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 || Part IX

Word Count: 3059

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex,
strong language, blood and injuries

Author: Beast

A/N: I’m incredibly sorry fellas for
a such long delay! I got a lot of stuff to take care of and tbh I wasn’t really
into writing Chronicles for some time. But now, with a huge thanks to my lovely lady and my friends, I decided to make this chapter. I hope you’ll enjoy it
as much as I when I was writing it. And here’s what I wanna announce: only two
chapters left. Chronicles will have 12 chapters in all. I hope you won’t mind
them to be a bit longer then ever before.
And for a smut scene, if some of you, my dear readers, would be interested, I
was listening to song made by talented polish vocalist, Kasia Moś. I leave here a link to this song, just in case ♥
Enjoy! 🙂

Steve
had been asleep when he heard the heavy footsteps followed by the door opening;
at first he thought it might have been Emily, but then he realized there was no
way she would ever make that much noise. He had slipped out of bed silently,
shield retrieved from the bedside and brought into a defensive position. A
million scenarios ran through his head, none of them pleasant, especially once
the sharp scent of blood reached him.

To
say he’d been surprised when he saw Bucky in the doorway was an understatement.
He caught sight of the pistol the soldier held once he pushed the door shut
behind him. He’s
going to shoot me, had
been his first line of thought, and not a moment later he felt extremely guilty
for immediately jumping to that conclusion. His body had eased a bit the moment
the pistol was dropped, his own shield lowering and eventually dropped as well.
There was only a moment’s hesitation before he edged forward, closing the gap
between them. He stopped a few yards away, not wanting to make him feel
cornered.

“Bucky?” he spoke softly, tone gentle and
light. His heart skipped a beat when the soldier’s head lifted and looked to
him, but his hope died when he saw his face. His eyes were greyed, dull and
empty and so very tired. The second he saw his legs buckle Steve was right
there, catching him before he hit the ground. He’d expected him to struggle, to
lash out and fight, not to just lie there limp in his grasp. It’d scared him
more than when he’d found his throat clasped in that metal hand. The amount of
blood covering his friend was terrifying; who knew how much he could spare to
lose in his state.

It’d
taken him all of two seconds to get the blood-matted hoody off of the assassin,
exposing a torn shirt and a devastating wound on his shoulder. He dimly
recalled seeing a similar wound on a soldier Bucky had picked off of his back in
the war. A sniper in the city was alarming, but not as surprising as he would
have liked.

“D-don’t do this to me, Buck” Steve was
practically begging, fingers numbed with shock pressed against the wound to the
soldier’s back in a desperate attempt to stem the bleeding. His other arm
gently held him up, cradling him against his body as he tried not to dissolve
into fearful panic.
Is
Hydra after him, or is it Robrax?, Steve thought to himself, trying to
calm down.

Steve put as much pressure as he dared on the wound,
suddenly very conscious of his strength. Bucky looked so delicate like this,
and he wasn’t sure if the bullet had caused a fracture.
“Emily!” Steve yelled. “Em! I need your help!”

Redhead woman stepped into the room and was about to
say something, but she only covered her mouth with hands.
“Buck…” silent whisper left her mouth as she quickly got to her knees besides
him. “Oh God, Steve, what’s with him!?”
“He was shot” Captain said simply, looking around. “I need something, like
material.. We need to stop the bleeding” he ordered coldly.
Girl nodded slightly getting up. She ran to the bathroom and took two towels
from the hangers.

