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just renewed my cpr certification how r y'all

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Law & Order Special Victims Unit Season 24 Ep. 5 "Breakwater"

The team is asked for help by a young man who suspects his boss of preying on his sister. Velasco attempts to persuade a hesitant witness to testify in court.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

A group of swimmers are attempting to become lifeguards. The head coach is flirting with an employee's sister. It appears that the CPR training dummy is missing, so he requests Martina to act as the dummy for everyone to demonstrate their CPR skills. Later, the boss asks Martina to come in for a moment and close the door. He informs her that her times are borderline and that she will have another opportunity next week. He suggests that her brother is too lenient with her. He places his hands on her and instructs her to move her hips. She departs feeling upset, and Diego punches the head coach.

At home, Martina inquires about Diego's behaviour. She is concerned that the coach will not allow her to pass now. The mother interjects and advises that Diego should not be drinking. Despite her yelling at him in both English and Spanish, he leaves.

Rollins and Fin have a conversation about her plans and how she needs to own her trauma. However, they are interrupted by Benson, who says that the 1-1 called and needs help. Diego has been arrested for drunken behaviour and claims that the boss raped him.

The following morning, he is sober and released. He informs Rollins and Fin that Grecko interfered with Martina. Martina arrives, and Diego begins shouting. Rollins goes to interrogate Martina. Fin reassures Diego that if something did happen, it does not make him any less of a man. Diego and Martina were both told they didn't qualify for something after being called into the office. Martina asks why her brother is present, and Diego reveals that he was raped by Grecko.

Grecko forced Diego onto a desk and raped him. Following the incident, Grecko received all the posts and all the OT, and Diego never reported any further incidents. It was not necessary to change the original text as it already meets the desired characteristics. Fin believes that Diego's claim that Grecko is into guys, but there is no evidence to support this. Velasco is hesitant to investigate, but Benson suggests being direct with Grecko.

Grecko denies all allegations and claims that Diego is a good kid. However, this year, Diego seems to be picking fights and may be using steroids. Fin argues that Diego's muscles are like armor. Benson asks Grecko about Martina, to which he responds that he offered to train her. If they need further information, they can ask his assistant, who is currently with Diego on the beach.

Grecko concludes that the situation makes no sense. According to Ronny, Diego has changed significantly since last year and he is unsure of what is happening. It is possible that Diego is not sober, and Velasco suspects that the kid may be lying. Muncy suggests that this could be Diego's way of coping. Diego was forced to swim too far out to sober up and began to drown. The lifeguard was taking too long to help, so Velasco jumped in to save him.

Unfortunately, Diego did not survive. Fin feels terrible for Velasco, and Rollins suspects that Diego was intentionally sent out too far. Benson instructs them to find Grecko's other victims.

Diego's mother is extremely upset. Diego enjoyed being in the water, especially after his father passed away. Martina sends her away and claims that Diego confided in her about what Grecko did, but promised not to tell his mother. The police agree not to inform Diego's mother.

Another girl spoke to the police. Diego was her first love. She believes that Diego saw Grecko as a father figure. Grecko raped her, and that is why she ended her relationship with Diego. Diego refused to touch her after the incident. She is surprised that Grecko could also be involved in abusing men. Grecko trained Daniella privately and raped her in his office. She reported the incident, but did not receive a response. Grecko was subsequently arrested and claims to have no knowledge of Daniella.

Grecko was granted ROR at arraignment. Carisi informed Benson that the Mayor wants the case to be resolved. A city supervisor requested that they not tarnish the reputation of a respected city official. Carisi mentioned that the accused woman is responsible for bail reform.

The rape kit results indicate that Grecko raped Daniella. However, Daniella did not appear at the grand jury. Rollins attempted to contact her and ultimately decided to send Muncy and Velasco. Daniella claims that her father is on parole and will be incarcerated if she testifies, so she feels compelled to protect him.

Benson discovers that Grecko was hiring unqualified lifeguards, which leads to the realization that the rape case should not be dropped. The police uncover several drowning that occurred while Grecko's lifeguards were on duty, resulting in his being charged with manslaughter.

During the investigation into Diego's death, the police questioned the lifeguard who was on duty at the time. He eventually admitted that Grecko had changed several scores, and he did not report it because he wanted to keep his job. As a result of this new information, Carisi believes that there is enough evidence to charge Grecko with Murder 2.

