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Mark My Territory
Summary: You evaded him. Again. This constant game was being played of him getting closer to you before you were ripped from his grasp. Again. He won’t miss this time you sly little fox. Your scent is etched in his brain more than anything else in the world. He won’t let his handlers stop him. He will have you. And he will make sure you stay put. You are his…
Pairings: Captain Hydra/Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: dark!explicit
Warnings: dark, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non con/dub con, kidnapping, throwing, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.9K
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Captain’s dark blue eyes refocus as he removes his death glare of his next victim. His fingers still cling to his neck, but they soften enough for a gurgling sound to emit from his disgusting throat. Lifting his head fully up, the Captain gazes at his surroundings. He felt it. There was a shift.
“You fucking psycho,” the man in his grip screams, but the Captain squeezes as tight as he possibly can, cutting off all air to his lungs, before letting his lifeless body fall down to the pavement.
Now he could focus. Pulling his mask down, he takes a long sniff of air before his mouth turns up into an evil smirk, “Son of a bitch,” someone in the control center screams. “He’s got that crazed look on his face. He senses her.”
Popping his neck, he lifts his mask back up, and stalks down the road, while a team is sent in to retrieve him. He was useless when he could feel you. “Get someone in there now!” Nobody wanted to get in between you and the Captain. There were always a few casualties. A few soldiers were always lost. Only one could ever get his focus away from you.
“He can’t find her. We’re going to have to change her location again,” he takes a slow pause, seeing the Captain’s body cam. “Too late,” he groans.
You stand up slowly out from under the table. Trembling a bit, even if you had a feeling that he would never physically hurt you. His height was vast and he was just as broad. Terrifying and ways, and you weren’t sure what he wanted from you. He always just stood there in front of you. “Won’t you show me what you look like?” He shakes his head no, but extends his hand towards you.
“I don’t know what you want,” he wiggles his fingers, grunting a bit. “Are you wanting me to hold your hand?” One nod, and another grunt. Gulping, you step closer, tickling your fingers against his, and a shift happens to his eyes.
“Do I know you?” His free hand starts to pull down his mask as men surround you. Jerking you away from him, and he releases an animalistic scream, throwing men aside. And when someone grabs you from behind, dragging you his yells become growls.
Lifting up grown men to toss onto the road. His eyes hardly ever leave you. You feel pity for him. He was wanting to protect you. He didn’t want their hands on you. “NO!” He screams as a hand covers your mouth. “MINE!”
That was a turn of events. He felt ownership over you. Why? Why did he feel connected to you? He always found you. Marching over to one man, the Captain’s fingers circle his neck as he turns back to you and your captor. The man raises his gun pointing it at your head, and the tiniest little whimper squeaks out of your throat.
“NO!” He screams, cracking that man’s neck like it was a toothpick. “NO hurt!” Tears drift down your cheeks, wetting the man’s knuckles. There was something about his eyes. “No,” he wasn’t yelling anymore he was pleading. “Mine.”
“Soldier, we can’t take a civilian. You have to go back,” he shakes his head no, a choked mine whispers at the man. “She stays.”
Stays? An option to take you wasn’t on the table. You weren’t going anywhere. “You might as well let him keep his little pet. How many more missions are we going to have where he senses her?” Someone speaks into the ear of your captor. “What’s the worst that could happen? Might work out for our benefit if he knows he gets to go home to that piece of ass.”
“Soldier, at ease,” the soldier shakes his head no, repeating that you were his. “At ease. Get in the truck. She’s coming with us.”
“No!” You wail, but the soldier walks over to you. Lifting you up to throw you on his shoulder. “No! Let me go. I am not yours!”
“Mine!”
Hitting him felt like he was made of bricks. Solid and thick. He makes no sound of distress, just keeps walking. You could practically feel his smirk as he struts to the truck. “Let me go! Put me down!”
“No,” gone is the anger. It was lighthearted. This was sick. This is not the way you wanted to die. Become a play toy for this psycho that was going to do unthinkable forms of torture to you.
——
The Captain grunts as he walks through the doors of the compound. He had one thing on his mind, and it had nothing to do with taking his gear off, and being checked over. A doctor comes over to his side, but he pushes him away.
“You need to be cleaned, Captain.”
“Mmm,” he growls, continuing to his new mission. It's what he deserved.
“Oh, let him have his fun,” an older man steps into the light, smiling at him. “Having that stupid girl here is making things run so smoothly. Let him pound into her tight twat. Maybe eventually he’ll literally split her in half and we won’t have to worry about it again. No more distractions. Go ahead, Captain. Fuck your girl.”
He grunts again. He didn’t fuck you. He owned you. He loved you, and he could think of nothing more than sinking into your warmth. Could already feel your velvety walls cling tight to his aching cock. Getting out of his suit was going to be a bitch. But you were worth it.
He opens the door to your shared cell, and you hurl a shoe at him. He catches it. He always does. Popping his neck, he curls his finger towards you, pointing at his suit, “Go to hell.”
Rolling his eyes, the Captain starts to take his suit off, with much more difficulty than if you would just do it for him. “Just go ahead and kill me, you fucking asshole.”
“No.”
“Say something more than no or mine.”
“No.”
“Fucking brain dead asshole,” he charges towards you, slamming your body up against the wall. Using his thick thigh to spread your own apart, he slips his hands between them, rubbing over your panty clad mound.
“Creep.”
“Mmm,” your body betrayed you every fucking time. If only you could see his face. You never got to see it. Hydra had him muzzled up like the feral dog he was.
“Ahh,” he squeaks, pushing aside your panties. Pushing in two fingers. Your body hates you. Told on you every time with its loud squelching. “Mine.”
“It’s my pussy, you weirdo,” he pumps into you harder, hearing you whimper, and grunts at your pleasure. “It’s mine.”
“Mine!” Slipping in a third finger in makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he presses his palm against your bundle of nerves. Driving into you with such force, you couldn’t argue. He was playing unfairly. Your pussy didn’t have a brain. And right now, your own brain couldn’t think.
His arm pinning you to the wall, drifts up higher. Adding pressure to your neck as your body starts to tingle. Pushing you further and further into euphoria before he pulls out of you, and tosses you onto the bed.
“My god! You fucking asshole! Quit doing that shit. If you’re going to make me wet, let me come.”
“Mine,” he growls, pulling off his suit into shreds. That glorious cock bounces up once free, and you have a giant urge to bite it, and also lick off every morsel of precum. He didn’t require your mouth. He just wanted to edge you until you passed out. You swore he finally let your body come once your eyes closed.
“Bet you don’t even know how to make me come,” the Captain chuckles under his mask. Stomping over to the bed. Reaching his hand towards you, his thick fingers grab onto your ankle. Dragging your body down, he flips you over to your knees. Trying to get away, he smacks you hard on the ass. “Prove it then.”
He gives your weeping cunt a few slaps before driving into your warmth. Giving you no time to adjust. It was an assault on your mind more than anything. You hated him. Hated being used as a cocksleeve, but damn if he didn’t stretch you out in the most beautiful fucking way.
Your walls hug tight to him, begging for his touch, and sucking him back into your depths every time he pulls out. Your pussy needed him, and you hated her for it. Hated that you knew he was close to returning because she was already pooling slick into your panties.
As if your crooked panties were keeping you too far away from him, he rips your off own clothes, and never misses a thrust. Grabbing onto your hips, the Captain uses you to fuck him. You hoped you had pushed him enough to let you come because you were right there. You are tired of his games, and just needed relief.
Whimpering out nonsensical words when he pulls out, and flips you on your back, “Told ya, you fucking pussy. Don’t even know how to make a woman come. You piece of shit.”
He rips your legs apart, pinning them on the bed beside your ears and stabs into you. His whole weight on you made you feel even more magical. You hated him, and your body. Hated that he was doing this to you. You were going to die in this cell with someone who didn’t even talk.
“You. Don’t. Know. How. To. Make. A. Woman. Come,” each word was drug out with every push into your wet heat. You feel your juices leak down your ass and onto the bed behind you. It was cruel. You just hope taunting him was enough. “Claim my pussy then.”
“Mine!” He growls, pushing into you hard. “Mine! Mine!��� You start to see stars. This was it. He was finally going to let you come. It felt like years of no real satisfaction. Spewing your arousal everywhere, speaking in tongues as you clench your eyes closed, but he keeps going harder.
“Mine! All mine!” That was a new word. He was getting somewhere. “All. Mine. MINE!” You couldn’t see, but you could hear the squeak in his voice as he comes undone. Thick ropes of his cum paint your walls, and you finally feel like you're floating.
His thrusts slow down, and ever so gently, you reach up to pull off his mask. Life flashes before your eyes as you stutter. Trying to find your words. It couldn’t be. He had changed, and still had this weird love for you, “Steve?”
He blinks hard, staring blankly at your face before the softest, “Princess,” whispers off his lips.
“St-St-Steve? Steve? Is that really you?”
“Okay, that’s enough, soldier,” a man walks into your cell, literally pulling Steve out of you, and you sit up crying and shaking your head. “Erase him.”
“Erase? No! No!”
“Discard the girl.”
“No! Mine,” a needle to his neck, makes his eyes close before he’s dragged out of the room.
“I hope you finally enjoyed your orgasm. He won’t be seeing you again,” the doctor backs out of the cell, leaving you screaming and crying. You still felt him on every inch of his body, still had his seed dripping out of you. What was going on.
“You bastards! You fucking bastards! Steve! Steve Rogers, I love you!”
A shadow steps out of the darkness, and raises his finger to his mouth, “Shh,” and then….
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Anyone have any fics about being the fated mate of The Winter Soldier? Like, not so much Bucky but a dark, yet sort of sweet kind of thing?
I'm feeling angst, smut and domination tonight.
Omegaverse welcome but not required! Can be x oc or x reader. Open to Captain Hydra version of Steve as well.
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Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Summary: You're part of the Strike team and join Captain America as he tries to live his new life in the 21st century. [Reader is NOT Hydra]
Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Warnings: Language. Rumlow being a dick. Mentions of death. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?
Word Count: 2.7K
A/N: Happy New Year! This the first chapter in a new series I'm starting! I'm not sure how long it's gonna be yet, but I know it's gonna be longer than Broken. These series is about an alternate universe where the reader exists and lives through the events that happen in the MCU. A lot of the details will be changed to insert the reader, a lot of the lines said by other characters will be changed to be the reader's and I've also made up a lot of things and scenes and added them, trying my best not to change the official timeline and the main events. I hope you enjoy this and all chapters to come!
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“You heard the boss, newbie, text Romanoff and tell her to pick up Rogers.” Rumlow taps his knuckles twice on the table for emphasis before getting up and exiting the conference room.
You make sure he doesn't miss the way you roll your eyes at the now old nickname before writing ‘New mission, need you at the jet in one hour. Asshole wants you to pick up the old man in spandex’ on your phone and sending the message to Natasha, then you get up and make your way out of the room.
“Armory.” you say as you enter the elevator.
“Confirmed.” the elevator voice says as the doors start closing.
You suit up for the mission just assigned by Pierce and go to the jet to start doing the checkups you know the rest of the idiots on the STRIKE team won’t even think about doing.
After making sure everything’s ready and in order, you can do nothing more than wait for everybody else.
Natasha and Steve get there exactly an hour after your text.
“Right on time.” you point out.
“It wasn’t a coincidence, YLN.” Natasha smirks, making you laugh.
“Cap.” you greet him with a smile that he returns. “Y/N.”
The rest of the team meets you a few minutes after. “Ready for take off.” Rumlow says to the pilot and the jet takes off.
Once you get close to the target Rumlow starts briefing Steve and Nat. “The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago.”
“Any demands?” Steve asks.
“A billion and a half.” Rumlow answers.
“Why so steep?” Steve questions frowning.
“Because it’s Shield’s.” you answer promptly, ignoring the scowl on Rumlow’s face that disappears almost immediately.
“So it’s not off-course,” Steve says, understanding flashing in his eyes as he glares at Natasha “it’s trespassing.”
“I’m sure they have a good reason.” Natasha offers.
“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor.”-Steve seems really annoyed now.
“Relax, it’s not that complicated.” Natasha simply says.
“How many pirates?” Steve’s attention is back on the screen.
“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc.” Rumlow pulls up the photo of Batroc on the monitor and looks at you expectantly, making you roll your eyes.
Of course you’re the only one who actually looked through the files.
“Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He’s at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. The guy’s got a rep for maximum casualties.” you fill everybody in, although it was obvious most of the guys aren't listening. At least the Captain is.
“Hostages?” Steve questions you, but Rumlow cuts in.
“Mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell.” he shows his picture. You’ve seen Sitwell around headquarters, he seems pretty close with the STRIKE team. Not that you hang out much with them outside of mission, or at all for that matter. “They’re in the gallery.”
“What’s Sitwell doing on a launch ship?” Steve asks more to himself, and he has a point. “Alright, I’m gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat and Y/N, you’ll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pots, get ‘em out. Let’s move.”
Yep, he’s definitely in Captain mode.
“Ay ay, Captain.” you salute with a smirk that mirrors Natasha’s while Steve gives you a fake annoyed look.
“STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up.” Rumlow says but you’ve already started getting ready and stopped listening to him.
“Secure channel seven.” Steve says into his wrist communicator.
“Seven secure.” Natasha replies. “Did you do anything fun Saturday night?”
“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so… No, not really.” Steve answers, making both you and Natasha laugh while the pilot lets you know that the drop zone is coming up.
“You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes.” you point out, exchanging a knowing glance with Natasha.
“That’s why I don’t ask.” he fires back
“Too shy or too scared?” Natasha pushes.
“Too busy!” He yells over the wind as the door opens and then he jumps.
You and Natasha both roll your eyes and look at each other smiling, not needing to talk to understand the other.
You barely register Rumlow and Rollins commenting on Steve jumping without a parachute before grabbing one for yourself and jumping alongside Nat.
You and Natasha have known each other for a while now, all the way back since she was first brought in by Clint.
You trained with both of them, went on countless missions together (yes, including Budapest) and you would’ve been right by their side in New York if you hadn't been on an important undercover mission and had strict orders directly from Fury not to blow your cover.
After that you got assigned to the STRIKE team by Alexander Pierce, though you still have no idea why. But orders are orders so you’ve been working with the idiots ever since.
But you and Natasha are thankfully still pretty close and your down time is spent mostly with her, sometimes also visiting Clint and his family at his farm.
Nat’s still annoyed at Clint about naming his only daughter after you, middle name but still, and not her. But to be fair, you have known Clint longer, a fact that always amuses both you and Clint to bring up.
You’ve just landed when you hear Rumlow saying “you seemed pretty helpless without me” to Steve.
“What about the nurse who lives across the hall from you?” Natasha says.
“Yeah, she seems nice.” you add.
“Secure the engines, then find me a date.” Steve says in his captain voice.
“We’re multitasking.” Nat tells him before turning to you. “you take port, I’ll take starboard and we’ll meet at the rendezvous point”
“Copy.” you say and make your way to the engine room on the right side of the ship. You start taking down guys and can hear Rumlow saying they’re ready in position.
Just as you finish with the last guy you hear Steve calling your name. “What’s your status?”
“Port engine room secure.” you answer.
“Good, make your way to help Rumlow with the hostages.”
“Roger that.” you can almost hear him groan in annoyance as you smile while following his orders.
“Natasha, what’s your status?” you can hear her grunt while she fights through the comms. “Status, Natasha?”
“Hang on!” She says as she keeps fighting. “Starboard engine room secure.”
You hear Steve countdown from three and then the team moving in on the targets, you get to the rendezvous point just in time to see Rumlow rounding the corner with the hostages on his tail.
“Hostages en route to extradition.” he says in his comms as you look around for Natasha.
“Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Cap. Hostiles are still in play.” you let Steve know while helping take care of the hostages.
“Natasha, Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to Y/N and protect the hostages.” he receives no answer and at this point you get a little worried. “Natasha!”
You want to go looking for her but you know better than to leave your post, and you’re also very aware that Natasha can take care of herself.
So you keep protecting the hostages while listening intently to the comms where you can hear Steve fight, then you hear a voice you assume it’s Batroc’s talking French and are even more surprised to hear Steve answer back in French. Impressive.
You can hear him fighting again and then you finally hear Natasha’s voice but don’t pay too much attention to the conversation, bringing your entire focus on the hostages now that you know she’s okay.
You’re helping people into the life-pods when you hear an explosion go off somewhere on the boat. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you hear Natasha’s voice again and let it go, feeling even more relieved after hearing Steve too.
The ride back is very uncomfortable as you help Natasha with the minor injuries from the explosion, Steve refusing help and insisting that he’s fine, and in the mood he’s in you’re certainly not about to argue.
As soon as the jet lands he stomps away angrily and you share a concerned look with Natasha, worried about what he’s gonna do next.
You help Nat to the medbay and leave her there when she assures you she’s okay and to not make a fuss over her.
So you make your way to the usual conference room for debriefing but when you get there Rumlow very smugly assures you that you’re not needed at this meeting.
You’re used to being left out of meetings with the STRIKE team and Pierce by now, since you’ve been forced to join you’ve been left out of more meetings that you’ve attended, but it still bothers you sometimes.
Still, at least you don’t have to spend too much time with those neanderthals. Not your circus, not your monkeys.
So you just make your way to the Armory to put away your gear and then the locker room to change and go home for what you think is gonna be the rest of the day.
-
A few hours later you find yourself in the hospital where the STRIKE team has been called in the middle of the night because, guess what? Someone tried to kill Director Fury. Or, as it turns out, succeeded.
You’re behind Steve, Natasha and Hill alongside Rumlow and Sitwell, watching Fury flatlining and the doctors calling it.
