Starry Winter Sky

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/52930999.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M, Multi
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain
America - All Media Types
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), James
"Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female
Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader, James
"Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Thor
(Marvel)/Reader
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Thor
(Marvel), Michelle Jones (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson
(Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Bruce
Banner
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Mob, Alternate Universe -
Criminals, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Abusive
Relationships, Rape/Non-con Elements, Crimes & Criminals, Threesome
- F/M/M, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Angst with a Happy
Ending, Fluff and Angst
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-01-09 Updated: 2024-01-17 Words: 36,847 Chapters:
8/?
 Starry Winter Sky
by rose_petal5

Summary

The daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts; of course, she'd have everything, get the best
education, get to have anything, get to be anything. Until he got his claws on her; the
beginning of the end of Skylar Oaklyn Stark. S.O.S -- if only someone could save her.

But Skylar had to remember, that sometimes angels grant wishes, and other times it's
demons; sometimes it's heroes, other times its villains.

| Mafia AU |
 Act I: Bombshell

“Then love knew it was called love.

And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way” ~ Pablo Neruda

September

Her hips swished a little as she walked down the streets and avenues of Manhattan,
her tall Jimmy Choo stilettos clicking delicately against the asphalt. She had her complete
mask up: dark sunglasses concealing her sparkling electric blue eyes; makeup near-expertly
applied to weaponize her natural beauty into something sharper, more defined, more refined;
and of course, the clothes, all designer, all hand-picked by her and her stylist, it was all a tool
to her, a weapon in her arsenal. Her father had taught her a long time ago that sometimes you
have to play with people to get what you want out of them, and her mother had taught her
that sometimes the quickest way to disarm a man was with a pretty face and a charming
smile. Her parents had to teach her those sorts of lessons because of the nature of their family,
their history, and their role in society; of course, it was the mafia, for they were the ones who
ran New York City.

Her father, Tony Stark ran Manhattan alongside her mother, Virginia ‘Pepper’ Potts-Stark,
which naturally meant their daughter would be born with a target on her head, so her parents
made sure to not only supply her with many guards but also taught her to become a weapon
herself. So, she did, only her favourite asset was her smile, specifically when it was painted
red, men always seemed to love red.

Skylar Stark lowered her sunglasses a little as she peered into one of the store windows,
eyeing the handbags that were on display.

“Miss Stark?” Came the voice of her driver, and victim of the day, Vision. “Your father
wanted you home for dinner, to celebrate you being home at last.”

Skylar replaced her dark shades over her eyes and stared down at her driver, who was
carrying several bags already and looked like he was about to topple over.

She sighed. “Very well. Shall we head back to the car, then?”

“Oh, no, ma’am, I can go get the car for you. Your feet must be hurting in those shoes.” Her
driver said, gesturing to the tall and thin heels she wore.
Skylar smiled. “No worries, I’ll be fine, shall we go then?”

Vision dropped her off in front of Stark Tower, one of the primary residences of Skylar and
her family. The crime heiress slung multiple bags over her wrists and began walking towards
the doors, Vision protesting behind her. Skylar ignored him, however, and instead marched
through the glass doors and towards the elevator that would take her to the penthouse.

As the elevator doors opened into the penthouse of the Stark family, Skylar spotted her
mother on the couch in the living room, watching a reality show with her laptop and a tablet
out in front of her.

Skylar dramatically dropped the bags onto the ground and collapsed onto the couch beside
her mother, who did not look up from her laptop. “Woe is me, it’s so difficult to be out
shopping all day.”

Her mother rolled her eyes but otherwise didn’t look away from her screen. “You’re
becoming more and more like your father with each day that passes, honey.”

“Who’s becoming more and more like me?” A masculine voice asked, stepping into the
living room, and tossing an apple in the air.

“Why me, of course, Daddy,” Skylar said, leaping to her feet to press a kiss on her father’s
cheek.

Tony Stark glanced down at his daughter’s shoes. “Please do not tell me you were wearing
those deathtraps all day.”

Skylar shrugged. “Fine, I won’t tell you then.”

“How are you even alive after that? Peps, we should start having the guys train in heels, I feel
like it’ll boost morale and dexterity.” Tony said, glancing at his wife.

Skylar raised a questioning brow. “I don’t think you know the definition of ‘morale’.”

Pepper Potts still didn’t look up from her laptop as she responded. “Where are you going to
get the shoes from?”

“Hmmm, good question. I’m a sucker for Louboutin’s, love those red bottoms. Peps, you
want a pair?” Tony asked, already scrolling through his phone.

“Oh, can I get a pair, Daddy?” Skylar asked, finally unstrapping her incredibly tall heels.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. Do you think the guys will prefer this over Jimmy Choo?”

Pepper finally looked up and stared incredulously at her husband. “You are joking about this,
right, Tony?”

Tony shrugged, taking a bite out of his apple. “Who knows at this point, Peps. All I can say is
I’m glad to have my baby girl home.” He pulled his daughter into a one-armed hug and
pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Speaking of me being home,” Skylar said. “I was going to go out tonight with some friends.
That okay?”

“Honey, you don’t have to ask anymore, you’re twenty-two years old. You can make these
decisions for yourself, but I appreciate you letting us know.” Pepper said with a soft smile.

Skylar glanced at her father, who seemed to want to say the exact opposite; Tony seemed to
be struggling with finding the correct words to articulate how he felt. “Some rules: I want
you to stay in Manhattan, so I know you’re safe. I want a guard going with you.”

Skylar deflated a little. “But Mom literally just said I can do what I want, having a guard
kinda negates that.”

Tony shrugged. “This will guarantee your safety.”

Skylar stared at her father blankly. “You realize up until a few days ago I was living in Los
Angeles, by myself, right? I didn’t come home for like four years essentially.”

Her father cleared his throat. “Yes, and that was a rather difficult time for the family, with
you being so far away and all. But now you’re back, and if I can protect you, I will. End of
story.”

Skylar’s eyes narrowed. “No guard but I’ll stay in Manhattan.”

Her father eyed his daughter, considering her proposal. “Fine. But I want you home by three
o’clock in the morning, no exceptions.”

“Daddy,” Skylar whined. “That’s not fair.”

“What sort of things are you going to be doing after that time, Skylar? If you can tell me then
perhaps I’ll consider extending that, but otherwise, the answer is no.”

Skylar glared at her father. “And if I ignore your ‘rules’? What happens then?”

Her father shrugged again. “Haven’t decided yet, but I’ll be sure to let you know, kid. We
clear about the rules tonight?”

Skylar considered his proposal and set of rules and a thought came to her; he’d never
specified what she could and couldn’t wear. Something told her that her father was going to
be very upset about what his daughter would be leaving the house in.

Following a lovely home dinner with a private chef and a bottle of wine among the three of
them, Skylar retreated to her room to get ready for her evening excursions. She was going to
go clubbing with two friends of hers from UCLA who also were from New York City,
Michelle-Jones Watson and Wanda Maximoff. The three girls had met during their freshman
year at UCLA in a common first-year elective, psych 101, and had lived together for the
remaining three years in a luxurious apartment funded for them by their parents. Seeing as
the three girls lived together, it also therefore made sense that they knew the full story -- they
knew everything.

They knew all about him. They didn’t know everything that he’d done, but they knew
enough, they’d seen enough. His name was Ryder Brown, and he’d single-handedly
consumed and overpowered Skylar’s university years, taking over almost like a toxin in the
bloodstream, slow, and then all at once.

The fact that her roommates knew about him made being with them a freeing
experience. They understood when sometimes she’d zone out, afterward talking a little
quietly; they knew to stroke her hair after the nightmares to get her to fall back asleep; they
knew when to hold her after a flashback. Her parents didn’t know, couldn’t know. It was the
reason she’d scarcely returned to New York during her university years, blaming it on
internships and vacations with friends, but she’d avoided the major city on purpose. Why?
Because with one look at her back then, they would’ve known something was amiss. That,
and he wanted her in LA with him, where he could keep an eye on her, control her, take over
her.

She was safe with her two best friends, safe in a way she’d never experienced before.
That was why she felt a little daring that night, a little reckless when she texted her group
chat, suggesting they find a club elsewhere, Brooklyn, Queen’s, it didn’t matter. She had an
issue with being controlled, an issue with being told what to do, probably because of how
he’d treated her. So, despite her overall good and healthy relationship with her parents, she
wanted to play and roam free, and she couldn’t very well do that in her father’s territory, now
could she? Besides, he’d have no way to find her, not if she turned off the GPS on her
smartphone, so why not, why not get a little crazy?

Her friends assuredly agreed as she’d predicted. Thus, Skylar began to get ready for a
night out of partying, unwinding, and spending time with her friends.

She selected a typical strapless black dress that hugged her body and was sinfully
short, attaching high, spikey bright blue stilettos on her dainty feet. She knew enough about
makeup to make herself appear sultry and mysterious, her bright blue eyes popping against
the makeup.

And when she’d grabbed her clutch and went to bid her parents farewell and
goodnight, they didn’t comment on her attire, although she could see how desperately her
father wanted to cover her up. With a little wave, Skylar was headed out the door.

She was thankful for the fact that her friend Michelle or MJ as they affectionately
called her, was responsible for their transportation that night, and was even more thankful
that MJ’s parents had ordered a car for their use that night. Skylar whipped out a bottle of gin
and sure enough, Wanda handed the girls a can of Red Bull for chase, and one by one, the
girls took a shot, then another, and another. They drank and talked and giggled, touching up
their makeup and discussing what it was like to be home. Eventually, the driver stopped at the
club they’d requested, Winter, and the girls ambled out, shaking a little in their heels.
 Skylar bypassed the line of people altogether and spoke to the bouncer, flashing him a
flirty smile; she knew enough about charming people at that point in her life. The bouncer let
them in with a flourish of his hand; it helped to be a Stark sometimes, Skylar had called to get
her name on the list as soon as possible.

Winter was a dazzling nightclub that had an, obviously, wintery theme to it. The
lighting was all in shades of blues and purples, and dazzling crystal icicles hung from the
ceiling, reflecting the flashing lights mysteriously.

After a few more drinks, the girls were enjoying themselves on the dancefloor, moving
rhythmically to the music as boys occasionally came up to the trio to ask one of them to
dance. One by one her friends disappeared - all within her line of sight, however - and Skylar
was dancing alone, but she didn’t care; she’d always loved dancing, and it felt so freeing to
her.

She liked dancing until a pair of sweaty hands landed on her hips from behind, her body was
forcefully brought backward, and the mystery man ground repulsively against her. Skylar
whirled around to smack his hands away, but he held firm, and when she looked into his face
she froze, fear taking over, even in her muddled, drunken state.

It wasn’t him, that much she knew, at least rationally. But he looked so much like him, like
her ex-boyfriend who she still had nightly terrors about. Perhaps it was the shape of his
brown eyes or the way his dark were styled, but the PTSD within her, the memory of the
trauma, seized her at that moment until she was in such a state of paralysis that even if she’d
been sober she wouldn’t be able to escape.

The man moved disgustingly against her, leaning down, and pressing his lips sloppily against
her throat and jaw, his tongue licking at the seam of her lips as she tightly pressed them
together. His hips were pressed flush against hers and his hands began to wander, one sliding
up her short dress, the other stroking the sweetheart neckline of her dress as if he were going
to lower it any second. Skylar squeezed her eyes shut, feeling so utterly powerless and
useless and, and-

And then it was over, sort of.

The obscene man was off of her, being dragged ahead of her to the edge of the crowd,
towards the back rooms, towards the private rooms. Oh god, this was a mistake, it had to be a
mistake. Did they think that she and that gross man were a couple that needed privacy? Were
they kicking them out for being indecent?

The door was opened, revealing a darkly lit room, the lighting red-toned with hints of purple.
There were three dark couches forming a ‘U’ shape against the wall, a fully stocked bar in the
corner with…. Other substances littered across it. Skylar had been to UCLA; she knew what
cocaine and molly looked like.

And on the couches… on the couches were the two most beautiful men Skylar had ever seen,
even in magazines and movies. One was all light, the styled blond hair, the clear blue eyes,
the pillowy plush lips. The other was all darkness, with dark hair tied back in a messy
ponytail, and captivating blue eyes that held secrets, and promises. And of course, they were
both also the size of fucking houses, their arms were so muscular she could see the fabric of
their fine suits straining, near breaking point. In all honesty, she was surprised that buttons
hadn’t flown off their shirts yet.

The man who’d been groping her was thrown to the ground at their feet, and Skylar, well
they didn’t touch her more than necessary. Skylar held her clutch to her chest, trembling a
little despite herself. Her father was a mob boss, so she was familiar with this setting, she’d
just never been on this end of it before as an adult, and she only prayed she’d make it out
alive and untouched.

The blond man was smoking a cigarette, his eyes not on the man at his feet but on the
shaking girl by the door: her. “Easy, sweetheart, we don’t bite.”

The dark-haired man smirked. “Not unless you want us to.”

The blond rolled his eyes. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Skylar swallowed hard; she could do this; she was fucking trained for this moment. “My
name is Skylar.” She said, aiming for bravery and strength; she knew better than to reveal her
last name.

“Skylar.” The blond said as if tasting her name as he spoke it. “Pretty.”

The dark-haired man eyed her like she was a piece of meat. “That’s one way to describe her.”
She thought she saw him lick his lips.

Skylar raised her chin. “Why am I here?”

The blond leaned forward, taking a drag of his cigarette. “You see, sweetheart, we couldn’t
help but notice that this man was touching you, and you didn’t like it, is that correct?”

Skylar bit her lip. “I-I suppose that is correct.”

The blond smirked. “Good girl. Now, we saw that happening and we couldn’t just let that
happen in our club.”

The dark-haired man leaned forward this time. “Surely you know what’s gonna happen now,
don’t you, doll?”

Skylar did know what was going to happen next, but she had no way to articulate it. “I-I,” she
tried again. “Y-You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” She hated the sudden tremor in her
voice.

The man on the floor had been quiet thus far but at her words he began sobbing hysterically,
pleading, begging for his life.

The blond man only rolled his eyes tiredly. “Buck.”

The dark-haired man stood up and walked so he stood directly in front of the sobbing man,
staring at him in disgust. Without any hesitation, he reared his foot back and sharply kicked
the man twice, directly in the face. The man on the ground didn’t move after that.

Skylar was accustomed to violence, but she still whimpered a little.

Blood splattered the couches, the tips of their fine shoes, but the two men paid no attention,
the dark-haired man adjusting his suit jacket and then seating himself on the couch.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, sweetheart. I despise interruptions.” The blond said, and
truthfully, he sounded exhausted.

“Why am I here?” Skylar repeated, anxiously.

The dark-haired man chuckled. “Come take a seat, pretty girl, we’ve got a special spot for
you and everything.”

Skylar didn’t move though. She kept her feet planted. “I’m good here, thank you.”

The dark-haired man gritted his teeth a little.

The blond man just kept smiling, however. In another setting, he would probably appear
approachable and friendly, polite, even, but this was not another setting. “Be a good girl for
us, Skylar, and come here. I wouldn’t want to have to do things forcefully.”

Skylar let out a squeak of fright but eventually complied, her mind trying to go through
everything her father had taught her about being a hostage, trying to remember from the last
time this had happened. Skylar squeezed herself between the two mountainous men, trying to
make herself as small as possible, keeping her legs firmly shut, trembling fingers fiddling
with her clutch.

The dark-haired man grinned. “That’s a good girl. You’re such a good girl for us, doll, ain’t
she Steve?”

Steve grinned and reached out a hand to softly stroke her cheek and she flinched away, but he
ignored her and just continued invading her personal space. “The best girl.”

Skylar squirmed uncomfortably. “Why am I here?” She repeated, and she knew for certain
that her voice was losing its strength.

“Should we tell her, Bucky?”

Bucky’s hand was trailing along the bare skin of her legs, his fingers fiddling with the hem of
her dress. “Her skin is so soft, you feel it, Stevie?”

Skylar gritted her teeth, tremors wracking her petite body. “Why am I here?” She was getting
tired of saying the phrase.

Steve dipped his head, his nose grazing her jaw as he aimed for her throat. “The softest skin,
Buck.” Steve’s lips finally pressed against the column of her throat, his lips hot and wet
against her skin. “You’re dismissed.” He passively called out to their men stationed by the
door, and instantly they were alone, just the four of them, with only the thrum of the outside
club to fill the space.

Skylar couldn’t help herself, she let out a small moan, leaning into the surprisingly
pleasurable touch. She could feel Steve grinning against her throat, but he continued to
pepper kisses and little nips all along her neck, lips grazing across her collarbones, a slight
scrap of teeth making her jump.

She jumped again when she felt a pair of lips on the opposite side of her neck; The dark-
haired man, Bucky had begun to press small open-mouthed kisses along her throat and jaw,
going further down to nibble on her collarbones.

Skylar couldn’t help nor control herself, it was purely a bodily response, that was it. At least,
that’s what she told herself as she willingly leaned into their touches, enjoying the caress of
their lips on her skin, their teeth on her flesh. She gasped and whimpered as they tortured her
with their tongues and lips until she felt one of Bucky’s hands fiddling with the hem of her
dress again, and she knew what he was thinking. She should’ve done what a good girl would
do and kept her legs firmly shut, but Skylar had never considered herself to be a ‘good girl’.

She didn’t open her legs for them per se, it was more of her slackening of the muscles of her
thighs so they could pry them apart themselves. Bucky’s hand slid up her shapely thigh,
reaching the crux of her thighs, and when he did, he let out a hiss and a groan.

“No panties? What a bad girl you are, doll.” Bucky scolded and then he finally pressed his
lips to hers.

She breathed into the kiss, moaning in delight as Steve continued his assault on her neck
whilst Bucky’s fingers explored the folds of her pussy, easily finding her clit and massaging it
in a figure-eight motion. As Skylar began to feel the wave of pleasure rise within her, she felt
Steve turn her head and then his lips were on hers and she was falling apart beneath Bucky’s
fingers and Steve’s lips; what an intoxicating combination it turned out to be.

Sated and fatigued, Skylar did her best to hold herself up, but Bucky pulled her against him,
so she was leaning against his chest.

She heard a low groan and then she remembered the man was still on the ground. Skylar
stared in horror as the man with the now distorted and bloodied face was apparently coming
to, groaning, and moaning in pain as he blinked himself awake.

The two men seemed to have also forgotten him.

“Want me to take care of him, Stevie?” Bucky asked.

Steve sighed. “No, I’ve got it.”

Skylar looked at them in confusion until Steve pulled out a gun and promptly shot the man
between the eyes, dead. A little bit of his blood splattered against her legs, and where it
touched her it felt warm and sticky.
Reality came rushing back to Skylar. These men, who had just given her an incredible
orgasm, were dangerous, they were dangerous, and they could easily, easily kill her. She
knew how the mafia world worked, and knew enough about her father’s work to know that it
was kill or be killed.

Steve put his gun on the table in front of him. “I’m sorry you had to see that, sweetheart.
Scum like that don’t deserve to live,”

Skylar swallowed the lump in her throat but nodded meekly. Skylar tensed up as Steve leaned
closer. “You understand that don’t you, sweetheart? Or should I say, Skylar Stark.”
 Eroticism
Chapter Summary

Skylar gets to know Steve and Bucky a little better

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Skylar knew it was over. Knew the charade was up. She knew she was going to die.
However, if Skylar was going to die, she was going to do it her way. The way her father had
taught her to – as arrogantly and obnoxiously as possible.

Skylar raised her chin as she regarded the two mob bosses before her. She recognized
them now, the controlled the region of Brooklyn: Steve Rogers and James Buchanan ‘Bucky’
Barnes. Her father was constantly having disputes with them; she was an idiot, a moron, and
she was certainly going to die.

“So, my name is Skylar Stark, big deal. It’s not prohibited for me to be in Brooklyn,
or enter your establishments, and,” she stared both of them in the eye. “If you kill or harm
me, my father will destroy you. So really, it’s your choice how this plays out, gentlemen.”

In a bold move, which was her signature thing (she was the only daughter of Tony
Stark after all), Skylar waved a hand towards a waitress who’d entered the private room,
ordering herself a drink for her troubles.

Skylar sat back on the couch between the two mountainous men, crossing her arms
and trying not to tremble. What did they say about confidence? Fake it ‘til you make it?

Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky were staring at her, absorbing her words actions, and
personality. She was not like they’d initially expected. Not as he’d described.

The waitress returned moments later with a pretty pink cocktail in a martini glass: a
cosmopolitan. Sky didn’t drink cosmos often in university, but it was a classic classy and
elegant cocktail that made her seem sophisticated and feminine. Skylar took a hearty sip,
incredibly anxious; the two mob bosses beside her had yet to say anything.

The music and thrum of the crowd just outside filled the small space, filling the time
between them. Then, without a word, Bucky made his move, he’d simply plucked Skylar’s
hips from the couch and redirected them to his lap, depositing her there. Skylar squeaked and
placed a hand against his incredibly muscled chest to stabilize herself.

“Bucky, what-” Her words were cut off by his lips attaching to hers.
 Skylar moaned into the kiss, settling into his lap. Due to the positioning, her tight,
short dress began to ride up, revealing Skylar’s completely bare lower half.

Steve groaned when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties and he made to take off her
dress altogether, when reality clicked into place through the haze of alcohol and hot men and
Skylar pulled away and scrambled off of Bucky’s lap, smoothing her dress back into place.

“Wait, what the fuck is happening?” Skylar asked, wobbling in her heels a little.
“You’re not killing me?”

The two men looked at one another and then laughed. “Not happening ever,
sweetheart,” Steve said. “We’d never be violent towards you.”

“Why do I get special privileges? Because I’m a girl?”

“We’ve got our reasons, doll.”

“Reasons you feel like sharing?”

They didn’t say anything, merely reached for their respective drinks, taking a
leisurely sip.

Skylar huffed, then decidedly turned on her heel, made to charge right out the door,
but she found her path blocked by two rather large, intimidating men.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” A voice whispered in her ear.

Skylar let out a little shriek as she whirled around to see Steve looming over her; how
had she not heard him approaching? Steve’s hands were planted firmly on her hips, his
thumbs making small circles on her hip bones, eliciting a shudder from the young woman.

“You’re not going anywhere, doll.” Bucky drawled from the couch behind her.

Steve took the opportunity to scoop Skylar into his arms, carrying her back to the
couches and settling her on his lap that time.

Skylar shuddered as she looked at the two imposing men before her, doing her best to
keep her short dress from riding up. “I am not going to sleep with you two, either of you if
that’s what you’re thinking.”

Steve tilted her chin, so she was forced to meet his baby blue eyes. “We would never
make you do something you didn’t want to do, sweetheart.”

Bucky smirked. “And believe me, doll, you’d definitely want to sleep with us.”

Skylar shivered again, ignoring him. “Then why can’t I leave?”

“We’re not done with our conversation, yet, doll,” Bucky answered, smoothing his
large palms up her thighs. “That’s just basic manners.”
 “You can’t leave because we don’t want you to leave yet, plain and simple,
sweetheart.”

Skylar was about to retort when Steve sealed her lips with his again, hungrily kissing
her as his hands greedily hiked up her dress. And because it felt good, because she was drunk
and they were attractive and she sort of wanted it in a demented sort of way, Skylar let it
happen. At some point, she wasn’t sure whose hands were on her at the time, Steve’s or
Bucky’s but one thing she knew for certain was that Steve Rogers could certainly kiss.

When Skylar pulled back she was panting a little. She didn’t get a chance to recover,
however, because almost immediately her lips were covered yet again, this time by Bucky’s
pillowy lips. Bucky was a more aggressive kisser, leaning towards more small nips and the
use of teeth than Steve, and she found that his roughness was a direct line to her core, and she
could feel herself growing damp between her thighs; she just prayed the two of them didn’t
find out.

