Point of View: Steve Rogers
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Fifteen minutes later he came back with a black pillowcase in his hand. "Who's ready?" He called out, all too excited for the upcoming events.

"What are you doing, Tony?" Thor asked, tossing Mjolnir into the air playfully as he'd been doing all afternoon.

"Doth thou haveth a better idea, Son of Odin? Or you, sir," he raised his voice, "God of Mischief? Doth thou knoweth of any Asgardian games we could entertain ourselves with?" Now he was just mocking them for no reason... sometimes I wonder what the Hell he's thinking.

"No, you blundering, hubristic oaf," Loki replied with a smirk from the window.

"Well, then we're doing this my way," he assured the rest of us.

"Doing what, exactly, your way?" Bruce asked, looking up from his book and taking off his glasses, holding both in his lap as he waited patiently for a response.

"This game of my own creation, of course," he continued. "The goal is to include more than just Capsicle and his little boyfriend over here," he chuckled looking over at Bucky and I.

Bucky looked at me and then at Tony like he was about to stand and punch the living daylights out of him.

"Alright," I said, placing a hand on Bucky to calm him. "Alright. Just get on with it then."

"Thank you. So, there are some items in this pillowcase that I specifically chose so that we each might be almost exactly represented. I wrote up a list of what each of them represents so no one can accuse me of cheating; I'll give the list to Banner," he walked over and handed it to him. "Here are the rules: when your name is called you will come over to me and pull one item out of the bag. Whichever person the item represents, via Bruce's list, you must spend seven minutes in the closet with," he winked at us. "Got it?" We all nodded in approval out of utter boredom. "Now, since Cap over here gave me this incredibly wonderful idea, I say he gets to pick first," he smiled smugly.

Oh lord, this isn't gonna end well.

"Fine," I leaned over and kissed Bucky once more and whispered, "I hope I choose you, Buck" and walked over to Tony.

"Aww how cute," he said when I reached into the bag. I shot him daggers.

"What the Hell is in here- er, ugh, why on Earth is it wet?" I made a disgusted face as he just smiled and watched me... I carefully avoided the wet substance. Instead I felt something metallic, and relatively small compared to everything else in there. My hand pulled out "a wrist watch?"

"Motherf—" the rest was incomprehensible. "Not just a watch, Rogers. It's a vibranium, very expensive watch that happens to have been worked very hard on in attempts to perfect the nanotechnology used in the suits that belong to... uh, well, me..." he let out an aggravated sigh.

I looked over at Banner to confirm as he opened up the paper to read off the name that was written there. "Uhhm... it says 'Tony Stark, you lucky son of a bitch!' on the paper next to the wrist watch," he said monotonously, looking up at me unenthusiastically.

What did I get myself into?

"You have got to be kidding me," I looked at Tony. "I'm gonna have to spend seven minutes in a closet with-" I looked at Bucky. He was laughing his ass off.

"Hold the pillowcase, please, Banner," he said after putting the watch back inside. "There's the closet," he pointed to the end of the room at the smallest closet in the whole damn building. Of course. "Now, there's a clock over the door. The seven minutes starts once the door is shut and," he pulled out a key and handed it to Nat, "locked. Got it?"

"Yup," she said. "Good luck..."

He chuckled, "thanks."

"I was talking to Steve," she replied with a grin.

"Thanks Romanoff," I said as I entered the closet.

Here goes nothing.

The door shut and I heard it lock as complete darkness fell over us. I couldn't see a damn thing, even with my heightened super human capabilities. The only light I could see was the last rays of dwindling golden sunlight entering through the crack at the bottom of the door, as well as the ethereal blues pushing through Tony's shirt.

"So, are we just gonna stand here, Rogers?" Why can't he just call me Steve like everyone else does?

"What else would you like to do, hmm?" Bad question. Terrible, horrible question. Why did I have to ask?

"I have a few..." he felt his way towards me, "ideas in mind..." he, inevitably, found me. His hands made their way to my face. They were calloused, like he had been working all his life.

Out of nothing, I was slowly pushed into the wall. To think someone so much, well, shorter and physically smaller than me could be so damn aggressive.

