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Steve’s blond eyebrows furrow in thought. Phil’s stern and cautious nature are a blessing, even if they catch Steve off-guard, now that he’s had the luxury of such calm times to let down his defenses. He tucks his arms beneath Phil’s and wraps them snugly around his slippery waist. “I… hadn’t thought of that. I suppose I should have spoken to you first… but I just wanted to be nice to Kurt after the world has been so cruel, especially now that he’s found someone that will love him for who he is.” He rakes a wet hand through his hair to slick it from his eyes, then resumes his embrace, voice weighty with discipline while he rests his chin into Phil’s neck.

“Tell me about Victor…and his father.”

Phil leans his head back against his Steve pillow, knowing no matter what year it is, Steve will always be too sweet and kind-natured for his own good.  “Are you aware of Ultron?  The robot Reed Richards designed that developed its own intelligence and went Rogue?  Everyone knows Ultron built the Vision as well, but not many people know he made a cyborg too with the skin cells of a woman.  That Cyborg’s Victor…he’s modeled after Victor Von Doom.  He’s got electric powers almost just like him.  And I don’t know if you’ve seen the news about the mysterious destruction on 23rd and Castle st but that was Victor malfunctioning.  That’s the bad news.  The good news is, when he’s in control he hates his father and joined that group of Runaways who killed their evil parents.”  Phil sighs, hating that someone so young has such a complicated life.  Victor’s a good kid, really.  If he weren’t, he’d be behind bars instead of just keeping tabs on.

“I just worry about you.  You always do what your heart feels is right, but this isn’t the 1930’s anymore.  There’s things such as cyborgs and shapeshifters now and your identity isn’t exactly secret.”  He sinks further down into the tub, desperately wanting nothing more than to install the best security SHIELD has to offer around the apartment.  “We got lucky with Victor but…do a background check on your next visitors, ok?” 

“Perhaps your tech boys ought to kit my apartment out. You know, those laser retina scanners and whatnot, like in the movies. Then you can be a secret agent man at home, too!” With an audibly lighter tone he hugs Phil a little more snugly. “Then if I break protocol on duty by forgetting a background check, you can pull rank on me and… punish me.”

At this point, we must make the reader keenly aware that Steve hasn’t got much of a clue as to what that means, but he heard it on a TV show and he thought it sounded sultry, and has been waiting for an opportune time to use it. In his mind it’s something awful like sorting papers and sweeping the hangar.

He does, however, know exactly how to nibble a specific spot on Phil’s upper ear as a sign that it’s time to leave the work talk outside of the tub.

*Numnumnum*

“So, we can worry about Ultron another time. I think I want to render an entirely different man into exhausted surrender.”

Phil is about to open his mouth and agree to the heightened security protocols around the apartment until Steve so casually says that part about punishing him and all Phil can do is sputter.  Poor Steve, of course he’s too innocent and naive to how morally and sexually corrupted the future is.  “Steve…Steve no…”  Phil covers his face with his hands to attempt to hide the way his cheeks are reddening at the thought of Steve’s wrists handcuffed to the bedpost, his muscular torso heaving with each breath and his beautiful blue eyes covered by a blindfold.  Phil sinks deeper into the water, unable to tell if it’s the hot water or him secondhand embarrassment that’s making him start to sweat.

“Steve…I don’t think you know what the words coming out of your mouth mean.”  He’s cut off with a soft gasp by the lips on his ear and might as well melt away into the tub. 

The warmth of his whisper and vibration from the bass of his voice resonate into Phil’s ear as he replies with the closest thing Steve could call a lusty purr. “Judging by how fast this ear warmed up, I’d say it’s something… lewd? Well… I can’t help it, being with you like this. You might call it inspiration.” After a few seconds they crack up in a bashful giggle fit.

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They HAD to know I’d been to that game. Hopefully Phil is ensuring better standards at S.H.I.E.L.D. by now! *Nudge nudge*

*Sets jaw* Unfortunately… that… is… the… gospel… truth.

*Bursts into a happy laughing fit*

I’m glad I make you feel at home, but I’m a bit burly to be anyone’s mother, aren’t I? Not so sure you want to see me tending a pot roast in a pink apron and high heels, dabbing Avon Cotillion behind my ears and then firing up the Victrola for dinner music! I’m more than flattered that I’ve brought you some measure of ‘motherliness’, though. Just… don’t call me Mom, huh? Pop’ll do, if you don’t mind. 