When she pulled away again, Bucky winked at her suggestively before leaning back,
taking a sip of his drink, some dark, amber-coloured liquor. “What’s Stark’s little girl doing
in our parts, hmm, doll?”

Skylar blinked at him. “It’s not illegal for me to be in Brooklyn just because of who
my father is.”

Steve’s fingers passively drew circles on her thighs. “Of all the clubs to come to, you
picked this one, a club owned by your father’s enemy. Seem a little suspicious, Buck?”

“Definitely, Stevie.”

Skylar stiffened in his lap, but Steve pacified her easily. “Relax, sweetheart, nothing’s
going to happen to you.”

“If nothing is going to happen to me, then I really don’t see the point in this
conversation.”

Bucky spanked her bare ass and she gasped, shifting away from him and deeper into
Steve’s embrace. “Ease up on the sass, doll.”

Skylar only bristled. “I came here just for fun, okay? My friends are probably worried
sick about where I am.”

“Don’t worry about them, sweetheart. We’re talking about you.” Steve murmured in
her ear, his fingers tightly gripping her curvy hips.

“Daddy didn’t send you to infiltrate our club, did he?” Bucky crooned suddenly, his
fingers tangling in her curtain of sleek, long, dark hair.

Skylar turned her head enough to shoot Bucky a glare. “If I were truly trying to
infiltrate your club for business purposes, you wouldn’t know about it. Now let me go.”
 Steve chuckled but didn’t let her go. “So, you’re telling us, that a pretty little thing
like you just happened to wander into a nightclub owned by yours truly?”

Skylar huffed again. “If you’re so keen to listen to what I say, do a better job.”

“Easy, baby doll. Just making sure you aren’t a spy.” Bucky murmured softly,
stroking his fingers up and down the smoothness that was her upper thigh.

“Do I look like a spy to you?”

“Yes, you do, sweetheart,” Steve said, swooping down to steal a kiss from her, which
Skylar found herself unconsciously responding to. “We noticed your name on the VIP list
today, couldn’t help but be a little curious.”

“What do you want with me? Why am I still here?” Skylar asked stubbornly.

Bucky shifted closer. “Easy, baby doll. You’re here because we want you to be here.”
Then he too, swept down and stole a kiss from her lips, a long, lingering kiss that stole the
breath from her lungs.

Skylar had no time to recover from Bucky’s ministrations because the next moment
Steve was swooping down for yet another kiss. “Another drink, sweetheart?” Steve offered
when he pulled away.

Skylar found herself nodding; liquid courage never hurt anyone, right? She accepted
the second cosmopolitan martini gratefully and consumed it like a freshman during
orientation week, that is to say, she downed it like it were a shot.

Steve chuckled, inching his fingers further up her thighs, towards dangerous territory,
towards territory Skylar should have been repelling him from. Yet Skylar found herself
pulling Steve into yet another passionate kiss, quickly following up by pressing a kiss to
Bucky’s lips, shifting herself over so she was in Bucky’s lap, grinding her bare core down
against Bucky’s crotch.

Bucky fisted Skylar’s dark hair in a fist, holding her head in place as he plundered her
mouth with his lips and tongue. Skylar moaned and became pliant in his arms, bending and
shifting to his every desire. Bucky’s hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing and
fingering the malleable skin beneath his fingertips, earning him a gasp from Skylar. Skylar
pressed her lips desperately against Bucky’s, only pausing when Steve turned her head to
capture her lips himself.

Skylar pulled back, panting as she regarded the two sex gods in front of her; there was
no way that both of these incredibly attractive gentlemen gangsters wanted her, and were
content to share her, weren’t men usually territorial to a fault?
“I’m still not having sex with either of you.” Skylar drew the line in the sand,
revealing the boundary she would not cross, for anything.

Steve fingered the material of her dress. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t
want to, sweetheart.”
 “I feel like a broken record, but I feel the need to repeat myself. What exactly do you
two want from me?” Skylar asked pointedly, avoiding their lips as she waited for their
response.

The look in Bucky’s eye could only be described as longing as he looked at Skylar.
“We want you, doll, in any capacity you’ll give us.”

Skylar frowned. “Why me? Is it just because I’m Tony Stark’s daughter and you’re
trying to get back at him?”

Steve chuckled, fingers circling the soft, malleable flesh of her wide hips. “Even if
you weren’t Stark’s daughter, sweetheart, you’d find yourself in this position.”

“We have our reasons, doll, trust that.”

Skylar frowned. “Can you tell me?” She pouted a little, jutting out her bottom lip in
what she knew was an adorable expression. “Please? For me?”

Bucky chuckled, poking her cheek. “That look would get you anything, doll.”

“Then tell me the real reason I’m here.” Skylar breathed, leaning up to nibble at his
ear; what could she say, the liquid courage was flowing freely through her veins, and she was
a bit of a whore at times, she prided herself on the factor.

Bucky groaned lowly, gutturally, and his fingers dug into her waist, bunching up the
fabric of her short dress rather provocatively. “Doll, if you keep that up, something is going to
happen, whether you like it or not.”

Skylar shifted her hips a little, pressing her bare pussy down enticingly against the
ridge of his hardened cock. “Then that’ll mean my plan is working. Tell me, please?”

“Stevie?” Bucky groaned. “Think our girl might’ve oned up us.”

“You’re here, sweetheart.” Steve finally relented in between kisses to her soft neck.
“You’re here because the truth is, Buck and I have been waiting to meet you for a long time.”

Skylar frowned, pulling away from Bucky who began to press heated kisses to her
defined jawline and slim throat. “You’ve been… you’ve been waiting to meet me?” She
asked in between her pants.

Steve ground himself against her hip and the sensation shot right to her core, heating
it and causing even more wetness to pool between her legs, wetness that was sure enough
leaking down her inner thighs.

“That’s right, doll.” Bucky breathed. “We’ve wanted you for so long.” He murmured
against her heated skin. “So soft, so perfect.”

Skylar grinned as she kissed him, letting her nails rake through Bucky’s dark hair,
dishevelling his ponytail. Bucky shifted her so that she was once again between the two mob
bosses, her body seated in Steve’s lap, her legs in Bucky’s. Steve took Bucky’s place and
pressed his lips intimately against hers, whilst Bucky’s lips attached themselves to her neck,
his fingers under her dress, feeling the wetness once again pooling between her legs. Skylar
was just about to open her legs a bit more, providing the mob boss a little more access to her
most intimate places when there was a loud bang from outside, an explosion.

Bucky and Steve stilled their ministrations, holding her protectively close to their bodies,
their hands hovering over their own weapons; Skylar tensed in their grip, for even in her
drunken haze, she knew explosions were generally bad.

Sure enough, the doors to the private room were thrown open unceremoniously, and
in walked two figures. One of them being Skylar’s father, the King of Manhattan himself,
Tony Stark.

Skylar scrambled to force herself into a more presentable position as her father
entered the room, followed closely by one of his men; he was younger, maybe even younger
than she was, and he followed her father in almost a puppy-like manner.

Skylar plastered on a smile as she neatly crossed her legs, folding her hands in her
lap. “Hi, Daddy.”

Tony, to his credit, did not throttle his daughter. “‘Hi, Daddy’? That’s all I get after
you directly disobey my orders and leave Manhattan? What, we don’t have enough studs
downtown?” Then he turned back to his lackey. “Do kids still say ‘studs’ these days? I feel
like I’ve aged myself.”

Skylar cleared her throat. “Um, Daddy, you were saying?”

“Right!” Tony Stark whirled on the three of them once more, pointing an accusatory
finger at Steve and Bucky. “You two have kidnapped and defiled my daughter, and
unfortunately you’ll have to die now. So sorry for the late notice.”

Steve merely raised an eyebrow, keeping his hands still firmly around Skylar’s waist
and hips. “You really threatening us, Stark? In our own territory?” Bucky answered Steve’s
statement by tauntingly running his fingers up Skylar’s legs, dipping under the hem of her
dress.

Tony’s eye twitched as he regarded the blatant disrespect. “You see, gentlemen. When
it comes to my little girl, there is no price that is too high, no battle too deadly. You think I’ve
come alone? Think again, this establishment and the surrounding area are full of my men, and
they will move when I tell them to. So, I suggest you unhand my daughter before I have to go
all World War III on your ass.”

“Um? Daddy?” Skylar spoke up, gaining her father’s attention easily. “What if I was
neither kidnapped nor defiled? What if I was in this position of my own volition?”

If Steve or Bucky were surprised by her words, they didn’t show it.

“I don’t care what you think, you’re twenty-two years old. Get over here, right now,
before I ground your ass.” Tony said rather testily.
 Skylar rolled her eyes but grabbed her purse, after smiling at Steve and Bucky then
she crossed the distance toward her father. Her father scowled as she approached and he
swiftly removed his jacket, covering his daughter’s shoulders with it.

“Go wait in the car.” He told her sternly.

“But, Daddy…”

“Now,” Tony said. “Parker, please help my daughter find the exit.”

Skylar whined a little but relented, sending one final sultry smile to Steve and Bucky
still seated on the couches, turning on her heel to leave, the puppy-like lackey trailing after
her.

As she left, Tony couldn’t help but call after his daughter. “And next time, if you’re
going to dress slutty, at least have the decency of making it Gucci or Prada! Not that Zara
shit.” Tony said with a shudder. “Fast fashion is a fashion nightmare.”

There was a distinct call of, “fuck off, Daddy!” Then Tony was left alone with Steve
and Bucky.

“Now, gentlemen,” Tony said severely, tone chilling multiple degrees. “If I ever catch
either of you in my territory, nay with my daughter,” he let the threat hang in the air, his voice
losing all pretense of humour. “I will kill you. With my bare hands, and it will be painful. We
understand one another?”

Steve chuckled under his breath, taking a sip of the amber liquor in his crystal
tumbler. “Tony, you really want to act like you can tell us what to do? In our own territory?
Our own club?”

“See, the thing is, Rogers, that’s my baby girl that you had draped all over your laps,
my daughter. And I would go to war, to hell and back for my little girl, so don’t force my
hand. Understand?” Tony said, his glare intense as he surveyed Steve and Bucky.

Bucky leaned forward, crossing his legs at the ankle. “What if we agree with you
Stark? We agree that your daughter is a girl worth fighting for?”

“There’s no doubt in our mind Tony, your daughter will be our girl by the end of this
year,” Steve added, leisurely scanning Tony Stark.

Tony bristled. “My daughter is a good girl, and she would never be seen with the likes
of you. If you won’t leave her alone, I’ll have to force my hand, gentlemen.”
Tony let his threat hang in the air, for after he spoke the words he spun on his heel and
marched out of the private rooms, out of the night club entirely, because he had made his
point crystal clear. Abundantly clear.

Skylar Oaklyn Stark was off limits, a line never to be breached.

Chapter End Notes

Next Chapter !

Skylar takes a walk down memory lane

“And another thing! I thought we agreed, if you’re going to dress like a hooker at least
make yourself a classy hooker, not some cheap Zara prostitute.” Tony said, reminiscent
of what he’d said last night about her clothing.

Skylar rolled her eyes but said nothing, merely took a sip of her tea.

Pepper sighed. “Tony-”

Tony held up a hand. “No, no I’m serious, Peps. I don’t care what my baby girl does
with her life, so long as she does whatever it is richly. What was it you were wearing?
Zara? H&M? Forever 21? Where do the peasants even shop these days?”

Skylar rolled her eyes again, her father’s tangent was really spinning out of control now.
“It was Zara, and I got it on sale.”

Tony dramatically clutched at his heart. “Are you trying to hurt me?” Then he stared
down at the bowl in front of him. “And when did Greek yogurt become a thing again?”

Skylar cleared her throat. “Daddy, I think you got a little sidetracked. You were yelling
at me.”

He snapped his fingers. “Right, thank you, baby girl, you’re such a good kid, remind me
to take you shopping later. Let's see... now, aside from the obvious disrespect of going to
my enemy’s territory, as well as their nightclub, I think the part I need to yell at you the
most about is how I found you sprawled across my enemies’ laps like some cheap Thai
hooker.”

“Tony!” Pepper snapped, shooting her husband a glare.

“Fine, a classy Thai hooker, better?”

 Memories
Chapter Summary

Skylar reminisces on her ex-boyfriend & receives a gift from her not-so-secret admirers

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Skylar liked to think of herself as a good daughter, but at that moment in time, she knew she
was being a bad daughter.

Her father was ranting and raving to her about her actions from the previous night, but Skylar
was too busy reviewing the memories of Bucky and Steve’s fingers between her legs; god,
how shameless had she truly gotten? Skylar had never been the type of girl to juggle two
guys at once, at least, never in front of one another, and she didn’t know how to handle that.
Those two ruthless crime lords had…. Had treated her better than her ex-boyfriend had.
They’d exuded such violence, yet also displayed heated passion, controlled longing. She
couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t aroused by their actions, the fact that it was two of them; but
then of course there was the factor that they were her father’s enemy. And thus, Skylar came
crashing back to earth, where her father was still yelling at her.

“And another thing! I thought we agreed, if you’re going to dress like a hooker at
least make yourself a classy hooker, not some cheap Zara prostitute.” Tony said, reminiscent
of what he’d said last night about her clothing. “I give you access to my credit card, and you
shop at H&M when you could be wearing Prada? Balenciaga? Gucci?"

Skylar rolled her eyes but said nothing, merely took a sip of her tea.

Pepper sighed. “Tony-”

Tony held up a hand. “No, no I’m serious, Peps. I don’t care what my baby girl does
with her life, so long as she does whatever it is richly. What was it you were wearing? Zara?
H&M? Forever 21? Where do kids even shop these days?”

Skylar rolled her eyes again; her father’s tangent was really spinning out of control
now. “It was Zara, and I got it on sale.”

Tony dramatically clutched at his heart. “Are you trying to hurt me?” Then he stared
down at the bowl in front of him. “And when did Greek yogurt become a thing again?”

Skylar cleared her throat. “Daddy, I think you got a little sidetracked. You were
yelling at me.”
 He snapped his fingers. “Right, thank you, baby girl, you’re such a good kid, remind
me to take you shopping later. Let’s see… now, aside from the obvious disrespect of going to
my enemy’s territory, as well as their nightclub, I think the part I need to yell at you the most
about is how I found you sprawled across my enemies’ laps like some cheap Thai hooker.”

“Tony!” Pepper snapped, shooting her husband a glare.

“Fine, a classy Thai hooker, better?”

“Tony, I think you’re negating a few important components. The first was that our
daughter was drunk, the second being she could go wherever she’d like. Your feuds do not
affect her and should not.” Pepper said sagely, pouring herself more coffee. “Third, she is
twenty-two, and therefore is expected to and should be able to form relationships of whatever
variety with whomever she likes.”

“Yeah, Daddy, they actually saved me, if you think about it. There was a man who
was getting a little… handsy on the dance floor, and Steve killed him.”

Tony rubbed his forehead. “Sweetie, he may have been nice one time, but believe me,
both of those men could have easily killed you.”

“You could easily kill me,” Skylar argued. “Just because you’re capable of something
does not mean you’ll be guilty of doing it.”

“You owe them your daughter’s life possibly, Tony.” Pepper said. “It isn’t right to
slander their name or threaten them.”

Tony glared at his wife and daughter across from him at the breakfast table. “Peps,
Sky, that isn’t how it works in the mafia world. Look, I’m just trying to protect you, kid.”
“I know, Daddy.” Sky sighed, standing up and going around the table to hug her
father. “I am sorry for unknowingly going to their nightclub, I promise it won’t happen
again.”

Tony patted his daughter’s hand. “Good choice of words, kid.”

Skylar smiled as she re-took her seat. “What can I say, I learned from the best.”

Tony stared at his daughter affectionately. “That you did.” Then he sobered. “Now,
because of your little stunt, young lady, you’re going to have a bodyguard following you
around twenty-four/seven, no ifs, ands, or buts.”

“Daddy, please don’t,” Skylar begged, glancing at her mother for help.

Pepper merely shook her head and sighed, staring down at the tablet in front of her.
“Don’t fight him on this one, sweetheart. I already tried.”

Skylar huffed. “Who, pray tell, is going to be my new bodyguard?”

“Parker!” Tony called and in rushed the puppy-like kid from the previous day, Percy
or whatever.
 Skylar eyed the young man with scrutiny, examining him from top to bottom. “This…
teenager is going to be responsible for my safety? I thought I was your favourite child,
Daddy?”

Tony smirked a little. “You’re always my favourite, kid, Peter here is a prodigy, and
twenty-one years old. You’re in perfectly capable hands.” For emphasis, he clapped his hands
down on Peter’s shoulders from behind, making the boy jump, a bright albeit nervous smile
overtaking his face; truly, the kid looked harmless, what good would he be in a dangerous
situation?

Peter Parker cleared his throat nervously as he regarded his new charge. “I-It’s nice to
m-meet you, ma’am.” He stuttered out. “I promise I’ll do everything in my p-power to keep
you safe.”

Skylar turned towards her father. “You’re really leaving me in the hands of this
defenseless puppy dog? So much for being your favourite.”

Tony placed a tender hand on his daughter’s head. “You’ll be perfectly safe, baby girl,
I have the utmost faith in Parker’s abilities.”

Peter straightened at the praise, beaming at his boss. “Thank you so much, sir. I won’t
let you down.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Sorta ruining a family moment, kid.”

“Oh, right! Sorry, I’ll just go stand…. over there.” The puppy pointed towards the
hallway leading to the elevators and dashed away.

“Daddy, please don’t assign a guard to me. I promise what happened last night will
never happen again.”

Tony rolled his eyes again and scoffed. “What happened last night will never be
happening again. I walk into Winter -- very uncool nightclub, by the way, Peps remind me to
take you there.” He shot his wife a grin, who merely rolled her eyes, a pleased smile on her
face, however. “And I find my baby girl, my only daughter in the arms of Steven Rogers and
James Barnes, what’s a father to do? You’re lucky I’m not forcing you to wear a chastity belt,
young lady.”

“I wasn’t in their arms.” Skylar protested.

“Fine, just sprawled across their laps like a good girl, eh, Sky?” Tony said
sarcastically, sipping his coffee.

Skylar raised her chin although she had a feeling she was fighting a losing battle. “I
should be able to date and be with whoever I want, even if they’re a mafia boss. Right,
Mom?”

Pepper, who’d done her best to stay out of the father/daughter argument until then,
raised her eyes from the tablet before her. “Honey, not every parent is pleased when their
daughter brings home a crime lord as a potential boyfriend.”

“I always knew your father didn’t like me!” Tony pointed dramatically at his wife who
simply shrugged and returned to her emails and coffee.

“And you,” he pointed at his daughter. “There will be no ‘dating’ or whatever you kids call it,
you will stay away from them or so help me god, I will start a design plan for that chastity
belt.”

“Is fooling around with them off the table, then?” She asked boldly, figuring she may
as well sign and seal her death wish while she was at it.

Tony spluttered, coffee spewing from his mouth as he coughed. “W-what was that?”

Pepper continued to sip her coffee in silence, unperturbed by her daughter’s lascivious
comment.

Skylar shrugged, taking another sip of her tea. “You always told me that honesty was
the best way to disarm an opponent. Figured it couldn’t hurt my case.”

Tony glared at his daughter. “Peps, help. I can’t tell if I want to ground our daughter
or shower her in affection and tell her how proud I am.”

Pepper didn’t look up as she scanned email after email. “Well, you can’t really
‘ground’ her anymore, seeing as she is twenty-two. And you pretty much already ‘shower her
in affection’ so that wouldn't be too different from the norm.”

Tony sighed. “Look, kid. I get the whole ‘wanting to do something more when
someone tells you that you can’t do it’ thing, I literally invented it. But this is a hard line for
me, I don’t trust these guys, and I certainly do not trust both of them with you. They’re
criminals, the worst of the worst and I’m just trying to protect you.”

Skylar looked into her father’s warm brown eyes, knowing her battle was lost.
“Alright, Daddy. I understand, and I know you’re just trying to protect me. But do I have to
have the little… puppy with me?”

Tony grinned a little. “Parker is going to be with you from now on; I’ve always
intended on assigning a guard to you once you’ve returned home. Probably would have
earlier if you’d bothered to come home in the last four years but…”

Skylar smiled tightly as memories flashed through her head and she stood abruptly, as
if her body wanted to physically run from the thoughts, the snapshots in her head; she banged
her knee sharply on the table as she stood but the pain didn’t register, nothing registered.

Tony cursed, leaping to his feet and moving around the table to attend to his daughter.
“Christ, Sweetie, are you okay?”

Pepper finally looked up at the sound and abrupt movement. “Honey? You okay? Did
you hurt yourself?”
 Skylar backed away from her parents though, her eyes wide as she surveyed them
anxiously, like a caged animal. “Sorry, um, I uh, forgot I told MJ I’d give her a call.”
The weak excuse was passed her lips as she was leaving the room. Skylar ignored the
calls of her parents and just bolted to her bedroom suites as memories with Ryder washed
over her.

November, Four Years Ago

Skylar was excitedly packing her things as she readied herself to go home for Thanksgiving;
she hadn’t been home in almost three months, and while she enjoyed the near-constant LA
sunshine and warmth, part of her missed the New York autumn weather, the sprinkling of a
snowfall. More than that, however, she missed her parents.

Skylar had always been a Daddy’s Girl, but she always had a close relationship with her
mom. Pepper was the order to Tony’s chaos, and she often provided an introspective
perspective and was easier to talk to about typical female youth problems: boys, mental
health, grades, letting down her parents, etc. At least, that had been the case, for she didn’t
talk to her parents all that often anymore. She told herself that it was just because she was
terribly busy with school and friends, but she knew the reality; she knew the reality but never
voiced it, because if she were to voice it, it would become true, and it couldn’t be true. Not
when he was so perfect.

Skylar first met Ryder Brown at a bar in Downtown LA during her second month of
university. She was a freshman at UCLA, living in a dorm on campus; she studied business
and legal studies, and the first two months of college had been a complete whirlwind, but she
found she rather enjoyed living with friends and feeling like an adult. She met Ryder one
night when she and one of her friends from her dorm, Michelle-Jones, or MJ as she
affectionately called her, got into a bar with a simple flash of a fake ID and a call to her
father; it helped to be a Stark sometimes. The two girls were waiting for their drinks at the
bar when he approached her. And maybe it was the flash of his white teeth in a swoon-worthy
smile, or perhaps it was the muscles or the way he was dressed, but something about Ryder
Brown captured her attention the moment she’d laid her eyes on him.

She’d known that she’d wanted him immediately, knew that he must’ve been older than her
mere eighteen years, but she didn’t care, she wanted him anyway.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Christ, even his voice was sexy.

Skylar turned away from her friend, eyes taking in the sex god before her. She smiled a
practiced sultry smile, gesturing to the drink in her hand. “I already have one, thanks
though.”

Then she turned her back on him, counting the seconds in her head. Game on.
She heard a deeply masculine chuckle behind her and then he was speaking to her again.
“You do shots, baby?”

Skylar hated how her breath hitched and her core clenched at the term of endearment. But
Skylar kept her composed smile, she turned back towards the incredibly handsome man,
raising her eyebrows in question. “Do I do shots?”

Another flash of white teeth. “Tequila?'

Skylar’s smile widened. “If you buy me a drink though, you’ll also have to buy one for
my friend.” As if on cue, MJ linked her arm through Skylar’s grinning and waving a little
over Skylar’s shoulder.