The trial begins, and a public health official who investigates drownings testifies. It is revealed that several drownings involved lifeguards hired by Grecko. During the cross-examination, she acknowledges that they did not investigate the competence of the lifeguards. Another expert witness testifies that the drownings were a result of the lifeguards' incompetence.

The head lifeguard testifies that Grecko altered the scores. Carisi has him read the original times for the lifeguards who failed to rescue the drowning victims. Grecko forced unqualified individuals to either have sex with him or pay him in exchange for qualifications. Additionally, there is a recording of Grecko admitting to this.

The defence attorney emphasises the witness's delayed testimony.

Rollins believes that the attorney's argument is influencing the jury. Carisi asks Rollins if she would like to be a jury consultant, but she declines, citing the risk of being shot. Perhaps fin should consider becoming a therapist after retiring. Carisi will be late tomorrow due to Grecko's testimony.

Grecko claims to be a man of integrity, despite his "consensual" encounters with his employees. He took the stand.

On the cross he claims that any lifeguard can lose a swimmer and it's a tragedy. He also says his budget is being cut and every year it gets worse. People who have no business being in the water every year and his lifeguards have to risk their lives. He claims Carisi doesn't know what it's like to hold people's lives in your hands. He's the only barrier and most drownings are due to low IQ and lack of common sense. He claims Diego was a drunk who turned up with a hangover. He claims he didn't want Diego dead, but the beach was his responsibility because he was the boss and his lifeguards know it. His head lifeguard leaves.

Benson tells Velasco to talk to the lifeguard who saw Diego drown. The lifeguard says his lawyer told him not to talk. He says he is here to support Grecko. He says he didn't know Diego was going under. He says Grecko told him not to help Diego no matter what. Velasco asks what Grecko has on him. He has pictures of them having sex and has threatened to show them to everyone. Grecko has all the power, Velasco says, take it back.

Carisi tells Grecko it's over. His political power won't survive this revelation. Grecko agrees to plead guilty to 10 counts of manslaughter.

Benson encourages Velasco. He did everything right and it's not his fault that Diego died. He and Muncy go to the memorial.

[talesfrom-theupsidedown]

Sink or Swim [Billy Hargrove x GenderNeutral!reader] Ch. 1

Summary: Working at the local Snack Shack at Hawkins Pool wasn’t your dream but it’s a decent summer job before college. It did come with a perk of being in proximity to the recent California transfer and resident asshole, Billy Hargrove. Having a nice view of the handsome blond was good enough, but when circumstances lead you to an encounter with Billy and then a chance to become friends, perhaps even more, you can’t stay away. Maybe Billy Hargrove isn’t such an asshole after all. [Canon with a variation]

Warnings: eventual mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol, sexual themes.

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: I’m so freaking excited to finally be sharing this story! Please let me know your thoughts! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. :) I will also be adding each chapter to AO3 and Wattpad shortly after this posts, if you prefer to read over there. I’ll be posting under the username @avengerofyourheart​ , which is also my main blog here on tumblr. Love you!! 

Part One        Part Two>>> 

Sink or Swim Series Masterlist

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The first official encounter you had with Billy Hargrove was unexpected, brief and…surprisingly sweet. Every one after that seemed to be moronic (on your part) and…embarrassing. 

Naturally. 

Getting a job at the Snack Shack at Hawkins Community Pool wasn’t your first choice, but it was just for the summer. In the fall, you were headed to college and would get to leave your small town behind. In the mean time, you would be selling junk food to your former classmates and their younger siblings every day. Awesome. 

Billy got a job as one of the lifeguards, which wasn’t much of a surprise. From what you could collect through gossip floating around the high school, the mullet-wearing, muscled, Camaro-driving asshole was a former surfer from California, so the position fit him. And despite confirmation of his prickly personality, you weren’t mad about the sight of Billy in nothing but a pair of red swim trunks, sunglasses, and a whistle around his neck. 

Hot damn.

