“…
Y/N, please, you good know I need to be there.”
And as
always his voice was lovingly but yet firm. You raised your head up, looking at
your reflection in a mirror. You were in a bathroom, trying to gather yourself
back in a row. Your eyes were hurting from crying, your cheeks were swollen.
You hated it. Everytime when you have to be left alone in a house, you were
turning into a mess, trying to stop him by all costs. But he never let you to
do it. You knew he loved you the most, like no one else on this world. But he
was a soldier and he also loved his country and was always serving for its
safety.
“C’mon
doll, I don’t wanna say goodbye in that way.”
Obviously
he didn’t want. You were his princess. His everything. And he was suffering
just like you when you both were torn apart, at the two ends of the Word
You
splashed your face with a cold water, then you dried yourself with a towel.
Before you had left the bathroom, you took few small breaths.
And he was
still there, just like you had left him.
Standing in
the middle of a living room, dressed in a black combat pants, black combat
boots and that stunning dark blue coat with two rows of buttons.
You sighed
sadly. “Please.. Listen to me, James..” it was one of that little
moments when you were calling him by his name.
He tried to
not show a kind of a confusion which was crawling on his face, but he failed.
“Y/N, really, do you trust me?” he asked. You nodded without a
hesitation. “I do.”
Bucky took
few steps towards you and as he stopped few centimeters from you, he reached
his hands and took your face in them. “So now listen to me carefully,
doll” brunette asked Simple
You nodded
slightly, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
“You
are the most important person in my entire life. I love you more than anything
else. My love towards you is unconditional, you know it. But I’m a soldier,
Y/N. I’m obligated to serve for my country. And nothing and no one can change
it, doll. I know you’re scared. So am I, but it’s my duty and I have to follow
orders” he slowly swallowed, sighing shortly after. “I will be back
soon, doll face” his thumbs were slowly stroking your cheeks while he was
talking to you.
You let out
a quiet whimper and put your hands on tops of his rough palms.
“I
know, James.” And you knew. He was a good man and he loved his country.
And you couldn’t just say “no.” It would be too hard for him to leave
when you two would be resentful at each other.
You took a
deep breath and stroked over blue material at his shoulders. “Be careful,
tiger. Get ‘em and come back to me..” you clenched your fingers at
material of his coat, closing eyes for a second to hide tears.
He leaned
down to you and kissed slowly each of your eyelids. Then he hugged you tightly
to his chest and you both were standing like this, listening to each other’s
heartbeats.
Bucky
finally kissed the top of your head and he said how much he loves you once
again, before he took his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. Then he left
your house, stopping for a second to give you a look.
“You’re
my everything. No matter how far I am, I am always thinking of you. And I will
always love you and protect you, no matter what..” he said before he left,
quietly closing the door behind him.
You quickly
went to the kitchen and you shifted a curtain aside to look after him.
He put his
backpack to a trunk of a huge Jeep and before he got in, Bucky turned around
and looked at you once again.
You put
your hand on your chest, waving at him with second one. He waved back and blew
you a kiss.
And after
that he was all alone with the other guys from his unit. Guns, gear, and
sadness everywhere. The reality of the separation was quickly becoming real and
the six months in front of him before he would be home again seemed like an
eternity.
Bucky was
sitting at the backseat. His hand wandered to the pocket of his jacket. He
blinked and he pulled out a silver necklace with a pendant. Bucky opened it and
he smiled softly. He was looking at your little picture, it was taken by him on
your first common anniversary. Bucky sighed and put necklace on his neck.
“I love you, Y/N” he mumbled under his breath, looking through the
window.
Five weeks
later you heard a knocking to the door. You got up from the couch and walked to
open the door.
You held
your breath back when you spotted Steve Rogers. “S…. Steve..?” you
asked with trembling voice. “Morning, Y/N…” he whispered, crumpling
his hat in his hands.
You were
observing him with wide opened eyes. “Steve…” you leaned your hand
against the door frame. “It’s about Bucky..” his voice was a mixture
of fear and sadness. “We.. There was an accident during our operation…
I… I couldn’t do anything else..” Rogers was stammering. “Steve..
Come in, we won’t be talking in the open door” you moved aside, making a
space for him.
Steve
entered your house with a hesitation. You led him to the small living room,
where he took a place on the leather couch. You sat down next to him, your
heart was pounding in your chest. “Steve.. Just tell me what had
happened..” you asked him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “No
matter what you’re gonna say, I’m gonna take it..”
He
hesitated for few long moments which seemed to be an eternity to you.
