Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?
Chapter: 2 of ?
Warnings: none
Words: 998
Author:Rouge
A/N: continuation of first chapter. Hope you’ll enjoy it. Please stay tuned, the action is under construction ☺
It trailed him, hushed as the night, dancing between the trees as the sunlight flickered. It melted into darkness with the arrival of dusk, until it blended and disappeared against the backdrop of nothingness. But it remained, only neglected. Like the stars during the day – overpowered by the pouring rays of sunlight – but yet still there. As night whisked away it joined him once more, hailing like an old friend. It mirrored his actions, as though looking up to him, surveying and admiring his every move.
The Asset wasn’t yet able to state what was it but he could clearly feel its presence. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones.
When he got up that day, he was feeling wrecked. He didn’t want to go at the training room. He didn’t want to leave his little cell. But he couldn’t say “no”. He was their tool.
He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he’s worked hard. When he stopped doing push-ups, he felt how wet his clothing has become. The sweat trickled down his back, free flowing like condensation on a window pane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.
He felt glances on him but he couldn’t figure out, to whom they belonged to.
Meantime, you were standing behind the one-way mirror, observing Barnes carefully, two agents accompanied you in the room.
“He’s ready,” strong voice whispered straight into your ear.
You didn’t realize that you supervisor has entered the room; he did it so quietly that you almost jumped at the tone of his voice. You felt his breath on your cheek. It smelled like cheese that had been left in the back of a broken refrigerator– for, say, a month. You stopped yourself from a gag reflex by turning your head slightly aside.
“Mint?” You offered politely, pulling little packing out from pocket of your uniform.
Man had politely declined, and you nodded lightly.
“He’s ready to comply,” the lieutenant repeated. “But his last two performances made us worried. The High Command instructed me to take steps to exterminate this Asset,” man informed casually.
You shrugged, shaking your head. “I don’t think so, comrade lieutenant,” you replied in a deep voice when you heard his last sentence, “He is ready but only partially. We cannot be sure that he won’t betray us.”
Lieutenant threw you a cold glance as he scratched his chin. “Exactly. So, miss Y/N? How long will it take?”
You frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, comrade…”
“I ASKED HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO TRAIN HIM, Y/N?” This time man growled, you noticed with the corner of the eye that he clenched hands in fists. “I’m giving you one last chance to rebuilt our faith in this piece of trash. His former handler wasn’t too involved in our requests,and you good know how had he ended.”
“Yes, I know,” you admitted, “But I… I am not sure…” You swallowed hardly before speaking out loudly. “He’s unstable, we all know this.”
You looked through the mirror to watch Barnes doing dead lift with a huge load. You stopped breathing for a second when you realized that Asset was looking straight at you. Moment later, you cooled yourself down – he couldn’t see you through this kind of a mirror. You knew it, yet a strange, unspoken fear remained in the back of your head.
Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by your supervisor. Older man smirked rudely. “What? Are you afraid of our minion?” He chuckled awfully, and bared his nicotine stained teeth.
You took a quick breath and kept the poker face. “No, comrade. I’m not afraid at all. Give me a week, and I’ll do the most loyal figure of him,” you said, looking at Barnes through the glass, “He won’t try anything ever again, I guarantee,” you added.
Man turned around and was about leaving the room but he stopped next to you to pat your shoulder. “You have one week. Not a minute more.” After these words, man left the room along with two other agents.
You let out a shaky breath, then rubbed your temples to calm yourself down.
You looked at your reflection in the one-way mirror, and left the room quickly, heading straight to the gym.
The Asset was now working with a punching bag.
You frowned as you noticed some blood on his knuckles. “Enough,” you said loudly.
He gave you a brief look but he didn’t stop. He was still slamming into the punching bag.
“ENOUGH, ASSET!” You yelled loudly.
He stopped, leaning his forehead against the ratty material of the bag. “What do you want, Y/N?” He asked simply.
You crossed arms over your chest, looking at him. “Listen, you’ll be training with me from today. You’ll also be assisting me in my daily tasks, do you understand?” You tried to sound firmly but your voice almost faded out with last three words as you saw a smirk on his lips. “What’s so funny, Asset?”
He tilted his head to look at you, he ran his tongue over his lips. “We’ll see who will be training whom,” his blue eyes were looking straight into yours, and you felt uncomfortably, what made him smirk even wider. “But okay. Deal,” he agreed as he stretched his back, presenting all the tensed muscles.
You felt your heart skipped a beat at the view but you tried to keep straight face. “Tomorrow. At 6:00. At the driveway. And don’t be late,” you informed him before you left the gym.
As soon as you did, you rested your back against the cold wall, gasping for air.
Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?
Chapter: 1 of ?
Warnings: none
Words: 1325
Author:Rouge
A/N: this very first chapter was written for @arawynn‘s writing challenge. My prompt was “do you have permission to be here?”.
Surrounded by four grey walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by others – anything to pass time. He was slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall’s blank stare. He wasn’t sure about anything. He didn’t know who he used to be. He couldn’t remember any certain moment from his past, just few random memories were always going through his mind, however he couldn’t place them in time. Were they real? Or was it just his imagination that was tricking him?
The darkness swirled around his curled form on his bed, tendrils of inkling bleak reminders of his solitude. The silence echoing in his ears was the constant white noise that never shut up. Her head swam in the fire burning inside, the only smoldering embers of a time where there had been other presences with him, around him, in him. But then, the void had been slowly filled with a cold, howling storm of fear that refused to ever let up. He was completely and utterly alone in his mind, body, soul, and most of all, entirely alone in the world.
The knock came quietly first and then there was silence. He frowned a bit, slowly raising his head and turning it to the door. “Who’s there?” He asked, his voice husky and unpleasant.
The knock was louder and faster this time, no one has responded at his previous question. Long-haired man got up and within three large steps he was next to the metal door. He opened them and frowned slightly.
In front of his door, in the dim light of fluorescents, you were standing, looking around.
He let his glance along your form, from the bottom to the top as he leaned his flesh forearm against doorframe. “Do you have permission to be here?” He asked simply, his cold gaze was still on her.
You nodded, you were visibly hesitating. “Yes…” Your voice was nothing more but a whisper. It didn’t, however, make him less unpleasant. He simply didn’t care about you, yet he was pretty curious about purpose of your visit in a dungeon.
“I’ve asked you a question. Who the hell are you?” He repeated, his voice was deeper this time.
“My name’s Y/N. I am your new handler.”
He blinked and it was when he noticed a large briefcase in your hands. It was definitely not what he was expecting this evening to bring.
“You’re wrong, Y/N. My handler’s doing pretty good. He’s upstairs, having a training with other agents.” Man replied with a light shrug. “I don’t need you. Go away.”
He turned around in an attempt of closing door but you stopped him, slipping your leather boot between doorframe.
“Here,” you opened the briefcase and pulled out some document, handling it to him, “read this if you don’t believe me.”
Man let out a loud, irritated sigh but he took the paper from you. His eyes were getting wider and wider while he was reading the contents of document. His handler has died in a car accident at morning. He had enough bad luck to get hit by an armored car while being with other Hydra’s agents in the small village nearby.
“Impossible.” He scoffed out. He looked at you, a wry grimace on his face.
“Well, I didn’t come here to have some gossips with you.” You said. “We have a mission tomorrow. We gotta get prepared. Let me in and stop wasting our time, okay?”
He cocked his brow but shifted away, letting you in to his chamber.
When you got in, he closed the door behind you and walked to his small bed to take a seat at the edge of an old mattress.
You put your briefcase on the tiny table next to small, barred window. You sat on its counter, crossing your legs nicely, looking straight at him.
“Do you know anything about your next mission, asset?” You asked him.
He nodded simply, shrugging. “Yea. Gotta kill the prime minister of Russia.”
You nodded. “Good. Remember that you…”
“… have to stay undetected, ma’am. I’m not an idiot. It’s not my first task.” His voice was cold like his glance that was still on you.
You remained silent for a while, then nodded. “Yes. Exactly this, asset. Get up and take off your shirt.”
He cocked his brows but obeyed your order. He slowly took off his grey shirt and tossed it onto bed. The view of his muscular chest and flesh arm made you speechless.
