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Rough Morning-Stucky

Warnings: None. Just good old fluff.

I flopped in bed between Steve and Bucky and almost immediately fell asleep. I got under the covers, and they moved closer to me, each wrapping an arm around me. 

I have been gone for the past two weeks on an undercover mission with Natasha. We were almost found out, so we ended up staying another week before actually taking them down. Now I'm finally home with my husbands.  

Steve, Bucky, and I have been married for about six years and together for about eight years. Since we couldn't legally get married, Thor wed us. Apparently, more than two people in a relationship is more common than you'd think on Asgard. Everyone on the team was supportive. Oddly, even my brother Clint. 

I joined the Avengers when New York happened. I was just an agent back then. But once I heard someone had taken my brother, I was determined to find Loki and beat the shit out of him. Sadly, I wasn't allowed to do that. I was there when Steve found out the Winter Soldier was Bucky. Even when we went on the run back during the accords, that's how we fell in love. (In this, Bucky didn't go to Wakanda to get his memories back. Steve worked with him every day, and after a few months, he got them back.) Clint hated how I wouldn't go with him back to the farm. But I had to help them. 

After being on the run for two years, Thanos came. We were able to stop him in Wakanda, though. (Endgame never happens in this.) Sadly, Thanos still took Vision's life. A month after that, I asked the boys to marry me, and they said yes. I'm far from a woman who would be back then. I hate wearing dresses more than anything. I loved fighting, especially men, because I love seeing their faces when I win. I can't cook, and I hate cleaning, and sometimes I hate tradition. Which is exactly why I asked them. Apparently, they were going to ask me as well because they showed me the ring Steve kept in his pocket 24/7. 

I was abruptly woken up as I felt the bed start moving up and down over and over, and "Mommy! Mommy, wake up!" was being yelled. "No. Boys, please not now." I groaned and turned on my stomach, hiding my face in the pillow my head was on. "Boys, stop. Mommy got back late last night, so she's very tired. Go downstairs and play with your toys. Daddy and I will be down soon to make breakfast." Bucky told them. "Okay." "Bye, Mommy." I heard them say that the bedroom door was closed. 

The two bundles of energy that just woke me up would be Elijah and Noah. Twins. They are 5 years old. After being married for a little we didn't want to wait to have kids. So, I went off the pill, and they stopped using condoms. But what we didn't know was that I was pregnant with twins. We didn't care if the babies belonged to Steve or Bucky; they would have three parents no matter what. But we did a test to see, because I knew you could be pregnant with twins and they could have different fathers. And sure enough, Elijah is Steve's, and Noah is Bucky's. Once they grew up, we didn't need that test to tell us. They were mini versions of my husband's. Elijah's got blond hair, and Steve's bright blue eyes, and Noah has Bucky's brown hair and blue eyes. 

"Good morning, Doll," Bucky said, lying back down. I just groaned in response and wrapped my arms under my pillow. "What time did you get in at?" He asked, leaving small kisses on my shoulder and rubbing my lower back. I held up three fingers, and he chuckled. "Well, it's 7:30. You gonna be able to fall back asleep?" I shook my head and moved to look at him. 

"Ah, so I do get to see that pretty face." He acted shocked. "Shut up and kiss me," I said. "Can do." Bucky leaned in and kissed my lips softy. I moaned into the kiss, and he pulled away. He pecked my lips once more before putting his head on his pillow. 

"Is Stevie still asleep?" I asked, hearing faint snores. "Yep," Bucky answered, popping the p. I turned around on my side and looked at Steve's sleeping figure. His mouth was slightly open, soft snores leaving his mouth, eyes tightly closed. 

"Wake up. If I get four hours of sleep, you're getting up too." I said to Steve. He just groaned and tried to fall back asleep. "No." I poked his side, and he opened his eyes. "Alright, alright, I'm up, sweetheart." Steve wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me against his chest. He kissed the top of my head, and I felt Bucky move up behind me. 

And the moment of being back with the two men I love was ruined by hearing my lovely daughter start screaming and crying. "I got her. You two make breakfast." I said, pushing away from them. "You sure. You could go back to bed." Steve said. "I'll be fine. Besides, I want to see my baby girl." I smiled and got out of bed. 

I walked out of our room and opened the door to the room next to ours. Veronica was standing up, holding onto her crib top, and started moving up and down once she saw me. "Hi, my sweet girl." I cooed. I walked over and picked her up. She had a big smile on her face and put her hands on my cheeks. 

We don't know who Veronica's father is, and honestly, we don't care. She's got my y/c/h hair and my y/c/e eyes. So it could be Steve or Bucky. But we were a family no matter what. 

I changed her diaper and took her downstairs. The boys were in the living room playing with some toys together, and Steve and Bucky were in the kitchen. Bucky saw that I had come downstairs and walked over immediately, taking Veronica from my arms. He started talking to her in a baby voice, and she giggled. 

I walked into the living room, and the boys saw me. "Mommy!" They yelled and ran over. I got on my knees, and they both hugged me. "Oh, how I missed your hugs. How were you for your fathers?" I asked, pulling away a little. "Good. We got to go out for ice cream." Noah told me. "Yeah, a couple of times." Elijah continued. "A couple? Oh, Bubba your like your father." I rubbed his head. 

"Boys. Come on, that was supposed to be our little secret." Bucky whined. "Sorry, Daddy." Elijah looked down. "Oh, stop that. I'm not mad. Mommy may be a little mad at me and Daddy for doing it, but whatever. You're not in trouble." Bucky picked him up and kissed his cheek. 

We had breakfast like a family, and it was really nice. I missed being back with them. I loved them more than anything. 

I didn't know how to end this. But I hope you enjoyed the first image. Just something cute for the first chapter.