Billy never knew you existed in school, since you were less than popular and ran in different circles. Not surprising. You saw him around, though, even sharing a few classes together. He seemed bored with school and didn’t really try but somehow still got passing grades. Billy was the athletic type, enjoying gym class but especially basketball. Or maybe it was just fun for him to mess with King Steve Harrington, and it was enjoyable for you to witness at times as well. Knowing Steve all your life, you agreed that he could stand to be taken down a peg or two. The bigger the hair, the bigger the ego and Steve’s had grown exponentially the past few years in both regards. 

Then there was graduation and the idea of freedom and new beginnings. But first, you had to survive the summer.

During employee orientation just after school let out, you were there and Billy showed up late as one could expect. A few days of training followed with you learning all the equipment in the Snack Shack and which scoop was the correct portion for every item. Not exactly rocket science. At the same time, the lifeguards were getting CPR certification and practicing rescue drills. Looked like more fun than you what you were doing. 

Billy tended to hang back from the group during the vocal instructions, sometimes smoking a cigarette when he probably shouldn’t be. But when it came to the practical learning, he was all in, practicing CPR on dummies and “rescuing” his co-workers during drills. His swimming was strong and for timed rescues he did the best. Huh. Perhaps he’s not so apathetic about everything as it would seem. 

Once the pool opened, you were given morning shifts at first, which was fine but the Snack Shack was not that busy until kids started begging their parents for lunch. Time crawled when there wasn’t anything to do, but it did give you a chance to peek at the happenings at the pool. Swimming classes were early, before the pool opened to the public. Most of the time you were just setting up so hearing the gaggle of six-year-olds arriving had you glancing over to see what was up. 

Billy Hargrove was quite the enigma. Given his reputation, yes, he could be an asshole at times. During public hours when he was in the chair, he had a tendency to blow his whistle and yell across the pool at the supposed offender, often threatening a permanent ban. Well, that’s one approach. It did seem to do the trick, though. At least they knew he was serious and it could be said that personal safety was a serious matter that justified a heavier-handed method.

During those early mornings twice a week, though, when Billy was surrounded by tiny kids in water wings and swim suits with little skirts attached, he almost…transformed. He spoke softer and smiled more than you thought him capable of. It was really sweet, watching him explain what he wanted the kids to do while on dry land before even getting in the pool. He forced the parents to stay across the way and out of ear reach, knowing that he could still get their attention should one of their precious little ones need to go to the bathroom or something. Billy didn’t seem to want the parents hovering, otherwise. Makes sense. 

The little ones adored him, surprisingly. Listening to his softer, gentle instructions when one of them was crying or lifting them up to sit on the side for a short break. Being small and learning a lot of new, scary things at once could be overwhelming, you assumed. Billy gave each one of them a high-five at the end of lessons and a few even gave him a hug. 

One morning, you had just opened the metal gate at the counter and turned around to grab some tongs when you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey.” 

Turning to the sound, you were surprised to see Billy on the other side of your counter. 

“…hi?” you replied, startled. 

“So, I’m sure you’re not open yet but could I trouble you for a popsicle? I got a little girl with a skinned knee and parents on their way. I promised her one if she’d quit crying. I can’t handle crying kids,” Billy said gruffly. Although you had seen evidence to the contrary, you just nodded. 

“Sure. Flavor preference?” you croaked out through a suddenly dry throat. 

“Nah. Whatever you have. I don’t have my wallet with me but I can swing by later and—“

“Don’t worry about it,” you interrupted, handing him the frozen treat. “Emergency popsicles are on the house.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” 

Billy offered a tight smile and walked away to a tiny girl seated on a lounge chair wrapped in a towel, the saddest expression on her face. She was trying to be brave but her body was still shaken by a sob every few moments. Billy crouched down to her level and handed her popsicle, now distracted enough for him to disinfect and bandage the skinned knee. Huh. So Billy did have a soft side, if maybe not for anyone his own size. Interesting. 

A week or two later it was abundantly clear that whoever was closing up the Snack Shack was doing a shit job and it just made your job harder in the mornings. Nothing was properly cleaned and ingredients weren’t prepped like they should be. After a gentle mention to your supervisor, somehow the solution was that you would be switching to the late shift so the job would be done right. Because properly training and disciplining your co-workers was little too much work. Great. 

You mourned the loss of the slow mornings and peeks of Swim Instructor Billy for a moment, but you got over it. Afternoon shifts were crazy busy and at least the time passed quickly. You hadn’t seen Billy come by since that first morning, but that was to be expected. Since then, you had your duties and he had his. Interaction with him just never really happened. 