Minutes seemed like hours, but eventually the bleeding slowed. Steve scarcely
cared that his clothes were now stained with it, just relieved that the mortal
danger was now diminished. All towels were completely soaked with Bucky’s
blood.
Captain didn’t waste any time trying to bandage the wound. Getting up and
leaving him was not an option, not even for a moment, so he cannibalized his
own shirt into a makeshift wrapping. He removed the soldier’s shirt first and
then folded up some of the fabric and pressed it to the injury. The bullet’s
possible presence in the wound was dimly acknowledged, but he didn’t have the
skill or tools to safely extract it. He would treat it proper later, but for
now his main focus was to keep the bleeding at a minimum. He broke down his
shirt into strips of fabric, knotting it together and using it to secure the
fabric pad to the wound.
“Steve…” Emily was whispering on and on, her soft hand placed on his shoulder.
“Oh my God… We can’t lose him.. I can’t..”
“Hush” Steve threw her a brief glance, to take care of Bucky’s wound shortly
after.

Throughout the rough medical treatment Bucky hadn’t so
much as twitched. Steve could feel him breathing, and a quick check told him
his pulse was stable, but slower than he would have liked. The serum they had
injected him with might not as been as effective as his, but it was doing a
fine enough job keeping him alive.

“You’re doing great, Bucky” Captain was
fully aware that he likely couldn’t hear him, but it made him feel a little
better to encourage him. He was sure he hadn’t heard a kind word directed
towards him in decades, and the thought made his heart ache. “You’re gonna
be fine, Buck, I promise. Me and Em will take care of you..” his voice
hitched slightly, hands trembling as he gathered the assassin up into his arms.

He considered moving him to the bedroom but decided
against it. Instead he placed him carefully on the sofa, onto his left side so
that his breathing wouldn’t be obstructed and his wound easily reached.

“Emily, can you gather up some medical supplies, some
blankets and a clean shirt, you can find it in my bag” blonde man looked at
redhead woman.
She obeyed. After some moments she came to the little living room and handled
stuff to Steve.
Then Steve hit the light switch. A small lamp flickered on, and the scene it
revealed drew the blood from his face.
The floor was smeared with so much crimson that he doubted the stains would
ever lift. His spare key was abandoned on the floor, near the pistol that Bucky
had dropped earlier. The ruined clothes he’d removed still lay on the floor
next to the towels; he’d be sure to dispose of them carefully. If Hydra really
was who had hurt him, then they would no doubt be looking for any sign of him.
The light cast a horrible realization of just how awful Bucky looked as well.
Now without his shirt, Steve could see every little bruise, every wound that
covered the assassin. His stomach turned in disgusted horror at the painful
past each scar, each little mark told. Old injuries from knives, bullets and
who knew what else were etched into his skin, telling a history devoid of peace
and filled with violence. 

A washcloth was produced along with a bottle of
disinfectant, wetting the fabric with it before he went to work on some of the
smaller wounds. He was silently thankful for his unconsciousness, as he was
sure there would be no way to do this had he been fully awake.

The soldier twitched slightly under his fingers as he
worked on an old, infected wound on his side, curling into himself before
letting out a pained whine. The former SHIELD agent hesitated at that, unsure
if he should continue. If he was feeling the disinfectant that meant he had to
be regaining consciousness. If he woke up with him hovering over him, covered
in his blood and with no memory of how he got there, well, Steve wouldn’t blame
him in the slightest if he lashed out. He bit his lip, thinking for another
moment, before he continued to clean the wound, taking care to be a bit
gentler.

“It’s okay, Buck, I promise…” he tried to
soothe, even if he couldn’t hear him yet. “You’re safe, you’re safe,
you’re safe…” he repeated it like a mantra as he finished with the wound,
placing a pad of gauze over it and securing it with a little medical tape.
He didn’t dare touch the bullet wound now that he was capable of feeling pain,
and he was also rather sure he’d need specialized help with it.

Blood
has been cleaned away, Steve dried his hands.

Emily was sitting next to Bucky, holding his hand and stroking it gently.
“It’s them, right?” she asked simply, not paying an attention to look at Steve.
“Hydra?”
He cleared his throat, living the room.
“Probably.”

Steve
went to the little cluttered kitchen and he opened a fridge, pulling out a
bottle of water. He reentered the room and unscrewed the bottle.