You want to go with Nat to see Fury, be there for her knowing she cared about him as much as you do, but obviously Rumlow has to be a dick and order you to stay put. And, whether you like it or not, he’s your boss.
He rudely interrupts Nat and Steve’s conversation telling him they need him back at headquarters and you can already tell something’s suddenly off.
As much as Rumlow can be an asshole, he’s never been openly rude towards Steve.
You can hear Sitwell in your earpiece telling the team to bring Rogers in for questioning as he and Rumlow get closer.
“STRIKE, move it out.” he orders but you don't start moving until Steve’s by your side, giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile.
When you get to the Triskelion Steve is taken to Pierce’s office and you get ordered to go to Forensics and check into the evidence found on the roof, then go to Operations Control and wait for there for further instructions, so you do.
When you get to the control room you see Sitwell concentrated on a particular screen so you get close trying not to get noticed and see Steve fighting STRIKE and SHIELD agents in the elevator.
You barely have time to understand what’s happening before he’s throwing himself off the elevator and lands on his shield near the entrance of the building. Thankfully Sitwell’s “Are you kidding me?” covered your quiet “holy shit.”
You’re in the room when Sitwell gives the orders to track down Rogers to all the Agents and when he’s done, you discreetly follow him and the rest of the STRIKE team out the room.
For a bunch of guys who work for a top secret organization they sure suck at knowing when they’re being followed.
No one talks until they get to a deserted corridor. “Pierce is going to kill us. Rogers has the flash drive and can use it to find Zola. You fucked up big time letting him go.” Sitwell sounds pissed.
“Take it easy, four eyes.” Rumlow sounds just as angry “You’re not the one that got punched by a supersoldier.”
They keep talking about the flash drive and Steve and Pierce and Zola. That name sounds familiar but you can’t remember for the life of you where you heard it from.
Then it hits you.
Zola was a former Hydra scientist from World War II, turned ally when the war ended. Thank god the Howling Commandos were hot so you actually paid attention during that particular history class.
You're about to turn away so you won’t risk getting caught eavesdropping when you hear your name being mentioned.
“Someone should keep an eye on her.” Sitwell says, making you worried of becoming the next Shield target, but Rumlow proceeds to ease your worries.
“That’s a waste of manpower. The whole reason she’s even on our team was so we could keep a closer eye on Rogers, but she just spends all her time with Romanoff.”
So that’s why Pierce assigned you to the STRIKE team.
Yeah, you’re closer to Steve than most people but it’s not like you’re best friends, you sometimes hang out outside of work but most of your interactions are mission related.
You decide you've heard enough to kind of put together what’s going on, but there’s not much you can do to help Steve yet, not knowing where he is. So you stick to following the STRIKE team, praying that your absence in the control room goes unnoticed.
STRIKE gets a hit on Steve’s location and you follow them in your car to a mall but think better than to follow them in, waiting patiently outside.
After a few minutes you see Steve and Natasha in their not so well thought out undercover outfits and, once again, the Captain surprises you by hot-wiring a car.
You follow them, more discreetly this time, knowing Natasha and Steve would be better at realizing they’re being followed.
You get to an old army camp in Wheaton, New Jersey and are about to follow them in and make yourself known to them, but before you can get out of your car you hear the plan the STRIKE team has through your comms.
The idiots never even thought about using a different channel. Of course Rumlow would underestimate you this much.
So you decide to drive deeper into the trees surrounding the camp to make sure you’re not visible and wait, knowing Steve and Natasha will need a fast getaway.
You can do nothing more than watch as a missile hits the bunker and the helicopters start coming. You want to go and help them, make sure they're okay, but you will yourself to stay put and not give away your position.
When you can faintly see Steve’s figure, almost running with what looks like Nat in his arms, you finally turn the car on and drive coming to a stop right in front of him and startling him to a stop on his tracks.
“Get in.” you urge him, and he seems wary of you, rightly so. “Come on, Cap, they can’t know I’m here!”
He seems to decide to risk trusting you and delicately sets an unconscious Nat down in the back seat before getting in the passenger’s seat.
As soon as his door is closed you drive away as fast as you can, heading back to Washington and you can feel Steve’s eyes on you.
“How do I know I can trust you?” he finally says after a minute of silence, his eyes never leaving you. “You’re part of them, after all.”
“I can see where you’re coming from, but trust me I’m not one of them.” You glance at him and you can tell that he’s not convinced yet, so you go on. “I didn’t even know who ‘them’ were before today. Apparently the reason Pierce assigned me to the STRIKE team was in hopes to get closer to you. He overestimated how close we actually are. If Natasha was awake right now she would tell you how much I hate working with those assholes… You can trust me.”
You take a look at the rearview mirror and see Natasha, but her relaxed face does nothing to ease your worries.
Steve seems to pick up on your concerns as his features soften and, ever the hopelessly optimistic, he chooses to believe you.
“Okay,” he says, “what do we do now?”
“We have to get you somewhere safe” you check your mirrors as much as you can, making sure you’re not being followed “I don’t know any safehouses outside of Shield's radar. We need a place we can go that they know nothing about.”
“I have an idea.” he says, you glance at him and see him already looking at you, so you nod.
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📖"Breeding the Winter Soldier"
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 7893
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Tags: a/b/o, Omega Bucky, Alpha Steve, Hydra wins, dark AU, forced mating, breeding program, coerced sex, restraints, heats/ruts, forced to fuck, past Bucky x Brock, HTP adjacent, mind control, anal sex, hurt/comfort (mostly comfort)
A.N.: this was written all the way back in 2017!
Breeding the Winter Soldier
“Looks like they gave Cap his assignment,” Rollins chuckles from where he’s sitting, boots propped up on the observation room’s control panel. “Doesn’t seem too happy about being told he’s gotta breed ‘im.”
Brock scoffs lightly, unable to help himself from lighting up out of frustration as he stares through the one-way glass window at their prisoner. Smoking isn’t allowed inside the facility, but that’s never stopped Brock. “This is bullshit,” he complains around the cigarette between his lips, tossing the spent match to the floor as he gets a good first lungful of nicotine. Beyond the window, Captain fucking America—or what used to be Captain America— is pacing, pacing, pacing, distressed at the news. Brock seethes quietly. “Project Genesis is mine. He was supposed to be mine.”
And now Steven Grant Rogers is the one they want instead. The superior choice, apparently, for siring little super-soldiers. Brock had broken whatever he’d been holding when he’d first heard the order come down—a coffee mug, he thinks it was. The order strictly reassigned him as handler only to the asset, the one to supervise the project. Supervise. Brock cringes at the restriction of the word. He’s been the asset’s commanding officer for going on five years now. Unofficially, he’s been his alpha for two. He’s the one who knows the asset, understands him. He’s the only one who knows how to make him work right, how to get through to him. He’s the one who cares about him, who satisfies him through his heats. And now Hydra is forcing him to give that all away?
His mate is going to be so confused.
Rollins tells him to chill. “I’m sure they’ll still let you fuck around with him once he’s pupped a few litters.”
“That’s not the fucking point!” Brock roars, angry but not at Rollins. Jack seems to know this, as he doesn’t move at all from his lazy posture in the chair. “He’s my omega. I’m perfectly capable of breeding him, if that’s what they want.”
Rollins shrugs. “You ain’t got that super soldier sperm.”
“Captain. Hail Hydra.”
Steve looks up from where he’s been eating his breakfast and frowns at the sight of Rumlow. It’s strange and upsetting to see people that he knew from before. People who he’d thought were the good guys. Brock looks the same as he did a year ago. Same haircut, same face, same tactical gear that he used to wear when he was on Shield’s Strike team, when he was Steve’s friend. Only now there is no Shield, and there are no friends. Now they all belong to Hydra whether they want to or not.
“Hail Hydra,” Steve mumbles into the cold milk of his cereal.
“Gotta come with me, Cap,” Rumlow tells him. “Today’s the day.”
Steve looks up at him, eyes angry and tired. “I’m not doing it,” he says. He’s fucking not doing it. They can’t make him.
“I’m not in the mood for this today.” Rumlow calls in the four guards that he’s brought with him and has them stand there with their stun batons as a warning for Steve. Before, they never would’ve been enough to keep him subdued. But that was before. Steve knows it’ll be no use trying to fight them off. He lets his spoon drop into the cereal bowl.
They take him down to the wing where they keep Bucky, to a room with a bed, a minifridge and an exam chair. It’s a heat suite, where they intend to force him to do this, Steve supposes. Bucky’s not there. There’s a tech waiting for them and when Steve lays eyes on the prepped syringes he tenses, tries to turn around. He winds up with a stun baton jammed to his neck and the next thing he knows he’s restrained in the chair. The tech is bringing a needle over and Steve pulls with all his might against the mag restraints. They don’t budge. “Relax,” Rumlow says. He’s standing beside Steve. “It’s just something to help you.”
“Help me how?” Steve asks, afraid. He’s already drugged up six ways to Sunday. Drugs to keep him weak, drugs to keep him dazed, drugs to keep him calm. If he didn’t heal so rapidly his inner arms would look like pincushions by now. The injections erase who he is, erase any possibility of a fight, let alone an escape. He doesn’t want any more injections.
“Something to kickstart your rut,” Brock says. He points to the other needles, one by one. “An aphrodisiac. A benzo to lower your inhibitions. Hormones to increase the chances of conceiving.”
Steve sneers. “I’m not doing it. I’m not hurting him.”
“You sure as hell better not,” Brock tells him, and there’s something about the way that he says it that has Steve paying closer attention. Steve takes notice of how tense Rumlow seems, upset almost. He smells the sour tint of possessiveness rolling off of him. “He’s mine,” Brock says. It’s obvious he’s not talking about his role as Bucky’s handler.
Steve squints for a moment. “…No,” he says, eyes widening. Rumlow smirks when he sees that Steve is finally figuring it out. “You’ve had him.”
“Wow. Took you long enough Cap. Thought you would’ve at least smelled him on me, all the times I fucked him before passing you in the hall.”
Steve grits his teeth, fury building in him in a way that he didn’t think was possible, not with all of the mood stabilizers Hydra’s got him on. “You fucking raped him?!” The tech comes over and jabs Steve while he’s distracted, not that he can move much in the restraints anyway. The needle stings going in, but the anger coursing through him is worse than the cold flush of medicine through his veins.
Brock looks at Steve with contempt. “I’m his handler. He hasn’t been raped since I started caring for him.”
Steve pants in his seat, feeling his temperature start to climb as the drugs work into his system. “Is that what you call it?” he sneers. “You think you’re taking care of him?”
“I know you’re not happy about this,” Brock tells him. “But let me tell you something: neither am I.”
“What are you talking about?”
Brock tells the tech to get out of the room. He orders the AI system that they stole from Stark Industries to stop monitoring them. Once they’re all alone he tells Steve, “He’s mine, Rogers.” Steve growls at him and that makes Rumlow roll his eyes. He drags a stool over to sit right in front of where Steve is restrained. “What you’re participating in? It’s called Project Genesis.”
“Yeah, trying to make baby supersoldiers, I get it,” Steve snaps. “I’m not doing it.”
“It’s the only fucking reason you’re alive right now,” Brock tells him. “And it’s the only reason he’s not gathering dust in some cryo vault.”
Steve can’t suppress his frown. “What?”
Brock sighs. “You’ve both been decommissioned. Hydra is a major world power now. One or two enhanced assets aren’t worth our time anymore. An army of supersoldiers, however, is. That’s what he’s still useful for.”
“You son of a bitch.”
“Yeah? How do you think I feel?” Brock snaps. “I was the one who was supposed to breed him. Was working on it just fine till they brought you in. I’m sure you think he’ll be happy to see you but let me tell you, he won’t.” Brock can smell the change coming over the other alpha, can smell his body ramping up for a rut. Beneath the scent of sex hormones is the sour tinge of chemicals. It makes Brock want to curl his nose and bare his teeth in a challenge, or maybe turn away to escape the smell altogether. “He doesn’t know you Cap, and you’re just going to scare him if you come at him acting like he should be glad to see you.”
Steve glares at him. “He does remember me. He knew me on the helicarrier.” Bucky had known him. He had.
But Brock shakes his head. “No. He only has bits and pieces Rogers. He’s my omega. I bonded to him years ago.”
Steve growls and pulls at his restraints again. “No!”
“Calm the fuck down!” Brock leans in closer. He looks mad. Smells mad too. “This isn’t about you or me. It’s not up to us. Do you think I’d let you touch him if it was?”
“He’s not yours,” Steve grits out. “And I’m not going to touch him.”
Brock huffs. “You wait till those drugs kick in, you’ll be singing a different tune.” He looks at Steve seriously. “And just so you know, he’s already in heat.”
Steve’s eyes widen at that. “What?”
“Yeah. He’s hot and aching and he knows what his mission is. He’s not going to fight it,” Brock says. “But he’s expecting me. He’s expecting someone that he knows to help him feel better. And he’s going to be confused when I bring him in here and tell him that he has to let another alpha fuck him. A stranger. So I need for you to calm down. I don’t want him scared. You and I are going to talk to him together and you’re going to be gentle with him.”
Steve can feel arousal building in himself, and it’s strange to feel that while he’s sitting there next to Rumlow, being told all of this. The chemically-induced rut is coming on fast. “Shit,” he curses, head falling back to the chair behind him. He can feel himself firming up beneath the thin cotton of his sleep pants and he hates that he can’t hide it from Rumlow. “I can’t do this. Please don’t make me do this.”
“Get it together Cap,” Rumlow snaps, unhappy.
“Fuck you!” Steve spits.
Brock sighs. “I was hoping you’d shut up but I can see that’s not going to happen. He crosses the room only to return with a gag in his hands. He forces Steve’s jaw open and presses the ball gag in, saying nothing about the fight Steve puts up. Once it’s secured and Steve is heaving angry breaths at him, Brock says, “I’m going to get him now. If you care about him at all you won’t make this worse for him than it has to be.” He gets up and leaves through the room’s only door and Steve is forced to wait long minutes, panting and sweating at the oncoming rush of a forced rut.
The asset is relieved when its handler comes to retrieve it. It entered its heat hours ago and has had to wait, alone and aching, in the little room. “Come on James,” the handler says when the asset stands from its little cot, and the asset remembers that this is supposed to be its name. He’s never heard it before—not from anyone besides his handler. It's probably invented, but he likes that he uses it. Even if it’s made up, it’s something special between just the two of them.
Now they’ll go to the other room, the one where they always go when he is to be bred. James looks forward to it because he knows it’ll make him feel better. Brock (that’s his handler’s name. He’s allowed to use it when they’re alone) will give him everything he needs, will knot him and hopefully fill him with pups. That’s their mission. So far they’ve been unsuccessful but the asset thinks it’s because his heats used to be so unpredictable. Now he’s been out of cryo long enough that he’s cycling regularly again, his body ready for a pregnancy.
The asset has never thought about reproducing. An assassin doesn’t think of such things, a weapon certainly doesn’t. But James does. James doesn’t mind his new mission. He hasn’t told his handler, but he secretly prefers serving Hydra this way over what he used to do. This way he doesn’t have to go into the cold. And they don’t wipe him. And there’s someone who cares for him—his alpha. Deep down, he secretly likes the idea of having a baby, something that’s his that isn’t garbage or government-issued. Something that’s all his. He doesn’t tell his handler about this either.
They enter the other room and there is someone else there. It’s a man, an alpha. He’s restrained and in rut, that much is clear right away. The asset is nearly knocked back by the abrupt smell of him. Brock notices and laughs, reaching to grab him by the arm and pull him closer. “Easy babe.”
The asset scans his eyes over the man on the chair. He’s big. Tall and muscled, with blond hair and handsome features. He’s clearly upset. He struggles against his bonds as they approach, making useless sounds through the gag in his mouth. The asset looks questioningly at Brock. “Who is he?” He’s not really supposed to ask questions unprompted, but over time he’s learned that it’s okay with his handler, with Brock.
“His name is Captain Rogers,” Brock says. “Former SHIELD operative. He’s an enhanced like you are.”
The asset nods. He was unaware that there were others like himself. There used to be a program, but it had failed. He can remember helping, being tasked with training a group of men and women to make them stronger, better. But they’d gone wild and had been eliminated. The mission had failed.
“We have new orders,” Brock tells him, and this is when he takes his hand, squeezes it reassuringly. James purrs at the contact, moves to begin removing his clothes as is expected of him. But Brock stops him. “Wait, babe.”
The man in the chair growls at the pet name and James whines. He doesn’t want the other alpha to be there. He wants to be naked, in a bed, under his mate. “I’m hot,” he points out. “I need to get undressed.”
“You can,” Brock tells him. He pets the side of James’ face. “But I’m not going to be here with you.”
The asset frowns in confusion. “What?” He doesn’t understand. This is the breeding room. James is in heat. It’s their mission—they’ll be punished if they don’t complete it. The asset tilts his head, baring his neck, trying to show his alpha how ready he is. “Alpha please,” he whines. He’d hit the floor and present if not for the other alpha in the room. “I’m in heat. I need it.”
Brock shushes him, gentles a hand down his side. It feels good but it’s not nearly enough. “I know baby, I know. You’ll get a knot, just not mine.” The asset is confused again, but only for a second. His eyes dart over to where the other alpha is bound. Brock sees this and he nods, “Yeah baby, you’re going to mate with him.”
“What?” A low noise of distress leaves James’ throat, unbidden. He’s not supposed to make noises like that. But Brock never punishes him for such mistakes, not when it’s just the two of them. “No. You’re supposed to do it. You’re my mate,” he says, feeling scared. He’s not supposed to argue with directions. “Alpha?” he says, trying to press his nose into Brock’s neck, trying to ignore the other man in the room. “The mission,” he urges. “Breed me. Put pups in me.”
