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Chapter 10

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, Kidnapping, Stalking, Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark!Bucky, Dubious Consent Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, most of the Avengers, and OCs from AHIAR

Read the first story in the Innocence series, All Heaven in a Rage

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9

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Summary: Because of changes made in the past when the Avengers reversed the Snap, anomalies occurred. A few people who “blipped” didn’t return once the Snap reversed. Likewise, a few people who died before the Snap inexplicably came back.

One who returned was the daughter of a top lieutenant in HYDRA. Bucky Barnes knew she’d died before the Snap because he’d killed her himself. He’d been ordered to kill her along with her father who’d betrayed the terrorist organization while he was still the infamous Winter Soldier. Now she’s back, scared, and on the run from HYDRA operatives.

As far as the world is concerned, the lovely young woman is dead. Bucky learns of her completely by chance, recognizing her delicate face as one of those who haunt the nightmares he can’t escape. He knows it’s only a matter of time before HYDRA catches her and he’s not convinced she knows anything that would earn her protection from SHIELD.

Envious of his best friend’s newfound happiness in a relationship that didn’t have the most traditional beginning, Bucky decides to take advantage of the opportunity presented to him and take matters into his own hands…

This will be long/multi-chapters.

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Your heart thundered in your chest when you heard his footsteps on the stairs.

You’d only just returned to your rooms and locked yourself in. That was defeating enough. You sent up every prayer you knew that he wouldn’t know what you’d been up to.

You also knew that was probably too much to hope for.

You were fighting back tears of frustration and your entire body shook. Whether it was from fear or anger, you shook like a leaf. No way James was going to miss that.

You’d hidden the book you found upstairs under the bedside table, stashed your shoes and cape. The knife was back on the bed where you found it and the kit next to you on the couch where he left it. You sat with your knees pulled to your chest with your arms wrapped around them. You hoped it would minimize the trembling. You sat like that often anyway. Turning on the TV, you decided to try to act like everything was normal.

Just maybe he wouldn’t know.

When the door unlocked and James walked in, the quick flash of those stormy eyes you got before he turned to lock the door behind him made your heart sink.

He knew.

You felt his gaze on you as you did your best to act like you were watching the documentary on the War of 1812. When your gaze finally swung to him, you saw him lift the remote from the coffee table and turn the TV off.

His deep sigh sounded so loud in the quiet of the room.

“Look at me,” his voice was calm and for some reason, that was scarier than if he had yelled at you.

You did, struggling to hold his gaze. Those steely blue eyes alone flashed in anger. The rest of him was still, standing across the coffee table from you and making you feel small.

“You’ve got one shot to tell me the truth, doll,” the warning in his tone was clear. “You lie to me and this is going to be a whole lot worse.”

The first tear slid down your face on that note. It was in your best interest to do exactly what he said.

But he wasn’t demanding answers or in your face. He just stood patiently waiting. The thought of starting this conversation was terrifying. Your heart was flying, your breath was coming fast. Best to get it over with.

Dropping your gaze, you said simply, “I’m sorry.”

“What exactly are you sorry for, doll?” James said quietly.

Too quietly. This is going to be bad.

You chose your words carefully, deciding brevity was safer. “I’m sorry… that I… left this… room.”

Glancing back at James, you saw a little color bloom in his face.

“Well, that was very diplomatically put,” James said with a smirk. “You left this room? But it was a bit more than that, wasn’t it?”

Oh, it was.

His gaze darted to the kit on the couch.

“That what you used?” he asked, pointing to it with his flesh hand.

“Yes.”

“Do any damage to those tools?” James asked. “I need those for repairs to my arm. The one I have now is a lot nicer and more advanced than the one I had before.”

You hadn’t even stopped to consider what shape the tools you used were in.

“Open the kit and set it on the table in front of you,” James ordered, his tone still deceptively calm.

Not wanting to make him angrier, you scrambled to grab the kit and carefully open it. It might have been comical how badly your hands shook in any other situation.

You visually scrutinized the set of small black, silver and gold instruments. You’d only used a couple of the small silver tools and they didn’t look damaged.

James leaned over to examine them himself, his hair falling around his face while you tried to shrink back into the couch.

“You’re lucky,” he told you.

You sure as hell didn’t feel lucky.

