Friday’s gala...”
Bucky wisely released Steve’s arm, sidling sideways toward the register and the baseball bat underneath. Steve, meanwhile, strode out with a crocodile grin and addressed the two men who were really dressed too finely for a neighborhood place like Steve’s Slices. “Hi there! Was everything to your satisfaction? Can I wrap anything up for you to take with you?”
The taller, bulkier man, a blond with a sneer, barely glanced at Steve. “It was fine, just a bit… fattening, for someone like Tony, who has to work so hard to maintain his boyish figure, you know? Now, come along Tony.”
The shorter man, a brunet who (to Steve’s concerned eye, at least) seemed worryingly thin, made a visible effort to firm up his chin. “Yeah, of course, cameras add ten pounds, right? Sorry, it really was very good pizza...”
Steve’s smile turned a bit more genuine. “No worries! In fact, next time you’re in, slice and a soda, on the house, yeah?” Before Tony could react, he was hauled out the door by Ty’s grip on his upper arm. Steve forced himself to turn away, exchanging a heavy look with Bucky. Much as he might wish to, he’d learned he couldn’t save everyone.
Weekday afternoons were actually pretty good for business, plenty of teenagers coming in after classes, to make googly eyes at each other or cheer on Bucky as he spun the doughs with his one good arm and one clunky prosthetic. But this Tuesday, Bucky could feel someone watching him with more-than-usual intent. When he slapped the latest round down for Miles to add the margherita, he looked up, and directly into the big brown eyes of the cute guy with the asshole boyfriend from a couple weeks ago, this time fortunately without said boyfriend.
When he realized he’d been noticed, he scooted closer, darting a look around as if his boyfriend or some other asshole was going to jump out and yell at him. Bucky suppressed the urge to scowl, and made himself smile instead. “Hey! Tony, right? Didja get that slice Stevie promised you?”
Tony blinked, clearly surprised. “Oh, um, you remember me? I didn’t think you would. I, um, really didn’t think you’d remember the other thing. I mean, you totally don’t have to-”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “What’s your favorite topping?”
Tony froze, looking more confused than ever. “My favorite? On pizza? Oh, um...” He hunched in on himself a little, but Bucky just gestured for him to get on with it. “I guess… artichoke? Everyone says it’s weird, but I-”
Bucky nodded sharply and turned toward the display case. “Two slices of veggie mix, comin’ right up. Hey, Gwen, get this kid a soda, yeah?” He put the pizza slices on one of their reinforced paper plates and handed the whole thing over the case to Tony.
Tony blushed and gave Bucky a small, incredibly sweet smile. “I don’t mean to impose. Like, I can pay for-” Bucky snorted, and Tony’s jaw snapped shut. “Or not. OK. Um, Gwen? Root beer?” He picked at the pizza for a moment, then looked up through his (incredibly lush) eyelashes at Bucky. “I didn’t really come in for the food. I mean, it’s really good pizza!” He took a big bite to show his appreciation, then let out a little groan. “Mmm, seriously, better than some I’ve had in Italy. Worth coming here. But!” He gulped his root beer, then took a couple more bites of pizza, clearly buying time. “OK, here’s the thing. I saw this place’s Instagram, and I saw you doing the thing, with the dough and the prosthetic, and I could get you so much better of a prosthetic. Well, ok, it might be hella glitchy at first, might do some weird things here and there, you’d be in the beta tests, but overall it would be way better than that thing.” He waved a dismissive hand at Bucky’s left arm.
Bucky raised one eyebrow. “Yeah, you’re going to have to back up a step or two, ‘cause it sounds like you just said you can get me in some sort of… of, medical, technical, trial, and, no offense, you look like you’re barely out of high school. How do you have the authority to make the offer?”
Tony pouted. “I’ll have you know I’m twenty-five. I just have a good skin-care regimen.” Without him even seeming to realize it, his back straightened and his shoulders relaxed. “And I have all the authority. I own the company, I design all the prosthetics myself, I hired all the neuro people personally.” His gaze suddenly darted to every corner of the room, and his head ducked a bit. “Not that I’m trying to force you into anything or anything, I just… you deserve to be able to use both hands, you know? And if I get this working right, I can offer them to veterans, kids with congenital issues...”
Bucky dredged up a more sincere smile than most people saw from him these days. “Hey, no. That actually sounds pretty awesome. I gotta talk it over with Steve before I say for sure, but, yeah, I think I’m in.” Tony grinned at him, and Bucky almost staggered with the rush of desire and (could it really be?) affection he felt thunder through him.
Suddenly, the grin fell off Tony’s face, replaced with a thoughtful frown. “Hold on. You and Steve are together? I thought you were just Army buddies.”
Bucky smirked. “Yeah, and everyone in the Army thought we were just childhood besties. They never woulda left us in the same unit if they knew we were together, but apparently we’re pretty decent at keeping it on the down-low. Go us?”
