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Steve whimpered softly, moaning as Peter sucked at him, touched and teased him. Everything his husband did brought him a little bit more out of the memories of the mission and more into being focused on finally being home once more. “Trust you more than anyone,” he whispered, titling his head to one side as Peter’s mouth found his neck and the other’s hand wrapped around and stroked them both.

Peter moved slowly, taking his time as he did so, stroking his hand just a little faster as he kissed up Steve’s neck and leaned to kiss his husband deeply. “You can always trust me, Steve. I will never, ever, hurt you.” he swore softly. He kissed a trail down Steve’s body, reaching to grab their lube and coat his fingers. While he kissed along Steve’s chest, biting little bruises into the skin that would fade in time, his fingers moved to tease at Steve’s entrance, easing one finger into the blonde. “Gonna take good care of you, baby. My love, my mate, my husband.” he whispered. “Focus on me and come home.”

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Steve

Steve looked up and nodded slowly. “It’s getting easier to eat again,” he said quietly. “Not everything tastes like ash anymore.” HE dropped his gaze to his hand. “I… I don’t know how much Peter has told you but… when Thanos did… what he did… we lost… a lot. Bucky, T’Challa, Wanda, Vision, Sam… found out from That the list also included Peter and someone he’d only recently met that was fighting for us named Stephen Strange. Some kind of… sorcerer or something. I don’t know. We still have yet to hear from Clint or Scott. Fury’s gone, too.” He began to shake a bit as he spoke and he swallowed hard.

“We don’t know how to fix what Thanos did; or if we even can. Bruce and Tony are working to find Scott Lang and Hank Pym to see if there’s something they can do through… whatever it is they do. I don’t know. I still don’t understand it all. Meanwhile, the rest of us… what’s left of us… have gone home to try and… recover… get ready for the next fight when it comes.”

Peter leaned over to press a kiss to Steve’s head, closing his eyes as he listened.

Derek moved to sit at the chair situated by the desk. “He told us enough to appease everyone else.” he began, listening and watching his alpha as Steve spoke. This wasn’t easy on Steve or Peter, and the wolf tried to remember that as he nodded a little.

“I heard from Clint. He and the kids are safe.” Stiles said softly. “I’m just trying to figure out why everywhere else was hit so hard…and then we only lost Theo.”

“We lost people who meant more to us than that chimera bastard.” Peter growled low, pain in his words.

“I know that, Peter, don’t growl at me.” Stiles huffed. “I mean in the moment, as it happened, the only one we lost that was here was Theo.” He looked down, thinking. “Maybe I can find something in the records.”

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Steve

Steve was completely at Peter’s mercy and he loved every minute of it. No one else had as much trust frmo him as his husband. Granted, it had taken time to get to this point in their relationship, but never once did Steve ever think things wouldn’t work between them. Peter was everything to him… lover, friend, protector, equal… he loved the other man more than life itself.

And Peter knew exactly how to touch and tease him, making him moan and writhe beneath him there on the bed…

Peter took his time, bobbing his head slowly on the hard shaft, eyes watching Steve as he did so. He loved being able to wreck Steve, to clear the darkness from his husband’s mind and catch him as he fell into pieces at the sheer force of the protection of their bond. He finally pulled off with a quiet pop, kissing his way back up Steve’s body to capture his lips in a heated kiss. “I love when you let go for me. Let me put you back together after a bad mission.” he whispered. “That you trust me to make the world fall away until it’s only us.” His lips trailed to Steve’s neck, kissing over the bite mark on his husband’s shoulder. He moved carefully, one hand holding him up while the other reached to grasp their cocks as best he could, slowly stroking them together.

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It took Steve a couple more days before he started actually talking to Peter more about everything that had happened. He was surprised the pack hadn’t lost more than it had, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset at Theo’s loss. He’d caused them more trouble than he was worth, honestly, especially for Stiles. Still, Steve found it hardest to talk about Bucky and Sam more than anyone else they’d lost.

Eventually, after he’d been back in the manor almost four days, he decided the should try seeing at least some of the pack and told Peter he’d start with Derek and Stiles first…

Peter stayed at Steve’s side, tending to anything his mate needed. Curling around Steve when the nightmares came, singing softly to lull him back to sleep, helping him eat when he hadn’t touched a thing all day. As Steve slowly opened up, Peter was a pair of warm, safe arms, understanding and heartbroken as they sat or lay in bed, only wanting Steve to know he was there, and he was never leaving without a fight. When Steve decided he wanted to start with Stiles and Derek, he went down to get them, and he promised Malia that she’d see her stepfather soon. “I know it hurts to worry, my little wolf.”

Malia smiled sadly. “Just tell him I love him.” she replied, squeezing Derek’s hand as her cousin followed her father up the stairs with Stiles not far behind.

Derek moved to let Stiles in between he and Peter, watching as Peter moved to once more sit next to Steve. “Peter says you’re eating again.” he said hopefully, trying not to hit the very sensitive topic.

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Steve

Exhaustion set in heavily and Steve said nothing more before falling asleep in Peter’s arms. It wasn’t a restless sleep by any means. He woke at least three times during the night from nightmares that left him crying, screaming, and shaking in his husband’s arms. But all of that just wore him out even more and he finally passed out hard just as the sun was starting to rise outside. His body didn’t care. IT needed sleep and it was going to take it now, no matter what time it was or whether someone wanted to see him. He trusted Peter to take care of everything and keep him safe.