“I don’t see any damage.” James straightened again, that cold gaze back on you. “But they weren’t yours to use, were they?”

Again, you dropped your gaze. “No… I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, doll. But we have some other things to cover. Where’s my knife?”

Watch what you say…

“It’s back… on the bed… where I found it,” you told the truth. You knew it had to have slid out of his pocket or a holder when he came down this morning to comfort you after your nightmare.

Didn’t that make you feel like even more of a dumbass right now?

“Go get it for me,” he instructed you.

And you jumped up to do just that. You darted into the bedroom, grabbed up the knife from the bed and placed it next to the kit on the table. When he stared at it, you flipped it to show him the other side. You hadn’t used that at all.

One corner of his mouth twitched.

“You found it on your bed?” he asked.

“I didn’t… I wouldn’t have… taken it from you,” you said lamely. It was true. “You’d know.”

“Damn right I would… Where’d you learn to pick locks?”

“Summer camp,” was all you said.

“What was that?”

“I learned to pick locks at summer camp,” you said quietly.

“Summer camp, huh? Were you sneaking out to meet a boy?”

Heat flooded your face. “No.”

“Why did you pick my lock?” James’s gaze was unwavering. “I know you made it out.”

You nodded. “I just wanted to see… the rest… of the house.”

“And that’s all?” he asked coolly. “So far, you took my kit, you took my knife. You completely disregarded my warning to you that I’d know the minute you tried to get out that door without my permission. What else?”

Several smart-ass remarks sprang into your mind and you pushed each one down. You needed to live through this. You didn’t know what he was going to do.

“I tried to login… on your computer,” you admitted.

“Why?”

Truth was best. Who were you going to contact? You were “dead.”

“To see if I could… turn off the alarm system,” you said slowly.

“Thought you just wanted to see the rest of my house,” he pointed out.

Fuck.

“So you were trying to find a way out?” James asked. “To escape?”

Defeated, you nodded.

“What was your plan if you’d made it?” James went on, his expression still blank and unreadable.

You shook your head, letting the tears come.

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I was… pretty sure that I… wasn’t going to make it out so…”

“And you didn’t,” James said coldly. “So what exactly are you sorry for, doll?”

Your chest was starting to hurt from the anxiety of the conversation.

“I took your kit and your knife,” you began.

“Without my permission,” James added.

You nodded. “I picked the lock… of this room and went upstairs.”

“Into my house without permission.”

Nodding again, you went on.

“I tried to log in to your computer… without your permission,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

James blew out an exhale. “And you think that’s all you’ve done.”

Oh, God.

“I… didn’t listen… to what you said,” you tried to make it better.

“No, you didn’t,” he replied. “The worst thing you did? You put yourself in danger. It’s not beyond the realm of possibility that HYDRA is keeping an eye on me given my history with them… Do you have any idea of what they’ll do to you if they find out you’re alive? If they got a hold of you?”

“Kill me again?” you asked pitifully.

James paused at that, remorse a flash that was there and gone in an instant.

“They’d do a lot fucking worse than what I’m going to do,” he told you calmly. “Stand up. Strip.”

Was he serious?

Oh, but he was. On shaky legs, you rose from the couch, watching him as he walked around to your side of the coffee table and took a seat on the other end, watching you pull off the simple blue sweater you wore today. You slowly took down your jeans, pulled off your socks. Humiliation had your entire body trembling and flushed.

When you stopped, hoping he was good leaving you in your bra and panties, he tipped his head at you with his eyes on your bra. You took it off too along with your panties, using your hands to cover your breasts and mound.

“No need for that. I’ve seen everything.” James motioned you over. “Come here.”

What was he going to do?

When you moved within his reach, he yanked you down hard until you were face down across his lap and tentatively balanced. The cold metal of his hand pressed hard between your shoulder blades, holding you down. His flesh hand gently caressed your bare ass cheeks.

You realized then just what he was going to do.

“You’re going to count each one out for me,” James told, “nice and loud. You understand?”

It didn’t appear he was going to kill you. You nodded and held still even though you felt like you could fall any minute.

“Yes.”

The first slap stung like fire and had you crying out in surprise. You were grateful he wasn’t using the metal hand.

“One,” you croaked.