But Brock just kisses his temple and sets him back firmly. “Sorry babe,” he says. “It’s orders.”
Steve tries to speak through the gag but of course it’s no use.
He is forced to sit there and watch as Rumlow comes into the room with Bucky, holding his hand, for Christ’s sake. Bucky doesn’t seem to mind at all. He makes a pleased sound whenever Brock touches him, and when he calls him pet names. Steve feels his guts lurch at the obvious show of affection between them. He feels jealously flare up in his core like a rabid animal, wanting to kill the other alpha for touching Bucky, for trying to claim the omega that should be his.
That, he knows, is his rut talking. It’s gotten worse in the past ten minutes since Brock left him here, tied to the exam chair and gagged. Steve’s skin itches and his pulse throbs. Between his legs, he’s hard. And now that Bucky has come into the room, now that Steve can smell him, it’s so much worse. Bucky smells like damp, cloying earth. He smells like dark, cramped spaces and tangled up bodies. He smells like something Steve wants to bury his face in and not come up for air from. Steve takes one look at him and feels the urge to chase him, catch him, pin him down come unbidden. All he can do is wiggle ineffectively in his bonds.
In front of him, Brock is telling Bucky that he has to mate with Steve. Steve’s heart clenches when Bucky looks over to him, tense and afraid. His eyes do not hold recognition. Steve listens as Bucky pleads and whines to Brock, calling him his alpha, begging him to breed him instead. And Brock fucking comforts him, pets him and gives him a kiss and tells him it’s okay. Bucky looks like he never wants to leave Brock’s side. Steve clenches his eyes shut at the sight.
“Rogers.”
Steve’s eyes open. Brock is standing right in front of him. Bucky is still hanging back, looking unsure. “You see?” Brock says, and he’s not bragging or gloating or anything. He’s just trying to get Steve to listen. “He’s used to being with me, Cap. He doesn’t know you. Now are you gonna behave if I take that gag out? Not going to upset him?”
Steve glares at Rumlow, but after a moment manages a terse nod. The gag gets removed, and Steve takes a moment to swallow the spit in his mouth, lick his lips and crack his jaw. “Thanks,” he grunts, not feeling at all thankful.
Rumlow nods, chucks the gag away. “I’m not going to let you up from that chair yet,” he tells Steve. “That I’ll do remotely, once I’m out of the room.”
Steve sneers. “What? You afraid to be alone with me?”
Brock raises his eyebrows. “First of all, I’m not alone.” He nods back to Bucky. “I’ve got him. Don’t let his role in our breeding program fool you; he’s still perfectly capable of ending a man with his bare hands. If I give him the order to, that is. Secondly, I’m not going to let you out of that chair while I’m in the room because you’re in rut. A rut that we chemically engineered to match his heat. You’re geared up to attack any alpha that comes near him.”
Steve scoffs. “I’ve got better control than you, animal.”
Brock looks back at Bucky and calls him over, but he calls him James, and that rankles Steve more than anything else yet. “Come here James,” Rumlow says. He holds out his arm and Bucky comes over obediently. “This is Steve. He’s not a big fan of mine, I’m sure you can tell.”
“Bucky,” Steve says urgently. “Bucky I’m not going to hurt you. Okay? Don’t worry.”
“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky murmurs to Brock.
Brock glares at Steve. “I told you Cap. He doesn’t know any of that.” Brock pulls Bucky closer, encourages him to go up and touch Steve where he’s restrained to the chair. “Go ahead babe. You heard him: he won’t hurt you. Have a look at him.”
Bucky does. He inches closer until his leg hits the side of the chair. He reaches forward with careful fingers, as if Steve is a wild animal that might bite. Bucky’s eyes are cold and calculating as they pass over Steve, no recognition to them. Not like Steve wants. “He’s healthy,” Bucky murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid to say it. “Strong.” Behind, Brock chuckles a little.
“Yeah he is. Don’t worry though. He won’t be rough on you.” Brock meets Steve’s eyes over Bucky’s head. “I have it on good authority. He’s going to be real gentle.”
Bucky doesn’t react to this, and Steve feels as if he can hardly breathe as Bucky continues to examine him. He touches Steve’s arms, his legs, his chest. Steve is still clothed, but the touches ramp up the desire that the drugs have kickstarted. In his pants, he’s hard as a rock. Bucky leans down and sticks his nose into Steve’s neck, scenting at the glands there. It’s all Steve can do not to moan where he’s sitting, all he can do not to try and thrust his hips up the way his body wants to. After a long inspection, Bucky seems to make up his mind about Steve. He stands back and away, looks to Brock. “He’ll sire good pups. I understand why he’s been chosen.” He nods once to show his obedience in the matter. “I’ll complete the mission.”
Brock smiles at him. “Good boy.”
“Buck you don’t have to do anything these sacks of shit tell you to—”
“Cap,” Rumlow warns, “That ain’t the way. He WILL do what we tell him to. And if you’re resisting, he’ll take you by force. That how you want this to go?”
Steve grimaces at the threat, imagining the absurdity of Bucky raping him. “He should have a choice,” Steve tells Rumlow darkly, hating the man with every fiber of his being. “Does this make you proud?” he asks. “Treating him like a thing? Violating him?” Steve forces himself to meet Rumlow’s eyes in an imploring manner. “You said that you mated him. If that’s true, is this really what you want for him?”
Rumlow shakes his head, looks at Steve as if he’s incredibly thickheaded. “You just don’t get it, do ya Cap?” He walks over, takes a hold of Bucky’s neck and pulls him in for a deep kiss. Steve watches the display with horror, especially once Bucky brings both of his hands up to cradle Rumlow’s jaw. Brock pulls away from Bucky, their lips separating with a pop, and he glares at Steve. “This isn’t about ‘want’. It’s about following orders.” With that he pushes Bucky up to stand close to Steve, turning away before either man can stop him. “Now just shut up, lay back, and get him pregnant,” he throws over his shoulder as he walks out the door.
James tries not to feel anything when his mate leaves the room. He tries to slip back into the mindset of the Asset, a place where feelings are irrelevant. Brock has explained the parameters of the mission, has given the soldier his orders. Now James will execute. He tips his ear towards the door, his enhanced hearing helping him to pick up on the sounds of many intricate locking mechanisms being set. He flicks his gaze back up to the body of the other man—the man they’ve chosen to sire his pups.
James wants to sneer, feels like maybe he does. He shuffles uncomfortably in place, wetness already growing sticky and cool where it’s seeped into the back of his pants. He wonders if Captain Rogers can smell it. Stepping close to the chair where he’s restrained, James examines the mag cuffs that hold him in place. They’re similar to the ones that his handlers use on him. It makes James wonder just how strong this man is. Brock had said he was enhanced. He tilts his head in curiosity.
“… Bucky—”
“Directive clarification,” James calls out to the room, ignoring whatever the Captain had been about to say to him. James doesn’t wait for a response; he knows they’re being watched. “Am I to mount him like this?” he asks, not particularly caring either way. He shouldn’t care about this stranger’s comfort during the act—he’s not Brock. The soldier has his orders and James has no choice. He has to do it. A quick glance shows him what he can already smell: Captain Rogers is fully erect beneath his clothing. On the chair or in a bed, he’ll be easy enough for James to take inside of his body. But a crackle comes through the speakers in the ceiling, echoing Brock’s voice into the room:
“Use the bed if you want. He’s been chemically subdued so he shouldn’t be able to put up much a fight. Releasing mag cuffs in three, two...”
In the next second the restraints on the chair click open, and James turns back in time to see Captain Rogers pulling his arms away from the chair. He sits up, swinging his legs over the side. His bare feet touch the floor but he remains perched on the chair’s edge. For the first time, James realizes that the Captain is dressed in sleeping clothes. A standard issue tee shirt and cotton pants are all he wears. “Bucky,” he says again, holding out an arm in James’ direction. It is unclear if the gesture is meant to beckon James closer or to keep him at bay. James is not unaware that, omega or not, he presents a threatening image to most men. With this in mind he narrows his stance, draws his shoulders down to seem as small and nonthreatening as possible. Hopefully this will keep the Captain from trying to do something as counterproductive as running, or fighting.
“I realize you don’t recognize me, but don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. My name’s Steve.
James blinks at him. He takes stock of the situation. Captain Rogers—Steve—has been made aware of his role in the breeding program. He’s been given his orders just like James has, but he’s resisting. James can smell it on him, the warring scents of desire and disgust. James steps closer, tilting his head to the side once he’s just in front of him. “Smell that?” he asks, being sure to keep his eyes cast down. The Captain’s hands are clenched tightly by his sides as James bares his neck in a submissive gesture. “Come on,” he says as gently as he can. “Alpha?”
“Don’t,” Steve bites out. He sounds pained. “Don’t call me that Buck.”
James bites his cheek, thinking he may just have to use physical force if this man won’t listen. “You’re in forced rut,” he says, trying again. “That can’t feel good.”
Steve huffs an abortive laugh. “Yeah.”
“You’re flushed,” James tells him. There is perspiration all along the collar of Steve’s tee. “And you’re hot. Burning-up-inside hot. Believe me I know how it feels. When you’re so desperate that you’re miserable?” He reaches for the hem of his own shirt, pulls it quickly over his head. He knows that the movement makes his scent burst into the air. Now his top half is exposed and James has to hold in the sigh that wants to come at the relief of having that much less clothing on his body. He tosses his shirt aside. In front of him, Steve’s nostrils are flaring. “It doesn’t have to be like that,” he tells him, “You can have me. It’ll help.”
Steve’s fingers sink into the chair’s cushion, little bits of foam padding ripping out and falling to the floor. His scent is soaring—a deep, rich scent like copper and burnt wood. James grits his teeth at the sudden urge to drop and present. He slowly reaches out with his flesh hand and touches Steve’s thigh. “Why are you afraid?” he asks. It’d be nice to know. Everyone always seems to know more than he does…
“I can’t hurt you like this Buck. I just can’t.”
James shushes him, ignores the continued use of that nonsensical name, Bucky. “You won’t,” he soothes, pulling lightly at the fabric of Steve’s pants in an effort to get him to slide off the chair. “I’m in heat. I’m ready. It won’t hurt.”
Steve scoffs, but he does allow himself to be moved. Standing barefoot, they come eye to eye. “That’s not the kind of hurt I meant.”
James ignores the clench his heart gives as he thinks of Brock. He wonders if his alpha is watching from another room, observing them through a little camera. He hopes not. “Come here,” James says, pulling Steve forward. Steve’s hands find their way to his hips, and James feels more slick rush out of his body at the contact. He whimpers without meaning to. “Scent me,” he says, tilting his head again. He’s pressing up against Steve, their bodies connected from thigh to chest. He can feel the alpha’s erection and he’s certain that Steve can feel his. But that hardly matters as Steve releases an answering growl somewhere in his throat. His head dips down and he buries his nose in the crook of James’ neck. James’ breath leaves him in a satisfied puff. He’s been in heat for nearly twenty-four hours with no relief until now. He’d been expecting Brock, his mate, but the mission has changed.
His body has already decided for him, he realizes. It doesn’t matter that this isn’t Brock. Doesn’t matter that it’s a stranger who’s been selected to put pups in him. James’ body recognizes this Steve for what he is; a strong, virile alpha.
The Asset grabs Steve with his metal hand, pushing him towards the bed before the other man can protest.
Steve stumbles over his own feet, not having been prepared for the rough grab and push of Bucky’s metal arm. He falls gracelessly back onto the room’s bed with a grunt. Bucky doesn’t give him time to recover. He’s there in a flash, one hand planted in the center of Steve’s chest and the other yanking down his pants. Bucky tosses them to the floor and reaches for Steve’s shirt. But Steve isn’t having it. He grabs Bucky’s arms and attempts to fight him. They grapple for all of three seconds before Bucky has him pinned, and Steve is panting furiously. The drugs make him so much weaker than before. With Bucky’s metal arm in play he doesn’t stand a chance. Begging is all he’s got left, it seems. “Please,” he says, staring imploringly. “You don’t want to do this.”
Bucky ignores him completely. He rips Steve’s tee shirt down the front like it’s paper, pulls it off of him and throws it somewhere in the general vicinity of where the pants had gone. Leaning forward over Steve’s now-naked body, he gives a very un-omega like growl. “Stay down.” He stands up and divests himself of the boots he’s wearing, then his pants.
Of course Steve doesn’t listen. He manages to prop himself up by the time Bucky’s taking his underwear off, and the scent that hits Steve then is so strong it makes him clench his eyes shut. “Fuck.” He can’t look at Bucky, he can’t or he’ll lose his shit. The bed dips and Steve jerks as Bucky pulls him to lie down again, too much naked skin pressed up along his own. “Bucky, don’t—” He’s cut off by lips crashing down on his own. Bucky wastes no time in forcing his way, mouthing and biting at Steve to make him open up. His hands pull at Steve’s hair and he fucks his tongue lewdly into his mouth. A garbled noise that probably would have been a moan had it been allowed to form leaves Steve, his hands grabbing the first part of Bucky they can find—his hips. Steve pulls on Bucky, whether to bring him closer or push him away he’s not sure, but he winds up tugging the other man fully atop him, and the second Steve feels him start rolling his hips downwards, he’s lost.
Bucky breaks the kiss, pulling away. Steve opens his eyes to see the omega staring at him, eyes a hard grey. He’s still fucking downwards, rubbing himself off against the crest of Steve’s groin, and his breath has become harsh. “This is our mission,” he breathes, sounding rough and desperate. “We have to. You have to.”
Steve feels sickness rise up and mingle with the desperation of his rut again. “No.”
“Yes.”
Steve repeats the ‘no’ several times more as Bucky continues to writhe against him, but his hands don’t loosen their hold on Bucky’s hips, and he doesn’t try to push Bucky off of him. “I can’t.”
Bucky makes an angry sound in his throat and yanks Steve’s head back with the grip he has on his hair. It’s his metal hand and it hurts. “You don’t have a choice,” he says. Steve growls at the dominant gesture, his hindbrain urging him to put the omega in his place. But Bucky leans closer again. For a second Steve thinks he’s going to kiss him, but he doesn’t. He puts his lips to Steve’s ear, the dark length of his hair falling around them. “Don’t make me take it,” he whispers, sounding desperate. His hips have not stopped moving. “Please. Alpha. You’re supposed to give it to me. Take me. Don’t make me do it.”
Steve groans. There’s nothing worse that Bucky could have said. He’s in heat, and Steve’s in rut, and now he’s calling Steve Alpha and begging Steve to mate with him the way that he wants it; to take him the way an alpha should take their omega. Steve opens his eyes to find Bucky staring at him once again, only this time his eyes are soft and his brow is pinched—pleading. He looks more like the Bucky that Steve remembers, and Steve can’t ignore the urge within himself to make that pleading look go away, to satisfy.
He flips them over. The only reason he’s able to do it is because he takes Bucky completely by surprise. Bucky’s eyes go wide for a moment, assessing a threat, before he realizes the move for what it is and he relaxes and purrs. Steve doubts himself immediately. He brings his hands to Bucky’s face, pleased when he’s not pushed away and Bucky fucking bends his neck to expose himself. “Alpha,” Bucky whines, but Steve’s not having it.
“You listen to me,” he says angrily, using the last goddamn piece of himself that he has left to convey seriousness in his tone. Bucky stares at him obediently and Steve swallows. “They don’t wipe my memory, got it? You may not remember me, but I remember you. And I won’t hurt you. I hurt you, you have to tell me. If you want to stop, you tell me. Got it?”
James frowns, even in his lust-ridden brain he knows he does. This stranger—no, some distant and unreachable part of his mind corrects, not a stranger—Steve—is referencing the wipes, is telling him that they’ve met before. James can’t disprove such a claim. He wonders if this Captain Rogers was once his handler, or possibly a target. He wonders if “Bucky” was his call sign then. Steve is still staring intently at him, waiting for his answer, and James shakes his head to get the thoughts to go away. They’re not important, not relevant to the mission. If his promise is all the Captain needs, then it means nothing to James to give it. “You won’t hurt me,” he says again, thinking that the alpha above him is stupid to imagine that he could, but adds, “I’ll tell you if you do.”
That seems to settle it for Steve. He comes down and kisses James’ forehead, leaves his lips to linger there in a manner that makes James distinctly uncomfortable—as if they are old friends, or family even. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Turn over.”
James flips, never having obeyed an order so quickly. He tries to push himself up to present but with Steve’s heavy weight at his back he can’t do it. Behind, he can feel the alpha’s hardness pressing between his cheeks and it makes him whine needily. This may be a mission, but he’s still been left wanting and unfulfilled for close to going on twenty four hours now. There are no feelings of doubt or discontent with the situation that James needs to force down to be a good soldier. He’s allowed to want this, and he does. “Alpha,” he urges when Steve doesn’t move to penetrate him. “Please. Now, please.”
He can feel the exact moment when Steve gives in. His hands are clamped tightly on James’ wrists to keep him still, but when James nearly begs to be fucked it seems to push the alpha off whatever edge of hesitance he’s still managing to hang onto. James can feel Steve’s cock on his ass as he allows himself to thrust at last. The teasing slide is made easier by the slick that’s gathered there. James groans in frustration, rubbing his face into the bed and fairly suffocating himself as he waits for the other man to get on with it and get inside of him. He’s aching for it, for the stretch and pressure of an alpha’s cock, for a knot. He knows he’ll start yelling in a moment if Steve doesn’t DO SOMETHING.