The man chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, some dark cocktail. “That’s doable.” He
gestured to the bartender. “Three shots of tequila. Top shelf.”

MJ shot Skylar a look and the two girls shared a silent conversation, making sure they both
felt safe in the current situation; they’d had many a bad situation in nightclubs already -- it
truly was a surprise she still went to them at all.

The bartender swiftly prepared three shots of top-shelf tequila. He offered the trio three lime
wedges as well as a saltshaker. Skylar and MJ prepared the shot, licking salt off of their
wrists and downing the shot, followed by chase with the lime juice. Meanwhile, the mystery
man downed the shot in one go, with no chase, and no prep required. Skylar eyed the man;
any man who could drink like that was a true adult, a true man, and Skylar hated how much
that attracted her to him.

“Sky, I’ll be right over here. I’m just going to be talking to… what’s your name, handsome?”
MJ asked the man currently trying to pick her up. “Jaxon. I’ll be right here, okay?” Her
friend squeezed her hand affectionately.

Skylar grinned at her friend and kept their fingers linked, a precaution of sorts. Then she
turned back to the man before her. “Thank you for the shot.” She purred.

The man grinned. “What’s your name, baby?” Again, the way her body reacted to that
sentiment should’ve been illegal.

Skylar smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m Skylar, and you are?”
“Skylar,” he said, as if tasting the word. “A beautiful name.”

“Don’t do the whole ‘beautiful name for a beautiful girl’, it’s old and stale.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. You want to dance, Skylar?”

Skylar leaned against the bar top, fiddling with a strand of her hair playfully. “I’d rather talk
to you.”

He grinned. “Anything for you, baby.”

From there on the two were inseparable, with Skylar often sleeping at his apartment in
Downtown LA. Ryder was a military man with a background in criminal law, and Skylar
found that she actually enjoyed talking to Ryder and learning about his beautiful mind. They
could have a conversation about law and politics but also share moments of intimacy and
tenderness; it was truly like nothing Skylar had ever experienced (although perhaps that was
because her last relationship had been when she was in high school) but nevertheless, she
was starting to love Ryder.

One might have even said that Skylar loved Ryder too much, she loved him too much because
she wanted to spend too much time with him, all of her time with him. Don’t get her wrong,
she still made time for friends, attended all of her classes and club meetings and even found
time for herself in the midst, but she always, always found time for Ryder.

And then other oddities began occurring. Skylar would wake up one morning at Ryder’s and
discover large bruises on her wrists and throat with no explanation; another day she found
herself in Ryder’s apartment with no recollection of how she’d gotten there, a burn mark on
her shoulder and thighs. These little incidents scared her a little, mostly because she felt the
lingering pain thereafter, but even weirder was that Ryder never had an explanation for the
little welts either, telling her she must have fallen or something, but she knew that couldn’t be
true, they both did, not when the pronounced markings of fingertips were embedded into her
flesh.

Then of course, Thanksgiving was just around the corner and Skylar was making her grand
plans to return home for the first time in months and see her parents and her city and her
home.

Except, she didn’t end up going home, because Ryder had whined and complained like a
petulant child until she’d relented and agreed to stay; a twenty-nine-year-old man was
whining about being alone on Thanksgiving. And even worse, the day of her flight home
(she’d insisted on taking a commercial flight, much to her father’s annoyance) she’d awoken
at Ryder’s apartment with large hand prints on her thighs and hips, and throat, a tender,
rather intimidating burn mark on her collarbones -- marks that would be difficult to hide and
even more difficult to explain, considering she didn’t even know how she’d gotten them in the
first place.

So, on the day before Thanksgiving, when she should’ve been driving to the airport, instead,
she was making the dreaded call home, to explain how she wouldn’t be home that year.

“Hi, Mom,” Skylar said, feeling tears well in her eyes; she was thankful it was a phone call
and not a video call.

“Hi Honey, you at the airport already? What time is your flight again? Your dad will send
Happy to pick you up when you land.” Her mother’s voice was like a beacon of light in a
storm.

Skylar chewed at her bottom lip and then winced; it felt tender, bruised, even. “I-I have to tell
you something, Mom. I won’t be coming home this year for Thanksgiving; I’ve decided to
stay here.”
There was a long pause on the other end. “Sweetheart, is everything okay?”

Skylar blinked back tears. “I-I’m okay, Mom. Just a bunch of us staying and I decided to join
in.”

Her mother sighed. “Well, if that’s what you want to do. Will you be home for Christmas?”

Skylar hesitated; she didn’t know if she could commit yet. “I-I think so, I’ll let you know.”
She’d hung up quickly after, making up some lie about meeting a friend for shopping. The
second she’d hung up tears had finally overwhelmed her, and she’d dissolved into a puddle.

Ryder had found her in their bedroom sobbing hysterically into a pillow. He’d merely pulled
her onto his lap and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re alright, baby, you’re alright. It’s
better this way, you belong to me now, hmm?”

Skylar could only turn her head into his chest in shame as sobs continued to ricochet
throughout her body; even that early into their relationship, she began to feel it, the darkness
within him, and the crack that had formed within her.

There was a knock on her bedroom door, shocking her from her reverie and she
blinked, shaking her head to knock the memory from her mind. Skylar quickly organized
herself on her large bed and cleared her throat. “Come in.”

She was relieved when it was only a maid that came in, carrying a large package.
Skylar stared down at it in wonder as her maid handed it to her, then quickly bid her farewell
and shut the door behind her.

Skylar opened the parcel quickly, noting that the box within bore the Gucci emblem,
and her heart began to pound; her father had just mentioned the famous fashion house, maybe
it was only him?

Inside the box was tissue paper and a note with handwriting on it.

Gucci, to appease Daddy Stark.

Wear & come to Starry Night in Manhattan.

Come alone.

X. S+B
 With trembling fingers, Skylar moved the tissue paper and note aside, unwrapping the
garment carefully. Inside was a beautiful cocktail dress, short, perhaps even sinfully short,
and designer, just like her father had said. Skylar pushed the box from her lap, falling back
onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling; was she really about to do this? Blatantly go against
her father’s wishes? And then there was the factor of the puppy… she’d need to ditch him
somehow. It was a Friday night; her father wouldn’t be surprised by her going out, and he’d
be happy she was wearing something expensive. But the dog was another matter altogether.

Skylar screwed her eyes shut; she wasn’t really thinking of going through with this,
was she?

Then, of course, there was the other matter, of what would happen if she didn’t go.
Those were men who were used to getting what they wanted, what happened if she didn’t
show up? Blatantly defy their wishes?

Skylar sat up suddenly, resolutely. She could go once, and that would be that. She could
easily find a way to ditch the Parker kid, and she’d simply turn off the GPS on her
smartphone, maybe even turn it off entirely; she could do this.

Later that night, Skylar was preparing herself to go out on the town, well Manhattan to be
more specific; a quick Google search revealed that Starry Night was a well-renowned
cocktail bar in Manhattan -- this would make the lie that much easier.

Skylar played all of her cards right; she made a quick appearance with her parents, told them
where she was going, and lied about with whom. She’d agreed to have Vision be her driver
for the night and Parker to be her escort.

In the town car, Skylar leaned closer to the Parker kid and noted how he’d tensed and
flushed. “Say, Percy,” she purred, trailing a finger up his thigh mindlessly.

Parker fidgeted beneath her touch. “I-It’s Peter, actually, ma’am.”

“Whatever. Listen, I’m going on a… date and I would really appreciate some privacy.”

Peter tensed more beneath her touch and gaze. “Ma’am you’re not supposed to leave my line
of sight. Direct orders from Mr. Stark.”

Skylar laughed a little, a tinkling sort of laughter that caught Peter’s attention. “I’m glad you
brought that up, Peter. See, if you think about it, I’m your real boss, not Tony. If something
happens to me, you die or lose your job, I’m pretty important for the sake of your career,
wouldn’t you agree? So, here’s what’s going to happen, it’s ten o’clock now, you’re going to
give me until two in the morning, then you can come get me and I’ll go home with you.
Understand?”

Peter flushed a little at the innuendo at the end. “But ma’am, I really don’t think I should-”

“Shh,” Skylar placed a finger over his lips, leaning over his lap a little, the neckline of her
dress dipping even lower, baring even more cleavage. “You’ll still be in the vicinity, just…
not inside. Make sense?”
 “I don’t know, ma’am…” Parker trailed off, seeming uncomfortable.

Skylar stroked his arm and his chest, leaning provocatively over him. “Please, Parker? I’d
really appreciate it.”

Parker gulped nervously but eventually found himself nodding. “O-Okay, ma’am. I’ll be right
outside though! And, and you can always text me or call me if you need anything!”
Skylar smiled a little smugly. “I appreciate that, Peter, I’ll let you know if I need
anything. You’re a good guy, Peter.”

He smiled brightly at her as they arrived outside of the cocktail bar. Skylar checked her
makeup in her compact mirror quickly and then grabbed her purse as she prepared to exit the
car. “I’ll see you soon, Parker.”

Then she blew him a kiss, thanked Vision, and was out of the car. There was a slight swish in
her hips as she walked into the cocktail bar, and she knew the second that she stepped inside
that this might have been part of her father’s territory, but this bar, belonged to them. How
they’d accomplished that, she’d had no idea, but she knew instinctively that this place was
their territory, her father’s name wouldn’t help her here. Skylar didn’t even have to look far to
find them, or at least where they would be; there was a sectioned-off portion near the back, a
wall of mirrors that led to the back rooms. Skylar knew before a hostess even began to lead
her that that was her destination. And perhaps it had always been her destination, perhaps it
had actually been predestination after all.

Chapter End Notes

I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! Another chapter coming soon :)

Next Chapter !

Sky endures a date with Steve & Bucky, learning about how exactly they know her

“Um, hi, I’m still here, remember?” Skylar said, waving her hand.

Bucky smirked. “Sorry, doll. We just want to make sure we’ll be able to see you from
now on.”

“Oh.. well, that makes sense- wait what? I’ll be seeing you from now on?” Skylar
blurted, sitting upright.

Steve soothed her though, slinging an arm across her shoulders and massaging her
shoulders gently, his other hand gently stroking the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Easy,
sweetheart. Let us explain.”

“What If I don’t want to hear your explanation?” Skylar said stubbornly.

Bucky smirked again. “Doll, something tells me that a girl like you wouldn’t be here
unless you were interested in us.”

Skylar flushed. “I-I.” She swallowed and tried again. “I don’t even know which one of
you I’m interested in, or which one of you is interested in me.”
 Preface
Chapter Summary

Sky recalls the real first time she met Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

As the hostess led Skylar passed the bar, the twenty-two-year-old woman leaned over the bar
top and quickly requested a shot of vodka for her nerves, telling the bartender to add it to the
owner’s tab. She downed the shot like she was a freshman in college and followed the
hostess, who had paused to watch Skylar in amusement.

The hostess led her to a door in between a set of mirrors and Skylar stared up at the
mirrors in wonder; the ambient lighting against the mirrors created quite the effect.

“Enjoy.” The hostess murmured to Skylar with a wink, the door open and beckoning to her.

With a deep breath, Skylar entered the private, dimly lit room; there was soft music playing
and there was the intoxicating aroma of… spices filling the room. And of course, there were
the two mountainous men seated on couches against the wall, sipping what were probably
intricately made cocktails.

Skylar fought the urge to tremble in her stilettos as she put one foot in front of the other,
slowly yet steadily making her way to them.

Bucky grinned when he saw Skylar, setting his drink down on a low table beside him. “Well,
aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, baby doll, ain’t she, Stevie?”
Steve’s eyes too, seemed to be drinking her in. “You look beautiful, sweetheart, just
like we’d imagined you’d look.”

Skylar rolled her lips together, trying to figure out how she was going to play this. She
stopped in front of them, and surveyed them with scrutiny, cocking a hip out as she scanned
the two of them. Confidence was all about arrogance, as her father said. “Well? You asked me
to come, and I’m here.”

Bucky smirked. “That smart mouth of yours does wicked things to me, doll.”

Steve grinned and waved her over to them. “C’mere, sweetheart, got your usual seat ready for
you.” He patted the space in between him and Bucky.

Skylar swallowed but did as he asked, sauntering over to the two gangsters with what she
hoped was a confident strut, seating herself in between them and crossing her legs airily.
Then she turned and gave Steve a pointed look, “well?”

He chuckled, hooking her legs under his large hand, and swinging them up into his lap,
earning him a squeak from her, and forcing her to lean back into Bucky's solid chest. “That’s
better, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

Skylar huffed and squirmed. “So, you invited me out just to grope at me? I’m sure there are
plenty of other girls in the city who would gladly sit on your face, but please don’t confuse
me with them. And how are you even here? Isn’t Manhattan my father’s territory?”

Bucky barked out a laugh. “The things you say, baby doll, the fuckin’ things that come out of
that smart mouth of yours.” He shook his head, chuckling still. “We can be here, doll,
because we own it. Simple as that. See, even your rich daddy can’t stop us from buying
property if we choose to; he’s not the only rich motherfucker in the city.”

Steve’s fingers began to idly wander up and down her smooth calves, seemingly enjoying the
sensation. “Sweetheart, we have our reasons to be interested in you, and we’ll get to them.”
“But first, we gotta know how things went down with your old man, doll,” Bucky
interjected, sipping his dark cocktail.

Unannounced and unprompted, a waitress entered the dimly lit room, carrying a tray with
three cocktails on it; two more of the dark cocktails the boys had been drinking, and a light
purple one, garnished with frothy foam and flowers. She set the cocktails down wordlessly
and departed, the door clicking shut behind him.

Steve gestured to the drink. “Have a sip, baby, you’ll like it.”

Skylar did as he suggested, a brief memory of her parents telling her not to drink anything
given to you by a stranger flashing through her head, and she took a sip. She could taste the
distinct taste of gin, elderflower, and…lavender. It was incredibly aromatic and quite
delicious; Skylar took another, larger, longer sip.

“If you’re asking whether I told my father that you gave me this dress, the answer is no; I do
belong to a mafia family -- I’m no snitch,” Skylar said, crossing her legs at the ankle in
Steve’s lap.

Steve chuckled. “We weren’t worried about that, sweetheart, but we appreciate the
sentiments.”

Bucky pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a practiced hand. “We were worried we’d gotten
you into serious trouble with Daddy Stark, but seeing as you’re out tonight, it must’ve not
been too bad.”

“Oh… he assigned a permanent bodyguard to me but he’s an obedient puppy and I got him to
agree to wait outside.”

Steve began to draw circles on her inner thigh, and Skylar tried to act unaffected. Meanwhile,
Bucky’s fingers were tangling themselves in her ear, stroking her softly, distractingly.
“A permanent bodyguard, hmm?” Bucky mused, glancing at Steve. “That could cause some
issues later, Stevie.”

Steve waved him off. “If he’s as obedient as she claims he shouldn’t be too much of an
issue,” Steve said, as if she wasn’t right beside them.

“Depends on who he’s loyal to, his mistress or Daddy Stark,” Bucky said.

Skylar drank more of her drink; weirdly, she’d already managed to finish it. She set the
empty cocktail glass on the table and wordlessly, Steve summoned another waitress, handing
her the empty glass.

“Um, hi, I’m still here, remember?” Skylar said, waving her hand.

Bucky smirked. “Sorry, doll. We just want to make sure we’ll be able to see you from now
on.”

“Oh.. well, that makes sense- wait what? I’ll be seeing you from now on?” Skylar blurted,
sitting upright.

Steve soothed her though, slinging an arm across her shoulders and massaging her shoulders
gently, his other hand gently stroking the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Easy, sweetheart. Let
us explain.”

“What If I don’t want to hear your explanation?” Skylar said stubbornly.

Bucky smirked again. “Doll, something tells me that a girl like you wouldn’t be here unless
you were interested in us.”

Skylar flushed. “I-I.” She swallowed and tried again. “I don’t even know which one of you
I’m interested in, or which one of you is interested in me.”

Bucky grinned and tugged on her hips, swinging her legs out of Steve’s lap so that she was
straddling his lap, her designer Gucci dress riding up her shapely thighs.

Skylar squirmed and glanced around desperately; the private room had an entire wall of glass,
and she was deeply afraid of someone witnessing such a compromising position.

Steve soothed her though, running a hand through her dark hair gently. “Don’t worry,
sweetheart, these are one-way mirrors; we can see out, they can’t see in.”

Skylar relaxed a little but remained a little tense in the gangster’s arms; the cocktail hadn’t
yet kicked in apparently and it was surprisingly disturbing to be able to see other people but
have them not see you.

Bucky pressed her down on his lap so that she could feel the evident ridge of his hardened
cock, straining against the zip of his pants. Skylar couldn’t help herself, a flood of arousal
hitting her, she ground her hips against his a little, rubbing her covered center against the
thick ridge in his pants.
Bucky’s lips were suddenly on the sensitive, thin skin of her throat, kissing and sucking and
nipping at the delicate skin there. He found a particularly sensitive spot and nibbled on it,
eliciting a string of moans and throaty gasps from the writhing girl in his lap. Skylar tossed
her head back instinctively, baring more skin for Bucky and giving Steve plenty of access to
her lips. Steve’s lips were suddenly pressed tightly, intimately to hers, swallowing the chorus
of moans that Bucky was eliciting from her. Steve was a phenomenal kisser, he knew
precisely when to use his teeth, and his tongue, and he knew the exact motions and the
placements to make her pliable in his hands as if he’d been touching her, unraveling her with
his lips, tongue, and hands for years

When Skylar finally pulled away from Steve she was gasping, panting even; he had rendered
her completely and utterly breathless.

Steve was smirking then, seeming completely unaffected by their kiss. “Still need
clarification on which of us is interested in you, sweetheart?”

Skylar blinked, stilling her hips in Bucky’s lap. “You’re both into me? B-But how? Why?”
She spluttered; she would have fallen out of Bucky’s lap had he not been holding her so
tightly.

Bucky chuckled, glancing at Steve. “Guess it’s time to tell her, huh, Stevie?”

Steve smiled. “You wanna start, Buck?”

Bucky lifted Skylar and settled her beside him so that she was equally between the two
gangsters. He turned towards her, picking up his cocktail and taking another sip, draining the
glass. As if on cue, the door opened again, and in walked another waitress, carrying another
tray of cocktails; if she was judging them on their current positions, it didn’t show, and she
kept her eyes lowered to her tray. She set the same lavender cocktail before Skylar and Sky
lifted it gratefully, taking an indulgent sip – she had a strange suspicion she was going to
need alcohol.

“We’ve known you a long time, doll, or rather known about you for a long time. We knew
your ex-boyfriend, Private Ryder Brown in Afghanistan.” Bucky said, eyes soft but
expression serious.

Skylar blinked; she hadn’t been expecting that, of all things. Her boyfriend was a military
man, that she knew, and she also knew that he was called away for a military tour of
Afghanistan during the end of her first year of university, and they’d done long-distance – in
some ways, the long-distance had been a good thing. “You knew Ryder?”

Steve nodded. “Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James Barnes; he was part of our platoon
in Afghanistan, and he sure loved to talk about ‘his girl’.” She thought she detected a slight
homicidal gleam in Steve’s eyes.

“Showed us everything doll, everything from your relationship; lots of pictures, videos,
pretty much everything you sent him while he was away,” Bucky said, and she thought he
was trying to put it delicately, gently, even.
But the fact of the matter was that what Bucky was saying was that any naughty pictures
she’d sent her boyfriend, anything erotic or intimate or sensitive had been shown to his entire
platoon, showed off like some prize or trophy. She’d been paraded around like an object, and
she hadn’t even known it.

Steve sighed and ran a hand through his short blond hair. “He used to love to brag about ways
he would… treat you.”

Skylar sucked in a breath; was it possible that they knew? They knew where the variety and
assortment of scars had come from. That couldn’t be it, right? There was no way Ryder was
dumb enough to brag about the times he’d inflicted violence upon her, not when he worked
for the armed forces, not when he was a criminal lawyer for Christ’s sake.

“We fell for you at different times,” Bucky admitted. “I think Stevie was first, he felt the need
to protect you; typical Stevie, always trying to be the hero.” Bucky attempted to joke,
nudging Steve’s shoulder.

Steve chuckled mirthlessly. “It used to drive me insane, the way he’d talk about you. He used
to brag that he was set for life after he’d nabbed Stark’s daughter, and that’s when we knew,
we knew how important you were, you are.”

Skylar’s expression hardened instantly, and she stiffened, sliding from Bucky’s lap into her
own seat. “So, the only reason I matter is because I’m a Stark?”

Bucky slung an arm casually across her shoulders, massaging the suddenly tense, rigid
muscles tenderly. “To Private Brown, yes. To us, quite the opposite, doll. You-’” He cut
himself off as if memories were replaying in his mind. “Doll, Afghanistan… it was, well, it
was war. And you, you were just this beacon of light, of hope, of life in the darkness, in the
haze of war. You got us through it.”

Skylar scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I highly doubt that, Sergeant."

“We didn’t have dames of ourselves to keep us mentally sound, but when we saw pictures of
you; you with your dogs in bed, or your friends at a bar. Just you, the life in you, it was
exhilarating, and it very well may have saved my life a couple of times.” Steve said
softly. “Being acutely aware of what I was there in Afghanistan for, what I was fighting for, it
kept me sane, baby.”

Skylar swallowed the lump that had been building in her throat. “That’s very sweet and all,
but… you don’t really know me, do you? I mean it’s not like we’d ever spoken or anything-”

“That’s not true, doll.” Bucky interrupted. “We have met before. Once, don’t you
remember?”
Skylar gave him a pointed look and huffed, irritated. “I think we’ve established that I
do not remember.”

Bucky chuckled and pulled her towards him, running his fingers up her legs and dipping
under the hem of her dress, his lips descending over hers passionately. Skylar gasped into the
kiss, opening up for him like a flower as he plundered her mouth with his own, his lips,
tongue, and teeth reaping sensations from her that she didn’t think possible. When he pulled
away, Skylar actually whimpered a little, her breathing erratic and ragged as she beheld the
dark-haired gangster.

“That smart mouth of yours will be the end of me,” Bucky muttered, pressing a final chaste
kiss to her lips before pulling away altogether.

Skylar blinked and turned to Steve, still lost in the haze that was Bucky; her leg was still
slung over one of his and his hand was still erotically running up and down her skin
smoothly.

Steve chuckled at the pair and helped Skylar out a little, explaining how they’d met
initially. “We were in town in LA for…” he looked at Bucky. “Business. And we met up with
Ryder and some of the others from the platoon for drinks, and he brought you, seeing as he’d
always been bragging about you.” Steve explained.

Skylar frowned, her mind still a little hazy but the memory was slowly resurfacing. “That sort
of sounds familiar. I just feel like I would’ve remembered you two, though; you’re kinda
unforgettable in case you haven’t noticed.”

Bucky chuckled. “I’m glad you feel that way, doll. At the time, you seemed very… attached
to Ryder, though. It makes sense that you don’t remember.”

A jolt went through Skylar then, and the memory resurfaced finally, even though part of her
wished it wouldn’t.

May - One Year Ago

Skylar chewed at her bottom lip anxiously as she surveyed the bustling bar, she didn’t want to
be at a bar that night, she wanted to be at home in bed, but of course, Ryder wanted to go
out, so they went out.

It was an important outing to him too, because he was meeting up with friends from his
platoon from when he was overseas in Afghanistan. And Skylar was proud of her boyfriend,
so she agreed to attend with him after he’d invited her. For him, she’d plaster on a kind,
friendly smile; for him, she’d wear a nice, flattering, uncomfortable outfit, paired with tall,
painful shoes; for him she’d ignore the pain in her body, ignore the burn marks that covered
most of her back, because that was what you did for love, right?