“We
need to keep him hydrated” he mumbled, getting on his knees next to the sofa.

Emily
took the bottle and slowly lifted Bucky’s head up. Then she carefully helped
him to take a simple sip, then another and another.

“What’re
we going to do now, Cap?” she asked, her long red hair has fallen on her face.

“I
don’t know… I don’t know…” he sighed sadly, rubbing over his temples. “But it
seems we are not safe also. If they had attacked their OWN SOLDIER, it means
they won’t have any problems to try to kill us either” he shrugged slightly.

Emily
nodded in silence, still stroking Bucky’s palm.

“I
knew.. From the very beginning.. That it will end like this. I hadn’t any other
choice, Steve” she whispered and her voice turned into little weeping. “I had
to join them… I HAD TO..”

Steve
got up from the floor, putting hands at her shoulders.

“No
one of us had” man muttered.

Two
days had passed very quickly.

It
was a really rough time for Steve and Emily, because they had to look after
Bucky and look for a safe hiding place at the same time.

Emily
was spending her time with former assassin while Steve was looking for a good
place and transport.

And
he managed to found something.

From the outside this house looked old, but wonderful.
It has been built with cypress wood and has walnut wood decorations. Small,
squared windows have been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way.
The house was equipped with a large kitchen and one bathroom, it also had a
comfortable living room, two bedrooms, a small dining area and a roomy garage.
The building was square shaped. The house was fully surrounded by overgrown
wooden overhanging panels.
The second floor was smaller than the first, which, in combination with its
placement, creates an original look.
The roof was high and slanted to one side and is covered with black roof tiles.
A few large windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof.
The house itself was surrounded by a modest garden, with mostly grass and a few
small trees.
It was a perfect place to stay for a while until Bucky’s wounds will be healed,
and Steve’s too.

Emily was slowly getting ready to take a bath.

Looking at her pale, slim body covered with a shirt and fitted leggins, she
felt a mix of sadness and distaste. She hated herself for things she had done
to people.
“I hate you” she whispered toward her reflection in the mirror. “I want you to
die, tæve.”

Suddenly she heard the door being
opened and shut quickly. Her heart beat faster as she could hear steps crossing
the corner.
She wanted it for so long… And she couldn’t deny it.
Since the day she helped him with his wounds, she was craving him. So badly.

As she finally saw Steve’s smirking
face, she let out a loud gasp.
“You shouldn’t be in h..”
“Shut up” he interrupted her by pushing her against the wall and locking his
lips with hers. He could feel her resist at first, but he used his tongue to
open Emily’s lips which was when she gave in and kissed him back. They were kissing
each other hard now as his hand squeezed her boobs hard.
After some time, he finally let her breathe. Still gasping for air, she stuttered.

“W-what are you doing?.. What are WE doing, Steve..”
He grinned at her and gave her a soft kiss while taking off her leggins.
“Taking what’s mine, baby.”
He slipped her shirt over her head and threw it on aside, where it’s quickly been
joined by his own shirt. She was still leaning against the wall, still a little
hesitant but definitely turned on as Steve can tell from her glowing cheeks and
her rushing eyes.
“Steve…” she bit her lower lip, looking hardly into his eyes.

She good knew it was one of the
moments, when he wasn’t himself at all. Now he was Captain Hydra, not kind
and polite Steve Rogers. Sometimes it was just like this, that he was loosing
his personality for several minutes or a bit longer. And he was turning into a
mess. She hated such moments, but she had to deal with it.

And now, with that thick sexual tension in between them, she wasn’t even about
to complain. Because she wanted him. She wanted Steve to fuck her senseless
until she would be begging him to stop. She simply needed that.