“Do you need any configurations of your… metal arm?” You asked, swallowing hardly. You had to admit to yourself that this man was handsome and that your heart skipped a beat when you were observing him, staying there half-naked in front of you.
“No.” He said simply and took step towards you.
You held your breath when he stopped in front of you. He leaned down and stopped his handsome face barely few centimeters from yours.
“You’re scared. I see this. Why they assigned you to someone like me?”
A gentle tilt of his head made you even weaker and you had to put all of your strengths into keeping a straight face.
“They found me the right person for this job.” You shrugged slightly, turning your head aside a bit to avoid his glance. “I was a handler before so I assure you that I…”
“I’ve never said you’re a wrong person, haven’t’ I?” He simply cupped your cheeks with his metal hand and forced you to look him in the eye. “If you were a handler, you shouldn’t be scared, yet you are. Why?”
His breath hit your cheek as he whispered into your ear. You swallowed hardly before you answered. “I’ve never worked with someone like you. You’re distinguished. You’ve never failed. And you’ve killed so many people… Wouldn’t it be stupid of me if I wouldn’t be scared, huh?” A little smirk appeared on your lips for a second or so, then it has vanished when you met his steel blue eyes.
“Good.” He let your cheeks and stretched his back. Man turned around and walked to his bed, slowly putting shirt on, his every muscle was so tensed.
You bit your lip, chewing it softly. The truth was that you were cooperating with American government and you were a spy. When you infiltrated Hydra’s household, you were on a straight way to get sergeant James Barnes and take him back home. You knew there was a long way in front of you to finish this case. And since he opened his door for you minutes before, you knew it won’t be easy to gain his trust. But there was no turning back. You had to do your best to keep things right.
He turned his face to you, his cold glance was on you again. “Better get some sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be tough.” He said and pointed at door.
You gave a simple nod and took your briefcase with you.
When you opened door, you stopped for a second. “See you tomorrow… Sergeant Barnes…” You whispered and quickly left, closing door behind you.
He frowned and ran after you, opening door widely. “How did you call me, Y/N?!” He yelled but you didn’t stop until you turned into another corridor.
You put your back to the wall, breathing deeply, you struggled for every breath, trying to calm your heartbeat.
The asset was standing in his door, then he simply closed them. Many thoughts were running through his head at that moment. He laid down onto his bed, slipping hands beneath his head.
Barnes. Who was Barnes? He had a feeling he has heard this somewhere before but he couldn’t remember where.
He felt a blackness come over him. He finally closed his eyes as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Summary: You move to a new house with Bucky. When you both start cleaning, something unexpected happens. Bucky meets Roomba vacuum cleaner for the very first time
Warnings: None, just scared Bucky.
Words: 1105
Authors: Cass & Toro
You sighed deeply looking around the flat.
You loved to share your life with Bucky but you had to admit that he wasn’t the type of cleaner at all.
You went to meet him at upper floor of your new, common flat and looked at him with serious face. “Bucky… It’s time to clean.” You said firmly, crossing arms over your chest.
He was still in bed. Bucky opened his eyes and gave you a lazy glance. “Can’t we do this a bit later? It’s only…” he checked the clock at the nightstand, “it’s only 8am, Y/N! I am not used to get up at such early hour and you know this.”
Bucky took your pillow and put it onto his face, hiding under it.
“Bucky! No, we can’t! We need to do this now. The sooner we start, the sooner we will finish.” You said taking the pillow off his face. “Come on now, move your sexy ass.”
Bucky growled loudly. He got up reluctantly, running hand through his hair. “What with breakfast? I’m hungry.” He grunted lazily, yawning shortly after.
You smiled and kissed his cheek. “So go grab a snack. The fridge is full, sweetie. Go and I will plan our work here. House is big and there are only two of us.” You explained.
Bucky rolled his eyes and went to a drawer. He pulled out too big T-shirt and put it on. He decided to not change his sweatpants though. “Okaaay. Let it be. But I won’t be vacuuming, ya know I hate it.” He shrugged and went downstairs.
You looked at him and bit your lips, admiring his features. “Oh! I know. Don’t worry about this. I will take care of it for you.” You waved your hand and followed him. “You know, I think I’ll take the bottom part of house and you will clean the upper one. What do you think?”
“Whatever suits you.” Bucky replied as he opened the fridge.
He grabbed a sausage and took a bite. “I can clean our bedroom. And wash floors. I don’t know.” He responded with full mouth as he was chewing.
You rolled your eyes. “First swallow, then talk, Buck. You know, no talking with a full mouth.” You smiled at him. “I’m glad you’re so eager to clean, sweetie! So we do as I say. You take top and I take bottom. Just do everything that needs to be done on the upper part.”
He shrugged as he swallowed. “Yea. I know, m’kay? Imma big boy, I kinda now how to tide flat up, yea?” He patted your arm. “Don’t ya worry, child, you’ll be happy with my work.”
He smiled briefly at you, then he simply left kitchen to go upstairs.
You sighed heavily and shrugged. “Well, if you say so, old guy.” You shook your head and also left the kitchen.
You quickly went upstairs to find your new Roomba cleaner. “Bucky’s gonna love this little robot. He hates vacuuming. Hope you will do your job, little buddy.” You giggled and turned it on, putting it onto floor.
Bucky ended cleaning your common bedroom and bathroom.
“Hmmm. What’s next?” Bucky rubbed his beard as he was thinking what to do next.
It was when Barnes heard some strange noises from the corridor.
You hummed a happy tune while cleaning shelves from the dust.
When you were done, you looked around. “Okay, shelves are done. What now… What now?” You questioned yourself, snapping your fingers.
Bucky slowly made it to the door. He slowly half-opened them and sticked his head out, taking a look.
His heart stopped for a second when he spotted little form on the floor, several feets away.
He instinctively closed the door and leaned his back over them. He was breathing loudly. “What the fuck…” He whispered as he heard the noises got closer to his door.
You continued to hum your tune, walking around the living room and cleaning whatever you could find.
“Wonder how Bucky is doing up there. He and little robot. I think I’m gonna name it.” You thought out loudly, cleaning the coffee table.
Meantime, Bucky found a courage and opened the door again. He walked out of the room when noises vanished.
He slowly walked along corridor. Suddenly, he stopped. Bucky heard some humming noise behind his back. He slowly turned his head around and paled.
The little thing he have seen a moment before has just driven out of the guest room. Not only that, it was going slowly directly in his direction!
Bucky looked around and grabbed only thing he found – a mop.
“You little fucker!” He yelled and hit metal surface with the stick. “Y/N! Come here now! I think someone’s spying us with some creepy device!”
You blinked and quickly ran to Bucky. “WHAT?! What, happened? Who is spying? What creepy device?!” You asked these questions, looking around, confused.
You bursted with a loud laugh when you saw the robot. “Bucky… Sweetie. Really?” You asked, wiping tears away.
“What’s so funny, huh?!” Bucky yelled. He patted the device with the stick. “I bet someone’s spying on us. Maybe someone from Hydra came here when we were gone and left this little machine.” Bucky suggested seriously as he knelt down and took the thing in his hands. “Such a hellish device…”
You laughed and took the device from him. “You know, this ‘hellish device’ is ours and it’s not spying on you. It’s cleaning all dirt and crumbs that you left on this floor, sweetie.” You explained and looked at him, turning the device off. “Bucky, meet the Roomba cleaner.”
“Roo… Room-what?” He cocked his brows, tilting his head. “What do you mean by OURS? Why haven’t I seen this shit before?” He started to wave his hands. “I almost had a heartattack!”
“Roomba cleaner. Our little robot that vaccum the floor. You said you hate vacuuming. So I decided to buy it as a surprise for you.” You shrugged and giggled. “Nah! Don’t be so dramatic, handsome.” You said before kissing his cheek.
“Next time, just don’t do such a things to me without informing me.” Bucky giggled shorty. “Roomba cleaner… Hah! I have a better name for it. Vacuuming monster.”
“I was thinking about naming it Sam. I mean, you already hate it and you hate him, so maybe?” You shrugged and giggled. “I’ll never forget how scared you were. All because of this little thing.” You shook your head.
Bucky rolled his eyes, laughing and running fingers through his long hair. “Ah, you.” He giggled. “I’ll never be cleaning again!”
Summary: Former Winter Soldier isn’t sure who he really is. Struggling with the dark past and the metallic voice in his head, he tries to recoup what he had lost.