“Here,” Ryder handed her an orange cocktail, and she took a hesitant sip, tasting peach and
orange.

“Sex on the beach?”

“Yeah, your favourite, right?” He said passively, ordering himself a rum and coke.

Skylar said nothing but chewed at the inside of her cheek; sex on the beach had been her
favourite drink in her freshman year of university, but now her preferred drink was a mojito.
Something she had told her boyfriend a multitude of times and had ordered many, many times
in front of him – in fact, she couldn’t even recall the last time she’d ordered the orange and
peach cocktail. Was she surprised? No. Was she disappointed? It was hard to tell at that
point.

“Cheer up, would ya?” Ryder harshly whispered to her under his breath. “You look fucking
miserable like you’re at a funeral.”

Skylar sighed and pasted on the smile he loved so much her fake smile. She knew he wanted
her to portray a certain image, knew he felt that he had a reputation to uphold, and of course,
she knew her real purpose in being there; it was to be a trophy for him to parade around to
his old platoon mates – she was nothing more than a piece of arm candy.

Ryder’s eyes suddenly lit up and he stood up, setting his drink on the bar top. “Sergeant!
Captain! Glad you could make it.” They did the typical masculine handshake-hug hybrid and
pulled apart.

“Good to see you, Private, glad to see you’re doing well.” The taller one said he was
handsome in a typical all-American male kind of way, with blond hair and blue eyes and
muscles, he would definitely fit in in LA.

The other man, the one with the dark hair and stunning electric blue eyes rolled his eyes.
“Had nothing better to do.” He seemed to enjoy the way Ryder’s expression had dropped.
“So, are we getting drinks, or not?”

“Y-Yes, of course, Sarge. This, by the way, is my girlfriend that I’ve always been telling you
about. Skylar Stark, meet Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James Barnes.” Ryder made
the introductions, almost seeming as though he were hiding behind his girlfriend.

Skylar maintained that perfect society smile, noting how Ryder had felt the need to include
her surname for some reason; usually, when she met new people, she avoided revealing her
last name until she felt comfortable. “It’s so nice to meet you both. I’ve heard so much about
both of you.” She lied – Ryder never talked about his time overseas, but it didn’t really
matter.

The blond one, Steve smiled at her, and Skylar felt her heart melt a little as she beheld him.
“Likewise. Thank you for making our Private here so happy.”

She smiled bashfully, looking away, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; she didn’t
think she made Ryder that happy anymore. “Shall we get some drinks?”

Skylar sat alone at the bar a few hours later, feeling more miserable than ever, but she would
bear it because of Ryder; it was worth it because of Ryder. Speaking of him, her loving
boyfriend had abandoned her a few hours ago and was now flirting with a variety of girls
throughout the bar, and she caught the exchange of phones several times, she knew what that
must’ve meant.

It bothered her, of course, it bothered her, but instead of getting upset, instead of causing a
scene, she simply ordered another drink - a mojito that time - and made sure it was a double
(part of her questioned whether a triple would be necessary at that point) and gone on her
phone, scrolling mindlessly through her social media pages. She was so engrossed in it that
she didn’t even notice when two figures appeared on either side of her at the bar, and when
she finally did notice, she jumped.

“O-Oh, C-Captain, Sergeant! Apologies, I didn’t notice you.” Skylar sputtered, putting her
phone away promptly. Just then the bartender set her strong cocktail down before her and
Skylar couldn’t help but down half of it in one go.

Captain Rogers smiled kindly down at her. “No worries, ma’am, are you doing alright if you
don’t mind me asking?”

Skylar blinked and began to nervously fiddle with a lock of her hair. “I-It’s complicated.”

Sergeant Barnes chuckled darkly and glanced over to where Ryder was currently surrounded
by women, one even on his lap. “Does that have something to do with it, doll?”

Skylar sighed and put her elbows on the bar, refraining from putting her face in her hands. “I
did say it was complicated.”

Captain Rogers gestured to the bar stool beside her. “May I?”

Skylar nodded passively. “Go for it, sit wherever you like.”

The two sat on either side of her and went back and forth staring at Ryder and his circle of
women.

“Ma’am, if you don’t mind, why are you with that man?” Captain Rogers asked slowly, the
bartender placing his drink before him and the Sergeant.

Skylar sighed, staring longingly at her boyfriend. “It’s quite easy, Captain. I’m in love with
him.”

“Don’t they always say that love isn’t always enough?” Sergeant Barnes wondered aloud.

Skylar smiled sadly. “That they do. But sometimes love becomes almost masochistic; I love
him so much I don’t care if he hurts me.”

The two military men looked at one another and then back at Skylar.

“Ma’am, a woman like you deserves nothing but happiness; a woman like you should never
be sad or scared, especially at the hands of her partner.” Captain Rogers said, sipping his
dark cocktail.
Skylar smiled bitterly. “What makes you think I’m one of those girls that deserves
happiness?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” Captain Rogers said rather nobly.

Sergeant Barnes frowned. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you deserve happiness, doll.”

“But not everyone deserves happiness. Not everyone gets their happily ever after. Not
everyone has their dreams come true. Not everyone has a happy, pure, romantic love. And
that’s okay because that’s the nature of life.” Skylar said, almost philosophically. “I would do
anything for Ryder because I love him more than I love myself.”

Captain Rogers appeared a little bewildered. “Sweetheart, how old are you?”

Skylar reached for her mojito and took a leisurely sip. “Just turned twenty-one.”

The Sergeant began chuckling a little. “You’re so young, doll, you’ve got plenty of time to
find the right person. Don’t settle for less than you deserve.”

She unconsciously touched her neck, where there was a lovely collar in the shape of fingers
embedded into her flesh, and while she was wearing a high neckline, some of her hair was
brushed aside, unveiling the marks to the outside world.

“Sweetheart,” the captain said slowly. “Has Private Brown ever… harmed you in any
way?”

Skylar blinked and quickly brushed her hair back into place. “I-I don’t know what you’re
talking about, Captain. H-He would never…”

Her case was not helped by the fact that Ryder chose that exact moment to reappear, slinging
an arm across his girlfriend’s shoulders, and she positively flinched, practically cowering
into Sergeant Barnes. But she quickly righted herself and slid back into the role of the doting
girlfriend, doing her best not to tremble. She slid back into being that doll, and put the mask
back on.

Private Ryder Brown always loved Skylar’s fake smile most; it was the smile he’d fallen in
love with. Whereas Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James Barnes loved what was
underneath it all, the vulnerable side of herself that she so rarely revealed.

Skylar licked her lips nervously as she shook the memory from her mind; anything
related to Ryder always brought unpleasant shudders to her body.

Steve looked at her and smiled sympathetically, wrapping an arm around her waist
and giving her a comforting squeeze. “Sorry, sweetheart. We won’t let that man hurt you.”
 Skylar went rigid in their arms. “What makes you think he hurt me?” She said it
automatically, robotically.

Steve and Bucky shared a look. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,
doll.” Bucky eventually said.

Skylar said nothing but picked up her cocktail once more and took a hearty sip; by
that point, the lull of the gin had begun to set in and she felt a bit more relaxed, although not
as relaxed as she’d prefer. After a second, Skylar tilted her head and slung the rest of the
cocktail to her throat, needing the liquid courage to help her.

Bucky chuckled but ordered her another one, saying nothing; they were waiting,
waiting for her response, her reaction to the memory, to their revelation.

Skylar sat up straight and took a deep breath. “So, let me get this straight. You’ve
been in love with me for years because of stories my boyfriend shared and the one time you
met me. Which really means you fell in love with the version of me he shared and one
conversation. I’m sorry, just, do you see how ludicrous this is?”

Steve tugged her into his lap, her dress riding up on her thighs and Steve’s large hands
settled on her wide hips, squeezing her a little. “Sweetheart, all we’re asking for is a chance.
A chance of you being our girl.”

Skylar went rigid again in his lap. “You both want to date me?”

Bucky shifted closer to her, his hands tangled in her hair as he pulled her face towards
his and kissed her again, his lips, teeth, and tongue doing positively wicked things to her
body and soul.

When he pulled away he was grinning, and Skylar was pliant again.

“But how would this even work? And you’re my father’s enemy, and why do you
even want a stable relationship? Don’t most men fantasize about a different girl every night?
And you’re okay with sharing me? No jealousy?” Skylar rapidly fired her questions, feeling
overwhelmed and the gin was doing nothing to alleviate it.

“Shh, princess, shh.” Steve soothed, stroking her cheek lovingly. “Let us explain. If
you’re concerned about our business relationship with your father, then that can be easily
remedied. We’ll start working on an alliance, then you won’t have to worry, sound okay,
baby?”

Skylar whimpered a little but nodded, silently telling him to go on. Meanwhile,
Bucky’s hands began to wander her body aimlessly, stroking the dip in her waist and the flare
of her hips, the curve of her breast and the arch of her neck; it was incredibly distracting, and
Skylar kept fighting shudders and shivers of pleasure.

Steve continued to stroke her hair and continued. “Buck and I are very comfortable
with one another, sweetheart, and neither of us would be jealous of the other monopolizing
your time. We’d figure it out as we go along, take it easy, and take it slow. And no, not all
men fantasize about a different woman every night; for Buck and me, we’ve always been
after one woman, a girl we can spoil.”

Just then the waitress returned with a tray of cocktails, handing them to their
respective patrons, and then disappearing just like before. Skylar did not hesitate to down her
entire cocktail in one go; this conversation was going to be the end of her.

“I-I, I’m speechless, to be honest. It’s not that I’m not attracted to both of you,
because I think we can all agree I am,” she gestured to her position on Steve’s lap. “But I’ve
never even thought of the prospect of having two boyfriends, I don’t know how that would
work, I’m sorry.”

She made to slide off of Steve’s lap, but the gangster held firm.

“Doll, you’re forgetting who we are, aren’t you?” Bucky drawled, lounging back
against the couch.

Skylar looked at him a little fearfully. “W-what are you talking about?”

Steve smiled a lazy smile, a predator’s smile. “Sweetheart, what Buck is saying is
we’re used to getting our way. So don’t worry about that pretty little head of yours. You’ll be
ours, one way or another.”

Skylar tensed and tried to scramble away again, but Steve held firm. “Where do you
think you’re going?” He asked with that same, lazy, predatory smile.

“I want to go home now. You’re… you’re scaring me.” She admitted, hoping her
candor would work in her favour.

Steve began to draw lazy circles on her hips, squeezing the soft flesh and Skylar
couldn’t deny the rush of wetness between her legs; it didn’t help either that Steve took that
moment to grind his hips against hers slightly and she gasped, and involuntary moan slipping
out and she reached out for his shoulders for support.

Steve grinned. “Say, Buck, think our girl enjoys being dominated.” He said, his
fingers dipping between her legs, getting a taste of the dampness at her core. Skylar jumped
at the contact and couldn’t help but circle her hips into his touch.

Bucky’s eyes lit up. “Oh, she does, does she?” His hands reached out, fingers also
dipping between her legs, easily slipping past her flimsy thong as he reached her slippery
entrance.

Skylar let out a moan as both of the boys began to simultaneously rub and tease her
delicate folds. “Please.”

Steve began to pepper kisses along her neck, ghosting across her jawline and up to the
shell of her ear. “Please, what, sweetheart?” He asked in a deep, husky voice.

Bucky began to kiss the other side of her neck hungrily. “You gotta use your words,
baby doll,” Bucky said in a low, gravelly voice.
 Skylar whimpered as they continued to tease her entrance, tickling her clit; applying
pressure but not enough for the knot of desire within her to build to the crescendo that she’d
been craving.

Then, a dose of reality washed over her all at once. She wasn’t sure what triggered it,
but something did, and suddenly Skylar was stumbling back in her heels, snatching her purse
up as she shakily regarded the gangsters before her, feeling frustrated; how dare they try and
manipulate her with sex?

“A word of advice, Captain and Sergeant,” Skylar said in a shaky voice as she backed
away. “I don’t take well to being controlled. I’ll think your proposal over. But now I am
going home.”

She pivoted on her heel but didn’t make it to the door.

She didn’t know how they had moved that fast, she truly didn’t. But one second she
was standing, turning for the door, the next she was being hoisted into one of their arms, lips
descending hungrily onto hers. Skylar gasped and spluttered into the kiss, her hands fisting in
long hair -- Bucky, then. His hands were firmly cupping the globes of her ass, massaging the
tender flesh as he kissed her, as he consumed her. Then, behind her, she could feel another
pair of lips on her neck, sucking and nipping at the thin skin there, the sensitive skin. Steve
nibbled at her neck, at all the sweet spots, certainly leaving marks in his wake as he kissed
her vigorously.

The next second, she was in the switched position; she was in Steve’s arms, her legs
around his waist, and Bucky’s lips were greedily assaulting the column of her throat. Skylar
moaned into the kiss, desperately trying to pull herself close, closer to both of them
simultaneously.

Eventually, however, they had to pull away, they had to breathe properly. And when Steve
pulled back from Skylar, he looked down into her pretty blue eyes and smiled a little,
brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Don’t you see, sweetheart?” He asked quietly. “You’re ours.”

Skylar bit her swollen bottom lip. “I-I belong to myself.”

Bucky chuckled, and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. “You can belong to more
than one person, doll. You belong to yourself, sure, but you also belong to us.” He spanked
her bare bottom firmly. “You’re ours, doll.”
Skylar gasped and squirmed in Steve’s arms. “P-Please let me down.”

Steve ignored her and nuzzled the soft skin of her neck, “you smell so good,
sweetheart, doesn’t she, Buck?”

Sure enough, Bucky was appearing on her other side, nuzzling her neck and shoulder
affectionately, and eliciting a pleasant shiver from Skylar. “You still want us to let you down,
doll?”
Skylar whimpered. “I-I don’t know.”
 Steve chuckled, pressing his lips to her collarbones teasingly. “I think you do,
sweetheart. I think you know exactly what you want to do, you’re just afraid.”

Skylar’s eyes flashed open, and she squirmed in Steve’s arms. “Okay, now I’m
serious. Put me down. Now.”

The firmness in her tone, the finality of it, made Steve gently set her on her own two
feet, waiting to let go until she was steady in her tall stilettos. Skylar straightened her dress
and hair and nodded resolutely to herself.

“Thank you. I’ll… I’ll answer you eventually. I need time.” She refused to look at
either of them, instead turned away and towards the door.

“We’d never hurt you, doll; I’d rather die than lay my hands on you and I know Stevie
feels the same. But we won’t wait forever. We’re used to getting our way, doll, and we fully
intend on getting what we want, one way or another.” Bucky said, darkness coating his
words.

“And what we want, is you.” Steve finished, crossing his impressive arms over that
equally impressive chest of his.

Skylar said nothing but turned away and walked out of the private room with as much
dignity as she could. It was too much, the memories kept coming back and they wouldn’t
stop.

She focussed on putting one foot in front of the other, focussed on it until she was out
the door altogether and then suddenly Parker was there, asking her if she was alright. Skylar
said nothing just stood there, clutching her purse to her chest, wobbling in her heels a little.
She remained unresponsive and Parker eventually scooped her in his arms and carried her to
the awaiting car; a move that Steve and Bucky did not miss as they watched to make sure that
their girl got home alright. As they looked at one another, a thought passed between them, a
thought of whether that Parker kid was going to be an issue, was going to be an obstacle in
getting what they wanted.

Chapter End Notes

Next Chapter !

Sky & her friend's return to Winter

Steve used his index finger to tilt her chin up, forcing her striking blue eyes to meet his
own blue eyes. “You’re our girl, sweetheart. We’re gonna be taking care of you from
now on.”
Skylar playfully pouted in his lap. “Does that mean I’m not allowed to get blackout
drunk anymore?”

“Yes,” Steve said automatically.

“No,” Bucky said at the same time.

The two men looked at one another in surprise. Bucky grinned good-naturedly. “C’mon,
Stevie, a good time never killed anyone.”
 Endearment
Chapter Summary

Sky & MJ return to Winter

Smut incoming

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

October

Skylar hated how affected she was by Steve and Bucky, hated how her thoughts were
consumed with thoughts of them, and how it would possibly work between the three of them.
It aroused her to no end to find out that those two primordial sex gods were interested in her -
- talk about a boost for her self-confidence.

She easily managed to get Parker to keep her actions that night hush hush - it seemed
as though the poor kid was terrified of her - and things between her father and mother were
smooth as ever. But then of course Skylar would start thinking of Bucky and Steve again, and
how they were her father’s enemy, and yet for her, to have her, they were prepared to form an
alliance with her father. Something in her gut told her that if she did go through with it, her
father would not be as easy to sway over.

Then of course, there was the matter of the gifts.

Each day, first thing each morning a new present would arrive at Stark Tower
courtesy of her new suitors. The gifts were a variety of luxury items: designer clothes and
shoes and handbags, intricate and simple jewellery and cosmetics. How they knew all of her
sizes (even her ring size? Truly, how did they do that?) she had no idea, but she tried to not be
freaked out by their actions and instead feel pleased with them. She hated to admit it, but it
was easy to be happy about being showered in lavish things, especially when said things were
from the hottest men on the planet.

A few weeks later, Skylar was preparing to out again with her friends, and MJ had
actually suggested they go back to Winter, the nightclub owned by the boys out in Brooklyn.

Skylar froze as she was applying false lashes to her eyes. “You want to go back
there?”
 MJ shrugged. “I had a good time; booze wasn’t too pricey, and I know for a fact that
you had a great time.” Her friend laughed, waggling her eyebrows a little.

Skylar rolled her eyes; if only her friend truly knew about what she’d gotten herself
into that night, or rather who.

Her phone ringing distracted her, and she hunted through her large bedroom in her
parent’s penthouse, which was strewn with clothing and handbags and shoes. “I picked last
time, so honestly wherever you want to go.”

She figured she’d ditch Parker somewhere along the way if they did indeed go back to
Winter; she’d gotten good at losing the kid and she also suspected the kid was too scared of
her to dare cross her wishes.

“A-hah!” She declared as she found her ringing phone beneath a pile of discarded
dresses. She didn’t recognize the number, but she answered it anyways. Big mistake.

“Hello?” She said, putting the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she walked back to
the bathroom to finish her makeup.

“Hey, doll.”
She froze, nearly dropping her phone; she could tell just from those two words who it
was on the other end. “How did you get my number?” She asked, trying to keep her voice
light.

Bucky chuckled on the other end. “We have our ways, doll. Heard you’re going out
tonight.”

Skylar froze again, heart pounding in her chest and she couldn’t tell if it was from fear
or arousal. “How did you… how did you find out about that?”

“I told you, we have our ways, doll.” He said smoothly. “Come to Winter, you’re
already on the list. Bring your friends, I don’t care. All that matters is you’ll be screaming my
and Stevie’s names tonight as we pound into that tight body of yours, sound good, doll?”

Skylar felt herself sway on her feet as desire flooded her. “I told you, I needed time, space to
decide.”

He chuckled; it was dark and sensual, like a caress. “You already know what you want, doll.
You’ve known for a while. We can make you a queen in this city.”

Skylar whimpered. “Please, Bucky… I don’t… I can’t-”

“Shh, baby doll, you’re okay. Think you can as Daddy says?”

Skylar whimpered again in answer, her core clenching unconsciously.

“Good girl. You’re going to wear one of the dresses we picked out for you, in fact everything
you’re wearing better be hand-picked by us, understand?”
“Yes,” Skylar said rather breathily. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.” He praised. “You’re going to come in the car we send for you; your friends are
welcome to join you. Then you’re going to come to the club, have two drinks at the bar, I
don’t care what, and then you’re going to wait for us.”

Skylar caught a glance of her friend, MJ, sipping on a glass of wine and it knocked some
sense back into her. “I’m taking my own car; you don’t own me, Sergeant Barnes.”

“I have no intention of owning you, baby doll, what matters to me is that you belong to me.
Make sense?”

Skylar shook her head clearing her thoughts. “Isn’t that the same thing? Either way, it’s not
happening, goodbye.”
She hung up then.

Winter was positively thrumming when Skylar eventually arrived that evening, MJ on
her arm. The two girls quickly flocked to the bar and ordered a series of shots in procession;
Bucky had instructed she drink only two drinks, but they weren’t the boss of her, so she had
three, even debated a fourth. Was she petty? Yes. Was she still going to do it? Also yes.

She could feel the eyes of men on her and MJ as they milled about the nightclub,
could feel them stalking them like they were their prey. But that was where they were wrong,
for it was truthfully Sky and MJ that were the predators, they that would make them bend to
their will. And then Skylar saw him, the perfect man for her plan to be put into motion.

He was handsome in an all-American boy sort of way, very California with cropped
blond hair and muscles -- although he was nowhere near as built as Bucky and Steve were.
The boy’s eyes were dark in the club light, most likely brown but he had a charming smile,
and she sort of enjoyed the feeling of his eyes drinking her in, raking up and down her body.

He approached her while MJ and her were still at the bar, and he easily began chatting
her up, offering to purchase the girls’ third drink of the night which they took him up on.
When he began phase two of their little dance, the touching phase, Skylar found herself
actually leaning into his touch, but not because she wanted to or liked him, but because she
knew that Steve and Bucky had eyes on her, they’d probably had eyes on her the moment
she’d stepped through the doors of Winter.

When the guy - Kyle, she’d learned his name was, typical surfer boy name - asked her if
she’d wanted to dance she’d agreed, MJ not too far from her, although she was on the arm of
an incredibly handsome man with chocolate skin and braided hair. And thus, Skylar began to
dance. She circled her hips and writhed to the music, swaying her hips with the beat. She
practically climbed Kyle like a tree, slithering her body up and down his as she ground
herself against him enticingly. Kyle seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, and his hands
wandered aimlessly around her body, occasionally pausing to grope at her breasts or her ass.
Skylar had just pulled back to press her lips against his when it happened, when the bouncers
or security or whatever grabbed Kyle by the scruff of his shirt and roughly grabbed Skylar’s
upper arm, hauling them towards the back private rooms wordlessly.

Skylar cried out and called out to MJ, but her voice got lost in the music, in the
crowd, and soon enough she was being dragged further and further away, although she had a
pretty good as to where she was headed.

Skylar was hauled into the private rooms once again, the poor man she’d been
dancing with trembling beside her as he looked around him. She was immediately lifted into
a set of burly arms, Steve.

Bucky on the other hand was glaring at the man who’d grabbed Skylar. With barely
any thought, the dark haired gangster whipped out his gun and fired one clean shot between
the man’s eyes. He collapsed into a heap and immediately, as if this happened often, two men
stepped forward to remove the body.

Steve was stroking Skylar hair soothingly. “I’m sorry you had to see such a thing,
princess. He should have never laid his hands on you.”

“St-Steve what’s happening?” Skylar asked tearfully as she squirmed in his arms as
he brought her towards the couches, the man she’d been dancing with still on his knees, held
at gunpoint.

Steve stroked her cheek tenderly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we aren’t mad at you, we
could never be mad at you. Just like we’ll never hurt you, understand, princess?”

Skylar glanced over at the man on the ground. “Please let him go, Steve, he’s done
nothing wrong.”

“‘Nothing wrong’?” Bucky quoted, shaking his head. “Think this man has done
enough damage, Stevie?”

On the couches, with Skylar in his lap, appearing as the primordial god he so often
seemed to be, Steve chuckled darkly, his fingers fiddling with the short hem of her
Balenciaga dress. “I’d say it’s a crime worthy of death.”

The colour drained from Skylar’s face. “N-No, please. He didn’t do anything, it’s my
fault.” She begged Steve, figuring he was the more reasonable of the two.

