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The chronicles of the winter || Part V

Part II  || Part III  || Part IV

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Summary: Steve receives an information about possible Bucky's location. Bucky has to deal with a consequences of failure to perform his task. He's found by Steve and his friends. They take the Winter Soldier to Shield base, but peace doesn't last long. A mysterious envoy of Hydra is on a spoor of Bucky.

Word Count:  3338

Warnings: none

Steve was looking for Bucky since two weeks. Unfortunately, there was no signs of where he can be. Steve almost lost his hope, but some day, on Wednesday, something had changed.

He was at the daily training session with Sam and Clint, when two high rank agents approached them at the training room. “Captain” one of them spoke slowly. Steve lifted his chin up and looked at the man in the suit. “Yes?” he frowned a bit. Wilson and Barton walked to Steve and measured agents with surprised glances. “We have an information about Winter Soldier” the agent in a black suit said simply. Second man started to look for something in his case. After a while he pulled out a red briefcase with a handwritten inscription on it. “JAMES BARNES.” Steve’s heart immediately raced in his chest as he noticed the superscription. Without any words he took the folder in his hands and opened it. He started to read, turning around to the other men and walked to the nearest bench. He took a seat, still reading a dossiers. “Steve?” Sam walked to his friend, looking down at him. Steve was silent still, but after few moments he slowly lifted chin to look at his buddy. “They know where he is” he mumbled with a trembling voice.

It was a hard time for the Soldier. He needed to face never-ending pain, nearly death and angst, which they had offered him. After few days of tortures he was so tired that he even couldn’t defend himself anymore. It was a point where he was begging. About even a few drops of a water… He hated to be dependent on them, but if he wanted to survive, he just hadn’t other choice.

“You failed” his handler was standing next to the one of a generals of Hydra. Bucky was sitting at the metal chair in the interrogation’s room, he was looking at both of the men with a cold glance of his blue eyes. “We checked upon your files, Soldier” general’s voice was frigid. No emotions at his face. Bucky knew that man was rather too young for someone with such high rank. It meant he had no scruples. It was easy to advance in Hydra’s structure, the only things you had to have was perkiness and uncompromising attitude. Bucky knew also he could kill both of them within 30 seconds. But he was too exhausted to even try to fight. “And we have made our decision” a wry smile crept onto his handler’s mouth. Bucky didn’t even blink. The two men exchanged their glances in a silence. “You’ll be executed tomorrow, at the dawn” general said simply. “You know too many things. You didn’t give us any other choice, Soldier.” Bucky didn’t show any signs of a fear, but deep inside he was screaming from a dismay. After a second he cooled himself down and he started to create a plan of an escape. They wanted his death, but he wouldn’t give them a satisfaction. If they wanted to kill him, first they’ll have to break him down.

At the dawn, Bucky has been awoken by four soldiers. The captaincy had sent such many soldiers to drag him at the main square of the headquarters just to make sure he won’t escape. But Bucky was calm. Maybe even too calm, but fortunately men didn’t notice it. His plan has just started.

Once they brought him at the square he noticed, that there was a firing squad awaiting for him. But he was still calm. He let soldiers to take him at the middle of the square where they tied his hands behind his back. He even let them to put an old, stinky bag on his head so he couldn’t see anything.

After several seconds he heard a sound of a reloaded weapons. He didn’t show any fear. He was standing still, with the bag on his head, his back straight and hands tied behind. He was breathing calmly, repeating the plan in his mind. He started to count to 3.

…1… He knew the firing squad was aiming at him. …2…. The voice of the main commander who ordered soldiers to prepare themselves to shot. …3… In the last moment Bucky tautened his muscles, tearing the chains up. Second later he made a backflip, hitting the nearest soldier in chin with his combat boot. As soon as man was down, Bucky took his Makarov pistol and quickly aimed in the second soldier, killing him with a one single shot. The firing squad shot. Three or four bullets ricocheted from Bucky’s metal arm, next two bullets hit brunette in the chest. Bucky yelled loudly in a pain before he fall down on the concrete. Still holding the gun in his hand, with a metal palm he pressed the wounds on his chest, trying to catch a breath. A fear started to overwhelm him, but he couldn’t let it to happen. When four or five soldiers have ran to him, Bucky got up and started a grapple. He managed to pull the long knife from a pocket of the nearest soldier and with it he splitted man’s throat. Then he quickly stabbed another man in chest. Suddenly he felt a huge pain in his back. Bucky clenched his teeth to hold back a scream. He turned around and saw one of the commanders in front of him. Man was holding a knife in his hand, he threw Bucky a vicious gaze. “You fucking piece ofa shit!” man shouted, attacking Bucky. After few moments the two man was laying down on the ground, tussled fiercely. Bucky finally with all his strength stab the knife in commander’s throat. He felt a warm, viscous liquid on his hand. Blood. The blonde man, who was laying beneath Bucky, laughed weakly, looking straight in the blue eyes of the Soldier. “They’ll find… you… everywhere.. They don’t… like… to… lose their toys..” Bucky smiled only and hit man with his metal arm straight in face. He heard the sound of broken nose, he felt like man’s face was changing in a bloody slurry. He didn’t stop until whole bones in man’s face weren’t broken. He only atopped when man was still. He looked down and let out a sigh, seeing what he has done. But he wasn’t sorry about that. They forced him to do so. There was a blood on his hands, on his face, in his hair, he felt that his grey shirt was soaked with blood too. His chest was hurting him oh so badly, but he couldn’t stop. Not now.

When only he left alive on the square, the Soldier began calculating his strategy. How many more soldiers? Where are the weapons stored? What is his exit plan? The truth was he didn’t believe he’ll make it. But he did. And now he had to run. As far as he only could. He put a lo g knife in his combat boot, he took two more and placed them in his pants’ pockets. He took also as much magazines as he could carry, putting them in his free pockets in his military pants. He took two pistols in his hands and walked straight to the main building of the base.

As soon as he opened the door, he shot the two soldiers first, firing before they had time to suspect the Soldier is no longer their creature. Then he walked straight to where he knew the transport sheds hold the trucks he’ll need to escape. There were soldiers awaiting him between the building and the sheds and they put up stronger resistance. But he fought his way into the sheds.

He put volleys of bullets into the engine blocks of the trucks he didn’t take, so his pursuers will have to call for help, but he knew it won’t be enough. Escape will require all his skills. And more luck than he though the universe will grant him. But he’s come too far. He won’t surrender so easily. They have made a weapon on him. And he’ll use that weapon against them all.

An hour’s hard drive got him to a city, named Zhukovsky. As he entered the city limits, he could already see signs that his enemies are closing around him. Troop transports on main streets. Police and soldiers already on the streets, checking papers. He needed to move fast, to get himself out of here, out of Russia.

He parked the truck in an industrial area. He got off the car and almost immediately he feel on the ground. The sharp pain in his chest threw him on his knees.

After few minutes he managed to got up and he slowly walked into the direction of the forest on the horizon.

He didn’t know how long he was hedging throughout the forest. Finally he slowly sank on his knees, leaning back against the tree. He was pressing the metal palm to the wounds on his chest. He was breathing slowly. Suddenly he realized that with an air, the blood was exhaled with his breaths. He probably had injured lungs. He looked at his metal palm. It was covered in a blood. His own blood.

He got to fight another fight. He got to run another night. He was on his way, and he didn’t feel right. He gotta get himself back. He couldn’t be beaten, that was a fact. He’ll find a way. They ain’t gonna take him down, no way.

He didn’t even notice, when he lost his senses. Whole world has faded away in a darkness.

Steve was walking throughout a forest, he was carefully looking around. Sam and Clint were with him, safeguarding their backs. “Are you sure, Steve?” Clint asked simply, his bow was prepared to shot in every moment. It was a dark night, clouds were veiling the moon, so there was literally no light, it handicapped the search. They had to use a flashlights, but even that didn’t help at all. They erred in a dense fog. Every path they had chosen, was leading to nowhere. But Steve received a confirmed informations. Bucky had to be somewhere around. Suddenly Sam has stopped, raising his hand up, he gave a sign to rest to be quiet. Clint approached Steve and aimed ahead, he was ready to shot. A figure has slowly emerged from the mist. Steve immediately recognized him. It was Bucky. His metal arm was glistening in a light of Sam’s flashlight. Brunette was slowly walking in their direction, holding himself by a chest. He slowly sank down on his knees, letting out a quiet whimper as he did. Steve wasn’t waiting any longer, he ran to the man and knelt next to him, supporting him from falling completely on the ground. “BUCKY….” Rogers whispered, laying Soldier carefully on the forest floor. He slowly pushed man’s hand off his chest to realized there was a huge stain of a fresh blood at his shirt. Falcon and Hawkeye walked to them, lightening place up with their flashlights. “He’s injured” Sam notified quietly. Steve only nodded, slipping hand under Bucky’s arm to lift him up. “Help me, guys” Rogers asked slightly and after a while Barnes was again standing on his feet, supported by Captain America himself. “Let’s take him to the base. There they’ll look upon him” Steve announced as they were walking back to their plain.

Bucky slowly opened his eyes, looking around with a unconscious gaze.

He was in a little room with a walls in a subtle shade of sand. He was laying on a bed, covered with a warm white quilt. His head was rested at the fluffy pillow. Bucky was breathing calmly. When he wanted to get up, he felt a strong hand on his chest which brought him back down in the pillow. The Soldier looked at the side and paled.

Captain America. His former target.

He opened his mouth, but not even a single word had left them. “Shhh… You shall rest now” blonde man took hand back, looking down at the Soldier. “You has been seriously injured.”

Brunette swallowed before he finally spoke. “Who is Bucky?” That was the only one question he wanted to ask. He needed to know. His blue eyes seemed to drill through other man’s chest, reaching his soul. “You are Bucky” Steve managed to whisper after a while of an awkward silence. “Your name is James Barnes, but we all used to call you Bucky or Buck..” Brunette turned his glance aside. “I don’t remember” he mumbled under his breath. “You need a time.. Hydra was in a control over you.” Bucky let himself to close eyes for a while. “And who are you?” the Soldier asked hesitantly. “They said you’re an enemy.” Steve sighed deeply, rubbing his chin. “I’m Steve.. Steve Rogers. And I’m not the enemy. I’m your friend..” he did everything to hide a single tear which was streaming down his face. Bucky turned himself on a side. “I wanna be alone..” he splattered slightly. Steve sighed and slowly rose up from the chair. “I’m glad you’re alive” Rogers added before he left a room.

Itsy bitsy spider is climbing on the wall. Better watch your step or in her web you’ll fall. Spin you round in circles in a net of doubt. If you’re stuck, I’m done with you, beause I won’t get you out.

She was a handsome woman, built on the gorgeous lines of a Renaissance goddess. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy red hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from satin. Her pastel white flawless skin made her beautiful pink full lips stand out. The way her long lashes framed her eyes when she captured a target turning them into a stone and the way her full lips would curl into a mischievous grin every time she did so. She had a little mole next to her left eyebrow. Her shape like a rock guitar - rounded hips and very pronounced waist. Her long legs were perfect too.

She appeared in the cafe with the winter snow billowing around her short black skirt. She had a tight lacy blouse under a black coat. Most of people inside did pay an attention to her beauty. She was literally stunning. The clicking of her high heels added rhythm to the soft classical music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone. She walked to a counter, with hipnotizing swing in her hips. She rested hands on the counter, subtly leaning forward to a waiter. “Excuse me” she whispered softly, her voice delicate as a petal of a rose. “I’m looking for someone.” Man behind a bar lifted his chin to give her a look. She opened her little purse and pulled out a photo, which next she gave to a man. “Do you know maybe, where I can find him?” young woman asked. Man was looking at the picture for a while, then he gave it back to the girl. “I do know him. It’s Captain America, everyone knows him here. The easiest way to find him is to go to the S.H.I.E.L.D base, at the shore of the river. It’s a large building, you won’t have any problems to find it” he said, looking obstinately in woman’s decolletage. Redhead nodded slightly, putting the picture back into her purse, then she thanked and turned around to leave thw cafe.

But at the door, she stopped. She has slowly looked around before she pulled a gun out of her coat’s pocket. With several shots she killed everyone in the cafe. Without a blink. She didn’t want to be recognised, that was why she did so.

After all, she put her Desert Eagle Magnum back into her pocket and then redhead has left the cafe, without any witnesses. The place luckily was located at the suburbs of the city, so she was mirebthan sure that no one has seen her. Now she knew, what she has to do.

Two weeks have passed.

Bucky was slowly coming back to his full strengths under watchful eye of Steve. Not everyone was glad about the Winter Soldier presence in the base. Black Widow was constantly showing, how unhappy she is with that fact by never-ending arguments with Rogers and Barnes. Nick Fury ordered agents to keep an eye on Bucky, so there wasn’t a moment, when he could be fully alone.

That day Steve took him at the little walk. Practically, both of them have sneaked out from under the tutelage. They wanted to talk in peace, without a neighboring glances. Steve decided to take Bucky to the little park located at the other side of the river. “How’s your chest?” blonde asked with a care in his voice aa they both took a seats at the wooden bench.

The winter was rather beautiful. The snow was slowly circulating down in the gentle wind, a frosty air was gently pinching the cheeks of two men.

“It’s fine” Bucky’s low voice seemed to slit the air. Steve took a deep breath, improving his blue scarf. “Something new?” Rogers enquired. Bucky shook his head slightly. “Only the fact your mom’s name was Sarah” brunette rubbed his hands to warm them up a bit. Steve couldn’t help but smiled, putting palm at Bucky’s shoulder. “Yes. You have right, Buck.” The Soldier looked at the Captain with an  impassable sadness in those blue eyes of his. “I wish I could remember more, but sometimes.. I just can’t trust my own mind.” Steve nodded. “I know, Buck. I know.”

They spent almost half an hour, talking with each other. Then, when the sun went down, Steve commanded a way back to the base.

When the two men were at a wide path between a rows of trees, they heard some noises behind them. It was a sound of reloaded gun. They both turned around. Steve’s brows narrowed, he instinctively put a hand at Bucky’s chest, pushing him back a little.

In front of them was standing a young redhead woman. She was holding a gun in her straight hands, aiming in Captain’s head.

“Steve…” Bucky said slowly. Blonde gave his friend a sign to stay silent. “Who’re you?” Rogers asked simply. Redhead’s lips turned into a wry smile. “You’re in my way, Captain, so you better watch out” her voice was melodious. “And you’re in a possession of something, which belongs to Hydra.”

Steve looked at Bucky with a corner of his eye. She wanted Bucky.

“Who’re you?” he repeated coldly, slowly reaching to his pocket, where he had a pager. He pushed the button hoping that Sam will hear the sound of his own pager at the gym. Woman laughed shortly. “You’re pathetic. You always have been. You really thought Hydra has been destroyed, but as you can see you were wrong. Now give the Winter Soldier back to us and no one will be hurt.”

Steve slowly started to take little steps backward. He was without his shield, without a protection. They were at the open terrain, there was no place to hide. And Bucky was with him. He couldn’t lose Bucky again. Not after all those years. Not when he just got him back…

Woman was dressed in a black leather pants and a black bluse with a tactic vest on top of it. Her outfit was emphasizing her body shape, she was slim and fit.the Her combat boots had a high sole and they also were black. Her long wavy red hair were loose. She was measuring him with a cold gaze of her blue eyes.

“Who’re you!?” this time Steve yelled. He was trying to gain some precious time.

Young woman lifted her chin up a bit, looking hardly at Steve, she smiled wryly. “I’m the new generation of the Winter Soldier.”

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part VI

Part II  || Part III || Part IV  || Part V continuation of imagine

Summary: Bucky and Steve fight together against Hydra's agents, but unfortunately not everything is going right...

Word Count: 1379

Warnings: none

“Behind you! Bucky!” Steve yelled.

Bucky saw them then. Silent as beetles, two men scuttled toward him. More followed, slipping from behind the trees. Under cover of the snow and fog, the pack had stalked in, unseen, converging from three directions. They were from Hydra. They carried knives, chains and guns.

They’d sent the girl as a honey pot to hold Steve and Bucky in place while the gang closed in. She’d smiled at them while she was planning to watch them die.

“More of them down that way” Steve dropped out of the fog, into his usual place, taking the left. They were two against that many…

Bucky quickly reached to his pocket, pulling out a little knife. He picked a target - one of men in front, where his friends would see him die - and threw his weapon. The man collapsed with a sucking, bubbling neck wound. The familiar stink of death rose in the alley. Bucky pulled his second knife. The thugs hesitated, sending glances back and forth, fingering blade and cudgel. Attack or retreat. It could go either way. If this lasts long, they’ll get killed.

“Mine on the right” Bucky threw and his blade hit badly and glanced off a collar bone of another enemy soldier. One man down. One wounded. “Waste of a knife, damn” Bucky growled in a low voice, looking briefly at Steve.

Steve nodded and ran straight at another Hydra’s soldier, after a second they both were tussling on the snow. Rogers straddled man, pinning him down as his fists were aiming blows in man’s face. He stopped only, when he felt a strong thwack in the back of his head.

Bucky’s last knife was in his boot. Not for throwing. This one was for killing up close. He forced his mind to the pattern the attackers wove, trying to spot the leader. Kill the leader and the others might scatter. And in a flash he realized. SHE WAS A LEADER OF THE PACK.

There was no way to get the woman. She stayed in their shadow, using Hydra’s soldiers as a shield. Then he didn’t think about her at all. Chain whistled past him. Bucky turned around and grabbed it and jerked the man off balance and drove his knife through a gap in the leather waistcoat, up under the breastbone, to the heart.

For an instant Bucky stood locked, face to face, with the man he’d just killed - a thickset red-head with pale skin and vicious, gleeful, mad blue eyes. Outrage and disbelief pulsed out at him and drained away. Man’s eyes went blank. Then the dead bastard thrashed, rolled with the knife, and took it down with him as he fell. There was no time to get it back. A crowbar cracked down on his shoulder with a bright, sour, copper pain. Bucky fell, dodged a boot, and rolled away as Steve took down his attacker.

The woman screamed. “Take ‘em alive! THEY want them alive! Move your fucking fat asses, suckers!”

Up. He had to get up. Bucky got back on his feet, shaking his head, trying to see through a black haze. The girl was standing between two men, aiming her gun in them. The Soldier staggered through madness and confusion, fog and pain. Steve was swearing a blue streak.

Suddenly more agents appeared from different sides.

“FUCK” Bucky cursed aloud, looking at Steve. “There’s too many of them! Call for a support, Steve.” “I did” Rogers quickly looked around. He ran to the nearest bench and ripped off its back. He was going to use it to the defence.

Redhead woman was observing all that scene with a restlessness. She briefly looked at her watch. 10:12 PM. She was belated and she knew she’s gonna be punished by her leaders. If they ordered her to be back in base at 10:10 PM, she was just obligated to do so, no matter with costs. She threw a cold glance at the man on her left. “Agent 3, we can’t allow it to lasts. Use the Alsatian.” Man nodded slightly and whistled loudly.

Bucky and Steve were fighting still, when they heard a mighty roar nearby. Agents, which were attacking them, moved away apace. Bucky helped Steve to rise up from the ground. He suddenly noticed, that Steve’s face was changing. His friend paled, looking above Bucky’s shoulder with a horror on his face.

Bucky turned his head back gradually. Bucky instinctively took a step back, allignig with Steve.

In front of them, few meters away, was standing something he saw for the first time in his life.

From the shadows came a huge wolf or something similar, much more bigger than a normal wolf, yet he was no an ordinary predator. He moved to block them, staring with almost human eyes at them. The wolf had a huge scar across a right side of his face, the green eyes were glowing in a dim light of lanterns in the park. The black-grey fur was ruffled by each wind blow. The only sound was his breathing, his flaring nostrils as he took in Bucky’s scent. He curled up his gums to reveal yellow stained teeth and then let out a low rumbling growl.

Bucky slowly turned his head to face Steve. “What now, Mr Know-It-All?” Bucky asked quietly. Steve started to move backward as slowly as he could, still with hia eyes on the animal. “Slowly, Buck. Don’t make any chaotic movements…” So Bucky did as Steve said. It was until the Soldier stepped on the branch, which cracked under pressure of his boots.

But animal didn’t attack. The wolf slowly stepped back, disappearing in the shadow.

Redhead’s lips curled up into a wry smile when agents attacked Rogers and Barnes once again. The two men seemed to be tired of the fight and she knew it won’t be long.

Bucky managed to take down 3 of the agents rather easily, Steve with all his strength was fighting against the biggest of the men.

Bucky wanted to help his friend, so he walked at the attacker, but suddenly he heard something behind.

Through the darkness came the glow of two green eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the ground. They moved with a slight sway, as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. But it definelty wasn’t a cat. Bucky stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. In less than two seconds he was on his back gasping for air. The first strike was with a poisoned claw to slow the reaction time of the victim, after that it was play time. The monster sank his teeth into Bucky’s neck, not too deep, but deep enough to weaken brunette’s strengths with a blood loss. Bucky let out a vicious scream, with his metal hand he grasped the throat of the huge animal and squeezed it as hard as he only could. With all his strength he pushed animal back, turning quickly at his knees. Man crawled aside, pressing his wound on neck with his hand. He could easily heard that wolf was preparing himself to the second attack, but suddenly another sound appeared. A chopper. That probably was a reason he hasn’t been attacked again.

Bucky lifted his head, seeing how Steve has been pinned down to the ground by two agents, one of them used an inhibitor to make sure Steve won’t fight again. The electricity ran quickly throughout whole Rogers’ body, causing a loud yell of pain.

Bucky yelled too, from anger and helplessness. Now, when everything seemed to be coming back to normal, Hydra stepped into their lives again. In the most cruel way.

Bucky felt, how heavy his eyelids were becoming with every second. He laid himself back on the snow, on his back, looking at the dark night sky. With a corner of his eye he noticed a black military chopper landed on the small meadow behind the trees. The last thing he saw was the redhead woman, she crouched next to him. “You see, Barnes, Hydra always receives everything she wants” her voice began to fade out, blurring to nothingness as all around him.

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part VII

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V  || Part VI continuation of imagine

Summary: Bucky and Steve woke up in Hydra’s base... nothing gonna be so easy now.

Word Count: 2765

Warnings: none

He slowly opened his eyes, looking around with unconscious glance. He was in a little room. He almost immediately recognized that place. It was his room in Hydra’s base. “Fuck..” Bucky cursed under his breath, slowly sitting at the edge of bed. His head was hurting so badly, he had dizzy.

