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Early in his recovery at the avengers tower Bucky and Tony bonded over Bucky assassinating Tony’s parents. That created a line of trust between Bucky and Tony. One night, after a particularly nasty night terror, Bucky found himself seeking Tony’s company in his lab. Bucky talked about his ptsd symptoms and his need for a “super” solution.
So Tony made a shell corp to make special cum depends for Bucky.
Tony NDAs several large fashion lines and the fashion designers were all like “Now we can get endless free supply of the tech to make these pants and sell them at ICONICALLY high prices.” They then started an ad campaign for incontinent seniors and others who want to wear designer clothes.
To combat the money-grubbing, Tony added in a clause that the fashion companies had to donate 30% of their profits to impoverished nursing homes, hospitals, and any other place that provides safe haven to babies, starting with people who lived at 200% of the national poverty line and below globally.
Clint finds out while they’re on a three day trip to Iowa to inspect a few properties Clint was interested in. They had gotten to the last house of the day and were being shown how rustic and farmer-y it was by a real estate agent who did a thirty second google search on them. “Look at that perfectly placed empty milk can! Isn’t the breakfast nook just so friendly? The master bedroom can be converted into a weight room, and the other two rooms can be made into bedrooms.”
Clint got fed up with her unconcealed tepid bigotry and dipped Bucky into a kiss worthy being in a 90’s fantasy movie where they save the world. She was less enthusiastic about selling them the house.
Bucky had been teasing Clint since the second house that day. He’d let the realtor wander one room ahead and then sidle up to Clint and point out something he’s like to fuck him over. Clint gave as good as he got and talked about all the places he’d kneel for Bucky to pump him full of cum. Bucky lost it when Clint said “I’d suck down a load in this greenhouse, dirty from digging in the tomato beds. It wouldn’t matter if you came on the dirt because it's just protein right? It’s probably good fertilizer.”
Bucky hadn’t even tested his current pair of pants for pre-cum capacity, let alone a full load. The realtor had already lost patience for their dawdling, and Bucky came so hard he nearly passed out. He whimpered and tightened the grip he had on the frame of the raised bed, splintering it into jagged spikes.
Clint panicked and ran out to the realtor to distract her for Bucky while he figured out what to do. Bucky thought the unsexiest thoughts he could while he attempted discretion, reaching into his pants to tuck his dick into the most absorbent spot. He flinched when he touched himself, tensing up when it sent another hot rush of want straight to his dick.
After the most stressful, highest-potential-for-maximum-humiliation forty-five seconds in his life Bucky braved a glance at his crotch and saw a wet spot the size of a quarter just under the zipper. Sighing in relief as he looked around for something to camouflage it when the sprinkler system kicked on with such force that he was completely soaked in ten seconds.
When they got back to the car/escaped Clint immediately sniffed out the whole scheme and roasted Bucky for a solid ten minutes. Later he found out that Clint had made up a story about Bucky having a sweet moment with one of his sisters in a historic greenhouse in the city. Clint had feigned romance and insisted on turning the sprinklers on to help Bucky remember it better.