Steve stroked her hair softly, studying her face intently. Then, without looking away
from her face, he raised his other arm and fired his own gun so fast that Kyle was dead before
Skylar could even look around.

Skylar was from a mafia family, and even she knew how to wield a gun, but her
parents (father in particular) had worked hard to ensure that Skylar was kept away from most
of the violence that went with their lifestyle.
 Before she could say anything else, Steve crushed his lips to her, nipping and gnawing
at her lips, his tongue easily plundering her mouth. Skylar quickly lost herself in the kiss (it
was probably also the three drinks she’d had at the bar), the music and thrum of the club
around her was electric and she felt turned on and wanted them, both of them.

Before she could even call his name, Bucky was beside her, his lips attached to her
neck, in search of the sweet spot that always seemed to reduce her to a puddle, his hands
fiddling with her back, in search of a zipper.

Skylar flushed a little at the thought of what he’d find when he’d unzipped her; nothing at all.
She’d heeded his instructions and worn no panties, and well, the style of the dress couldn’t
permit a bra, thus beneath the dress she was technically naked. That was not something she
was entirely mad at, at that moment, however.

Bucky finished with the zipper, and then unceremoniously tugged the fabric up and over her
head, baring her entire body to them. She didn’t have time to feel self-conscious, because the
next second, Bucky was pulling her from Steve’s lap and depositing her in his own. His
hands were all over her bare skin, exploring the previously hidden areas as Skylar used the
position to grind her bare hips down against Bucky’s, relishing in the feel of the hardened
ridge of his cock straining against the zipper of his pants.

Steve pulled her head away from Bucky’s re-attaching his own lips to hers. Skylar moaned
into the kiss as Bucky’s dexterous fingers began to tweak and pull at her sensitive nipples.
She could feel Steve’s hands travelling lower, lower, until his fingers were grazing against
her clit, sending an electric jolt through her.

Skylar suddenly pulled back and blinked, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. “Wait, I
am not having sex with you at a nightclub like this.”

The two men looked at one another, having a silent conversation, evidently.

“That’s easily remedied, doll.” Bucky said, rising to his feet and setting Skylar down
gently. Next second he was shrugging out of his black suit jacket and draping it over Skylar’s
shoulders, doing up one of the buttons so that she was entirely covered up.

Skylar stared at him in confusion, “you want me to wear this out of the club?”
“You’ll be out there for two minutes, tops, doll. Then we’ll make sure things are nice
and private.” Bucky said, slinging an arm over her shoulder.

Steve grabbed her purse for her whilst Bucky steered her out of the private rooms,
back into the noise of the club. As they were passing by, Skylar spotted MJ, still dancing with
the same guy from before.

MJ spotted Skylar and she raised an eyebrow at her outfit change. “Should I even
comment on the fact that you’re only wearing a man’s jacket right now, or no?”

Skylar glanced down at her red stilettos and the black jacket. “Er- probably not?”
 MJ chuckled then glanced behind Skylar, noting the two giant men eyeing her
hungrily. “Should I comment on the fact that there are two men behind you, or nah?”

“Probably not.” Skylar repeated, giggling a little, then she sobered. “Are you going to
be okay getting home?”

MJ smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry about me; I’m done drinking for the night, and
I still have the car waiting. You have my location and I’ll text when I’m home -- you do the
same, please.”

Skylar squeezed her friend’s hand warmly and then turned to the guy MJ was with.
“Treat her well, alright?”

He grinned. “I’ll keep her safe, don’t worry.”

MJ rolled her eyes but mouthed ‘go’ again, and then turned back to her chosen partner
for the night.

Skylar then did the same, turning back to Bucky and Steve, and the two gangsters led
her out of the crowded, thrumming nightclub, where a black limo was waiting. Skylar
swallowed a little uncertainly; was she really going through with this? If her father ever
found out… when he found out, he was going to kill her, plain and simple. The question
would be, would the two of them be worth it?

“Doll?” Bucky called when she didn’t move. “You coming?”

Skylar shook the thoughts from her head. “Have any more alcohol?”

Steve merely chuckled and helped her into the limousine. “Easy there, sweetheart, we
want you to remember everything that happens tonight.”

Skylar pursed her lips as she regarded Steve as he, too, slipped into the luxury
vehicle. “And why would you want me to remember everything, hmm, Captain Rogers?”

Steve tugged Skylar over to him so that she was straddling his lap, Bucky’s jacket
falling open and revealing her the creamy skin of her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.
Skylar gasped and grasped onto Steve’s broad shoulders to stabilize herself, feeling herself
dampen between the legs.

Steve used his index finger to tilt her chin up, forcing her striking blue eyes to meet
his own blue eyes. “You’re our girl, sweetheart. We’re gonna be taking care of you from now
on.”

Skylar playfully pouted in his lap. “Does that mean I’m not allowed to get blackout
drunk anymore?”

“Yes.” Steve said automatically.

“No.” Bucky said at the same time.

The two men looked at one another in surprise. Bucky grinned good-naturedly.
“C’mon, Stevie, a good time never killed anyone.”
 Steve stroked Skylar’s heated cheek. “We’ll talk about that later. But look at this
sweetheart, complete,” he pressed a kiss to her neck. “And utter,” another open-mouthed kiss
to her collarbones. “Privacy.” He pressed his lips finally to her lips rather deliciously, and
Skylar found herself playfully nipping back at his lips, returning the battle for dominance
more than usual.

Bucky’s fingers hungrily pulled and tore away his jacket from her body, his fingers
tweaking her nipples delicately and groping the curve of her ass.

Skylar gasped for air as she pulled away, Steve and Bucky taking the opportunity to
press their lips to either side of her neck, their fingers alternating between the curvature of her
breasts and the apex of her thighs, the dampness soaking Steve’s pantleg. “W-Wait.” She
gasped out, needing air, needing a chance to breathe, a sense of clarity.

They pulled away instantly, although their hands remained plastered to her body,
stroking her skin, and eliciting small shudders of pleasure from her. “I-” she tried again but
she just felt… overwhelmed was the appropriate word. “Can we… slow down a bit?”

The boys’ expressions softened immediately.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Steve said sweetly, and he draped Bucky’s jacket over her
shoulders for warmth, pulling her tight against his body.

Bucky pulled Skylar from Steve’s lap so that she was in between them, and he slung
an arm across her shoulders. “Whatever you want, doll.” He pressed a kiss to her hair,
smoothing it back a little.

Steve leaned down and scooped up Skylar’s legs, bringing them back into his lap,
where he deftly unstrapped her high stilettos, kneading the ball of her foot tenderly,
massaging the ache away.

Skylar leaned back into Bucky’s touch, and she even went as far as to pull Bucky’s
other hand into her lap, playing with his fingers a little. “I feel a little overwhelmed, if I’m
being honest.”

“About what, sweetheart?” Steve asked, massaging her ankle gently.

Skylar looked up at them, carefully looking over the two men in front of her. If she
had to put it into words, it was a strange and complex mixture of the fact that they were her
father’s enemy, but also because of how deadly they were; it was an interesting paradox, as
with her they were only tender and soft. Then again, didn’t that also describe her father as
well? Tony Stark was a doting and loving father, yet even he too, could be ruthless and
deadly at times, and Skylar had even seen it first-hand before.

Perhaps then, she was overwhelmed because it was two of them, it was two of them
that wanted her and two that also wanted to be with her. “How does this work?” She finally
decided to say. “With the three of us?”
 Bucky smiled that same lazy, predatory smile that was so enchanting, so compelling,
it made Skylar’s insides melt and ooze inside of her. “However, you want it to, doll. You can
be with us one at a time, together, whatever you choose.”

“It’s always your choice with us, sweetheart.” Steve added gently, running a hand
through her disheveled hair.

Skylar was silent for a few moments. “Where are we going?”

Steve cupped her cheek, and she couldn’t help but nuzzle into the touch. “We’re going
to our place out in Brooklyn, princess.”

“It’ll be your home soon enough.” Bucky added, a sinister edge to his voice.

Skylar ignorantly chose to ignore it and instead turned back to Steve. “How long until
we get there?”

Bucky smiled a lazy smile. “Why do you ask, doll?”

Skylar bit her bottom lip; it was swollen and a little tender and all of her lip-gloss had
long-since smeared away. Then, in a bold move, she swung herself onto Bucky’s lap,
wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her lips to his rather intensely. Bucky
responded eagerly, his hands easily sliding underneath his jacket, which was precariously
draped over her shoulders still, his large palms smoothing greedily over his creamy skin.
Skylar purred into the kiss and arched into him, evidently enjoying the feel of his hands
against her skin.

Then, with precise control, Skylar pulled away, doing everything within her power to
act unaffected by the intense kiss. “Maybe I wanted to know how much time I have to do
things like that.”

Bucky grinned, knocking his coat further askew, until it fell from her shoulders
altogether onto the floor of the limo. Steve tugged Skylar backwards, forcing her to twist so
that she was half in Bucky’s lap and half in Steve’s; Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips
to Skylar’s just as forcefully, his hands sliding along her ribcage, ghosting underneath the
curve of her breasts, making her shiver in delight.

“I want you,” she said breathlessly then, decidedly, looking between the two of them.
“One of you, please, or both.”

“We’ll go easy on you the first time, doll, sound like a plan?” Bucky asked, shifting
Skylar over completely to Steve’s lap.

Steve, meanwhile, had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling his
hardened cock out, and Skylar swore her mouth watered a little when she saw it. He was
definitely bigger than any of her exes, easily, and it was almost intimidating, but Skylar was
too far gone, too consumed by lust at that point to care or be intimidated.
 Steve held Skylar’s hips above his own, positioning the head of his cock against the
lips of her pussy, staring into her blue eyes for confirmation. Skylar only kissed him and
lowered herself onto his cock, slowly, carefully, indulgently. Steve hissed a little as he
entered her tight entrance, Skylar letting out a whimper of her own as they were joined.
Behind her, a pair of calloused fingers were toying with her taught nipples, pinching, and
rolling and flicking them, heightening Skylar’s pleasure altogether. While she was distracted
by Bucky’s expert hands, he dipped down and claimed her lips in a heated kiss, swallowing
all her moans as Steve lifted her up and down on his cock.

It didn’t take much for Skylar to fall apart. She had already been teetering on that
edge almost the entire night, and the joint sensations of Steve’s cock plunging in and out of
her, rubbing tenderly against that special spot deep within her whilst Bucky’s expert fingers
stimulated her nipples, caressed her other erogenous zones. So, it didn’t surprise her when
she quickly reached her climax, the moment when she fell over the edge and her inner
muscles clenched around Steve’s cock, milking him greedily as a ball of euphoria and
adrenaline unravelling deep within her, electrifying her entire nervous system.

Skylar was a ragdoll after that, practically limp in Steve and Bucky’s arms. She was so lost in
euphoric bliss that she barely registered Steve spilling his seed deep inside of her, barely
registered being transferred to Bucky’s awaiting lap, his cock lining up at her entrance and
plunging inside in one swift thrust. Skylar was so lost that so only resurfaced to reality right
when Bucky brought her to the edge yet again, and she fell apart all over again, the cycle
promptly repeating itself. This time, Skylar collapsed against Bucky’s broad, hard chest,
enjoying the feel of his warmth and the lull of his steady heartbeat. When Bucky too, spilled
inside of her, Skylar shuddered in delight, cuddling up against Bucky’s warmth.

Bucky chuckled, reaching out a hand to softly stroke her hair. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t
you, doll?”

Skylar murmured something incoherently in response, nuzzling her head against his hard
pectoral muscles.

Steve smiled a little, reaching down and grabbing Bucky’s discarded jacket, slinging it across
her shoulder’s once more as she began to shiver a little; it was October, after all. He glanced
out the tinted windows; “we’re here, sweetheart. Time to get up.”

Skylar whined in response, still feeling entirely boneless and mushy from her concentric
orgasms. “Too sleepy, can’t move.”

Steve swooped down and swept Skylar into his arms, wrapping Bucky’s jacket securely
around her and ensuring she was properly covered. “This way, princess. Looks like it’s time
for bed.”

Considering the time of almost three o’clock in the morning, the large manor was empty and
dark. Steve and Bucky hastily swept her through the halls and corridors towards what looked
to be one of their rooms.

Steve set Skylar delicately down on the large bed and she looked around with clear interest.
“My room.” Steve admitted, rubbing the back of his neck almost bashfully.

Bucky shrugged, unbuttoning his button-up shirt. “He just has the bigger bed, doll. You want
a bath? Shower?”

“Can I have a shower?” Skylar requested a little shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Alone.” She added as an after-thought.

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” Steve tenderly leaned down and pressed a kiss
to her forehead, then went to the adjoined bathroom, and soon the sound of a shower running
was heard.

Skylar smiled and she stood up, barefoot from Steve’s foot massage in the limo, and she
unwrapped Bucky’s jacket from her body, enjoying the feeling of their eyes on her bare skin
as she tauntingly left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Alone at last, Skylar stepped under the spray of the hot water, scrubbing off her makeup and
washing the sweat and grime from her skin. Actually washing her body probably took about
two minutes, but Skylar stayed under the spray longer, contemplating her life’s decisions and
how she’d gotten to that point in her life. She couldn’t tell if dating two guys was an upgrade
from dating one homicidal one, although that seemed like a question for therapy later,
instead. Skylar spun around under the water spray, letting the hot water beat against her back.
She just couldn’t wrap her head around this, it felt like one of those scenarios that was too
good to be true; how could fate have led her to a toxic man, only for her to discover two just
as ruthless men, however these men only showed her kindness and care. She couldn’t shake it
from her mind, that the other shoe was going to drop soon, especially because there were so
many unknown variables at that point too; she had no idea how her father and mother would
respond, how it would even work between the three of them, so many unknowns.

Skylar dipped her face into the warm spray again. At that point in time, she needed to just go
with things. It was three in the morning, nothing could be resolved that night, so she may as
well go to bed. Her parents believed her to be staying over at MJ’s that night, and she’d
double checked to make sure that her GPS tracking was turned off.

Skylar turned off the hot water and hastily dried herself with a plush towel, only then
realizing that she had nothing to wear, but considering she hadn’t been wearing anything
when she’d walked into the bathroom, it wasn’t like she had anything else to change into.
Still feeling the effects from the cocktails and shots she’d consumed that night, Skylar
decided to be bold and left the bathroom as she’d come into it, without any clothes.

Bucky was shirtless and already under the covers on one end, Steve seated at the desk,
seemingly going through work emails on his laptop. When she opened the door and left the
bathroom, both of the men’s eyes drifted towards her, and lit up when they found her to still
not be wearing any clothing.

Bucky grinned and patted the space next to him in bed. “Got your spot nice and ready for
you, baby doll.”
Skylar smiled a little and quickly made her way over to the bed, crawling across the blankets
to reach the head of the bed so she could slide her legs underneath. Bucky was still grinning
that lazy, predatory smile, and he turned to face her, one of his palms ghosting over the
curvature of her body; the dip in her waist, curve of her hip, plumpness of her behind. Skylar
scooted closer to Bucky, shivering a little from the cold air. Bucky pulled the covers up over
her, tugging Skylar into his chest.

Whilst Steve was working, Bucky and Skylar were working on memorizing the lines of one
another’s bodies; tracing over scars, all of a different variety, their caresses light, as if they
could heal one another with just their touch alone. Skylar wasn’t aware of how much time
had passed, but soon enough, Steve was sliding into bed on her other side, and Skylar rolled
over, so she was facing him.

Skylar had to admit, up until then, she had never seen either of them shirtless, she
hadn’t seen even a hint of the muscles that surely lay beneath their clothes. And now that she
was seeing the reality of all of that strength, she was a little blown away, a little speechless. A
larger part of her than she cared to admit was sorely tempted to trace the lines of Steve
pectorals and abs, but she somehow refrained herself from doing so. Part of her wondered
stupidly if either of them could possibly feel the same way about her and her body; the
answer was obviously no.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” Steve asked softly, large hand stroking
her hair gently.

Skylar smiled and fiddled with the pendant on her necklace; it gave her something to
do with her hands. “I’m just still waiting to wake up and have this all have been some surreal
dream.”

On her other side, Bucky had scooted closer, his muscled arm wrapping around her
middle, fingers caressing the underside of her breast. “Why do you think it’s a dream, doll?”

Skylar reached back blindly with one arm, running her fingers through Bucky’s dark
hair, and the dark-haired man let out a low groan, shifting even closer to her. “I think it’s a
dream because this seems too good to be true. Besides, guys who look like you too never
want something serious.”

Steve chuckled a little, his fingers tracing the angle of her jaw, the slope of her neck.
“It’s real, sweetheart. Why do you think you don’t deserve happiness?”

Skylar froze, tensing rather noticeably. “Why do you think I feel that way?” She
whispered quietly.

Bucky began to draw swirls on her hip, smoothing his palm along her the curve of her
waist and down the flare of her thighs. “I think we’ve more than proved that we want you,
baby doll.” Bucky crooned in her ear. “Put a little trust in us, hmm? Think you can do that for
us, huh, baby?”

Skylar shuddered under their touch. It was her damn trust issues that was preventing her from
diving on into whatever this was. They didn’t even know the whole story yet; how could they
possibly care this much about her without even knowing about how damaged she was? The
truth behind her many scars?

Steve shushed her and brough her head to lay on his chest, right over his heartbeat. “Sleep,
sweetheart, it’s late.”

Skylar let out a rather contented sound and nestled closer to Steve, Bucky in turn shifting
closer to her, tightening the arm around her waist. The sensation of their bare skin pressed
against hers was incredibly comforting, and Skylar quickly found herself feeling sleepier and
sleepier.

The last thing she could recall before she completely succumbed to the lull of sleep was the
sensation of each of the boy’s pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and then it was only
oblivion.

Steve and Bucky watched contentedly as Skylar fell asleep, her breathing evening out as she
snuggled deeper into their embrace. After a few minutes, when they were certain she was
asleep, Steve turned to his long-time best friend. “Did you see the scars on her?”

Bucky began to trace some of the faded white lines along her hips and stomach, the burn
scars. “Counted them myself. Forty-six.” Bucky said in a dark, grave voice. Any idea how
she’d got them?”

Steve said nothing for a few minutes, just focussed on the sleeping girl in his arms, and he
brushed the hair out of her face tenderly. “I think I have an idea.”

“Private Ryder Brown?”

“Bullseye.” Steve said darkly, tightening her arm around his girl, their girl.

“What do you wanna do with him?” Bucky asked, absentmindedly combing his fingers
through Skylar’s long, dark hair.

Steve thought about it for a moment. “Nothing yet, not until we have concrete evidence at
least; she’ll get mad if we pry into her life too much before she’s given us privy.”
“I hate to say it, but this could be something Stark could help us with. We’d cover
more ground that way.”

“Stand down, Buck. We’ll deal with it when an issue arises, for now we say nothing.” Steve
said, voice firm.

Bucky sighed. “We’ll have Stark to deal with in the morning.”

 “It was going to happen eventually, but something tells me it won’t be an issue in the long
run.”

After a few moments of silence, Steve glanced up at his long-time best friend. “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah, Stevie?”

“When did you know? About Skylar?”

Bucky was quiet for a few moments. “It was in Afghanistan, Project Sandstorm, and we were
at our base, just outside of Ghazni; Major Brown was calling his girl as usual. I was passing
through and the Major asked me to keep his girl company on the phone for a second. Then I
was just trying to make conversation, you know, and I was cleaning my guns, and I had an…
episode, and she just… she just talked me through it.”

Bucky chuckled under his breath mirthlessly. “It was the strangest thing, she was probably
not even twenty years old, and she was talking me through a PTSD episode like some top-
notch psychiatrist. I knew after that. Confirmed when I met her, and she was the most
beautiful creature alive.”

“Seems as though she’s had experience with post-traumatic stress disorder.” Steve observed.

They both stared down at her scarred back, noting a large one that took up majority of her
shoulder blade that looked to be from a burn.

“No one’s going to hurt her again, Buck.” Steve said gently to his friend.

Bucky reached out and softly stroked her cheek, and in her sleep, Skylar turned into the
touch, letting out a content purr as she slept. Bucky smiled, feeling the softness of her skin
beneath his calloused fingertips. “Anyone who’d try to hurt our girl would be a dead man
walking.”

“She’s our girl.” Steve said into the darkness as Bucky switched off the light finally.

“She’s our girl.” Bucky repeated back.

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“Hi D-Daddy.” Skylar said, trying desperately to fight the waver in her voice.

“Hi, baby girl! How’re you going? Just checking in on my favourite girl.” Tony sounded
exceptionally cheery that morning; Skylar didn’t trust it for one second.

“I’m good. Drank responsibly last night for a change, sorry to disappoint you.”

“It’s alright, kid, there’s always next time. Besides I’m always proud of you.” Tony said
and Skylar held her breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Anyways, how’re your
two mobster boyfriends? They doin’ good?” There it was.

“Daddy, can I explain, please-”

“Oh, you will be explaining when you get home young lady. This was a courtesy call,
anyway, Vision is five minutes away; do not make him wait. That’s it, love you, baby
girl, tell your boyfriends I say ‘hello’.” Then he hung up.

Skylar blinked as she processed the phone call with her father. “He’s going to make me
a chastity belt after this, I just fucking know it.”
 Trepidation
Chapter Summary

Sky spends the morning in Brooklyn

Chapter Notes
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It was early when Sky awoke the next morning, too early. She whined and rolled into Steve’s
warmth as he sat up in bed. Sky snuggled against his chest and tried to pull him back to bed
to no avail. Steve leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, brushing aside tangled
hair.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He whispered into the dark; the sun wasn’t even up yet.

Sky whined again and nestled closer to him. “Where are you going?”

On her other side, an arm slung across her side, pulling her back into a hard, muscled chest.
“Don’t even bother, doll, Stevie always goes for a run at the crack of dawn.”

Steve leaned down and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”

Sky sighed. “Do you have to go?”

Steve chuckled, “I’ll be back soon. You and Buck should go back to sleep, though.”

Sky sighed. “What time is it?”

“Not even five in the fuckin’ morning,” Bucky grumbled on her other side, pulling her closer.

Steve stroked her hair gently. “It’s half past four in the morning, sweetheart; you should
sleep, we kept you up late last night.”

Skylar blinked. “Steve, that’s not even two hours of sleep. Come back to bed,
please?”

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart. I’ve got some work to do, as well. You stay with Buck.”

Skylar sighed eventually, giving in finally. “Alright, be safe, okay?”

Steve paused at her comment and then pressed a kiss to her lips, which Skylar sleepily
reciprocated. “Always, princess.”
 She turned back into Bucky’s warmth afterward, his arms wrapped tight around her.
Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead and tucked her head under his chin, their limbs tangled
together as Skylar essentially wrapped herself around Bucky.

But Skylar suddenly couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking about Steve, who had only
gotten a few hours of sleep and was going to be working at this hour. She should stop him,
right? Is that what a good girlfriend would do?

“Go to sleep, baby,” Bucky mumbled his eyes still closed. “You’re thinking too hard.”

“Will Steve be okay?” Skylar found herself asking.

Bucky nuzzled his nose against her hair. “He’ll be fine, he doesn’t sleep much. He
always says he’s most productive in the morning.”

Sky bit her lip. “But it’s not healthy.”

“Go to sleep, doll.” Bucky simply said, bringing her head to his chest.

Skylar eventually fell into a light slumber, dozing for perhaps an hour or so before she
finally decided to get up and check on Steve. It was nearing six in the morning and the sun
wasn’t even up yet, but Skylar found herself slipping out of Bucky’s grasp. She found one of
the boy’s button-up shirts discarded on the floor and she slipped it onto her shoulders, doing
up a couple of the buttons.