Few minutes have passed before he was able to rise from his seat. He walked to the door unsteadily, leaning his metal hand against a cold wall for a support. He put hand at a handle and he tried to opened the door, but he quickly realized they were locked.

“Not so quick, soldier” a soft voice came to his ears from behind. He turned around and frowned. From the shadow of his room appeared a figure. Redhead female. “You…” he growled, his hands clenched into fists. The woman took a lock of her hair behind her ear. She smirked, her eyes were glowing in a dim light falling to the room throughout a little window placed under the ceiling. “And who were you expecting, soldier?” she asked in a soft voice. “Someone competent” he snapped angrily in response. Another wave of a terrible headache caused, that Bucky almost lost his balance, so he leaned his back against the metal door. Female laughed, but her laugh was cold like a ice needles. “So here I am, soldier” girl without any signs of a hesitation took a seat at Bucky’s bed, her eyes were still on him. “If you think that someone from captaincy will come to bargain, you’re fucking wrong, honey.” “Don’t call me that, fucking slatch” he threw her an angry glance, what only caused another wave of her laugh. “Where’s Steve?” Woman slowly, with a grace, crossed her legs. “Our doctors are taking care of him now” she said with a shrug. “So will they about you too, soon.”

Bucky took a deep breath. He only wanted to break her neck, but it wouldn’t help at the moment. He needed to invent a good plan, if he wanted to help  himself and Steve. “Get out” he finally snarled, not even looking at the woman. “I wanna be alone.”

Redhead was sitting still for a moment, then she slowly rose from the place and with a swing in her hips, she approached him. He didn’t see a fear in her. She was a weapon. So was he. At least they had something in common… He frowned again, when her palm has rested at his metal limb. Her fingers traced a way down, to his palm. “You see, soldier. That’s our fate. To be alone” she said, her blue eyes shifted over his body to finally rest at his face.

He couldn’t bear it any longer, he couldn’t bear her glance, so gently but decisively he pushed her back. “Don’t touch me” Bucky muttered quietly, this time he didn’t run away with his own glance. He was looking hardly into her eyes. If this was a test of strength, he couldn’t gamble away…

A little smile crept onto her lips, before she nodded slightly. “Move away” she ordered coldly, so he did. He shifted aside, making a space at door. Female opened the door with a little golden key, which she pulled out of her pocket. She didn’t look at him, when she was leaving his room. She didn’t even look around, when she was walking along the long corridor, with that sweet swing in her hips. She was so hipnotizing…

Bucky was surprised that she didn’t lock his door again, but deep inside he knew it could be nothing more but trap, so he decided to not risk too much. He closed the door and he walked to his bed. He sat on the mattress, letting out a deep sigh. That woman started to annoy him. She was too confident. Too reinless. He thought that she has been through same tortures he has been through for all those years. Bucky slowly laid his head at the single pillow, looking up at the ceiling. He closed eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the sleep wouldn’t want to come to him. Bucky’s thoughts were still going about Steve. He couldn’t stop it. But finally, after several minutes, he fell asleep.

He had a nightmare. He was in a room filled with darkness. He heard a familiar voice. “Till the end of the line, Buck.” In next moment he felt a blade stabbed his heart.

He woke up, covered in a cold sweat. He had to find Steve.

Steve woke up groggy and very unsure of where he was. There were voices around him but Steve couldn’t make out what they were saying, and there were metal bands being secured to different parts of his body, locking him in place in what felt like a chair. Something was shoved into his mouth.

The murmur of voices suddenly cut off and then…

PAIN.

The most intense pain Steve had ever felt, radiating throughout his head. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but it was all consuming, keeping him from thinking about anything except the pain. Eventually, the pain stopped. And then, after a while, it started up again.

Steve opened his eyes slowly, giving himself time to adjust to the new light. When there were no more spots in his eyes he could see a tiled ceiling above him, florescent lights spaced evenly throughout it.

After a few moments of wondering, Steve sat up and looked around. He was lying in a small bed in a small room. It felt familiar, looking similar to a single hospital room.

Suddenly some unfamiliar figure entered to the room. “Captain, it’s very good to see you awake” the man’s voice was smooth and he took a few extra steps into the room. Steve stood up to greet him, and shook his hand when the man offered his. “Where am I?” Steve asked simply, trying to remember, who that man might be. “You’re in the Complex Zero” man uttered slightly. “You’re working for our organization, Captain.” Steve’s brow went up in a consternation when four armed soldiers entered the room, taking places next to the door.

Steve cleared his throat anxiously. “If you don’t mind my asking, Sir, what exactly is going on?” Man looked him over for a few moments, before he spoke. “Captain Rogers, we are going to reveal to you some information that you’re really not going to like. But, once you understand, I believe that you will see that we are on the right side of this.” Steve only felt more confusion. “Of course, Sir… I’m sure whatever you have to tell me can’t be that bad…right?” “Alright, Captain Rogers” man sighed, “the truth of the matter is that we work for an organization, in fact, I’m one of the heads of said organization, that fights against what you might consider ‘the right thing.’ We fight for the people, if you give people too much freedom, such horrible things can happen. Two World Wars, for example, and so many other wars. Our organization’s purpose is to help the world’s population in making the decisions that they are not ready to make. We do good work, Captain Rogers.”

Steve frowned. “I…don’t understand” he admitted. “Why would I be against that? I mean, it just sounds like you’re doing what a government would do, right? You’re making the big decisions so everyone else doesn’t have to. Isn’t that what our government has always done?”

One of the soldiers smiled widely. “Precisely, Captain Rogers. We’re just doing what anyone else would do.”

“So…why, exactly, would I be against it?” Everyone in the room tensed ever so slightly. After a few tense moments, man in the suit sighed. “Because we go by the name Hydra, Captain.”

For a few seconds it was so silent. Then Steve was in motion, sprinting towards the door. People cursed, and Steve felt two pairs of hands clamp down on him. He managed to yank out of three of the hands, but one had a good grip and didn’t let go of his shirt. Steve reached the door anyway, but there was nothing he could do - the door was biometrically locked. Steve whirled around, coming face to face with the soldier, who owned the hand still grasping his shirt. Steve slammed a fist into the man’s face, which made him stumble away, but then another man was suddenly there,throwing punches and kicking out.

When the two of them managed to pin him, there was the slight pinch on his neck of a needle sliding in, and after another moment, his vision faded to black.

It has been three or four days since the moment, when he and Steve have been captured by Hydra. Bucky couldn’t bear with the feeling of an anxiety about Steve, so he decided to try to find his friend. Using the fact his doors weren’t locked, Bucky slowly opened them and walked at the corridor. He looked around, but there were no guards or soldiers, so brunette apace walked ahead.

I’m wasted… All I wanna do is find you. I’m faded… All I wanna do is save you.

All the corridors were similar, but he was taking the way instinctively. He knew that place as his own pocket. It was easy for him to find a correct way to the laboratory level. He had a feeling that Steve was there.

Bucky rapidly opened the huge metal door at the end of one of the corridors and he needed to blink few times. An alburnum of the next corridor has blinded him for a while. When his eyes got used to it, he started to walk along the corridor, faster and faster with each step.

Suddenly he heard a loud scream and he recognised the voice. It was Steve. Bucky ran ahead, as fast as he only could. At the end of the corridor he fell at few guards, they were trying to stop him, but Bucky attacked them with all his might. As soon as they all were down, he forced the door in and he steeped into the small room. There was only a huge window opposite him, so Barnes walked to it. He looked through it and paled.

He saw a huge laboratory room. There was a single metal chair in the middle of the room. And there Steve was sitting… Bucky hitted in the window few times, but it was a bulletproof tempered glass. It only caused that few doctors raised their heads to give him a look. Bucky was cursing loudly, still hitting the window’s glass. He sweared to himself that he’ll kill them all. For what they did to Steve…

There was also a man, dressed in a black suit. He threw Bucky a rude gaze, a mischief grin appeared on man’s face.

Suddenly Bucky felt a strong blow in the back of his head. He fell in the ground, loosing his senses.

“Any progress?” Steve knew that voice, but he couldn’t place where from.

“It’s the same each day. The first six hours after the wipe are perfect, he’s just like The Soldier, taking orders without question, doing anything and everything we require of him. However, after that, he continuing gets better and better until, at twenty-four hours, he’s the same man he was before the wipe. We’re at eleven hours right now. It’s quite remarkable, really, the way the serum in his blood works, regenerating his brain cells again and again without fault.”

There was a sound of annoyance, and then there was a hand on his chin, lifting his head. Steve blinked blearily, his vision a little foggy, and looked up at the sort-of-familiar face now hovering in front of him. It was a man in suit, with glasses, who was looking at him curiously.

“Are you in there, Captain?” the man’s mouth moved and the words came out, but they seemed disconnected in Steve’s mind. Steve didn’t know how to reply to the words, didn’t particularly understand what they meant, so he just stared back at the man and tried to remember where he’d seen him before. Nothing was clicking, so Steve gave up on trying, it would come back to him eventually. Probably…

Steve yanked against the metal bands restraining him to the chair, glaring at all of the technicians in the room. They all seemed to be waiting for something, none of them meeting his eyes. Frankly, Steve didn’t really know why they weren’t wiping him again, that’s what they always did when he fully regained himself again. Steve didn’t quite know why, if they knew he was going to get his fully memory back after twenty-four hours, why keep trying? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

Finally, the door to the room slid open and in walked man named Aiden Black, the freaking head of Hydra. He was dressed, as per usual, in a tailored three-piece suit. Redhead female came in behind him, in her normal fitted black shirt and pants, and black leather jacket. “Good morning, Captain. I trust you slept well?” Black said congenially, hands in his trouser pockets. Steve simply glared back, scowling, not giving them any response. At his lack of answer, Black simply shrugged. “Ah, well. It doesn’t matter. I’m here to talk to you about your new and complete loyalty to Hydra.”

Steve couldn’t help but scoff at that. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you actually think that I’m going to ever be loyal to Hydra. I won’t do a single thing for you, Black.”

Black just gave a knowing smile and tilted his head. “We’ll see about that. Bring him in!” Suddenly, the door slid open again and few soldiers walked in, looking slightly smug, which was a little disconcerting considering the circumstances. Behind one of the soldiers was another man. The man had shoulder-length brown hair and a metal arm, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing Steve had ever seen and the man’s face…

Oh shit.

“B-Bucky?” Steve stuttered out.

It was Bucky, but, at the same time, it wasn’t. His face was expressionless, his eyes staring lifelessly at the wall far behind Steve. His arms hung loosely at his sides, fingers not even twitching as he stood, perfectly still. There was something so… blank about him, something so dead, that it made a shudder run up Steve’s spine.

“Quite the sight, isn’t he?” Black said proudly, going to stand by Bucky’s side. He put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and Steve yanked against his bindings at the sight, snarling and gnashing his teeth like a wild animal. “His arm, it’s been modified throughout the years as the world had a lot of technological advances, but it’s quite similar to the original model.”

Seeing Bucky standing in front of him was life changing, even though Bucky wasn’t quite himself.

“You’re a smart man, Captain Rogers, I’m sure you can put the pieces together. How does Mr. Barnes fit into your new loyalty to us?” The blonde snarled, understanding perfectly. “If I don’t cooperate, if I don’t do everything you say, you’ll hurt him. You’ll hurt Bucky.”

Black nodded, satisfied. “Exactly, Captain Rogers, you got it in one. Now, you are going to be released from that chair, and you are not going to attack anyone. If you do, well, you will be subdued and Mr. Barnes will be hurt. Have I made myself clear?” Steve nodded, resigned and Black nodded to one of the technicians, who pushed a couple buttons on his computer and the metal bands holding Steve down snapped open. Steve immediately jumped to his feet and rushed to Bucky’s side, murmuring his name.

Black took a few steps towards the door, and then turned back. “Oh, one last thing, Captain Rogers. Hidden away in Mr. Barnes’s metal arm is not only a tracking devise that works anywhere in the world, but an explosive devise that will make him and anything within two-hundred feet of him go boom. So I want to make myself very clear, Captain, if you try to escape, whether you’re on mission with Mr. Barnes or just hanging about this facility, I will not hesitate to push a button and make sure you won’t even be able to scrape pieces of him off the sidewalk, he’ll be so demolished.”

There was a pause, and then Aiden Black smiled, completely at ease. “I look forward to us working together, Captain.”

Author: Beast

My little treasure || Teaser

Summary: Long time after events of CW Bucky returned to normal life. He even addopted little girl.  After many years of calm life girl’s old problems return.

Word Count: 832

Warnings: none

[A/N] So... it’s short... But I was thinking over this long time. I hope you all gonna like it.

Bucky sighed heavily and flopped on couch.  It was middle of the night and He just returned home… There was a reason for him to return. Bucky slowly got up and went to kitchen. Suddenly He heard loud scream from one of the bedrooms. Man quickly rushed to bedroom and opened door. Bucky looked inside and sighed sadly when He saw young girl sitting on bed.  She was the reason. The reason for him to return home every evening. His daughter. His girl. His everything.

Bucky went inside and sat on bed “Andrea… Angel, what’s wrong.” He asked and pulled girl into a hug. Andrea sighed heavily and hugged to him tight, girl started cry. Bucky only rubbed her head “You are warm… I think you have fever… Again.” He said quietly and girl only nodded.

After few hour when Andrea was finally asleep again Bucky noticed that She still had glove on her right hand, He shook his head and slowly removed glove, revealing silver metal hand. After few minutes Bucky was again sitting in living room, thinking what to do now. He got up from couch and walked to phone to call Steve. He was waiting at Steve to pick up but he only heard voice of young boy “Um… H-Hello..” Bucky blinked and smiled softly “Hey Grant… Sorry that I woke you up. Can you give me Steve… I need to talk with him.” Bucky muttered softly “Hi Mr. Barnes… Sorry… But dad still didn’t returned home.” Boy said. Bucky nodded and sighed softly “Okay, thanks kiddo. Please, when He will be back tell him I want meet with him. Good night.” He said. “Sure… No problem, Mr. Barnes… Good night.” Bucky sighed and put his phone away. He went to bathroom to take shower, later He went to bed.

At morning Bucky was in kitchen, Making breakfast when Andrea came to kitchen. Bucky smiled at girl “Good morning sweetheart. I wasn’t home really long time yesterday… So I decided to make your favorite pancakes with fruits.” He said happily but his happiness quickly faded. Girl didn’t say a word she only sat on a chair and looked at her tea. “Here you go…” Bucky said quietly and put plate in front of girl. She only nodded “Thanks dad… I will eat in my room.” Andrea said and took plate. Bucky sighed sadly and shook his head, watching his daughter.

Bucky meet with Steve at small cafe. “Hey Buck.” Steve said happily and sat at the chair “Grant told me you wanted met. Something’s wrong? Something’s wrong with Andrea?” He asked a bit worried. Bucky only nodded “Yes… This happen with her again Steve… nightmares, fevers… With every day… She close herself more.” He said with voice full of worries. Steve sighed and shook his head “Bucky… What you were expecting? You were warned that this can return… We don’t know what THEY put into her head.” Steve muttered In this moment Bucky lost his hope for support from his best friend. Somewhere deep inside him something just snapped “For fuck’s sake Steve! She was only five years old when We found her. Now she is 17 it was fucking 12 years without bigger problems… Why this returned now?! I don’t want lose my daughter.” Bucky growled. “She Is Not Your Daughter Buck. You good knew that this can return. You are only her guardian. You are not her FATHER. You will have to take her back to S.H.I.E.L.D.” Steve said. Bucky sighed and rubbed his eyes He felt so helpless. It was all true, Andrea wasn’t his biological daughter but He really didn’t cared about this. Bucky raised her  since she was small girls and He loved her just like his own daughter “But I don’t want to… I just… I can’t.” Man said sadly. Steve rolled his eyes “You will have to do this, pal. There is no other way.” Bucky just got up and left Steve alone at cafe.

Bucky returned home and saw Andrea sitting on a stairs.

“Hey angel… What’s up?” She sighed sadly with tears in eyes  “I tried to be friends with girls from neighborhood… They… They said I’m a freak…” Andrea said looking at her meta hand “Why… Why I am different dad..?” She asked looking at Bucky sadly. Man smiled at girl sadly. He knew this feeling, it took him few years to live among normal people. Guy with metal arm was big ‘attraction’ but in bad meaning. It hurt him when He saw Andrea in such a mood “Sweetheart. You aren’t different. You are special… Just like your old father.” He smiled and sat next to her, rubbing her shoulder. Girl smiled sadly and hugged to him “I love you daddy.” She said quietly. Bucky already felt that her mood change, He hugged her back “I love you too, angel. You are my treasure… My little star. I will never leave you.” Bucky whispered, stroking Andrea’s hair.

Author: Cass

The chronicles of the winter || Part VIII

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI  || Part VII continuation of imagine

Summary:  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...

Word Count: 4296

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.

Author: Beast

BE QUIET || BUCKY X READER ONE SHOT

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.”

You rolled your eyes and smirked viciously.

“Let’s say I like them since now.”

Bucky smirked and watched as you left the gym.

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.”

Author: Beast

Gifs: X X

The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII || Parta VIII continuation of imagine

Summary: Steve’s mission went wrong… Very wrong.

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

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.

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” || BUCKY ONE SHOT

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.”

The chronicles of the winter || Part X

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII|| Parta VIII  || Part IX continuation of imagine

Word Count: 3059

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

Author: Beast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Redhead woman stepped into the room and was about to say something, but she only covered her mouth with hands. “Buck…” silent whisper left her mouth as she quickly got to her knees besides him. “Oh God, Steve, what’s with him!?” “He was shot” Captain said simply, looking around. “I need something, like material.. We need to stop the bleeding” he ordered coldly. Girl nodded slightly getting up. She ran to the bathroom and took two towels from the hangers. Minutes seemed like hours, but eventually the bleeding slowed. Steve scarcely cared that his clothes were now stained with it, just relieved that the mortal danger was now diminished. All towels were completely soaked with Bucky’s blood. Captain didn't waste any time trying to bandage the wound. Getting up and leaving him was not an option, not even for a moment, so he cannibalized his own shirt into a makeshift wrapping. He removed the soldier's shirt first and then folded up some of the fabric and pressed it to the injury. The bullet's possible presence in the wound was dimly acknowledged, but he didn't have the skill or tools to safely extract it. He would treat it proper later, but for now his main focus was to keep the bleeding at a minimum. He broke down his shirt into strips of fabric, knotting it together and using it to secure the fabric pad to the wound. “Steve…” Emily was whispering on and on, her soft hand placed on his shoulder. “Oh my God… We can’t lose him.. I can’t..” “Hush” Steve threw her a brief glance, to take care of Bucky’s wound shortly after.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blood has been cleaned away, Steve dried his hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No one of us had” man muttered.

Two days had passed very quickly.

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

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

And he managed to found something.

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

Emily was slowly getting ready to take a bath.

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

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

As she finally saw Steve’s smirking face, she let out a loud gasp. “You shouldn’t be in h..” “Shut up” he interrupted her by pushing her against the wall and locking his lips with hers. He could feel her resist at first, but he used his tongue to open Emily’s lips which was when she gave in and kissed him back. They were kissing each other hard now as his hand squeezed her boobs hard. After some time, he finally let her breathe. Still gasping for air, she stuttered. “W-what are you doing?.. What are WE doing, Steve..” He grinned at her and gave her a soft kiss while taking off her leggins. “Taking what’s mine, baby.” He slipped her shirt over her head and threw it on aside, where it’s quickly been joined by his own shirt. She was still leaning against the wall, still a little hesitant but definitely turned on as Steve can tell from her glowing cheeks and her rushing eyes. “Steve…” she bit her lower lip, looking hardly into his eyes.

She good knew it was one of the moments, when he wasn’t himself at all. Now he was Captain Hydra, not kind and polite Steve Rogers. Sometimes it was just like this, that he was loosing his personality for several minutes or a bit longer. And he was turning into a mess. She hated such moments, but she had to deal with it. And now, with that thick sexual tension in between them, she wasn’t even about to complain. Because she wanted him. She wanted Steve to fuck her senseless until she would be begging him to stop. She simply needed that. He grabbed her hand and guided it down his abs into his boxers. As she felt his hard cock, she let out a loud gasp and pull hand back quickly, but immediately regaining her confidence, she slided hand down again and firmly grab his cock. She noticed just now that he had undone her bra while he began to tease her hard nipples with his warm tongue, circling around and flicking against them. She began to stroke his cock slowly, as she looked into his eyes, mumbling. “We should stop, what if HE come in here?” He laughed quietly, quickly shove his hand into her lacy panties and thrust two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. As she started to moan loudly, Steve immediately covered her mouth with his other hand and whispered into her ear. “Can you shut the fuck up now, baby? Unless you want Bucky to catch us now.”

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

He took off his pants and threw them into the corner. As Emily took his cock into her hand and started to get on her knees, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back up, holding her face right in front of his. “None of this bullshit, baby.” He pushed her into the corner between the cold tile wall and a sink and lifted up one of her legs. Steve stood in front of her and quickly pushed his hard cock into her dripping pussy without wasting any time. Emily’s arms locked around his back and as he started thrusting himself into her, her nails digged into his butt, causing him to thrust even faster. As a loud moan tried to escape her mouth again, Captain quickly suffocated it by kissing her hard. He could feel her body losing control with every increase of pace. All her sense was his scent, his sweaty, muscular body pushing against hers, his throbbing cock pounding and stretching her tight little pussy, hitting her inner walls. Steve covered her mouth once more as her moans turned into screams. He felt her body shivered, then clenched hard around his cock for a second before shaking uncontrollably again as she bit one of his fingers that was covering her mouth. Steve pulled out his hard cock and once again Emily tried to get on her knees to make him cum with her mouth but she almost fell over, still having very little control of her own body. He grabbed her quickly and picked her up. “Did I say we’re done?” She looked a little scared as she saw the burning hunger in Steve’s eyes. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the sink, bending her over the counter. He slapped her butt hard, before he shoved his thick cock into her again from behind. This time was much quicker. Steve immediately started to pounding as hard as he only could, while pulling her head up by her hair so she could see him fucking her in the mirror. After roughly several seconds, he felt the familiar shivering and clenching, this time causing him to cum inside her pumping pussy as well. “FUCK, STEVE!” she couldn’t hold it any longer and screamed Steve’s name loudly, not caring if Bucky will hear it. Steve waited till he felt that every drop of his cum has been shot into her, then he pulled out his cock. He turned her around, kissed her hard one last time and smiled. “Good, baby. Now I know what Bucky meant telling me you’re the rapture” blonde man rushed to put his clothes back on, then he simply left the bathroom, fastening his belt, leaving Emily shaking and naked. Trembling all over her sweaty body, she looked after him, then she quickly closed the door to bathroom and got under the shower. She felt his semen dripping down her thighs. Emily allowed the cold water to stimulate her mind and body, pulling her out of the blissful lethargy after a fulfillment in arms of Captain Rogers.