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Phil’s almost in a fit of giggles as he covers his nose to block the scent of sulfur left behind.  The poor bashful kids being shoved together by their hero and then after all Steve had done to hide their relationship, he sticks his head out the window and hollars about it for the whole block to hear.  He keeps his mouth shut about the fact that any paparazzi could have been lurking about on the sidewalk, and takes his phone out as he goes to start the bath and finally get out of his work suit in exchange for his birthday suit as he checks the media feed on his phone to make sure there weren’t any rumors circulating yet about Captain America smooching someone in front of two teenage boys or if anyone had put the pieces together of the fact that the only other person seen entering the apartment was Phil. 

All seems quiet at the moment, and he hurriedly sets his phone aside as Steve joins him.  “No audience?  You mean you weren’t putting on a show for Kurt while Victor was in here?”  Speaking of which, Phil glances around the bathroom, expecting to see something broken from how much time the boy had spent in here before settling back against Steve’s chest.  He bites at his bottom lip worriedly, not wanting to spill any secrets but not wanting to keep Steve in the dark.  Especially not after seeing snapshots of the destruction Victor had caused in the street, rivaling Loki, especially not since he knew how Steve felt about Loki, especially not since Steve seemed to like Victor and the boy seemed so sweet and innocent when he wasn’t living up to his birthright as Ultron’s son.  SHIELD information was classified at all costs, but if Victor goes haywire again, Phil doesn’t want to see confusion and betrayal clash in Steve’s blue eyes when he finds out.

“Steve…I think there’s something you should know about Victor Mancha…”  Just the fact that he knows the boys last name without being told should clarify that he’s read his personnel files.  “SHIELD keeps tabs on the boy.  He’s not exactly human, he’s not exactly in control and…his father is one of the worst villains we’ve encountered.”  He lets anything about comparing the poor boy to Loki slide by, knowing psychotic tendencies weren’t in his control nor did he enjoy them and Phil shifts slightly to turn and give Steve a soft peck on the lips.  “I don’t mean to bring work home, but I didn’t know he was Kurt’s boyfriend until I saw him in the hall.  He’s a good boy but you have to be more careful of who you invite over.”

Squeezing Steve’s arm, Phil didn’t want to think about what would have happened if Victor was more like Ultron and this had been a trap to catch Captain America where he was vulnerable.  Kurt, being one of Steve’s known friends had to be careful as well, and the group of them had turned out lucky that this wasn’t all just some diabolical plot.  Steve could take a lot and put up a good fight but there’d be nothing anyone could do if a bullet caught him unaware and that wasn’t a possibility that Phil was going to allow.

Steve’s blond eyebrows furrow in thought. Phil’s stern and cautious nature are a blessing, even if they catch Steve off-guard, now that he’s had the luxury of such calm times to let down his defenses. He tucks his arms beneath Phil’s and wraps them snugly around his slippery waist. “I… hadn’t thought of that. I suppose I should have spoken to you first… but I just wanted to be nice to Kurt after the world has been so cruel, especially now that he’s found someone that will love him for who he is.” He rakes a wet hand through his hair to slick it from his eyes, then resumes his embrace, voice weighty with discipline while he rests his chin into Phil’s neck.

“Tell me about Victor…and his father.”

Phil leans his head back against his Steve pillow, knowing no matter what year it is, Steve will always be too sweet and kind-natured for his own good.  “Are you aware of Ultron?  The robot Reed Richards designed that developed its own intelligence and went Rogue?  Everyone knows Ultron built the Vision as well, but not many people know he made a cyborg too with the skin cells of a woman.  That Cyborg’s Victor…he’s modeled after Victor Von Doom.  He’s got electric powers almost just like him.  And I don’t know if you’ve seen the news about the mysterious destruction on 23rd and Castle st but that was Victor malfunctioning.  That’s the bad news.  The good news is, when he’s in control he hates his father and joined that group of Runaways who killed their evil parents.”  Phil sighs, hating that someone so young has such a complicated life.  Victor’s a good kid, really.  If he weren’t, he’d be behind bars instead of just keeping tabs on.

“I just worry about you.  You always do what your heart feels is right, but this isn’t the 1930’s anymore.  There’s things such as cyborgs and shapeshifters now and your identity isn’t exactly secret.”  He sinks further down into the tub, desperately wanting nothing more than to install the best security SHIELD has to offer around the apartment.  “We got lucky with Victor but…do a background check on your next visitors, ok?” 