Tony tilted his head like the RCA dog. “And that didn’t make you question your commitment to each other or anything? Ty says that the best way to show someone you care about them is to make it really totally clear to everyone else that you care.”
Bucky scowled. “Rest a’ the world doesn’t matter. Best way I figure to show someone you care is to care. Like, listen when they talk, sit with ‘em when they need quiet, make ‘em food when they can’t deal with makin’ it themselves.”
Tony put all his concentration into dipping his crust in his soda. “Ty likes it when I can’t make food. He likes when I don’t eat all day. I’m pretty sure he’ll dump me if I gain too much weight.” Tony looked up, eyes wide in startlement, and Bucky realized he was growling a little.
He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to get his rage under control. “He’s an asshole, and you’d be better off without him. If you were mine, you would never ever go a whole day without eating, I would make artichoke pizza for you every day, I-”
“But.” Tony bit his lip and sighed. “But I’m with Ty, and you’re with Steve, and I should probably go. Let me know what you guys decide.” He pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it over the case to Bucky. “Thanks for the food, it was really sweet of you.” He gave Bucky a sad smile and headed out.
Tony barely managed to keep from fidgeting in Bruce’s spare office chair. This wasn’t exactly the first limb replacement he’d done, but somehow it felt like the most important. There was just something about this man, these men… A couple of times, now, he’d caught himself formulating excuses to go back to Steve’s Slices, and only fear of how Ty would react if he found out had him not using those excuses. He glanced at the clock on Bruce’s computer, barely stifling a whimper when he saw it was two o’ clock on the dot.
Bruce could clearly tell Tony had a case of the nerves. “I thought we switched you to decaf. What’s got you so riled up?”
Tony glared at him. “No, you keep telling me I should switch to decaf, but you should know it’s never going to happen, you know engineers run on coffee. Real, proper, caffeinated coffee, not that decaf travesty, or, worse, tea.” He shuddered over-dramatically.
Bruce looked at him over his glasses. “And avoiding the question. Curiouser and curiouser. It can’t be the tech. Maybe the person?”
Tony was saved from having to answer by a knock on the doorframe. “Is this Dr Banner’s office?” It was Bucky (Ooh, he cleans up nice!), with Steve lurking just behind him.
Bruce stood and came around the desk, holding out his hand. “I’m Dr Banner, but please, call me Bruce. And I understand you know Tony already?”
Bucky hesitated, just long enough for Tony to notice, then shook Bruce’s hand. “James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky. And, ah, yeah, Tony’s the one who convinced me to do this thing.” He gestured behind him. “This is my boyfriend, Steve. Don’t believe his claims, he’s a total mother hen.”
Steve’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, as if he were completely horrified by the accusation. “I am not! I am being caring, and helpful, just like my mother (God rest her soul) taught me!”
Bucky fake scowled at him. “Don’t bring your mother into this, Rogers, she has nothing to do with-”
“Gentlemen.” Bruce cleared his throat meaningfully. “We usually start with the scans. The scanning lab is just down the hall. Shall we?” He exited his office and turned left, Bucky falling into step with him a moment later. Tony and Steve trailed after them, a bit slower.
By the time Tony had gotten into the lab, shut the door, and settled himself and Steve in the observation chairs off to the side, Bruce had Bucky tucked in among all the imaging equipment, with his shirt off. Tony forced his attention off Bucky’s (gorgeous) naked chest, and over to Steve. “Pretty awesome of you to be here with him. I mean, I hope you didn’t have to close your business for the day or something just to be here, I wouldn’t want you guys to lose out on-”
Steve smiled at him. “I’m more than happy to be here. And, I mean, I’m gonna be the one helping him with his PT and everything, I should be here. But the business will be fine, Sam can keep Miles and Gwen in line no problem.” His face fell, and he glanced worriedly between Tony and Bruce-and-Bucky. “Unless I shouldn’t be here? I’m not going to throw off the readings or anything, am I?”
Tony smiled wryly. “No, of course not, we wouldn’t have these chairs if people couldn’t be in here during the scans.” He sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “It’s just… I dunno, if it was me getting scanned, I don’t think Ty would take time off work to be with me. He probably would for the installation part, I don’t know, probably? But he for sure wouldn’t be here for the scans, especially if he had business to take care of.” He gave Steve a pathetic excuse for a smile. “So, when I say that it’s awesome that you’re here, I mean it. You’re a really good boyfriend.”
Steve’s eyes went big and soft, and he took one of Tony’s hands in both of his. “You deserve a really good boyfriend too, you know. You deserve someone who puts your health and well-being at the top of their list. Someone with a heart as big as yours.”
Well, crap. He thought it was bad before, but this was really, seriously, bodaciously bad. He was falling, hard, (and at the expense of his own relationship) for both of these men who were already completely gone on each other. He was so screwed...