The chronicles of the winter || Part XI

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII|| Parta VIII || Part IX || Part X continuation of imagine 

Word Count: 6770

Warnings: strong language, blood and injuries

Author: Beast

"You're safe, you're safe…"

The words reached him gradually, spoken softly and warmly as his tentative grip on reality tightened. He felt awful, head swimming and senses dulled. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the lull of sleep, to let go of consciousness and fall back into the waiting darkness, but he knew that would leave him vulnerable. The awareness of his own body was painfully slow to return. He was lying on something soft, his shoulder ached with a pain like broken glass in his head, his mouth was far too dry and something was touching him.

For some odd reason, he wasn't as panicked as he thought he'd be. Concerned was a more accurate word; concerned about what was near him and who was speaking, but the voice was comforting and gentle, and his guard wasn't so quick to build up. It was familiar in some odd way that he couldn't quite put his finger on; it was nothing like the barking orders and fearful murmurs of the white-coated men who pulled him from the icy depths of cryostasis. He couldn't have been in cryo for that matter, he felt too warm for that, and waking from that death-sleep never happened on something soft; he always awoke strapped down on a metal table, alone.

Movement in front of him; someone was standing, walking away. He heard wooden floorboards creak softly underfoot. Not in the facility. That was assuring, but also alarming. Where the hell was he, if he wasn't back there? Memories came back in a fuzzy tangle of pain and confusion, not at all clear and providing no answers. All he could definitively pick out was running, running, running, and suffocating pain. It was too much of a jumbled mess to make sense of.

Testing his body was difficult. The pain was sharp enough to register through the programming, indicating that something was damaged severely. His thoughts were too sluggish for him to adequately catalog his own wounds in his mental checklist to relay to his handlers. Wait—the handlers are dead. That realization forced his eyes open, mind in desperate need of affirmation for that line of thought. The light, however dim it might have been, was oppressive and overpowering. He blinked several times before he could make out any semblance of detail. The walls were painted a warm, light color, with pictures and furniture scattered around the room. It was nothing like the sterile space he typically woke in. Everything about it was different, but not in an uncomfortable sort of way. He could see a pile of bloody clothes—mine?—off near the door, and was suddenly quite aware of how defenseless he felt.

"… Bucky?" the voice was so sudden it caused him to twitch, body suddenly tense and ready to spring when he caught sight of someone peeking in from a doorway across the room. His vision was still blurry but he thought he recognized him. When the person stepped closer he was sitting up in an instant—and instantly regretted it. The sharp movement caused a burst of warmth on his shoulder, choking down a yelp at the intense pain. He chanced looking away from the man, metal hand cautiously touching the back of his shoulder. The limb lacked tactile sensation, but he did determine there was something spongy and yielding there, and when he removed the hand, the fingers were covered in fresh blood. My shirt was removed and wounds tended to. Did the man do this?

The couch, he'd realized he was lying on one a few seconds prior, dipped slightly as the man sat down next to him, keeping enough space between them so he wasn't crowded. The fact that he had approached without him noticing was enough to alarm the asset into immediate guard. He pressed himself against the arm of the couch, back against it and wound as far away from the other as he could get it. He studied him intently, looking for any weapon or any item that was a danger. He was ready to defend himself at the slightest provocation.

"I brought you some juice, if you want something to drink." The man with the bright eyes spoke softly, offering him a clear plastic cup filled about halfway with the liquid, smiling at him with familiarity. It was brightly colored and somewhat unusual looking, but it smelled rather pleasant and his dry throat was suddenly at the forefront of his awareness. The confusion surrounding how he got here was still taking precedence in his mind, but the man, he remembered something about him. His voice was the one that had said he was safe. His hands were faintly stained with blood and his shirt was marred with it as well. He must be the one who treated me. He wasn't entirely sure why that thought was comforting, but it was.

Moments passed with no movement between the two, the assassin distrustful and rightfully wary. Kindness and compassion were both incredibly foreign concepts, locked out of him by layers and layers of ridged programming and conditioning. There had to be some reason this man was doing this. Was he being prepped for something?

He swallowed thickly, the dryness of his throat too much to ignore, and cautiously extended his metal hand out to take the offered cup. Eye contact was never broken, not giving the other the chance to do anything that could threaten him. The cup was fragile, thin plastic, and it took a little testing to make sure he wouldn't break it before he took it from him.

"Its orange juice," the man started, "I have milk or water if you'd rather have that?" was he asking for his preference? That was… he didn't really remember any time when anyone had asked what he'd wanted. He didn't respond and regarded the juice warily, but he eventually deemed it safe. It wasn't logical to go through all the effort of tending to his wounds just to poison him. Even with that thought in mind, his first sip was hesitant. It tasted overwhelmingly sweet, enough so that it almost made him gag, but he was so thirsty he probably would have taken just about anything.

Emily was standing on the corridor, listening to the conversation of two men. She sighed sadly, knowing that something was about to happen..

"Will you let me look at your shoulder?" the question was entirely unexpected, causing icy eyes to cut over to the other man, "It's bleeding again, and I'd like to get an actual bandage on it, if that's alright with you." He was asking his permission. The concept was almost intangible to his methodical mind. He had rarely been told what was happening to him, let alone given anything resembling a choice; when things needed to be done, things were done, and he had no say in them. He was interested in his wellbeing, so perhaps he was a new handler, to replace the ones that were dead.

"One round, sniper rifle, distance of several blocks." He repeated all the information he knew about the injury, "Bullet didn't exit, needs extraction." His voice was monotonous, not looking away from the man at his right. Several moments of silence passed before he watched the other man retrieve several items from the floor before sitting back down next to him, much closer this time. In response the soldier moved, sitting so that his back was to him so he could reach the wound easily. He was operating on programming and instinct, otherwise he never would have turned away from him.

"I'm going to take off the bandage now, let me know if it hurts and I'll stop." His voice was still that gentle tone that held a familiarity that he couldn't place. He didn't respond, just sipping the juice he had been given as he felt the other peel the blood-soaked fabric from the wound. To distract himself he tried to focus on the events that ended with him waking up in this place. He remembered something about the Strike team, about HYDRA, about desperately seeking out someone, about Robrax.

The asset tensed absentmindedly when he felt the other man dab at the wound with a cloth, wiping away the blood. He heard a hastily mumbled "sorry" from behind him before the work was continued, gentler than before. Minutes passed in silence, with the weapon sitting stilly and obediently as the taller man cleaned and dressed the wound. The disinfectant stung but he didn't show any discomfort, allowing him to clean the wound thoroughly as he let himself be lost in his own thoughts.

A hazy memory trickled into his mind of a cold and dimly-lit apartment, with himself and someone else sitting on a ratty old couch covered in moth-eaten blankets. The other person was scratching the stub of a charcoal pencil into a small sketchbook, bundled up in as many of those pathetic-looking blankets as he could and sitting as close to—me?—as was physically possible. He remembered feeling Steve, his name was Steve, shivering horribly even through all those blankets. It was winter, he'd just gotten over pneumonia, and he remembered how scared he'd been thinking he was going to lose him. But... why did he remember this? Were those memories actually his?

"… you still draw, don't you, Steve?" the soldier suddenly questioned, the degrading programming loosening its grip on his awareness now that he was fully awake. The other man, he remembered his name now. He was Steve Rogers. Captain Steve Rogers. He was the only face he could recall with any clarity, therefore he had to have held some significant importance to him at some time.

"I—" Steve faltered, finishing up wrapping gauze tape around his shoulder to hold the sterile packing in place, "Y-yeah I do, Buck. You… always liked watching me draw." His voice was tentative and hopeful, something the asset made immediate mental note of. He heard Steve putting away things behind him, and he took it as a sign that he was finished.

"… do you still keep a sketchbook?" the assassin wasn't sure why he was so interested, but the memory had been rather clear and he took it as an opportunity to possibly learn if it was real. He tilted his head to glance back over his shoulder, and saw Steve nod slightly. "Can I see it?" he wasn't used to asking questions, to voicing his own thoughts, and he felt a need to try it. Seeing the smile that broke across the other's face was oddly rewarding.

"Of course you can." Steve nearly fumbled over his own words, eyes alight with some emotion he couldn't place, "Here, Bucky." A shirt was held out to him when he turned to face him fully, "Your shirt was ruined, so you can use one of mine." Blue eyes regarded it somewhat warily, but he took it from him regardless. It was little more than a plain grey shirt, but it was appreciated. "I'll go and get you some more juice and my sketchbook. I'll be back in a moment." The empty cup was retrieved from his hand, the assassin not startling at the sudden movement, before the man left the room. Bucky. There was that name again. His name. He dimly recalled it—yes, it was his name.

The shirt was a little difficult to put on with his arm and shoulder injured, but it was managed. The horrific grinding and popping of his joint when he pulled it over his head confirmed that the injury had to be set. He added it into his mental list of injuries. The garment was a little big on his thinned frame, but it was clean and comfortable. It had a somewhat familiar scent to it as well that he couldn't quite recall. Even in as much pain as he was, he felt better than he had in a very long time. Not physically better; he felt absolutely awful physically, but maybe a little better mentally.

He had confirmation that his name was the same as the Sergeant memorialized in the museum, and that this other man was the same Steve that he could dimly remember. There was still an odd disconnect between himself and his past, between himself and the man known as Bucky, but this was a fragile thread that tied him back to it. There were a lot of blank, empty spaces where memories should be in his mind, and he doubted he'd ever get everything back, but this felt… right? Being here with Steve felt right. Yes, he was fairly certain this was the right thing to do.

Tired eyes caught sight of a few folded blankets on the floor near his feet. He might have just regained consciousness but he still felt absolutely exhausted and drained. One of the blankets was picked up, wrapped around him tightly to try and block the cold. It was one of those odd constants that never left; cold seemed to follow him like his own shadow, sinking teeth of ice into his flesh every waking moment. No matter what he tried he never could seem to warm himself up. He curled up tightly under the fabric, feeling a tentative safety for the first time in a long while. All the running and fear and paranoia was starting to melt, bit by bit, as he allowed his eyes to close willingly. By the time Steve returned, he had already dozed off, huddled against the arm of the couch with his back to the door; a small, fragile sign of trust. It was the first deep, peaceful sleep he could remember since he woke from stasis.

When he opened his eyes this time there was no light, the space dark and silent, the reason for just why he was awake unclear. Several moments passed before he realized he was staring into fabric; the back of a couch, he determined. Unease breathed at the back of his neck, but nothing seemed outwardly wrong around him. However, something still felt off. His memories were slow to catch up with his awareness, but he pieced together where he was soon enough. This time his return to consciousness didn't come with any overwhelming paranoia, just a faint acknowledgment of his surroundings; it was a first for the soldier.

He hadn't moved at all since falling asleep, the skill of remaining completely motionless honed into a fine art. It was an ability he'd possessed even before HYDRA's conditioning; he half recalled something about sniping. The downside was that he was now rather sore, and he was sure the injuries he'd sustained earlier in the night had only been compounded by his lack of movement. He'd slept on his right arm, which hadn't done his dislocated joint any favors. He would be sure to alert his new handler to the injury come morning.

There was a momentary lapse before he corrected his thought. Not handler, Steve. The man was an odd sort of mystery in his head. He wasn't a handler, wasn't a white-coated tech, wasn't anything he was familiar with. Steve was Steve. He was a strange exception in a world of ridged rules and protocols. Normally such an obvious outlier would make him nervous, but Steve's presence was comforting and nonthreatening and achingly familiar.

Movement was difficult; now that the adrenaline and shock had worn off he felt the full force of the pain. Every muscle seemed to ache, a deep-seeded burn that spread from his skin to the deepest parts of him. His prosthetic creaked and the servos whined pitifully, the weeks of abuse and ill-care wearing at it. Getting into a sitting position took much more effort than he expected, but now that he had a clear view of the entire room he felt a little safer. The tentative feeling of security let him will himself to take stock of his situation.

The room hadn't changed except for the light having been flipped off, but the darkness was of no hindrance. He could see rather well at night, but whether or not that was inherent or due to HYDRA tampering he wasn't sure. Despite the fact that this place exuded a sense of safety that he'd never experienced before, checking the perimeter and his surroundings was so ingrained in him that he felt a compulsion to do it.

As he moved to get up, he noticed there was a second blanket covering him. Or had been, before he sat up and caused it to tumble off of him in a heap. Absentmindedly he reached out to pick it up, wincing a bit at the metallic whine of his artificial joints and tendons. Several of the plates were jarred out of place, clanking together unnaturally and restricting his range of motion. Dried blood mired the reflective surface, coming not from himself but from nameless HYDRA agents. As soon as he had recovered enough to be effective, he had gone and destroyed every safe house he knew of, killing every HYDRA agent he came across. He was going to destroy HYDRA all on his own if it came to that; they were going to regret ever having created him. He'd see to it.

"Mm, Buck?" the sleepy hum of the Captain broke the silence, the soldier's eyes cutting over in that direction. He hadn't even noticed the other man had placed himself in a nearby chair, now-open eyes regarding him tiredly. Keeping an eye on me? Making sure I don't escape? The second thought made his brow furrow a bit. No, that's not right. He somehow just knew that wasn't why he had opted to rest out here instead of returning to the bedroom.

The asset didn't respond verbally, but gave him a brief nod before he carried through with picking up the blanket. The nervousness was once again settling into the pit of his stomach, the sort of feeling he expected prey felt before a predator sprung from the shadows. It was such an unfamiliar feeling, as he was usually the lurking predator in question. He could hear Steve stretching and moving to get up, so he decided to remain seated; he had a feeling the Captain would fuss if he tried to get up and walk with his wounds.

"Feeling any better?" the other's voice was far too bright for it being so early in the morning. The assassin just watched as he tapped at a phone, glancing to him after the screen lit up. He took a moment to check himself mentally before he responded. His metal fingers hesitantly relinquished their grip on the blanket, instead wrapping gingerly around his shoulder joint, where the Captain had dislocated it in their struggle.

"… arm hurts." He mumbled quietly, lacking the robotic, monotonous quality that had previously dominated his voice. He knew that the Captain had seen the deep bruising and discoloration around the joint, as the bullet wound was plastered in the middle of it, but he was well aware that there was likely little he could do for it. Even he wasn't sure if it was just a dislocation, or if there was a fracture as well. The frown that appeared on the other man's face at his words was enough to make the nervousness he was experiencing leap to the front of his mind.

"We'll get it looked at, don't worry." His voice was always so soothing, "But…" discomfort, possibly even fear crept into the other's tone suddenly, serving to heighten the soldier's apprehension. His gaze was at his phone again, tapping his finger against it nervously. "… we can't stay here, we need to get somewhere safe." The sense of urgency was contagious, it seemed. The hairs on the back of his neck were on-end again, and the assassin was on his feet in a few seconds.

"Buck, are you sure you're alright to be up and.." the glare he directed at the Captain was much more threatening than he meant it to be, but he got his point across as the rest of the man's sentence withered in his throat. He wasn't fragile, he wasn't to be coddled; he was a weapon that was damaged and malfunctioning, not broken and useless. Weakness wasn't tolerated, his handlers had made sure to drive that into his programming.

"Give me a minute to get ready and get you a jacket, then we've gotta move out." Those were words the soldier remembered and associated with. Location compromised, moving to safety. It must be why he woke up; HYDRA must be closing in. It was enough to make his muscles stiffen with readiness, not wanting to be taken by surprise like last time. They wouldn't have that luxury. Not again.

 Emily also had packed some necessary stuff earlier. She was standing in the middle of the room, with a backpack hanging over her shoulder.

“Guys…” she whispered. “We don’t have much time.”

Waiting was not in the Winter Soldier's repertoire, and instead of remaining still he was up and moving. The pistol he had dropped earlier was retrieved, inspected and placed into his pocket. There wasn't a lot of ammunition left in it, but enough to be useful. He'd done more damage with much, much less. Now that he was up he decided to do that perimeter check he'd been planning on. Steve was doing something in his room, so he avoided that room and checked every other one. His pass through the kitchen produced the knife he'd left that first night, still sullied with the Captain's blood, and a worn sketchbook. There was a twinge of guilt in his stomach that passed quickly as he placed the blade back into the sheath at his ankle. The small book, likely the one Steve had been bringing to show him, was tucked into his pocket.

The dull, aching burn in his muscles was pushed out of his awareness; now that there was a clear threat to him all pain was ignored. It was how he had been conditioned, trained and taught; pain was a weakness and only useful for determining damage after a successful mission. He hated to admit that he was nervous, but he was. He had the beginnings of fragile trust in Steve, but this had the makings of a trap. Suddenly relocating after arriving? Departing hours before the sun rose, when no one would ever notice their passing? It was enough to set off warning bells in the soldier's mind.

"Buck," the Captain's hesitant voice broke his thoughts, eyes cutting over to where the other man was peeking in from the door, "Are you ready?" again with questions, again with asking him things. It was still a strange and unusual concept to the asset, used only to demands and orders. He responded only with a curt nod, taking a jacket that the other offered to him. It was somewhat big on him, but worn and soft and comfortable nonetheless. Nothing like the rigid combat gear HYDRA had outfitted him with. In a way he felt vulnerable, missing the reassuring weight and constriction of his body armor.

Steve had a small pack slung over his shoulder, the contents of which the soldier didn't know, and shield strapped to his arm. It was clear, however, that they were likely not coming back, not for a long time at least. There was no sentimental attachment to this place for him, he didn't have any sentimental attachments honestly, but he did know this place and knew it was safe in his mind, so leaving it didn't sit right in his mind. He did know, however, that staying would end in certain HYDRA custody or death.

Ushered out into the hall, the soldier only moved when prompted by his new handler. No, Steve. His senses were on alert, although still dulled and sluggish from the blood loss earlier. The sleep and bandaging had improved his awareness a bit, although even with his serum it would take a few more hours before he would be in a condition he was comfortable with. He just watched as Steve tapped at his phone, door pulled shut behind him. It was only after he read some text message for the fifth time that he suddenly froze.

"Shit." Now that got a reaction out of the soldier. He tensed up and stood perfectly still, the tone of Steve's voice setting off warnings and alarm bells that something was catastrophically wrong. His tone had been nothing but softness and warmth up until now; the swear sparked just the ghost of a sensation in his head, of cold wind and the smell of gunsmoke as he peered over a trench in some long forgotten battlefield.

"We need to move. Now." the words spilled out of the blond man suddenly, a hand grabbing his right arm without warning and tugging him down towards the stairs. Normally such an unexpected action would have warranted a swift punch to the jaw, but the startled tone in the other's voice alerted him that something was very, very wrong. He didn't resist, letting Steve lead him swiftly down the stairs and towards a back door, the other man mumbling the entire way about something about the text having been wrong. Muffled voices—HYDRA, Strike team—filtered through the walls from outside, formless shadows visible through the frosted glass of the front doors.

Subtly was thrown out the window as Steve kicked the back door open and bolted outside, the asset stumbling and fighting to keep up with the jolting motion. The man had yet to let go of his arm, guiding him through narrow alleyways and side streets in a path that seemed predetermined. He didn't know the plan, which was a source of anxiety in and of itself, but Steve clearly had something in mind, so for the first time he—trust was too strong a word—relied on the other's decisions to get them out of harm's way.

HYDRA agents were all over, dressed in varying uniforms of Strike and police and others he did not recognize. They shouted as they tried to corner them, seemingly appearing from nowhere from alleyways and cars and from behind objects. Steve did not engage them, instead pulling him along as he ducked and weaved dizzyingly between buildings and sleepy streets. He had a set destination in mind, the asset could tell, and even though the sight of HYDRA angered him into considering pulling away to fight, he knew it was too risky to separate himself from the Captain.

Unfortunately, HYDRA did that for him. There was a sudden, jarring shout from one of the alleys they were about to blow past, and before either could react the darkened space filled with blinding light and a concussive sound. Flashbang. Steve yelled something but the asset didn't hear, the grip on his arm lost as the other covered his ears. Even before the white left his vision, formless shapes surrounded them as agents appeared to spring from the very walls to box them in. Wordlessly, the assassin and the Avenger stood back to back, fitting into formation as easily as if it was something they did every day. The pistol was pulled from his pocket, knowing that even with little ammo it would be more effective at the moment than a knife. There was a brief flash of familiarity in his mind, but the situation around him drowned it out almost instantly.

"Drop your weapon and surrender the asset, Captain Rogers!" a husky voice barked out, a dozen barrels of a dozen guns aimed at them. He could feel Steve tense against his back, but so vastly outnumbered and outgunned any outburst now would likely end in one or both of them dead.

"… Steve." He wasn't sure just why he spoke, or why his voice was softened and hinted with an accent he only vaguely recalled, but he did. It was a sort of rash, sudden need to ground himself in the present, to remind himself that the man behind him was indeed the Steve he could so faintly remember. His statement, however, had an unintended consequence.

"The asset's compromised," that growling voice spoke again, "he'll need to be wiped and reconditioned if we're going to salvage this." That statement triggered an intense, shattering terror in the assassin the likes of which he could not recall. Broken memories of deafening electricity crackling madly, of being tied down and unresisting and passive, suddenly swam in his mind and broke through his calculating combat mindset. Without thought he pressed himself further against Steve's back, as if somehow he could hide from his own horrifying memories in the other's presence.

"Buck, it's alright," voice hushed and gentle, the Captain spoke only loud enough for him to hear, "You've got to work with me, we're going to work together to get out of this, just follow my lead." It wasn't worded as an order or command, and as such disoriented the soldier for a moment, but that fragile ideal of trust settled in to fill in the gaps and his only response was a slight nod that went unseen. They could do this. “Emily. I’m gonna take their attention, you need to run. If they will take us three, nothing will left.”

She nodded slightly and before the fight, she ran toward the nearest window. She stopped in front of it, taking a look back at her men. Steve was looking at her above his shoulder, he gave her a nod, so she followed his order and jumped out of the window, disappearing in the darkness of the night.