Skylar crept out of the door, peering down the hallway, and suddenly realized that she had no
idea where he could be, and this manor was huge. Skylar chewed at her bottom lip, and she
headed down the stairs to the main floor; studies were usually on the ground floor right?

Skylar was in luck when she noticed light coming out from the crack under a door. Skylar
took a deep breath, shivering a little from the cold, and knocked gently against the wood.

There was a pause. “Come in.” A muffled masculine voice finally said.

Skylar opened the door slowly and stepped into what was sure enough, a study, or office. She
looked around a little and then her eyes settled on the god-like man sitting at a desk in the
centre of the room, a laptop open before him and papers scattered around his desk already.

Steve looked tired but smiled when he saw her. “Couldn’t sleep, sweetheart?”

Sky fiddled with the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “I was worried about you, to be
honest.”

Steve’s smile widened, if possible. “Well, aren’t you the sweetest. C’mere, baby.” He said,
holding out his arms for her.

Skylar made quick work of crossing the office, and then she was curling herself in Steve’s
lap, shuddering a little from the chill of the room and nestling closer into his warmth.
Steve tutted her under his breath, wrapping his arms tightly and securely around her. “You
shouldn’t just be wearing a shirt, sweetheart, you’ll get cold.”

Skylar smiled. “Isn’t that why I have you to warm me up?”

He chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. So why are you awake at this hour, baby?”
Skylar looked down at her hands. “I was worried about you; you need more than two
hours of sleep. Come back to bed with me.”

Steve stroked her hair softly. “Baby I’m used to getting not a lot of sleep, I’ll be okay. You
should go back to sleep, however.”

Skylar settled herself in his lap and she couldn’t help but notice the hardened length of his
cock against his pants, and a spike of arousal shot through her system. Skylar found herself
wrapping her arms around his neck, arching up in his lap so that she could press her lips
against his. Steve eagerly kissed her back, his lips rolling and sliding against hers.

“You work too hard.” Skylar panted against his lips, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

“Me working hard keeps you safe, sweetheart. That’s not going to stop.”

Skylar shifted a little in his lap, circling her hips enticingly. Steve let out a deep groan as Sky
raked her nails across his scalp and through his hair, pressing their lips together in almost a
frenzy.

Steve reached down and pulled his hardened cock out from his pants and Skylar couldn’t help
but line her entrance up against him. Skylar rocked back and forth over just the tip of him,
soaking the tip of him in her wetness. Steve’s hands gripped her hips tightly, forcing her
down onto his length, his large cock splitting her open; she felt so full, she wondered how she
was ever supposed to take both of them at once. Once Steve had bottomed out inside of her,
Skylar stilled for a moment, circling her hips and just enjoying the feel of him within her. Sky
began unconsciously pulsating the muscles of her core tantalizingly, and Steve let out a
guttural groan leaning forward to rest his forehead against her shoulder.

“You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart.” Steve gritted out.

Skylar smiled, lifting her hips off him slightly before plunging back down over him. Steve
inhaled sharply at the movement but otherwise didn’t make a sound. It was strange and a
little surreal; she was the one in charge at that moment, her, in charge of a gangster, a
powerful mob boss like Steve Rogers.

Sky continued to lift her hips over him, rocking her hips up and down over his hard cock.
Skylar let out small whimpers and gasps of pleasure as she worked her hips, Steve
uncharacteristically being submissive. While Skylar usually considered herself to prefer her
men being dominant in the bedroom, this was an unusual, yet pleasant surprise.

But despite her efforts, that knot inside of her refused to build as she’d like it to. Skylar
whimpered impatiently. “Steve,” Skylar whined. “Please.”

“What was that, baby? You want me to take over?” He asked in a low voice in her ear.
Sky nodded impatiently as she lifted her hips, bouncing on his hardened cock. “Y-Yes,
please!”

He grinned, and the next thing she knew, he was standing with her in his arms, slamming her
against the closest wall. Steve’s lips pressed against the soft skin of Skylar’s neck, licking,
nipping, and sucking at her sensitive skin. Skylar moaned as Steve’s hips moved against hers,
pressing her against the wall. Skylar gasped and cried out as his cock plunged in and out of
her tight wetness, and soon she could feel it building within her, that delightful ball of
pleasure building, the tension coiling within her. She was just so close, almost there.

Steve changed the angle of his hips and suddenly his cock was brushing against that ultra-
sensitive spot deep inside of her. Sky let out a sputtering gasp as he continuously rubbed
against that particular spot, a string of moans flooding from Skylar’s mouth.

“St-Steve,” Skylar gasped. “I-I’m so c-close.” She threw her head back in rapture as she
almost, almost crested that wave.

Steve grinned, pounding his hips into hers relentlessly whilst pressing a kiss to her
collarbone. “Fall apart for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

So, Skylar did. She exploded in a wash of adrenaline and ecstasy, euphoria flooding her veins
and electrifying her nervous system. As she climaxed, her cunt began to tightly pulsate
around Steve’s shuttling cock, pushing him over the edge.

Skylar tightened her legs around Steve’s hips, resting her head against Steve’s muscular
shoulder. Steve pressed a gentle kiss against the side of her head and carried her back to his
desk, setting her down on the smooth surface. He pulled out of her, and Skylar let out a whine
at the loss of contact, a sudden stickiness coating her inner thighs, but Steve quickly shushed
her.

“Shh, baby, let me clean you up, okay?” He said gently, and Sky let him clean her up between
the legs, and then he was wrapping her in the shirt she’d initially been wearing, lifting her
into his arms.

Skylar sleepily laid her head on Steve’s shoulder as he carried her. “Where are we going?”

“Back to bed. Someone still looks sleepy.”

“I’m not sleepy.” Skylar protested, and then a massive yawn overtook her, and she had to
look away from Steve’s pointed look.

“Sure, sweetheart, whatever you say.”

Steve carried her back to his room, opening the door softly and carrying her to the bed,
depositing her onto the plush mattress and blankets. Skylar quickly shed the men’s shirt that
she’d donned and patted the space next to her. “Come back to bed, please, Captain?”

Steve smiled a little sadly and began stroking her hair fondly. Meanwhile, Bucky, having
sensed Skylar’s newfound warmth, had slung an arm across her hips, and was attempting to
tug her closer to him. “I’m sorry, sweetheart… I have work to do.”

But Skylar was not giving up for some reason. “Please?” She asked again, jutting her bottom
lip out, ever so slightly. “For me?”

Steve groaned. “That’s not fair, baby, how am I supposed to say ‘no’ to that face?”

Skylar smiled a little. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

Steve sighed but began tugging off his joggers and the t-shirt he’d been wearing, sliding into
bed beside her. Skylar grinned at her victory and nestled closer to him, Bucky’s presence
following after her until she was practically sandwiched between the two men, and if she was
being honest with herself, she’d never slept better.

When Skylar awoke next, both Steve and Bucky were gone, and the clock read almost nine in
the morning. Skylar noticed a pile of clothes on the dresser: a pair of men’s boxers, women’s
sweatpants, and a man’s t-shirt; she quickly dressed and then ran a hand through her tangled
hair. She wasn’t sure why, but she was nervous. It was just breakfast, but it was also the first
time she’d be with them, well, sober. Probably not a good thing but she didn’t feel like
contemplating her life choices at that moment in time.

Skylar steeled her resolve, strapped on her stilettos because they made her feel confident and
they went with anything, even sweatpants. Skylar crept through the hallways and noticed
voices up ahead, what sounded like four different men and a woman. Skylar couldn’t help but
gulp as she looked down at herself; she really wished she had more than just lip gloss and
powder in her purse.

At the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, the voices up ahead silenced
for a second, and then she heard the sound of Steve’s warm voice.

“Mornin’, sweetheart. Hope you slept well.”

Skylar smiled as she approached the group gathered in the kitchen and dining area. “Despite
going to bed at almost four in the morning, I feel pretty alive.”

“That’s the spirit, doll. Want some breakfast?” Bucky asked, shovelling an omelette onto the
plate of a man with chocolate skin.

Steve waved her closer, encouraging her into the room. “Take a seat, sweetheart.”

Skylar looked around nervously. “Can I have some tea, please?”

“Sure thing, doll,” Bucky said, turning the kettle on.

“Oh, look at her, she’s clearly terrified. You two are doing nothing to help.” Said the woman
with vibrant red hair -- the most beautiful woman Skylar had ever seen.

As Skylar beheld the stunning woman before her, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of
jealousy surge within her; what if she was connected to one of the boys? It could be a
possibility, as they’d never discussed whether the boys were also going to be exclusive
towards her, they’d never really talked exclusivity at all, just kept saying she was ‘their girl’.
Skylar fiddled with a lock of her dark hair; she couldn’t help but feel like a high schooler
compared to the people in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel childish for her thoughts
about exclusivity.

The beautiful woman stood up and approached Skylar, holding out a hand to her. “It’s nice to
meet you, the name’s Natasha. I work with these idiots.”

“I’m offended you would call me such a thing, Nat.” Said a man with cropped brown hair,
then he turned back to Skylar, grinning. “Mornin’, Sky, name’s Clint.”

“And this is Sam Wilson.” Steve pointed to the dark-skinned man, and he gave a friendly
salute.

Skylar smiled shyly and said hello to everyone, feeling incredibly out of her element. Natasha
led her back to the table, helping her sit down and Bucky set down a steaming cup of jasmine
tea in front of her; she was a little surprised he knew the exact type of tea that she drank in
the morning, but somehow he did.

Skylar glanced down at her smartphone as it began to ring, and she paled when she noticed
who the caller was: it was her father.

Skylar stood up and excused herself, walking into the hall to take the call. She could hear
footsteps behind her, so she assumed it was Bucky and Steve, but she had bigger issues at
that moment in time.

“Hi D-Daddy,” Skylar said, trying desperately to fight the waver in her voice.

“Hi, baby girl! How’re you going? Just checking in on my favourite girl.” Tony sounded
exceptionally cheery that morning; Skylar didn’t trust it for one second.

“I’m good. Drank responsibly last night for a change, sorry to disappoint you.”

“It’s alright, kid, there’s always next time. Besides I’m always proud of you.” Tony said and
Skylar held her breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Anyways, how’re your two
mobster boyfriends? They doin’ good?” There it was.

“Daddy, can I explain, please-”

“Oh, you will be explaining when you get home young lady. This was a courtesy call,
anyway, Vision is five minutes away; do not make him wait. That’s it, love you, baby girl, tell
your boyfriends’ I say ‘hello’.” Then he hung up.

Skylar blinked as she processed the phone call with her father. “He’s going to make me a
chastity belt after this, I just fucking know it.”

Bucky chuckled, rubbing her shoulder affectionately. “Don’t worry, doll, that wouldn’t stop
us.”

Skylar rolled her eyes. “Charming. I have to go, his driver will be here in five minutes.”
 Then she was moving through the halls, back to Steve’s bedroom. She picked up her rumpled
dress and slipped it on, shedding the boys’ clothes. Steve and Bucky watched her on the bed
as she collected her things, surprisingly silent.

“What do you say, Stevie? Think it’s time we have a chat with Daddy Stark?” Bucky asked
Steve.

Steve was observing Skylar closely, and she squirmed a little under his gaze. “I think so,
Buck.”

Sky straightened, grabbing her clutch from the dresser. “You’re serious? You actually would
talk to my dad about an alliance?”

Bucky chuckled. “We told you, doll, you’re our girl. Can’t very well be feuding with our
girl’s family, can we?”

Skylar shook her head, approaching them on the bed. She sat on Bucky’s lap, curling up
against him. “You guys don’t have to do this for me.”

Bucky played with a lock of her hair. “You still don’t believe this is real, do you, doll?”

Skylar sighed. “Guilty.”

Steve pulled her legs into his lap, stroking up and down the soft, smooth skin of her calves.
“We would gladly do this for you, sweetheart. Besides, we’ve been talking about ending the
conflict with Stark for a while now.”

Skylar chewed at her bottom lip. “My dad is going to kill me.” She sighed. “This should be
interesting.” She made to swing herself out of the boys’ lap, but they held her firmly in place.
“This is the part where you let go of me.”

Bucky nuzzled her neck. “Where do you think you’re going, hmm, doll?”

Skylar sighed in pleasure, and she couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “I have to go; my dad
said the driver is five minutes away so he’s probably almost here, if not already here.”

Steve pulled her forward and pressed his lips against hers, his mouth plundering and feasting
upon her own. He pulled away just as fast as he’d initiated and Skylar’s world spun, only for
it to spin further out of control when Bucky claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, stealing the
breath from her lungs.

Bucky pressed one final chaste kiss to her lips and then released her and Skylar stood up
(albeit a bit wobbly) and said goodbye to the two of them.

“We’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” Steve promised her, and then she was rushing out of their
manor, hurrying to the car that was sure enough, waiting for her out front.

Chapter End Notes

Next Chapter !

Peace & harmony are only a conversation away

“Skylar Oaklyn Stark, I don’t know whether to be furious or mildly impressed.” Tony
Stark said upon his daughter’s entry into the penthouse.

Pepper sighed beside him on the couch in the large living area, pausing the TV show
they’d been watching. “Tony, at least let her shower and change her clothes before you
lecture her.”

Tony growled under his breath. “Fine, go shower, but be back in this room in thirty
minutes. Not a second longer, young lady! And no stopping to put on eyebrows, either!”
 Harmony
Chapter Summary

The bosses of Manhattan & Brooklyn converge

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

“Skylar Oaklyn Stark, I don’t know whether to be furious or mildly impressed.” Tony Stark
said upon his daughter’s entry into the penthouse suite of Stark Tower.

Pepper sighed beside him on the couch in the large living area, pausing the TV show
they’d been watching. “Tony, at least let her shower and change her clothes before you
lecture her.”

Tony growled under his breath. “Fine, go shower, but be back in this room in thirty
minutes. Not a second longer, young lady! And no stopping to put on eyebrows, either!”

Skylar agreed and sped off to her rooms, showering quickly and putting on
sweatpants and a tank top. She was back in the living room within twenty-five minutes, five
minutes to spare. Feeling nervous, she sat down on the plush couch, pulling a blanket over
her shoulders for security, then she turned to look at her parents.

Her mom was smiling sympathetically at her and handed her a steaming cup of
jasmine tea; Skylar was incredibly grateful for her mom at that moment. Meanwhile, her
father was eyeing her suspiciously, as if she’d committed treason, which she may as well
have in his book, in the mafia world.

“Skylar Oaklyn Stark-”

“Do we have to keep using my full name?” Skylar interrupted before she could help
herself.

Her father gave her a confused look. “Does it bother you?”

Sky squirmed a bit under the blanket from the scrutiny in his gaze. “Er- yes?”

Her father grinned then, an evil sort of grin. “Good, I’ll remember that Skylar Oaklyn
Stark.”

Skylar groaned and allowed her head to loll back onto the back of the couch. “Feeling
particularly evil today, aren’t we Daddy?”
 “That ‘daddy’ bit isn’t going to work on me today, young lady. Now I have to say that
I am very disappointed in you. I specifically forbade you to interact with those men, forbade
you to go to that club; those are the two things I have asked for you, aside from that, I’ve let
you live your life, kid. But this, this is a hard line.” Tony said firmly, all humour gone from
his eyes, never a good sign.

“I know you forbade me from going there and interacting with them, I have no alibi, I
have no defence. I went against your rules and for that, I am sorry, Daddy.” Skylar said
slowly.

Her father eyed her suspiciously. “So, you’re sorry you broke the rules, but not sorry
you went?”
Skylar playing with a lock of her hair anxiously. “Yes. And part of the reason for that
is because these guys are serious about me, and I’m serious about them.”

Tony stood and began pacing in front of the TV. “We’re gonna put a pin in the whole
‘guys’ and ‘them’ thing. Skylar Oaklyn Stark-”

“Excuse me, sir, but there’s a call for you.” Vision interrupted, stepping into the
room.

Tony swore under his breath. “Can it wait?”

“Something tells me you’ll want to take this call, sir.” Vision responded.

Tony cursed again and turned back to his wife and daughter. “I’ll be back, do not
move.” He said the last part to Skylar rather firmly.

Skylar chewed at her bottom lip nervously; she had a feeling that she knew who
would be on the other end of that call, and she had no idea how it was going to end. For the
thousandth time, Skylar wondered if she was making a mistake, if it was a mistake to date
two powerful gangsters who were also sort of at war with her father’s faction. It probably
was, besides, there was nothing Steve and Bucky could say to her father that would change
his mind about them.

Tony Stark cursed as he stepped away from his wife and daughter, going to his office
to take the call. Whoever was interrupting him must’ve been important.

“Tony Stark speaking,” Tony answered.

“Stark, it’s nice to speak to you again. I’ll cut to the chase, James, and I want to be
with your daughter; this is something we have not threatened her to do, nor is she doing this
under duress. We’re willing to do whatever it takes to be with her.” Rogers. Captain Steve
Rogers, and Sergeant James Barnes. The two of them wanted his little girl? Both of them?
What the fuck?
 “Rogers, I think we need to back up a bit because I keep hearing you and Sky saying
stuff like ‘we’ and ‘them’ and I need to know, are you both equally interested in my Sky?”
Tony found himself replying, silently hoping, maybe praying for his long-time rival to refute
his statement.

There was a pause. “Stark, you’re on speaker phone with Sergeant James Barnes.”

“Barnes.” Tony snidely greeted.

“Stark.” Came the growly voice on the other end. Barnes.

“To answer your question, Stark, yes, we are both equally interested in your
daughter,” Rogers replied.

“Well, too bad, you can’t date my daughter. Not today or in any lifetime.” Tony
snapped, a paternal protectiveness flaring inside of him.

Another pause, then, “this was only a courtesy call, Stark. James and I will be at Stark
Tower within five minutes. It would be wise to give us entry into the building and your floor,
we wouldn’t want things to have to get violent.” Rogers could be such a prick sometimes.

The line was dead before Stark could even think to reply.

Nothing stopped Skylar as she made her way down to the lobby to wait, not her father nor
any guards. After her father had announced that her ‘boyfriends’ were coming over, Skylar
couldn’t help but feel a little excited to see them; the fact that they were coming over for her,
cemented the notion that they both truly did want to be with her.

Skylar waited on one of the decorative black couches in the lobby, peering out the windows
every few seconds to see if they’d arrived yet. And then, sure enough, they did.

It was painfully obvious just from the two of them alone, the power they exuded, the
strength. Skylar found herself smiling as she saw them approach the building, both wearing
fine suits and dark sunglasses. She approached the rotating door slowly, feeling
uncharacteristically nervous for some unknown reason.

Bucky spotted her before Steve did, and his face lit up in a grin when he saw her, removing
the dark sunglasses from his eyes. Skylar shyly walked up to the two intimidating gangsters,
smiling a little when both men finally noticed her.

Bucky broke away from Steve and approached Sky first, grinning as he swooped down and
scooped Skylar up off her feet.
Skylar squeaked a little when he picked her up like she weighed nothing, hands flying to his
shoulders to stabilize herself and her legs wrapping around his waist.

Bucky grinned that deadly grin of his. “There’s our girl, how’re you doin’ doll? Miss us?
Daddy Stark didn’t kill you I see.”

Skylar couldn’t help herself, she snuggled herself against him, enjoying the feel of his
muscular body against hers. “He was in the midst of yelling at me when you called. He’ll
probably resume when I go back upstairs.”

Steve chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips softly before pulling away. “Don’t worry,
sweetheart. He won’t do anything to you.”

She knew that; that wasn’t what she was afraid of, seeing as she knew her father would never
ever hurt her or her mother. What she was afraid of was the prospect of her father actually
going through with his plans for a chastity belt – something very much within his power.

Bucky and Steve began walking towards the elevators then, not being stopped by anyone,
although the few workers milling about Stark Tower’s lobby shot the trio curious glances; all
the while Bucky carried Skylar in his arms, her body coiled tight around his.

“You don’t have to do this,” Skylar murmured against Bucky’s collarbones. “You still have
time to run.”

Bucky chuckled. “Doll, relax. Stevie and I are here now, we’ll take care of everything.”

Skylar bit her bottom lip nervously. “He’s still going to be mad.”

Steve flashed Bucky a confident smirk. “I think we have a couple of reasons for him not to
castrate us.”

Bucky shot Steve a wicked grin. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

The boys stepped onto the elevator, Steve ordering some of his men to wait around the
building’s perimeter. Then the three of them were enclosed in a tight, confined space, and
sure enough, Bucky slammed Skylar up against one of the walls of the elevator, pressing his
groin enticingly against Skylar’s clothed core. Skylar released a whimper and then Bucky’s
teeth were on the thin skin of her neck, nipping and suckling at the delicate flesh whilst Steve
cupped her face in his hands, plundering her mouth with his own as he kissed her almost
savagely.

For a moment, Skylar lost herself in the sensations the boys were evoking within her, but then
she remembered where she was and why she was there, and reality doused her. Skylar
pressed one final chaste kiss to Steve’s lips, doing the same for Bucky. Steve pulled away
from them as the elevator reached the penthouse suite, and the doors opened, revealing Tony
Stark, looking quite stern and doing his best to look intimidating (which she knew her father
was capable of, he just always was harmless to her), but he pointed an accusing finger at
Skylar then, and she realized she was still wrapped around Bucky. Skylar hopped down just
as her father stormed off into the penthouse, calling out for his wife.
“Pepper! I’m doing it, I’m building a chastity belt!” Tony announced boldly from somewhere
within the suite.

Skylar groaned and gave the two gangsters behind her a look, conveying to them that they
could leave now, and she wouldn’t fault them. But to her surprise, they both stepped further
into the suite, waiting for Skylar to lead them inside, she realized.

Steve put a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Breathe, sweetheart. Buck and I are here
now.”

Skylar blinked but then did as he suggested and took a deep breath before guiding them to the
living area where her mother was still watching some reality TV show, her laptop open in
front of her, per usual, even if it was a Sunday. Her father was ranting incoherently and
pacing in front of her and Skylar couldn’t help but gulp; she really hoped her mother would
be an ally in this.

“Er-, Daddy?” Skylar said in a soft voice.

Her father whirled around. “You three,” he gestured to the couch. “Sit.”

So, they did, Skylar wedging herself between Steve and Bucky, and whilst she wasn’t
touching them, she could feel their strength, their will and presence.

Her father sat before them in an armchair, eyeing them with scrutiny. “Well? Are you going
to plead your case or just jump straight to me yelling?”

“The first one would be nice, Daddy,” Skylar said, and her dad shot her a look.

“Not you, baby girl. Go to your rooms now,” he paused. “Please.” He added as an
afterthought.

“Why the hell should I leave? I’m the one this is about!” Skylar said in exasperation.

Her father sighed. “Baby girl, this is a conversation between men and the bosses of our
respective gangs.”

“But Mom is here.” Skylar couldn’t help but point out.

Her mother raised her head and shot her an intrigued smile. “He said ‘bosses’ of our
respective gangs’, honey. Go to your rooms, honey, I agree with your father that this should
be between the four of us.” Her mother shot her a wink then, which Skylar interpreted as her
mother was going to help sway her father; she truly loved her mom.

“But Mom, is this about your rival gangs and New York’s regions, or is it about me?” She
demanded.

Her mother glanced at her father. “It’s about both, honey. It’ll be easier to get to the root of
Steve and James’ intentions for you if you’re not here.”

Skylar glanced at her two boyfriends(?) beside her. “Are you going to be okay?”
Steve shot her a confident smile, stroking her cheek with his knuckles fondly. “We’ll be fine,
sweetheart.”