The blows kept coming, harder and faster, and you counted each one out loud while trying to keep from screaming because the sting and the pain of each strike were substantial. Tears ran down your face, your nose ran. You were struggling to breathe as they kept coming.

“Ten,” you continued with sobs in your voice.

Your mind spun. As you shook, tried to focus on counting. Trying to breathe…

James wasn’t going easy on you and you were gasping for air with each slap.

“Twenty-five,” you said through your tears.

Thankfully, he stopped there. You wriggled in pain on his lap, knowing you’d be feeling the spanking you just endured for several days. You’d be feeling it every time you moved.

Carefully, he eased you up so you were sitting on one of his thighs. Your ass hurt. Not to mention that you were nude, trembling, and in tears.

Part of you was indignant that he made you strip down and just flat out spanked you as he had. You’d never been treated like that by anyone.

Another part of you was horrified at your own behavior. You honestly wanted the floor to open and swallow you whole in that moment. James was right. You’d taken his stuff, picked the lock, wandered around in his house without him knowing it. Tried to login on his computer.

Yeah, you hadn’t asked for him to, but he’d brought you here and kept you safe in his home. You were warm and well fed. You weren’t free but under the circumstances, and they were extraordinary circumstances considering you returned from the dead. But you could be worse off.

Sure, James intended to take advantage of you just like Leo had…

But you liked what James did to you last night.

That thought brought on a fresh wave of shame. You lowered your head, hoping that you’d weathered the worst of it.

You were wrong.

Strong fingers grabbed your chin and tipped your head up. He made you look at him.

“You’re mine now.” Those incredible eyes locked with yours and he held onto your chin. “Mine to take care of, to protect… It’s time you learned what that means.”

The world spun for you when he threw you over a broad soldier and marched into the bedroom, unceremoniously dumping you on the bed. You hissed as your backside made contact with the soft bedding.

James climbed onto the bed after you, looking determined. You were too scared to even try to fight him off. He dragged you up to the headboard, you cried out at the friction against your ass. As you watched, James reached into his pocket and pulled out a gleaming pair of handcuffs.

“No!” You were panicking now. “Please… don’t do this…”

He secured the cuff around your left wrist first, wrapping it around one of the slim bars at the headboard before capturing your other wrist and securing it. You furiously yanked to try and pull your hands out of the cuffs, to pull your hands away from the headboard. For a moment, he just silently watched you.

Your gaze met his steely one and you were scared.

“Please… don’t hurt me…” you begged. “I’m sorry… I won’t—”

Some emotion flashed in his cool blue eyes before he pulled off his shirt, slowly began removing his jeans. You swallowed hard as you watched, your entire form shaking beneath that cool gaze.

James had stripped down and even scared as you were, you had to admit he was beautiful. Crawling up your body, he draped himself over you, planting his elbows on either side of your ribs. His face was inches away from yours and he was gazing into your eyes.

“Shhh,” he soothed you, tracing his own fingers gently down your face, brushing away your tears.

James lowered his head, his mouth claiming yours in a demanding kiss, hard and possessive. Just when you felt like you couldn’t breathe, his mouth burned a path across your jaw to the tender spaces of your neck. His mouth pressed the lightest kisses up and down the column of your throat, seeking out the places that made you tremble and finding each one.

More of his weight dropped on you, his cock a hot brand against your thighs. Despite the way you still trembled beneath him and your heart slammed in his chest, your thighs shifted, trying to press against him. And he was solid, hard muscle from head to toe. All but those sinful lips, so soft, so tortuous as they roamed to your collarbone, down your chest.

When his lips closed around a tight nipple, he hummed around it. His tongue traced around the hard, little center making your squirm even more beneath him. His lips and tongue played with you until you were barely aware that you were rolling your hips under him, rubbing yourself against his ribs, his abs. His hands slid over your chest, one warm and rough, one cold and smooth as he played with your breasts. He took his time, taking you apart slowly.

When those hands slid down your ribs, he moved down. His lips scorched their way down your stomach, down to your belly. James gazed up, catching your gaze and smirking.

You didn’t understand. Why was he doing this? Being so careful with you? So tender?

Wrapping those powerful arms around your thighs, he spread you wide and wasted no time getting his mouth on you where you craved it most.