“There
was an accident.. We were chasing Hydra.. We were in a train, a fight had
started…” Steve was fretful while he was talking.
You felt
like your body started to tremble. “Where is James..?” you simply
asked.
“He
fell off the train.. I am so sorry, Y/N… I am so so sorry…”
You
automatically covered your mouth with both hands and second later your started
sobbing loudly. “Oh my God… Oh my God!!” you yelled with all your
might.
Steve
wasn’t waiting, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, taking you in a hug.
“It is
hard for me too, Y/N… I know… Hush… I know..” he was whispering,
stroking over your trembling back.
“God…
Steve! I won’t rub along without him!” you were crying loudly.
“Shh… You won’t be alone with that.. I promised him if something will
happen I will take care of you..” Steve was rocking you in his strong
arms, calming you down. “Everything’s gonna be alright..”
Three days
later there was a funeral. A symbolical one, because Bucky’s body hasn’t been
found. His coffin was wrapped in American flag.
Steve was
standing next to you, trying to give you as much support as he only could.
Later,
after the ceremony, Steve walked back to the car, you asked him for a few
moments alone.
Walking in
the direction the main gate of the cemetery, you were thinking of events
from last few days. And about your last talk with Bucky.
You stopped
for a while at the little knoll and you turned around to look at the grave of
James. You sighed sadly, wiping the single tear from your cheek.
“Always,
James. I will always have you in my heart. Rest in peace, my love..”
My collaboration with @whatthefoucault for the Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017 @capreversebb. !!! The fic can be found on Ao3 !
It’s my first time participating in a reverse big bang and it has been lovely !! Thank you so much @whatthefoucault for your enthusiasm and for this adorable domestic fic.
Also I’ve had the pleasure to work with two authors for this event so stay tuned for another fic with nearly the same but not completely identical pic !
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.
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.
Summary: After your family’s death you found new way to relieve all your bad emotions… even when you know it’s a bad thing to do.
Word Count: 1764
Warnings: self harm, blood, deatch [mentioned]
Author: Cass
You lived
with Steve and Bucky for almost eight years now. During this time many bad
things happened.
For example you would find out that Steve returned from mission almost dead… or
you would be a witness of one of Bucky’s panic attack. Then watch him how He
slowly close himself on Steve and you. You always were positive, You believed
in boys and you were stronger for both of them.
But one day your life was ruined by one phone. It was exactly two weeks ago.
~Two Weeks
ago~
You were
cooking dinner for boys, Y/F/S was playing in background when you happily
walked around in kitchen. It lasted until you heard phone. You thought that
maybe it’s Steve or Bucky, So you quickly went to pick it up.
“Hello?” You
said happily.
“Good morning, miss. Is it… Y/N Y/L/N?” Voice asked. It was man, but not your
Steve or Bucky. Right now you were really scared.
“Yes… It’s me…
but something happened?” You asked and started shiver softly.
“My name is
Alex Radu I’m calling from the Police… I don’t have good news from you miss.”
He said.
Your heart
stopped, you had no idea what to do. You were worried, scared. You wanted just disconnect
the call and ran away.
“W…. What happened…”
You asked but your voice just broke.
“I’m sorry
Miss… But I need to inform you that. Your parents and your brother are
dead.”
You felt
like you gonna pass out there, You only shook your head and tried stop tears “B-But…
But… How… What… What happened…?”
“Truck hit
their car… all three Death on the spot. I’m really sorry miss.” Man said
Next thing
that you remember was sitting on floor crying like a little child.
Steve and
Bucky entered home smiling as always but their smiles faded when they saw you
on floor and smelled burned food.
Steve
quickly put his shield down and went to you when Bucky went to kitchen to make
sure that nothing is on fire.
“Doll… Hey
doll… What wrong? What happened.” Steve asked and sat next to you. He gently
wrapped arms around you and pulled you into hug.
Bucky
quickly joined and also hugged you, He kissed your head and took your hand in
his metal hand “Y/N you know you can tell us.”
You only
looked at them, your eyes were red and a bit swollen “M… My parents… and… Tom…
They… THEY ARE DEAD! I LOST EVERYONE I’M ALONE!” You got up and yelled with
tears on your cheeks. Then you just sat back down. Bucky and Steve looked at you in shock, You
never yelled at them.
They both
hugged you again. Steve kissed you head “Shhh… Doll. You are never alone… You
have us.”
“Exactly,
little one… You aren’t alone.” Bucky said and kissed your shoulder.
It took a
lots of time to take care of everything. It was hard… Hard to know that you are
alone.
