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A is for Anarchy

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/17442968.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences


Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain
America - All Media Types
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony
Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky"
Barnes/Tony Stark
Character: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Edwin Jarvis
(mentioned)
Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Fade to Black, Alternate Universe - 1920s, 1920s,
Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Light Angst,
Forbidden Love, Anarchy, Alternate Universe - Historical, Implied
Sexual Content, Kisses, BAMF Steve Rogers, BAMF Bucky Barnes,
Kidnapping, (mentioned) - Freeform, Inspired by Art, Art, Tony Being
Tony, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2019-01-16 Words: 437

A is for Anarchy
by MassiveSpaceWren, Shi_Toyu

Summary

Tony really shouldn't be as comfortable with people breaking into his house as he is.

(Art by MassiveSpaceWren, Fic by Shi_Toyu)

Notes

MassiveSpaceWren and I have been watching Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries on Neftlix
and have come up with about a million different AU's. XD Here's a short snippet of
something we talked about, inspired by Wren's AMAZING art!

See the end of the work for more notes

Tony gave a pleased hum and took a sip of his scotch before setting the cut crystal glass aside. His
approving gaze swept over the two men strolling confidently toward him across the bedroom. He
purred as Bucky reached out to finger his tie, wrapping it around his hand to draw Tony up for a
kiss. Tony followed him easily.
“I didn’t hear anyone ring the bell,” he scolded gently after Steve had laid a similar claim upon his
person.

Both men just gave him absolutely unrepentant grins.

“We came in through the window in the parlor,” Steve admitted, doing a little gentle scolding of
his own, “since you haven’t managed to get the latch fixed yet.”

“Well, I will admit some lack of motivation. Though I suppose I really should. One of these days,
Mr. Jarvis might not realize it’s the two of you creeping around in the dark.”

Bucky scowled at him.

“One of these days, it might not be the two of us. You’re a powerful figure, doll. Owning the
warehouses you do paints a target on your back to certain… interest groups.”

Tony made a noncommittal noise as he fingered the undone buttons near the top of Bucky’s shirt.
He pulled the collar aside just far enough to get a peek at the tattoo of an A inside of a circle that
sat just below Bucky’s collarbone.

“You mean like the leaders of a certain resistant group? I think they might find I’m quite charming,
actually.”

Steve’s eyebrow twitched.

“We kidnapped you, Tony. We could have seriously hurt you. We almost did.”

It was obvious how much the thought bothered him, but Tony was having none of it.

“It was a misunderstanding,” he soothed, “and, thanks to you, I found out how terribly Stane was
treating my employees. All things considered,” he raked his eyes over their bodies, “I’m rather
pleased with how it turned out.”

Unwilling to rehash the argument they’d already had time and time again, he pulled them both back
in for more kisses. When they finally managed to pull themselves away, it was to find he’d taken
the opportunity to get both of their shirts fully unbuttoned and the hems pulled out of their trousers.

“You are a menace,” Bucky growled, tearing his shirt off and tossing it to the side.

Tony smirked and dipped down to run him tongue over Bucky’s abs while Steve followed suit with
his own shirt. Before he knew it, he was sandwiched between them. He practically purred.

“Well, would you look at that? It seems I have you exactly where I want you.”
End Notes
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