As you were last night, you were lost to the pleasure he was drawing from you with teasing touches of his tongue whether he used the flat of it to tease your clit or he used it to dive into you over and over. He groaned, a sinful sound muffled against your wet flush and it had you craving release in the worst way.

You thought this was supposed to be a punishment? But it felt so wonderful…

“Beautiful,” he whispered before diving back in.

After several moments you were rolling your hips, wanting more, pushing yourself closer. Wanting more, needing more. James adjusted, his metal hand sliding up onto your tummy and holding your hips still. You bit your lip to keep from screaming as you felt your release rising, hard and fast. His mouth closed around your throbbing clit, lashing it with his tongue until you were hanging onto the bars of the headboard and bracing for what was going to be a powerful orgasm. Your back arched, your entire body taught and waiting.

Just as you were on the precipice, James stopped. Everything. His mouth pulled away, his grip on your tummy, your thigh eased.

“So beautiful like this,” he whispered. “My little baby doll…”

James chained kisses over the top of your mound, down the inside of your thigh. Those steely eyes shined at you dangerously while you trembled, your body not getting what it needed to find release. When you tried to lift your hips, the hard metal of his left hand pressed a little more firmly. It didn’t hurt, but you couldn’t move.

You struggled to catch your breath, watching as he kept his eyes on you, pressing innocent kisses into your thighs. When you managed to slow your breathing down, your body stopped shaking, you waited to see what James would do.

The minute you thought he might be done with you, he pushed your thighs a little farther apart and doubled his efforts.

It didn’t take as long then to be swept away again on that wave, to be on the edge of a release like nothing you’d ever felt before. The tip of his tongue made a circuit from teasing your clit to dipping into your entrance until you thought your sanity would shred. He kept his touch light, delicate. You were losing your mind above him, white knuckles wrapped around the bars of the headboard tight.

Your cries filled the room around you. You weren’t saying words. Maybe you were. You didn’t know what you were saying. You thought you were begging. Pleading. For what? You weren’t sure. Maybe you were begging him to make you come? Maybe you were begging him to stop.

All you knew as you felt his busy tongue in your heated, wet folds is that you were going to come. So hard. You hoped you survived it. You reached the edge…

Again, he stopped.

Just. Completely. Stopped.

Now you felt like you’d been running, your lungs ached to pull in air. But the ache wasn’t nearly as bad as that between your thighs. Your channel was clenching around nothing, clenching in desperation. Your nipples were tight, your body was writhing and twisting on the bed as much as you could. James still wouldn’t permit your hips to move. He just watched you with your slick on his lips and a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

James just waited until your breathing calmed, waiting until you weren’t writhing as much as you were trembling.

When he slid a finger into your channel, you clenched desperately around it. You needed something. You needed him. That clever finger searched your walls and you knew what he was looking for, afraid he’d easily find it as he did last night.

Curling that finger, he found your spot with deadly accuracy. Your head tossed on the pillow mindlessly and you were rambling again, begging.

“Please… James…” you panted, trying in vain to push yourself at him, “I need… Oh, please…”

For that, he slid a second finger inside you, and you clenched around him, relishing the feeling of his fingers exploring you. Again, he curled those fingers against you.

“Please, please, please…” you chanted. You needed to come so bad.

Finally, you were back on the edge, your entire body bracing for orgasm…

As you watched in horror, James pulled his hand free of you and he sat up then, sucking you off his fingers as he sat between your thighs. He just wasn’t close enough for you to wrap your thighs around him to gain any sort of friction. And you knew you weren’t strong enough to pull him down to you.

“James?” you sounded pitiful to yourself. “Please… I’m sorry…”

The grin he turned on you was pure sin. “I know you are.”

Now that his attention was back on you, he climbed back over you. You watched in fear, in lust. Your entire body hummed beneath his as he lowered himself over you. When you felt his heavy thighs push your own wider to make room for himself, your heart began to fly in something like hope.

You’d almost forgotten what you’d done wrong, what you were sorry for. Your body was twisting beneath him, rubbing against him, seeking friction, seeking anything to free you from the ecstasy that gripped you like a fever and shook you until you could think of nothing else.

James hummed, that grin still in place as he dropped wet kisses over your face, your chest.