“Perhaps your tech boys ought to kit my apartment out. You know, those laser retina scanners and whatnot, like in the movies. Then you can be a secret agent man at home, too!” With an audibly lighter tone he hugs Phil a little more snugly. “Then if I break protocol on duty by forgetting a background check, you can pull rank on me and… punish me.”

At this point, we must make the reader keenly aware that Steve hasn’t got much of a clue as to what that means, but he heard it on a TV show and he thought it sounded sultry, and has been waiting for an opportune time to use it. In his mind it’s something awful like sorting papers and sweeping the hangar.

He does, however, know exactly how to nibble a specific spot on Phil’s upper ear as a sign that it’s time to leave the work talk outside of the tub.

*Numnumnum*

“So, we can worry about Ultron another time. I think I want to render an entirely different man into exhausted surrender.”

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Steve sniffs and swats the smoke away, then hears Kurt through the slit in the window and breaks into a hearty chuckle, padding over and opening the window to lean out. “Did all our affection scare you boys off? Kinda like watching your daaaad give someone a big smooch, huh?” He teases cheerily to the air. “Well, I’m sure you have studying to do anyway. Get home safely, you two!” He waves goodnight and presses the window back down, then turns back to Phil, arcing an eyebrow. “So… seems I have a little TLC to catch up on, since you were such a good sport, eh, Honeybunny?”

Phil’s reaction to the nickname just gives him another laugh. “I’ll get the dishes and YOU… starts us a nice bath?”

Stoic agent or no, it’s plainly visible that Phil is happy to oblige, for all his trained posturing and slate-faced politeness.

Not long after, the two sink gratefully into a hot bath fragranced with pine, cedar and pepper.

“And now that we have no audience…”

Phil’s almost in a fit of giggles as he covers his nose to block the scent of sulfur left behind.  The poor bashful kids being shoved together by their hero and then after all Steve had done to hide their relationship, he sticks his head out the window and hollars about it for the whole block to hear.  He keeps his mouth shut about the fact that any paparazzi could have been lurking about on the sidewalk, and takes his phone out as he goes to start the bath and finally get out of his work suit in exchange for his birthday suit as he checks the media feed on his phone to make sure there weren’t any rumors circulating yet about Captain America smooching someone in front of two teenage boys or if anyone had put the pieces together of the fact that the only other person seen entering the apartment was Phil. 

All seems quiet at the moment, and he hurriedly sets his phone aside as Steve joins him.  “No audience?  You mean you weren’t putting on a show for Kurt while Victor was in here?”  Speaking of which, Phil glances around the bathroom, expecting to see something broken from how much time the boy had spent in here before settling back against Steve’s chest.  He bites at his bottom lip worriedly, not wanting to spill any secrets but not wanting to keep Steve in the dark.  Especially not after seeing snapshots of the destruction Victor had caused in the street, rivaling Loki, especially not since he knew how Steve felt about Loki, especially not since Steve seemed to like Victor and the boy seemed so sweet and innocent when he wasn’t living up to his birthright as Ultron’s son.  SHIELD information was classified at all costs, but if Victor goes haywire again, Phil doesn’t want to see confusion and betrayal clash in Steve’s blue eyes when he finds out.

“Steve…I think there’s something you should know about Victor Mancha…”  Just the fact that he knows the boys last name without being told should clarify that he’s read his personnel files.  “SHIELD keeps tabs on the boy.  He’s not exactly human, he’s not exactly in control and…his father is one of the worst villains we’ve encountered.”  He lets anything about comparing the poor boy to Loki slide by, knowing psychotic tendencies weren’t in his control nor did he enjoy them and Phil shifts slightly to turn and give Steve a soft peck on the lips.  “I don’t mean to bring work home, but I didn’t know he was Kurt’s boyfriend until I saw him in the hall.  He’s a good boy but you have to be more careful of who you invite over.”

Squeezing Steve’s arm, Phil didn’t want to think about what would have happened if Victor was more like Ultron and this had been a trap to catch Captain America where he was vulnerable.  Kurt, being one of Steve’s known friends had to be careful as well, and the group of them had turned out lucky that this wasn’t all just some diabolical plot.  Steve could take a lot and put up a good fight but there’d be nothing anyone could do if a bullet caught him unaware and that wasn’t a possibility that Phil was going to allow.

