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romaevelizz · 4 months ago

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Back to You

James “Bucky” Barnes x exhydra!femreader

sum: Bucky finding refuge after D.C from a woman that had been next to him for several years while held in captivity by Hydra.

warnings: cursing, implied past/current relation, violence, angst, hurt-comfort, reader is black coded, bold-italics are russian, reader is kinda mutant(she’s like Vi from incredibles but instead of turning invisible she can heal and create shields).

After D.C Bucky knew he had no choice but to leave, and if there was one thing he was good at was leaving without any trace. He had no money and nowhere to go. One thing he knew he wasn’t going back to Hydra, leaving the country would be the best option.

Maybe he did have somewhere to go, but he had to make sure it was the right place. Few weeks later He’d end up in Romania if there was one thing he was good at it was finding people and he needed to find her, worse that could happen is he got shot.

The clock read 2 a.m., signaling the witching hour when shadows deepen and the world outside holds its breath. An unsettling sensation prickled at the back of her mind, snapping her from sleep. With a jolt, she sat upright in her bed, adrenaline surging as she reached for the rifle hidden beneath her mattress. The air was thick with silence, each creak of the floorboards beneath her feet resonating like a warning as she made her way through her dim, shadowy apartment. As she rounded the corner into the kitchen, an icy chill settled in her veins. There, at her table, sat an enigmatic figure cloaked in darkness. Her heartbeat faltered for a moment, fear clawing at her throat, until her gaze caught the faint glimmer of moonlight reflecting off a metallic arm. Recognition gripped her, sending a wave of dread washing over her as she stood frozen.

“They finally sent you to try to kill me again huh?” She spoke keeping the rifle up to defend herself.

“No.” he answered, “I got out, did it know where else to go.”

She lowered the rifle slowly her eyes watching answering him slowly, “How did you find me.” she questioned.

“I’m good at finding things, and it’s not like you’re hiding.” he answered simply.

She scoffed, “What do you want?”

He could tell she was on edge her tone sharp and protective. “I need help, no money, no place to stay, and can’t go to hospitals for this.” he spoke his voice changing to english as he lifted the shirt up.

A large make shift bandage decorated his abdomen, the cloth bloody and the skin around it irritated. He watched her brows nit together a worried expression fall on her face “What the fuck happend.” she asked walking over to the table placing her gun down on to it.

Their eyes met a small glance being exchanged “alright… you need take that off, I’ll clean it then heal you..” she spoke softly moving from him over to her kitchen to get a rag and warm water.

He nodded quietly, his gaze fixed on her as she moved gracefully around the counter. She appeared transformed since their last encounter. Her hair cascaded down her back inis natural state, significantly longer than he remembered, adding a vibrant touch to her overall look. She radiated a newfound vitality, her skin glowing with health. Intrigued, Bucky took in the intricate tattoo artistry that adorned her left arm; delicate floral patterns twisted and intertwined, each bloom telling a story of its own. A few subtle piercings now embellished her face, glinting softly in the light and enhancing her features. The combination of her tattoos and piercings gave her an air of maturity and confidence that he found striking. He couldn’t help but admire how these changes suited her, transforming her into someone who seemed more self-assured and bold.

“James I need you to remove your shirt or else I can’t help you.” She spoke softly walking around the counter with the bowl and rag.

He did so, slipping the shirt over his head. He always took note of how she called him by his first name, a name that only seemed to be his when she said it. To her, he wasn't ‘Soldier’ or ‘Soldat’; he was James. Her eyes wandered over his figure, a few more scars on him than she remembered his shape the same still big and burly. She felt him flinch under her touch. The sound of his arm moving made her stop. “I won’t hurt you; it just hurts,” he reassured.

She gave him a look before continuing, “To be fair, that last time you showed up in my home you tried killing me gotta get why I’m a little, ya know.” She said frowning.

He pressed his lips together, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I lived. Plus you weren’t, well you.” She hummed, her eyes glancing up at him. “Why are you really here James?” She asked suddenly turning to dip and wring out the rag.

“Because I know you can deal with a bit of a beating and sneak around if you need something. You could’ve very well had this cleaned up what? Days ago when it happened, but instead you let it get infected, and came to me.” Her eyes meeting his as she faced him again.