“Let us take care of this for you, baby doll,” Bucky said, a cocky grin on his face.
“Run along, now.”

Skylar sighed but stood up and touched both of their cheeks before she left the living room
entirely, heading for her room. She had no idea how this was about to go down, and part of
her really wished she could be there to witness it, to make sure her dad didn’t hit below the
belt. But there was nothing she could do, and she had to admit, it felt strange to be relying on
Steve and Bucky to figure this out for her; she’d never had that with Ryder. Maybe this was
truly the beginning of something special, whatever this thing was between her, Steve, and
Bucky, all she knew for sure was that they were slowly but steadily changing her life. For the
good, she hoped.

Steve and Bucky regarded Tony Stark carefully; his wife, Pepper Potts, seemed to be
the voice of reason out of the two of them -- it would work in their favour to get on her good
side.

“Stark, Mrs. Potts, James and I want to date your daughter; we understand our
respective families are at odds currently, however, we are prepared to rectify that if it means
our relationship with Skylar and her family is stronger,” Steve said, leaning forward as he
spoke, rubbing his hands together.

“No.” Stark immediately said. “Not happening, nope.”

Mrs. Potts, however, looked a bit intrigued. “You said you would consider building a
bridge between our families for the sake of Skylar’s continued happiness; would this entail
business propositions?” Her eyes positively sparkled, and Steve was instantly reminded of a
similar look in Sky’s own blue eyes.

Steve smiled a little; Pepper Potts was a sharp one, he could see where his girl got her
strong will from. “James and I are prepared to do anything within our power to be with your
daughter, ma’am.”

“Why?” Stark asked suddenly, rudely. “Why her? Because she’s my daughter and you
enjoy making my life a living hell?”

Bucky grinned; it was a feral sort of grin, lounging back on the pristine couch. “That’s
just an added perk, Stark. We have our reasons, however.”

“And those reasons are?”

 Steve hesitated, glanced at his best friend, and then spoke. “James and I were
stationed in Afghanistan for a bit, we were a part of the same platoon as Skylar’s ex-
boyfriend, Private Ryder Brown. We can confirm that Private Brown treated your daughter
quite poorly during the duration of their relationship and is most likely the reason she rarely
came home while she was attending UCLA.”

“We have reason to believe that he could be dangerous and could still pose a threat to
Skylar’s safety.” Bucky drawled, lounging against the couch. “Which is why we have come
to you with a proposal of sorts.”

Stark narrowed his eyes. “You have our attention.”

Steve continued. “We’re proposing an alliance between our two factions, an alliance,
and we utilize our resources to help keep your daughter safe. At the end of the day, that’s all
we want for her.”

Pepper chewed at her bottom lip; a habit Skylar had probably picked up on. “Why do
you believe Ryder to be a threat? We only met him a few times whilst they dated but-”

“I never liked that man,” Tony interjected. “What kind of sycophant thirty-year-old
prick dates an eighteen-year-old?”

“Tony!” Pepper snapped.

“No, I’m serious, Peps, the man was fucking thirty years old, dating my barely legal
daughter-”

“And if you didn’t notice Tony, she did it regardless of how we felt. At least this time
around when she’s dating she cares about our opinion.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “I don’t care, because she’s not going to be dating anyone, end
of story.”

Pepper ignored her husband. “If you care about our daughter as you say you do, tell
us what you know.” She bargained.

Steve and Bucky shared a look. “We met your daughter once at a meet-up for our
platoon after we’d returned to the States. She was…”

“Not happy.” Bucky continued. “And we saw bruises on various parts of her body.”

Stark had shot to his feet. “Are you saying that bastard hit my baby girl? My
daughter?”

“Friday,” Tony called out sharply before Steve or Bucky could provide an answer.
“Gather everything significant you can on Private Ryder Brown.”

“Right away, sir.” Came the disembodied voice of Stark’s AI system.

 Stark began to pace rapidly, meanwhile, Pepper was staring down at her hands,
looking distraught. “Has she told you anything about it directly?” Pepper suddenly asked, her
voice soft.

Steve shook his head. “No, ma’am.”

Pepper nodded to herself. “Alright, then we need to act like we don’t know and do
nothing. She obviously didn’t tell us for a reason, it isn’t right to pry information out of her
before she’s ready to share.”

Stark whirled on his wife. “You want us to keep this quiet? Do nothing?”

“Tony, our daughter clearly hid all of this for a reason, it’s not right to push her before
she’s ready. Leave her alone, I mean it.” She turned to the two gangsters across from her.
“That includes you two.”

“Woah, woah, why are they even being included in this?” Stark asked.

Pepper rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious, Tony. They’re dating our daughter, they’ll be
around her a lot, maybe more than we are. It’s good we’re on the same page.”

“Since when are they dating our little girl?”

“Since I said it’s fine. They obviously care about her a great deal and would protect
her from danger and threats. It would provide business propositions otherwise unattainable
and the biggest reason of all, because our daughter has a right to her own autonomy, and
therefore the right to date whoever she’d like. Is that enough reason for you?” Pepper rapid-
fired, examining her manicured nails with mild interest.

Steve and Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at the force of nature that seemed to be
Pepper Potts; it was easy to see where a lot of Skylar’s influence had come from. Plus, the
added bonus of watching Stark’s wife completely annihilate him was an opportunity Bucky
and Steve couldn’t miss.

Stark grumbled and muttered under his breath. “I still don’t want her dating them.”

“Tony, realistically, what are you going to do, how are you going to stop her from
seeing them? She’s twenty-two.” Pepper said sagely, staring intently at her husband.

“What about my chastity belt idea?”

“Tony, our daughter is a smart girl. If for some ungodly reason, you did force her to
wear a chastity belt, she’d find a way to get it off. Lord knows that girl lost any chastity she
had years ago.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “Since when?”

“Tony, she’s twenty-two; remember the two of us at twenty-two?” She said with a
quirked eyebrow.
 Tony physically recoiled and looked genuinely sick as he slouched in an armchair; it
took everything in Steve and Bucky’s power to not start laughing. “And she wants to date
two,” Tony shook his head, looking quite ill.

Stark almost appeared to be sulking. “Whose decision was it to let her grow up?”

Pepper smiled and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know it’ll be weird at
first and be an adjustment, but this is a big part of parenting; learning when to let go.”

Stark sighed and closed his eyes. “Fine, I won’t murder you, for dating my daughter.
At least not yet.”

Pepper smacked his arm a little, but Stark ignored her. “You better make my daughter
happy, or else I will make your life a living hell. And then I’ll have Pepper finish you off.”

For some reason that threat seemed the deadliest, the most threatening out of all of
Stark’s warnings thus far. Steve and Bucky nodded resolutely at the married couple.

“We’ll always protect, Skylar and we’ll always keep her safe,” Steve said.

“Protect her with our lives.” Bucky amended.

Skylar was lounging on her bed, and the TV across from her bed was playing a
random 90’s sitcom rerun. It had been over thirty minutes, and they were still talking. She’d
never been so anxious before in her life, and it wasn’t over yet. Skylar scowled; she’d tried
doing yoga to relax, and meditation to calm her mind, but nothing had helped. She wasn’t
even sure why she was so nervous because, in reality, what did she have to lose? It wasn’t
like she’d known Steve and Bucky that long, only about a month, if her father said no, she
could just as easily find another guy. It was too soon to have any sort of feelings for the two
mob bosses, right? It was too soon, it had to be too soon; she felt nothing, that’s what she
kept reminding herself -- it meant nothing.

It was nearly forty-five minutes since she’d been sent away for them to talk (it was a
little offensive if she were being honest, being sent away like she was a child, an inferior) and
she was just about to gather the courage to open the door and walk downstairs herself when
there was a soft knock against the door. Skylar jumped and lunged for the door, eagerly
whipping it open, expecting to see one of her parents, but instead, she found Steve.

Skylar felt the air leave her lungs as she beheld him; he truly was a spectacle, an ideal
all-American man. Skylar cleared her throat, trying to calm her racing heart. “St-Steve? Is
everything okay? Oh my god, did my dad kill Bucky? He did, didn’t he?”

A smile broke out on Steve’s face, and he swept her up into his arms, entering her room and
kicking the door shut behind him. “You’re so beautiful,” Steve said, stroking his knuckles
across her cheek tenderly.
Skylar squirmed a little in his grip. “Steve? What happened?”

Steve carried her over to her bed and sat down, Skylar in his lap. He seemed to be taking in
her room, the details and intricacies, and Skylar was insanely glad that she’d cleaned her
room earlier that day and made her bed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, everything’s been dealt with,” Steve murmured, pressing a gentle
kiss to her temple. “Buck is downstairs with your parents; your father didn’t want both of us
going to get you and out of the two of us, apparently I appear more gentlemanly.”

Skylar grinned, relief flooding her. “Something tells me that you and gentlemanly are
antonyms, Captain Rogers.”

Steve grinned a little wickedly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Miss Stark, I am
the picture of gentlemanly traits.”

Skylar quirked an eyebrow. “Wanna bet, Captain?”

Skylar barely got the words out of her mouth before Steve kissed her passionately; Skylar
shifted herself in his lap so that she was straddling him, and Skylar didn’t hesitate to start
rolling her hips against hers. Honestly, sometimes it was hard to decipher who was the worst
influence out of the three of them.

Skylar nipped at Steve’s bottom lip, and he groaned, pulling her flush against him, his large
hands sliding underneath her tank top. Skylar let out a whimper as Steve began to nip and
suckle at her lips, his hands sliding along the curvature of her body sensually.

Steve, surprisingly, was the one to break the kiss. When he pulled away he seemed a little out
of breath and rested his forehead against Sky’s bare shoulder.

“You’ll be the death of me, Skylar Stark.” Steve groaned.

Skylar smiled and stroked his hair affectionately. “I’m guessing we have to go back now,
right?”

Steve looked up into her blue eyes, smiling softly. “We do, your father threatened to castrate
me if we’re over ten minutes.”

Skylar glanced at her phone. “Then we probably should go, c’mon.”

She made to sit up, but Steve trapped her against his body, standing and wrapping her around
himself. Skylar truly thought the man had a death wish as he carried her out of her bedroom,
and she couldn’t help but tense; her father was going to flip.

“Easy, I’ve got you,” Steve murmured to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Skylar couldn’t help but gulp; she knew he had her, it was her father she was worried about.

The living room was rather silent when the couple stepped into the room, Skylar still in
Steve’s muscular arms. She couldn’t help but avert her eyes, but she thought she heard her
father’s blood pressure rise. Steve swiftly deposited Skylar onto the couch beside Bucky, who
promptly curled an arm around her, pulling her into his side.

Her father’s eye twitched. “Just because I said you could date my daughter, does not mean
you can freely grope her in front of me.”

“Sorry, Dadd,” Skylar couldn’t help but whisper under her breath.

“Tony,” Pepper said softly, placing a gentle hand on his knee.

He nodded, sighing. “Right, okay I’m sure Cap over there filled you in on our conversation, I
mean what else could you have been doing in the eleven minutes and twenty-two seconds
that you were alone together, right?”

“Tony,” Pepper warned.

“Fine, fine. Anyways, baby girl, you’re an adult and apparently, I have to respect your
decisions and your right to autonomy. So… I’m making you sleep at home at least twice a
week, one of those has to be Sunday night, and we want Sunday dinners with you at home.
On top of that, you are to work for Stark Industries in a position your mother and I assign for
you.” Tony said.

Skylar frowned. “Why do these feel like terms of a contract?”

Her father continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “We get you for holidays, and please keep PDA
to a minimum unless you want me to shoot one of them, and oh! Rogers and Barnes should
sign an NDA, right Peps?”

Pepper stared at her husband like he’d grown a second head.

“Is that it?” Skylar asked, those seemed to be surprisingly reasonable terms. “Aside
from the NDA, I think those are reasonable, Daddy.”

Beside her, Bucky’s arm around her waist gave her a squeeze.

“What about your two different gangs?” Skylar asked suddenly.

Her mother smiled. “We shall begin negotiations shortly, but otherwise the outcome
was positive.”

“Daddy?” Skylar asked, voice suddenly small.

Her father sighed. “Is this sort of my worst nightmare? A little. But as your mother
keeps saying, apparently I have to respect your choices, even when they make me physically
and mentally ill…”

“Tony,” Pepper said sternly.

“Baby girl, if these… heathens make you happy. Then fine, I promise to try not to kill
them; all I ask is that you be safe.”
 Skylar smiled and she stood up and rounded the coffee table, wrapping her arms around her
father tightly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

Tony smiled; he always had a soft spot when it came to his little girl. “As long as they make
you happy, baby girl, that’s all that I really want, for you to be safe and happy. Just making
sure though… you love your name, right? Your mother and I thought it was very clever,
wouldn’t you say?”

Steve and Bucky evidently looked confused, but Skylar and her mother instantly knew what
was happening. Her name, Skylar Oaklyn Stark, and her initials. S.O.S.

Long ago, after an incident when she was a child, she and her family began checking in on
her by using her name as a coded message, in case she was under duress, as she had been as a
child. In truth, that coded message had saved her life, and she also knew the reputation that
Steve and Bucky had; her father was truly worried about her, wasn’t he?

Skylar smiled at her father. “I always liked my name, Daddy. You have nothing to worry
about.”

Her father smiled a little then. “As long as you’re happy, baby girl, that’s all that matters in
my book.”

Chapter End Notes

Next Chapter !

Sky and Bucky have a date night / bring on the smut!

Skylar rolled her eyes; she’d predicted that would be the answer she’d receive. “Are you
sure you don’t need any help?”

Bucky gave her his signature lazy, dangerous grin. “I just want you to sit there looking
as pretty as you do with more wine in your glass.”

“You’re such a smooth-talker,” Skylar commented as she refilled her glass, adding more
to Bucky’s glass as well.

Bucky shrugged. “It’s a gift, what can I say?”

 Sentimentaity
Chapter Summary

Sky & Bucky have a date night

smut incoming

Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

A few weeks later, Skylar was happily chatting to Bucky while he was cooking dinner for
them, a glass of wine in front of her. Steve was out for work purposes and told the two of
them that they could get started on dinner without him. It was a little odd; out of the two mob
bosses, Skylar had spent more alone time with Steve than with Bucky, and while she was
excited to get to know him and to have him all to herself, she was also a little nervous. Then
reality hit her, and she reminded herself that being nervous was normal in the early stages of
dating.

Then, of course, there was the factor that he was Bucky Barnes. Tall, dark, and
handsome, paired with striking baby blue eyes, the word ‘lady-killer’ may as well have been
invented to describe the man. The part that made him even more delectable was his
personality; he was all suave and charming with a bit of an edge; a dangerous bad boy (well,
they were both dangerous bad boys). If Steve was order, James Barnes was surely chaos.

“You okay, baby doll?”

Skylar blinked, her eyes re-focusing on the incredibly good-looking man before her.
She smiled when she saw him, feeling warmth spread all over her.

Skylar nodded and rested her elbows on the island where she was sitting. “I’m good.
How’s work going for you and Steve? Is he going to be okay?”

Bucky waved off her concerns, spreading out the layers of lasagna as he added them.
“That’s not something that you need to worry about, doll.”

Skylar rolled her eyes; she’d predicted that would be the answer she’d receive. “Are
you sure you don’t need any help?”

Bucky gave her his signature lazy, dangerous grin. “I just want you to sit there
looking as pretty as you do with more wine in your glass.”

“You’re such a smooth talker,” Skylar commented as she refilled her glass, adding
more to Bucky’s glass as well.
 Bucky shrugged. “It’s a gift, what can I say?”

He finished with the layers of the lasagna, and brought it to the pre-heated oven,
popping it in and setting a timer on his phone. With that done, he rounded the island to sit
beside her on a bar stool, sliding his glass of wine over.

Skylar cocked her head to the side as she regarded her boyfriend. “Where’s Steve?”

Bucky sighed and swirled the red wine in his glass. “He’s… doing some
investigating. Nat called last night and told us that there had been an incident in Brooklyn
and civilians had been killed as a result. We think we know who it is, but we’re not certain
yet.”

Skylar’s eyes widened at the admission; that had not been what she was expecting. “I-
was this on the news?”

Bucky smiled a little bitterly. “We’re keeping is hush, hush for now so you needn’t
worry about the media.”

“Do you think it was a direct attack on you and Steve?”

“Baby doll, this is our territory, any attacks on it are a direct attack on us,” Bucky
said, taking a sip of his wine.

A pleasurable shudder ran through Skylar at the use of that pet name. “How come
Steve went and you didn’t?”

Bucky grinned that lazy, predatory smile again and he tugged her bar stool closer to
his, eventually going as far as to pull her into his lap. “Maybe I wanted some alone time with
my best girl.”

Skylar could feel her cheeks heating and she wrapped her arms around his neck for
stability. “I’m definitely not against this arrangement, not that I don’t adore Steve, of course.
How long do we have until the lasagna is ready?”

Bucky shrugged. “Over an hour, give or take.”

Skylar drained her second glass of wine and could feel the effects of the alcohol
already; maybe it had something to do with the fact that she’d been too busy at work to eat
lunch that day. Bucky mimicked her, setting his glass down beside hers. With his index
finger, he tilted her chin towards him, so that their matching blue eyes met. Skylar could feel
her breath hitching in her chest as she beheld the god-like man before her; every time her
eyes met his, she couldn’t help but feel breathless.

Skylar closed the distance between them, slanting her mouth over his. Bucky shifted
her hips so that she was straddling him, pulling her flush against him so that every part of
their bodies was touching. Bucky bit down on Skylar’s bottom lip hungrily and she
whimpered – whether in pleasure or pain, the jury’s still out on that – as he tugged it roughly.
 Then, without being prompted, Bucky stood up from the bar stool, lifting Skylar so
she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. Bucky’s large palms were everywhere, sliding
underneath her shirt to caress the bare skin beneath, cupping the plump globes of her ass in
his hands greedily. Bucky carried Skylar to the living room of their Manhattan penthouse,
setting her down gently on her back on one of the plush, expensive couches.

Despite the fact that she was on her back, Skylar kept her ankles hooked behind his
back, keeping him close, keeping him from moving.

But Bucky was going nowhere.

He pulled away to pepper kisses down the smoothness of her throat, along the curve of her
shoulder and collarbones. He pressed small kisses and nips to her skin, pausing occasionally
to suckle on a particularly sensitive spot, earning him moans and whimpers from Skylar; she
knew she was going to have marks showered across her neck in the morning.

Bucky pulled back suddenly, moving to press a quick kiss to her lips before sitting up,
pulling her with him onto his lap. Skylar slung her arms around his neck, breathless.

“Is, is everything alright?” She asked, feeling incredibly winded.

Bucky was looking at her rather intently, his eyes scanning every square centimetre of
her beautiful face intently. He played with a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear.
“You’re so beautiful.”

Skylar smiled, managing to control her breathing. “Why’d you stop?”

Bucky didn’t say anything for a moment, then he said, “I just…. I want you to know
that it’s not just sex. Not for me, not for Stevie; you genuinely matter to us, baby.” Then, as if
to prove his point, he pressed another lingering kiss to her lips, savouring it as if he were
tasting her.

Another pleasant shudder ran through her system. “I appreciate you saying that
Bucky.” And she touched her forehead to his, wrapping her limbs tightly around his torso.
“Do you want to watch something on Netflix?”

Bucky grinned as he pulled back enough to press another kiss to her lips. “Whatever
you want, doll, I’m all yours.”

Skylar selected some random action movie that her father had once dragged her to,
and curled up beside Bucky on the couch, cocooning herself in a blanket and Bucky’s warmth
as the opening credits for the movie appeared on the large TV. But Skylar wasn’t paying
attention to the movie, she didn’t even notice the characters or what was happening. That was
because all her attention was trained on the god-like man beside her.

Skylar bit her lip and inched closer to Bucky, and he responded by reclining back on
the couch, pulling her down with him so he could curl his body warmly around hers. Skylar
turned in his arms so that she was facing him, their breath mingling in the space between
them.
 “I’m very interested in seeing how you intend on watching the movie from this angle,
doll.” Bucky drawled, one of his hands sliding along the curve of her hip under the blanket.

Skylar smiled coyly in response. “Who says I intend on watching the movie?”

Bucky chuckled. “Doll, I thought we agreed we’d slow down on the physical stuff.”

Skylar hooked one of her legs over his hip, letting her easily press and writhe against
him enticingly. “I don’t recall saying anything.”

Bucky dropped his head to his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Doll, you’re killing me.”

Skylar began to press teasing kisses against the column of his throat, gently sucking
and nipping at the thin skin of his neck, earning her another low groan/growl hybrid from
Bucky. “I hope not, I have plans for you later Sergeant Barnes.”

At the use of his military title, Bucky fisted his hand in her curtain of dark hair,
pulling her head up from his neck and connecting their lips, Bucky nipping and nibbling at
Skylar’s plump bottom lip. Bucky was all but dragging Skylar into his lap then, sitting up so
he could pull his t-shirt over his head, the next second doing the same with Skylar’s hoodie.
Skylar shivered a little as her bare skin met the chilly October air and Bucky pulled her
tighter into his arms, using his body heat to warm her.

And all too soon, the alarm on Bucky’s phone was going off, interrupting the moment.
Skylar pouted a little and curled up further in Bucky’s embrace, wrapping herself around him
tightly. Bucky chuckled as she curled around him, wrapping his muscular arms around her.

“I have to go check on the lasagna,” Bucky murmured softly.

Skylar pouted more but eventually untangled herself, letting him rise to his feet to
check on their dinner. In his absence, Skylar shuddered from the chill, hastily tugging her
UCLA hoodie back on and she stood, returning to the kitchen, and retrieving her glass of
wine, taking a hearty sip.

Meanwhile, Bucky had pulled the fully cooked lasagna from the oven, the pasta dish
smelling deliciously of melted cheese and tomatoes and Italian herbs. While Skylar had never
had any of Bucky’s cooking before, she could already guess that he was phenomenal.

Bucky served slices of lasagna up on plates whilst Sky refilled both of their respective
wine glasses. The couple settled at the kitchen island, the lights dimmed and soft music
playing the background; she even thought she detected the scent of a candle – who would’ve
thought James Barnes would be such a romantic?

“Cheers,” Skylar said with a sensual smile, tapping her wine glass against Bucky’s as
he returned the sentiment.

The lasagna was delicious, as to be expected from someone like James Barnes; he just
seemed like the type that could do anything, truly it wasn’t fair. Skylar wolfed down her slice
greedily and gulped down her wine; she wasn’t sure why, but Bucky was making her nervous
(and she didn’t get nervous around men), and the liquid courage the wine provided was
helping her.

“Easy, doll. Wouldn’t want to have to end this evening early because someone drank
too much.” Bucky chided, smirking at her a little.

Skylar gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll have you know that I can hold my
liquor very well. I did go to university, you know.”

Bucky chuckled, taking a sip of his own wine. “Do tell. I’d love to hear about all the
naughty things my girl has gotten into.”

Skylar smiled as she recalled a few memories. “In my first year of university, I would
drink two bottles of wine before going out and then later so I never would have to purchase
drinks while out; I also eventually stopped buying drinks of my own together at some point.”
She shrugged, sipping her red wine, her head feeling nice and fuzzy. “I’ve been known to be
quite persuasive and a charmer. Pretty privilege and all that.”

Bucky laughed, reached for a lock of her hair, and began to twirl it around his fingers.
“That’s believable, doll. A girl like you shouldn’t have to pay for anything.”

Skylar raised an eyebrow. “And what kind of girl is that?”

He smirked, that dangerous, predatory smirk returning. “Our girl.”

Heat flooded her cheeks, and she looked away. “That’s a term I’m still climatizing to
if I’m being honest.”

