{The Supersoldiers(A Sequel)}

Requested by Mdawg225 on ao3: I wouldn't mind having a whole story about Peter Bucky & Steve with Peter being like he is in this story tho. I'd read it for sure.

ALSO

Requested by run run run on ao3: You should do a second part where they (the school) find out the three of them are dating.

So I combined these two requests in one :D

TW: Floof.

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Peter was sitting in the auditorium(you said the whole school gets to know they're dating, the whole school WILL get to know they're dating), bored out of his mind. He would rather spend his time with his boyfriends rather than sitting and listening to some seminar about career choices when he already knew he was going to work at SI.

He pulled lightly at his lip ring, pretending not to notice people staring at him or Flash sitting far, far away from him.

'God, if you're real, please let some miracle happen to save me from here.'

The door burst open.

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"Hello. May we take Peter Parker with us?" Steve asked politely in the silent auditorium, hands behind his back.

"Hi, hello, we'll be taking our doll away from here," Bucky said, strutting in.

"Buck," Steve hissed. Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"This is the level of unbothered I dream to be," Ned whispered to Peter. Peter grinned at him.

"Hello, any of you there?" Steve snapped his fingers.

"Oh, sorry sirs," Principal Morita said, eyes wide, "We were actually having an important seminar on career choices. Mr. Parker needs to see this."

Bucky snorted and quickly located Peter with his eyes, motioning him to come to their side. "His career is already decided. He is going to be in a very important position in SI. Stark isn't going to let his prodigy go anywhere else."

Peter packed his bag and walked over to them, internally laughing. The entire school has never been this quiet.

"Что вы, ребята, здесь делаете?", he asked, smiling.

(What are you guys doing here?)

"Тор сказал, что вы молитесь долгое время, поэтому мы пришли посмотреть, что происходит. И мы не были бы хорошими любовниками, если бы позволили тебе страдать сейчас, не так ли?" Bucky grinned, pulling Peter closer to him by his waist.

(Thor said that you have been praying for a long time, so we came to see what was happening. And we wouldn't be good lovers if we let you suffer now, would we?)

"Hey, you both need to stop talking in Russian," Steve whined, pouting. Peter heard someone choke out a 'Captain America is whining and pouting?'

"Then you both need to stop flirting in German while I'm around," Bucky retorted.

Steve rolled his eyes and pulled Peter towards him, kissing his forehead, then his lips.

"Dayummmmmmmmmmm," Betty whistled.

Peter blushed and pushed Steve away, hitting his arm lightly.

"We'll be leaving," Peter told Principal Morita, then ran out, pulling Steve and Bucky along with him.

"You guys are idiots," Peter said in the car, finally bursting out laughing.

"We're your idiots," Bucky grinned cheekily, pulling him closer to kiss him.

"My idiots," Peter whispered, smiling softly.

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"FRIDAY, our floor please?" Bucky said.

"Of course, Mr. Barnes," FRIDAY said kindly, already working the elevator. Within seconds, the doors opened to the floor which Tony had given to them for no reason.

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"So, love, want to tell us why so many people looked disappointed when I kissed you?" Steve asked, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist and making him walk backward to fall into the couch.

"Yeah, I noticed that too," Bucky said, sitting on the couch and pulling Peter to sit on his lap.

"I don't know guys," Peter said, blushing at their undivided attention(he'll never get used to it), "Although Ned and MJ do say that a lot of people have a crush on me," he added when they glared playfully at him.

Bucky hummed and got up, kissing his cheek and declaring that he's going for a shower.

"Me too. You should clean up yourself, too, Schönheit(beautiful)," Steve said, picking him up bridal style and carrying him over to his room.

"You guys do know I can walk, right?" Peter said, snuggling into his neck.

Steve just kissed him.

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'Cause I, I know how to make the devil cry

Break 'em down, looking in my eyes

That's what I'm doing here tonight

Every time I come around

'Nother bad boy down

Got 'em like ooh ooh

Hit 'em with my love like ooh ooh

(Guess the song ;D)

Peter danced around the kitchen, singing along to the music and cooking some spaghetti for three men with super-metabolism.

"You have a gorgeous voice, doll," he heard a voice say.

Bucky was standing near the entryway of the kitchen, leaning against the side and smiling softly.

"He does," Steve agreed, coming out of nowhere to hug Peter and kiss Bucky, then disappearing into the living room.

"How the hell does he do that?" Peter asked, smirking at Bucky's light blush. As much as the two soldiers pretended to be annoyed at each other, they were still as smitten for the other as they were in the 1900s.

"I have no idea," Bucky murmured, "And stop smirking," he huffed.

Peter laughed and kissed his nose.

"Go to the living room," he said softly, "I'll get us spaghetti."

Bucky nodded, smiling gently, and stole another kiss, then went to the living room, snagging a bottle of water from the fridge on his way out.

Peter shook his head and laughed, getting some plates out.

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"Aah, fowd ish hiyah," Peter declared in a weird accent that was a mix of French, British, and American.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Steve asked, taking some plates from his hand and setting it on the table.

"Dolittle? It's by some actor called Robert Downey Junior," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure," Bucky said, finding the movie and clicking on it.

"C'mere," Steve said, patting the space between him and Bucky.

Peter fell into the seat, grabbing a plate of spaghetti.

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"Hey, that actor looks an awful lot like Stark, doesn't he?" Bucky exclaimed, pointing his fork at the screen.

"It does look like the old man," Peter agreed, squinting his eyes.

"For all we know, it might be Tony," Steve stated, shoving a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.

That's how they spent the rest of the night, eating and watching movie after movie. At one point, all of them moved closer to each other and were cuddled up together, the warmth and comfort making them sleepy.

That's how Tony found them the next day, tangled into each other in uncomfortable-looking positions, and he winced as he thought about the horrible backaches they would have, but smiled at the way Peter snuggled more into Steve who automatically brought both of his boyfriends closer to himself, looking ridiculously content.

"Hey FRIDAY, add a picture of this in my folder."