Warnings: None at this point.
Words: 548
Authors:Beast
A/N: I’ve decided to create my first Bucky’s POV story, hope y’all enjoy it.
“Who do you think you are?” Asks the voice deep inside his head.
I don’t know who am I anymore, he thinks, grinning sadly. He looks down at his metal fingers and how they’re glistening in the setting sun as he stretches them slowly.
The wind blows him straight in the face but he doesn’t mind it at all. Practically, he likes it.
He spent another day by lurking along city streets, without any particular reason. He enjoyed getting lost in the street buzz. And Bucharest was an adorable place to be lost in. The streets were saturated with the remains of communism, although the renewed parts of the city were pulsating with modernized life.
Now, he was sitting at Dâmbovița River, leaning his back against an old linden. Unexpectedly, man shivers when the same voice as before says something loudly inside his mind.
“You’re nothing, just a piece of trash that nobody has ever needed,” voice is getting louder and louder with every second.
SHUT UP!, he shakes his head. You’re not real.
This time, however, the voice doesn’t seem to disappear. “Murderer. You’ve killed so many innocent people. Who do you think you are?
He gets up from the ground and hits the tree’s trunk with metal fist several times. I am not a FUCKING MURDERER!, he screams, he doesn’t pay any attention to few people that stare at him in disbelief.
But the voice gets only louder, spreading through his mind and reaching every single part of his body. "You’re nothing but Winter Soldier, serial killer, piece of trash, the unnecessary system bug which should be removed as soon as possible. But don’t ya worry, they’re coming for ya.”
He turns head around, his hood falls almost on his eyes. He’s afraid, like an animal that got into the hunter’s trap. Are THEY really coming after him???
“Are you okay, sir?” An old woman comes to him, tilting head aside a bit. “Do you need help?”
He struggles with a will to ran. He gently pushes the woman and goes ahead but sinks onto his knees after few steps.
“MURDERER.” The voice keeps humming. “MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!”
He catches his head and with the corner of the eye, he can see how people take steps back as his metal limb is revealed. But he doesn’t care of them. Man only cares to get rid of that awful voice that is pounded somewhere to his brain. He wants to be deaf at all the screams he can hear in his mind and soul, the screams of people he has killed. And these metal clang of that fucking bionic arm! It tears his personality apart. He doesn’t know anymore if he’s a human being whether a machine without emotions.
But there’s a silver lining somewhere in his heart. A familiar male voice, he doesn’t recognize it but somehow it makes that nice warmth spreads across his flesh.
“… till the end of the line…”
At the same second, the metallic voice in his head tries to be louder to deafen the male voice. But he knows the male voice either way…
Man opens his steel blue eyes widely, the last rays of setting sun make them glisten with a comprehension. He screams.
Summary: You are Bucky’s girlfriend. After another fight, he comes back home being so aggressive. After his abusive behavior you leave. However, you realize shortly after that you love him too much to leave him like that, so you go back to his flat to show him how much you care.
Request by: @blue-dragon-ice Request: So I wanna you and Beast write a Bucky one shot where he is a boxer and he comes back home after the fight and you take care of him.
You were sitting on a couch, impatiently looking at the clock.
It was getting late and Bucky still didn’t come back home as he always did around this hour. You still couldn’t get used to fact that your boyfriend was a boxer. You hated seeing him coming back home while being beaten up.
Worst times were when he was losing the fight. He was coming home hurt and in a very bad mood.
Bucky was looking down at his swollen fists.
Another fight came to an end and of course, he had gotten disqualified. Only because he hit that other fucker straight in the back, breaking his spine. He couldn’t help fact that he sometimes was forgetting, how much energy his metal arm can cause.
Bucky was slowly going back home, letting cold wind ruffle his hair.
He was hiding his metal arm under blouse, so no one could noticed, what a freak was walking down the street.
You jumped when you heard the door slammed in the hall.
You already knew that Bucky was back. Just because of sounds of his steps you could say he was angry.
This was when you got worried and quickly ran to bathroom to get aid kit, then you returned on couch, ready for everything.
Bucky stepped in the living room taking his blouse through his head and tossing it in the corner of room.
He didn’t say a single word, he only glanced at you with his blue eyes which were radiating with anger.
“Bucky… How… How was it?” You asked even if you knew that everything went wrong. You just wanted to be polite. “God… Bucky. You look like a mess…” You got up from your seat and walked to him, taking his face into your small, soft hands. “I have kit… Come on… Let’s clean that handsome face.” You said quietly.
Bucky, however, strongly pushed you away. “Leave me, Y/N. Don’t touch me.” He let out a low growl looking straight into your eyes.
Bucky passed you by and headed to bathroom, where he washed his face with cold water. He spitted a blood clot to the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
“But…. Sweetie… You need some medical attention… I can do this. At last take care of your face….” You said and smiled at him softly as you followed him. “I am sure you will feel better… I will be gently. I promise.”
“I fucking said I don’t need it, Y/N!” Bucky yelled turning around to face you. “Are you really that fucking stupid to be so dumb to not understand what I tell you?!” He raised his metal hand taking an aim but at the last moment he took a step back hitting the mirroring with metal fist, causing a lot of noise, when mirror turned into tiny pieces, scattering around the bathroom.
“But… But Bucky. I… I just try to help.” You said quietly taking few steps back.
This was something normal for him and you hated this type of behaviour but you loved him at the same time and tried your best to accept every of his disadvantages.
“Leave me alone!” Bucky turned to you and pushed back hardly. When you hit with your back at the wall of corridor, Bucky threw you last angry glance and closed bathroom’s door in front of your nose.
“Bucky! Can you stop this? This happens everytime! I try to help you and you are like’ ‘No! I am Bucky and I will be mad at the whole world because I lost.’ This is a stupid behaviour.” You growled.
It was enough to trigger him. Bucky opened the door that hardly that he ripped them out of hinges. He took one long step towars you and grabbed your collar picking you up. With other hand he slapped your cheek twice, then he simply threw you on the floor like a doll.
“Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking bitch!” He growled.
You looked at him from the floor. “I have enough! It’s always the same! I try to help because I love you and you act like a psycho! I am leaving, it’s over! I won’t tolerate your abusive behavior anymore!” You yelled and then got up from floor.
You went to your common bedroom, grabbed a bag, you packed few stuff and quickly left his flat, slamming the door behind you.
Meantime, Bucky went to his bedroom and he got undressed, stepping out of his jeans and boxers, then Bucky flopped on the bed and slipped hand under head.
He was laying like this, naked, looking at the ceiling. He let his thoughts to float in his mind. Every single noise, like the clock’s tick-tack in the hall was triggering his anxiety.
A view of you laying down on the floor came out of sudden to his mind and he shivered as he let a single tear run down his black and blue cheek. Immediately, some images of Hydra’s base crawled to the back of his head.
Bucky yelled loudly covering his head with a pillow. Finally, after some time, he fell asleep.
You went to one of your frends. Good for you that she let you to stay.
You sat on small bed and sighed deeply, thinking of what was about to happen. You couldn’t leave your Bucky like that. You were really worried.
He was having another nightmare.
Someone was chasing him in the woods.
Bucky got up with a scream, he was covered in cold sweat.
After some time, he fell asleep again.
It was crazy idea but you decided to return to him. You put on his favourite dress. You good knew he was always going crazy about it.
You slowly sneaked into your shared flat, taking you were still having the keys and you looked around.
It was late, so Bucky for sure was sleeping. You slowly went to bedroom.
Bucky was covered with quilt from the waist down. His muscular torso was tensed, yet he was breathing steadily.
You smiled sadly looking at his poor face.
“Buck…” You whispered getting closer to bed. “Bucky.” You repeated as you sat on bed and put hand to his cheek.
Bucky only shifted a bit, he was too tired to wake up. He only mumbled something under his breath and stretched his back a bit.
You gently kissed his neck. “Bucky… Wake up, sweetie.” You said, gently grabbing his shoulder.
Bucky opened eyes lazily and when he noticed you by his side, he instinctively shifted away.
“I thought you were having enough of me.” He mumbled rubbing over his beard with metal fingers.
“I know Bucky… I am sorry. I just missed you so much. How do you feel, sweetie?” You asked and moved closer to him. “You had nightmares again.” You noticed and gently stroked his hair. “I was worried about you.”