But boys were with you no matter what, they supported you whole time.
~Now~
Maybe all formalities
were hard but the most hard thing was to hide your pain and sorrow. Boys were
sure that you are fine. That they helped you and you feel better but little
have they know.
One night
you woke up from nightmare, you looked around in bed, Steve was on your slept calmly,
wrapped in blanket.
Bucky on your right, He was hugging his pillow, muttering something in his
sleep.
You looked
at them sadly and got up from bed, trying your best to not woke up one of them
(Or with your luck both)
You walked
to bathroom and slowly unbuttoned your shirt. You took it off and looked at
your darkest secret.
Your whole
arm was covered in small and a bit bigger cuts, some were already old and some
still fresh but this wasn’t only place… your whole shoulder, some places on
your chest and even your abdomen was covered in the same cuts.
You started
to self harm yourself not long after that news, You had too much inside you.
Too much pain, too much sorrow… Too much sadness. You don’t wanted die, because
you couldn’t leave boys alone but you wanted do something that could help you
with this emotions.
It helped
you but it forced you to move away from boys. Making love, showers, swimming
together. This all just ended. You knew that boys were worried but they
respected your decision because they think that you are really deep in Mourning
You sighed
softly and looked at yourself in mirror, you looked terrible but it was your
only way to relief. Steve and Bucky would never understand you.
You took
out small razor blade from cabinets, you looked at yourself and found some
places that weren’t marked by metal yet.
You took
deep breath and put blade on empty spot. Cold feeling made you feel better but feeling
of cutting skin made you even more happy, you whimpered at pain and looked at
mirror.
You could
see the line, it become more red with every second then blood started run down
your skin, soft smile appeared on your lips, you bite them hard and started
make more cuts.
After few minutes you looked at yourself in
mirror than you started cry.
You cleaned yourself and made sure to put bandage on your fresh wounds, you
calmed down, dressed up and returned to boys but you forgot to completely clean
your “Crime place”
At Morning
when you still were in bed Bucky was in bathroom and Steve was in kitchen.
Bucky
looked into cabinets and blinked when He saw that some razor blade were missing
as well as bandages.
“Steeevee?!
Did you maybe used my razor blade? Or bandages?!” He yelled.
Steve went
to bathroom and looked at Bucky “Do I look like person that use them? “ He
asked frowning softly.
“No… but
they are missing and only I use them in this house.” Bucky muttered.
Steve
rolled his eyes “Maybe you used them and you don’t remember this?”
Bucky
sighed “Steve, I’m old but I don’t have Alzheimer.” He growled “Maybe Y/N used
them.”
“Yep!
Because our girl needs to use your razor blade and bandages.” He said and
looked at him.
Bucky
sighed sadly “You know… I don’t like one thing. They disappear almost every day…
both things, nothing else… but today I found this.” He said and showed Steve small
white towel with stains of blood “And I’m sure it’s not yours.” Bucky looked at
Steve worried “It’s also not mine… So, if it’s not mine and it’s not yours than…”
“Y/N..”
Steve said worried, looking at his friend.
Both of
them went to bedroom, Steve sat on bed and gently kissed you cheek to wake you
up
“Hey, doll. Sorry that we wake you up but We need to ask you something.”
“Hmmm…” You
muttered and opened one eye to look at your boys.
Bucky showed
you towel “I found it in bathroom… Do you wanna tell us something?” He asked
You quickly
woke up and sat up “Um.. I… I cut myself yesterday. I think I forgot to put it
in basked… I’m sorry boys.” You said and made your best fake smile.
Steve and
Bucky looked at each other, they didn’t believed you but they decided not to
press you.
Rest of the
day was calm but Steve and Bucky watched you, trying to find something. All
they could see was your problems with moving.
Since this
day both were checking everything. Razor blade and bandages were disappearing
every day and you had bigger problems with moving.
One night when
You were sure they are asleep you got up and went to bathroom to start your
small sick “ritual”
Boys watched you as you left bedroom
“I don’t like it…” Steve whispered
“Let’s follow her..” Bucky said and quietly got up from bed.
They both
followed you to bathroom, Steve slowly opened door.
You were in front of mirror, without your shirt. They looked at your body in
shock.
“Y/N!”
Bucky said in shock “What… What…” He said and looked at you.
You slowly
turned around and looked at them scared “Steve… Bucky… I can explain… I just..”
“Don’t even
say a word. We want see you in living room in a minute.” Steve said frowning
and wet to living room, Bucky followed him.