There was no warning for the HYDRA agents, shield thrown and colliding with several and incapacitating them while three expertly placed and near-simultaneous bullets downed three permanently. They moved in sync, still keeping each at their back even after separating and lunging at the ring of agents that surrounded them. The now-useless pistol had been abandoned in favor for a blade, which was used to swiftly and efficiently disable and kill two more agents before they could even fire off a round.

The resonant clang of the shield behind him let him subconsciously track the Captain's movements, even as he threw himself into the tangle of agents in front of him. He used the knowledge that he was wanted alive to his advantage, as he knew they wouldn't dare try to shoot him at such close range as it would likely irreparably damage him and they would lose their prized asset. It couldn't have worked better for him, as he was just as comfortable and deadly dispatching a target at close range as he was sniping.

An agent was slammed against the nearby wall, razored blade deftly sliding between neck vertebras to kill his target instantly. Without a moment's hesitation he was upon another, moving with all the predatory grace of a hunting cat, throat slit and body casually dropped as if it were little more than a discarded jacket. The remaining two agents in his field of view turned and bolted, and had he been on his prior missions of annihilating HYDRA installations around the city he would have pursued them relentlessly, but now he barely acknowledged their escape. Instead, he spun on his heel to where Steve was fighting, wasting no time engaging the remaining agents that swarmed him.

His blood-sullied blade dipped into the throat of a Strike member readying to shoot Steve's back, a gurgled wheeze of horrified shock the only noise that escaped before he was roughly shoved aside. Sticky crimson soaked deep into his jacket and clothes beneath but little regard was given to it; the horrors of his actions seemed as commonplace as any daily act to him after decades of repetition. Another HYDRA infantrymen lunged at Rogers with a stun baton, but the soldier intercepted him, slashing with a precise stroke that opened the man's torso as easily as a zipper. He fell noiselessly into a jumbled heap of blood and viscera at the Captain's feet, a non-threat.

Soon only a few hostiles remained, mostly stepping far back and firing as many rounds as they could at Captain Rogers. The asset refused to leave the man's side again, tucked up close near him in an effort to deter any more firing, and to his dim surprise it seemed to work. The agents backed away even farther, guns raised but triggers untouched, eyes locked on them. He took the brief lull in fire to glance at Steve for a moment, to assess his condition. He was on his feet, but blood had soaked his right leg from a bullet wound to the calf. A slash from a knife tore through his jacket and into his side, while red dribbled from his saturated sleeve from another entry wound. He was standing, for the moment, but the soldier knew that even with the serum the blood loss would catch him quickly.

Steve asked something, something about how he was holding up or the like, but the assassin didn't catch it. Instead his attention was elsewhere when his eyes caught a brief flash of light from the roof of a building two streets over. His heart fell into his stomach and his shout of warning was lost to the rifle crack when the realization hit. Of course, the bullet hit first, just not in the place HYDRA had wanted it.

The soldier had reacted instinctively, kicking the back of Steve's injured leg hard enough that he buckled. His sudden movement meant the bullet, aimed for a kill shot on the Avenger's heart, instead struck and slid off the slant of his shield and hit his collarbone. A second bullet, fired milliseconds after the first from a likely second sniper, caught him across his already-slashed ribs, blossoming open as if it were a grotesque flower. The strangled cry of shock and pain that left the man as he crumpled to the ground snapped something buried deep beneath HYDRA programming, and within a half-second he had grabbed Steve by his arm and pulled him into a small alcove between two buildings. He heard two more bullets strike the asphalt where they had been moments before, and knew that HYDRA was likely not going to take Steve alive.

All thoughts of the remaining HYDRA agents were abandoned at the sound of Steve's raspy breathing, the assassin leaning him against the building wall as to hopefully ease it some as he leaned down to his level. Even though the shield had absorbed most of the energy of the round, the wound was devastating. The bullet had shattered his collarbone, flesh torn and ripped and blood dripping freely. A dribble of the crimson stained the Captain's chin, breath labored and choking and heaved in and out. His lung's been punctured, probably collapsing. The second bullet had no doubt shattered his ribs, and the awful torn wound was jagged and blown apart by the unimpeded bullet's passing. It was a grim prognosis.

The sounds of the agents trying to regroup from the attack were hardly registered, hands pressed to the man's injury in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of blood. A pained cough escaped him, reddened mouth slackened open as he tried again and again to fill his lungs full to no avail. "B… B-Buck…" he slurred wetly through the blood, half-lidded eyes beginning to glaze over as unconsciousness loomed, "… got t-to… get… a-away…" shock was setting in, body trembling under the assassin's hands, but he mustered the energy to nudge him with the shield in a halfhearted attempt to push him into running. He wanted him to leave him behind, to save himself from falling back into HYDRA's control. The very thought of it twisted the soldier's stomach in a knot and caused his breath to catch in his throat.

"S-Steve," his normally-controlled voice was shaky and small, fear filling every inch of him as trembling, blood-stained metallic fingers brushed golden hair away and cupped the Captain's cheek to hold his gaze on him, "You've gotta hold on," his eyes began to sting as an unfamiliar heat and blurriness began to build, "I-I'm not leaving you behind." Something had woken up deep in his mind, faint ghosts of memories of battles long past. Of fights in alleys where both refused to run away, never leaving the other's side. It was such a strong emotion that consumed him that he couldn't ever hope to fight it, and strangely enough, he possessed no will to resist it.

Footsteps and barked orders behind him drew him from his withdrawn, focused state. It was like a switch flicking in his head, the sharp focus of combat and programming setting in, and within the space of a breath he had taken the shield from Steve's faltering grasp and spun around, keeping himself between the agents and his injured partner. His vision was blurred and his eyes stung fiercely, an unfamiliar wetness trailing down a cheek, but he didn't move from his defensive stance, rooted to the spot with shield held solid in his metal prosthetic. The plates whirled and slid together with a groan of protest, ready to lash out with the vibranium disk at the slightest movement.

"Get away!" he snarled in a voice so loud it startled the men, "Get away from him!" he swung the shield at an agent that dared to approach, knocking him clean off his feet and sending him tumbling. The sharp, ripping pain as his own shoulder wound tore caused him to wince, but it was immediately stuffed down as he had much more important things to focus on. Seeing their own knocked away so easily, even while he was in such a state, caused the others to take heed and back away a few feet. Even though his joint protested, he retrieved and hid a blade in the palm of his injured arm, keeping it disguised behind the shield. If they got close again they would be in for a nasty surprise.

"This is… unexpected." The same agent who spoke earlier piped up, rifle trained on the pair with deadly intent, "Looks like the programming has decayed more than anticipated. General Lukin isn't going to be pleased." That name was familiar, and struck a fear like a dagger of ice into the soldier's heart. He pressed himself back, shield held higher in a desperate attempt to keep the agents at bay. Steve moved behind him, whimpering in pain, and a moment later the former Soviet felt his hand press reassuringly to his back in a wordless gesture of trust. It was enough to steel his nerves, to dispel his own fear just enough to focus on the agents who had chanced to venture further.

With an almost animalistic roar, he leapt at the nearest agent, jamming the sharp edge of the shield into his ribcage, crushing it like a flimsy can. He dropped into a tangle of limbs, and he used the moment of confusion to swing at another, feeling the agent's skull cave under the impact. The shield was brought down on the neck of another agent, while the knife in his right hand pierced the torso of one rushing at him. As he swiveled to lunge at the seeming-commander he froze mid-strike, eyes wide with terror, when he saw that another agent had a gun trained to the downed Captain's head.

"No!" the word clawed its way out of him, shield and blade falling from his hand in a show of submission, eyes wide with feral panic. "D-don't do it." He'd never demanded anything from anyone, not in all his active years, but he was now. He was scared, desperate and out of options, pleading like one of his victims to spare the other man's life. The commander's gravelly voice broke into a laugh behind him, but before he could round on him he felt a pinprick on the back of his neck, followed immediately by a burst of warmth that spider-webbed through his body. His knees buckled and vision swam, awareness growing fuzzy as he collapsed to the ground. He gasped out Steve's name, tried to push himself back up, but he couldn't even prevent his eyes from sliding shut a heartbeat later. His hearing muffled, but the last thing he was aware of was that growl of a voice ordering the surviving agents to take the both of them before everything drained away into nothingness.

The chronicles of the winter || Part XII - The End

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII|| Parta VIII || Part IX || Part X || Part XI  continuation of imagine

Word Count: 13559

Warnings: none 

Author: Beast

Habit and impulse were so easy to fall back on, thinking being a costly and dangerous liability. The Asset had learned that early on, it having been forced into his program, carved into his skin among the patchwork of scars so it became a part of him. This time, however, this time it was different. This time when he woke up on that familiar cold table, seeing white-coated techs hovering over him and his wounds like vultures, he didn't feel the programming trying to lull him into docility. Oh no, this time a latent instinct, old and raw and powerful, bubbled through the cracks in HYDRA's conditioning and screamed in his subconscious, spurring him to act.

Fight.

Find.

Protect.

A snarl worthy of a predator tore its way out of his throat as he shoved the nearest tech away, the force of it throwing him clear into the opposite wall. The rest of them scattered like insects, shouting in varied languages as he pulled himself into a sitting position, glaring at them from behind the mess of his hair. A half-dozen IVs were laced into his veins, a likely but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to keep him asleep. The stiffness along his shoulder told him they had likely closed the sniper's wound, and he quickly realized his dislocated joint had been pushed back into place and immobilized with thick medical tape. They'd replaced his blood-soaked shirt with a dark grey one, and as if to mock him, it bore the SHIELD logo embossed in shiny blue thread over his heart.

"где." The soldier demanded, forcing himself to his feet, the drip-lines tugged free of his arms. The HYDRA agents and techs skittered in panic, yowling like panicked animals in a hunter's trap. When he didn't get a response did he bark the word out again, this time in English. "Where." If he wasn't told, he wouldn't hesitate to tear the place to shreds to find out. Before any of the cowardly technicians could answer, however, several HYDRA agents in full combat gear poured into the room, armed to the teeth.

One moved too close, holding a syringe, and the assassin lunged without hesitation. His metal arm felt sluggish and heavy, having been in the middle of being repaired when he woke, but that didn't hinder his deadliness any as he swung with all the force he could muster at the man's jaw. A grim sort of smirk appeared on his features, feeling bone crack and give under his fist, the soldier dropping into a crumpled heap at his feet. He crushed the dropped syringe under his boot, the sound of the glass shattering morbidly satisfying.

Something was shouted in a language he couldn't catch, but he didn't give the soldiers the luxury of time to coordinate themselves. A scalpel, lifted from the near table that held the medical supplies, in his capable hands slit the throat of one of the agents before he even realized what had happened, the bleeding man roughly kicked away into another soldier. Another's throat was caught in his metal fingers when he went to prod him with a stunstick, the vertebra crunching loudly with a single squeeze. The body was casually tossed aside, a mere afterthought. Chaos erupted, which was exactly what the Asset had wanted, as he was able to easily dispatch agent after agent, until in the confusion he was able to slip out into the hall. He slammed the door shut behind him, bending the metal frame enough that the soldiers inside weren't getting out anytime soon.

Alarms began to blare, and he knew he didn't have much time. He needed to find where they were keeping Steve, needed to find out if he was alive, needed to get him out. The layout of the building was familiar, and he soon found himself tracing mental maps that he couldn't consciously remember. Identical doors in identical halls, yet somehow he knew the way, ending up in a neglected corner of whatever backwater HYDRA base this was. Detention level. He knew these rooms all too well. Broken memories of conditioning, of training and discipline flashed through his mind. It was enough to sour his stomach.

Only one of the rooms had light filtering through the dingy door window, and he just knew that had to be where they were keeping Steve. The door was thick steel, reinforced and heavy and bolted with more locks than he cared to count. It could have been made of vibranium and it wouldn't have been enough to keep him out. The Asset tore through the locks he could, picking the others he couldn't, using every skill in his considerable arsenal but his patience only lasted so long. Normally he could wait for days, one of a sniper's greatest attributes, but this was Steve and he needed inside now.

The sound of metal rending and groaning filled the level, the soldier slamming his metallic fist into the door over and over, bending and deforming the surface bit by bit. The servos and artificial tendons in his arm screamed in protest but he scarcely cared, eventually making a dent deep enough he could get his fingers inside the stop. He braced himself and pulled with all his weight, the fatigued and aged metal shredding in his hand. That just fed his ambition, and soon enough he was tearing through the door with both hands, unfeeling to the shards that sliced through his flesh and bone hand, and to the hot slickness of blood as it poured from his palm.

Desperation was beginning to claw at his mind. He knew agents would find out where he was soon enough, and he couldn't let them take him away. Not before he knew if Steve was still alive. Standing back, the assassin kicked the door with every ounce of strength he had. The metal gave way with a great resounding shudder, the hinges failing and door swinging open violently. He was inside before the door even had the chance to hit the wall when it swung wide.

Relief isn't anywhere near strong enough a word to convey the emotion the soldier felt when he saw Steve, battered and broken and still as he was, breathing and alive. At his side in an instant, the assassin assessed the Captain's condition and wounds within moments. The man was unconscious, the worst of his wounds hidden under layers and layers of pink-tinged gauze. Smaller injuries had been ignored, his skin was pallor and in some distant part of his mind the soldier recognized this. Recognized a tiny kid with a rattling cough and pale skin who always scared him half to death with the fact that he might not make it through winter.

Medical supplies still covered the table to the side of the cot he was placed on, and without a second thought or any concern for being captured, the former Soviet started to pick through the contents. He wrapped a quick bandage around the cuts to his hand to stem the bleeding, not wanting to risk getting it on Steve when who knew what had been pumped into his system. Clean gauze was soaked in disinfectant, the excess wrung out before it was pressed to a shallow cut that burned an angry red across the Captain's cheek. The serum had already begun healing his body, the wound already mostly closed, but for some reason he found himself fussing over it regardless.

The soldier hadn't patched anyone up save himself for decades. He remembered, very dimly, bandaging someone with crimson hair that glowed like a dying fire, but the memory was so hazy and distorted that it might as well have been a dream. He was used to sewing himself up, to prying bullets out of his body and mending jagged pieces of flesh back together. As a result, delicateness was not something he was intimately familiar with, yet it seemed his body remembered better than his brain, as he cleaned the man's wounds with an unfamiliar tender gentleness.

A crackle of memory fizzled in his mind, of him sitting in a muddy, snow-filled trench, tearing a scarf free of his neck and brandishing it as if to threaten some other person. He dimly recalled blood, from a wound of some kind to the arm of someone dressed in blue, and angrily muttering something about not signing up to be a mother as he wrapped his scarf around the limb. He remembered laughter from people he didn't know, or couldn't remember, and being called a jerk. The memory faded as quickly as it appeared, and within a second of its passing it was all but forgotten in favor of focusing on the task at hand.

"Well, seems like the dosage of sedative we gave you was a bit off." A calm voice suddenly broke the silence, the assassin's muscles seizing up in remembered fear as familiarity crashed over him like a wave. He didn't move for a long moment, bloody fingers hovering over another cut to the Avenger's chin, as if his stillness could be taken as a sign of submission.

There was an amused hum from behind him, one that faded into a dark, twisted sort of laugh. "At attention, воин." The order was issued sternly, and the soldier found himself turning around to face the man, posture stiff with unease and the beginnings of fear. The man, he knew him, the name Aiden provided by the bits of memory that survived each successive wipe. A crooked grin spread across the General's face and it caused the Asset's stomach to churn.

"They warned me that you were far more… damaged than we would have liked." Black spoke with all the casualness as if they were merely speaking about the weather, "It would have been easier just to put you down, but since we have Captain America in addition to our Winter Soldier…" he trailed off, malevolent smile spreading further across his face as he approached with a proud air to his movements. Once he was close enough, the suited man regarded him with all the affection one might have for a fine weapon, eyes appraising but cold and calculating, seeking only value.

"Why, I think what's left of SHIELD would do just about anything to get their hands on him, and you as well. Oh, the secrets they think you have… they'd do anything to wring them out of you, воин, but I'm never going to let that happen, don't you worry." The acidic sweetness to his voice made the soldier's blood run as cold as the river that haunted his nightmares. It was a tone all too familiar, yet for what felt like lifetimes that tone had been the closest semblance to kindness he'd ever experienced, and he'd latched onto it desperately. Now it made him sick.

Aiden brushed past him, leaning over the cot to look at the Captain's wounds. One of his hands reached out, and the soldier let out a growl that faded into a whine at the glare he received. The man's hand remained raised with a hint of threatening intent, and the assassin felt his muscles tense in the expectation of a blow. His programming might have degraded greatly due to being so long out of cryostasis, but enough of the framework was intact for him to not attack the man or outwardly resist his commands. He could only watch as he withdrew his hand, walking back towards the shattered door, his back to him.

"I see you have some… attachment to the Captain." The General's tone held the slightest hint of bitterness, something he knew was very dangerous, "That will not be tolerated. However…" his voice went quiet, that knowing smirk once again firmly planted on his features as he spun on his heel to face the soldier, "If you cooperate and let us fix all that damage Captain Rogers and his SHIELD allies have done to your mind, we might let him live. If you don't have any more of those outbursts, we might even let you see him." It was a ruse, he knew it for sure, but he had no choice but to nod in silent agreement. Arguing would signal that HYDRA's control had faltered dangerously, and he couldn't risk Steve's safety. For the first time in his memory, he found himself putting the well-being of another before his own.

"Good, good. In that case I expect you to return to medical immediately and let the doctors finish up their work. We need you in working order as soon as possible. I expect an update on your condition in three hours." With that, Aiden Black left the room. The soldier's hearing could pick up on the sound of footsteps running down the hall to retrieve him, likely signaled by the General, and he only had a few seconds. He couldn't run, couldn't try to fight or escape, as that would get Steve killed and he couldn't bring himself to even consider that possibility.

He'd have to play this game, even fall back under HYDRA's command if it meant keeping the other man alive. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make. The soldiers crowded the room a half-second later, surrounding him and shepherding him out and away from the room, away from Steve. One of them fit the muzzle-mask over his face, and with its acquainted confines the soldier felt a foreign sense of revulsion budding in his chest. The familiarity of it all, and the horror that he found himself so easily slipping back into the mannerisms and routine, made the new fear that he might lose what little fragments of himself he'd managed to gain back seem very, very real.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The soft, rhythmic pattern of water drops pulled Steve out of the fog of unconsciousness, cutting through the static that seemed to fill his mind. He didn't feel any pain, not yet, but he felt heavy and weak and so very tired. Stagnant, stale air coated his throat, thick with a sharp, sanitized scent that settled on his tongue with a faintly bitter, familiar taste. The air itself felt dense, as if he was breathing through cotton shoved down his throat; if he hadn't known better, he would have thought he was having an asthma attack. There was a rattling, ghastly wheeze every handful of seconds in addition to the dripping that had woken him, and it took a long, sobering moment before he realized that he was hearing his own breathing.

Drip.

Drip.

His torso felt constricted, tight and immobile under what felt like a cocoon of gauze and medical tape. As uncomfortable as it was it assured him that his wounds had been tended to, but by whom the Captain had no idea. An experimental twitch of his fingers assured him that he wasn't paralyzed and could move, however difficult it may have been. Everything felt fuzzy, it was the only way to describe it, unable to feel or hear anything clearly. Everything was blurred into a mess of muffled noises and sweeping sensations, nothing distinct.

Drip.

A slight shift of his head told him just how stiff and sore his neck was. How long was I out? The thought struck him suddenly, followed immediately by the cold electricity of fear. Where am I? His eyes were forced open, but shut immediately due to the blinding light of the room. Steve groaned and squeezed his eyes shut tighter, tilting his head trying to block out every bit of that painful brightness. The movement made him aware that his head was propped up slightly, a pillow tucked behind it. It reminded him of when he'd have respiratory infections in winter and Bucky would give him all the pillows to keep his head and shoulders lifted so he could breathe easier—

Bucky. Emily.

The panic that gripped him was all-consuming, shredding through the muddled fog in his mind like iron claws. "B-Buck… Em..." the words barely left his throat, voice hoarse and rasping and lungs suddenly alight with crackling fire at the effort. The words brought the taste of copper to his lips, blood he was sure, but he scarcely cared. "B… Bucky! Emily!" His eyes shot open again, ignoring the pain of the light and he looked frantically for any sign of the soldier. Everything came crashing back in a tangle of bloody memories—the fight, the sniper, Bucky collapsing in front of him, felled by the commander—and in horror he realized they had been captured. His own pain was ignored as he tried to push himself up, the room spinning as he did so, his own weakness now undeniably apparent.

A strong, cold hand gripped his shoulder, pushing him back down onto the cot before he could even think of trying to search. Moments later a figure moved into his vision, leaning over him with a face obscured by a curtain of dark, unruly hair. He heard a hushed word of Russian, tone soft, reassuring in its sound although he didn't understand it. The Captain's vision was too blurry to see many details, but then again, he didn't need any details to recognize him.

A dozen words tried to spill out of him at once—you're alright, you're here, I was so scared for you, Buck, where's Em — but nothing left him save a wheezy exhale as he smiled in relief. He wanted to stand, to make sure Bucky was alright, to tend to any wounds he had, but he was all too aware that he couldn't do a damned thing in this state. Bucky was here and in the end that was the most important thing. Everything else could be confronted and dealt with later.

Without another thought Steve had raised his left arm, hesitantly brushing a few stray strands of hair out of the way before cupping his cheek. He wanted to make sure he was really there, that this wasn't some horrible HYDRA trick, that it wasn't the blood loss and whatever medicines he was full of making him see things. Bucky's skin was cold, rough against his fingers, but very much alive and very much real. He didn't even try to stop his smile from spreading a bit when he saw how the soldier leaned into the touch a bit instead of shying away or swatting at his hand.

"… about time you woke up." Bucky's voice was quiet and scratchy, just the barest hint of a Brooklyn accent shining through as he moved away, turning to look at what Steve guessed was the door. He let his hand fall back to his side, cringing a bit when he felt a tug at the crook of his arm. IV line; must have been what the dripping was. He tried to ask how long he'd been out but only managed to cough, tacky blood rattling in his aching lungs. The soldier glanced down to him at the sound, but quickly went back to his vigil.

"Three days" of course he'd have been able to know what he was trying to say, they'd been able to finish each other sentences in the past, "you were hurt bad, Steve, real bad. Still hurt bad, but I won't let them touch you." His voice trailed off, words carrying an edge as sharp as any blade, but also the barest hint of sadness. It was the most Bucky had spoken to him since he found him sleeping seemingly lifetimes ago, and in some distant part of the Captain his soul practically sung. He sounded more like Bucky, more like the cocky jerk he'd grown up with in Brooklyn than he ever had since he'd become the Winter Soldier. A second later just what he had said sunk in, and his optimism wavered.