He only sighed and turned head aside trying to fall asleep again. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” He said simply closing his eyes.
You looked at him and kissed his head. “Don’t lie to me. I love you too much and I know you for too long. Come here.” You said and opened your arms for him.
It always worked when any of you were in a bad mood. Bucky was always calming down in your arms.
He looked at you briefly and then rolled into your arms with loud sigh. “You got me.”
You hugged him and giggled. “I always get you, sweetie.” You said and kissed his lips gently.
Bucky wasn’t up to kissing you back but he did without protesting. “I am tired. It’s middle of the night..” He put head on your thigh.
You smiled at him. “I think you should relax after today, you know?”
After these words, you kissed him again.
He gave kiss back but then slowly turned on his back. “Y/N, not now..” He gently stroked your knee.
“Just relax, Bucky.” You whispered into his ear and started to kiss his neck. Slowly, you moved down his body, placing gentle kisses on every inch of his chest.
You placed yourself between his legs after throwing quilt off and then smiled at him, gently kissing his abdomen. “I didn’t put this dress on for no reason.”
He smiled at you with still closed eyes. “No.. No, I don’t want to.. I didn’t deserve it. I was an asshole again.”
But he brushed his thumb over your cheek.
“Well… You deserved it. Only if you will promise me that you will be a good man from now on. Okay? No attacks of anger nor anything. Promise this.” You said and your hand slowly moved to his crotch.
Bucky shivered at the touch and he raised a bit, he leant his weight on elbows. “I’ll try to put all anger and bad thoughts into my black box.”
He was observing you and a little blush crept onto his cheeks when he realized he was completely exposed.
You kissed his abdomen, making sure that your teeth gently grazed his skin. Then, you slowly moved blanket away and smiled at him.
“Someone was too lazy to put on his pajamas.” You hummed.
Your hand was gently wrapped around his member. You gave him few long strokes before moving his length closer to your lips. Your tongue made few lazy circles around his tip before you took him into your warm mouth.
“Oh.. God..” Bucky hung his mouth open as he closed his eyes.
That was all he needed. He was enjoying the warmth of your mouth and instinctively, he bucked his hips a bit to slip his cock down your throat.
You purred deeply and allowed him to fuck your mouth. You looked at him before slipping his cock into your throat as deep as you only could.
At the same moment, your hand traveled to his balls. You started to gently stroke him, sucking his cock harder.
His metal hand found its way to your hair. He grabbed a handful of them as he hold your head in a place. Bucky was bucking his hips harder with every moment, soon holding your head with both hands and fucking your mouth like the hell he wanted.
“Fuck, Y/N, you know, what does your man truly love..” He grunted deeply.
You moaned softly and growled around him, making sure that he will feel every little vibration coming from your mouth. Your hand started to work faster on his balls, massaging and squeezing them harder and harder with every minute.
Bucky was moaning loudly at that point. His gasps and grunting were mixing all the time.
“I can’t, Y/N..” Bucky whimpered loudly when he felt, how his cock started to throb.
You pulled him out from your mouth and licked his tip. “Good, sweetie. Please, cum in my mouth. Give me everything you have.” You said before taking him back in and sucking him as hard as you only could. At the same time your hands started to squeeze his balls hardly.
It took few longer movements. Then Bucky cum in your mouth, shooting his warm load deep down your throat. He rolled his head back on the pillows when his eyesight got blurry from the orgasm, which he hit really hard. His whole body was covered in sweat and he was gasping for air, trying to calm his senses down.
You purred loudly and swallowed everything he had given you.
You watched him proudly. “So… will you be a good boy now?” You asked moving up to kiss his lips.
Bucky pushed you down, he rolled on top of you. He kissed you deeply, looking at you wish glistening eyes. “I’ll do my best.”
Then he made himself comfortable on your chest and he closed eyes while listening to your heartbeat. “Love you.”
You stroked his hair and kissed his forehead with a smile on your lips. “I love you too, Bucky.”
SUMMARY: Bucky was hurt by you.You’ve cheated on him with his best friend. Will he prevail his anger and forgive you?
A/N: Hi. This story is written for @thepaperpanda and their writing challenge. My prompt was white. Thank you for allowing me to take part in this challenge ♥
WORD COUNT: 1117
You saw that disbelief in Bucky’s eyes when he was standing on the threshold of your bedroom glancing at you on Steve’s laps.
He was deeply hurt, you could easily feel it. Being his girlfriend has taught you a lot, most that when you’ll mess with him, he won’t forget and you’ll pay, sooner or later for what you’ve done against him.
This story was really interesting! It was so great story to read! Thank you for sharing your talent with us! Thank you so much for your participation. ~Greetings from Panda Squad. 🐼❤️
Warnings: major character’s death,
slight cursing, a lot of sadness & angst
SUMMARY: Bucky’s still in a shock
after a misadventure, as a result of which Captain America has died. Reader’s
trying to comfort him, even when the fault is on Bucky’s side…
Author: Rouge
A/N: story has
been written for the writing challenge made by @letsimagineitall
It was painful to see
him like this. All you could do was embrace him and let the torrent of his
tears to soak through your shirt. You could feel him clench his fists, not
knowing whether to be mad or to give up hope all together. You could hear him
silently screaming, suffocating with each breath he took holding onto his
pride. You ran your fingers through his hair, time and time again, in an attempt
to calm the silent war within his mind.
“Everything’s gonna be alright, Buck.”
You slowly stroked his muscular shoulder trying to comfort him as much as it
was possible.
“Go away,
Y/N!”
Bucky pushed your hand away aa he rose from the couch and went apace to the
huge window with a view on the city below.
He leant his metal forearm against the glass and let out a loud sigh wiping his
tears off.
You hesitated. You weren’t sure how will he react, when you will try to get
close to him again. You good knew he was a ball of anger now.
But you found a courage and slowly rose from the couch. You headed towards him.
“Don’t, Y/N.”
It sounded like an order, so you stopped immediately.
“Bucky.. Darling…”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Y/N!”
Bucky yelled loudly and went out of the room.
Instinctively, you’ve followed him.
He slammed into the bathroom door. Bucky didn’t care if you saw. He just broke
down. The sobs punched through, ripping through his muscles, bones, and guts.
Man pressed his forehead against the grimy stall door and began to let his
heart yank in and out of his chest.
His life crumbled in his fingertips.
You weren’t scared at that point. You knew you have to do everything. To calm
him down.
“Bucky” you mumbled quietly as you approached him. Your hand was
placed on his nape where you stroked him. “Calm. Down. And talk with
me.”
You were kinda surprised, when he didn’t pull away from you.
And when he sank onto his knees, you did same, embracing his shoulders.
He sobbed into your chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your shirt. You held
him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked your chest. A tiny lapse
let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again,
his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of
sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him
back into the outstretched arms of his grief.
“Hush, Buck… It wasn’t your fault, darling” you said in the most
mild tone you could ever make.
“I wanna disappear” he whispered quietly as he breathed heavily.
“You should be pretending you don’t know me. You should stay away from me.
I’m dangerous. It would be better if you would just erase me from your life,
Y/N..”
“I can’t just forget you. That’s not how it works” you told him
unhesitatingly.
He closed his eyes, his head has rested on your laps.
As you were stroking his nape, you let your thoughts flow at ease.
Two days before was the saddest day ever.
Bucky has killed Captain America.
It was nothing more but a misadventure.
Both men were on the mission to Serbia. There, they branch has been attacked by
enemies. They were taken by surprise.
Bucky managed to escape from under the firing. Of course, he was trying to come
back for Steve. He found his pal, when Captain was attacked by heavily armed
enemy soldier.
Trying to help his friend, Bucky took the aim and shot. He was aiming to the
foe.
But the other one was much faster. Guy pulled Captain ahead, using him as a
shield.
The bullet went straight through Captain’s chest, piercing his aorta.
The second man disappeared, when the chaos has reigned.
Bucky, being in panic and shock, was about to do something to save his friend.
But it was too late…
“B.. Buck…”
“Hush.. Oh God, hush, Steve. You need to stay
conscious. Do you hear me? Focus. Natasha!!
For fuck’s sake! Quickly!”
Steve choked
with his own blood.