Bucky frowned and pulled her barstool closer. “Why’s that, baby?”

Skylar effortlessly slid from her barstool into Bucky’s lap, wrapping her arms tightly
around his broad shoulders. “Believe it or not, babe, you and Steve are intimidating men. I
don’t know, sometimes it just seems more like me versus you two.”

Bucky tilted her head, so she faced him, their matching blue eyes locking. “Baby doll,
it’s never our intention to scare you in any way, your comfort and safety is always going to be
our top priority.”

“That.” Skylar interrupted. “That’s also part of it; just feels too good to be true, like
the other shoe hasn’t dropped yet.”

Bucky sighed, his hands slipped underneath her hoodie, palms tracing the curve of her
waist and hips. “Baby, that’s only because you’ve never been treated properly before.”

Skylar chewed at her bottom lip but said nothing.

“Steve and I care about you so much; do you think your dad would let you anywhere
near us if he thought we had ill intentions? We’ve wanted you longer than you think, baby.”
Bucky continued, cupping her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.
 Skylar leaned back in his lap, cocking her head to the side cutely. “How long?”

Bucky’s thumbs traced circles on her hips as he contemplated an answer. “A while,

doll. More wine?”

“You’re evading the question.” Skylar accused him but accepted a refill of her wine
glass.

Bucky sighed but pulled Skylar closer to his chest. “Alright, doll, you win. I can’t
speak for Stevie, but… for me, it was while Ryder was with us in Afghanistan.”

Skylar froze; there was no way he’d wanted her for that long. That was almost three
years ago, it didn’t make sense.

“You talked me through a PTSD episode while you were on call with Ryder. Feelings
were confirmed when I met you and you turned out to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever
seen.” His voice became huskier as he spoke, reaching out a hand to trace the perimeter of
her face with his knuckles.

His words didn’t have the effect he’d obviously intended, and Skylar looked away,
her heart aching uncomfortably. She didn’t know why but his admission bothered her, and
made her feel awkward; it exaggerated her abilities, and made her seem grander than reality.

Bucky tilted her head up so her eyes were forced to meet his. “What’s going through
that pretty little head of yours, doll?”

Skylar bit her bottom lip. “It’s just… when you put it that way, you make it seem as
though I’m better than the reality.”

Bucky seemed contemplative for a moment. “If anything, doll, we don’t do you
enough justice.”

Sky pulled back a little. “You and Steve… you really care for me, don’t you?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Have you been listening at all, baby doll?”

Skylar grinned a sultry sort of grin. “I’d rather do something other than listen right
now, actually.” Then she leaned in, attaching her lips to Bucky’s, her fingers fisting
themselves in his long hair.

Bucky stood abruptly, planting Skylar onto the counter, standing in between her
parted legs. Skylar was quick to tightly coil her legs around his waist, her lips and teeth and
tongue colliding with Bucky’s own. Skylar couldn’t help but let out a moan as Bucky’s lips
traversed across her jawline and down the column of her throat, nipping playfully at the
tender, thin skin of her collarbones. Meanwhile, Bucky’s hands were busy exploring the
hidden skin beneath her sweatshirt, warm, calloused hands stroking her bare skin and
eliciting a pleasurable shiver from the girl.

Skylar was suddenly pushing his hands away, pulling back enough so that she could
shimmy out of her leggings, Bucky’s hands quickly joining her own to tug the hoodie over
her head.

Clad in just her underwear, Skylar shuddered a little from the chill, but Bucky brought
her back into his warmth quickly, holding her close to him; Skylar wound herself around him
again as Bucky tugged off his t-shirt, and Skylar relished in his warm, smooth skin pulled
taut over his muscled chest.

“I want you,” Skylar said almost desperately as she kissed his chest and neck in a
frenzy, yearning to feel him inside of her again.

“Sky,” Bucky groaned, laying his forehead on her bare shoulder. “You’re killing me,
here.” As his eyes greedily drank in the sight of her exposed skin, they suddenly hardened,
like a wall was suddenly being put up.

Skylar pouted. “Don’t you want to?”

“I’m supposed to be proving to you that this is more than sex for us,” Bucky
murmured against her heated skin. “You’re making it very difficult, baby.”

Skylar nipped at Bucky’s throat. “So, is that a ‘no’?” She asked curiously.

Bucky sighed and practically wrenched himself free from Skylar’s arms. “I should
clean up.”

Skylar pouted more. “You really wanna clean up?”

“Skylar,” Bucky warned.

She sighed and hopped off the counter, wincing a little as her bare feet met the cool
kitchen tile. “Fine, fine. You cooked, though, so I should clean up.” She reached for her
sweatshirt. “Go sit down, I’ll handle the cleaning.”

But Bucky shooed her away. “I’ll handle it, don’t worry. You go have a shower; you
seem cold.”

She wasn’t sure why but there seemed to be a sudden divide between them, and she
couldn’t tell what had caused it. Maybe it was the wall behind his eyes or the slight coldness
in his tone, but something was sending off alarm bells in her head for some reason.

She felt like she had done something wrong, and while she wanted to figure out what
it was, her leftover fight or flight instincts were telling her to leave right away; perhaps she
was being a bit dramatic or over-the-top, but then again, those same instincts kept her alive
throughout her four years that she’d dated Ryder, so she didn’t usually like to doubt them.

“Okay…” she said, collecting her clothing in her arms but only tugging the sweatshirt
back on. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Skylar avoided Bucky’s gaze as she left the kitchen, her pace quickening once she
was out of earshot from the kitchen. As she entered the spare bedroom where she’d stashed
her things, she began to gather the items scattered carelessly around the relatively tidy
bedroom; she didn’t know why, but her gut was telling her that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad
idea if she went home for the night.

Skylar entered the attached en suite and turned on the shower, waiting got the water to
heat up. As she gathered a towel and a change of clothes, she paused at the bathroom door,
and then, after a moment’s hesitation, she locked it.

She shed the rest of her clothing in an instant and then clipped her hair up and then
she stepped underneath the hot water, letting it soak into her skin. She sighed as the scalding
water seemingly washed away her worries, making the tension melt away from her tight and
sore muscles. Skylar spun around under the spray, letting the water beat against the taut
muscles of her back, and she couldn’t help but let out a moan of relief. Skylar hastily washed
her body with a lilac-scented body wash, and she washed her face as well, spending the
remainder of her shower enjoying the hot water against her skin. She closed her eyes in a
state of cocooned bliss, knowing she would have to get out soon and explain to Bucky
somehow that she was going home; she had a feeling Steve wouldn’t be pleased with that
whenever he got home.

Muscular arms wrapped around her from behind and Skylar jumped, craning her neck
around to spy Bucky, sans clothing, his hair in a ponytail; the look on his face truly made her
pause, it was his usual predatory, lazy smirk, as though he were about to eat her for dinner.

“Would you like to explain to me why your stuff is packed, doll?” His voice was a
dark, rough growl. As he spoke, he leaned down, ghosting his nose across her cheekbone and
skimming his lips over her jawline.

Skylar inhaled sharply, leaning backward against Bucky’s strong, muscular chest, her
heart thundering in her chest. “I-I,” her mind felt like mush from the hot shower, and that
combined with Bucky’s sudden presence made her feel like a ragdoll. “I thought maybe, m-
maybe I should go home t-tonight.”

Bucky hummed, his hands running along her slick, bare skin, gripping her hips firmly.
“And why did you think that, doll?”

Skylar swallowed. “You seemed upset b-before.”

Bucky’s hands froze on her body. Then, after a moment, resumed caressing her bare
flesh. “Baby… that had nothing to do with you, nothing, understand?”

Skylar spun around in his arms, reaching up on her toes so that she could wrap her
arms around his neck, pulling her as close to him as possible. “If it didn’t have anything to do
with me, what was it about?”

Bucky’s hands ran up and down her back, tracing the rivets of her spinal column.
“That isn’t something that you have to worry about, doll.” Then, in a quick movement, Bucky
had hauled Skylar up and into his arms, her legs tightly wrapping around his bare waist and
she let out a surprised squeak.
 Skylar gasped at the sudden motion, and she desperately clutched onto his broad
shoulders for stability. “B-Bucky?”

“Shh, doll. Just relax, I’m going to make you feel so good.” He murmured against the
damp skin of her neck, nipping, and kissing down her throat and across her collarbones.

And then his lips were attacking hers, his tongue tangling with hers and his teeth
sinking into the tender flesh of her bottom lip. Skylar moaned and gasped in his arms, her
own arms tightly latched around Bucky’s shoulders, fingers thrust in his long hair. One of
Bucky’s hands was tightly wrapped around her back as he moved and pressed her against the
shower wall, the hot water beating against Bucky’s strong, naked back, his other hand
peaking In between her legs to rub and massage the little, sensitive nub at the apex of her
thighs.

Skylar whimpered against Bucky’s lips, small whines spewing from her lips as his
fingers easily manipulated her body, readily working her until she was in a state of near-
desperate arousal, until she was tottering on that fine line, a breath away from falling
overboard.

“B-Bucky, please.” Skylar gasped out in between heated, passionate kisses.

Bucky, though, grinned ferally, clearly enjoying her state of desperation. “What do
you want, baby?”

Skylar whimpered again. “Bucky, please. I’m so close, please.”

Bucky smirked against her lips. “You gonna come on my fingers, doll? I haven’t even
entered that sweet pussy yet, and you’re already fallin’ apart for me; look at how wet you are
for me, baby – that’s my girl.”

Skylar whined and nodded, to overcome for verbal speech at that moment, but Bucky
understood, he and Steve always understood, didn’t they?

Buck’s fingers continued to torturously circle and stroke the sensitive nub at the
epicenter of her inner thighs, applying pressure, but not enough; he was intent on keeping
along that edge – apparently, James Buchanan Barnes had a mild sadistic streak within him.

“Bucky.” Skylar groaned, her teeth nipping at his lips hungrily. “Please. Please make
me come.”

He grinned again. “That’s my girl.”

And in one fluid motion, Bucky thrust inside of her, driving deep into her until he was
hilted, all the way within her. As his cock split her open, Skylar finally fell over that edge,
shattering into a million pieces as waves of euphoria and adrenaline crested over her. For a
few moments, Skylar was positively boneless in Bucky’s arms as he fucked her rather
savagely and all she could do was hold on as tight as her shaky limbs allowed. As her core
pulsated and throbbed around Bucky’s cock as her orgasm overtook her, Bucky growled at
the sensations on his cock, as her internal muscles milked him greedily.
 Skylar never had a chance to come down from her high, however, because suddenly
the ball of tension was building within her again, and she was desperate to unravel it,
desperate to fall over the line again.

Bucky’s lips were suddenly on her lips again, and Skylar relished the more tender
sensations, arching into the kiss, her breasts pressing against his muscled chest.

“Bucky,” Skylar murmured against his lips, his cock continuing to plunge endlessly
into her tight passage, and Skylar’s channel positively milked him, internal muscles
throbbing and massaging his cock silkily. “I-I’m close again.”

He smirked against her lips. “That’s my girl. You want to come on my cock, doll?”

Skylar whimpered at his vulgar language and how it only made her damper between
the legs. “Yes, Bucky, please, please baby.”

His hips stilled for a moment, and he pulled back to look at her, pressing a kiss to her
forehead and then her lips chastely. “I love you, Sky.”

Skylar’s eyes widened but right at that moment, his hips started up again, and his cock
was brushing against that special, pleasurable spot deep inside of her, and she was no match
against him. All too soon, Skylar was falling apart all over again, tightly clutching onto
Bucky to ensure that she didn’t fall off the face of the earth. As Skylar fell apart, her nervous
system exploded in a pleasurable flurry of ecstasy, and every muscle in her body
simultaneously tightened, and then released. As he consciously began to fade, she vaguely
felt the sensation of something filling her, warming her from the inside out, and then, there
was only blackness.

When Skylar regained consciousness, she was dry, clothed, and warm, lying in a warm, large
bed in an unfamiliar bedroom. Skylar felt a little groggy as she sat up and looked around; it
looked like a man’s room, and considering it was unfamiliar, she figured it was Bucky’s
room, as up until that point she’d always slept in Steve’s room or her own. Skylar noted that
Bucky was absent, but the other side of the bed was rumpled and looked slept in – he
probably wasn’t far.

She spied a glass of water on her nightstand, taking a big sip to clear her head. Almost
as if summoned by her thoughts, the door opened and Bucky appeared, shirtless and only
wearing pajama bottoms, his hair loose around his face.

He grinned when he saw that she was awake, and he crossed the room towards her,
crawling into bed beside his girlfriend.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” He whispered in his rough voice, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Skylar smiled, turning to face him. “I’m sorry I passed out. But thank you for taking care of
me.”

Bucky waved her thanks off. “Baby, it’s my job to take care of you.” He frowned. “I
shouldn’t’ve kept you in the hot water for so long though; Stevie’s gonna be mad when he
finds out.”

Skylar rolled her eyes and shifted over to him, resting her head on his solid chest. “It’s
not your fault, babe, I’m just as responsible.”

He seemed to freeze again at the term of endearment. Skylar frowned and stroked his
cheek affectionately. “Everything okay?”

Bucky blinked and smiled, a genuine smile. He ran a hand through her curtain of dark
hair. “You’re just…” he trailed off, as if unsure how to finish his sentence. “You’re just
everything, Sky.”

Skylar frowned. “I know you and Steve say you know me because of knowing Ryder, but
that’s not the same as actually knowing me.”

Bucky sighed and stroked her hair for a second. Then he was pulling her down to the
mattress with him, laying her head on his chest. “Stevie will be able to explain it better than
me, doll, but I want you to have trust in us. Trust that we’re telling the truth, trust that there is
no ulterior motive.”

Skylar leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “What you said in the shower…” She trailed
off. “I want you to know that I could reciprocate it so easily. I just need…. More time.”

Bucky cupped his girl’s cheek fondly. “Doll, we’d wait for eternity for you.”

Skylar pressed another kiss to his lips and snuggled up to him, and Bucky pulled the
blankets overtop of them, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “Goodnight, Bucky.”

Bucky held her tighter, staring down at her face, her eyes closed. “Goodnight, Sky.”

Bucky held her as she fell asleep, watching until her breaths evened out, and then, when he
was certain she was asleep, he pressed another kiss to her temple. “I love you, doll.” He
murmured against her skin. “So much.”
 When Skylar awoke next, it was still dark out. She glanced at her smartphone on her
nightstand to check the time, noting that it was almost four in the morning. Skylar frowned
and snuck out of Bucky’s grasp, glancing down at her attire; she was wearing a pair of
panties and one of Bucky’s t-shirts – her usual sleeping attire those days. Shivering a little,
Skylar crept out of the dark bedroom, creeping into the also dark hallway. Up ahead,
however, it the living room and kitchen area, a light was on.

When Skylar entered the kitchen she saw Steve sitting at the island, a liquor bottle,
and a glass tumbler before him; he seemed to be deep in thought, and Skylar hated to
interrupt him. On the other hand, Skylar hadn’t seen Steve in a few days, and she’d missed
him; it wasn’t as though she had favourites between the two of them, but she couldn’t help
but note that she had spent more time with Steve, and therefore felt a bit of an attachment to
him.

“Steve?” She said in a soft voice, reaching out to put a hand on his muscular shoulder.

He didn’t jump but he did turn tiredly to look at her, doing his best to smile, although
all it seemed to convey was his exhaustion. “Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing up? You
should be asleep.”

He reached out for her, and Skylar let him pull her into his arms. “I’m glad I’m
awake. I wanted to be up when you got home.” She reached up and pressed her lips against
his softly, snuggling against his chest when she pulled away.

“Sweetheart, you need your sleep.” Steve admonished.

Skylar laced her arms around Steve’s neck, pulling herself closer. “You need your
sleep, Captain Rogers. What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

Steve chuckled. “How about we both go to bed now, how does that sound, princess?”

Skylar smiled and made to get to her feet, but Steve swept her into his arms, holding
her close to his body as he made his through the penthouse, turning off lights as he went as he
made his way to Bucky’s bedroom.

Upon entry, Bucky still seemed fast asleep for the most part, although when Steve
placed Skylar back down onto the mattress, the dark-haired gangster reached out to pull her
into his broad chest. Steve chuckled as he stripped himself of his clothes, and then reached
out to pull the t-shirt off Skylar. Steve laid down on the other side of his girl, wrapping his
arms around her and tugging her from Bucky’s grasp, pulling her into his embrace.

Skylar pressed a kiss to his pectoral muscle and then inspected his face in the
darkness. “Is everything okay?” She finally asked softly.

Steve stroked her hair and Sky leaned into his touch. “It was a…busy day.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” She whispered.

Steve smiled a little sadly. “Not now, princess. Later, perhaps.”

 Skylar snuggled closer to him. “I wish I could help you. You and Bucky. You both do
so much for me, I wish I could do the same.”

Steve pulled back to press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and then her
lips. “You do so much for us already, Sky.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, but Skylar did not hesitate to deepen it,
using long, lingering pulls of the lips and sensual sweeps of the tongue.

Then Steve pulled away, glancing over at the still-slumbering Bucky. “You really
must’ve worn him out, sweetheart, if Buck’s this unresponsive.” He joked, pulling his
girlfriend atop of him.

Skylar ground her hips and covered her core against the prominent bulge in Steve’s
boxers; his boxers were quite thin, and she could feel every inch of him against her core, and
the feeling sent an erotic thrill through her. Steve pulled her down to his chest, to reconnect
their lips, her bare breasts pressing intimately against his muscled chest; one of Steve’s hands
cupped and stroked one of her breasts, rubbing a thumb over a nipple and feeling it pucker
and harden beneath his touch. Skylar whined at the sensation, and she inhaled sharply when
Steve’s other hands slid beneath her panties, dipping between her sensitive folds. Skylar let
out a little whine as his fingers got into contact with her aching clit and a few simple swipes
of her sensitive nub had her writhing atop him, her core gyrating further against his
prominent bulge.

As Skylar circled her hips against Steve’s a moan was released from her throat, her
breasts arching into Steve’s expert hands. Steve smirked against her lips, dipping down. To
press kisses and small bites to the sensitive skin of Skylar’s neck. Skylar practically purred
beneath Steve’s touch, and she knew her neck would be covered in small red bruises
tomorrow, from both the combined effort of her two boyfriends, Bucky, and Steve.

“Steve,” Sky whispered into the darkness, grinding her hips deeply against his for
emphasis. “I want you.”

Steve chuckled; a dark, sensual caress into the night. “You want me, sweetheart?”

Skylar whimpered, nodding a bit desperately. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl,” Then in a very arousing display of masculine strength, Steve tore her
panties off of her body, flinging the ruined garment off into a dark room.

Skylar was about to hover herself over his hardened length when Steve’s large, strong
hands gripped her hips, pulling her up, towards the head of the bed. Skylar let out a little
squeak as Steve placed her knees on either side of his head, holding her steady and
preventing her from shifting away from him.

“What are you doing?” She whispered anxiously into the dark.

Below, she felt Steve’s fingers softly stroking her inner thighs, ghosting along the
curve of her ass as he tried to calm her with touch. “Shhh, relax baby. I’m going to make you
feel good.” He promised, pulling her hips down towards his mouth.

Skylar gulped nervously and self-consciously. “Steve.” She said uncertainly.

“Trust me, baby.”

Then she felt Steve’s tongue stretch out to circle her swollen clit, two of his fingers
circling her entrance before swiftly plunging inside, earning a high-pitched squeak from
Skylar.

She placed the palm of her hand into her mouth, biting down on the fleshy part of her
hand to stifle the spew of moans and gasps that threatened to come out. Steve pulled away
slightly, his fingers still plunging deep inside of her and curling to rub against that ultra-
sensitive spot within her. “One day baby, I’m going to eat this pussy and you’ll be as loud as
you want, with nothing holding us back.”

Skylar whimpered at the combination of his fingers and his words, and she felt the
sensitive ball of tension inside of her throbbing and aching, begging to be released. Her
breathing became ragged and desperate as the knot within her built and built, and then, all too
soon she was at the edge, and she was so close to falling over it.

“St-Steve,” she whispered breathily. “Can I come? Please?”

“What a good girl you are for asking first.” He praised with a dark laugh. Instead of
answering though, he lifted her again, showing off his impressive strength, and suddenly he
was lowering her over his hips; the next second he was thrusting into her, pressing his lips to
hers as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her.

Skylar cried out a little against his lips as he entered her, her orgasm powerfully
overtaking her and making her entrance spasm and pulse around Steve’s cock as adrenaline
and doses of euphoria filled her bloodstream and Skylar whimpered against Steve’s lips.
Steve chuckled as Skylar became boneless in his arms, “feel good baby?”

Skylar whimpered again and nodded, circling her hips around Steve’s cock, enjoying
the sensations of him within her, of her muscles clenching and pulsating around him. She
never had time to recover from her explosive high, because all too soon, the knot was
tightening within her all over again and she was getting closer, closer to the edge.

“Steve.” Skylar moaned again, circling her hips, and clenching her inner muscles
tightly. “I-I’m so close.”

Steve continued to thrust powerfully beneath her. “You going to come on my cock,
baby?”

Skylar nodded, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

“That’s my girl.” He praised her, and at his words, she fell apart for the second time,
her passage spasming and pulsing wildly as waves of euphoria and adrenaline spread
throughout her system.
 Skylar collapsed onto Steve’s chest, her cheek resting over his racing heartbeat; it was
nice to know that she affected them just as much as they affected her. She could feel him
spilling into her as he slammed into her a final time, her entrance tightening over his cock as
his seed filled her.

Steve’s arms tightened around her as he held her turning her so that they were on their
sides, although he was still snug inside of her. Skylar snuggled her head into the pillow, as
Bucky unconsciously wrapped an arm around Skylar’s waist, spooning her closely. Skylar
unconsciously clenched around Steve’s cock, squirming a little at the sensations he was
evoking.

“Are you okay, Steve?” Skylar asked softly.

Steve smiled sadly, reaching out a hand to stroke her cheek. “Everything will be okay,
sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I want to love you, you and Bucky,” Skylar admitted.

“I know, sweetheart. Take as much time as you need.” Steve said.

“Just give me some time, okay? I’ll open up more eventually.”

Steve pressed a kiss to her lips. “Of course, princess. Take all the time you need.”

Skylar snuggled against Steve as he pulled the blankets over her and Bucky.
“Goodnight, Steve.”

Steve pressed a kiss to her temple, pulling her close to his chest. “Goodnight,
sweetheart.”

Steve waited until Skylar’s breathing evened out, and once he was certain she was
asleep, he whispered into the darkness. “I love you, Skylar Stark, and you are everything to
me.” He pressed one more kiss to her hairline before settling down beside her, his cock
throbbing inside of her still but he enjoyed the sense of connection. All too soon, Steve was
being pulled under just as Bucky and Skylar had, unconsciousness claiming him as well.

Chapter End Notes

i hate myself lmao whoops that happened

Next Chapter !

Old insecurities come to the surface

As the two waited for their drinks, the man turned to her. “Do you come here often?”

Skylar shifted a little. “I come here often enough. I work in the building, so it’s
convenient.”

His smile seemed to widen. “You work in Stark Tower? That’s quite impressive for your
age.”

Skylar continued to smile pleasantly but internally was irked at the ‘for your age’ line. “I
just started there a few days ago, so it’s very new. Do you work close by?”

The man shrugged. “I work here and there. Should probably get back to it soon.”

As if on cue, the barista set both of their lattes on the counter, bidding them a good day.

As they left the coffee shop, the man turned to her once more and offered her his hand.
“I’m Brock, by the way, Brock Rumlow."
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