"… w-who?" the Avenger just barely croaked it out, a sense of dread sitting heavy in his heart. He knew who had captured them, knew where they were, but maybe he could deny it all away. After all, Bucky was here with him, right? They would have separated them for sure...

"HYDRA." The name was spat out, deadly venom saturating his voice. Steve's blood ran cold in his veins, the room falling silent with only the constant drip drip of the isotonic IV bag keeping time between them with its ceaseless rhythm. That little bit of hope that he had been clinging to wavered, knowing just how bad a situation they were in, but it didn't go out. Emily and Sam were still out there, and he knew they wouldn't give up on him. They'd find them, somehow; Emily was clever and resourceful, she'd pick up the trail and find them, and Sam was loyal and wouldn't stop until he was found.

His lungs hurt too much to try and continue the conversation, and as his eyes adjusted he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The measly cot he was lying on was pushed against a stone wall that just seemed to exude a wet chill, meaning they were likely somewhere underground. Light buzzed blearily from a thin fluorescent fixture in the ceiling, a pitchy and irritating hum occasionally creeping over the drip drop of the IV. The walls were dingy and ill-kempt, but a glance to the door surprised him. Door was a loose term as it looked like it had been holding back a tiger, shattered glass and broken old steel littering the floor, but the door itself was made of new shiny metal. Judging from the debris, the damaged door he was currently looking at was a replacement and the first one made up the scraps on the floor. It took a few seconds before Steve realized it wasn't from Bucky attempting to break out, but from him breaking in.

That realization made his chest tighten, breath hitching slightly as he tried to breathe around the lump that built in his throat. His last hazy moments of consciousness in that alleyway, of Bucky crouched in front of him teary-eyed with gentling hands pressed to his wounds, he'd thought he had dreamed them. Thought that in his pained delirium he'd imagined hearing the soldier's meek voice saying "I'm not leaving you behind". Thought that maybe he'd mistaken seeing Bucky breaking through for those precious few minutes, and it looks like he just might have. He'd clearly torn his way out of wherever HYDRA had tried to lock him up, but instead of making an escape, he found him and broke in and stayed right by his side.

"Y-you… stayed with m-me…" Steve's voice was hardly above a raspy whisper, vision distorting as tears welled up. He wasn't sure if it was the pain or medicine or just a moment of vulnerability that brought them out, but he didn't make any attempts to hide them. Bucky protected me. He'd fought to keep HYDRA away from him instead of saving himself. Even if Buck didn't remember much of his past he had still fought to keep him safe like all those years ago. The Avenger breathed heavily, choking on his own words as he tried to say too many things at once. He knew this man wasn't the Bucky he knew so well from his past, but he was bits and pieces of him and he wasn't going to stop helping him even if the suave jerk he had spent his life with never really came back.

"Quit that" Bucky's voice was gruff, but the fingers that hesitantly ruffled his hair a moment later were gentle and familiar. "You're gonna tear that lung again if you keep talking. Get some more sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." It wasn't a command from the Winter Soldier, it was spoken too softly for that, instead it sounded more like back in their apartment in the old days, when Bucky would try to wrangle him to bed when he was sick and not cooperating. He couldn't count how many times Buck had just picked up all coughing hundred and ten pounds of him and put him to bed under every moth-eaten blanket they owned, no matter how much Steve protested. He never admitted it to him, but after his mom had died, Bucky's sometimes over-protective mollycoddling had meant the world to him. “Buck... Where's Emily?” suddenly Steve blinked, narrowing his eyebrows. “Where's she?”

Winter Soldier let out a quiet sigh, turning his eyesight away.

“Buck...” Steve felt like his heart stopped within second. “I have to know.” “She's probably dead” Bucky shrughed slightly, without a shadow of emotions on his face. “I haven't heard from her since many days.”

Bucky continued to run his fingers through Steve's hair, something he'd done countless times when the artist had been sick and confined to Buck's bed. The radiator in Steve's old room had always had piss-poor timing when it came to breaking, so whenever he had shown the slightest sign of illness Buck had surrendered his much-warmer room and they both slept curled up on that ratty old bed to try and keep warm. He wasn't sure if Bucky remembered any of that or if he was just acting on instinct or something else, but just like it had back then in their apartment, it put the Captain to sleep in only a few minutes.

With him lulled back into sleep so quickly, he hadn't had the time to notice that Bucky was dressed back into his combat gear, or see the troubled, guilty expression that he wore. Bucky hadn't wanted him to see either.

The passing of days no longer registered, the only timestamps he recalled being changes in the Captain's condition. Some days he was awake when he was bidden time to spend in the cell, most times he was unconscious or in a restorative sleep as the serum tried to patch his body back together. The tainted, imperfect serum that flowed in his own veins was doing much the same, skin and bones mending beneath his clothing. It burned with a throbbing sort of heat and sometimes hours passed as he passively observed the healing, watching his own flesh knitting back together until only scars remained.

His body was healthier, the Asset noticed dimly, his new handlers eager to get him back to working conditions as soon as possible. The constant IV drips, the strange injections, the foodstuffs he was prodded to eat, they'd all filled him out so he didn't look quite so emaciated. He halfheartedly guessed that the serum had busied itself rebuilding his muscles with the amble nutrients he was getting as much as it was healing his wounds.

With his shoulder healing up, the white-coated techs had taken to repairing the extensive damage to his prosthetic. It now moved fluidly, easily, the burn that gnashed its teeth into his artificial nerves now abated and calmed. The plates had been smoothed and repaired, the blood and grime cleaned away, although the red star he had tried to scratch off with his own fingernails and anything within reach those first few weeks remained marred and damaged. The techs didn't try to reapply it; now that he was no longer tied to the Red Room and the Soviets, they had no need to flaunt their emblem.

He knew it was only a matter of time before they'd try to deploy him, to test his programing, but he knew it was mostly due to their eagerness to try and patch the damage that had been caused by the exposing of SHIELD as HYDRA. Pierce was dead, but the saying still held true; cut off one head, two more will take its place. Aiden Black was not the new leader, but he had fallen in as his new handler, and that bit of his programming was still sound enough to prevent him from refusing orders from the man.

Today, however, he'd been granted time with the Captain after preforming well in training. He knew that Black wanted to wipe him, to rebuild the programming and perhaps even try the same with the healing Captain, but he knew that the man couldn't. This facility lacked the proper equipment to carry out that procedure safely, or to rewrite and build the programming back into his mind. It was likely why they were even letting him see the other man. It was a way to keep him under control, giving him time with him like a dog being trained and rewarded with scraps. He ought to have been offended but honestly he didn't care; any time with Steve was worth whatever hell they put him through.

His earlier thoughts were all pushed aside as soon as he entered the room they were keeping Steve in. The soldiers always left them alone, Black convinced in his control over the Asset, and he preferred it this way. He knew he was always under surveillance, but the illusion of peace he had with the Captain was enough. Despite his few hours of reprieve here he never allowed his guard to lower, never spoke out of turn or gave any indication that the programming had slipped. He couldn't allow that knowledge to fall into Black's hands. He could find some way to wipe him clean and order him to kill the man he'd fought so hard to defend. The thought alone made his breathing falter.

"… Bucky?" blinking, his focus was pulled back to the present, to the Captain laid out on the cot. The Asset straightened himself, shoved down all his disjointed thoughts, padded over to the bedside to look down at him. He might have the perfected serum but he had been wounded horrifically; he was still all but bedridden with the injuries he'd sustained. He was half convinced the only reason he survived at all was because the Captain was just too damn stubborn to die. Dim memories of back alley fights, bright blond hair matted with blood and halfhearted smiles mired by bruising and dirt flitted across his mind for a brief moment.

The Asset didn't reply with words, merely humming in response as he sat down in the empty chair next to the cot. Some distant part of him was glad to see that Steve was awake and aware, as the last few visits he'd been groggy and barely able to speak, mumbling in a drug and pain-induced haze about things the Soldier didn't remember. It was stressful, but he would rather spend his time here, questioned over things he didn't understand or know, than be primed and molded to fall back into HYDRA's command.

"… you're in gear." Steve's voice was quiet, but he could still hear the apprehension and resignation in his tone. It bothered the Asset greatly. Black had hinted at possibly sending him out on some sort of simple assignment so he'd dressed himself in his heavy Kevlar vest and armor, hiding his healing wounds and returning build. The less Steve knew about how long he'd been trapped here the better. The last thing he needed was him hatching some idiotic scheme to escape that would get him killed.

"… d'you get your orders?" the words came out of his mouth slurred and soft, his mind obviously still a bit hazed from whatever drugs they had to have pumped him full of to keep him manageable. It set the Soldier's teeth on edge, the thought of them doing something like that to Steve, but he couldn't protest or else run the risk of being separated fully. The statement did, however, fire some distant, disjointed memory. He could almost smell the musty air of some damp alleyway, blood in the mouth of his friend as he spoke and looked at him in a strange mix of admiration and sadness. It made his heart ache in a way he wasn't familiar with, even without any further context to bolster it.

"… yeah, Steve." His voice was still rough with disuse, awkward and stiff and lacking in the emotion Steve held when he talked. The last time he'd been here the other man had panicked, remembering their capture, tried to fight his way free of the web of IV line that held him. At least this way, with him lost in his own sleepy awareness, he was easy to convince all was well although every lie he told tasted bitter on his tongue.

"Be careful, Buck." Steve mumbled a bit when the Asset stood and began to pick at his wound wrappings, drawing his eyes from his work to meet his. They were hazy from pain and sleep, greyed and sick looking in a way that made the Soldier's stomach knot up. He swallowed thickly and focused on checking all of Steve's wounds, not trusting any of the HYDRA medics or their work. Most of his wounds had closed, the deepest pink with new-grown scar tissue and the lesser wounds already silvered and faded into his skin.

"I will." The response was automatic, not looking away from his task now. He was replacing the packing in Steve's side, where the sniper round had ripped his chest cavity open. Even the serum was having trouble with the wound, and if it hadn't been for that (and his damn fool stubbornness) he surely would have bled out right there in the street.

Steve made a noise halfway between a whimper and groan when he started to pull the bloodied, coagulated mess of packing out of the wound, obviously feeling it even through the fog of painkillers. He squirmed enough to make his task difficult, but at the same time it lifted his spirits somewhat. His strength was coming back, slowly, but it was a good sign. His body was starting to heal enough for his system to begin filtering the medicines in his body more efficiently; a hazy memory bubbled up of Steve complaining about Morita's morphine shot not taking the edge off a bullet wound he'd gotten in the calf. This had to be a good sign. It just had to be.

The wound still looked horrific, and he knew he couldn't chance an escape with Steve in this state. The ragged tear was having trouble healing over due to just how much tissue loss and damage he'd sustained, despite the serum flowing in his veins. Even with Steve still moving around he was able to place more sterile packing into the wound and wrap it tight with gauze and medical tape, after treating it with a potent antibacterial wash that he made sure to carry on his person at all times. That hadn't been fun. Steve had gasped hoarsely and it'd hurt him to hear, but it needed to be done. He still didn't trust these HYDRA doctors to treat the wounds correctly, even though he had little formal medical training himself. It didn't matter in his mind; his body and muscle memory knew Steve and how to treat him better than anyone else and like hell he was going to just sit passively by and let someone who didn't know the first thing about Steve Rogers try to patch his wounds.

With his work finished and Black no doubt waiting on him, the Soldier knew he had to cut his visit short. The man had mentioned something about a cleanup mission, to take care of some SHIELD holdouts that had grouped up near where he and Steve had been picked up. It would be a quick and clean mission. They'd likely pair him with the surviving members of the Strike unit to keep him under observation, but he could easily use their fear of him to make them keep their distance. He had a feeling these 'SHIELD holdouts' might be whoever Steve had alerted the night they were captured. If that was the case this mission was going to go very poorly.

"I'm leaving, don't get into any trouble while I'm gone." The Soldier mumbled a bit, not wanting to leave but knowing he couldn't stay. He gently smoothed down Steve's unruly hair with his right hand, always the right, something he felt like he'd done countless times a hundred lifetimes ago. When he was around the other man it felt like he went on autopilot, doing things he had no clear conscious memory of ever knowing how to do, yet with the ease and familiarity as if he'd been doing them all his life. He knew how to calm him down, how he liked his pillows just so, how he had an awful habit of kicking the blankets off in his sleep, things he had no business knowing yet he did.

"No promises, Buck." Steve breathed out heavily, eyes already half-lidded with drowsy exhaustion but with a crooked grin on his face. The Soldier felt a near overwhelming urge to roll his eyes and swat his shoulder but he held back, knowing he was still badly wounded and not wanting any sign of playfulness to be seen by the cameras. He merely brushed a few dirty blond strands of hair out of Steve's face instead, hiding the action by pretending to hold his palm there to check his temperature. It was a poor ruse, with his fingers lingering a moment too long, body too loose with the feeling of safety, but he didn't think it would be caught.

This mission had him nervous. It sat low in his stomach like a weight of molten lead, burning and heavy and disorienting. It felt familiar in some distant way; he remembered feeling it before, while sitting in the snow at the edge of some high cliff, the snow kept off him with a shield held above his head by the man he was leaning heavily against for warmth. The memory was pushed down as he closed the door behind him, lock clicking softly at his back before he allowed himself to be pushed by the decayed programming to report to the command center. The sooner he completed his assignment the sooner he could return to Steve's side, and that was the only thought that kept his body in motion.

"Have you heard anything back from Jarvis, Stark? We've got to narrow down our search parameters."

The past few weeks had been complete and utter hell. Without SHIELD, running a rescue mission for one Steven Grant Rogers and one possibly-hostile Winter Soldier had been, to put it mildly, completely fucking exhausting. But, this was hardly enough to make Emily Vandom crack. She'd done more with less resources and less time, and this time she had friends to help her. She poured herself another mug of coffee, glancing over to Stark tapping away at one of his fancy tablets and to Wilson and his makeshift workstation on the floor with his wingpack.

After last time when they got separated, Emily didn't know what to do and how to help Bucky and Steve, so she did the last thing that remained – she had to contact with Sam Wilson, who was (as she knew) a closest friend of Steve.

Sam, although she had known him not too long, had slotted himself into the ragtag group as easily as clockwork, as if he'd been crafted to be a part of their unit. For the first week he'd housed both herself and Barton, who'd come as soon as Emily had filled him in on the situation. It was reassuring having her partner in crime back at her side. Stark, for all his crassness and bluster, had dropped everything when she informed him of Steve's capture. As difficult as he was to work with some days, he really could be an invaluable ally as long as he kept himself occupied.

"Jarvis is going as fast as he can but there's a lot of data to go through," Tony's voice was heavy with lost sleep, as if the dark patches under his eyes and the hot coffee mug held tight in his hand weren't enough of a giveaway, "HYDRA's hiding themselves pretty well, or what's left of it anyway. They're probably disguising their shipments and covering their tracks more than usual. I doubt they'd take them out of the city yet, it'd draw too much attention, but, it is HYDRA so who knows."

Tony must have repeated that a hundred times in a hundred different ways, and she knew that the tension was getting to them all, but it didn't make her any less anxious. They'd moved into Steve's apartment and the empty next door apartment after contacting Sharon, who provided her keys to the locks which had yet to be changed. She was doing what she could to aid in the search, but with her new job in the FBI and Emily still in hot political water, she didn't want to add any fuel to that fire with her presence. If word got lose in the government that Captain America had been captured while housing the Winter Soldier, well, the repercussions were something none of them wanted to deal with.

"I'm going up to check the perimeter with Clint. Let me know if you find anything, and while Jarvis works maybe you could give Sam a hand." Sitting idle and waiting just wasn't in her nature. Sam was working on his damaged wingpack, which Tony had started to repair but had to drop to prep Jarvis for the scan of the city's information apparatus. They'd need Sam's help once the AI located whatever HYDRA hellhole Steve and the Winter Soldier had been taken to. Even though Steve seemed to trust him, there was still a wary part of her that couldn't dismiss the possibility that maybe the Winter Soldier had lead Steve into a trap, that he'd been a Trojan horse or some form of bait to lure him into HYDRA's clutches. It was a grim and farfetched possibility, but one that was all too real.

The cool air outside once she reached the roof was a welcome source of sobriety, washing away her muddled thoughts and letting her release her own tensions with a soft exhale. The last week had damn near run her ragged. To have something like this happen so soon after the fall of SHIELD, before she'd had a chance to really recover, was just not something she had ever expected to happen. She'd thought she would have had a bit more time before she'd have to pay her debt back to Steve for saving her life.

"Lower levels secure, how're things up here?" she sat down heavily near the archer, just in case he had his hearing aids turned down. He was perched on the corner of the building, goggled eyes on the building entrance and the surrounding streets. His bow was held in loose fingers, eyes never stopping their scan of the streets when he replied.

"Well, there's been an awful lot of owls around but no, haven't seen any HYDRA agents or anything unusual." Clint replied, voice a bit hoarse from not having spoken in several hours. Emily roughly shoved her half-empty coffee mug into his side, nudging him until he sighed loudly and took it with his free hand.

"You've been on watch for hours, take a few minutes." She knew he was as tense and eager to find the Captain, but with nothing to do but stand watch it had to be bothering him a good deal. "Stark has Jarvis checking shipping records and anything else we can think of to try and narrow down a few spots. We don't think they're out of the city. Sam's getting his wings ready and if we have some locales by the end of the night we can move out as early as the morning."

"Good." Clint mumbled through a mouthful of coffee, having nearly chugged the whole cup while Emily had been talking. "I've got Soviet cooties now but thanks for the coffee, 'Tasha." With an exasperated sigh Emily punched his side, which made him jump and the coffee mug to slip out of his hand and down to the street below with a muffled shattering of ceramic. "Aw, mug no."

Emily laughed, a true laugh, the kind that ended with her snorting into her sleeve. Maybe it was the tension of the night but it felt good to just laugh, and she heard Clint huff out a laugh as well. The last few days have weighed on her so much that it was nice to let off a little of the steam. She turned to make a witty comment but Clint frantically signed "quiet" at her, eyes locked down where the mug had fallen. She was up and looking over the ledge of the building in an instant, keeping low so she wouldn't be seen.

She heard him notch an arrow and draw, his breathing evening out the way it did when he aimed. She spotted in the street below within a few seconds; a shadow out of place, a brief flash of reflected light off of metal. Emily didn't hesitate to stop the archer, hand over his as he prepared to let the arrow fly, hissing out a breath between her teeth as she struggled to choose what to do. Downing him was likely the wisest option, but, if he was here, there was a chance Steve was too.

"Don't," she knew that Clint wouldn't, but speaking her thoughts couldn't hurt any, "This isn't right. If he was going to try and pick us off he would have while we were distracted. Something's going on." Clint kept his bow at half-pull, and she didn't blame him; she was cautious and untrusting herself, but as she watched the Winter Soldier looked right at them yet didn't duck behind cover. He just looked right at them.

"He could have agents all around the building we can't just sit here," he whispered harshly, pulling the bow to full-draw when the Soldier advanced until he was standing just a couple yards from the building. He was masked but lacked the goggles, dressed full in HYDRA gear with a rifle slung at his back, but hands empty.

"This isn't right, Clint." As if on cue, the Winter Soldier raised his hands, empty palms towards them. A show of submission. Emily bit her lip, not knowing what was going on in the man's head but knowing that this wasn't one of HYDRA's normal tactics. Either this was the man that had grown up with Steve or a twisted HYDRA trap, or something in-between. "… I'm going down there. Cover me."

"Emily you can't be..." she didn't give him the chance to try and talk her out of it, jumping onto the fire escape two floors down. It rattled so loud in the otherwise silent alleyway that she was sure HYDRA agents would be all over her, but seconds ticked by and there wasn't any movement, not even from the assassin in the street below. She was far from unarmed, with a pistol in her pockets, but she would never underestimate the Winter Soldier.

Being on the ground, mere feet away from the man that had shot her just a few months ago, is… tense, to say the least. Her shoulder aches. He looks different now in a way she can't really place; he's thinner than he was in her memories, eyes dark with lost sleep and weary in a way she never thought was possible from so menacing a man. He looked ragged and downtrodden and every bit as awful as Steve had described. Beneath the layers of caution and defensiveness, she admitted she felt a twinge of, pity was too strong a word but something like it, for her former mentor.

"What do you want, James." The words came out more bitter than she had intended, but then again maybe it was better to put up that façade. The man standing before her wasn't the same anymore, but hell, she changed also...

"Vitani." His voice was muffled under the muzzle-mask but that didn't diminish their effect. Vitani. Emily hadn't heard her old nickname in what felt like lifetimes. It told her that he remembered at least fragments of their past, much like her. "… I need your help." That definitely wasn't what she expected to hear him say next.

"My help?" Emily repeated the statement softly, "… Steve. How can I help?" she watched his eyes light up the dimmest bit. James slowly lowered his right hand, pulling something small and flat from his pocket. An arrow cut the tense air between them, embedding itself into the pavement a few inches from the man's foot; a clear, grim warning not to test his luck. It gave the Soldier pause before he completed his action, a small, scuffed moleskin sketchbook clutched in his hand.

"They have him." James's voice was rough and so tired, the book gently placed in her hands with his fingers lingering on her own for the briefest moment, "They think I'm on their leash still, Emily. Steve is hurt, I can't get him out on my own." His tone was almost pleading and it painfully twisted something up inside of her, "They sent me here to kill you all with the Strike team, you're not safe here any longer." Even without it being said, she knew that he had killed his own team to prevent them from hurting them.

"Where did they take him? Where are you based?" she got no clear answer, the Soldier merely tilting his head towards the thin sketchpad in her hands. When she opened the cover she realized there was a roughly drawn map, made of taken streets and turns that he must have taken to reach the building. It could lead them right to them.

"Emily, listen to me" his voice was suddenly soft, shot through with remorse, "they're trying to get me under control again. If they manage to, I need you to put me down. Steve won't be able to, and you're the only person I can trust to do it right. They might not even need to do it, I might try and hurt him if I'm not in my right mind. Please, I need you to promise." Without even seeing his reaction she knew her façade fell for the briefest of moments, blindsided by the request. She'd expected him to be hostile, to be defiant at the least, but not this.