“Oh God! Steve! STEVE! Motherfucker, don’t ya
dare to close those eyes!”
Steve reached
hand placing it in Bucky’s metal arm.
“Don’t…. D… Blame.. Yourself..”
“Shut up, pal. You need to stay calm.
Everything’s gonna be alright!”
Steve closed
his eyes.
Bucky pressed
the wound on his friend’s chest with his bionic hand.
“No! No! No! Rogers, you old prick, don’t do
this to me!! Natasha!!! You fucking
bitch, move your fucking ass up here! Steve’s dying!”
“Buck.. Cold.”
Huge tears
rolled over Bucky’s cheeks.
“Steve. I beg you. Stay with me. You have to
stay with me, brother. I won’t make this without you! We’re brothers under the
Sun.. Remember?”
“Mmmmhmm… Ah.. ..It’s burning..”
Captain’s
voice was nothing but a quiet whisper, although his lips seemed to not move at
all.
“Hush, Steve, I’m with you, pal.. Oh God, what
I’ve done..”
“I won’t forget you…” Bucky, trembling all over his body,
reached with his metal fingers to Steve’s eyes and he slowly closed them down. “You’ll never be replaced…
Forgive me..”
Captain America has passed away in Bucky’s arms.
“I’m a monster. How can you even look at me?” his voice has broke
down. “I’m a fucking murderer. It will be better if you will forget me.
Forget us.”
“I won’t.”
This time you hissed angrily.
“You know I love you. No matter what. We are a couple. I’ll be with you
for good and for bad.”
He nuzzled to your knees.
“Look. Imma mess. I’ve let all those people down.. I’ve let myself down.
I’ve killed Captain. I’ve killed my friend.. I’ve murdered him…”
You wanted to slap him in the face. He was pissing you out with blaming
himself. It was an accident. And everyone knew it.
“I will never leave your side. We’re in this together.”
As you touched his yet wet cheek, he shivered under your touch.
“Will.. You won’t leave?” he raised his chin to look you in the eye.
“Never. And I won’t forget you. You’re the best thing in my life.”
He nodded.
You woke up in the middle of the night after a terrifying nightmare.
Instinctively and blindly, you touched the second part of your bed.
You let out a sigh of relief, when your hand rested on his bionic limb.
He was there. He didn’t run away.
It was a sign. That he was trusting you. That was the most important.
You knew a hard time was about to come.
But you were prepared. Not only for yourself.
A/N: my
best friend has been diagnosed as borderline. Currently I have an occasion to
spend a lot of time with him, I am also a witness of his anxiety and panic
attacks, of his rage outbursts and incertitude, which is overhelming him on and
on. Looking at him one day a thought came up to my mind: if BPD can be caused
by some traumatic experiences, maybe Bucky was suffering to similar symptoms
also. After all things Hydra had done to him, I suppose he might likely suffered
from this disorder. That’s why I decided to make a little series of bpd!Bucky. The story, all names, characters, and incidents
portrayed in this production are fictitious. Based on a true events.
From the very beginning you were more worried than
happy about that idea of Steve. Despite your positive attitude towards Bucky,
you good knew he may cause a lot of problems.
But on the other hand you understood what Steve has
been going through for last couple of years. Notorious uncertainty, sadness,
sorrow. He was a mess and you wanted to do anything to comfort him.
When you heard that Shield finally found Bucky, alive,
you felt a deep relief. It meant the end of Steve’s mental pain. It meant that
since then everything could have been seen only in a bright colors.
When Steve came to you with his idea of taking Bucky
to your common house, you didn’t even try to hide your dissatisfaction. A lot
of arguments had taken place then in between two of you. But finally Steve
managed to melt your heart and you said yes.
However, keeping the good of your child in your mind,
you ensured Steve that if something wrong will about to happen, you will move
out, taking baby with you. He agreed on that little deal without blinking.
You had to reconcile with a fact your man was sharing
his love at three, not only at two… It obviously was hurting you, sometimes
Bucky seemed to be Steve’s number one, but you had to accept it. They were
friends since childhood, they grew up together, they were fighting together,
arm to arm. In such situation you could do nothing. You didn’t want to hurt
Steve by your listlessness at Bucky’s problems. You knew that man went through
a lot in his life. Like Steve, Bucky Barnes was only a pawn in that brutal
game. Like everyone of you…
When you met him for the first time since 5 years, you
were shocked.
He looked incredibly good, some bruises still could
have been seen at his muscular arm and neck, few scars on his collarbones, a
swollen jaw. But he looked good as for someone who has been tortured for
months.
But something had changed and you easily felt that.
His eyes.
There were no more happiness in them. That beautiful
blue eyes of his, which were glowing with a mischief sparks formerly, now were
dark and bereft the will of life.
“Y/N! Can you hold the door please!?” Steve screamed
aloud.
You got up from the leather sofa in living room and
quickly went to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw several boxes and a
bit of Steve’s bangs above them.
“Do you need help?” you asked amicably, opening doors
as wide as you could.
“No, dear, just hold on them” Steve said. Slowly and
carefully he passed through the threshold and put boxes down in the hallway.
You were observing him for a while, then you sight
fell on someone standing in front of the door.
James Bucky Barnes.
Standing there dressed in a large black leather
jacket, dark jeans and grey shirt, with a black hat on his head, Bucky slowly
raised his chin and looked briefly into your eyes.
“Hi, Y/N” he gave you a small smile, a little wince
appeared on his face.
“Bucky” you smiled happily, whispering his name and
taking step back to make a space for him. “Come in, come in.”
Hesitantly he walked inside and then you closed the
door behind him making sure they were locked.
“Follow me” you gave him another smile and you led him
to the large living room.
It was the biggest room in Steve’s house. One wall had
windows and door leading to a big balcony. The room was painted in light orange
mixed with lime. The floorboards were made of pear tree wood that had a nice,
warm shade. There was a brownish carpet with an abstractive pattern in the
middle of the room. Steve had fitted your common living room with stylish furniture.
There was a big dark brown leather corner sofa on the left. It had light brow cushions.
In front of it, there was an ebony coffee table with sculptured legs and edges.
There also were two brown armchairs. The table were placed on the carpet. Next
to the sofa, there was a tall lamp which metal parts were coloured patina gold.
Opposite to the sofa there was a big plasma TV standing on a stand similar to
the coffee table. Below the TV there was a black DVD player. Right to it, an
ebony case with clouded glass doors could be found. There also was a small
showcase where you put some books, films and wine glasses. Above the sofa there
was a wide painting showing a stunning sunset on a seaside. The windows were
decorated with a short white delicate curtain and fantasy yellow drape. On the
windowsill, there standed a flowerpot with an orchid. Next to it there was a
picture frame with a photo made on your vacation in Dubai. The room was really warm and cosy.
“Do you want to drink something?” you asked politely
when Bucky sat on the sofa.
“Coffee, please…” he looked at you and took his hat off, placing it next to
him.
You walked to the kitchen and put a kettle on a stove.
Suddenly you felt a pair of familiar strong hands at your slim waist.
“Thank you…” Steve whispered directly into your ear,
leaning down to kiss your cheek from behind. “It means a lot not only to me,
Y/N.”
“I know, Steve” you gave a slight nod and slowly turned your head towards him
so you could reach his rough lips and kissed them.
Steve hummed happily at the unexpected kiss, his grasp
got tighten around your waist.
With an agile movement you slipped out of his arms,
pecking his lips.
“He is my friend too, Steve” you said, pouring a
boiling water to the cup with black coffee. “It was obvious I’ll say yes in a respond to your idea” you
shrugged slightly. “I was and am still worried about Sebastian, our child.” you
lifted your chin and sadly glanced at Steve.
He rubbed his chin.
“I know… But he is working on those… Outbursts..” Captain sighed deeply. “Okay. I will move boxes
to his room. They are still blocking the passage through the corridor” he let
out a quiet giggle before he left kitchen.
You took a cup of coffee and came back to the living
room.
“Here you go” you put the cup on the table, smiling at
Bucky and taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “So… How are you, Buck? You
look magnificent” you smirked warmly, crossing your legs.
“I’m doing good lately” he took a sip of coffee,
humming in an approval of the bitter taste. “You’re a real coffee master, Y/N.”
You laughed shortly.
“Oh, thank you! Charming as always, Buck!” you winked
at him.