You could
feel tears in your eyes they had to never find out… never.
Steve was
walking around living room nervous, Bucky was sitting on couch watching him “Dude
calm down.
Steve wanted say something but then He saw you walking down the stairs.
You looked
scared at Steve and sad a Bucky.
Bucky patted his legs “Come here, doll.” You smiled at him softly and sat on
his laps. He stroked your cheek and kissed you gently. Steve sat behind you and
took off shirt from your shoulder, He gently kissed it.
Both looked at you with their big puppy’s eyes “Y/N why? Why you did this to
yourself? Why… Why we know nothing.” Steve said sadly.
You looked
at them and told them everything.
Steve and Bucky were shocked.
Bucky took
your face into his big hands and looked into your eyes
“Listen… We know it’s all hard but even now, you aren’t alone. You have me… you
have Steve and all your friends. We all were so worried that you become so
closed on us. Y/N we two love you too much… you know how it kill us… that… that
you do such a thing to yourself.”
“He is
right, doll. You are important to us. We love you and We will do everything for
you. We and friends… just please don’t hide stuff like this from us, okay.”
You looked
at them and started cry “I promise… I won’t do this again… n-next time I… I
will talk with you or Bucky.”
Steve and Bucky smiled “Good girls.” Bucky said
and they both hugged you tight.
~Few
months later~
You felt
much better. You wounds healed.
You good knew that boys are always with you.
Boy and all your friends, Everyone was making their best to make you feel
loved.
You lost
your real family, but now all your friends and your boys were your family. They
never let you forgot your parents and brother but they also never let you feel
alone or unloved.
This was
the most important to you were loved and you felt happy again.
Gif: Not mine, this time I haqve no idea where I found it.
A/N: Hey guys! It’s Cass here. I wrote this short story to show you all something. So… As you all know, I’m Beast gf. The thing is that this is Distance
relationship. For a long time I thought that He is fine, that He only have some
problems in work and that’s all but a day ago… He showed me what He did to himself.
The thing that I saw was terrible.
He also told me about his terrible thoughts… thanks god Me and rest of team
were able to pull him away from those thoughts by this small story, I want to
show you all that no matter what happen, you always can find people that will
be ready to support you and try to help you. That you are never alone. You need
to trust your friends or family, if not then than you should find someone who will
listen to you and try help you.
Take care guys and remember, no one is ever alone.
Gif: I have no idea. I just found it on my computer.
Words: 1314 Warnings: a little bit of cursing Summary: Bucky wants to take a flight to Bucharest, unfortunately
at the airport there are problems because of his metal limb. Sam and Steve need
to calm their friend down, but it all goes wrong.. Requested by: anonymous Gif:x
Author: Beast
The terminal gate had a
large sitting area with the generic airport rows of chairs that were stuck
together, some of which were already filled with a mix of waiting passengers, a
few of them cheerfully optimistic while some looked irritated. The wide, glass
windows afforded a great view of the planes outside.
Bucky was sitting at
the chair, his legs crossed nicely as he was checking his phone and email.
He cursed and checked his watch.
„I’m gonna kill ‘em” he
grunted under his breath.
Standing up to stretch,
he looked around the terminal gate and noticed that the number of people had
dwindled. Bucky resisted the temptation to lick his lips, a nervous
habit that he’d never lost.
He spotted Sam and
Steve several minutes later.
“You both are late.
AGAIN” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve been waiting for fucking two
hours!
Steve approached Bucky
and put his large hand at man’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Buck.
There was a huge traffic jam” blonde said in a soft voice, trying to calm his
buddy down.
Bucky only rolled his
eyes.
“Fine. Can we go now? I
don’t wanna miss a flight”.
Steve nodded and
pulling out his documents, with Sam and Bucky by his side, he went to the airport
check-in.
When their documents had
been inspected, guys went in the direction of security’s machine to check upon
metal stuff in their luggage.
The closer they were,
the more stressed Bucky was.
“Steve, shit, I won’t
pass it, ya know..” Bucky gently pointed at his left arm, carefully covered by
a grey hoodie.
“Easy, Buck, we’re
gonna make it” Steve patted his friend’s back, trying to give Bucky his
support.
As soon as the trio
stopped in front of the machine, they gave their bags to one of the guards to
let them check it.
After a while, the tall
man asked Steve to go through a metal detector.
Steve went through it
without any problems and as soon as he did, he turned to gave Bucky a look.
He knew his friend was a bit terrified.
Sam also went through the
detector without any issues.
And then it was Bucky’s
turn.