Until it did. 

One night after the pool closed, you had pulled down the metal gate at the snack shack counter and were finishing the last of your clean up. Suddenly, music began to play from the direction of the pool. Peeking out the side door in curiosity, you spotted Billy with a boom box, music now blaring from the lifeguard tower. He climbed down and went about his evening checklist as the sun began to set. 

Once the pool closed, the last lifeguard was in charge of cleaning the pool, properly arranging the lounge chairs even though they would be shifted within minutes tomorrow morning, and sweeping leaves off the deck. While many of the other lifeguards often bitched about the responsibility and would do a half-assed job, Billy seemed okay with it. Oddly enough, he did it well and without complaint. The music probably made the tasks more bearable. 

Returning to your own closing tasks, you finished wiping down all the counters, washed the dishes to let them air dry, and the last item on your list was taking out the trash. You could dump it on the way out so you gathered your backpack and stowed away your apron and visor. So stylish. 

Backpack slung over one shoulder, you tried to carry a rather heavy trash bag in each hand while also opening the side door and making sure it was locked. Once you stepped outside, though, a peculiar sight quickly distracted you. 

To your surprise, the supposed asshole and lifeguard extraordinaire, Billy Hargrove, was currently lip-synching while using a push-broom as a microphone stand. Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” blasted from the speakers as the other Billy before you head-banged to the beat and pumped a fist into the air as the words “More. More. More…more, more more!” rang out across the empty pool deck. As the chorus ended, Billy raised his face to the sky and jumped in place, his handsome features sharpened by the blue light emitting from the pool. A wide smile stretched across Billy’s face as the makeshift mic stand became an electric guitar in his hands.

Entranced by the sight, you unconsciously shifted the weight of one of the trash bags and lost your grip, knocking over a stack of empty buckets. Smooth. 

The sound caused Billy’s head to whip toward you and his posture stiffened, eyes shifting around for other witnesses. Gathering your senses, you finally let the door close behind you and raised your free hand in an awkward greeting. 

“Sorry, I—“ 

But nothing else came out. 

Dammit. Giving up at an attempt in human communication, you picked up the trash and hauled ass toward the parking lot. The short glance backward that you allowed yourself showed that Billy was back to sweeping, his head down. Your heart sank. For a split second you got to see another side of Billy. Maybe what everyone else has said was a ruse. What was Billy like when no one else was around? You sure felt free enough to be yourself in the safety of an empty space. Or that you thought was empty. Unintentionally, you had intruded on that and ruined Billy’s moment. 

Sigh. 

Maybe you could make up for it…

Tossing the trash bags in the parking lot dumpster, you walked over to your nearby bike, unlocked it, and rode home with the evening’s exchange running on rotation the whole way home. 

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A few days later, you got a chance to act on your plan when it was just the two of you closing up again. If your intruding on Billy’s post-work jams made him uncomfortable, then it was time to even the playing field. 

By humiliating yourself. 

Finishing up your inside projects first, you then headed outside to place the patio chairs on top the tables in preparation of sweeping your own area. Billy spared you a glance upon your appearance but quickly returned to his attention to ridding the pool of leaves and dead bugs. His boombox blared music once again, playing songs from the local rock station. 

Heart pounding, you started to sweep and waited until a familiar sang came on. Soon the band Foreigner blasted from the stereo. Perfect. Abandoning your task, you bobbed your head to the beat as the first lyrics began. 

“Well, I’m hot-blooded, check it to see

I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three

Come on, baby, do you do more than dance? 

I’m hot-blooded, hot-blooded.”

Lip-synching in an exaggerated manner, you spun around with the broom in your hands and taking a page out of Billy’s book, chose to use it as a microphone. You jerked your limbs about, perhaps to be taken as dancing, and dove into the second verse. 

“You don’t have to read my mind,

to know what I have in mind.

Honey, you ought to know. 

Yeah, you move so fine,

let me lay it on the line.

I wanna know what you’re 

doing after the show.” 

Having gotten lost in the moment, you finally took a glance in the pool’s direction to see Billy standing in place, the pool net loose in his grip. Was that a smile you could see on his face? Bingo. You finished out the song with some air guitar and a windmill or two, leaning against a table to catch your breath as the last notes of Foreigner ended. 