He woke up in the middle of the night.
For a while he was laying motionless on his back,
glaring up at ceiling.
Then he slowly got up. When he was walking towards
bathroom, he could feel a chill at his bare legs and torso. He had only his
black boxers on.
He entered the bathroom and carefully closed the door
behind him, trying not to make any sounds which could woke you and Steve up.
Bucky
stared at the scars lining his right wrist, observing it as if from a great
distance. Other days he would count them and their meanings, one for every time they’d hurt him. Every time he hated
himself for lying to people he loved. But it was so easy, too easy for him to
promise them that he had taken the antidepressants.
And now, feeling the scars beneath his fingers, Bucky could picture it so
vividly that he could feel each sharp intake of breath, each tear that slid
from his pale skin. As the bathtub faucet ran cold water over his neck and the
blade glowed crimson beneath his clumsy fingers, his head would tilt back, his
mouth open in silent agony but also perverse joy, because he knew that he
should not be feeling this, doing this, enjoying this as he did. And his anger
exploded with each swift movement of the razor, his pain that so often
destroyed him coating the floor of the tub in sickening contrast to the pale
tile.
He remembered kneeling on this same floor, attacking his biceps until he could
take it no longer and fell back, exhausted, against the bathroom cabinet. It
was few weeks ago, when Steve agreed to doss him when he escaped the hospital
run by Shield.
The urge was so strong that he clenched his fists to keep from reaching for the
blade. It was so tempting. So painfully tempting. Bucky thought desperately of
his wrist again, aching to feel sadness for the delicate skin that he so
readily destroyed. He forced his fingers to stay on the shining tiles, but so
eager was he for the pain.. And he cut the skin once again, observing like a
little stream of redness was pouring down, mixing with a cold water at his
feet. He felt like his skin was burning under the touch of a cold razor, he
felt a bit dizzy because of the blood which was flowing out of the cut.
Bucky chuckled nervously, but it turned into breathless weeping.
He stayed here as long as he had to, until the urge was gone. Because he had to
fight this and he knew that. Because of the five words he kept repeating in his
mind, kept vowing, swearing to himself.
Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with
Bucky at all.
He saw her few times. They passed each other like a
ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the
woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even
talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.
He easily could feel that everything has changed.
Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that.
He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.
Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.
Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate
men from each other.
Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has
built up between him and Steve.
Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in
a premonition that something was wrong.
While he was looking for Steve, he heard a
conversation between two of the guards in canteen.
“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.
“I would give everything to be at his place at the
moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.”
“Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky
dude, isn’t he?”
“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain
Hydra now” older guy shrugged.
Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation.
He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily?
Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?
Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.
EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without
single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?
He couldn’t find an answer.
One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one
of the lowest levels of the complex.
There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and
no one else but Aiden Black himself.
“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked
viciously.
Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in
front of the man.
“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a
concern.
“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.
Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.
“He left. He has more important things to do instead
sitting here with you” man said.
Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.
“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He
wouldn’t…”
Black smirked again.
“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting
dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you
said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it,
Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us
and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the
room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back
and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned
down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a
lot of fun with your Em.”
The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife
stabbed into Bucky’s chest.
Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking
face.
Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they
would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.
“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly,
wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”
When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting
the table in front of him with his metal fist.
Evening had long since fallen, the
chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made
his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed
shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.
He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his
supervisors down.
Steve had to kill a director of some organization
named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was
willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only
knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.
He knew he should be careful, because, following the
information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their
own businesses.
Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the
terrain of the restricted area.
The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed
doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first
moment.
With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a
large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed
directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.
Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he
checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along
it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked
inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.
Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the
leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him
with his back.
Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly
as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next
second.
It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.
Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the
room, putting his knife back into his pocket.
He also easily managed to leave the building.
It was first time when he killed someone because of an
order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to
convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts
away.
He walked slowly along the street, heading to his
apartment, which Hydra has rented for him.
The barking of a dog jarred him from
his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold,
scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife
was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable
hands.
Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps,
ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and
calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although
he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any
passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline.
The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only
time would tell..
Click. The sound of
the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving
with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of
light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve
plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that
quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade
deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent
of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.
Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from
Robrax.
The haphazard discharge of the weapon
had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every
person within a two block radius. I need to
escape.
The man collapsing into a pool of his
own blood, not dead but not quite alive.
If there was one there had to be
more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps
before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building.
The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his
feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next
to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of
wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely
into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him
startled him.
The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like
ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting
into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d
been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive.
The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put
him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their
secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.
Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and
“He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain
was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that
slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried
to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to
the apartment.
As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him,
shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding
another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it,
his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was
produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision
he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap,
not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped
wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled
to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.
Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the
darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive.
Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of
blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long
he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body
operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar
building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs,
which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of
stairs.
His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice.
The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood,
which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.
The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly
insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the
floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur
of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was
too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would
have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock,
and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the
lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.
With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to
the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His
vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of
hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of
the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and
he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He
tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to
the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to
the wall.
Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it,
gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a
few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was
inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.
Emily Vandom.
His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was
collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint,
lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his
throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it,
and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with
it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected,
but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.
Bucky and Steve are still at Hydra’s base. Days are passing by and their situation isn’t changing. But Bucky seems to not care about it. He cares about something else. Or rather SOMEONE…
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Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex
From then on out Steve’s training really began. Each day he had lessons in German, Russian, tactics, as well as weaponry training and different forms of hand-to-hand. Steve’s least favorite lessons were the ones on the organization known as SHIELD, because apparently his friends were the founders, and he absolutely hated the idea of working to destroy something they’d built, even if it was for the sake of Bucky. Steve wasn’t sure, how much time had passed since they were kidnapped. Days were blending into each other. Everyday he was wiped again, they wanted to stay in control over him, but Rogers remembered. Everything from his previous life. Steve was given a list of SHIELD’s top agents, Hydra’s own little ‘Most Wanted’ list, and forced to memorize all of their strengths and weaknesses, and how best to take them down. The months passed slowly. Steve rarely saw Bucky, since most of the time they kept him in something called cryo, which was basically them just freezing him to keep him in stasis and make him live longer. However, whenever Bucky was off cryo, Steve tried to make him feel like as much of a person as possible, sitting with him while he ate and training with him. It made Steve very sad to do, since Bucky was unresponsive to everything he said unless he phrased it as an order, which Steve absolutely refused to do.
One day, five months after seeing Bucky for the first time since they had been kidnapped, Steve had just gotten back from a mission and was grabbing a bite to eat in the small kitchen off the gym. He preferred it because he could be alone with his thoughts, instead of in the large mess hall. Then Bucky entered. It wasn’t that unusual, Bucky usually got his meals from that kitchen, too, when he was awake. So Steve said hello to him like he always did, not expecting a reply. Bucky turned and stared directly at Steve after grabbing a sandwich. Steve stared back, surprised, Bucky’s gaze rarely narrowed in on Steve, even if he was looking at him he wasn’t focused on Steve. But in that moment… he was.“Buck?” Steve ventured cautiously, putting down his bowl of cereal and taking a few steps closer to his friend. “Do you…do you see me, Bucky?”“I know you” Bucky said absently, voice rough from disuse. The words were a statement, but the way his voice went up at the end made it seem like a question.“Yeah, Buck” Steve said, unable to keep the relief from his voice. He walked closer until he was right in front of Bucky, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. Bucky’s eyes darted from that hand and back to Steve’s eyes. “Yeah, you know me. I’m your friend.“Bucky was silent for a minute, the seconds ticking away in Steve’s head, and then he spoke again."Your mother… her name was Sarah?” Steve grinned and nodded eagerly. “And my sister…her name was Rebecca?” Once again Steve nodded. “Steve?"Steve didn’t wait any longer, he pulled Bucky into a hug at the vulnerable turn of his words, holding him tightly against his chest. "I’ve got you, Buck. I’m with you ‘till the end of the line.”
After that, Bucky began remembering much more, becoming more and more like himself each day. There would be times when something triggered him and he would fall back into The Winter Soldier mode, practically erasing all of their progress. But he always came back to himself, sometimes after an hour, sometimes after a week, but he always came back. They did their best to keep it hidden from the Hydra agents, but anyone with eyes could see that most of the time Bucky was there, the lifeless stare he used to adjurn completely gone. Steve didn’t know why everyone was letting it go, even Black, while talking at Bucky like he always did, didn’t comment on the new Bucky.