I could feel the heat radiating through his jeans into mine... and it was almost as if I could actually hear his heart beat quickening in his chest, beating against mine; or perhaps that was simply the roar of my own heart racing in my ears.

Picture Bucky, picture Bucky, picture Bucky- that's all I had to do to make it through this with ease... though, that just makes me complacent, then, huh? If only I hadn't been kissing him just before, this would have been a lot easier to avoid.

I suppose I'm not that lucky, as I, inevitably, gave in.

I could hear his breath getting closer to me. Hot air on my chest, my neck, my cheeks- my lips. He was right there, and so unavoidably so, too. I was already hot from making out with Bucky before so I figured there was no way around this damned horniness.

It's a normal reaction, I told myself. Really. It's just a game, there's no avoiding this - this hot feeling, this pang in my stomach, this insane amount of sexual tension filling up the room to the brim - so you might as well just go with it.

His lips teased at mine pushing me over the edge. It was as if neither of us could take it anymore. He moved closer, as much as he physically could and pushed his crotch into mine... then, breaking all bounds, he kissed me furiously. Our first kiss. Not bad, I guess, for what I've been given- a straight man. Good thing he has Pepper because I'm not sure how well Bucky would've taken it if Tony had been gay, too. His beard rubbed on my skin and it, surprisingly, convinced me into actually liking this... God, I wish I hadn't gotten so turned on beforehand.

I flipped us around, so I was now the aggressor for a change. My hands traveled up his shirt, I met something in the middle of his chest. The Arc-Reactor. Now that I looked at it, it emitted a sort of a white light than a blue one. To be fair, it really wasn't like I was opposed to metallic enhancements of any kind to begin with... I grabbed onto him up at his waist and his legs, almost naturally, maneuvered around my waist.

I grinded on him as he pulled my shirt off. His hands spanned across my abdomen, spending the perfect amount of time on each bump and hard muscle. He reached a trail of golden hair under my naval and followed it down to my belt. I let out a sigh as he undid the buckle between his own legs and myself. He stopped there, though, and continued to simply feel what had been exposed.

I suppose it's about time I turn it up a notch.

I went for his neck, sucking hard on the delicate skin and probably leaving a reddish purple mark. He groaned and I could feel the vibrations through his neck, so I bit into his skin. I moved my hands to his jeans and put my hands in his back pockets, reaching as deep as I could, given the fact that we had been against a wall.

He moaned my name quietly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, just as I pulled my face away from his neck to kiss his lips again and-

The door unlocked and creaked open before I could do anything about my, or his, appearance. The harsh light blinded me and Tony but that's not what everyone else seemed to notice. Christ, it was our position and status they were all staring at. Me. No shirt and an undone belt buckle with Tony's legs wrapped around my waist. Hell. I was hot and bothered with a face as red as a tomato. Sweat even rolled down the side of my face and I could feel a pressure in my pants as my breathing slowed down to a normal speed. Tony on the other hand had a messed up shirt and a bulge in the front of his pants, surprisingly... there was even a hickey starting to form beneath the blood staining a line down his neck from when I had bit him.

"You're bleeding," I whispered to Tony before facing everyone else again. He reached to his neck and wiped the blood away self-consciously.

"Well, well, well," Bucky strolled over. I dropped Tony down onto his feet as he tried to fix himself up, appearance wise.

Shit shit shit.

"Buck-" I tried to explain, but he wouldn't even let me have that.

"Stop. There's no need. Just c'mere," he came into the closet and pushed Tony, rather aggressively, out of the way. At least Nat caught him as he nearly fell.

Bucky... Hell, he kissed me so damn hard. We don't kiss like that unless we're... well, alone... and, quite honestly, fucking.

"Good game then," Bucky said as he pulled away from the kiss, patting my shoulder and then Tony's as he walked away from the crowd. I was dazed to be honest. I mean, I was lost at first, after having kissed Tony... then kissing Bucky- it was a lot.

"Right. Good game, Tony. I - uh - had fun," I finally managed to spit out.

"Oh no... No, it's not over," Tony explained. "Since you pulled my name, I have to pick out of the pillowcase next."

I guess that's what he neglected to tell us all, isn't it? The fact that this was merely the beginning.