Steve’s blond eyebrows furrow in thought. Phil’s stern and cautious nature are a blessing, even if they catch Steve off-guard, now that he’s had the luxury of such calm times to let down his defenses. He tucks his arms beneath Phil’s and wraps them snugly around his slippery waist. “I… hadn’t thought of that. I suppose I should have spoken to you first… but I just wanted to be nice to Kurt after the world has been so cruel, especially now that he’s found someone that will love him for who he is.” He rakes a wet hand through his hair to slick it from his eyes, then resumes his embrace, voice weighty with discipline while he rests his chin into Phil’s neck.

“Tell me about Victor…and his father.”

Oh, it’s alright. Both of you boys are so bashful! I think I might’ve come on a bit too strong, but I promise I’m still by your side if you need me. I’ll, ah, give you more space then. Heh. You always have Cap in your corner, Son!

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Kurt’s on the same mind path as Victor actually.  Thinking oh shit, I was supposed to romance him and take him out to dinner?  He’d heard this story before but for some reason Steve’s stories just always felt like fairy tales instead of real life and now he’s wondering how he got so lucky to actually get with Victor without romancing him first.  All he’d really done was act awkward and wrap his tail around him a bunch.  The most romantic thing would have to be when he tried to stop him from his little mental break down in the middle of the street but really that was Kurt’s own fault from trying to attack Magneto by himself. 

He feels like he’s in a superhero homosexual support group all of a sudden and gives Steve a rough pat on the back.  “On ze bright side, if you ever come out of ze closet, the gay pride parades von’t has to vorry about anyvone attacking with a tank.”  Not that any of them had been attacked by a tank yet but hey Steve just said he take on a tank. 

“You know… I’ve been dwelling on that, Mr. Wagner. If I were a single man I might consider it, but at the moment I’ve got more than my own happiness at stake. In the meantime, you and Mr. Mancha are younger and have less riding on your shoulders. I’ll be happy to cheer you from the sidelines and be your backup. Sound fair?” Of course, with his super-heroic smile, it would be hard to find any reason to disagree. “Now, since everything’s all out in the open and such… you boys feel free to get all cuddled up and sappy. Goodness knows I got a big enough couch!” He chuckles. He might also nudge the boys a bit closer. Just call him a big, patriotic cupid… whose ‘nudge’ is strong enough to shove poor Kurt right onto Victor’s lap and fling his arms around Victor’s neck for balance.

Kurt can’t show up to an gay pride parade without it risking on the mutant pride side and it’s hard enough to tolerate free love much less free love AND a blue guy with a tail.  He’ll happily watch it on TV from where it’s safe on his couch. 

His yellow eyes go wide as the moon when he finds himself on Victors lap and how long did it take them to slowly sneak closer to each other before they found themselves like this the first time?  But straddling Victor on Steve’s couch seems wrong and pervy and he has a hard time letting his sappy side show when others around to witness it.  Someone who’s had a life of hiding everything has a hard time showing anyone anything and on a panicked impulse, he clings to Victor and teleports away.

His teleportion is always short distance though, and he finds himself just outside the apartment building with a groan.  “Aaaaaaw man.  I’m sorry Wictor.”  Looking up at the side of the apartment building he wonders if he should go back up or just call it a night.  Might as well at least text Steve.

Steve sniffs and swats the smoke away, then hears Kurt through the slit in the window and breaks into a hearty chuckle, padding over and opening the window to lean out. “Did all our affection scare you boys off? Kinda like watching your daaaad give someone a big smooch, huh?” He teases cheerily to the air. “Well, I’m sure you have studying to do anyway. Get home safely, you two!” He waves goodnight and presses the window back down, then turns back to Phil, arcing an eyebrow. “So… seems I have a little TLC to catch up on, since you were such a good sport, eh, Honeybunny?”

Phil’s reaction to the nickname just gives him another laugh. “I’ll get the dishes and YOU… starts us a nice bath?”

Stoic agent or no, it’s plainly visible that Phil is happy to oblige, for all his trained posturing and slate-faced politeness.

Not long after, the two sink gratefully into a hot bath fragranced with pine, cedar and pepper.