Bucky was sleeping in his small room at the second floor of the Complex Zero. It was one of these moments when he could has his own makeshift of a freedom. Suddenly he heard a loud, annoying noise. An alarm. Bucky slowly opened his eyes, he sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes. His door has been opened by one of the soldiers. ‘Move your fucking ass, Winter, there’s a fire in the warehouse of ammunition” man has said, before he ran further to wake others up. Bucky quickly put on a grey tight shirt and black, military pants. On top he put his tactical bulletproof vest, just in case. He left the room and apace he ran to the point of an ingathering. Most of the guards, soldiers and technicians were there yet. In the crowd Bucky immediately noticed Steve. Brunette went to the Captain, but before he could say anything, a huge explosion has interrupted them. Few men just fell on the ground covered in a snow, they have been hit by shards of a broken windows. Bucky noticed few more familiar figures on the horizon. Aiden Black, his two loyal soldiers and a redhead woman. They were running into the direction of the square, where rest of the people were gathered. Almost as soon as the lightning had struck the little building, the world became illuminated. In the distance, everyone could see a thick gray smoke billowing into the skies. The once pale blue sky was now shielded by a veil of darkness as the smoke swallows up the whole sky. Bucky blinked few times, before he spoke.“What has happened?” he gave Steve a brief glance.“I’m not sure, Buck. I’ve heard as guards were saying it has to be someone from us who set fire to here” Steve’s voice was trembling a bit, from emotions. Bucky knew it was a brilliant chance to escape. In all that turmoil they could easily sneak out of the Complex and tried their luck in nearest wood. At the second hand, they were in a place they didn’t know. They could get lost, they could fall at one of Hydra’s little branches…There was too many options. To many potential dangers. Without a good plan even he an Steve wouldn’t make it. A plume of fire exploded into the blackness, the flame rolling outwards like the smoke of a mushroom cloud. It was an inferno fuelled by the gallons of accelerant in the warehouse. The heat was oppressive even from two hundred yards away. The onlookers had been excited at first, snapping pictures to upload to friends and generally behaving like a crowd on bonfire night. But then a subtle shift in the wind direction brought noxious smoke and ash raining down into their hair and eyes. With hands and clothing clamped to their mouths they tried to hide somewhere, while the management called for a help of firefighters. Meantime, the newborn flames licked the oxygen with their wrath and fury. Refusing to be contained, they danced orange and yellow reaching hungrily for fuel. After few more moments the fire overtook the main building. Everyone witnessed the fire swallow the entire building. Toxic fumes shot up into the air every few seconds and the thick, poisonous smoke choked everyone nearby. Fortunately, no one got harmed in the fire. Whole headquarter’s building has been destroyed completely.That was the reason, because of which Black decided to move all people to the little city named Yuryung-Khaya.
Owing to the extreme northern location, Yuryung-Khaya had a cold and dry polar climate with severely cold winters and cool summers. The village was situated on the right bank of the Anabar River, shortly before it flows into the Laptev Sea. The village economy was based around agriculture, specifically reindeer herding, fishing and other farming. It was just a perfect place to ran organization like Hydra. Villagers weren’t interested in a newcomers, they all had their own stuff to deal with. It turned, that Hydra was preparing that localization since rather long time period. A three miles behind the village a huge military complex has been built. It even had its own airport. But it was only a cover, just in case if some of the villagers would be too curious. The real base was located a mile aside of the complex. From the outside the secret base appeared to be an abandoned storage barn. Rusty barrels of noxious chemicals were littered around the entrance, each labelled with a skull and crossbones. Tall weeds grew between the stones and the fence was almost falling over, hardly high security. Nobody cared about what was above ground. Underground it was a different story. There was a maze of titanium rooms, each either buzzing with computers or loaded with the latest in weaponry. Every inch was recorded by security cameras and the staff wore electronic chips under their skin. Guards came and went through the tunnel that lead into the back of a complex. There were several different room types. Bucky quickly had to deal with one of them, namely the interrogation room. As Steve, he was suspected to set a fire to the Complex Zero and he had to be interrogated. By Aiden Black himself..The room was small and square, with two plastic chairs, a table and an empty water dispenser. The window is cracked, allowing a faint but pleasant smell of moisture into the room. The window was located just beneath ceiling. The view was at the little meadow above the underground complex. The walls were cream and bare. The light outside was now fading, the watery sun shining a single, dust-laden bar of brightness into the room. Barnes pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, his body immediately uncomfortable, his tongue already asking for a drink of water. His throat was tight and sticky with kind of a fear.
The door opened and slammed shut, making the brunette jump a little with the only slack he had. “Good day, soldier. I am here to interrogate you. Do you understand?“ it was Aiden Black, dressed in a black tight suit with a grey shirt under his jacket. Bucky nodded slowly, he didn’t want to have troubles, so he was trying to be as polite as he only could. “Tell me, Barnes, who set the fire to Complex Zero?” the man said crankily seating himself into the chair opposite to Bucky. Barnes stayed silent. “TELL ME” Black repeated sternly. Bucky felt coldness envelope him, but no darkness came. Suddenly Black rose from his chair and leaned forward, he wrapped his large hands around the Bucky’s throat and squeezed. He easily raised brunette off the ground. Bucky kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Just as his vision went blurry, two uniformed men came in, and Black dropped him to the ground. "I know you had something in common with that fucking situation” Black growled slowly, his glance still at Bucky. After a moment of silence he was lead out while Bucky sat, panting for breath.
Several days have passed.
The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh. The bleak grey cloud overhead reflected perfectly his grey mood inside. These short days, these long nights. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before him as if God himself had put it to sleep.
Bucky was spending his days mostly at trainings. If he had some free time, he was walking around the Complex, trying to find himself something productive to do.
At the dinner, when all people were gathered in a social canteen, Steve and Bucky were sitting at the single table, enjoying their meal.
All talks have faded in a second, when the redhead woman entered the canteen. She was an adult, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. She was holding a cup of cappuccino in her hand and she brought a newspaper with her under her arm. She took a place at the table in the left corner of the room and she started to read as soon as she sat down.
Steve noticed that Bucky became soundless. “Buck.. is everything alright?” blonde asked carefully, not taking his eyes of his friend.
Bucky mumbled something, waving his hand. His eyes were still at the redhead. He couldn’t take his eyes of her. She was stunning and with every day he was finding himself more interested in that woman.
She was definitely his type of ideal woman. Strong, confident, but charming and delicate at the same moment.
Steve smiled sadly. “You know she’s by THEIR side” he reminded gently, putting his palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Don’t waste your time, Buck. It’s not a woman for you”
Bucky has been dragged out of his thoughtfulness by Steve’s words. Brunette turned his head to Rogers and frowned a bit. “Stop it, Steve. Let me decide by my own, what’s good and what’s bad for me” Bucky’s face tensed as he sighed deeply, he ran his fingers through his thick hair. Steve shook his head slightly. “Easy, Bucky… I just meant you should think before you’ll engage yourself too much in that” Captain measured Bucky with his blue eyes. “I just wanted to give you my advice..” “But I wasn’t asking for it” Bucky snarled coldly and got up from the table, leaving his unfinished meal. “I wanna be alone” he added quietly.
Bucky went straight to the door to the canteen, but before he left, he stopped in a door frame. He felt a blustery glance on himself, so he turned his head to check, who was looking at him.
Bucky’s heart raced a bit when he realized, it was the redhead woman, who was observing him.
He spent rest of the evening at a workout. He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he has been working hard enough.
That was when he heard the door has opened with a characteristic creak. Bucky lifted his head and looked back above his shoulder. He tried to keep his face straight, but it was hard.
Few steps from him a redhead woman was standing, crossing her arms at her chest.