“Sir?” the tall guard
looked at Bucky with a suspicious gaze. “Is everything alright? You can do it
now.”
Bucky nodded nervously
and after several deep breaths he slowly stepped through the machine.
As soon as he did, the
detector started to beep like a crazy, signaling presence of metal with flashing of a
little red light.
Another security guard approached
Bucky and started to search him down.
“Pockets are clear” he
said to other man dressed in an uniform.
It was until guard
touched Bucky’s metal arm through his hoodie. Man frowned and glared up at
Bucky.
“Sir. We need you to
pull up your sleeve, please” guy said slowly, looking carefully at Bucky.
Barnes sighed deeply
and gave a brief look to Steve, who only nodded.
Bucky slowly rolled up
his sleeve, revealing his metal limb.
Two other security
guards came to check upon Bucky’s metal arm.
“Uhm.. Sir.. Is that
real or fake?” one of men, an older dude with glasses asked politely, blinking
few times.
Bucky hesitated and as
annoyed as he was, he mumbled quietly.
“Real.”
Guards gathered
themselves in a little circle, whispering something among each other.
“I knew it’ll end up like
this, Steve” Sam leaned to blonde man and chuckled softly.
“Shhh, Sam, not now”
Steve raised his hand to give his friend a sign to be quiet.
Bucky was still
standing in a place. He felt like an animal caught in a snares. Feeling glances
of other people, who were looking at him out of curiosity, Bucky growled
loudly.
“Ekhem. Shall we?” he
gave an anxious look to the older guard.
Man nodded and took a
deep breath.
“I am sorry sir, I am afraid
we cannot let you through with that metal.”
Bucky blinked and
instinctively looked at Steve with an imploring glance.
“I have to go with my
friends” Barnes felt like an idiot saying this. “We have a flight to Bucharest.”
Was he trying to
explain himself?!
Steve approached them
and smiled gently.
“Yes. He’s with us. We
have very important meeting there and we can’t miss this flight” Steve has shown
his ticket to guards. “Please.”
The older man shook his
head.
“I am sorry sir, it’s
the main rule and we have to obey it.”
Steve was about saying something,
when other guard cleared his throat.
“Sir” man looked at
Bucky, “is there something you can do with this… metal limb?”
Bucky blinked and shook
his head.
“No. Don’t think so, for fuck’s sake..”
“Oh yes, he can!” it
was no one else but Sam who stand next to Steve. “Buck, you can reattach it.”
“Oh, for sure, little
fucker!” Bucky growled aloud, causing the guards gave him an odd glances. “Ya
know I can’t do it now!”
Sam giggled.
“Easy, man, trying to
give ya some idea” Falcon shrugged with a cheeky grin on his lips.
Oh, how much Bucky was
hating that grin!
It caused his rage
increased within seconds.
“Fuck you, Sam!” Bucky
blew a hit in Falcon’s shoulder, but Sam blocked his hit.
Guards immediately came
in between two men to separate them from each other.
“EASY!” the older man
shouted. He turned his face to Bucky. “Is there any chance for you to reattach
that metal limb now?” he asked.
“I’ve been telling you
that no! For fuck’s sake, are you deaf, man!?” Bucky jerked, trying to free his
hand from grasp of security guards.
Falcon only laughed,
looking how frustrated Bucky was.
“You can try to put
your hand up in the air and go through that machine again!” he laughed from his
own joke. “Maybe it’ll work, huh?”
Steve punched Sam’s
shoulder, making an angry face and narrowing his brows.
“Sam, stop, don’t make
it worse!”
But Falcon’s comment
made Bucky yelled loudly.
“Fuck you, Wilson! Why
are you such a cunt, huh!?”
Sam smirked again,
laughing hardly.
“Because I love to piss
ya off, Buck!” he chuckled.
The guards were
thinking for a while.
“Well.. Maybe we can
try to wrap your limb in some material..” one of man suggested.
Steve nodded eagerly.
“Let’s give it a try,
men.”
Few minutes and outbursts
of anger later, Bucky’s arm was wrapped in a large white piece of a material
guards have found in an janitor’s room.
Steve was standing in
front of Bucky.
“Relax, take it easy” Rogers instructed his
friend before the next attempt.
He made a place for
Bucky and gently pushed him ahead.
Sam was standing next
to the guards, awaiting for the event development.
Bucky walked through the detector once again, but he
didn’t succeed. Again, the machine started to beep.
Steve just knew it won’t end properly as soon as he
spotted like Sam took a step ahead in the direction of Bucky and like he was spreading
his arms.