But he does, and James doesn’t have to yell at him after all. Steve presses up onto his arms, the sweaty warmth of his chest leaving James’ back. He positions himself, bumping against James’ hole, and it’s a relief that he forgoes the unnecessary gesture of using fingers first—James is sure he would snap at him if he tried. Steve presses inside, entering him slowly but never stopping until he’s fully seated, his hips flush with James’ ass. It’s not hard to take him in. James’ body is slick and ready for it and he groans lowly into the bed at the sheer relief of it. “Yesss,” he hisses, and turns his head as much as he can to look back at Steve. The man looks about as gone for it as James feels, and a dark thrill shoots through him at the thought that he’s about to be taken just the way he wants to be. Fucked and bred just the way his body is crying out for. It may not be Brock, but James has decided not to think about that. All he can think about in his current state is Steve; the smell of him, the feel of him, even the sounds he makes, it all feels too perfectly satisfying. Maybe it has something to do with the barrage of drugs the techs had shot him up with yesterday. Maybe. He’s not supposed to care though, and he doesn’t. He tries to thrust his hips backwards, wanting movement and having no idea how the other man can bear to hold so still now that they’re connected. There’s nowhere to go with Steve pinning him down at the hips, but he knows the Alpha feels him squirming, recognizes it for the request that it is. “Move,” James says, sounding more demanding than a good omega should. “God just…”
Steve has a hand in his hair and his nose in his neck before James can finish the sentence. A very low growl, almost a feeling more than a sound, is coming out steadily from his chest. It makes goosebumps break out on James’ arms. “Are you telling me what to do?” Steve asks.
Against the bed, Bucky’s mouth splits in a smug grin. This is what he wanted, what Brock would’ve done. At the height of his heats, all the asset wants, all James wants, is to be taken. To be held down and owned. James strains to look back over his shoulder. The angle is awkward but he ignores it, fixing Steve with what he hopes is a challenging stare. If he has to goad the alpha into a more feral headspace to get things done, then by god that’s exactly what he’ll do. “I came here to get fucked, so yeah, I am. Move,” he bites out, hoping that it will spur Steve into action. It does. He pulls out, ignoring James’ cry of protest. His big hands slide down to his hips and he gets onto his knees behind him. James follows, pressing back and presenting. He can feel Steve’s hands pulling him apart, baring his hole. There is silence and James knows without having to look that Steve is just staring at him. The thought of it makes him shudder. He presses his face into the bedding and whines.
“God,” Steve exclaims softly, dragging a thumb across his leaking hole. “You’re soaked.”
James cannot stop whining low, needy omega sounds. Then he feels the blunt head of Steve’s cock at his entrance and he moans. “Yes,” he hisses, though it’s muffled against the sheets. He presses his ass back harder, and that causes Steve to pop inside of him. The alpha grunts in surprise, but then he’s right back to thrusting, this time faster. Just as deep though, and god, if that isn’t exactly what James wants. “Oh, hugn—oh!” The noises he’s making are obscene but James hardly notices. They seem to drive Steve on, his hips slapping harder each time he moans particularly loud.
It goes on like this until James reaches for his own cock. He only gets a couple of strokes in before Steve is knocking his hand away. James cries out indignantly but then Steve pulls out, flips him over and pushes right back in. He wraps his hand around James’ cock, hips working at the same pace as his hand. He’s staring down at James with a burning intensity, breath heavy with his efforts. “Mine,” he growls, giving a calculated twist on the upstroke.
James’ eyes roll back in his head. “Ugh, fuuck.” It’s incredible and nothing he’s used to. No alpha has ever done this for him before, always leaving it to him to take care of. He can hardly thrust into the grip very well when he’s being fucked as hard as he is, but damn if he doesn’t try. “Please,” he groans, grappling at Steve’s shoulders for something to hold onto. He hardly knows what he’s asking for. The alpha is sweaty above him and James’ hands glide over the muscles in his back. “Please, Steve,”
Steve’s eyes shoot to his at the use of his name. Something raw and more intense than what they’re doing now passes through them, and before James knows what’s happening he’s being kissed. It’s not gentle. It’s plying, and insistent, and needy. God, is it needy. Steve is kissing him like it’s the answer to something and all James can do is go along for the ride.
“Bucky,” Steve is grunting at him when he finally parts enough to speak. James knows he’s speaking to him, so he opens his eyes to the nonsensical name. He doesn’t really care what this man calls him, so long as he never stops. “Buck I’m gonna,” Steve tells him, brow sweaty and pinched. “I have to.”
James groans, feeling how true the alpha’s words are. His knot is growing, tugging more insistently with every thrust. When it feels like Steve might pull away at the last second, James wraps his arms and legs around him in a fierce hold. “No,” he begs. “Inside me. I need it.” He’s not thinking even a little bit about the mission now, only the ache inside him. It’s an ache only a knot will fix, and he whimpers this to Steve as he holds him. “Knot me. Alpha, please. Want to feel it. Fill me up. Breed me.”
Steve makes a filthy sound and shoves forward, groaning long and low into James’ ear. His knot catches, fully blown as he climaxes. His hand has stopped moving over James’ cock but it hardly matters now. He’s rocking his hips shallowly, pulling his knot taut against James’ rim, pulsating it over his prostate again and again and again. James doesn’t need anything else to make him come spectacularly.
“Why do you torture yourself like this?”
Brock doesn’t turn around from the observation window. He figures Rollins is just here to taunt him anyway. “Nobody asked you to come in here,” he says quietly, attention still fixed on the pair in the next room.
“Yeah well…” Rollins comes up and stands right next to Brock, eyes taking in the same sight. “I was curious.” When Brock says nothing, he adds, “Looks like they’re finished.”
Brock scoffs and turns abruptly from the window, putting his back to it. “They’re not fucking finished.” Idiot, he wants to add. He scrubs his hands over his face and it occurs to him that he needs to shave. “That was just round one.” Brock doesn’t know about Rogers, but he is intimately familiar with his own omega’s stamina during a heat. “They’ll be in there for a good two days at least.”
“And you’re just going to stand here and watch?” Rollins rolls his eyes. “Stupid.”
“I can’t do anything else,” Brock snaps, irritated at his friend. “You’ve never been bonded. You wouldn’t understand.”
“No?”
“No.” He sighs. “You think what? It’s just jealousy?” He shakes his head. “I could handle that. But this… It’s like a physical ache.” He turns slightly to glance through the window again, thinks better of it, and turns back around. “Can’t stand it.”
“Can’t do anything to change it.” Rollins points out. “You never should’ve gotten so close. He’s just a thing, and at the end of the day he’s Hydra’s thing, not yours.”
“Yeah.” Brock really doesn’t have it in him to argue that point. He wants to, but he doesn’t. It isn’t like he doesn’t wish he could set the poor SOB free. But that’s never going to happen, and playing house with his bonded for the last six months has just been wishful thinking. “They still going at it?” he asks, unwilling to turn around and look again. He wasn’t exactly getting off on the sight before.
Rollins looks. “Naw. Resting.”
Brock grits his teeth, can’t keep the image of that goddamn super soldier, tied to his mate, out of his head.
“You think it’ll take?”
“Christ Rollins, you just don’t quit. Of course it will.” Pretty soon he’ll have to see the soldier, heavy with a litter of his pups. He hates it. Hates it more than anything.
Rollins shrugs and claps a hand onto Brock’s shoulder. “Don’t stay in here.” Another glance back. “He’s obviously not going to hurt ‘im. Leave them to it. Come and have a drink with me.”
Brock looks at Rollins then and really considers him. He calls him his friend, but the truth is the two of them are just the same as the Winter Soldier—property of Hydra. It’s taken years for him to realize it, but it’s true. Still, Rollins is offering him a drink now, and even more than that, a temporary escape. It’s the closest thing to friendly Brock’s ever gotten from the other man, and he figures it’s the best he’s going to get for a while. He might as well go. Because Rollins is right; he never should have gotten so close.
Brock sighs and nods at Rollins. Tells him, “Yeah. Yeah I think I will.”
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Lost pt.3
⚠️ THIS IS NOT A AGE-RE POST. THIS IS A DARK POST. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, DONT READ IF WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU⚠️
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⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of violence blood, sewing skin, passing out, being lost with no contact, mature language (cussing), Steve and bucky being worried over reader, reader is mentioned to be a victim of hydra, Reader does not know or remember bucky or Steve in this part! This is mainly backstory to explain reader!! please let me know if I missed any!!
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As the next missions continue to come, the murder, the crime, the fraying of your brain, the pain, the burning, the destroying of the sweet person you used to be continued on as well. They forced you to only remember the metal armed man as a traitor and a nuisance to your work. You continued your pattern of jobs for a few more weeks until the day came, where your mission got compromised, the day you were supposedly “saved” from the terror and the experiments.
You slide down the side of the building, bracing yourself for impact while repeatedly hitting your abort button, the button that was supposed to get you safely back into your handler's possession, apparently, they lied.
The moment you pressed that button you were on your own, you were no longer their responsibility. They didn’t care if you died or lived.
Why weren’t they coming?
After everything you had done for them,
They. Weren’t. Coming.
You flew off of sight from your eventually to be boyfriends, and you start to shake as you somehow escape downtown, trying to keep off the radar.
To help you try and keep away from those chasing you down, you sneak in and out of a thrift shop, raiding the clothes that you could find to be able to hide yourself.
You carefully break into a apartment that used to be a place for soldiers under hydra to stake-out, but had turned into a ghost town after they changed locations. Sitting in the bathroom after finding old sewing supplies, you slowly piece your flesh back together after being grazed and hit with a few shots.
When you would get harmed after missions, you never received medical attention unless it was to fix something massive like the time 3 of your fingers went missing. Other than that they threw sewing supplies at you and you had to figure it out.
After 4 hours of doing your best to sew yourself up, you clammer to the corner of the bedroom and under the side table. You position yourself where you cant be seen but you can easily hear if someone enters the apartment. If someone as much as makes a move 4 streets over you’ll know.
You were pumped with similar serum as to your metal armed traitor of a partner. Your senses were so heightened that sleeping was the worst thing to have to do but even after all those training sessions and all of those experiments, you were still somewhat human.
You spend a few hours getting a minimal amount of sleep before you end up waking up and climbing out from under the table. You’re so used to being in a cage that you feel almost concerned being able to now walk freely among other people. How were you not being locked up and trapped again?
Why was life doing everything in its power to trap you in a place between hell and eternal living of the damned? You mindfully check every window, closing the blinds and making sure its completely sealed shut before you move on to the doors, vents, and anywhere else someone could hear you or try and make a move on you.
You search for food in the kitchen, but to no avail. When the place was left behind after hydra expanded, they totally ransacked the place. That means you’d have to go out for food.
As you leave to go and try and find food, you try to mimic everything around you, how people walk, the way their arms move, how they look at others, you were analyzing everything to try and fit in to survive. You just needed food and then you could go stake out back at the apartment.
When you get to a fresh food market, you walk in and steal whatever you could afford to slide by people before quietly sneaking out the back and getting back to your apartment the same way you originally went.
You do your best to live this way for weeks. you never go out, you never are seen anywhere that wast necessary. When you do have to go out whether it be for food or anything important to you, you do it as fast and efficiently as possible. You’re always checking over your shoulder.
As the weeks continue on, your confusion starts to bloom as memories of how you were before being held by your leaders, eventually floods into your mind, one by one ripping a piece of you apart.
The pain of seeing faces of people in your brain that you just can't put a name to, or a place, or anything. Who were they? Why did you feel like you should know them? Why know was it only resurfacing? Were you supposed to know them?
The nightmares begin as you attempt to sleep through countless nights, you remember how every surgery they did felt, the way the serum felt when they would inject numerous variants of it into your blood before shoving you either back into the cryostasis chamber or put back in your cell.
Memories begin to flood your mind at all times of the day, the countless faces you faced before they tried to make you suffer. The many scientists who experimented on you to turn you into the monster that was only just a pet. With the amount of pain and suffering your body went through, you weren’t sure the memories were even yours. The sensors to all of your memories were so frayed and broken that you couldn’t remember them until your body made you borderline live through them again.
There was a time you remembered a family, 2 boys, a mother, and a father. Was that your family? Did you ever have one?
You think about ending it numerous times, you feel pain every time you move, every time you breathe. The scars you stare at for hours, just wondering when did you start to look like you had been touched by the devil himself? You felt nothing but pain and aching pulsing through your veins.
Was this going to drive you to the end?
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War Child
Part one
Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader
Avengers x (Fem) Reader
Warnings: Blood, mention of deaths, other creepy hydra shit, bad language words (lol) and a lot more other warnings, so be prepared.
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton (Sometimes) Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner (Sometimes) Thor Odison, Loki Laufeyson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Arnim Zola,
Description: You're a hydra experiment or had been one since you were young, For years you lived within the cold walls of Siberia and when you finally get free, faces from the past and demons come out to haunt you Reader is an enchanted superhuman, she has the super soldier serum giving her, super speed, super strength, a healing factor, fast metabolism, endurance, strong lung capacity & etc, she also has both fire and ice magic. The time line in this will review the past and present. Reader can look anyway you want. Her soon love interest will be Bucky. Authors Note: Please know that none of these characters belong to me, they belong to marvel, Y/N is your character of choice. also your thoughts will be orange, Bucky's thoughts will be blue and the others will be purple
Avengers tower present 9:34 am Avengers pov
Gathered around table enjoying breakfast and conversation sits the avengers, everyone seems happy, Bucky and Loki bantering with one another about who can do bad better, Steve acting like a mom and Tony being the overgrown brat, Wanda, Natasha and Yelena talking quietly amongst each other in sokovian, then there's Peter, Pietro, Sam and Thor arguing about how many bad guys they can beat in a fight, like family they're fun and chaotic. Everything seemed to go quiet when the leather jacket wearing, eye patched man walks in with a file and flash drive, the atmosphere once relaxed and playful now tense and serious, as all eyes land on the director Nick Fury. "Hope i'm not souring the mood." he says his tone, dripping with his usual uncaring sarcasm. "Anyways." he continues, "We have a problem, a big one, a loose cannon hydra related one." He sets down the file on the middle of the table and Bucky is the first to grab it, the minute he opens it, the color from his face drains, there it was a whole section dedicated to you, a ghost is what you are, one he was made to train when he was The winter soldier, a deadly weapon is what you became, just like him, but unlike him, he was captured, but you, you were born and raised into a hell, and turned into something so deadly.
Steve looks at Bucky and raises a brow in concern and curiosity, Steve pauses debating whether he should say anything but he decides to anyway, "Hey Buck, you alright, you look a little pale." Bucky snaps out of his current thoughts and glances at Steve and the rest of the team and he swallows, a shaky sigh leaving his lips and he says "I know her, i knew her." Every member of the team gives each other looks before nodding and taking turns to look at the entire file and Sam speaks "So where do we start?"
Italy present
Your Pov I arrive back into my rented apartment, after getting some needed food and water, i knew my time here in Italy was running thin but there was something about this place i liked, i couldn't get comfortable though, it was only a matter of time before the devil came knocking. After heating up a simple tv dinner, i sit on the small couch in my living room watching the old school box television, it's on the news channel, the headlines read "Avengers strike once again saving over a hundred innocent civilians from a hostage situation with the terrorist group known as HYDRA." A sigh leaves me and i start eating as i change the channel to a cartoon, it wasn't one i've seen before, it was a blonde with really long hair and a pretty purple dress, now interested i continue to watch the movie and finish my dinner, soon i set my plate aside and just watch tv, i was enjoying the movie more than i'd like to admit. Berlin 1953 (Past & your nightmare) "Papa, i don't understand what you want me to do, you little voice trembles as you look up at the man in front of you, he stare you down and pats you head, his German accent thick as he speaks, "In time, you will learn to master the gift i have given you my child." a grin spreads on Zola's lips, to you it seemed innocent but only if you knew it was anything but innocent.
Your Pov (Present) I jolted awake in a slight sweat, my eyes dart around the room, weariness and confusion etched on my features, i thought i was back hom-there, but i'm in my living room, i'm in Italy, i swallow and wipe my forehead with the sleeve of my sweater and i stand up, my steps are silent on the wood floors as i walk into the kitchen, i fill me a glass of water and gulp it down as if i was a man stuck in the desert. my hands are shaky as i set the glass down and stare at the dark curtained covered windows. "He's gone, no longer here." i tell myself and i make my way to my bathroom, a shower was much needed to calm myself.
Berlin 1954 (Past & Bucky's nightmare) "Soldat! you're back with the stuff." Zola hums in approval and takes the metal case from the winter soldier, he snaps his fingers for the soldier to follow him and the soldier complies without question. Zola leads the soldier into the lab, for a moment the soldier tenses, he didn't think he had another procedure today but then his eyes falls onto you, a girl strapped down onto a table asleep, he blinks, he couldn't tell if it was worry, or surprise but he manages to school it like he was taught, the soldiers eyes follow Zola as he pulls out the bag of super serum, it was a cheap one, not to affective but it'll still work, just not like his, the soldier watches as Zola sticks it into an IV like bag and he watches as Zola stick the IV into you and slowly the serum makes it way to your skin and finally it slips into your blood stream making you jolt in pain and cry out.
Avengers tower (Present) Bucky's room Bucky's Pov His eyes snap open quickly and they dart around, checking for any signs of danger or anyone one at all, nothing it's all silent except for his racing heart and his own breathing, his brows are furrowed as he recalls the nightmare, that day, the day when Karpor made him bring that serum to Zola, that day where your life would change for ever and not for the good, a wave of guilt floods through Bucky as he thinks about that day, how he just watched, and stood there as that evil son of a bitch gave you that serum with no remorse as he hurt and changed you drastically. Bucky knew he had to find you, hell he knew you were lost and confused like he was and like he had steve, you'll have him.