She couldn't form the words but nodded, setting her jaw and straightening her back. The look of relief that filled his eyes was almost as heartbreaking as the whole damn situation. He started to turn but she stopped him, slipping a small object into his palm, curling his calloused fingers around it with her own hands. It was her necklace she used to wear everyday, in a shape of swan with outstretched wings. Seconds ticked by before he broke eye contact with her, looking down to his hand that she still held and then to the arrow by his boot.

"… thank you, моя любовь." She almost missed it, that softly mumbled bit of Russian that solidified in her mind that this was really James talking, and not the Winter Soldier.  She never thought she would ever hear that from him again. Emily gave his hand a gentle squeeze before she backed away, the Soldier doing the same, storing the thin metal object she had given him into one of his pockets.

"Be careful, James." Emily spoke softly, "… дорогой.." She watched him stiffen at the word, scanning her eyes for a long moment before he turned his head, breath exhaled loudly through the mask. She allowed her gaze to return to the roof, where Clint was still perched watchfully, another arrow at the ready. When she turned back to the Winter Soldier he was gone, just like the ghost he was. Her grip on the sketchbook tightened as resolve settled in. As it stood, HYDRA was holding two men from her, and they would soon come to regret that action.

His mind had always been too loud. Too loud, too busy, too full of things he had no context for. He could see them in bright flashes of vivid experience; the smell of a Brooklyn alley after a midnight rain, the feel of a stray cat's fur under his palm as it arched into his touch, the sound of a train's wheels far too close, he could remember small bits in crisp clarity but the whole picture was broken. He held the shattered pieces of a great mosaic with no blueprint, no frame of reference; the grand work it once was lost, leaving him with only a hundred million broken fragments and no way to tell how they fit together.

At least, it had been that way for the decades under HYDRA's command. He'd been out of cryo so long, his mind let go to mend without the wipes and supplied with small threads to stitch the patchwork of memories together, that now he was slowly piecing that mosaic of his former life back together. His memories were less flashes of disjointed fragments and now short contingencies; instead of just an isolated sound of pencils scratching at paper he now had a tentative picture of a skinny boy hunched dutifully over a thin sketchpad as he drew, or how a Russian lullaby now reminded him of a dozen young faces in a dim military compound.

With the tentative return of his memories came the emotions attached to them. He remembered the fluttery lightness in his stomach when he laughed loud and long around a campfire with Steve and soldiers just on this edge of familiarity, or how the fear had felt like tendrils of ice snaking up his spine when he heard a door slam shut over the rattling of train wheels. He remembered what fondness felt like, how it had bloomed with a fragile warmth behind his ribs for the first time in decades when he heard the first few unsure English words leave Emily's mouth, how she'd smiled like the sun after she held her first conversation in it with him. He remembered how it felt to have the emotions, but what he lacked entirely was how it felt to receive them, to give them freely and openly.

The strings that HYDRA had cut and mangled were slowly reconnecting, threading through the holes in the decaying programming and forming stronger bonds with each day. He hid it, he hid it deep and he hid it well. If Black knew he would be isolated, probably even forcibly wiped with what little equipment the base had even if it had a high chance of killing him. He knew how Black operated, his worth was only measured by his effectiveness in the field, and he knew as soon as that was permanently diminished he was obsolete. Just another loose end to be cleaned up, a broken machine to be discarded, a toothless wolf to be tied down and shot.

A week had passed since his meeting with Emily, since he'd given her every bit of information he could to help them find Steve. He could feel the programming responding to his HYDRA handlers, feel himself falling easier and easier into old ways and habits, found it harder to recall the broken shards of his memories. It scared him, it honestly scared him. What if tomorrow he woke up and all of the progress he had made was undone? What if tomorrow he looked at Steve and didn't see him, and saw only a target or mission or body to be disposed of? If he lost Steve, if he lost him and Emily, then he knew there'd be no saving him from HYDRA; they were the only ones who stood even the slightest chance of picking up his shattered pieces. This act of putting faith and trust in others was so foreign to him it was almost terrifying but he knew he couldn't do this on his own.

The soft sound of exhaled breath brought him back to reality, eyes cutting down to where Steve was resting his head on his thigh. The wound to his right side had healed enough for him to move around somewhat, although his definition of moving was rather singular. Steve had rolled onto his left side, using the Soldier's lap as a pillow, the thin white blanket he was wrapped in streaked with rust red from the most recent change of bandages. The Asset had deemed him well enough to chance providing him with a shirt, bright SHIELD logo across the chest of it, the sight of which made him feel sick. Steve was curled up somewhat, back mostly to the Asset, trying to shrink into himself but twisting himself up in the blanket and his own limbs in the process. Wide open to attack. The thought stung in his mind, eyes narrowing a fraction behind the thick protective goggles, and was dispelled quickly. Steve Rogers was not a target, threat or mark to him, but his programming deemed otherwise.

Even with the serum Steve's wounds were taking too long to heal for the Asset to be comfortable. The horrific gunshot to his side had only just closed up, a stark red swath of raw muscle stretched taunt over mending bones. The wound to his collarbone had healed much quicker, now a silvery patch of scarred skin that was fading with every passing day. His breathing had evened out to a wheezy constant, no longer sputtering and fluid-filled. It was a small comfort to the Asset.

The HYDRA doctors kept him sedated heavily most days now, preventing him from attempting to fight back or flee. The Asset knew the drugs well enough, as they had been used on him in the past when he woke up from cryo. It had kept him docile and pliant and it made him sick to see Steve reduced to the same state. He was burning through the dosage much quicker than he ever had, sometimes snapping to awareness with a feral sort of desperation to escape. Black made an awful point to make him be the one to administer the syrette, make him stand and watch as Steve collapsed and wheezed and tried to fight the drug, always to fail. Black couldn't wipe him, but he was trying his damnedest to break him through other means.

He'd been given less and less time with the Captain, forced into training exercise after training exercise, with little rest in between. The goggles hid how cloudy from exhaustion his eyes had gotten, how dark the patches under them had become, rendering him less and less able to fight back against orders. He wanted to gnash his teeth and lash out at every turn but he didn't have near the strength to keep doing so. He was so tired. He was never going to stop fighting but the programming was much stronger in his depleted state, the feeling of it guiding his movements almost second nature after decades under its control.

Stress sat heavy on the Soldier's shoulders, weighing him down and filling him with dread. His right hand was gently carding through Steve's hair, curling through golden strands that had grown during their captivity. He had orders from Black himself, an ultimate test for his programming, and he could feel it straining in his mind, the cogs and gears of HYDRA's control creaking and screeching in protest against his unwillingness to comply. He'd known this order was coming since his capture, known since they let Steve recover, known since they let him visit him as a reward.

The possibility of it had eaten at his mind since his first agreement to comply with Black's wishes, but now that the command had been given the reality of it all had crashed down on him. It was punishment, he knew it, punishment for not killing Emily and the small group she had gathered, for killing his own team to protect them. Black wanted him to know that he wasn't to make decisions and couldn't think for himself, and Black's sick sense of humor had been summed up in his simple order. He wanted balance; since he couldn't kill Emily and her group, he had to take another's life.

He held a knife in his metal hand.

"Kill the Captain, Soldier."

Even hours later the words still rang in his ears, a roar that threatened to drown out his own thoughts. He couldn't reject a direct command from a handler such as Black, yet he'd managed to hold out this long, kept his blade from marring the unblemished skin of the blond's neck. He could feel the press of it bearing down on his mind, burning behind his temples and tugging at his limbs, but he fought it. He gritted his teeth under the muzzle-mask and hissed out his breath, trying to will himself to throw the knife away from them but his arm wouldn't respond. He couldn't disarm himself but he found he could keep himself from moving to attack; he was at a grim stalemate with the programming.

"Slit his throat, Soldier. I want you to watch him die."

A strangled sort of noise choked in the Asset's throat, swallowed down thickly as he struggled to keep from showing his distress outwardly. He didn't even realize his hands were shaking until Steve made a confused sound, tilting his head to look up at him with one medicine-fogged eye in silent question. It just made the Soldier's hands tremble more. He'd done everything he could to try and protect the few people he knew with certainty and it was being warped into Steve's own death; everything he'd done was going to kill the man he'd tried so hard to protect.

"… Bucky?"

The Asset's whole body shuddered at the other's voice, shaking so much he could hardly sit. He pulled his hand away and watched the other's face, thankful for the first time in decades for the mask that covered his expression. Steve couldn't see the pained look on his face, see how panicked and wild his eyes were through the goggles. Black's agents had locked him in here and he could see the shadows of them through the small square window on the door; he knew that they would keep him in here until he completed his mission. He'd lasted this long, he just had to keep telling himself he just had to hang on a little longer.

He had to look away. He couldn't look at Steve without the programming screaming to lunge, to hold him down and slash the blade across his open throat. The inner mechanisms of his metal arm whirled and purred, plates calibrating and lying flat and repeating, unfeeling fingers tight around the handle of the knife that he could hear cracks forming on the resin grip. He felt like some sort of predator, a monster; Steve had done nothing but try to protect and aid him and when he needed him to return the favor here he was, holding the knife that would kill him.

Muffled voices from the HYDRA agents outside, combined with their restlessly shifting shadows through the window, set off alarms in the Asset's mind. Something was going on. It was likely Black coming to inspect his progress and the thought of it was enough to worsen his shaking. He was being pulled in a dozen different directions; Black's words tugged at him to attack, his own mind screamed at him to get Steve out of this hellhole and protect him, while the programming whispered encouragements to complete his mission and be rewarded with the quiet sleep of cryo.

The weight in his lap vanished and he didn't dare look to see; he could hear Steve straining to sit up, breath wheezing out of his still-healing lungs from the effort. The programming lurched at the opportunity like a starving animal presented with a meal, teeth bared and desperate for blood. It'd be so easy to just turn and plunge the knife into his back; the blade was long enough to reach his heart through his ribs if he aimed right, he'd bleed out if it didn't outright kill him..

"Buck."

His grip on the knife tightened, servos in his arm whirring into readiness. If he completed his mission Black would put him in cryo, would stop all the noise of the broken memories in his head and let him rest; he was so tired, he'd run and fought for so long that even the horrors of his captivity seemed like a sweet relief from the pain of remembering. The fragments of his memories had always just been background noise before, but now with time and healing they were loud, intrusive, overwhelming and smothering. He couldn't handle it on his own.

"Buck, something's going on, we need to get out of here..."

He was so far lost in his own mind, moving without knowing, drowning inside his own thoughts and broken memories. There was only so long one could fight before it all collapsed, until one gives in under the pressure. With his memories a jumbled heap, struggling to stitch together, the pain of it all was overpowering. He felt trapped inside a cage like a wild animal, desperate to get out and escape from all the noise.

The soft touch of warm fingers on his right arm triggered an immediate response, twisting and clamping his hand onto a still-healing shoulder, knife edge pressed to soft skin. He was instantly still, muscles wound tight like a spring, blade biting into his throat just enough to draw a single trickle of blood. Steve, this is Steve, stop. He was horrified, wanting nothing more than to bolt out the door before he could do something to hurt him more, but he couldn't move. He could only watch as Steve swallowed, eyes staring into his featureless goggles, confused and frightened but, God, still so bright.

"Bucky, put it down… please…"

A sound that could have been a whimper escaped him, stomach turning in disgusted horror at himself. Yet he still couldn't move the weapon away. He couldn't just ignore his mission but he could try and fight it, try to delay it, give Steve enough time to try and get away but unless he got a new command he had to complete it. It was the worst part of the programming.

"You don't have to listen to them anymore, Bucky.."

Steve sounded more lucid than he had in weeks, even with his eyes still fogged from medication and pain. He knew Steve, he'd made the connection between him and the boy with the sparrow-thin bones and bloodied knuckles from his memories, but seventy years of forced obedience and programming and control were impossible to just shrug off. Steve must have sensed it, but then again even the broken fragments of his memories told him that he had always been able to read him like a book.

He didn't show an ounce of fear as he slowly raised his hand, hovering it over his metal wrist, never breaking eye contact. He reasoned he wanted him to make sure he saw what he was doing. He remained tense and stiff, ready to slash the blade the inch it'd take to kill the man, but he waited. Steve seemed to take it as permission, lightly laying his hand over his own metal one, trying to gently push it away from his throat. He resisted at first, artificial muscles clicking and flexing before he slowly relaxed, letting his arm be guided away and down.

"You're okay, Bucky," he started, keeping his voice low and even, not even blinking at the impossibly loud sound of the knife clattering to the floor as it slipped from the Asset's grip, "you're my friend, you don't have to make it on your own."

Thank you Buck, but I can make it on my own.

The thing is, you don't have to.

Something about those string of words sparked something, a bright image flashing in his mind. He remembered Steve, so much smaller with red-ringed eyes. He remembered his hand gripping his shoulder tightly; he realized dimly that he was doing much the same now, a twisted sort of parody of a gesture that no doubt had once been based in comfort. Steve lifted his free hand, the other still cradling the metal wrist that a moment ago had been poised to slit his throat, reaching slowly towards his face. The memory was so vivid he didn't even react until he felt his goggles being gently tugged away, dropping discarded into his lap.

The Asset tried to suck in a breath through the muzzle mask but his lungs hitched as his whole body began to shake, arms dropping into his lap, limp. He had no idea what was happening. The programming had faltered, leaving him unable to complete the mission; the conflict between his programming and the memories was just too much. Panic filled every bit of him, heart hammering against his ribs and stomach threatening to retch. He'd never felt like this in any of the memories he had and it terrified him. He couldn't get enough air and he felt entirely out of control of his own body, his breathing loud and ragged and desperate under the mask.

He felt Steve's hand on his left shoulder, thumb just barely tracing the ragged seam where metal met flesh, his eyes focused on his own as he spoke although he didn't hear a word he said. Normally he flinched or reacted violently to contact but he didn't this time, merely shrinking into himself in an attempt to hide from the storm that was his mind. It was oddly assuring, the feeling of his firm grip on his shoulder, although it didn't immediately register that he was touching his left arm. He couldn't touch him with his left arm, he couldn't, he couldn't. He was dimly aware of a loud noise outside the room, an electric sort of noise that sent the panic coiling in his belly shooting straight up his spine. He needed to get away. Electricity meant pain, meant the wipe that would steal Emily and Steve and his fragile memories away again.

His legs felt boneless when he tried to jump up but he didn't make it any farther than that, Steve's grip on his shoulder turning strong as steel, pulling him back down. The Asset dimly heard him yelling at him; he heard Bucky and he heard its okay but everything in between was lost in the blur that was the panic swirling in his mind. The electric noise was right outside, it was too close. Too close.

"S-Steve, I..."

The door was blown off its hinges with a bolt of blue, slamming into the wall, and all thoughts screeched to a halt and screamed attack.

Steve flinched violently when the door exploded to his right, shards of hot metal bouncing off his side. The air was full of the acrid stench of charred metal and sharp electricity, a scent he knew like the back of his hand. Stark. Thank God, Emily had gotten help and somehow found them. They just might get out of this mess after all. He had his visor flipped open and grinned when he saw him, motioning to the two of them broadly. He didn't have enough time to warn him about Bucky, to warn him about the sound the repulsors made, to warn him about anything.

"Tony, turn off your Repulsors!" he shouted but by the time the words left his lips Bucky had already sprung, producing a knife from somewhere on his person and lunging at Tony like a bird of prey, blade like a talon aiming straight for the suit's Arc Reactor. Tony didn't even have enough time to flip down his visor before Bucky barreled into him, sending them both to the floor. Steve tried to jump up to pry Bucky off but the drugs were still in his system, making his limbs feel a hundred pounds heavier and the room spin with any sudden movement. It felt like when his blood sugar used to dip before the serum.

The screech of metal against metal was nearly ear-splitting, the knife glancing off an armored gauntlet when Tony threw his arms up to deflect the strike. Bucky jammed the blade into one of the seams, Tony actually letting out a yelp before he jerked his arm back, the knife catching and snapping from the torque. The useless hilt was discarded, fingers curling into a fist and slamming into the Arc Reactor, cracking the protective covering. Steve's heart skipped and he screamed at Bucky to stop but he watched as he raised his fist again, aiming to break the Reactor which would trap Tony in the powerless suit.

A brilliant flash of blue filled the room and Bucky was thrown off, the sleeve of his uniform disintegrating and exposing the metal underneath. The Repulsor blast had been drastically dialed back, only enough power behind it to knock him away, but it still nearly blew him into the far wall. He landed on his feet like some sort of cat and skidded back, tattered sleeve smoking and the plating of his arm mired with superficial electricity burns. His breathing was far too fast and he was still shaking, hardly able to stand on his own two feet.

"Bucky, calm down!" Steve pulled himself free of the IV drips, using the wall to steady himself as he moved closer to Tony; he was hedging his bets on the fact that Bucky hopefully wouldn't attack with him so close to his target. "Tony is a friend, he's not going to hurt you!" he could only watch helplessly as Bucky tensed himself up again, coiling in on himself like a snake about to strike. "Bucky, don't! I promise he's not going to hurt you!" he placed himself between the two, holding his hands up submissively. Tony quickly did the same, powering down his Repulsors completely.

Bucky remained crouched and ready to lunge, another much larger blade in his right hand. His eyes darted between Steve and behind him to Tony as if he was trying to judge his distance; it made Steve's stomach drop. He edged forward slowly, closing the distance hesitantly even though he heard Tony's concerned hiss of Steve be careful behind him.

"Buck, its okay, I promise. Its fine, Tony's not going to hurt you or me." he assured, reaching out and slowly taking hold of his hand with the knife. Bucky didn't let go, keeping his eyes locked on Tony over Steve's shoulder as if daring him to try and take another step closer even though he was now shaking so badly he could barely keep his stance. His eyes were still unfocused and wild, nothing like they were the last few times he'd visited him in his cell.

"Cap, I think he's having a panic attack" Tony said suddenly, visor flipping up, "try and get him calmed down so we can get you both out of here. Emily is coming down the hallway, I'm going to make sure our path out is clear but we need to leave before more HYDRA agents show up." Steve nodded back at him before turning his attention back to Bucky, hand still on the hilt of the knife to try and keep him from lunging around him at Tony.

"Buck, Bucky, I need you to look at me" Steve spoke sternly, Bucky's gaze snapping back to him in an instant, "please try and calm down. You're breathing too hard, just, try and focus on slowing it down." He'd talked Tony through his panic attacks in the last few months when something triggered them but Tony had never had a penchant to try and kill him during them.

The knife came loose from his grip a moment later, Steve quickly tossing it out of reach onto the abandoned cot. Bucky was shuddering so much he looked like he was about to shake apart, breath heaving in and out. He wanted to get the mask off of him but he didn't think it was a good idea with him still so flighty. He could easily end up hurting him or himself.

"James, теперь ты в безопасности."

He felt Bucky jolt to look over at the remains of the door where Emily was now standing silently, the shield strapped to one arm. Steve would have spun around himself but he didn't dare make any sudden moves with Bucky in his state, knowing he was teetering on the edge of attacking him or attacking anyone who so much as came within three feet of him with a weapon.

"E-Emily." Bucky's voice was painfully weak, hardly audible over his breathing. Steve heard her walk over, she deliberately making enough noise so not to startle him, reaching out to lay her hand on his arm gently. It seemed to ease his shaking a bit, having two grounding points, but they didn't have the time to get him completely calmed down. They still had to get out of this nightmarish place and get to safety.

"You're going to be fine." She reassured him soothingly, her voice softer than he'd ever heard it before, "we're going to take you and Steve somewhere safe." Bucky seemed to calm a bit at her words, tentatively nodding in agreement as his tremors subsided. He still looked pale and nervous but he didn't seem to be on the verge of passing out anymore. "Steve, Stark has the hallway clear but we need to go now. More agents are inbound and we don't have the head of the base pinned down. Do you think he's good for extraction?" Steve turned to look at the Soldier at her words, and he mirrored the action.

"Do you think you can make it out of the building, Buck? We need to go." Steve asked and was relieved when he saw the slight nod he got in response.

"Good. Clint and Bruce are outside in a Quinjet. Let's get you both home." Emily whispered with a little smile in the corner of her lips.

FOUR YEARS LATER

 “Mommy!? Mommy, mommy, mommy!!!” a squeaky voice has spreaded its echo around a cottage.

Little girl ran through upper floor, heading towards stairs leading at the ground floor. She ran into the living room, looking around, but there was no one, so she ran further. Girl spotted the black chow-chow, who was laying at the dog bedding near the main door.

“Hey! Xena! Have you seen Ma?” girl, laughing loudly, went to the dog and pet dog's head playfully. The animal only barked lazly, so girl shook her head and decided to ran to the garden.

But at the door a pair of strong hands had caught her and she had been picked up. She was laughing and squeaking. “Uncle! Put me down, put me down!!!” she giggled, looking up into pair of familiar, huge blue eyes. Steve smirked and made an offended face. “Nah, I don't think so, I like to have you close, besides, now I hope I'll have better deal with your mother if it comes to a dessert!” Captain tickled little belly of the girl, causing a bunch of giggles and squeaks. “Uncle! Unfair!” little girl nuzzled to his neck. “Well, I'll help ya with a dessert if you'll help me to look for my Ma! I can't find her.” Steve laughed briefly and gave a slight nod, then stepped outside t the garden, holding girl in his arms.

Emily was sitting at the wide swing with Bucky, they were catching sunrays of the late summer, cuddling and talking. When little girl noticed her parents, she squeaked once again, tugging Steve's sleve. “Mommy! Daddy!” she yelled loudly and as soon as her little feet touched the ground, she ran towards them, jumping at Bucky's lap. “Mommy! I was looking for you everywhere!!! I draw something for you!!” little girl held a dawing in her hand and she passed it over to Emily. Redhead woman took a piece of the paper in her hand and whistled shortly. “James, look, I bet our girl's gonna be an artist in the future!” she giggled. Bucky took the drawing in his metal palm and took a look on that, letting Steve to watch it also. “I bet she'll” Bucky took girl into his arms and hugged her tight, smiling proudly. “My beautiful Marika.” “I'm sorry to interrupt, but what's with that dessert you had promissed me?” Steve poked Emily's shoulder and woman rolled her eyes. “Captain is hungry as always. I told James before, they should've been calling you Captain Hunger instead of America” Emily summed up, smiling sweetly.

All four talked for a while, then headed back to the house. They were living in peace, filling their lives with love and hope. Hope for better world.