He grabbed her hand and guided it down his abs into his boxers. As she felt his
hard cock, she let out a loud gasp and pull hand back quickly, but immediately
regaining her confidence, she slided hand down again and firmly grab his cock. She
noticed just now that he had undone her bra while he began to tease her hard
nipples with his warm tongue, circling around and flicking against them.
She began to stroke his cock slowly, as she looked into his eyes, mumbling.
“We should stop, what if HE come in here?”
He laughed quietly, quickly shove his hand into her lacy panties and thrust two
fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. As she started to moan loudly,
Steve immediately covered her mouth with his other hand and whispered into her
ear.
“Can you shut the fuck up now, baby? Unless you want Bucky to catch us now.”

He slipped Emily’s leggins off and turned her around,
pushing her front against the cold tiles before slapping her ass and rubbing her
wet pussy from behind. Steve saw that she was dripping down her leg, so he kneeled
down behind her and start kissing his way up her inner thighs, licking up every
single drop on the way.
Having reached the top, he circled his tongue around the outline of her little
pussy, causing even more wetness. Steve could feel Emily’s body shivered as he
started eating her out.
He digged his tongue deep into her and moved it up and down slowly but firmly. Simultaneously,
his thumb rubbed across her clit, as he heard multiple soft moans escaping her
mouth.
“Steve,
I’m gonna cum.. she moaned.
He stopped licking immediately
and came back up to her face.
“No. You’re gonna cum when I want you to, understand?”
She
suddenly looked worried.
“He must be
wondering where I Am.”
Steve slapped her ass and shoved her against the wall hard.
“You should be worrying about me, nothing else. I’m gonna fuck you now and
you’re gonna be a good girl.”

He took off his pants and threw them into the corner.
As Emily took his cock into her hand and started to get on her knees, he
grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back up, holding her face right in front
of his.
“None of this bullshit, baby.”
He pushed her into the corner between the cold tile wall and a sink and lifted
up one of her legs.
Steve stood in front of her and quickly pushed his hard cock into her dripping pussy
without wasting any time.
Emily’s arms locked around his back and as he started thrusting himself into
her, her nails digged into his butt, causing him to thrust even faster.
As a loud moan tried to escape her mouth again, Captain quickly suffocated it
by kissing her hard. He could feel her body losing control with every increase
of pace. All her sense was his scent, his sweaty, muscular body pushing against
hers, his throbbing cock pounding and stretching her tight little pussy,
hitting her inner walls.
Steve covered her mouth once more as her moans turned into screams.
He felt her body
shivered, then clenched hard around his cock for a second before shaking
uncontrollably again as she bit one of his fingers that was covering her mouth.

Steve pulled out his hard cock and once again Emily tried to get on her knees
to make him cum with her mouth but she almost fell over, still having very
little control of her own body.
He
grabbed her quickly and picked her up.
“Did I say we’re
done?”
She looked a little scared as she saw the burning hunger in Steve’s eyes. He
grabbed her hair and pulled her to the sink, bending her over the counter. He slapped
her butt hard, before he shoved his thick cock into her again from behind.
This time was much quicker.
Steve immediately started to pounding as hard as he only could, while pulling
her head up by her hair so she could see him fucking her in the mirror.
After roughly several seconds, he felt the familiar shivering and clenching,
this time causing him to cum inside her pumping pussy as well.
“FUCK,
STEVE!” she couldn’t hold it any longer and screamed Steve’s name
loudly, not caring if Bucky will hear it.
Steve waited till he felt that every drop of his cum has been shot into her,
then he pulled out his cock. He turned her around, kissed her hard one last
time and smiled. “Good, baby. Now I know what Bucky meant telling me you’re the
rapture” blonde man rushed to put his clothes back on, then he simply left the
bathroom, fastening his belt, leaving Emily shaking and naked.

Trembling all over her sweaty body, she looked after him, then she quickly
closed the door to bathroom and got under the shower.
She felt his semen dripping down her thighs.
Emily allowed the cold water to stimulate her mind and body, pulling her out of
the blissful lethargy after a fulfillment in arms of Captain Rogers.