Let me know what you think, i will definitely be making different parts to this story, i'm pausing my other story to work on this one since i had this longer and like this better. Part two is being worked on so stay tuned.
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Cruel World 1/? (Brainwashed HYDRA!Reader x Steve Rogers)
summary: A war between SHIELD and HYDRA rages on in the shadows of the world. You live for the kill as a Black Widow until you discover Steve Rogers, the weapon for the opposing side who makes you question the side you’ve been fighting for. (inspired by Underworld, just go with the lore on this fit pls)
warnings: smut later, cussing, canon typical violence
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The war between SHIELD and HYDRA had ended when SHIELD’S prize was defeated by Johann Schmidt, the leader of the faction at the time. The prize was killed in a blaze of fire and ice, hope was lost for SHIELD, causing them to scatter into hiding.
Now, HYDRA puppets the world’s leaders, in charge behind closed doors, everyone in their pockets. The superior faction. Made up of Assets and Widows.
7 Decades have passed since the day SHIELD’s beloved prize was defeated and yet pockets of SHIELD would stubbornly attempt to put up a fight against HYDRA. Weapons have evolved since then, as did technology. However, our purpose remains.
Hunt them down and kill them off. A once tireless crusade, now approaching its end as SHIELD nears extinction. A pity for those like me, a Black Widow, who lived for the hunt.
“Sestra, I have eyes on the entrance,” Oksana announces through the radio. “One guard.”
“One guard? Sloppy,” Yelena remarks.
“Terpeniye,” I order. Patience. “I’m going in. Watch my six.” I jump down from my perch on a tree, my legs feeling the jolt of my landing. Our suits are white to blend into the snowy environment.
“Show off.” I know Yelena is rolling her eyes.
“You’re just jealous,” I tease. I always was stronger, faster and more agile than other Widows. Perhaps that’s why Dreykov favours me.
“We got the same training, suka.”
I smirk and pull out a knife from my sleeve. I approach from the side of the entrance and slit the throat of the guard. I use his keycard to unlock the doors.
“Clear,” I announce into my radio. In no time Oksana and Yelena are at my side. Our orders are simple; kill all SHIELD agents and report any new intel.
The facility is surprisingly large for a faction that has been driven to near extinction but I assume it’s an older facility back from when they had larger numbers…
There are floor plans on the wall next to the elevator. This place isn’t heavily guarded at all. “Yelena, take the ground floor, Oksana clear subfloor one then meet me by the north staircase of subfloor two and we rendezvous by the helipad. Clear?”
“Crystal,” they reply.
We split up, following the orders I gave. There were no guards manning the staircases and besides the entrance, no other doors I approach require a keycard.
I enter a room that looks like an office space. I frown, SHIELD isn’t supposed to be this organised. There are files and maps of supposed HYDRA bases… some wrong assumptions while others were a little two close for comfort. I take pictures of the room and some files they have for intel. One file is particularly thick, stamped with a red Classified and is filled with the name Dr Erskine.
“Hey! Identify yourself!” I hear a yell and look up to see a SHIELD agent in full tac gear and a gun. I throw a widow’s bite at him which stuns him for a few seconds then slide towards him, wrapping my whip around his neck, using it as a garrote. With the snap of his neck I let go and pull him into the room, shutting the door to continue with my mission.
The last room I get to requires a keypad but there’s no time to guess a million combinations so I stab my knife into the side to expose the wiring.
“You are not clear yet?” Oksana teases. I roll my eyes.
“Shut up, I’m working.” I use my knife to strip the rubber casing of the thickest wire and short circuit it with one of my widow’s bites. The door opens to reveal a laboratory. We walk in, on guard. Suspiciously, the lab is empty save for a puddle of water on a gurney and a heart and vitals monitor in the centre.
“What was going on here?” Oksana wonders as she surveils the lab. I find more files, one with wet marks, indicating someone had flipped through the pages with wet hands recently.
Subject woken. Vitals normal. Natural suspended animation.
A photo of a man, a handsome one at that, is stapled to the report. Blonde hair, long lashes and chilled jawline. STEVEN GRANT ROGERS.
I frown.
I pull the photo from the staple and pocket it. I turn to Oksana and hear it before she does. Gunshots. I duck under the gurney and see a flash of black helmets and blonde hair rush toward another exit. I run to follow them, passing by Oksana’s lifeless body. Fuck.
“Yelena, Oksana is down, SHIELD agents headed down south.” I report while following them.
“Oksana?”
“Go through the lab at the end of the corridor and the back door!”
I see that two Agents seem to be protecting the blonde man. I frown and shoot at one of the uniformed agents. As I set eyes on who I assume is a civilian, he enters a submarine with the help of an agent before I shoot that one down too.
I feel Yelena arrive next to me and hear her fire off shots too.
“What the fuck happened?”
I shake my head. “We have to go back to headquarters.”
We run up the stairs to the line of trees where we left our snow mobiles and ride towards our rendezvous point; a helipad atop a now abandoned hospital.
I speak into our radio, “Tac team 12 requesting extraction, one Widow down, medical assistance not necessary, over.”
“Extraction order received, arrival in T minus 16 minutes. Out.” The other line briefly responds.
“What happened to Oksana?” Yelena asks again.
I shake my head. “Shield agents shot at us. I got both of them back but someone else was there. He got away.”
“A civilian?” Yelena raises a brow.
“I don’t think so.” I look through the classified files again. “An asset.”
“SHIELD has no assets.”
“We have to take it up with the council.”
“That means bringing it through Rumlow,” Yelena says.
I sigh. Rumlow. He’s, for lack of a better term, obsessed with me. And not in a good way. I don’t know who to trust. Johann Schmidt is the Hydra high command of the decade and he has claimed for 70 years that he had been the one to take down Steve Rogers. To take down SHIELD’s organisation. How could I possibly bring this conspiracy to the attention of my faction?
The sound of the chopper interrupts my thoughts.
“You could bring it to Melina?”
One of Dreykov’s older Widows and importantly, trusted.
The chopper lands and we enter. It takes us swiftly back to the Red Room.
To no one’s surprise, Rumlow is waiting for us. We walk right passed him.
“What happened? You lost a Widow?” A Widow hasn’t been lost to this war in 7 years. That’s how weak we believe SHIELD to be. Not anymore it seems. Having the prize back may just be the turning point they need to gain an advantage over us.
“Oksana was shot down by SHIELD agents,” Yelena answers.
“What?” Rumlow spits out. “How is that possible?”
“That’s what I’m going to find out,” I say, choosing to avoid telling him the whole story or whatever part of the story I have.
“Where are you going?”
I stop and turn to face him. “I’m going to Melina. We need better weapons if SHIELD is firing at us.”
“You’re not going back out on a hunt tonight.”
“That’s not for you to decide, is it? Your orders don’t extend to the Widows.”
“The succession is in two days, we need everyone of importance to be here, at the stronghold getting ready for the ceremony. Even this mission was a risk, clearly I should have trusted my gut because now a Widow is dead!” He’s lucky the Succession is for Pierce and not Dreykov who would go to the ends of the earth to avenge a fallen Widow. Coward. I almost say it out loud.
Rumlow scoffs at my silence and stops following me.
“Wow, you know how to rile him up,” Yelena comments.
“6 years of his obsession, I know how to handle it by now.”
“Yikes. I would have just killed him.”
I laugh but roll my eyes. “Did you find anything on your sweep?” I ask, realising I didn’t get a debrief from her.
“Just four agents but it didn’t look like they had any sort of planning, sure organisation because that was the most we’ve seen in such a big location but…” Yelena shrugs.
“No lab?”
“Nope.”
I nod. “How are you dealing with Oksana?”
“I’m fine,” she responds in the least convincing tone. “I’m going. There’s that gala tonight.”
“There’s a gala every night,” I scoff, not keeping up with the social calendar. I continue to make my way to Melina’s lab.
“Come in,” she says before I can knock, though the glass doors make it pointless. “What do I owe the pleasure, detka?”
“We have a problem.” I pull out the photo from my pocket.
Melina frowns. “What am I looking at? The newest supermodel? He’s a bit too muscular for fashion, isn’t he?”
“This is serious, Melina.”
“Elaborate, detka.”
“I found files on him at the SHIELD facility we were sent to. I think it’s the prize.”
Melina cackles. “That means nothing. The SHIELD faction were fanatics about their Captain America,” she says in a mocking tone. “Star spangled banner propaganda bullshit. Look at them now, rats just trying to survive a burning ship. What has their Captain America done for them?”
“Could it be possible that he is still be alive? Maybe-Maybe Schmidt missed something.”
“Izmena,” she scolds. Treason.
“I saw them protecting someone. The agents I killed. He got away.”
“The succession is days away. You can wait that long.”
No. Right now, who ever that blonde man is, he’s disoriented and that means careless. He must be the one in the picture, why else would they have his file in a lab if not to do research?
“You cannot confront the council with this. It is a death sentence to question Schmidt, even for you.”
“Dreykov would believe me.” I take the photo and go to my room. I wash off the grime and dirt from my hair and stand under the shower for a while, thinking. Where would this prize go? If I was believed to be dead all these years… home would be my first stop. I get chills just thinking about it. Home. The warmth I used to feel as my parents came home from work, surprising us with food or toys. My sister…
I turn the shower valve and dry off. I opt for a casual black leather suit, not the attire for the gala Rumlow will no doubt be hounding me about. All we know about SHIELD’s prize is that he was from New York.
I leave discretely as the decadence of the gala distracts everyone else. I make my way up to the hanger and get into a quinjet. They won’t miss one…
I’ve flown a jet before, just never alone and outside of a mission. It feels forbidden. I turn off tracking and communications before anyone can sense my disappearance. I land the jet in a clearing outside the city of New York and activate cloaking.
I walk into a library and find the American history section, also known as works of fiction with the lies they spread and infect their people with…
World War II. Captain America.
The text reads.
Captain Steven Grant Rogers grew up in Brooklyn, suffering from numerous health problems for which he was denied from enlisting five times before he was recruited by Dr Abraham Erskine’s Project Rebirth as the only person in the world to receive the Super Soldier Serum.
What made him so special? I think as I flip the pages, looking for a clue.
In 1943, Rogers single-handedly liberated 150 captured troops from a Nazi base in Austria.
A raid on a Nazi transport train led to the capture of Nazi scientist Arnim Zola and the unfortunate death of Howling Commando and best friend of Steve Rogers, James Barnes.
There is a passage on James Barnes and his relationship with the prize along with a photo of the two, dated at 1935. They were outside of a brownstone.
“Fan of Captain America?” a young boy asks.
I smile, “pretty awesome hero, huh?”
“My favourite.”
My smile turns into a smirk. A child. Easy to manipulate. “What do you know about his past? Y’know, before the serum and stuff?”
“Well, he was the best guy ever like the only reason he was picked to have the serum was coz he was such a good guy!” I smile and nod along. “His old apartment, in Brooklyn where that photo was taken was turned into a museum! Like that Anne Frank house in Amsterdam.”
“Oh really? Do ya mind telling me the address? I’d love to visit it.”
“Sure!” Did I mention kids were easy to manipulate?
I took a cab to the address and sure enough the apartment was there with a sign going on about America’s glorified hero. I refrain from rolling my eyes. It wasn’t busy, a passerby would pay it no mind if they were just going about their day. I walk up into the apartment. It isn’t anything too special, two bedrooms, a kitchenette, a couch and bookcase as the living room. There are plaques with fun facts about the items. I walk into the second bedroom, smaller than the first. This must’ve been his. There are comic books and photographs on the desk. The plaques explaining who were in the photos and that the comic books are replicas of what he would have entertained himself with because he was too sick to go outside and play with the neighbours. What a sad life. I think back to the space I had in my family home. A mansion, really. The outdoor playground my parents built for us.
An album of the Captain’s drawings is on the bedside table. I flip through it and there are portraits of everything, skyscrapers, people, a park with a bridge in it. Brooklyn Bridge. Next stop.
I spot him immediately. He seems to have acquired some new clothes as the Captain sports a brown worn leather jacket, a tight black shirt and loose fit jeans and boots. He’s sitting on the bench overlooking the bridge and park from the exact angle the sketch seemed to be from.
“You were at that base in Russia,” he says as I sit beside him.
“You weren’t supposed to be there.”
“You killed those agents.”
“They were my orders,” I state.
“Are you here to kill me?” he asks calmly.
“I’m not. I need you to come with me.”
“Oh now you’re asking nicely?”
“You don’t know this new world, I do.”
“I’m supposed to trust you?” he raises a brow.
“Do you see anyone else trying to help you, Captain?”
He chuckles. He’s too… confident. It makes me uneasy and I don’t get uneasy.
“Fine. But you should know, if it comes to a fight… you’ll lose.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “A threat? Hardly golden boy material. Is this what the American dream entails?”
“There’s something I wanna grab from my apartment first.”
I look at him sharply.
“Just a couple photographs. Memories. I didn’t get a chance to stop by yet. It was full of people.”
“If you try anything…”
He doesn’t. He’s an honest enough man, I think as I watch him look through the photographs on his desk. What must it be like to visit his home after being away for so long? Having strangers pick through and dissect every little thing they find… Something comes into my peripheral vision and I duck as the bullet hits the wall behind me. That’s why you don’t stand in front of open doorways, tupitsa. I throw a widow’s bite at the assailant’s neck and then go down. Another charges towards me but I kick the desk chair towards him and as he topples over I knee him in the face.
“We have to go.” I grab his hand and lead him through the stairs but there are agents waiting for us. I jump up on the railing and kick one agent in the face then jump down to the flight below wrap my legs around another agent’s throat until they passed out. I look up to see the Captain fighting off another two agents. We make our way down, removing anyone from our paths. But as we do this I can’t help but wonder how SHIELD has enough troops for an attack like this?
We get to the alley but there are still agents of SHIELD in our way. One takes out a knife and attempts to slash at the Captain. I throw a widow’s bite at him.
I don’t feel it until the Captain reacts, picking up a trash can lid and throwing it at the shooter. I look down and see my suit darken with the wetness of blood. Fuck.
“Come on!” the Captain puts his arms around me as I press down on the shot to my side, the bullet went straight through. “Keep pressure on it.”
He walks me toward a black car, SHIELD’s. Putting me into the passenger’s seat he rushed to the driver’s side and hit wires the car to start.
“Where did Captain America learn to steal a car?”
“Shut up, we’ve got to take you to the hospital!”
“No. No hospitals. I don’t need-“
“Don’t need?! You’ve been shot!” he shouts frantically.
“I’ll be fine, just t-take me to the safe house.”
“Listen ma’am, you need medical att-“
I take out my hand gun and point it right at him. “Safe. House.”
I give him the address and he reluctantly agrees.
I’ve never actually been shot before… stabbed? Yes. An arrow? Yes. Throwing stars? Definitely.
But never a bullet. I guess I’m usually better at dodging them. Or I usually don’t go out of my way to look out for someone other than myself during battle.
“Captain?”
“Yes?” he answers quickly. Worriedly.
“Never call me ma’am again.”
His chuckling is the last thing I hear as I pass out.
***
Embarrassment is what I would feel if I was conscious enough to. Passing out? The other Widows would never let me hear the end of it.
“You’re awake,” the Captain says and I hear a smile behind his words. “We’re at your safe house… doesn’t look that safe to me.”
“It’s not exactly a safe house. It’s an old interrogation and research facility.”
He frowns. “How’s your wound? I cleaned and dressed it.” I notice that he changes the subject.
“How long has it been?”
“About 14 hours.”
“And you didn’t run out on me?” I ask, in shock.
“How could I when you’re hurt?” he asks back sincerely. This man. He’s supposed to be the enemy.
I straighten myself up and he rushes to my side.
“You’re not supposed to be moving.”
“I feel fine, trust me.”
“You said that then you passed out,” he scolds.
I roll my eyes. “Actually I told you not to call me ma’am before I passed out.” I sit up and he puts a hand on my back which sends a jolt through my spine. I ignore it and lift up my shirt to look at the bandage. “I don’t… I don’t feel anything,” I say slowly, trying to make sense of things.
“What do you mean?”
“When I got shot I was in pain but now it’s like…” I slowly unwrapped the bandage.
“That’s- that’s impossible, I saw it myself, I cleaned and wrapped it up myself. You had a hole in you. Straight through.”
“I don’t understand. I’ve never- I mean I heal fast but not like this.”
“So that’s not the reason you wanted to come here instead of a hospital?” I shake my head. “Have you ever been shot before? Major traumatic injuries?”
“No, I mean I’ve been stabbed and had an arrow hit me before but that still took a couple days.”
His brows furrow. “Now your healing… is like mine.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I unravel the rest of the bandage from me and put it in the sink, lighting it on fire to get rid of any trace. “No one can know of this, okay?”
“So you’re just gonna deny that you’ve got the serum too?” he challenges.
“Captain, you don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never had the serum and I’m not some jacked up, glorified super soldier, understand?”
“Fine,” he relents. “And my name’s Steve by the way.”
I scoff. “Don’t get too familiar.”
He gives me a pointed look and I give him my name.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You’re too polite, you know that?”
Steve chuckles. “So, what are you planning on doing with me?”
I sigh. “I have to take you back… The people who had you, SHIELD… they want you for your abilities. My people, they can keep you safe.”
“And who are your people?” he challenges. It seems he doesn’t even know what SHIELD is, I realise. Odd because our history states that he was SHIELD’s weapon.
