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Peter was ruffled from sleep and sex as he emerged from Bucky’s room, hungry.
He started to get out ingredients to cook them breakfast, a surprise for Bucky after his long mission—he’d only just gotten home the night before—when Steve walked into the apartment. Into Bucky’s den.
Peter didn’t bother to hide his shirtless, half-naked body. Steve had seen worse. His scent had alerted Peter it was him.
“Hi, Steve.” Peter greeted sweetly, still staring ahead. “You hungry?”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were here…” Steve cleared his throat and took a seat at the table. “And—always. If I’m not intruding.”
“Not at all,” Peter smiled over his shoulder, flipping the pancakes.
“Is Bucky here? I—”
A growl sounded from the corner of the room, as Bucky lurked the darkness, still barely awake.
Steve rolled his eyes.
“I’m not interested in your Omega, Buck. I was just here lettin’ you know…”
Bucky wrapped his arms around Peter, rubbing his face against his neck. “Mine.”
Bucky just glared at Steve until he left. Peter made sure he had some pancakes to take home.
“You’re ridiculous, Alpha,” Peter admonished Bucky with a giggle, “And you’re gonna feel very embarrassed about this when you’re awake properly.”