He remained silent, the words caught in his throat. Deep down, he felt an overwhelming urge—no, a desperate necessity—to see her again. He longed to see the familiar face he had once associated with comfort and camaraderie during the grim days spent in the confines of Hydra. However, that face, once warm and welcoming, now seemed distant and cold, cloaked in shadows of their shared past. Doubt gnawed at him; perhaps this was a mistake after all. As he sat there, a sense of foreboding washed over him, mingling with a flicker of hope.

Her face carried a heavy frown as she looked at him her arms and legs crossed. He remembered when she left, a different doctor cleaning him up instead of her, he recalled asking where she was and instead of an answer he was put under and sent to kill her. He remembered her begging for him to let go of her as she fought back, how after he’d cut her skin would melt back together to heal herself. Her cries and pleas rang through his ears just like everyone else’s but here stood out, the only person in years who cared about him and talked to him like a human instead of a dog, the person who put her energy into healing him day after day, the person who quietly reassured him with a sweet smile on her face when in need, her words always gentle and kind. Then he hurt her, after putting so much trust in him he had hurt her.

He was thankful she’d got away, that she got off Hydras radar. But deep down the world ended when she left. “I don’t know.” He said avoiding her harsh gaze.

“Are you still-“

“No, I’m not in their custody anymore. They don’t know where I am.”

“How are you so sure?” She sneered.

“Because I tore it out,” he spoke up defensively. James had ripped out the chip they put in him, that made sense to the scab on his neck the chip was small and could easily be felt not a surprise it healed easily for it wasn't deep.

“I wouldn't put you in danger again, I can't ever forgive myself for hurting you before, I wont let it happen again.” he mumbled looking down.

He heard her hum before scooting closer to him, “Sit up James.” she said her finger tapping his chin to looks up,

“You can't stop what you can't control James.” She spoke her hands moving to his wound. A soft glow of white can from her hands a tingling sensation lurking around his wound as she heals him.

“I-” she started before closing her mouth.

“I know what you're capable of and in truth it scares me, because I can't get through to you when you're mind is clouded,” she spoke, her eyes focusing on him wound.

James felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces at her words; the fear etched across her face pierced him deeper than any blade. She had every reason to be afraid—he was a man steeped in darkness, stained with the blood of his past. Her voice broke through the thickness of his thoughts, sharp and clear.

“But I think I understand,” she continued, her tone shifting from trepidation to something almost contemplative. “You’re all alone, just like me. If was so easy to kill Pierce would have done it himself. Instead, he sent you. It’s sickening, isn’t it?” A laugh escaped her lips, a haunting sound laced with both amusement and resignation. It echoed in the dim light, chilling him as it lingered in the air between them.

She shook her head slowly, a deep sense of weight settling over her thoughts like a heavy fog. “They sent the one person I treasured more than anyone else, the person I trusted most—on a mission to take my life.”

Pierce knew it hurt not only her but James as well, he knew she didn't fear death for she had never been close to it. And when she was about to face it flight took over, panic, crying, and screaming. Pierce got the sick satisfaction of having James who would have never laid a finger on her try and kill her, her body under his as he suffocated her his hand crushing her throat as she kicked and screamed. He remembered how her nails clawed at his face, trying to desperately pry his metal hand on of her throat, “Get off, please, please I don't wanna die. You don't have to do this.”

Looking up she saw his lip tremble, tears welding up in his eyes. “James-” she whispered sitting up her hands pulling away from his abdomen.

James hunched over, feeling the weight of his emotions press down on him, his forehead resting against his knees as he wrapped his arms around his head. The defeat in his posture was noticeable, a silent cry for solace that hung heavily in the air. She looked at him, her heart aching, and reached out instinctively, but then hesitated, her hands hovering uncertainly before retracting back to her own lap.

A frown creased her brow, and she absentmindedly began to pick at the delicate skin on her fingers, a nervous habit that surfaced in tense moments peeling the skin from her fingers. Inside, a wave of frustration crashed over her; she mentally chastised herself for bringing the painful topic into the air. Why had she opened her mouth? All she had needed to do was offer him silent support, to be there without the burden of words. She should have just kept quiet, allowing him the space to gather his thoughts without feeling the pressure of their past so obviously weighing down on her.

She took a deep breath before reaching out her hands carefully going to his wrist her body getting closer to him, “ James..” she whispered prying his hands from his head.