To your surprise, you heard clapping and you whirled around to see the sound coming from Billy. Now feeling the humiliation of your little show, you weren’t sure what to do now. Finally settling on an awkward bow in reply, you then ran back inside the Snack Shack to stow away your apron and grab your bag. Aiming to reach the parking lot and be gone by the time Billy appeared, you thankfully succeeded. You rode your bike down the street and around the corner just in time to hear the easily identifiable Camaro roar to life. 

Perhaps your next encounter with Billy wouldn’t involve personal embarrassment. The possibility was unlikely at this point, but one could dream. 

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The next week, you were having one of the worst days ever at your job so far. Some kid spilled a soda all over your counter and down onto the floor and the most you could do in the moment was throw down some towels. By the time you got a break in customers, you were left with a solid, sticky mess. Your manager also hadn’t staffed enough people for the weekend so you had to fend for yourself once again. 

No one else had taken out the trash and had instead piled up bags by the side door so you were taking one of multiple trips out to the parking lot long after closing. Lifting the dumpster lid with one hand, you chucked one bag inside with the other but as you raised the second bag, a sharp metal edge caught the plastic and ripped. Of course it did. The 6 inch hole began to spill out its contents of half-empty soda cups and chip bags. At least it wasn’t the bag full of food scraps. 

“God-fucking-DAMMIT!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, dropping the bag to the pavement. 

“Oh, shit,” you heard from you behind you. 

Turning swiftly to the sound, you spotted Billy Hargrove with car keys in hand, fresh from a shower. 

Perfect. It had to be him who was still around. 

Once again embarrassed, you glanced at the mess around you, including a half-full lukewarm soda cup that was open and now soaking into your shoe. 

“Sorry, I—“ 

Nothing else came out. Once again, you couldn’t progress in communication any further in his presence. Picking up the bag but upside down, you finally got it inside the dumpster and started collecting the trash that had fallen out. From your crouched position, you suddenly saw another pair of hands helping. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you managed to squeak out. 

“It’s no big deal,” Billy replied, tossing a few items in the dumpster and then holding the lid for you to throw in the last of it. 

“Thank you.” 

Finding the courage to meet his eye, you discovered you were only a few feet from Billy. You’d never seen him that closely. Damp curls framed his face with bright blue eyes catching yours and a cautious smile on his lips. Damn, he was cute. 

“I’m Billy,” he said, offering his hand. 

“Hargrove,” you finished his name. “I know. We had two classes together last year.” You almost accepted his shake but remembered what you had just touched and pulled away. 

“Right,” Billy replied, sheepish. “Remind me?” 

Catching on, you shared your name. 

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Of course. Nice visor.” 

The blond flicked the bill with one finger, unsettling the visor on your head. 

You huffed out a laugh, tugging it back on. “Yeah, well. Not everyone can pull off the look. I consider myself lucky.” 

Billy burst out a genuine chuckle, causing a warm, happy flip in your stomach.

“Well. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he said, walking backward toward his car. 

“Yup. Bye.” 

You received the gift of watching Billy’s backside in motion for a few moments before you had the sense to stop staring. Time to finally finish this hellish workday and go home. 

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Part Two>>>

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Thoughts??? I just love a softer Billy, okay? He deserves all the good things, starting with maybe...a friend? I guess we’ll see. :D Also I know Hot Blooded was in a ~certain scene~ but I’m choosing to take it back, mmkay? I’d love to know your thoughts on this fic! Reblogs, comments, etc., are very much appreciated. You can even send me an ask if you’d like! I appreciate youuuu. :) 

Also if you want to be added to my tag list, please let me know! 