“And now that we have no audience…”

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Victor tilts his head in an insulted sort of curiosity and can’t help his eyes flashing electric blue for a second, as the idea of Steve still thinking this was something that would make him change his opinion of him.  His explanation doesn’t help, and Victor glances over at Kurt wondering if anyone thought of either of them as flowery or pansies now just because of their relationship.  After everything everyone in this room has been through, the blood on their hands and the fights they’ve been through he can’t imagine anyone daring to think that they’re any less of a man just because they love a man.  He looks back to Phil, more grateful for his words that ease away the sick feeling in his stomach.

He doesn’t get the bunny joke but he still finds himself wedged on the couch and sneaking his slice of cheesecake onto Kurt’s plate when no one’s looking.  Steve’s telling the story but Victor’s long distracted, feeling sick.  Maybe there was something wrong with him.  Maybe the way Steve’s acting all gushy over Phil was how normal people were SUPPOSED to act and the only reason Victor wasn’t oozing all over Kurt was because he’s not entirely human.  Maybe Kurt deserves someone with real feelings and it’s hard to feel happy in the moment next to his lovestruck hero while he’s riding down the angst road of thinking he wasn’t good enough for Kurt.  Was he supposed to give him an adorable nickname too and have friends over for dinner and movies and cake? 

Once he finally concludes the meandering tale of how they’d come to be, Steve puts an arm around Phil and makes a little sigh. “I still… have quite a bit to catch up on, in this day and age… part of me isn’t quite sure what I am. I’ve always been attracted to women since I was younger, but I’ve never LOVED anyone like this. It may be hard to admit it aloud because of the stigma my generation was given about it, but folks these days DO seem much more accepting and understanding. Of course there’ll always be closed minds, and one must account for such things. But no amount of second-guessing will change what I’ve been yesterday, what I am today, and what I’ll be tomorrow.” He head lowers thoughtfully and, though the words are soft and subdued, their impact is like a punch to his own belly, as he has yet to ever say them.

“I’m Captain America. I can headbutt through a wall. I can carry an ox for a mile. I can rip the hatch off of a tank. I stand for the freedoms that make this nation what it is.”

He pauses and makes a weighty sigh.

“And I’m a homosexual.”

It feels so awkward to say but once it’s out, he feels like he’s spit out a bitter poison. In the potent silence his other arm takes in Kurt’s shoulders and reaches to one of Victor’s, giving it a squeeze. “We’re all tough sons’a guns, aren’t we?” He allows himself a chuckle. “Heaven help the man fool enough to call Captain America a pansy to his face, huh? Y’know… I think we’ll be alright. As long as each of us is here for the other, we’re a mix of unstoppable forces.” He turns and sneaks a little kiss to Phil’s cheek.

“And one ferocious kitten.”

Kurt’s on the same mind path as Victor actually.  Thinking oh shit, I was supposed to romance him and take him out to dinner?  He’d heard this story before but for some reason Steve’s stories just always felt like fairy tales instead of real life and now he’s wondering how he got so lucky to actually get with Victor without romancing him first.  All he’d really done was act awkward and wrap his tail around him a bunch.  The most romantic thing would have to be when he tried to stop him from his little mental break down in the middle of the street but really that was Kurt’s own fault from trying to attack Magneto by himself. 

He feels like he’s in a superhero homosexual support group all of a sudden and gives Steve a rough pat on the back.  “On ze bright side, if you ever come out of ze closet, the gay pride parades von’t has to vorry about anyvone attacking with a tank.”  Not that any of them had been attacked by a tank yet but hey Steve just said he take on a tank. 

“You know… I’ve been dwelling on that, Mr. Wagner. If I were a single man I might consider it, but at the moment I’ve got more than my own happiness at stake. In the meantime, you and Mr. Mancha are younger and have less riding on your shoulders. I’ll be happy to cheer you from the sidelines and be your backup. Sound fair?” Of course, with his super-heroic smile, it would be hard to find any reason to disagree. “Now, since everything’s all out in the open and such… you boys feel free to get all cuddled up and sappy. Goodness knows I got a big enough couch!” He chuckles. He might also nudge the boys a bit closer. Just call him a big, patriotic cupid… whose ‘nudge’ is strong enough to shove poor Kurt right onto Victor’s lap and fling his arms around Victor’s neck for balance.

Good Lord! You’re a saint, Miss Potts! Well, should you ever need a respite from babysitting, my flat is much more, ah, tame? And I’m not much of a drinker but I’m sure a nice glass of wine might be a welcome change. I have a swell view of the city from my living room, too. My door’s always open!