“I love this,” he told you, making you gasp as his flesh hand slid down your body and his fingers sank into your folds. “You’re aching, aren’t you? So wet for me… So desperate…”

You nodded emphatically, pushing yourself into his hand.

“You want me?” James asked, his own breath coming fast, pelting your face.

“Please,” you begged. “Please… I’ll do anything…”

He claimed your mouth in a heated kiss.

When he pulled back to gaze down at you, his dark hair falling around his face. “Anything, huh?”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath. Not easy to do with his teasing fingers having a go at your clit, darting into your aching entrance.

“You need me?”

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. Your body ached. Your ass already ached but the desire hounding you kept you from noticing it as much just now.

“Please, James,” you begged shamelessly. “I need…”

“I know what you need,” he told you, lining himself up with your entrance.

Oh, you knew first-hand how big he was but as he began to sink into you, to stretch your passage, you sucked in your breath. James was huge. His mouth teased your nipples idly and his fingers stroked your clit in gentle strokes. He pushed deeper and deeper into you until you were gasping, your body struggling to make room.

When James bottomed out, he rose over you again. His flesh hand smoothed over your hair, your face. You could smell your own intimate scent on him.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, the effort of holding himself still inside you making his voice strained.

Nodding, you stretched up trying to kiss him now. “Please…”

James began to move inside you, slow easy strokes at first which you appreciated. You’d never been with someone of his size and the feeling of fullness was amazing with an edge of pain. That he ground you into the mattress reignited the fire in your ass slightly, but the pain blended with pleasure to send you back to the edge, seeking the release he kept denying you.

And as he had before when you were just about to come, he stopped.

Over and over he kept you on the edge, stopping everything when you were about to come until tears slid down your cheeks as you chanted, you begged.

“I can’t…” you finally said when he stopped the… you didn’t know how many times he’d stopped before you could find release. How the fuck was he holding out? “Please stop… I can’t take… please…”

Slowly moving within you, James made you look at him, holding your chin with fingers that smelled like your arousal.

“Who do you belong to?” he whispered against your lips.

“You,” you finally managed. “I’m… yours.”

Dropping his head, he teased the space just under your ear that made your head spin.

“Where do you belong?” his voice was low, but you heard him.

Your thighs were locked around his hips, trying to hold him to you, wanting him to go harder.

“Where?” he prompted you.

“Wherever… you…” talking wasn’t easy,” wherever you want me…”

Humming, he smiled against your neck. “Good answer, doll… Are you really sorry for trying to run from me?”

You were pushing your hips up, trying to take more of him. “Sorry… So sorry.”

His lips and tongue teased your ear as his hips drove him on within you.

“Why should I let you come?” he whispered.

You were losing your mind. You were going to either come or pass out. Maybe both…

“Please…” you begged mindlessly, “Please… let me…”

Moving over you again, his hands slid up your arms, his fingers prying yours off the bars. He laced his fingers with yours.

Then James began pounding into you, his thrusts were so powerful it took your breath away. Your ass felt raw but the center of you was painfully tight, throbbing and waiting. Your legs wrapped around his waist, holding on as he devastated you, taking you back up to heights you weren’t sure now you’d survive.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come all over me.”

When release crashed over you finally, you screamed as he held you down, drowned you in it. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over you as his thrusts gained strength. Finally, he growled out his release above you, his cock twitching inside you as the edges of your vision started fading to black.

You heard him whisper your name, felt the pads of his fingers brush over your forehead. It seemed far away. Just like the clinking sound of metal sounded far away. You felt him lift your arms, gently touching your wrists that felt sore. Not as bad as your ass but sore.

Then you were falling? Falling. Strong arms held you, eased you onto your stomach. You were still in bed. Still okay.

You drifted off into the darkness, snuggling into the bedding. You woke up later, you didn’t know how much later. You felt something cool, soothing. You felt the rough texture of his fingers against the sore flesh of your ass, rubbing something into your skin.

“That feel better, baby doll?” he whispered.

You muttered something as an answer, you couldn’t say what you said or if you said anything. You just knew you were grateful when warm covers dropped over you. Someone tucked you in, made you very comfortable.

“Sleep,” he whispered by your ear, pressing a kiss into your hair.

And you did.

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