Billy tag list: 

@every-dayiwakeup @feelmyroarrrr @someonehelpshit @ria132love @sebbytrash​ @withahintofpestoaioli​ @nogitsunbae​ @ickypuppi3​ @prettybillycore​  

[ilhoonftw]

a lot of common straight romance tropes piss me off but.. in the absolute top 3 of worst imho is how men being possesive and forceful is somehow a good thing, a sign that they ~care~ and they are in ~love~. if a girl says no i don't want to go back together.. take that L, dont twist her wrists or "kiss" her like she's a cpr dummy.. follow her home and ruin her relationships with other men.. makes me wanna stop watching, not matter how "sweet" the later scenes of them being together are .. all i can feel is a sour taste of disapointment. why. why you gotta ruin it, why can't we have respectful male leads. just because this bs is normalized.. it doesnt mean writing emotionally grown characters is some sort of herculean task?? not to exaggerate but think about ppl who might get into abusive relationships bc they think this is how it should be

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(part 1/2) For the recent anon requesting feral Bucky. I hope these fit the bill and are to their liking > Bound by yellow_crayon; all they see is scars by yellow_crayon; The Madman by fannishliss; To You I Belong by Anath_Tsurugi; So you're telling me bros usually don't fuck together? by Masamiya; Steve Care for Beginners/Dummies by yvngp; Situation: Normal by redcigar; Original Programming by zetsubonna;You Just Had To Make It Weird by IamShadow21; I've Always Been Yours by Taste_is_Sweet