Peter’s entire being was on high alert, so he never got a deep sleep, always just under unconscious so that every time Steve jolted, he was awake with soothing words and kisses. He hoped the soundproofing he and Steve had put in would keep the manor from waking up, but it was a fleeting, distant thought in his mind compared to the need to take care of Steve. He was still in the dozing state when there was a knock just after sunrise, and Peter hummed just loud enough to be heard. Derek opened the door just enough to step inside, followed shortly by Stiles and Malia, the two teens looking quite worried. Peter lifted a finger to his lips. “He finally settled an hour ago.” he said quietly.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Stiles asked just as softly, and gaining a nod, looked down sadly. “How many did we lose?”

“Stiles, we talked about that-” Derek began, but stopped as Peter spoke.

“At least five?” Peter replied. “Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Sam and T’Challa for sure.” He adjusted just enough to pull Steve against his chest further, kissing his husband’s temple. “The others must be asking or the three of you wouldn’t be here.” He looked up and gained a nod from Malia.

“They’re worried about him. Lydia’s been upset all night.” she replied.

“Just let them know my primary focus is going to be Steve and that Derek is in charge.” Peter said. “Malia, you and Stiles are second in command under him until then. Is there breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s breakfast.” Stiles assured. “I’ll bring some up” He took Derek’s hand, tugging gently until his mate moved, taking Malia’s hand as they moved by her to coax her out as well. Peter tucked himself as close to Steve as he could and closing his eyes as he kept a monitor on Steve’s heartrate.

Steve continued to sleep and Stiles returned a few minutes later with a large tray that had plenty of food for Peter and Steve, whenever the other woke. Stiles set it down on the dresser and walked over, kissing Peter on the cheek softly. “Just take care of him,” he whispered. “Derek’s got everything else under control for now. Tell him we love him.”

Peter looked up, smiling sadly as Stiles walked around and kissed his cheek. “I will tell him. Thank you.” He replied, petting Steve’s hair. “I’ve got him, I promise. Go take care of your mate and the others. The news wont be easy on them.” He watched Stiles for a moment. “We’ll survive it, Stiles. We’ve survived much worse deaths.” He waited until Stikes was gone again to press his face into Steve’s hair and cry silently, able to sense his mate’s pain even as he rested. “Oh, my love. I wish I knew how to help. We’re so I tune it kills me to feel you hurting so much.” He whispered softly. “But we will survive, and we will get through. I have you, and I will be here as we get through it. I swear.”

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Steve

Exhaustion set in heavily and Steve said nothing more before falling asleep in Peter’s arms. It wasn’t a restless sleep by any means. He woke at least three times during the night from nightmares that left him crying, screaming, and shaking in his husband’s arms. But all of that just wore him out even more and he finally passed out hard just as the sun was starting to rise outside. His body didn’t care. IT needed sleep and it was going to take it now, no matter what time it was or whether someone wanted to see him. He trusted Peter to take care of everything and keep him safe.

Peter’s entire being was on high alert, so he never got a deep sleep, always just under unconscious so that every time Steve jolted, he was awake with soothing words and kisses. He hoped the soundproofing he and Steve had put in would keep the manor from waking up, but it was a fleeting, distant thought in his mind compared to the need to take care of Steve. He was still in the dozing state when there was a knock just after sunrise, and Peter hummed just loud enough to be heard. Derek opened the door just enough to step inside, followed shortly by Stiles and Malia, the two teens looking quite worried. Peter lifted a finger to his lips. “He finally settled an hour ago.” he said quietly.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Stiles asked just as softly, and gaining a nod, looked down sadly. “How many did we lose?”

“Stiles, we talked about that-” Derek began, but stopped as Peter spoke.

“At least five?” Peter replied. “Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Sam and T’Challa for sure.” He adjusted just enough to pull Steve against his chest further, kissing his husband’s temple. “The others must be asking or the three of you wouldn’t be here.” He looked up and gained a nod from Malia.

“They’re worried about him. Lydia’s been upset all night.” she replied.

“Just let them know my primary focus is going to be Steve and that Derek is in charge.” Peter said. “Malia, you and Stiles are second in command under him until then. Is there breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s breakfast.” Stiles assured. “I’ll bring some up” He took Derek’s hand, tugging gently until his mate moved, taking Malia’s hand as they moved by her to coax her out as well. Peter tucked himself as close to Steve as he could and closing his eyes as he kept a monitor on Steve’s heartrate.

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Steve

Steve let out a softly, low moan as Peter’s mouth and hands slid across his body. He shuddered at the teasing press of those fingers along his length. He licked his lips and met his husband’s gaze. “You always do,” he answered in a shaky voice, shifting just a bit on the bed.

Peter took his time, blue eyes watching up as he slowly ran his tongue over the hardening shaft, humming in approval as one hand moved to open the bottle of lube and coat his fingers. Full lips wrapped around just the head of his husband’s cock, swirling his tongue as he reached to tease his fingers over Steve’s entrance. Pulling back, he grinned. “Taste so good.” he breathed, already hard as he leaned back in to take a couple more inches into his mouth, working his way slowly along Steve’s length, one finger easing into his lover’s entrance.