I feel like movie-night in that particular househould would just pretty much consist of Steve and Rumlow cursing at each other and arguing over whether it’s their turn to have Bucky sit on their lap. 

Bucky would just be quiet, because that’s how he is after everything that has happened, and let them pull him down from one cock to fit him into another warm lap – and onto another big dick sliding into him with silky ease and filling him up until he has to lean back and breathe through it with quivering nostrils and a tense neck.

Steve always pets his chest from behind; plucks at his nipples and rubs soothing circles into his tight, muscled belly (also feeling the bulge of his superhuman cock, because he’s a kinky motherfucker). Rumlow will just tug on Bucky’s cock and gently (or not so gently) pinch the weeping head between two fingers until there are tears in Bucky’s eyes and he’s strung tight as a bow. When Brock leaves off with the torture, he always becomes as soft as putty in his arms for a few breathless minutes.