She was hurt her protective shield coming off and being harsh towards the broken man. He’d been through so much, his vulnerability spilling out in front of her. He felt safe here, he had no reason to harm her anymore even if he was afraid he’d hurt her again she was all he had. “James.. please look at me..” she spoke desperate for him to look at her.

James slowly picked his head up, her hands moving from his wrist to his face. The way he flinched broke her heart, causing her to pry her hands away, only for him to bring her hands to his face. He melted in the warmth of her touch, her thumbs rubbing his face. “If I could, I’d take it all back… I would’ve taken you with me…” she said, her voice filled with sadness.

She urged him closer. James allowed himself to embrace her his body leaving his chair falling on his knees his arms holding her close as her hands cradled his head. “You promised you wouldn't leave me there by myself..” he broke.

“I know… I know, I'm sorry…” she uttered.

Even after all the feeling of betrayal on both ends, they found each other again, running back to one another like before. Even with the thousands of miles between them, they'd crawl back to each other, she held his heart with such care while captive together. “Let me help you again…” she spoke up pulling his head back to meet his eyes.

James nodded his head tiredly before finding home back in her embrace. It would take both of them time to fully trust each other again but through it all this was the best things he’s done for himself. She kept his word helping him month after month, opening her home to him and helping him adjust to his new found freedom. Two years they would spend together, their fondness for each other never diminishing. Bucky came to terms that he didn’t have to be on edge all the time with her, now sleeping by her side at night.

He never realized how much he needed her till now.

a/n: messy sure maybe i’ll fix it up later but hope u enjoyed!

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nekoannie-chan · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Dark! Stucky X Ex-HYDRA! Reader

Word count: 2414 words.

Summary: Bucky's memories are confusing, what will he and Steve be able to do to make you pay what HYDRA did to Bucky even if you hadn't been responsible?

Warnings: Angst, Obsession, stalker, dub-con, non-con, kidnapping, punishment, torture, violence, abuse, knife play, bondage, coercion, edging, degrading talk, double penetration, oral (male receiving), if I miss a warning, please let me know. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON’T READ IT.

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2014

You looked up when you heard Steve speak through the Triskelion's speakers, the truth had finally come to light; you suspected that sooner or later it would happen.

For a few weeks, you considered the idea of leaving HYDRA, however it seemed impossible, they were not going to let you go so easily, most likely they would kill you first to accept it.

It was not the first time that the feeling of guilt invaded you, as much as you tried, you could not remember the reasons why you had joined the infamous Organization

A huge commotion started when Steve's speech ended, maybe it was the only opportunity you would have in your whole life to leave HYDRA, you didn't have much time to think, you left your office and started walking as fast as you could trying to go unnoticed.

In one of the corridors you got to see Brock, you cursed, none of your colleagues had to see you, you managed to reach the service stair, with so much confusion people seemed to have forgotten the existence of these stairs, and you ran down, you were going to run away as it were. However, you never realized that the Soldier had seen you.

At first, you hesitated to go to your house, but you needed the savings and false identifications that you had stored there, you went as fast as you could, you took everything you needed, you did not stop to think exactly what to do, if you did, you would lose valuable time. There were only two options with what had happened, one was that HYDRA had won, the other that had lost, neither of them benefited you.

You managed to go to another country, there you would start a new life, you got a job in a school as a secretary; you do not earn the same, but that did not matter, at last, you could get away from all that.

Actuality

Bucky entered the refuge excited, finally, he would have what he had been searching for all these years.

"You're very happy," Steve said when he saw him.

“I have found her!” Bucky exclaimed with singular joy.

"Buck, are you sure it's her?" Steve questioned somewhat skeptically.

"I would recognize her beautiful face anywhere," Bucky replied.

"I need you to be completely sure, we can't make any mistakes," Steve said.

"I'm completely sure," Bucky alleged annoyed.

"Okay, I believe you, now we just have to plan how we'll get along," Steve said.

Steve sighed, he couldn't allow his friend to lose control, and he didn't want to attract attention, not to mention that nobody knew what the pair had planned through these years.

That day you went out a little later than normal, it started to get dark, whenever the new course was about to start you had a lot of work.

When you left the school you turned to both sides in the street, you felt watched over, for a moment in your head the idea passed that one of your ex-colleagues from HYDRA had found you; you went back to school, you could wait a little longer in there until you felt safe.