“I’m from the Red Room. We call ourselves Black Widows... We’re tasked with taking SHIELD down. Every last one of them.” I say with such malice I can tell he’s taken aback.
“Why do you hate them?”
“It’s a war, Steve. You would know about those, wouldn’t you?”
“I’ve had my fair share… But you’re avoiding my question. The way you said that… it was more than just a soldier following orders.”
I take him in. His face, his posture. His eyes. The most sincere eyes I’ve ever looked into. Eyes that make you feel safe because they’re on you. I see his jaw clench.
“Fine,” he goes to turn away.
“I had a nightmare that night.” He slowly turns back once I find my voice. “I went to go into my parents’ bedroom but they weren’t there. The bed was unmade, as if they’d gotten out in a hurry. I went to find my sister, she was older so she got the bigger room down stairs. I remember the thunder, it was so cold. The door was wide open, there was paper everywhere. Then I noticed all the blood.”
Steve whispers my name.
“I felt someone wrap their arms around me. At first I thought it was my father. But it was too late for that. The war had spilled into our home, they wanted something my father had but they couldn’t take it. So SHIELD decided that no one could have it. He killed the agents that they had been tracking and saved me.”
“Who did?”
“Dreykov. He founded the Black Widow program. That night, he made me what I am now. He gave me the strength to hunt down SHIELD and avenge my family.”
“He didn’t give you a serum?”
I shake my head. “He trained me. Taught me everything I know. Combat training, tactical knowledge. As he did all Widows.”
“But he treated you differently?” Smart.
I nod. “Like a daughter.”
I can tell he has more questions but he lets the silence hang as I shared the deepest part of myself with him. Essentially a stranger. No other Widows know my story. Most of them didn’t come from such tragedy. Many were given up by families without the means to raise them, others simply abandoned. They don’t know the love that they’ve missed out on. The Red Room is the only home they know.
“I um, I went out to get some food for us while you were passed out.” He’s really good at changing the subject, whether it’s for my comfort or his.
I smile softly. “What did you get?”
“Fruits - strawberries, apples. Stuff to make sandwiches from. I actually-“ he opens up the fridge. “I actually made you one already.”
I raise my brows in surprise. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow. You should be grateful.” He pulls out a ham, lettuce and tomato sandwich.
“Oh, believe me I am.”
I sit at the counter and start to eat. I didn’t realise how hungry I was until now.
“Iced tea,” he rolls the bottle towards me. “Tried it. Tastes amazing. Think everything tastes good now… we used to boil everything.”
I scrunch my nose and he laughs.
For a moment it feels like there’s no mission, no responsibilities, no problems. Just this. Having lunch at 4am with a handsome, charming man.
“I saw the photos… read your history books. You had a best friend?”
Steve nods. “Bucky. He was all I had. He was my brother. We grew up together, both really hated bullies so we got along. I never had anyone believe in me like he did. He’s saved my life more times that he knows.” He looks solemnly at his hands which are restless. “We were on a mission on the alps and he saved me at the cost of his own life.”
“There’s nothing you could have done for him. You should know that.” I know the look on his face; the look of guilt and regret. The thoughts of I should’ve done more.
He nods though I know it’s still on his mind.
“You’d think after 70 years I’d be over it.”
“Well, it was only a couple of days for you. Technically.”
He smirks in amusement. “Technically.”
“Steve. We should get going…”
“Yeah, gotta follow through your mission, don’t ya?”
We leave the safe house and get into the car Steve stole.
“I have a quinjet in a clearing outside of New York. We can take it and get back to the Red Room.”
I start the engine and I can see the gears turning behind his eyes.
“Who started the war?”
“It’s a war for power so SHIELD did. They take everything. So we stop them. That’s all we know. Digging into the past is forbidden.”
“What will you do when we get to the Red Room?”
“I don’t trust the current powers in charge… Dreykov will know what to do.”
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part 2
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Apologies [Bucky Barnes x Reader]
"James, seriously! We're gonna get married and you can't stop getting in harm's way, you said the Winter Sol- White Wolf thing was in your past. I'm not saying you can't do anything, save the day, go chase after who you want, but please just think about how much danger you're putting yourself in and the repercussions. The government are already monitoring you closely. I don't want them to hurt you, like that flag-smasher chick or Zemo- what if they'd decided you're next?" I rambled anxiously.
"Zemo doesn't like super soldiers Buck, I don't trust him and even though you did everything right, doesn't mean he won't decide to target you, or us. I'm much more concerned about you".
"(Printcessa) принцесса, I love you but I can't do this... I need to keep going, the nightmares only lessen when I do it. I promise I won't get into stuff that doesn't involve me but I need to work through my book, I have my demons and you have yours" he said glaringly, taking a tone of frustration and concern, before letting the signature frown plaster his features.
"I can't do this either Bucky, maybe we should have a break" I sniffled.
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I was out driving and I couldn't stop thinking about it, Bucky and I had an argument and this time it was bad.
Leaving was the only thing I could think of doing after we had the conversation, I cared about him more than anyone knew, even Bucky.
He had gotten back after everything happened with Zemo and I had no idea what was happening, he did everything by the books, despite charging into the situation most times with impulse taking over.
I loved him but I was so unsure about this, that's why we argued, Sharon was the Power Broker and had sustained injuries and it was so close to being him.
Plus I didn't like Sharon hanging around Bucky, I knew she didn't have any intentions but she killed someone without hesitation and James really didn't like that, either did Sam.
He would be steadfast and run into situations and come back to me and I'd have to deal with the injuries, the repercussions and damage, time after time and it never stopped, it was getting exponentially worse and that's why I cared, I cared because I loved him and he didn't seem to get it... Or more like he did but was being too stubborn to realise.
Even Sam was telling him to be careful to no avail, he wasn't always this brash, when Steve passed, he didn't know what to do anymore, he was lost and therefore I too, was lost- I hated seeing Bucky this way and nothing was helping, I've been happily dealing with it but I couldn't see him hurting or getting hurt without any consideration, anymore.
I drove around for a bit aimlessly, before I decided that it had been long enough and I wasn't trying to torture him, so I headed back home, the place we owned together.
"Y/n?" He said shocked, but had a smile on his face.
"Yeah I know I've fucked up, y/n, let's talk about it inside" he said apologetically.
I followed him through the front door and into the lounge room.
"I just don't know how you can keep doing it Bucky, you know how much I love and care for you, I know it's part of you and who you are but we're an us now and I need you around... Especially if we're going to have a family" I sniffled, trying not to let tears escape my eyes.
"Y/n I know, I know baby" he said sweetly, placing his metal hand on my back and rubbing it affectionately.
"We've always gotta be prepared, I'm trying to minimise threats to us, I'm going to be more careful I promise. Everything will be okay" he sympathised.
"Okay Buck I trust you, I just get scared" I sighed as he pulled me into a big hug.
He placed a kiss on my cheek, before he took my hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.
"I love you" he smiled gently.
"I love you too, actually i love you more" I chuckled, poking my tongue out.
"Never doll, you know that I would never let anything happen to you, and when we decide to have a family, I'm going to be more responsible because having little mini versions of you and I would be a dream " he chuckled, caressing my face gently and putting his face close to mine so he could stare straight into my eyes.
"Bucky" I smiled happily, letting out an exhale, feeling the pressure of the situation dissipate.
"Mm?" He hummed.
"I love you so much, thank you for making me feel better" I replied as he kissed my hand lovingly.
"I'll always love you and I'll always try to do better for us, never forget that y/n, you're my first priority, not Zemo or anyone else, they'll never get between us, I pinky promise" he said soothingly.
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Story idea!
@jamneuromain are working on a little story (it was mostly her amazing idea that we continued to vent about till it became a wip) but we need a title for it! We have come up with some ideas. And it’s up to you which will be the final title!
All you need to know about the story: enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, injuries and amnesia!
Okay, okay, here’s also the real summary:
This is not how you envisioned your day: Waking up at a hospital with a head injury, surrounded by strange people, and of course, you are desperate to go home.
Wait, where is your home? And more importantly, who are you??
Luckily, you have a dutiful (and handsome) fiance who expresses his regret and worry that you fell. On your head. Thus, all your memories are gone.
Amnesia is a bad thing, isn't it?
Too bad you didn’t remember you never had a fiancé.
Now to the titles
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The brave little ghost
Chapter 7
Bucky x reader
Warnings - swearing, themes around SA
(( I’ve sadly been busy the last couple days with a wedding and work. This chapter does involve some themes of SA, although there is no graphic details. But those who know, know. Again any likes on this post are really appreciated ))
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“ Ready to comply Phantom?” Sir asked.
“Yes Sir” you replied back, emotionless. You were stood on what seemed to be the bow of a mega yacht, dressed in an almost see through summer dress blowing gently in the breeze.
“Good, I have some clientele that we need your persuasion for” he grinned, like that cat that got the cream.
He held out his arm for you to link yours through, and as you did you turned to walk toward the main salon. Winter met you both as he kept watch outside the door. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, he knew what was coming. You didn’t. You had been wiped with no memories of the times before.
…..
“No! Don’t fucking touch me!” Your voiced screamed, but you were dreaming and these were memories.
You woke as a hand touched your shoulder, without thinking your muscle memory took over. You now realised as you flipped the man over and retrieved your knife from under your pillow that it was Steve.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Another primal scream coming from your throat before your brain caught up with what your eyes could see.
“It’s just me, I’m not going to hurt you.” He was almost playing dead, like you were a bear ready to defend herself. “It’s Steve.”
Your hair stuck to your skin, your breath deep and fast. The fight response kicked in hard while you were dreaming.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I…I” your voice trailed off, caught in your throat unlike the tears you tried to stop rolling down your cheek.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here” Steve had caught your bad dreams a few times now. He didn’t know what you went through, but he had told you about his best friend, Bucky. He was captured by HYDRA during the war and that for the short time before he died he struggled with some nightmares from his time there.
You rolled over to the side of the bed while you sobbed. Steve just held you, letting you get out your emotions that so often you didn’t show anyone. Normally after your nightmares it allowed other memories in, like the ones that you and Steve were like brother and sister. Or the time you and Natasha drank 4 bottles of red wine in the kitchen.
……
When you woke Steve was already gone, that was the normal pattern. You’d have nightmares, Steve would comfort you back to sleep and then would disappear off. As far as you could tell no one else knew about your dreams and no one knew Steve was helping you through them.
You rise from your bed, walking out the door of your bedroom into your own personal living room and through to your bathroom. Warm showers still uncomfortable for you, reminding you of times when your only use was for those of clients. The cold showers reminded you of when your only use was for death of missions. You picked a cold shower this morning, not wanting to be reminded of last nights dream.
You stepped into the shower, shivering immediately from the icy cold water pricking your skin. You grabbed the soap and a wash cloth and began scrubbing your skin. You didn’t know how long you had been going at it, your skin now very red and in some very small places the top layer of skin coming off. You still didn’t feel clean. Tears escaped your eyes yet again.
You didn’t know if you’d ever feel clean again, neither from the hands of others or the blood you spilled from others yourself.
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Home
Summary: Getting settled at the compound starts with some uncomfortable conversations. And Bucky gives you the grand tour.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Talks of nightmares, past trauma, talks of PTSD, talks of brainwashing and abuse, talks of death, flirting, fluff, smut but not graphic atm.
A/N: Enjoy and it leave a comment!
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*Everyone is getting off the jet, getting their stuff inside and looking absolutely exhausted. Wanda walks over to you*
Wanda- So I feel I should let you know that I can kinda read minds. *She looks at you for a moment and you realize what she’s saying* If you ever need to talk, I'm here. *Wanda gives you a hug and walks inside. You look around the yard for Bucky, he walked off the jet after Steve and you haven’t seen him since. You walk off the jet ramp and you see him talking to Nat and Steve. Peter is standing there as well just listening. As you walk closer you can hear what they are saying*
Nat- She told me a couple months back that she was fine. *Steve gives her a look*
Steve- I was flying the jet and I could hear her- look, she's obviously not fine. Buck why didn't you wake her or something? Ya know, snap her out of it. *Bucky stares at Steve like he just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.*
Bucky- Because she is a highly skilled Super Soldier Assassin who could have killed all of us without breaking a sweat if I had woken her up while she was still in her dream- You've had the PTSD Dreams, Steve. You know it's not that simple. *Steve sighs and nods.*
Steve- I'm sorry Buck... I'm just worried is all *You take that moment and you into their conversation*
Y/N- I don't mean to interrupt *They all jump like they weren’t just talking about you.* but I feel I should let you know that was the first time I've had that dream in 5 years. *Peter interrupts*
Peter- Weren't you snapped 5 years ago? *You look at Peter and just shake your head.*
Y/N-....No... Look it was a combination of Bucky showing up out of the blue, Hydra trying to kill me, the Avengers showing up, and having to fly in a jet while conscious for the first time since- well- *You sigh and speak quickly* my express ticket to the ground. *Bucky mutters under his breath and look at you and Peter covers his mouth, appreciating your dark humor.* It was kind of a stressful day but I promise *You take Bucky’s hand* I'm fine. *You look at Nat and Steve, reassuring them both.* There is no need to worry. Now can we eat because I'm starving. *Bucky nods and turns you to direct you to the compound. Bucky nudges you and look up at him.*
Bucky- Express ticket to the ground... really?!? *You laugh and Blush as you explain.*
Y/N- look if I don't joke about it sometimes I'll just cry. *Bucky laughs and wraps his arm around you and you as you both walk inside. Before you get inside Bucky leans down and whispers, his lips brushing your ear.*
Bucky- How hungry are you really? Because we have a lot of catching up to do. *Bucky pulls back and winks. Your heart skips a beat at his suggestion*
Y/N- okay, I agree. *You take a breath as Bucky’s hand strokes up and down your back.* But I feel like there are other things we need to talk about before we get to that. *Bucky laughs and agrees.*
Bucky- okay, let's go eat and then we can talk. Yeah? *You nod and Bucky kisses your head as you walk inside.*
*While you are eating a quick dinner and getting to know everyone. A man in a wheelchair comes rolling through the door. You gasp and try to hide your shock when You realize it's Tony Stark. You think to yourself I thought he died Wanda leans over and whispers.*
Wanda- That's what we told the world. He and his family live here and the cabin. They move between the 2 to keep people from catching on. He now stays behind and directs all of our missions from here. *You are confused as to how she knew what you were thinking, you remember her comment from earlier. She read your thoughts.*
Y/N- oh. *You nod and look at Tony and then back at Wanda as you whisper.* but how did he survive?
Tony- Wakanda! They are pretty amazing. Kept the old ticker ticking and with time I'll fully recover. *He stops at the table* Now I'm able to watch my daughter grow up. And your name is? *you say your full name* See, thats funny because that's not the name I found in this file. *He holds up a thick file, the Hydra emblem on it tells you everything you need to know.* Tell me who is Odette? *Bucky tenses up, Stand and Nat look at you and you keep a straight face, not letting Tony know what that name does to you.*
Bucky- Tony, watch it. *Bucky warns. Tony holds his hand up*
Tony- Excuse me Manchurian Candidate I don't believe I was addressing you. *Bucky shakes his head and sighs. You rub his arm as you answer.*
Y/N- It's okay Buck. Why do you want to know about Odette? *You ask Tony*
Tony- Oh, I just want to know if your friend will be making any surprise visits because I've had my personal share of crazy and I'm not looking to add to it. *He says in normal Tony fashion. You assure him*
Y/N- No, she won't. *Peter whispers to Sam*
Peter- Who is Odette and should I be worried too? *Sam rolls his eyes*
Sam- Do you even look at the Mission Briefs we give you or do you just put them directly into the trash? *Peter just stares at Sam and Sam stares back in disbelief and annoyance. Bucky turns to everyone to explain.*
Bucky- Odette is Y/N's equivalent to my Winter Soldier. It's the name she used on assignments and what they called her when she was brainwashed. *Everyone one nods*
Thor- interesting choice *Thor comments*
Y/N- It's the name of the good swan in the Ballet Swan Lake... I just wanted something about my life to be good so I chose Odette. *Bucky looks at you and gives a little smile as he laughs to himself.* But I haven't been her *You look at everyone* or used that name in over 10 years. *you look at Tony* so are we good? *You ask. Tony thinks for a minute and then nods*
Tony- Yeah Tchaikovsky, we're good. *Tony pats you on the arm and rolls past you. You look at Bucky and Bucky laughs as he shrugs*
Bucky- he's got a thing about nicknames. That ones gonna follow you. *You follow Tony out of the room and Bucky can hear you yelling after Tony.*
Y/N- Tony we gotta talk about that nickname.
Tony- Sorry I can't hear you over my music *he starts blaring AC/DC. Bucky lightly laughs and waves to everyone as he quickly leaves the room to find you and Tony. Peter, Sam, Thor, Wanda, Steve, and Nat are left in the kitchen. Peter looks around and then asks*
Peter- what/who is Tchaikovsky? *Nat looks at Peter like she is offended. Steve looks at Nat and then explains when Nat doesn’t.*
Steve- He is a Russian composer. He wrote Swan Lake, the ballet y/n got her assassin name from.
Peter- oh, gotcha! *Peter nods* I love that movie, that's the one with Natalie Portman right? *Nat gets up and leaves the table and she grumbles under her breath*
Nat- He is a kid Nat, you can't kill a kid. *She yells* I'm taking a walk. *Peter looks around.*
Peter- Was it something I said?
