Habitual Insanity

Summary: Steve, Bruce, and Tony are in happy domestic three way bliss. But is there trouble in paradise when Bucky is found, and for fucks sake can we please get some better villains because this is getting ridiculous. 

The light from the early morning sun seeped in through the blinds, illuminating Tony’s path through the living room as he finally made his way up to bed. The digital clock on the wall read 5:45am, meaning he only had fifteen minutes of cuddle time before Cap was up for his morning run and Bruce went to start breakfast. He wrinkled his nose, remembering how at the beginning of their relationship Bruce used to sneak back up here with him, toeing their way through discarded clothes and hoping against hope that Steve would not realize how long it had been since either of them had slept. But sadly enough, Bruce had been no match against Steve’s attempts at domesticating the two scientists. Tony hadn’t been either, but this was something he could never be broken of, and Steve had given up months ago. He had meant to go straight in, slip out of his shoes and crawl directly into bed. He had not expected to be caught off guard by the sight before him. Both men were on their sides, Bruce’s face mashed into the curve of Steve’s neck as the super soldier held him crushed against his chest, their legs tangled impossibly together. He wasn’t sure how long he stood in the doorway, watching the way the light refracted across Steve’s bare shoulder, how Bruce would occasionally snuffle closer to the other’s chest, marveling at the way Steve just dwarfed their other lover in an embrace that was nothing but possessive.

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I am yet again cranking out another Stark Spangled Banner drabble. I have a feeling this is going to become a trend.