Whatever they had missed, they possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

                                                      The End

Smartphone || drabble

Words: 1059

Warnings: none at all

SUMMARY:  Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone

Request by: Anonymous

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was a day like many else before. Bucky, sitting on the couch at the Avengers' Tower, was playing with a little object in his hands.

Steve walked to him and looked at lil object. "Is it Stark's phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his stuff." Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.

"Yeaaah, I've heard all this before, pal" Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the screen. "I like to make him mad. Besides. It's only a piece of metal and glass."

"A piece of metal and glass that is really important for him, just like for everyone in these days." Steve only shrugged. "I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or whatever... In our times we didn't have stuff like this." He muttered.

"Heh" Bucky rolled his eyes. "That dude can't spend even 5 minutes without this device. I'm curious what he would do if I would hide it somewhere..." Bucky giggled under his breath. "Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but better."

"One day he will kick you out of here. You are cruel for him. Father's day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words "I love my dad" and you HAD to add "Sorry Tony" using permanent marker." Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend. "What are you doing there?" He said and slowly looked at phone.

"Oh, c'mon Stevie!" Bucky poked Steve's leg. "I just wanna see his reaction" brunette got up and looked around. "Maybe here..." he approached the bookshelf and when he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen. "Fuck!"

"Hey, hey!" with flash hand he carefully moved his finger along the screen. "The fuck is that, Steve? I've never seen something like that before.."

"It's just a phone Bucky. I saw how Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do whatever he wants."

"Lemma try this" Bucky, without a blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. "Oh.. How many numbers... Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations" Bucky chuckled darkly.

Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of his head. "Remember that those numbers can be also important for him." He said. "Maybe try to touch the other... lil picture on this phone." Steve said, he couldn't help said he became a bit curious.

Bucky looked at his pal. "Really, man?" he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve's advice and he touched another icon. "Shit, man, I've just started recording... Wait!" Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. "Hi, Tony! Don't worry, your phone is a good hands!" Bucky waved to the camera.

"Just don't kick him out Tony, please. Turn it off back. Now" Steve muttered. "Gimme that." Steve took the phone and returned to the couch. "What else can be here..?" Man said and looked at his friend.

Bucky eagerly followed his friend and jumped on the couch. "Hey, I wanna see too!"

"Stark is gonna kill us pal." Steve smiled softly and opened phone's gallery. "Oh... look at that, photos... and there is our video... shell we look at all photos?"

"Are ya kidding me, Steve?!" Bucky blinked. "Sure! We have to!" Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Steve's shoulders to see phone better.

Steve laughed shortly. "Sooo..." He started look trough photos. "So... there is Pepper... Rhodey in hospital... This new kid, Parker, and of course... photos with many different women... Now you Buck." Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.

"Pepper would be soooo mad" Bucky pretended to be sad. "Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking like a bird." Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark's twitter.

"You aren't good in pretending." Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. "What is it, pal?"

"Once I saw how Stark was.. How he said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing... Or something like that.."

Steve only shook his head. "I think I'm too old for this, Buck."

"Me too... But.." Bucky managed to use the keyboard.

STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO

After writing he presses on the "post it" button. "Done."

Steve laughed. "Soo! What now? Maybe he has some music here? I'm wonder what is he listening to."

Bucky tried to click another icon, but somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. "Fuck me."

Steve blinked. "Yea! I told you." He frowned. "What now?"

"PAAAARKEEEEERRR!" Bucky yelled loudly.

"Really, Buck. What he's gonna do? He is just a kid." Steve muttered looking at his friend.

"PARKER, move your lazy ass here!!!" Bucky yelled again.

"What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or something else what is very evil?!" Peter jumped into room really surprised and confused.

"Catch it, kid!!" Bucky threw crushed phone at Parker's direction.

“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark's phone… What have you done?" He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault." He pointed at Bucky.

"Traitor" Bucky poked Steve's shoulder. "I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this.. So.. None of my fault" he giggled.

"Um..." Peter looked at Bucky even more confused.

Steve sighed deeply. "Bucky, he is just a kid. You can't treat him like this." Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. "Go to your room. I will take care of this.”

Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the room.

~Few hours later~

"My phone... Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into every place where he could possibly left his phone. Kitchen -no. Bathroom - no. living room - no. Bedroom - no. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it for me?" He muttered deeply annoyed. "I can't do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers left something in your office.” Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office. He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note. Tony walked closer and saw that this 'something’ was his phone. Crushed. He looked at the note. "Hey, Tony... Your phone had small accident... Bucky is sorry. - Steve" Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.

"BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT TOUCHING MY STUFF!"

Winter lightning || Part I

Words: 2525

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: Bucky returns to normal life after being a part of Avengers team. One day, on the street of New York, he meets a young woman. He doesn't know yet, that this meeting is gonna change everything he used to know.

Authors: Beast & Cass 

The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys. He could hear the incessant honking of the vehicles even before the sun rose. Impatient businessmen who had to get to the office, mothers who had to leave their children at their schools, facing the puzzling challenge of navigating through the crowd of parents and children; even some of the teachers who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel or two before their morning classes. After every person had reached their respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if humungous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark and eerie caves.

Walking down the street, Bucky could smell the fresh batch of sweet and spicy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush. To him, it was a clear sign of the city slowly waking up. He anticipated to see what the new day would bring for him. Maybe a new reason to run again. Maybe an accidental meeting with someone he used to know before. Or maybe even hope...

She was runing as fast as she only could. “Sorry!” That was all she could say, pushing people out of her way, no metter who it was. She was only focused at running away from cold claws of danger.

This young woman has been betrayed by her own family, her life full of happiness and prosperity has changed into an elopement.

Whole city was waking up, when she was still running, all people and smells that were catching her attention before. were now meaningless. All she craved was safty… A place that will be safe enough to lost S.H.I.E.L.D's agents that had order to find and capture her because of what she was.

She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest, every breath, and every step was her little prayer.

Suddenly she bumped at well-build man, and trying not to fall onto ground, young woman instinctively caught both of his arms. One of them felt normal, like a flesh, but the other was cold and firm. She quickly looked around and then her glance stopped at the man. “I’m so sorry, sir.” Woman said trying to catch her breath. She moved away from man and continued to run.

Bucky has been taken out of reverie by surprise.

Trying to secure the woman from falling down, he caught her elbows and hold her firmly in the place.

"Not a prob..." he even didn't end his sentence, because girl has rushed to escape.

Bucky shook his head in disbelief, murmuring something in Russian under his breath. He continued his walk down the street, but it wasn't long before he has been stopped again.

The familiar uniform has showed up on the horizon and within few seconds a tall man stopped next to Bucky.

"Excuse me, have you seen a young woman? She had grey hoodie and black pants on?" man asked, looking around.

Bucky hesitated for a moment.                 First of all, he was afraid of being exposed. Secondly, he had seen a dread in the eyes of young woman from few minutes before.

He shook his head slightly. "No. I haven't. Sorry." He was glad. He had sounded as firm as it was necessary.

Other man thanked shortly and ran further, leaving Bucky in the middle of sidewalk.

Street was a terrible place, everyone could see her. For sure this weird guy told Agents, that he has seen her… And for sure he had shown them direction.

Woman quickly jumped into alley to hide from the crowd of main street. Maybe now she will lose them..

Girl pulled hood onto her head and started walk slowly, looking around. Everything was so… New for her. This was first time in her entire life, when she had to run for her life, she couldn’t believe, that her own family wanted to get rid of her.

Her family was too high settled, their fame and good reputation was more important than love to their daughter.

Young woman looked around and took a deep breath, she had no idea what to do now. This whole place was filthy. She flinched, when she stepped into mud. “God… How could I end up like this.” She whimpered and continued her walk. She saw stuff, that were really far away from her standards. She used to spend her time in beautiful places, where everything was gorgeous and expensive, but right now she was surrounded by mud, homeless people, rats and stray animals. From woman in dress she changed into a woman wearing the hood and trying to escape from death.

In the same time, Bucky has made quick shopping and headed back to his flat.

He was renting a little apartment on Brooklyn. It had one larger room, little kitchen and the bathroom. Nothing else, but it was enough for him to survive.

Bucky entered his hideout and first steps he headed to the kitchen, where he placed shopping bags on the table's counter. Then he walked back to the front door and man made sure he had locked them.

Bucky flopped onto the old couch, not even taking off his leather jacket. He pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and he lit one, inhaling deeply with a smoke. He couldn't stop thinking about that young woman. Somehow she caught his thoughts.

Cold wind made her shiver, she also wasn’t used to such situations.

She took a deep breath and tried to think. What to do now? Where to hide? Is this the end?

Bucky ended his cigarette and he laid down on his couch. Looking up at the ceiling, he was thinking of his previous life, when he used to be part of S.H.I.E.L.D. Now, nothing was the same anymore. Because of his arguments with Tony Stark, he has ended being the enemy number one to everyone. Even to Steve...

Bucky didn't realize, when he fell asleep.

She was tired, trying not to sleep was too hard. Her eyelids were really heavy, but before she even could close her eyes, she saw familiar uniforms somewhere in the crowd. “No..” She whimpered scared and got up only to quickly run away.

Young woman ran into skyscraper, she tried to knock to many doors, but most of flats were empty at this time or people were simply ignoring her.

She tried on every floor, everytime it was the same: people's ignorance or emptiness.

Finally, she got onto 13th floor. She started banging into door from local F9, which were close to the lift. “Please! Help me! I need help! I beg you! Show some mercy!” Her voice was nothing more than mix of fear and sob. “Please… I beg you..” Woman whimpered.

Bucky growled deeply as he has been woken up from his dream.

Cursing under his breath, he walked to the door and opened them wide.

"What the fuck you..." he had been snapping for a second, but became silent shortly after. "What the hell.. I remember you.."

She blinked, looking at man, he was like three times bigger than her.

“I… I remember you too..” Woman said and wanted to run away but she heard group of people, knocking and checking doors on lower floor.

She shivered, terrified, and looked back at man. “Please… hide me… I beg you, don’t let them get me.” Woman whimpered, grabbing his arms in act of desperation. Her sight was full of fear and sadness.

When the footsteps get louder, she simply ran into man's flat, not paying attention to him.

Bucky blinked in a disbelief. "Wait... What..." but before he has ended his sentence, the woman just entered his flat without asking about his permission.

"Who do you think you are? I don't need any extra trouble" he hissed, closing the door.

“Please… Please, sir… Please… hide me, protect me. I’m begging you.” She whispered full of pure fear and panic, woman even fell onto her knees.

Her breath stopped, when she heard knocking to the door. “Oh… God… No…” She said quietly and quickly hide in man’s bedroom, not even saying a word.

Bucky looked at her with a cold gaze, then he improved his jacket and went to open the door.

"How can I help you?" he said firmly as he opened the door.

Tall man, dressed in a S.H.I.E.L.D uniform, gave him a little nod. "I'm sorry. We are looking for a young fugitive. Have you seen a not too tall woman with long dark hair, dressed in a hoodie?" man asked simply, looking directly at Bucky.

Barnes made a grimace, like he would be thinking deeply. "No. I was only in the shop today. I haven't seen anyone. No one as you've described" he said calmy, but in his firm tone.

Other guy nodded slightly and thanked him, he simply walked away, knocking to another door.

Woman stood close to bedroom’s door, listening to every word. She had hope that this man won’t tell them she is in his flat, he didn’t want to have problems.

She felt guilty for putting him into such a situation, they were complete strangers to each other and she made him deal with S.H.I.E.L.D agents, even when she shouldn’t, but her fear and panic were too huge to think rationally.

When man closed main door, she slowly left his room. “Um… Sir, I want to apologize for this. I shouldn’t do this… But my fear of those people is too deep to behave rationally. I really should look at your safety.” She explained slowly, taking off her hood.

Young woman looked slowly around. “You have… nice flat… here.” She said, flinching.

Bucky was measuring her with cold glance, his hands on his hips. "Sorry? Is that all you want to say?" he hissed loudly, taking two huge steps towards woman. He stopped in front of her, his face a few inches from her. "Who? Are? You?" he syllabized every word, looking straight into her eyes.

She blinked and whimpered, shielding herself with her arms, when angry man got closer to her. "I... I am Elizabeth... Elizabeth Bonnet... I am an art student.." Woman whispered, even more scared. Right now she was more afraid of him then of agents. He was visibly enraged and he had her at reach of his fingertips.

"I didn't ask about your name" he simply pushed her aside with his shoulder, passing her by and flopping on couch. "I've asked WHO are you. If S.H.I.E.L.D is after you, then it means you’re not only an art student" he pulled out pack of cigarettes and lit one. Bucky put one leg on the other, leaning his back comfortaby on the couch. He inhaled with choking smoke, then he exhaled it, using nose. "Don't stay like that, Miss Bonnet. You can take a sit. Don't worry. I am not gonna hurt ya."

She let out unhappy sound, when he pushed her aside. She turned around, rubbing her shoulder. "I do not know, what I can tell you. They said that.... I'm a mutant.. but.. I did nothing against them." Elizabeth coughed softly and waved her hand trying to blow away smoke, then she looked at the couch. "Um... thank you, sir." She nodded and politely sat on the edge of the couch.

"Now I'm gonna tell you, what will happen next."

Bucky was focusing on the ceiling. He didn't even look at the woman sitting next to him.

"You can stay here. However don't think I'm doing this, because you took me with your begs" he chuckled darkly, puffing his cigarette. "I'm doing this, because I have my own old things to S.H.I.E.L.D. and because I know, how huge assholes they can be."

He sounded a bit too antipathetical then he had wanted.

"I have only one condition. Or maybe two. First, you can use any thing you will find here as your own. I don't have problems with sharing my hideout with you, but you won't be stepping into my way if not necessary. And second, I need to know everything about you and you special abilities."

Bucky rose from the couch and took his jacket off. The metal, bionic arm has gleamed into the sunrays falling into thw room through huge window.

"As you can see, I am not an ordinary person too."

She listened to him, nodding her head at his every word. “O… Okay, sir and I understand, sir.”

Elizabeth bit her lips. “I… I don’t know what to tell you… Stuff just start to float around me… and I have no control over me.l sometimes.” She said and shrugged.

 Young woman jumped a bit scared, when he got up from couch and took off his jacket, she looked at him with her eyes opened wide. “That’s why your other arm felt different, when I caught it this morning.”

He rolled his eyes, ending his cigarette. "Yea. Probably that's the reason."

He went to the kitchen and came back holding two oranges. Bucky handled one to the woman.

"I don't want any objects to fly around my place, okay?" he gave her a serious look. "Otherwise you'll be kicked out."

He took a careful look at her. She was so young. And she looked like a real dame.

"Hope those conditions aren't too low for you, Madame." Barnes switched to his ironic voice. "And now. I gotta go for a bit" brunette sighed lazily and went to the hanger, taking his jacket off. "I'm gonna lock the door. Don't let anyone in. And rest. I bet you're tired." After those words, Bucky just left.

She slowly took the orange he has offered her. “Thank you, sir… I can try to not make them fly… but I told you already, I can’t control it.” Woman looked at him a bit scared.

She frowned softly. “This comment was redundant, sir. I am not gonna answer at such an unnecessary question.” Elizabeth muttered, feeling offended.

Woman watched him and nodded slowly. She sighed heavily, when he closed the door. She wasn’t used to such places. This man tried to be ironic, but he was right, this place was way low beyond her standards, but she couldn’t say no or run away. She had to accept those conditions and try to fit in and live with this man in peace.

She was thinking about this for some time before she slowly fell asleep.

Bucky stood watching the line where heaven touched earth. His wide eyes witnessed the resounding glowing collision. Sparks lit the sky and blood poured, as the glory of paradise descended further behind the seam of the world. Barnes sighed deeply, wrapping leather jacket more around his shoulders. He had spent whole day by walking around the town, thinking. Mostly about the new situation he had been pulled into. He wasn't sure, what to do and what to think. Bucky felt small as he glanced over his shoulder and saw his shadow slowly shrinking towards his feet. He looked back to the line, only a few bright streaks remained to signal heaven’s passing. The sun had set.

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What have I done !? || Bucky x reader one shot

Words: 1133

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..”

 “...mmmmm.. I've… Accepted it.. Don't…. Buck… It… Feels… Like…….. Mmm.. Home..”

 “Steve?! Dear God!! Steven!?”

 Captain's chest stopped to move.

 “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. Mostly for him.

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Important files || Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: story’s been written for @thepaperpanda writing challenge.

Summary: in the stormy night reader visits Bucky to share the fact of finding important files with him.

Words: 1265

The storm has come.

Bucky looked out of the window at the blizzard the weather-man had promised. But it was stronger. He watched as his driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he’d only have to dig it out again in the morning. When the power winked out he raised his eyes to the heavens with a sigh and went for the flashlight, feeling his way to the cupboard only to find it missing. He vaguely recalled lending it to Sam. With a spark of relief he remembered there was still some life left in his laptop battery. From the light of the screen he could at least do some work. Already the temperature in the house had dropped so much he needed the duvet from his bed, but in the familiar glow of the screen and the clack of the keyboard, he could at least ignore the storm.

It wasn’t often for Bucky to do paperwork, however he didn’t want to step into next argument with Stark, so he reluctantly agreed to prepare some reports for him.

He was tired after exhausting day at the Tower. He had few trainings, including one with new recruits. He liked to share his knowledge with others, especially some regarding martial arts, but this new group was the toughest one.

Later, Bucky had a meeting with Steve and Sam. They were chatting over coffee. Bucky found himself enjoying moments like that. Steve was his pal, Sam could be counted like one, too.

Bucky smiled at the memory from few hours earlier.

Steve. His Steve has changed so much! Now, he was no longer a helpless man who needed to be protected. He “grew up”. He became strong and confident. Bucky liked that change, although he didn’t show he do.

Something pulled him out of his thoughts. Knocking.

He rose from his bed putting laptop on the night table. He rushed to front door and opened them.

“Y/N?” Bucky cocked his brow up seeing you on the porch. You were soaked from the snow and rain.

“Can I come in?” you didn’t ask, you only managed to jingle your teeth.

He blinked but nodded quickly.

“Sure, come in,” he shifted a bit to make a space for you to enter.

You eagerly stepped in, and smiles when Bucky helped you with your coat.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” he responded. “What brings you here so late?” Bucky asked.

You put your bag on the floor, and you crouched searching through it. After a while you pulled a red briefcase. You looked up at Bucky handling it to him.

“I thought you may want to know..”

Bucky frowned a bit but he reached out and took the folder in his metal hand. He walked to the living room, and you followed him carefully.

Man took a seat on his couch. You didn’t know how to act, so you stood in the hollway just peeking into the room, and waiting at his reaction.

“C'mon, Y/N, I won’t bite,” he chuckled softly in a deep voice of his, then Bucky pointed at the armchair standing on the opposite side of the room, “please, Y/N, take a seat and tell me what’s that exactly?” he put up hand in which he was holding the folder.

You gave a nod.

“I started to work for Stark recently after they moved me to his department,” you started, “he left his office earlier today leaving me the keys. I had to lock his office and our open space,” you continued, “so I did. But before that I went to his office to put some important reports into his cabinet.”

You stopped to take a breath.

“Water?” Bucky offered.

“Yes, please…” you agreed.

He gave you a smile and he left the room. Bucky came back within two minutes, with two glasses of water in both of his hands. He handled one to you and you took it thanking him.

“So I opened his cabinet and few briefcases fell out of there. He always has a mess in documents,” you rolled your eyes, but when you noticed the cocked brows of Bucky, you shook your head, “forgive me that digression. And when I was gathering them, I found your name…”

Bucky frowned and looked at the briefcase he was keeping in his hand. Indeed, his name was written with capital letters. Man frowned even more looking briefly at you.

He quickly opened the folder and pulled a handful of documents. He started to read them.

The silence was insupportable. But you waited politely.

When Bucky ended reading he lowered his head down simply putting documents at the couch.

“I… I am in shock,” he mumbled in thoughtfulness. “I didn’t know they cut off all informations about me. They just erased the fact I exist. That’s why Steve was never truly looking for me… S.H.I.E.L.D. has made him believe I was dead…” a tear ran down his cheek. “Fuckers!” Bucky hit the table standing in front of the couch with his metal hand clenched in a fist.

“Bucky…” your voice was nothing more than a whisper.

“How do you think, Y/N, did Steve know? Did he have any suspicions that they could be lying?” Bucky addressed this question more to himself than to you.

Shyly, you got up and walked to him, you knelt in front of him and took his both hands into your palms.

“If he would have a single sparkle of suspicion, he’d do everything to find you, Bucky” you said firmly. “Don’t you doubt in this.”

You stroked his palms looking him straight in the eye. You knew he needed support now. You both could be only colleagues from work, but still, he was very important for you.

“Why…” his vocie broke into a stutter. “Why… You.. Helped…. Why…”

“I wanted you to know the truth. I’ve heard a lot about your conflict with Stark. And how it has influenced your relationship with Steve,” you explained shortly. “I saw that you were torn apart.”

He swallowed rubbing his temples.

“Now it does have sense,” he chuckled darkly. “I bet Stark knew about whole situation, but did literally nothing to clarify it.”

Bucky got up from the couch and went to huge window. He leant his forehead against the cold glass letting the sorrow overcome him.

You approached man and dared to put hand on his shoulder.

“Forgive me if I made you sad with those informations, but I felt you should know.”

He shook his head.

“I understand and appreciate what you’ve done. I was looking after those documents for so long. It hurts, but I feel kinda calm by now,” Bucky turned his head to you and gave you a smile. “Thank you, Y/N. Well, I’d like to do something in return…” his sentence hung between two of you like a sharp knife. The atmosphere became dense.

“Okay…”

“Would you mind if I would ask you for a lunch or something?”

You smirked. He definitely wasn’t good in talking. Especially to women.

“Sure, but I don’t want to cause you any inconveniences.”

“Y/N, hush girl,” Bucky smiled sadly. “At least let me do something for you. You did something for me, too.”

You nodded happily.

“Sure, Bucky. Thank you.”

He led you to the door and helped you with your coat.

“I thank you. It means a lot, Y/N.”

When you left his house you didn’t notice, that Bucky was still glancing at you through the window smiling softly.

And the power hasn’t been switched on yet.

"My dog ate your christmas present”  || Bucky Barnes x reader drabble

Words: 774

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: Bucky's dog ate the present for reader. Bucky had to invent something ad hoc.

Author: Beast.

A/N: Drabble written for @caplansteverogers writing challenge. I hope you don't mind me changing the character I was supposed to write about.

Shit, shit, shit!” Bucky was running over his room looking for something, when Steve stepped in.