*Bucky finds you and Tony right as your conversation is ending. He stands back and listens for a moment.*
Y/N- you understand where I'm coming from? *Tony nods*
Tony- yes I do. No hard feeling, chai! *Tony rolls away and you look at Bucky*
Y/N- Well, that's as good as it's gonna get I guess. *Bucky laughs and takes your hand.*
Bucky- follow me *He smirks and pulls you along.*
*Bucky shows you around the compound, showing you the gym, conference rooms, the weapon storage, he shows you where the bedrooms are.*
Bucky- Here is the last stop on the tour. *Bucky leans against the wall and crosses his arms.*
Y/N- what is it? *You smile as you ask, already knowing where this is going.*
Bucky- My room *he winks at you and opens the door. You walk through the door and Bucky follows. You start to remind Bucky that you just want to talk right now but he surprises you again.*
Bucky- So, let’s talk. *He sits on the edge of his bed and leans back a little, his palms flat on the bed behind him. You smile at Bucky as you are reminded of how considerate he always was*
Y/N- Well, about earlier, before we were blown up and everything, You asked me about that day on the Plane and I said I'd regret what I did till the day I die. *Bucky nods and sits back up, resting his hands on his knees.*
Bucky- yeah, what about it? *He looks up at you as you move closer.*
Y/N- I want you to know I will never regret choosing you. Yes, that day was horrible and I regret some of the choices we made. Like running and not fighting and free falling out of the plane, but *you put your hands on his chest as you move and stand between his spread knees.* I will never regret saying yes and I know this seems fast but if you choose to ask me again one day I will say yes, again. You are my forever, Bucky Barnes. *Bucky stands up and pulls you into his arms so there is no space between you two. He brushes his thumb over your cheek as he stares into your eyes.*
Bucky- I will love you till my dying breath *He caresses your face and gently pulls you in for a kiss. You melt into his embrace as things are starting to heat up. Suddenly someone is knocking on the door and it starts to open.*
Y/N- you didn't lock the door? *You ask.*
Bucky- No! *Bucky exclaims in a hushed whisper.*
Y/N- why not? *You ask, slightly irritated that this moment was ruined. Bucky rolls his eyes.*
Bucky- I was trying to be respectful. *He points out. Sam, Steve, and Peter walk in right as you two separate*
Steve- Hey Buck- oh sorry! *Steve lightly laughs. You blush and give Steve a look.*
Sam- Y'all know this door locks right. *Sam jokes and Steve laughs.*
Bucky- yeah yeah, you could've waited for an answer before walking in. *Bucky says as he crosses his arms.*
Steve- by the looks of it we probably wouldn't have gotten one. *Steve and Sam smile. Bucky rolls his eyes and pulls you close, standing behind you a little and wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders as you lean back against him.*
Bucky- Okay was there a reason for the intrusion or?!
Sam- oh, well Steve and I were-
Peter- and me! *Sam looks at Peter and glares before he looks back at you and answers.*
Sam- Steve, Peter, and I were- *Steve finishes the sentence.*
Steve- We were going to offer to give Y/N a tour of the compound and let her pick her room-
Peter- but it looks like she's already had the grand tour. *Peter jokes*
Bucky- okay, really Peter? *Bucky is getting annoyed, even if they all mean well. You pat Bucky’s arm and move away from Bucky to handle this situation*
Y/N- that is so nice thank you! *You very innocently place you hand on Peter's shoulder but you know exactly what you are doing* And Peter I'm sure there are some pretty cool places around here that these old grumps don't know about. How about you make a list and you can show me tomorrow. *you smile at him and Peter beams.*
Peter- Yeah sure! *Peter runs off. Sam and Steve start laughing*
Y/N- and you two? *You start pushing them out of the room* You need to leave. *you push them out the door*
Sam/ Steve- hey, oh, what, why, can't we hang- *You see Steve smile a little and then wave as you shut and lock the door before they can finish what they were saying. You turn around and look at Bucky*
Y/N- where were we? *You smirk*
Bucky- I believe *he walks over and picks you up, takes you over to the bed and throws you down on it. You giggle, he jumps on the bed and lands right next to you. He settles on top of you.* We were right here. *You put your hands on his face and run your thumb over his lips and he kisses it*
Y/N- Bucky, I have been running away from so many things for so long... Hydra, the Red Room, you- I'm tired of running away. I'd rather be running towards someone. I thought you would have moved on by now- Thank you for never giving up on me.
Bucky- There was no way I was ever going to move on and I was never going to let anything happen to you. That's why I showed up today. I'm just glad you are okay. *He kisses you sweetly.*
Y/N- I'm really ready to give us a shot. *You whisper against his lips*
Bucky- Me too *He whispers back and then deepens the kiss. Bucky Kisses you with so much passion you can't contain your excitement and a moan escapes your lips. You say his name breathlessly.*
Y/N- Bucky *Moaning as your hands start to wonder. Within a mater of seconds there is nothing between your bodies. He starts kissing you all over and You're on fire with just the touch of his mouth and you can't take it anymore. You pull him in for a kiss. You breathe and move as one. He whispers in your ear.*
Bucky- say my name *He moans in your ear.*
Y/N- Bucky *You gasp and whimper. He kisses you again. It's just like you remembered, filled with passion but covered in gentleness and love. It was like you had never been apart and you know each other like the back of your hands*
Bucky-I love you so much, Y/N.
*You are laying on Bucky's chest, drawing patters along it and leaving kisses as you listen to his heat beat.*
Bucky- So much for just talking. *He jokes and you laugh as you kiss his chest.*
Y/N- I said all I needed to say. *You look up and meet his gaze. He reaches up and brushes his thumb over your lips. You give his thumb a kiss and then lay your head back down and you both drift off to sleep*
*When you wake up, Bucky is still asleep. You take this time to shower and get ready for the day. You go and sit down on Bucky's bed and look at him sleeping. He is so peaceful and he looks, happy. Really truly happy. You sit there for a few moments, running your fingers through his hair when You remember you were supposed to meet Peter. So you give Bucky a gentle kiss and go to leave. As you are getting up to head downstairs Bucky wakes up.*
Bucky- Good morning. *he gets up and walks over to you and give you a kiss* I'm sure they'll understand if the teacher doesn't show up today considering the school was blown up last night. *You remember what happen last night and you nod*
Y/N- oh yeah, I should probably give my two weeks. *You grimace and Bucky pulls you close*
Bucky- I think they have more to worry about than your letter of resignation. *You laugh and agree.*
Y/N- true! *Bucky kisses you and rubs your back.*
Bucky- So, you're going to stay? *Bucky asks, his eyes glowing with hope. You gently smile and nod.*
Y/N- I just got you back, why wouldn't I? *You ask and play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gaze up at him.*
Bucky- You said you made a family and a life there. You said you weren't going to fight because you didn't want to leave and involve them. *You nod and lean forward to kiss his chest before looking back up at him.*
Y/N- I was reminded last night that you are my home, Bucky. You are my family. *you run your hand through his hair again.* And someone's trying to hurt you, hurt us. So I'm gonna fight like hell. Like you said this is still my fight and now I intend to end it. *Bucky kisses you and you smile against his lips. As you pull back you go to leave the room, Bucky stops you again.*
Bucky- where are you going? *He asks, a little glint in his eyes. You smile*
Y/N- remember last night-
Bucky- oh I remember last night *he smiles and pulls you closer, you giggle and roll your eyes.*
Y/N- Not that! Well, yes but before that. I made plans with Peter. *Bucky nods*
Bucky- oh yeah, okay well go make friends and play nice. *You lean in close enough that your lips will touch if you speak*
Y/N- I always do *you give him a little peck and walk out of the room. Bucky walks back and falls backwards on the bed with the biggest smile on his face*
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Captain America: The Winter Soldier - 3
Summary: You find out the truth about Fury and, after he brings you up to speed, you make plans to take down Hydra for good.
Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x F!Reader, platonic!Nick Fury x F!Reader, platonic!Maria Hill x F!Reader
Warnings: Language. Pierce being a dick. Mentions of death. Mentions of fighting and fire arms. The Winter Soldier, he's a warning. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?
Word Count: 3.8K
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The ride is quiet until Steve, who was shocked into silence until this moment, says “It was him.”
You look at him on your right but his gaze is to the floor. “He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me.”
“How's that even possible?” Sam says from in front of Steve. “It was, like, seventy years ago.”
“Zola.” Steve answers without skipping a beat. “Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…” he trails off, looking up at Sam.
“None of that's your fault, Steve.” Natasha says and you turn your attention on her.
“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.” You're too busy looking at Natasha’s palling face to be sad for Steve.
“We need to get a doctor here.” You say, your eyes landing on the blood on her shoulder, which apparently Sam noticed too.
“We don't put pressure on that wound,” he says, turning to the agent next to him “she's gonna bleed out here in the truck.”
The guard pulls out an electric rod and looks like he's gonna use it on Sam but, suddenly, he pokes the other guard with it.
You're all so fucking confused until the guard takes out his helmet to reveal a groaning Maria Hill.
“That thing was squeezing my brain.” she looks at all of you while you let out a breath of relief, but she lands on Sam and then looks back at Steve, pointing at him. “Who’s this guy?”
“Long story” you say and, when she narrows her eyes at you, you roll your own. “I’m handcuffed too, I’m obviously on your side.” you say while raising your cuffed hands and raising an eyebrow.
She softens but relented only after receiving a nod from Steve, confirming what you're saying.
She helps you escape and soon you're entering a seemingly abandoned facility, Natasha leaning on you for balance.
A man you recognize as one of the doctors that were operating on Fury runs towards you and you frown.
What the hell’s going on?
“GSW. She’s lost at least a pint.” Hill says to the doctor.
“Maybe two.” Sam adds.
“Let me take her.” the doctor says, but Maria stops him.
“She’ll want to see him first.” she says while she leads the way, the doctor helping you carry Natasha.
Hill takes you to a room where you’re all shocked to find Fury lying in a bed, alive.
“About damn time.” he says and you almost cry after hearing his voice.
You all sit down and, as the doctor starts to work on Natasha’s wound next to you, you all listen intently as Fury explains what’s going on.
“Lacerated spinal column,” he ends by listing his injuries “cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache.”
“Don't forget your collapsed lung.” the doctor says from Nat’s other side.
“Oh, let's not forget that.” Fury says sarcastically “Otherwise, I'm good.”
“They cut you open,” Natasha says, you knew she took it hard after all. “your heart stopped.”
“Tetrodotoxin B.” He says like it was obvious. “Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it.”
“Why all the secrecy?” Steve voices what you're all thinking.
“Yeah.” you add, obviously hurt. “Why not just tell us?”
“Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful.” Hill answers for him.
“Can't kill you if you're already dead.” Fury seems amused with himself, then gets more serious. “Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust.”
You try not to take that too personally and, glancing at Natasha, you can tell when she meets your eyes that she's trying to do the same.
-
Fury gives you guys some time to process everything before you move to a room with a table to start strategizing on how to move forward.
“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize.” Fury says while looking at a picture of a young Pierce. “He said, Peace wasn't an achievement, it was a responsibility. See, it's stuff like this that gives me trust issues.” He finishes looking at you guys.
“We have to stop the launch.” Natasha says, ignoring Fury’s last remark.
“I don't think the Council's accepting my calls anymore.” He says while opening a case containing three chips.
“What's that?” you and Sam ask at the same time, glancing at each other.
“Once the Helicarriers reach three thousand feet,” Hill says, turning her computer around and showing you “they'll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized.”
“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury cuts in.
“One or two won't cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains operational” she hesitates for a moment “a whole lot of people are gonna die.”
“We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get past them, insert the server blades, and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what's left-” Fury gets cut off by Steve.
“We're not salvaging anything.” he says sharply. “We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We're taking down SHIELD.”
“SHIELD had nothing to do with it.” Fury says defensively.
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends.” Steve has his Captain voice on and you know there's no room for discussion. “SHIELD's been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.”
“Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed.” Nobody else says anything, just watching back and forth from Fury to Steve.
“And how many paid the price before you did?”
“Look, I didn't know about Barnes.” Fury says after a moment.
“Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that, too?” He's almost glaring now. “SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes.”
“He's right.” Hill simply says, nodding.
Fury looks at Natasha, but she simply stares back and he knows he’s not gonna have any help from her, so he turns to you.
“You’re okay with this, Agent?” he asks you and you don’t even have to think twice about it.
“We took an oath to protect people, Fury.” you tell him, holding his gaze. “If taking down Shield does that, and I believe it does, I’m game.” you shrug.
He then turns to the last person in the room.
“Don't look at me.” Sam says, also shrugging. “I do what he does, just slower.”
You grin at him while Fury scoffs a little.
“Well,” He starts, sitting back and sighting, looking at all of you before staring back at Steve. “It looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain.”
After you make our plan, Steve goes outside for some air. You and Sam watch him leave, then look at each other, a silent question hanging between you two.
“You go.” you tell him and he nods before following after the supersoldier.
When you turn around you’re met with Fury and Hill’s curious looks and Natasha’s smirking face.
“What?” you say annoyed, crossing your arms defensively in front of you.
“You and Wilson, huh.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Romanoff.” you tell her as you sit back down. “He’s a nice person, you know as well as I do how rare it is to find that in our line of work.” your gaze shifts to the table but you can still feel their gazes on you.
“You couldn’t have known, YN.” Fury says, seemingly reading your mind. Your eyes snap up to his, he's never called you by your first name.
“I should’ve, Nick.” you exchange the favor. “All the closed meetings, all the shady attitudes… I should’ve seen it. I’m trained to see it.” you're frustrated with yourself, with all the adrenaline out of your body now you’re left only with guilt.
Surely if you’d have seen it sooner you could’ve done something. Maybe the outcome would’ve been different.
“They tricked all of us.” Nat says, glancing at Fury and resting her hand on your shoulder.
“You’re a good agent,” Hill interjects, “don’t doubt yourself because of those traitors.”
“You’re right.” You nodded after a moment, putting your hand on top of Nat’s on your shoulder and looking back at Fury. “You’re all right.”
As you finish the details of the plan, only one thing is missing.
“How do we get the Director there?” Hill asks after Sam joins you, informing you that Steve went looking for a uniform, whatever that means, and would meet you there.
“Uh, I have an idea.” you says, leaning back in your chair and smirking.
They all suit up and leave after making sure your comms work.
“Be careful.” you hug Natasha before they leave “All of you.” you add looking over her shoulder at Hill that nods and Sam that grins and then winks at you.
You go back to the room where Fury is and he asks, “So where’s our ride?”
“On its way.” you simply say, checking your phone.
You can hear the others through the comms as they meet up with Steve, his own voice coming to your ear as he puts his own earpiece in.
“Where’s Y/N?” he questions the team.
“Awe, you miss me already, Cap?” you say and can hear the other’s laughter.
“You wish.” you can practically hear his eyes rolling.
“I do wish.” you answer, laughing. “I’m with Fury, don’t worry we’ll be there in time.”
You’re both suited up too when you hear loud noises coming from outside, Fury gives you a confused look but you just smile and wiggle your eyebrows playfully as you lead the way to the roof.
A helicopter lands and the pilot gets out and makes his way towards you, shaking your hand before heading downstairs where a car is waiting for him. You make your way to the pilot’s seat and Fury takes the co-pilot’s seat.
“Where did you even get this?” He questions you after putting on the headphones while you start the helicopter, ready for take off.
“You’re not the only one with connections, Director.” you answer, glancing at him with a smile and can hear him laugh next to you.
The whole time you can hear the team’s conversation, everything’s going according to plan thankfully, and nobody’s gotten hurt yet.
Just as you hear Natasha say “don’t worry, company’s coming” to who you assume is Pierce you land the helicopter on the landing pad.
You and Fury make your way inside and Pierce is nothing short of surprised at seeing Fury alive, much to your delight.
“Did you get my flowers?” he says sarcastically and, when Fury only glares at him, he turns his attention to you. “Agent.”
“Asshole.” you greet him with a smile.
“I'm glad you're here, Nick.” he turns his attention back to him.
“Really? Cause I thought you had me killed.”
“You know how the game works.” Pierce says, as calm as a sociopath.
“So why make me head of SHIELD?” Fury has to know.
“Cause you were the best and the most ruthless person I ever met.”
“I did what I did to protect people.”
“Our enemies are your enemies, Nick. Disorder, war. It's just a matter of time before a dirty bomb goes off in Moscow, or an EMP fries Chicago. Diplomacy? Holding action, a band-aid. And you know where I learned that?” He doesn’t give him time to answer, clearly enjoying his evil mastermind speech. “Bogota. You didn't ask, you just did what had to be done. I can bring order to the lives of seven billion people by sacrificing twenty million. It's the next step, Nick, if you have the courage to take it.”
“No,” Fury says, taking Pierce to the retinal scanner, guns on him from both Nat and you “I have the courage not to.”
“Retinal scanner active.” the computer says.
“You don't think we wiped your clearance from the system?” Pierce says smugly.
“I know you erased my password, probably deleted my retinal scan, but if you want to stay ahead of me, Mr. Secretary,” he takes off his eyepatch to reveal his scarred eye and you grimace. “you need to keep both eyes open.”
They both look into the retinal scanner, with Fury using his injured eye.
“Alpha Level confirmed.” The computer says “Encryption code accepted. Safeguards removed.”
You can hear Steve and Sam talking in your ear as you hold Pierce at gunpoint while Nat finishes uploading the files online.
Sam saying to Steve that he’s heavier than he looks makes you smile, Steve answering “I had a big breakfast” makes you almost snort because Sam made him that breakfast, but you stay professional.
You hear Sam apologizing to Steve after being grounded, his suit broken, and then Maria telling Sam that Rumow’s heading your way. Sam says he’s on it and then you hear Steve trying to plead with Bucky before he starts fighting him.
“Done.” Natasha finally says “And it's trending.”