(part 2/2) For the recent anon requesting feral Bucky. I hope these fit the bill and are to their liking > Ask Me Again by XxAngelicMurderxX; wilted by macabre; Safe From Harm by Odsbodkins; Hot as Blood, Cold as Steel by marlowe_tops; Blood by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)Thank you for writing in by [yellow_crayon](http://archiveofourown.org/users/yellow_crayon/pseuds/yellow_crayon)> You become responsible for what you've tamed.> (Bucky comes back to him slowly. Steve is with him every step of the way. The Avengers help out as best as they can.)[all they see is scars](http://archiveofourown.org/works/7224346) by [yellow_crayon](http://archiveofourown.org/users/yellow_crayon/pseuds/yellow_crayon)> A mysterious weapon makes Pre-serum Steve appear in the present day.> The rogue Winter Soldier mistakes him for his one true handler.[The Madman](http://archiveofourown.org/works/3815254) (sex work and related slurs) by [fannishliss](http://archiveofourown.org/users/fannishliss/pseuds/fannishliss)> Steve is hired by Zola to document his lab experiments. When the experiments extend to a human "volunteer" Steve decides enough is enough.[To You I Belong](http://archiveofourown.org/works/1430335) by [Anath_Tsurugi](http://archiveofourown.org/users/Anath_Tsurugi/pseuds/Anath_Tsurugi)> The first time the Winter Soldier sees Captain America, he can't help but think 'mine', even though he has no idea why.[So you're telling me bros usually don't fuck together?](http://archiveofourown.org/works/2795567) by [Masamiya](http://archiveofourown.org/users/Masamiya/pseuds/Masamiya)> Bucky doesn’t remember exactly what is acceptable or not in society, and just does whatever he wants, like the asshole cat he seemed to become. It appears quickly that what he wants is to end all forms of personal space, and make all of the Avengers coming near Steve's appartment very, very uncomfortable.[Steve Care for Beginners/Dummies](http://archiveofourown.org/works/7261975) by [yvngp](http://archiveofourown.org/users/yvngp/pseuds/yvngp)> Bucky learns how to take care of Steve.[Situation: Normal](http://archiveofourown.org/works/5373887) by [redcigar](http://archiveofourown.org/users/redcigar/pseuds/redcigar)> AU wherein Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers never met, Steve somehow manages to rescue the Winter Soldier anyway, and Avengers Tower ends up with the world’s angriest duckling and a whole new brand of entertainment.> -> (“He was dragging him out of the river,” Natasha argues later.> “Nat, be honest, he was going for the Full Monty.” Says Clint.> “I’m pretty sure we interrupted him in the middle of giving ‘emergency CPR’,” Tony agrees, “Or the stage after emergency CPR. Emergency Dick? Is that a thing?”> “That’s not a thing,” Natasha and Clint reply.)[Original Programming](http://archiveofourown.org/works/1838422) by [zetsubonna](http://archiveofourown.org/users/zetsubonna/pseuds/zetsubonna)> The Winter Soldier has gone off the grid. Sometimes he's in his own head, sometimes he isn't. He can't remember the mission. He can't remember what he was thinking at the museum. Everything comes in and out.> The Man on the Bridge wasn't right. Something about him was wrong.> He took a break to wreak havoc on his former masters, and when he returned, The Man on the Bridge was the way he was supposed to be:> smaller.[You Just Had To Make It Weird](http://archiveofourown.org/works/3956227) by [IamShadow21](http://archiveofourown.org/users/IamShadow21/pseuds/IamShadow21)> Steve and Sam are in the middle of nowhere, the absolute opposite of civilisation, just following a lead on Hydra and checking in to a cheap hotel and finding an awesome diner with great food and even better looking pie.> Then Bucky Barnes turns up and ruins everything.[I've Always Been Yours](http://archiveofourown.org/works/2780930) by [Taste_is_Sweet](http://archiveofourown.org/users/Taste_is_Sweet/pseuds/Taste_is_Sweet)> Bucky's in Steve's apartment when he comes home.> (*It warms him, though, to think of Bucky using his apartment, that he might feel comfortable there regardless of how he got in. It makes Steve happy to know that Bucky's been able to eat decent food and get clean, hopefully feel safe enough to sleep. And the fact that Bucky went to Steve's apartment, out of all the thousands he could have chosen anywhere in New York City…*> *Well, Steve doesn't want to think too hard about that part, because he doesn't want to hope.*)[Ask Me Again](http://archiveofourown.org/works/7443172) by [XxAngelicMurderxX](http://archiveofourown.org/users/XxAngelicMurderxX/pseuds/XxAngelicMurderxX)> "I took back what they stole from me, Steve. Now it's your turn to take back what they stole from you. So I'll say it one more time. Ask me again."[wilted](http://archiveofourown.org/works/9228410) by [macabre](http://archiveofourown.org/users/macabre/pseuds/macabre)> The Winter Soldier’s new mission is to guard and protect. It’s a command that is not understood well; the asset has always been unleashed to kill, torture, kidnap. Not to guard anything. They don’t directly tell him what it is he’s guarding until they take him to it the next morning.> It is a man. A very small man. Delicate in a way that makes him uncomfortable because he knows how easily he could kill him, without trying, without looking. > AU: Steve is taken by HYDRA to be a guinea pig, and the Winter Soldier is assigned to guard him.[Safe From Harm](http://archiveofourown.org/works/805777) (rape/noncon) by [Odsbodkins](http://archiveofourown.org/users/Odsbodkins/pseuds/Odsbodkins)> After the supervillains have won, they auction off the Avengers. Even though the Winter Soldier does not have the money to bid, he knows that Captain America belongs to him.> Please heed the warnings: this fic features graphic depictions of violence and sexual assault, a physically and sexually abusive relationship, and mentions of suicide.[Hot as Blood, Cold as Steel](http://archiveofourown.org/works/1748276) by [marlowe_tops](http://archiveofourown.org/users/marlowe_tops/pseuds/marlowe_tops)> Conversations in an abandoned bunker. The asset isn't sure of many things, but he knows that the man from the helicarrier is valuable and needs to be protected. And until he gets some answers, he's not letting the man from the helicarrier out of his sight.> -> The subject lies back down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My head’s pounding.” He lifts his hands, presses them to the bridge of his nose and sighs before placing them back over his belly. “So, what now?”> “Now I keep you,” the asset responds, the words escaping him involuntarily.> There’s a line between the subject’s brows as he looks over. “What’s that mean to you, Buck?”> “It means you belong to me.”[Blood](http://archiveofourown.org/works/7756915) by [leveragehunters](http://archiveofourown.org/users/Monkeygreen/pseuds/leveragehunters)> In a world where magic is as commonplace as electricity, HYDRA worships a god who craves order through death. They used His blood to create fierce Soldiers then enslaved them by chaining their souls.> The man who was James Barnes is the last Soldier, the rest having been put down after succumbing to the call of the Blood. One night, out of control after a mission, the increasingly unstable Soldier runs into Steve Rogers. Instead of being turned into a red smear on the ground, Steve successfully talks him down. HYDRA decides to keep him. The Soldier's the last one they've got; if Steve can keep him calm he's going to do it whether he likes it or not.> Like fractious racehorses have companion goats, they hand Steve off to the Soldier as a kind of pet. But studies have shown pets can ease depression, despair and loneliness, lead to an increased sense of safety and well-being, and provide a source of protection and unconditional love. HYDRA really should have reviewed the literature before they decided to give Steve to the Soldier. Especially since, once Steve Rogers is involved, protectiveness can get slightly out of hand.