“Go back to the shadow, Winter Soldier! YOU SHALL NOT
PASS!” Sam intoned with a deep voice, trying to sound like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.
Before Steve barely could say something, Bucky simply
jumped to Falcon and after a while both men were tussling on the floor.
“How dare you, little fucker!” Bucky was yelling,
strangling Sam a bit.
Wilson was blocking each move of Barnes and after a moment
of fight, he managed to kick Winter Soldier off himself.
When Bucky was laying on the ground, gasping for air,
Sam crawled to him and punched him at the shoulder, choking himself with a
laughter.
“I am sorry, man!” Sam rolled at his back, Bucky did
same. “I just had to do it.”
Bucky growled, but after a second he was laughing too.
“Fucker” Bucky playfully punched Sam’s shoulder. “I
hate you.”
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.
Imagine:
Iron Man
kills Captain in front of Bucky’s eyes.
Bucky froze motionless. His heart stopped for a short moment. His blood turned into an ice.
Only thing he has heard was a familiar voice. But was he able to recognize it under all those emotions?
Tony Stark was standing on shaking legs, looking ahead. He watched as Steve slowly sank on his knees. “..I’m sorry..” Tony rasped. “I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t know I fired the repulsers…” his voice was trembling as he spoke.
Steve let out a soft groan, indicating that he is still alive. Before Tony could apologize again, he has been pushed away from Steve with a strong force. His suit hit the wall behind him, and it took him a moment to adjust his coordination. When he looked up, Bucky was glaring at him.
“I’m so…” Tony tried to say, but his breath was knocked out by a strong punch, directed at his arc reactor. Bucky has been driven with an anger. He punched Tony with his cybernetic arm again, causing the suit to bend inwards. Bucky let out a growl, then he drove his hand into the arc reactor with more force. Bucky kept his metal hand digging into Tony’s arc reactor, crushing it. Tony tried to push Bucky away, but he failed.
“Bucky…” it was nothing more than a whisper.
Barnes, shaking all over his bpdy turned around and walked to Steve who’s laying on the ground. He knelt next to his friend, taking a hold of his hand. “Steve” he managed to say. Bucky’s gaze slowly slipped at Steve’s torso. There was a hole caused by a hit of an energy stream.
Bucky turned his face, automatically closing his eyes. He knew exactly how it meant to end..
“Bucky…” Steve whispered again, hia voice became yet weaker then it was a moment before.
A huge stain of dark blood slowly spilled around Captain.
Bucky felt a touch of cold hand at his unshaven cheek. He dared to look down, straight into his friend’s eyes. He saw how Steve was waning slowly.
“Till the end….” Steve was cutted off by a cough. “… of the line, pal..” Bucky whispered, nuzzling to Steve’s hand.
And then that last moment came. Steve’s eyes have widened for a second, he also tried to take a breath, but he only gasped for the air. He squeezed Bucky’s hand and after a second his eyes have slowly shut down.
Bucky was looking at Steve for short second and then he bursted with cry. Not hesitating about blood, he took Steve’s body in his arms. “NOOO!!!” he squalled loudly, letting warm tears flew down over his cheeks.
It took him few minutes to calm down a bit. He places Steve’s body back on the ground as gently as he could and he slowly got up. Bucky was covered in a blood and dirt, but he didn’t mind.
He turned himself to face Tony. “You killed him.” His voice was so cold.
Stark, who was still motionless, has swallowed before he spoke. “James…”
But Bucky looked into Tony’s eyes without a single shadow mercy. “Now there’s no one who would stop me” Bucky said. He seemed to be in a different place with his thoughts. Bucky slowly lifted his chin, his eyes met Tony’s eyes. As raged and unstable as he was at the moment, he managed to say one sentence. “Your time finally has come.”
The view from the hotel
window was breathtaking. The hotel was located on a hill, near a big river.
Apart from the hotel and the restaurant, there were not many other buildings in
the vicinity. It was a beautiful, wild place.
Bucky traveled there to
get some rest. As he always did.
That day he decided to
take a little walk to the nearest castle. The castle was located on one of the
hills, which surround the mountain. It was a grey, impressive castle with
several towers and it was surrounded by a high defensive wall. At the
foot of the mountain there was a broad river, which flew through a valley and
then disappeared behind the hills.
Bucky always enjoyed the
pleasant calmness, it was the place where he could gather his thoughts after
all of his missions.
A stone pathway ran
through the middle of the lawn. Along the pathway grew an alley of small maple
trees. At the end of the alley there were rosebushes. There were also wooden
benches and Bucky took a seat at one of them.