“What the hell do you want?” He asked, trying to sound as cold as always. “I’m kinda busy.” Woman smirked a bit, standing still. “I have to drive to the city. Some kind of business. I need a help.” Bucky frowned in a confusion. “And how am I supposed to help ya?” man asked coldly, pulling up a barbells. Redhead rolled her eyes, still standing in a place. “I need a ride. I don’t have a driving licence” she explained openly, taking lock of her hair behind an ear. Bucky let out a wryly laugh before he spoke. “And what I’ll receive in a repayment?” brunette asked simply, not looking at the woman. She laughed harshly. “You’ll gain a few hours outside a base. It’s a aboveboard deal, isn’t it?” she said. “I can guarantee, that you won’t regret it.”
Bucky was thinking for a while, pretending he wasn’t interested at all. But deep inside his soul there was a war between different emotions. Call of a freedom was much stronger then he thought, though.
“Deal.” Bucky looked briefly at her. He put barbells down and stretched his back. Redhead woman gave him a little smile. “I’m glad we have an agreement.”
She was about leaving the room, but before she did, redhead turned to face brunette once again. “By the way, my name is Emily Vandom” her mouth corners raised a bit. “See you at 8pm at the main gate.”
She left him in a thoughtfulness, exhausted by a hard workout.
He came on tick.
She was waiting at him, sitting on a hood of a black old Mustang. As soon as Emily spotted Bucky, she jumped off the hood with ease. She was dressed in a tight short black dress and high heels.
She measured him with an interested glance. “Hi” she greeted Bucky, tilting her head. “Nice jacket.”
Bucky was dressed rather casually. It was something new, because he used to wear only military pants and oversized t-shirts. But now he had a black boots, tight dark jeans and grey tight shirt under black leather jacket.
Emily threw keys at him and he easily caught them. Woman turned around and got to the car, taking a passenger seat next to the driver.
When they were driving to the city, he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Where exactly are ya going?” Bucky asked, he was focused on a gravely road. Emily, who was leaning her forearm against the window, mumbled. “It’s none of your business” she said simply, not even looking at him. Bucky was silent for a while. “Hey. I’m involved. I’m here, driving you, so I’m expecting at least a bit of sincerity” man growled with an annoyance. Emily sighed deeply. “If I will tell you, I’ll have to kill you” her voice was soft as always. Bucky rolled his eyes. They stayed silent till the end of the drive.
After some time, Emily came out of the little building. They were somewhere in a city, car has been parked at the little parking lot as brunette was waiting at her. Bucky was leaning his metal limb on a roof of the car, smoking a cigarette. He heard clicking of her Hugh heels and he turned to her. “Finally"he rolled his eyes.
They both got in the car. He put the key in the ignition and started it up. The loud rumble of the engine began to “PURRRRRRRR”.
He put the window down, turned the music up and they were off to begin their way back to the Complex.
"Wait..” Emily bit her lower lip. “Listen.. I don’t want to go back there. Not yet at least” she dared to gave him a look. Bucky lifted his brow a bit. “What do you mean?” Emily stretched her forearms. “There’s a little cosy pub nearby. C’mon. Let’s have few drinks. I need it. And I bet you do too.”
Bucky wasn’t thinking too long. He agreed on her proposition, only because he also didn’t want to go back to base. The night was still young.
They had a good time together. And Bucky had to admit, that this woman was spinning his head round and round. She even managed to pull him on a little dance floor, where they were swaying into rhythm of a music. Bucky caught himself at grabbing Emily’s hips a bit too roughly in that dance, but girl didn’t seem to mind it.
The drinks began flowing and the sexual desire for one another became unbearable. They swiftly closed their bar tab and headed back to the black Mustang.
Once they were in the car, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Let’s go have some fun” he said in a low voice. Emily looked hardly into his blue eyes, she bit inside of her cheek, but she gave a nod. They peeled out of the parking lot and drove off into the night. They turned down an old dirt road. He put the stang in first gear and let off the gas.
She then leaned over, unhooked his belt and started to unbutton his pants. She unzipped his pants and pulled out Bucky’s hard dick. She wrapped her lips around the tip and began to suck on it. She slid her tongue down the side of his stiff shaft. All the way down to his balls. Up and down… Up and down his cock went down her throat. “Yes, babe that’s it” Bucky moaned loudly. She felt Bucky grabbed a handful of her hair and pull it tight. He pressed down on the back of her head, forcing his dick to slide closer to the back of Emily’s throat. She spit on his cock, making it so wet, then she opened her mouth wider and went back to work.
He yelled. “Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop! Don’t you dare to stop, little bitch!“ She felt his dick pulsating as she moved slowly up to the tip to take in his warm seamen "Oh, fuck!” he grunted and began to erupt his load into her mouth. She smiled as she swallowed his cum, slowly licking corners of her mouth. “You taste good..” she whispered, lifting herself up to kiss him passionately. He could still tasted himself on her rosy lips..
He opened the door and got out. He walked around to her side and opened the door. He got down on his knees, grabbing her legs and pulled them toward him. He pushed her back against the console. Bucky gripped her hips and pulled them closer. He slided up her tight dress and pulled down her lacy panties. Slowly he rubbed his hands up her thighs and forced her legs to open. “Now it’s your turn..” Bucky said as he began to bury his face into her yet wet pussy.
“Oh yes!” Emily moaned as he hit the right spot. It felt so good to feel his tongue circling around on her clit. He was more than experienced. “Your pussy is so wet” he mumbled between licks. Emily felt how his strong hands were squeezing her breast tightly. She felt as he was sucking on her clit as he sticked two of his fingers into her pussy and thrusted them in and out. “Yes.. Yes.. Right there..” she begged, diving her long fingers into his brown hair. She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go deeper. Emily’s legs began to shake as she feel her orgasm.
“I want you to cum in my mouth” he asked openly, licking still as viciously as at the beginning. Her whole body became numb as she went through her orgasm and released her hot wet cum all over his face.
Slowly he stopped moving his tongue and began to softly suck on her pussy. He gave her pussy one last kiss as he knew he has satisfied her.
Bucky stood up and took off his shirt and he pulled his cock out of his jeans. He pulled her out the car and ripped off her dress. “Mmm… you have a tattoo..” he moaned into her ear from behind.
Emily had a tattoo in a shape of a wolf between her blade-bones.
Emily felt her ass was pressed against the stang as she was forced against the front of the car. He turned her around and bended her naked body over the top of the hood. Bucky spreader her legs and slowly slided his penis into her tight wet pussy.
“Fuck!” Emily couldn’t help but yelled loudly as soon as he went into her deeper and deeper. His dick felt amazing inside her and she craved more.
“I love your tight pussy” he growled as he squeezed her ass and pounded into her deeper. “You’re fucking hot, slut” he moved his metal arm at her breasts, squeezing them harshly.
She felt his dick throbbing in her as he went faster and faster. She didn’t want him to stop…
He pulled her up and turned her around toward him. He put her on the hood of the car. As she laid down she felt him pulling her ass toward him. She wrapped her legs around him and quenched her thighs tightly. He grabbed a hold of Emily’s hips and slided his cock back in. “Ahhhh!“ she heard him grunted as he got the whole thing in. Redhead felt like his balls were hitting her ass.
“Harder” she moaned aloud. She didn’t care there was cold outside. She only cared of being fucked harder. Emily felt her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she was nearing her orgasm.
“I want you to cum all over my cock, slut” Bucky’s voice was nothing more than an order. "Yes, soldier” Emily closed her eyes, trying to hold a pleasure back. But she couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Fuck, I’m Cumming!” she cried heavily as she felt her warm cum was gushing onto him.
Bucky started pounding in her harder and deeper. Faster and faster “Babe, I’m gonna cum..” Bucky grabbed her hips tightly, squeezing them hardly, especially with his metal hand. He rammed it deep in her for one last time before he cum.
Their seductive, erotic, lustful fantasies finally had been fulfilled.
Bucky leaned down and kissed her roughly, pulling her closer by her waist. “You’re so fucking hot, Emily..”
Woman blinked. He used her name.
She felt a blush appeared on her cheeks, so she gently pushed him back and jumped of the hood, grabbing her dress and putting it on as fast as she could.
Bucky also improved himself, he put on his shirt before he turned to face her. Zipping his jeans, he measured her body with lustful glance.
“Bucky..” She swallowed, standing with her back to him. “I.. we shouldn’t..” But she wasn’t able to end her sentence.
Barnes came to her, he took her into his arms and turned her to him, then he leaned down and kissed her beautiful lips. She melted in that kiss. She wanted it to last forever…
It was a new beginning. A new start. For both of them.
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