You walked the hallways until someone pulled you, you struggled, but your captor was stronger than you.

“Doll, did you miss me?” Steve whispered in your ear.

“C-captain!”

"I'm not coming alone, I'm bringing a friend, you know, we have a few questions that we want you to answer," Steve commented without releasing you.

Bucky appeared in the shadows, your face reflected surprise.

“Do you think you could escape so easily?” Bucky questioned.

The first time you would see the Soldier was when you studied in HYDRA’s Academy you had heard a lot about him.

He sounded like he was a monster, definitely terrifying; however, when you saw him, a feeling of pity washed over you, the torture he was subjected to seemed terrible to you.

But they had taught you that he was nothing more than a HYDRA weapon, no feeling towards the Soldier was valid.

That day you wondered what was really under the facade of the Soldier, was there still a vestige of the human he had been before?

The memories in Bucky's head were hazy, he wasn't sure if you had helped him or not if someone asked him he just couldn't identify all the people who tortured and hurt him during all those years as well as who had been gentle with him even if they were HYDRA.

"No, I just ...”

“You just what?” Bucky asked, approaching menacingly.

You swallowed hard, you were almost sure you were seeing the Soldier after they brainwashed him.

"Please leave me, I no longer have anything to do with HYDRA, I left the organization a long time ago," you pleaded.

You kept struggling as Bucky got closer and closer.

"I had nothing to do with what they did to you, please remember… remember me," you pleaded.

Steve saw his friend, who nodded, so with a quick movement Steve knocked you unconscious in one fell swoop.

"You always seemed very beautiful to me," Bucky commented taking your face in his hands.

"You're right, Y/N is very beautiful," Steve said.

They took you to the vehicle they had prepared with everything necessary to kidnap you, they tied your feet and hands in case you woke up, you could not escape, they also gagged you.

The mission was getting out of control, you looked for more ammunition, you no longer had, and you cursed under your breath.

One of the enemies realized your situation, he was going to attack you when the Soldier saved you, with great ease eliminated your attacker.

“What…?”

The Soldier easily lifted you and led you to the ship so that nothing bad happened to you.

“Thank you.”

He did not answer, just watched you.

“I guess people aren't very nice to him,” you thought.

You saw him and you smiled at him, you noticed something on his face, a trickle of blood. You reached out to remove the mask that covered half of his face, he stopped you.

"You're hurt, let me see, I need to heal you," you explained.

He released you and let you check his wounds.

“It hurts? “You asked.

He didn't say anything, without that thing, he was very handsome, you cleaned the wound.

As soon as they arrived at the place they sat you in a chair although you were still unconscious, they tied your hands to the back, Bucky kept you against the immobilized chair while Steve passed the rope between your breasts.

"Look at how her tits stand out, don't you think she looks beautiful?" Steve commented.

"She is very beautiful," Bucky said.

Steve proceeded to attach each foot to a leg of the chair, you began to complain, and your head ached for the blow that Steve had given you.

"The bitch is already awake," Steve said.

“Who gave the orders to freeze me?” Bucky questioned.

"I guess Pierce, I was just following the orders."

“Where’s Rumlow?” Steve asked.

"I don't know, I ran away when the chaos began in the Triskelion."

Both men looked at each other not very convinced, they believed you were lying.

“Where are the other members who were double agents?”

"I don't know, I have no idea what happened to the others."

They turned to look, if you did not confess for good, then they would use another method, Bucky stroked your boobs over the clothes, reached down one hand to your leg, put it under the skirt and fingered the inside of the thigh, then removed your hand and took out your knife and ran it over your face, you immediately opened your eyes scared, you didn't know where you were or what had happened; then he passed the knife around your neck, you were paralyzed with fear, he kept going down to where the neckline of your blouse began, you did not dare move because of the fear that he would cut you, you recognized that look, it was that of the Soldier.

He proceeded to cut your blouse, put the knife aside and with his hands finished breaking the blouse with his hands, pulled the tatters, your breathing was uneasy, you did not know exactly what was going to happen or perhaps if you did, but you did not want think.

He took the knife again, cut the straps of your bra.

“What are you doing? Why did you bring me here? What do you do? What does this mean?” Your voice was shaky.

In response Steve slapped you so hard that brought tears to your eyes, Bucky took off your bra and carelessly massaged one of your breasts, smiled and pulled away from a little.