He was sitting in a
silence, when a strong voice has brought him out of thoughtfulness.
“Beautiful place, isn’t
it?”
Bucky lifted his chin and
turned his head. He noticed a tall man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. The
man was wearing a long dark coat and a dark jeans.
“Mhm..” Bucky mumbled
loudly, closing his eyes again.
“I haven’t seen you here
earlier, Sir” the stranger took a seat next to Bucky, leaning his back against
the bench’s back.
“Yea…” Bucky mumbled
again. The truth was he wasn’t into a conversation with the other man. He only
wanted to enjoy the silence.
“You aren’t too garrulous,
Sir” dark haired man said under his breath. “But I think I do know you.”
“Oh, you do?” Bucky
opened his blue eyes and looked at the stranger, chuckling loudly. “I don’t
think so.”
For a few moments there
was a silence between two men.
And then…
Bucky’s left arm just hit
his own chin. Without a reason.
Barnes blenched in a
second, then he blinked few times before he spoke.
“What the hell..”
But before he ended his
statement, his metal arm hit his chin once again. And then once more…
“You are James Barnes,
but more people know you as the Winter Soldier” stranger laughed loudly. “You
are almost invincible. But not to me” man smiled while Bucky’s metal arm hit
his own stomach.
Bucky was trying to stop
it, so he put his normal hand on the metal forearm and he was trying to hold it
in a place, but he didn’t manage it and once again he was hit by his own limb.
“WHO ARE YOU?!” Barnes
yelled, clinching his teeth, stopping the whimper of pain after another strike.
“I am Magneto” brunette
only smirked. “You want me to stop?” he chuckled shortly after his first
sentence.
“…Are you kidding me?!
You are…” Bucky blinked.
“Haha, of course I am
doing this. You know, sometimes it’s good to have a control over all metal
objects” man chuckled happily. “So. We’re gonna work together, Mr Barnes”
Magneto sighed deeply.
Bucky’s hand finally
stopped to blow another hits into his stomach. Man shook his head and looked at
the other man.
“Why… And.. Hell. I don’t
want to work with someone who is using his force against me. Besides, I used to
work by my own” Bucky miffed.
“Well, it’s not up to you
nor me. The Shield has made that decision. And you know..” Magneto smirked and
shortly after Bucky’s metal fist hit his own chin again, “this is what is
happening, when you’re trying to argue.”
Then brunette in the coat
just got up and walked away, leaving Bucky alone, as surprised as Barnes only
could be.
Summary: You are a young recruit
in Hydra’s structures. The Winter Soldier are your trainer. One day, after a
rough training, you both get laid, but on the conditions specified by him.
Word Count:
1344
Warnings: smut, cursing
Author: Rouge
“Move your ass, Y/N!” Winter Soldier yelled loudly.
You rolled your eyes as you were making push ups.
“Fuck you” you sighed under your breath.
“What did you say, pussy?” Bucky was standing next to
you, watching carefully your every movement.
“Nothing” you made one last push up and slowly you got
up.
Feeling his pertinacious gaze on you, you dared to
look into his blue eyes.
You spreaded your arms with a deep sigh.
“What have I done this time, huh? I followed any of
yours orders, sergeant” you let out a gasp.
“Yea. Too slow” he only said, unzipping his hoodie.
“In such pace you never will pass the main exams” Bucky crossed his arms behind
his back.
“Sergeant, as far as I know..” you started, being
about argue with him.
“Shut the fuck up, cunt” Bucky snorted. “I don’t
fucking care if you’ll make them or not. But if you’re gonna fail, I’ll be
responsible for that and I’m gonna be punished as well” he clinched his metal
hand, glaring at you. “And now, Y/N, get back on a mat and make another 100
push ups” he ordered coldly.
“But..” you almost screamed, however in the end you
nodded and took your place. You started to make push ups again and Bucky was
observing you.
Suddenly you felt coldness on your left hip. Metal
hand has pushed you a bit down.
“Deepen moves, Y/N, it will be more efficient” Winter
Soldier said in a harsh voice of his.
You gave a slight nod and did what he ordered. However
an uninterrupted touch of his hand on your hip was slowly annoying you.
After around 20 repetitions of push ups, you decided
to tell him what you were thinking about.
“Can you take your hand off?” you asked.
But there was no respond.
But after a while you felt a metal hand on your
throat.
“I can not” Bucky whispered directly into your ear,
leaning down toward you.