Just then Pierce sets off the pins he gave the council members, causing it to burn a hole into them. You, Natasha and Fury point your guns at Pierce but he turns to Natasha.
“Unless you want a two inch hole in your sternum, I'd put that gun down.” Natasha doesn't back down though “That was armed the moment you pinned it on.”
You all reluctantly lower your weapons.
You can hear Sam saying “Man, shut the hell up” and frown, then you hear him fighting probably with Rumlow and you sincerely hope Sam lands some good punches.
“Lieutenant, how much longer?” Pierce asks into his radio.
“Sixty-five seconds to satellite link. Targeting grid engaged. Lowering weapons array now.” you hear the response.
You hear Hill counting down too. “Thirty seconds, Cap!”
you can hear Steve get out a strangled “Stand by.”
You hear him struggle, then he says “Charlie-” but gets interrupted by a gunshot and you hold your breath, already imagining the worst and barely hearing Pierce talking into his radio.
Just as they’re about to give the order to fire you hear Steve again saying “Charlie locked.” and you feel like all three of you let out a breath of relief at the same time. Although your relief is short lived as you hear Steve telling Maria to fire.
You all look outside as the Helicarriers start going down.
“What a waste.” Pierce says, disgusted at the sight in front of him.
“Are you still on the fence about Rogers' chances?” Nat says as smugly as she can with an active weapon pinned to her chest, but Pierce is having none of it.
“Time to go, Councilwoman.” he grabs her arm “This way, come on. You're gonna fly me out of here.”
“You know, there was a time I would have taken a bullet for you.” Fury tells him as they start to leave.
“You already did.” Pierce glances back at him “You will again when it's useful.” before he can even finish the sentence Natasha activates a small disc that emits an electric shock through her whole body and disables the pin, giving you a chance to kick the phone out of Pierce’s hand while it reboots.
Fury takes this time to pick up a gun and shoots twice at Pierce, then walks over to you as you kneel next to Natasha who’s unconscious on the floor.
“Romanoff!” he says “Natasha!”
“Tasha, come on!” you say desperately.
She slowly opens her eyes. “Ow.” she lets out, before looking up at you two. “Those really do sting.”
You let out a breathless laugh and help her up, glancing back at Pierce dying behind you, a quiet ‘Hail HYDRA’ coming out of his mouth.
You help Natasha into the helicopter, before taking the pilot’s seat again, Fury next to you.
“Please, tell me you got that chopper in the air!” you hear Sam say.
“Sam, where are you?” Natasha asks him as you try to look around for him.
“41st floor, north-west corner!” he sounds like he’s out of breath.
“We're on it, stay where you are.” You say, making your way to him.
“Not an option!” You can hear him pant like he’s running and as you look up you see him jumping out a window, so you tilt the helicopter just enough to allow him to slide in through the door sideways, and then you straighten just as fast, getting out of there just in time as the whole building comes down.
“41st floor! 41st!” Sam yells once he’s caught his breath.
“It's not like they put the floor numbers on the outside of the building!” You yell back at him while glancing behind you as he glares at you.
“Hill, where's Steve?” Natasha says in the comms “You got a location on Rogers?”
You fly around the wreckage, all of you trying to locate Steve although it feels almost impossible with all the damage left by the Helicarriers.
How can you find him? How could he even be alive after not only that fall, but all of the pieces still falling from the sky? He could’ve been knocked out, he could be at the bottom of the Pontomac, slowly drowning-
“There!” Sam interrupts your pessimistic thoughts as he yells and points at a figure along the shore of the river. “That’s him!”
You land as close as him as you can, running out with Sam beside you, Nat and Fury a little behind. As you get close you see that it is indeed Steve, kudos to Sam for his falcon eyes.
The more you get close the more you worry, he looks bloody and beaten. When you’re finally kneeling next to him, you’re praying that he’s alive.
Sam’s hand flies to his neck and you can tell he lets out a relieved sigh, before turning to you. “He’s got a pulse.” he says and you mirror his action.
You pick him up together and take him to the helicopter, placing him inside while Nat takes the pilot’s seat this time and goes straight to the hospital.
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With Steve being in the hospital and Fury being technically dead, the joy of being summoned at a committee hearing falls on you and Natasha. After being sworn in, the Committee General asks the first question.
“Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?” You and Natasha look at each other and she answers.
“We don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently.”
“Well, he could explain how this country's expected to maintain its national security now that he, and you, have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.”
“HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.” you interject.
“Many of which you both seem to have had a personal hand in telling.” you hate to admit it but he’s got you there.
“Agents, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record, both for this country” Scudder then looks directly at Nat “and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.” he says and it takes everything in you not to snap at him as you clench your jaw.
Natasha can see it in your face as you look at each other, so she goes ahead and talks first.
“You're not gonna put me in a prison.” her eyes are still on you “You're not gonna put any of us in a prison. You know why?” You know she's asking you to finish her sentence.
“Do enlighten us.”
“Because you need us.” you say without missing a beat, looking away from Natasha and directly into the man’s eyes. “Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we help make it that way. But we're also the ones best qualified to defend it.”
“So if you want to arrest us, arrest us.” Nat says after a pause.
“You'll know where to find us.” you finish.
You both get up and walk out, exchanging a small smile that's quickly hidden for the benefit of the cameras.
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A few hours later you and Natasha get to the cemetery just as Fury’s walking away, smirking at each other when you catch the end of his sentence.
“You should be honored, gentlemen.” you say as you get closer.
“That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you.” Natasha finishes for you.
“Not going with him?” Steve asks you as he meets you halfway.
“No.” you both say at the same time.
“Not staying here?” only Natasha answers this time.
“Nah. I blew all my covers,” she glances at you “I gotta go figure out a new one.”
“That might take a while.” he points out.
“I'm counting on it.” She smiles. “That thing you asked for, I called in a few favors from Kiev.” She hands Steve a file. “Will you do me a favor? Call that nurse.”
“She's not a nurse.”
“And you're not a SHIELD agent.” you say and he smiles.
“What was her name again?” he asks.
“Sharon.” Natasha says and you add. “She's nice.”
Natasha kisses Steve on the cheek, hugs you and when she turns to walk away, he looks at you.
“Your face looks better.” you notice. “Well, as good as it can look, considering...” you trail off vaguely motioning to his face with a fake disgusted look and he laughs.
“Yeah, the serum can only do so much.” you laugh too, but then you hear Natasha and you both turn to her.
“Be careful, Steve.” she tells to him “You might not want to pull on that thread.”
And with that, she’s gone.
“You’re not going with Nat?” he asks you as you turn back to him.
“I figured you might need a hand.” you nod to the file in his hand and Steve opens it as Sam walks up to you guys while you steal a glance yourself at the photo of Sergeant Barnes in it.
“You're going after him.” Sam says and it's not a question, it's a statement.
“You don't have to come with me.” He says, his eyes on the file.
“I know.” Sam says, after a moment of silence you finally look away from the photo of 40s Bucky and you see both men looking at you expectantly.
“Chasing a 96 year old brainwashed assassin?” you says, a smile starting to grow on your face “Sounds fun.” you state and Steve nods.
“Really?” Sam deadpans. “What are your weekends like, YLN?”
You only smirk at him in response, then you both turn your attention back to Steve, his eyes back on the file.
“So,” Sam says, “when do we start?”
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Prompt:
"Hero finds the normally bold, fearless Villian collapsed and badly wounded outside their door. "Please," Villian chokes out weakly, clinging to the shocked Hero's clothing with bloody, shaking hands. "Please, help me. Capture me, arrest me, I don't care. Just protect me from them.""
Hero: Steve Rogers/Captain America
‘Villian’ : Bucky Barnes / winter soldier
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New chapter of I Am Ash From Your Fire up now!
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What Once Was - Drabble
pairing: Bucky x OFC
wc: 430
summary: A peek into the life of Lizzie, Fiona, and Bucky three months after they move to Wakanda
warnings: none! just fluff
a/n: this is a drabble for my completed series, What Once Was!!! I am so happy to revisit these characters, even just for a few moments <3 This is my entry for Week 2 of the slumber party challenge!!
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Lizze dipped her feet in the cool water of the river. The sun was rising in the East, and fluffy clouds floated gently through the sky. After three months of living in Wakanda, LIzze had found her favorite thing to do. It started as an early morning walk that got earlier and earlier, exploring the many trails through Wakanda’s beautiful terrain.
Eventually, it morphed into this. Leaving so early that the stars were still out and making the trek to the river, where she’d stand on the bank and watch the sun emerge from her slumber. The first time she’d left, Bucky freaked out about her going missing, so now she was careful to leave notes.
It was her favorite thing, feeling the sand between her toes, the water on her skin. She loved watching the birds and the fish. There was so much life there, in Wakanda. So much love.
She heard their footsteps swishing through the grass before she heard their voices.
“Come on, lovebug, I know you’re tired, but it’s gonna be worth it.” Lizzie didn’t need to turn around to know that Bucky had dragged Fiona out of bed to make the hike to the river for the sunset. Fiona had done it before, but never this groggily.
“Are we there yet?” Fiona practically whined, and Lizzie could perfectly picture the way her daughter probably rubbed her eyes and stomped her feet.
“Just about,” Lizzie answered as the sun started to peek out on the horizon. A moment later, Bucky and Fiona were at her side, feet in the water.
“Good morning,” Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to Lizzie’s temple. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she melted into this embrace. The hardest part about this morning ritual was leaving Bucky’s arms. He was like her own personal furnace. It was getting increasingly more difficult to extract herself from his warmth in the mornings.
The three of them watched the sun paint the sky with beautiful, bright colors. Ones that she was sure didn’t exist anywhere else. Stood between her parents and leaned against their legs. Lizzie’s fingers combed through her daughter’s hair, and she couldn’t help but feel content.
This was where she was meant to be. Here, in Wakanda, with her family. This was the peace she and Bucky had been searching their whole lives for. Everything before this moment felt like a dream. It felt like another reality.
“I love you,” she whispered into Bucky’s chest.
“I love you more,” he replied, lips moving against her hairline.
“I love you most.”
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Lost
⚠️ THIS IS NOT A AGE-RE POST. THIS IS A DARK POST. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, DONT READ IF WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU⚠️
A/N - I had a honestly really bad mental day at school and I'm already super exhausted. I ended up involuntarily regressing in my math class and I sit in the front of the class. My old CG doesn't talk to me much anymore so I don't have anyone to reach out to when involuntary happens so I wrote Stucky x male!reader. This one's kinda darker due to my mental space but I'm hoping to make a new agere one here soon!
Masterlist - All my work!
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⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of violence blood, sewing skin, passing out, being lost with no contact, mature language (cussing), Steve and bucky being worried over reader, reader is mentioned to be a victim of hydra, please let me know if I missed any!!
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It was known that you, Bucky, and Steve had started dating about a year ago. They had asked you to join their couple after you had been living in the tower for a while. You happily said yes, and from then on it was pretty easy.
It wasn’t common that you would be sent on the same missions as the other two due to different skill sets, but you were happy when you did. When you couldn’t go with them, you were happy when they came home.
You eventually got sent on a solo mission that was only supposed to last 3 months. You lost contact with anyone on your home side about halfway through causing it to extend to about 5 months. You only survived based on pure instinct and eventually finding a place to hijack and call for help.
Once returning from the extremely rough mission, where your battle and affairs were way harder and longer than you thought, you headed to your room. You still had your own just by design, to make sure you had a place if needed. This is where you mainly stayed. You sometimes crashed with Bucky or Steve, but not being in your own room and space sometimes made it hard to sleep. The days you had come home from a mission or from a quest and you hid in your room until hours or even days later, Bucky and Steve worried.
They weren't sure if it was something you preferred for after missions, or if you didn’t feel safe with them. Even in the rarity that it happened, it sent aches to their hearts. You were a part of them, this meant that those times after missions where everything is too much, they were supposed to be there with you, and they couldn't be.
The day you finally came home from the solo mission and found them on the couch cuddled up absolutely sound asleep, you smiled, glad to see them getting their well-deserved rest. After staring at them for maybe a second too long, you eventually sluggishly drag yourself to your room, throwing your items on your bed and heading to your bathroom to attend to your wounds.
It wasn’t anything horrible, a few cuts and gashes. Possible minor grazing by a bullet. Anything you got in the beginning of the mission had practically healed itself. What you had now wasn't anything you hadn’t fixed up before. You got into the shower, carefully washing off the blood, the dirt, and the disgusting grim. Your emotions begin to creep up, as the adrenaline rushes away, and the water takes you to a different place in your head.
You watch as the blood circles the drain. The aches of your joints and the stinging of water getting in your wounds, slowly pulling you back to reality. You climb out of the shower a little unsteadily and throw on some sweatpants. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you sigh before grabbing some gauze and skin sewing supplies, not excited for the pain you have to inflict on yourself.
Mid-second sewing patch, a knock on your bathroom door pulls you from the daze of pain you're in. You turn around and unlock the door before turning back to the mirror to watch as you continue to sew.
“Come in.” You say loud enough to make it through the solid wood door.
“No one told us you had been found, when did you get- Oh my god (Y/n)! What happened to you?” Steves worried tone booms through the bathroom.
You look up to meet his stunned gaze in the mirror, a look of almost confusion crossing your face in place of the dull one before. You didn’t normally let others in when you were cleaning your wounds, Steve being the first to see your process of sewing your own flesh together and putting gauze lazily around it.
“Huh? Oh just, ya know, battle?” You reply before attempting to finish off the wound you’d been working on when he walked in. You just wanted to go sleep. The minimal amounts of sleep you got due to needing to survive catching up to you.
“I heard you yell- holy shit? (Y/N) the fuck?” Bucky's voice suddenly came from behind. His voice grew with concern as he spoke.
“Your home? Why didn’t you get us? What the hell happened to you while you were lost? We thought you died!”
You finish off the wound before turning to your two boyfriends, bewilderment flowing through your veins. You just didn’t understand why they were so worried about your wounds or even just about you. They weren’t the worst you had gotten, by far. You could easily finish the last one or two and throw on some gauze and finally go sleep. You were too tired to understand why they were so concerned.
“Why are you looking at us like we’re speaking foreignly..? Your borderline shredded and there's...” Steve's voice trails off, the mention of your numerous other scars burning through your head.
“Is that why you're both looking at me like there’s something wrong with me? I know my scars aren’t pretty- Please go.” You look away from them, turning to grab your sewing needle again before a hand stops you, making you look back at them.
“No, handsome. That's not why we're looking at you like anything. We’re concerned. We were asleep on the couch when you got home, and you didn’t wake us up even though you were lost for months. You're so wounded that it's hard to see anywhere that's not hurt. Some of the wounds on your back need sewn up too. When we woke up, Tony told us you had been home for 4 hours. You're standing in here like a zombie on a mission to barely patch yourself up.” Bucky gently takes the sewing kit from you before pulling you to sit on the lid of the toilet.
“It’s not that bad... I promise it's been worse before. You guys were asleep, I didn't want to bother you.” you mumble under your breath, you don’t even sound like you believe yourself.
Steve crouches in front of you, gently cupping your cheeks. Your eyes lazily focus on his, your body’s energy crashing fast.
“Baby let us help. You look like you could pass out any second. How long have you been actively bleeding?” Steve gently rubs his thumbs on your cheek, attempting to keep you awake.
“What day is it?” You joke quietly, smiling softly.
“I honestly don't know how long. I feel like I was only home for maybe an hour. I just want to get sewn up please. I just want to sleep; I haven’t slept in days.”
Bucky and Steve exchange extremely concerned looks. The hell was this mission that ended up with you getting lost and coming home looking like this. Why didn’t you wake them up? Why didn’t they even get a call from Fury about your arrival?
Bucky and Steve use teamwork to get you sewn up as much as possible before they help you climb into your bed. The moment you're in your bed it's almost as if a switch was flicked. You were completely asleep, the only reason they didn't think you were dead was your breathing.
“Steve... The hell did they do to him?” Bucky quietly mumbles, turning to the just as concerned soldier.
“I don’t know. I’m torn between staying here until they wake up or calling Fury to figure out what the hell, they did to him and how they hell they lost him...” Steve glances to bucky before his eyes settle back on you.
The next time you wake up, you groggily sit up. Pain courses through your entire body, but you shrug it off before you feel movement next to you and see Bucky shirtless, slowly waking up.
“(Y/N)?” Bucky turns to look at you, his eyes searching yours.
“How long have I been asleep Buck?” Was your first question.
“3 days. Banner came and gave you IV fluids to keep your vitals steady while you slept. The hell did they do to you baby?” Bucky sits up next to you before he softly cups your cheeks. He slowly scans all of your wounds, and then softly kisses your lips. When he pulls away, he softly sighs contently, hearing your voice helping settle the pure anxiety coursing through his veins mildly.
“Hey how is he- Oh my god you're finally awake.” Steve walks in, quickly crossing the room to your side.
“How do you feel? Are you doing okay?”
“I’m okay Steve, just confused. I'm just disoriented from sleeping for so long.” You smile at Steve before slowly laying your head on Bucky's shoulder.
Bucky carefully moves you to his lap, just like he did to Steve when they were kids, and he was sick or ended up in another alley fight.
“I bet its more than just the sleep, sweets.” Steve softly rubs the part of your arm that's not injured, keeping his eyes on you. His heart aches so much for you.
“Handsome, I really need you to tell us who and what did this to you? Why do you do your own medical procedures? What has happened to you that made you this way?” Bucky slowly asks again, kissing your forehead and caressing your cheek.
You look over at Steve who just slowly nods, giving you a sign that he wants to know too.
It's time to explain your time in hydra, and what this mission truly was.
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Part two
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