Then Steve put his hands on your tits so tightly that your nipples made you scream, then released you and pulled away again.

Bucky took advantage, took the knife again and passed it between your breasts, you held your breath, followed the path to your belly, there he stopped.

“Why are you so scared? If you enjoyed making me suffer, you all loved to torture me, now we're just going to punish for everything you did,” Bucky said.

“What? No, I never...”

He slapped you several times, tears streaming from your eyes.

“Don’t fucking lie, bitch!”

He put one of his hands on your neck and started handing you until Steve stopped him.

"Buck, drop her if you keep doing it you're going to kill her, aren't you supposed to want us to enjoy her?"

Bucky obeyed his friend, Steve approached you, he passed the knife through one of your thighs, a small trickle of blood appeared on your thigh, you made a gesture of pain, then cut your fault, you screamed for the impression, Bucky covered you your mouth and you bit it.

That enraged him, he looked at your panties and smiled to destroy them with his hands, with a quick movement he untied you from the chair and before you could react you had your hands tied to one of the posts of the bed and you were standing with your back to them.

Bucky lashed the whip against your butt and your back, you started screaming and crying, it was one of the worst sensations that you had ever experienced in your life.

"Bucky stop, enough, is enough," Steve ordered, practically snatching the whip from his hands.

Bucky was going to claim him when Steve shot him a threatening look, then released you and dropped you onto the bed.

“Do you have something to say, darling? Think what you gonna say,” Steve said.

You sobbed a little, you’re back hurt, and you would not achieve anything if you tried to defend yourself they were much stronger than you, you took a breath, and you knew you would hate yourself for what you were going to say.

"Forgive me, you're right, I deserve to be punished."

Both men looked at each other with satisfaction, Bucky turned to you while Steve grabbed your hair and raised your face.

"Suck it," he ordered, putting his dick in front of you.

You opened your mouth, he put it in and started shaking your head, sometimes you tried to push it away because you felt you couldn't breathe, but he wouldn't allow it. Suddenly you felt the other man's hands on your thighs and tried to push him away with your legs, however, he took them and put inside one finger into your pussy, then another began to move them.

"So wet," he said.

Steve put the vibrator against your clit, you twisted and moaned, Bucky had one of your legs grasped while with the other hand he continued to caress you, his body in the middle of your legs to prevent you from closing them, and every time you tried he slapped you in your pussy. Steve came in your mouth.

On the other hand, Bucky continued to masturbate until you felt your orgasm approaching, and it was then that he stopped stimulating you, you groaned while you felt desperate.

“Please I need…

"The bitch wants to come," Bucky scoffed.

Steve laughed.

"I think it's about time," Steve said.

Bucky lay down and put you on top; he lined up and entered you slowly, once inside he waved at Steve and Steve approached you and entered you through your other entrance. You felt like they filled you up.

"It's a lot… please stop," you asked.

"You know you deserve it, that you must pay what you did," Steve whispered in your ear.

“Don’t you think she looks so beautiful like that?”

“Indeed, she was always walking the corridors, you don't know but I want so badly do this for a long time.”

They started moving, they knew exactly how to do it, you started moaning, the sensations were confusing, you didn't even know if you wanted what was happening to be happening.

"She was made for us, she takes us so well."

"She's a good girl, from now on she's going to ask us for permission like the good bitch she is, right?"

You agreed, you were sure that if you did what they told you, they would not kill or torture you as you now believed they were capable of.

“Can I come?” You asked.

“No, you can’t.”

You sighed in frustration, you knew you weren't going to take long. Steve put one of his big hands on your neck, the sensations had increased, it was not long before you arrived, and you felt how the two came inside you, left and dropped you on the bed.

Bucky raised your face and saw you.

"So beautiful, although you still have a long way to pay for everything."

“Do you know what is the super-soldiers’ advantage? Steve asked.

You swallowed, you were afraid the answer you were thinking was true, so you shook your head.

"That we don't need to rest as long as someone normal, we can continue as many times as we want," he continued.

"No one is going to look for you, and as we told you if you behave well and answer our questions honestly, we don't have to punish you," Bucky stroked your breasts.

Your gaze was a mixture of terror, confusion and excitement, you hoped you could convince them that you never hurt Bucky while he was under HYDRA's control.

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