He grabbed you by waist and pulled you up. Then he
grabbed your chin and forced you to turn your head to face him and then he
kissed your lips roughly.
In first second you protested, trying to push him
away, but with a little effect. With his metal hand he grabbed your wrists and
held your hands in place.
“Don’t” he only said between kisses.
When he stopped, you looked at him, shaking a bit.
From shock, but also from strange kind of a pleasure.
“What the fuck?” you asked angrily. “Who do you think you
are?!”
But instead of reply, you have been pulled closer to
him. He kissed you again, this time he left your hands free. His hands has been
placed at your butt and he gave it a little squeeze.
“I am your fucking superior” he snapped. “And really.
You’re such an annoying little bitch. I have never had someone like you at trainings. So stubborn. You think you’re
better, don’t ya?” he was whispering into your ear, you could feel his unshaven
cheek on your own one.
You swallowed loudly, clinching hands in fists.
“Fuck you” you snorted, turning your head aside.
“Oh, no, doll. FUCK YOU. And I’m gonna do this. I know
you want it too.”
You looked over him, your brow slowly moved up.
“Are you joking?” you asked. “I would never have sex
with someone like you.”
He only smirked viciously.
“We’ll see. I always get what I want. Believe me, you
won’t regret.”
Without a hesitation he simply slipped his metal hand
into your shorts.
You whimpered, trying to take step back, but with his
other hand he held you by your waist.
You felt his metal fingers slipped under your panties.
He rubbed over your clit and you let out a little subdued moan.
“I..” you started but he growled.
“Don’t. Don’t you even try to say a fucking word.
Otherwise you’ll be able to see my other face and I can guarantee it’s the last
thing you would like to see” Bucky ordered.
You felt a pleasure, which was spreading all over your
body, so you nodded slightly, letting him to do what the hell he wanted to.
He was rubbing over your clit to finally slipped two
of his metal fingers into your yet wet pussy.
You closed your eyes, holding back a moan which was
about leave your mouth.
Bucky smiled only as he started to kiss your neck. He
was slipping his fingers in and out of your pussy and you started to buck your
hips a bit to meet his thrusts.
You looked into his eyes, feeling a blush on your
cheeks.
You would never say, that something like that can
happen. Especially between both of you. Instinctively you put your hand on his
belt, undoing it as fast as you could. The you undone his fly too.
After a while both of you were laying on the mat.
He ripped off your clothes, not even trying to be
gentle. Then he licked over your yet hard nipples and he slowly moved down,
straight to your swollen pussy.
You slipped hands in his dark hair as he started to
lick your clit, slipping his metal fingers in again.
You wanted to scream as he was hitting the right spot,
but you were obedient and you stayed calm as he ordered you before.
You only bucked your hips, trying to meet his moves.
He looked over at you, still eagerly licking on your
clit.
Biting your lips almost to blood, you only nodded
giving him a sign that it was something you have wanted. Bucky only smiled and
came back to suck on your clit. You threw your head back as he cupped your boob
with his free hand.
Oh, how much you wanted to moan. How much you wanted
to call his name and to say aloud how much you liked what he was doing to you…
You started to shake as you felt, how your orgasm was
overwhelming you.
Finally he stopped and moved up to kiss your lips. You
could still taste yourself on his rough lips.
You gave kiss back and you pushed him down on the mat.
You tugged his pants and boxers down, revealing his yet hard cock. You licked
your lips before he took him into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down,
you were massaging his base at the same time. You felt like his metal palm was
slipped into your long hair. You looked over him and you noticed, how turned he
was. Observing each of your movements, he was clinching teeth to not moan also.
You smiled a bit and increased your pace. It was until he cum in your mouth.
You swallowed everything.
Bucky grabbed your wrists an pulled you on top of him.
You climbed on his lap and put his cock into your pussy.
You just needed to feel him inside of you.
From the beginning you bucked your hips fast, tangled
your fingers with his.
Bucky placed his metal hand on your hip, urging you to
make a faster moves.
You both desperately wanted to cum.
He lifted his upper body part and started to lick on
your nipples as you were moving up and down, letting his cock slid as deeply as
it was possible.
And finally you both came at the same time. You felt
his warm semen in your pussy and you closed your eyes, enjoying that feeling.
You wanted to scream his name, but a kiss was
everything you could have at that moment.
When it was after all, you put on your clothes.
“When we have next training?” you asked, smiling
rather rudely.
Winter Soldier raised his mouth corners in a grin.
“Next week. Why are you asking? I thought you don’t
like our trainings though.”
Paper Panda 
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