„Hey, pal, what's up?” Captain asked.

Bucky only waved his hand slightly.  “I have a problem here...” James laughed nervously. “I mean, just look at this mess”  he pointed at the corner.

Steve frowned but looked at the direction his pal has pointed.

He noticed Bucky's dog. The animal was laying on the floor eating a colorful decorative gift paper.

“Is this...?” Rogers gave Bucky a look. “Yes. It it.” Bucky sat on the bed slipping hands in his hair. “What I'll do now?” man wailed loudly. “This one time I thought it'll be nice. That I'll make HER happy. It's Christmas time... And again I failed.”

“Hey, hey!” Steve took a seat next to his friend and wrapped arm around him. “Hush, bud, don't worry. We still have time. We can make it up.”

“How?” Bucky spreaded his arms in a gesture of helplessness. “We have only an hour to Christmas Eve. I won't find anything proper for her now.”

Steve sighed. “So maybe just tell her the truth? She's gonna understand I bet.”

Bucky looked at his dog. “Boof!” animal barked happily waving its tail. “Hey, you. Yes, you! I wouldn't be so happy if I'd be on your place, mate! Hey, I'm talking to you!” Bucky snarled deeply rolling his eyes while dog got up and rushed briskly to his owner. German shepherd sat in front of the bed and put its head on Bucky's laps.

“C'mon, Champo!” Bucky sighed, but finally he ruffled dog's fur. “Who was a bad boy?” Dog looked at man with his huge eyes.

“Haha, just look at him, Bucky!” Steve smirked and also pated dog's head. “Can those eyes lie?”

Bucky cocked his brows looking at Steve. “Eh. Only this time! Bad boy! Bad doggo!”

Champo wagged his tail happily and barked again.

When gifts were given, Bucky still had his eyes on you.

“Hey! Does everyone have a gift?!” Tony yelled loudly outshouting others. He briefly looked at you and frowned a bit. “Hey! Bucky! You were responsible for dispensation of presents! Where is the one for Y/N?!”

Bucky blushed slightly and desperately glanced at Steve, who only gave him a nod.

You blinked when Bucky approched you. “Y/N, let me explain...” he stuttered a bit.

You lowered your head shrugging. “It's okay, Bucky. I know you had a lot on your shoulders lately. I'm not mad at all. It's okay.”

He slipped his metal palm under your chin and forced you to pick your head up and to look into his eyes. “It's not like that, Y/N. I didn't forget.” Bucky took your face into his hands. "My dog ate your Christmas present."

 You blinked few times. “E... Excuse me?” you enquired. “Just what you've heard” Bucky mumbled quietly. “I left it on my bed. When I came back I found him eating your present.”

You slowly put your hand up covering your mouth.

“Y/N, everything's alright?” man narrowed his brows.

You bursted into laugh. “Oh, God! Bucky!”

As confused as he was at that moment, Bucky tilted his head slightly. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No! Of course not!” you giggled happily. “I just thought you forgot!”

Bucky blushed once again ruffling his hair. “I haven't. This time it was just an unfortunate coincidence.”

You smiled at him brightly stroking his cheek. “My lovely unlucky fellow” you chuckled gaily.

Bucky looked at the rest of Avengers over his shoulder. They were sitting at the long table, drinking and eating and enjoying their presence in that special time of the year. Bucky looked you deep in the eye, then he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him

“B.. Bucky? What are you doing?” you asked nervously looking around. “Someone can spot us!” “I. Don't. Care” he smiled widely at you, then he leant down and kissed you deeply.

“Woooaaah!” Tony rose from his seat, he was glancing at you two. “Can you see this, guys!? Barnes has girlfriend!” he clapped his hands eagerly. The rest of the team was cheering loudly and cheerfully, whistling.

Bucky broke the kiss and pressed his rough lips to your nose. “Taking I don't have any reserve present for ya, so here I am. I'm gonna be your Christmas gift” man whispered into your ear.

You felt like your cheeks were blushing fastly, so you nodded. “Yes, please!” you nuzzled to him purring softly.

Rest of the Christmas dinner went quietly in a wonderful atmosphere.You and Bucky didn't have to hide anymore. Now you were a real couple.

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THE MISTAKE || BUCKY BARNES X READER

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.

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Call me \\ Bucky Barnes x reader drabble

Words: 940

Summary: You met Bucky in the club and you both got along pretty well.

The music was as loud as thunder; it made the cutlery on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens, but much more colorful. Bucky was sitting at the bar sipping on his whiskey and casually looking around. When you stepped in, his gaze fell on you. He checked out your body and bit his lower lip; you were so beautiful, full of grace and young charm that his heart skipped a bit within second.

You took a seat at one of the high bar chairs, you crossed your legs nicely. You ordered a drink with vodka and orange juice and when a bartender handled it to you, you politely thanked taking a sip.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

You cocked your brow turning head around. “Hey.”

Bucky was glancing at you liting his cigarette. “Do I know you? I have a feeling we did meet somewhere.”

You were even more confused then before. “I don’t think so.”

He raised his mouth corner in a wry smile. “Maybe I was wrong,” he smirked, “nevermind. I’m Bucky.”

You nodded slowly sipping on your drink. “Y/N,” you answered. “Nice to meet you, Bucky,” you reached hand toward him. Bucky took it and shook it slightly.

For a while there was a confusing silence between you two. Finally, Bucky has broke these silence.

“What such a beautiful lady is doing up here, completely alone, huh?” He asked, ending his drink and ordering another one. “I just had a rough day,” you were honest. “I just wanted to go out and have some drink or few.” He let out a soft giggle. “Same here, doll. Exactly the same.” You winked at him with a bright smile on your lips. “So, taking we both are here, alone… Would you mind to get along a bit?” Bucky smiled widely nodding. “With a pleasure, Y/N” man said.

You both had few drinks. You were talking about miscellaneous topics enjoying your common presence.

“Hey, let’s dance,” Bucky offered getting up from his chair. “We have to lit the dance floor a bit!” Giggling, you nodded. “Sure.” He offered you his hand and it was when you noticed the metal arm. You hesitated. “Bucky…” you whispered covering your mouth. “Your arm…” “Hush, doll. It’s alright,” he said softly leading you to the dance floor. “But, Bucky!” You were tipsy a bit and you really got terrified about  him. “You’ve been hurt..”

You both got on the dance floor. No one could see the dance floor, it’s wall to wall people dancing to the club music. There was no room for any more but somehow when Bucky and you hit it the space magically came. You were dancing like it was jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as we change sides. You both were all grins, you looked like idiots but you did’t care. “I have never had so much fun while dancing, Y/N!” Bucky smirked at you when you both were dancing together being hugged to each other. When DJ started a new set, you turned around letting Bucky’s hands rest over your hips from behind. He took a hold of them and you both were rocking together. You rolled your hips slowly from side to side and Bucky was so close to you pressing his chest to your back.

At the end of the night the dance floor was like an abused chess board. On it’s black and white squares were spilled drinks and broken glass. You and Bucky stayed until the staff asked you to leave the club.

Giggling and laughing, you got out and were waiting for a taxi to arrive.

Bucky puffed on his cigarette. “You know, Y/N. I’ve never, like really never, had such an amazing time like tonight,” he smiled, having his metal hand wrapped around your waist. You were leaning over him nuzzling to his chest and inhaling his scent. “Me either, baby.”

You glanced briefly at his metal hand. “So? Can you explain me this?” You pointed at his metal limb.

Bucky rolled his eyes laughing. “Sure. Like you wish, doll. I was a soldier. Many years ago. I was on the mission with my team and shit happened,” he let out a sad laugh. “I’ve lost my arm there. But I don’t like to remember that time, ya know?”

You nodded quietly. “Yes, Bucky. I completely understand. But, can I be honest?”

Bucky looked down at you. “Yes. Sure, Y/N.” You smirked. “It suits you. You look wild and alluring.”

Bucky smiled again and leant down kissing you passionately. You blinked but gave kiss back humming happily.

“But will you tell me the whole story…” you started after the kiss, but he only giggled and kissed you again. “One day, maybe.” Bucky ended his cigarette, and when the taxi came, he opened  the door for you. “Thank you for the evening, Y/N.” You got to the car but when you were about to ask him about his number, Bucky closed the door and the driver pressed the gas driving away. “NO, NO, NO!” you screamed but there was no room for the taxi to turn around. You looked back over your shoulder and you saw how Bucky was walking slowly on the opposite way along the street.

A tear ran down your cheek as you already were missing the guy. You reached to the pocket for your wallet and then you narrowed your brows. You pulled a wallet and something else. A little piece of paper. You laughed happily wiping tear away. It was nothing else but his number written there slapdash. And one short sentence. CALL ME, XOXO

A/N: @thepaperpanda - this is for your Colorful Writing Challenge.

Public round || Bucky Barnes x Reader smut

Summary: You were at the restaurant with your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes. He liked to tease you, so he dared you to do some certain things in public. You were not into this idea at the beginning but soon you found out that, in fact, you enjoyed it. And the whole situation could only have ended in the one certain way...

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public sex, dirty talks, cursing, daddy kink

Words: 3296

Authors: Rouge & Beast

"You look beautiful tonight." Bucky clinked your wine glass. "Oh, you really do love me." You giggled softly. "I do, Y/N. I really do." He was telling the truth. For those long months when you both were together, you've learnt how to separate lies from truth if it came to his words. He played a col-hearted man yet he was just a lovely kitten that was in a need of love. "I love you too, Bucky," You said, clinking back. You and Bucky were out for our every once in a while fancy restaurant night.

"Do you love me enough to tell me which panties you're wearing?" He asked, curling lips in a wry smirk as my brows went up a bit.

You looked down at the table. "Buck, shhhh, you're embarrassing me again. Why do you do that?" This restaurant was quieter than most in New York, but there was still enough of a hubbub that no one was going to hear your conversation. "I don't want everyone listening to us." "Come on, there's almost no one here. We're at the early oldster sitting. So. Which ones?" "Oh, okay. The red ones." You were turning a light shade of red yourself. "The ones with all the lace? The super sexy red ones?" He continued. You nodded slightly, turning your face aside to hide the blush. "For me? You wore them for me tonight? Am I going to get lucky later?" Bucky cocked his brows and made himself comfortable in the chair, stretching his back a bit. You nodded again. "What? Tell me." "You know I can't do this in public. Wait until we get home, then I'll tell you, Buck." "Well Y/N, YOU might not get lucky when we get home if I can't hear a little more from you right now." Bucky insisted. You let out a loud sigh. "Yes Bucky," you lowered to almost a whisper. "You're going to get lucky tonight." He could barely hear your voice. "I'm going to fuck your brains out." There was a little pause. "Is that what you have wanted from me?" You crossed arms on your chest, looking him straight in the eye. Bucky smiled, and you smiled back. "Maybe you could give me those panties now so I can tell how lucky I'll be?" He said with a hint of hopefulness. "No, Sir, no FUCKING way." You sounded pretty resolute. And yet, Bucky could saw you shifting around in your seat. It was time for a little shove. "I want your panties. Now." Bucky said in a low voice of his, and that made a cold shiver ran down your spine. You shook your head however.

"You know it turns me on. And that it'll turn you on too." He almost moaned. Your shifting was becoming a little agitated. "Of course, I'd rather see your bottom hugged in by those panties. But, if I can't see that, I could think about it when you hand them over." Bucky was so stubborn. "Stop, please!" You pleaded in a hoarse undertone. "I'll say whatever you want at home. Not here! You know that I am shy!" Bucky just stared at you with a happy smile.

"What? What! You really want this?" You started to get up from the chair, looking slightly disgusted and somewhat defeated. “Okay, Buck! But this is only this time! And never again!” "No. Sit down." Bucky measured your figure with his steel eyes.

You were confused but you obeyed, taking seat slowly.

"Here. Take them off here." He said darkly. Your jaw dropped.

"Now? Here? No. It's too hard, everyone will see." Your head was shaking. “It'll take me a longer time to take them off in the way no one will see..” You mumbled. "I'm a patient man for the woman I love. And her bloomers." Bucky said with a genuine beam in his eyes. "I can't believe you're asking me to do this." You were mumbling as your hips were rocking back and forth. "And that I'm actually doing it!" You stopped for a second. "God," you exhaled, "I... My... I'm already soaked... You creep!" But you smiled at him. It was clear that you'd gotten them down past your ankles and over your heels as you were handing them off to Bucky under the table. "Y/N!" Bucky shook his head. "I want to see them." "I can't... Not here... Oh, I'm gonna kill you when we'll get back home!" You'd bunched up the red lace and pushed it across the table. Bucky opened them up in front of him before he grabbed them up and inhaled hem across his face. "I can't wait to get my mouth down there. Can you?" Bucky said as you blushed profoundly. "You didn't do that, did you Buck?" You were staring at him in disbelief, the blush on your cheeks was visible. "In fact, maybe you could get up and show your perfect butt to me when you walk away to the ladies? And take off your bra for me too and bring it back. Is it red too?" Bucky was encouraging you. "Really? You're kidding, right?" Your whisper was hoarse again. "That's why you'll look so good." He sweet talked. "I... But... People will look..." You rolled your eyes. "And people will only see a gorgeous woman that turns their heads." Bucky shrugged his arms with his eyes still on you. "Are you sure? I mean, I want you to be turned on and happy with me...” You blushed harder, you felt how your heart was skipping a beat. "I'm already turned on. I want YOU to be turned on." Bucky smirked. You twinkled slightly and murmured. "You know you can make me horny with just your leer, but we're in the middle of so many people." That was an exaggeration, but you certainly were in a public place. "Everything will show. My nipples are so hard, they'll stick out a mile and everyone will see..." You trailed off as you started to get up. "All right, Buck. All right." But he could see you were smiling again. You were enjoying the shove. The waiters were just delivering your meals when you were walking back with your right hand trying, and failing, to contain all the material from clutching your bra. You quickly sat down as the waiters were departing. "Here!" You said as you thrusted your hand across the table and deposited the goods. "God, the material keeps rubbing, I feel like I could come right away." You went pink. "Don't do that to me, Bucky!" You giggled like a teenager, and then quickly covered your mouth with a hand. Bucky'd spread your bra out.

"Put that away right now." You said with a strong voice. Seeing Bucky like this, with your bra in his hands, in public, it made you turned on yet frustrated a bit. "I am mortified! Why do you like doing this to me? It doesn't really arouse me as much as you think it does." You added. "Oh, really? You know, when you were walking towards the ladies, I was fixated on the wet spot on the back of your dress." Bucky smirked proudly and slowly licked his lips. "What?! I had a spot?! Do you think anyone else noticed?!" Now the pink turned almost dark red. "I don't understand how you do this to me." You looked annoyed. "Can we eat? Please." It was delicious, as usual. You were quiet but not in any kind of bad way. Just subdued, like you were thinking about something, maybe what you were going to do later. After you ordered dessert and coffee, you looked over at Bucky. "I feel like I'm naked and all the people are staring at my tits." You sighed. Whenever you used the word "tits", he knew foreplay had started. "What do you mean?" "I don't know.." You quieted a little. "It tingles in my clit..."  You were quieter still. "I feel my pussy leak a little more. I'm scared if I get up there'll be a puddle." You exhaled. "You like the sensations, right?" Bucky said in just as low a voice. "You can take it, can't you?" "Yes, I can take it! But I just want you to take me! But we can't until we leave. Do we have to have a dessert? I really need you to plow me." You bit your lower lip, throwing him an eager glance. Bucky only liked his lips as he stared at you. "Oh, Buck, stop. Really. You're torturing me..." You were breathing heavier. "You could stop it right now. Just reach under your dress." He smirked again. "No!" The blushed hit your cheeks hardly. "You'll like it. You'll not only get relief but it'll get you ready for the main event."

"No.... No... I fell for that once before. But no matter how hot am I, I am not going to make myself come in public again." You whispered clearly. Once when you were dating, Bucky'd convinced you to rub yourself to orgasm on a park bench. When you both got back to his apartment, you fucked for five hours, on every piece of furniture, on the floor, in the shower. You must have came many times... "Then tell me. You can guess what I'm going to do to you when we get home. Tell me what YOU'RE going to do to ME." Bucky reached to his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, he lit one up and inhaled the smoke while watching you carefully. "Hmmm, all right, I can do that. Let me think." Your eyes looked up at the ceiling for a second, before they found his again. "I'm going keep my clothes on. But you're not. Instead of my stripping for you, tonight you're going to stand in front on me while I'm prim and proper on the couch..." "Prim and proper without a bra or panties under your chic clothes, leaking all over the place." Bucky giggled wryly, he again licked on his bottom lip. “But yeah. Go on, doll.” "Shut up, you brat. It's my turn." You started again. "You're going to do what I say, and button by button you'll open your shirt for me so I can see that muscular chest of yours, and your bionic arm. You'll take off your shoes and socks, unbuckle your belt, unbutton your pants." You closed your eyes for a second, getting into your thoughts. "And pull them down?" Bucky asked as he exhaled the smoke. He moved in his chair, crossing legs nicely. "Be quiet or I'm going to stop." You gave him angry gaze. "You've got the floor mistress." Bucky smiled. "Good. Back to what I want. You'll pull your cock out from the slit in your underwear and zipper, it'll be difficult because it's already as hard as a rock." You smirked darkly, leaning your back against the chair. Bucky nodded vigorously as he did same. "Yes, a total stiffy. And it'll stick out of your pants, straight up with that vain beneath that it has. It looks so dirty. It's so ridiculous that I have to grab it and put it down my throat." Your voice was soft yet delightful. Your story was getting intense. "Your cock always tastes so good to me. I just love having my lips around the tip, getting my red lipstick all over it and then cleaning it off."

Bucky saw your arm moved a little deeper under the table. "Keep your shirt on, but take your pants off. I want to see you balls too." You sighed lovely. He was a little bewildered.

"Now? Here?" Bucky was starting to sound like you several minutes ago. "Yes. Here." You smiled as you rolled your eyes. "No silly. At home." You gave him another smile. "I want to see your balls hanging down under your shirt tales. For some reason that's really sexy to me. With your dick standing straight up so I lick you all over, suck you, play with your balls, all at the same time." Your arm was going back and forth a little. You seemed to lost inhibitions about being out in the restaurant. "I love it when I soak your cock with my mouth, it feels so good. But I want even slicker, so I take you cock out of my mouth and spit on it. Few times..” With closed eyes that you was having, you ran the tip of your tongue around your lips. “I'm rubbing up and down, making you shudder in my hands, massaging it just up to the point where you're going to spurt... But I stop then." "Oh fuck, don't. I'm about to explode out in public myself." Bucky was barely breathing at this moment. "Don't you dare, there's more to come." You opened your eyes to wink at him. "As I'm rubbing your shaft I start getting a feeling I haven't had in a long time. I slowly stand up  shimmying up my skirt. Can you imagine that?" Bucky's mouth was dry at this point. He only nodded.

"I just pull you by your hand and force you to sit down on the couch. And when you sit there, I slowly stradle you and my wet, dripping pussy slowly sucks your cock in..." You continued with a dirty smirk.

"Doll. Fuck." Bucky gasped.

You could saw how he moved his bionic arm under the table, you smiled even wider at that view.

"Huh? Something's wrong, darling?" Now it's your turn to tease him, and you've just found yourself enjoying this.

He didn't say a word.

Bucky simply got up from his seat and grabbed you by your wrist.

"C'mon, doll. Don't make me wait or I'll go crazy." It's more like an order than ask but you nodded as you got up, too.

Smirk was dancing on your lips as you followed Bucky. You stopped paying attention to the wetness that was dripping down your legs.

He led you to the nearest restroom. Bucky briefly looked at the sign that was saying "LADIES", and he opened the door, pulling you in.

"Buck, it's ladies..." You couldn't help but giggle.

He didn't respond. Bucky pulled you into one of the cabin, and he locked it from inside.

Bucky pulled your dress up along your thighs, exposing your dripping clit.

He simply went down on his knees and picked your one leg up, resting it over his shoulder.

Bucky rushed straight to your clit, he closed his full lips on your pussy, slowly sucking on your folds.

"Oh, fuck..." You whimpered quietly, looking down at him. "Yea.. Just like that... Just like fucking that.." You closed your eyes and you rolled your head back, resting it against the wall of the cabinet.

He buried his bearded face into your core, Bucky's tongue was slowly moving up and down your folds, teasing them with the tip.

You saw how he licked his metal fingers between he slipped them into your pussy without warning. They stretched your tight clit hardly, and made you let a loud moan mixed with a whimper.

"Fuck.. My pussy is so fucking tight, daddy." You slipped hand into Bucky's hair to pull his face back to your pussy. "Lick this dripping cunt, daddy. I wanna feel your tongue down there."

Bucky smirked as he slowly swirled his tongue over your clit.

"You like it, don't ya, doll? You love to have your pussy eaten, don't ya, Y/N?"

You only managed to nod as you tugged on his hair.

"Suck it, please, daddy." Your moans were loud and melodic.

Bucky started to suck on your folds, still fucking your pussy with his metal fingers, making a lot of wet noises while doing so.

"Yeah, fuck..." You pulled your breasts out of your dress and pinched your nipples, massaging your boobs at the same time.

Bucky looked up at you and he giggled a bit, sending vibes to your core.

After few longer moments, Bucky got up and pinned you to the wall. He rushed his hands to the belt and undone it.

You couldn't stop yourself from helping him, so you unzipped his fly and slipped your hand in his pants, pulling his dick out.

You licked your lips as you looked down on his cock.

"Hard as fucking rock. I love it, daddy."

Bucky only smirked as he pinned you to the wall again, he picked your leg up to wrap it around his hip as he pushed himself into your slick core.

You gasped and moaned his name straight into his ear.

"Oh, Bucky!"

Bucky was kissing wherever he could reach. He closed his mouth on your hard nipples few times while pounding in your cunt with a fiercely pace.

His shaft was slipping out of tour pussy slowly to get back roughly as he pushed forward.

With one hand on your boobs and one on your hip, Bucky was fucking your brain out.

Suddenly you both heard how few girls, probably three or four, got into the restroom, giggling and talking about some teenager's shit.

Bucky slipped out of your cunt and forced you to turn around. He pinned your front to the wall of the cabin, at the same time forcing you to stick out your bun.

You obeyed eagerly and you let out a whimper as you felt like Bucky's cock was stretching your pussy again, this time from behind.

Luckily, girls didn't hear you, they were too focused on gossiping.

Bucky's metal hand was moved to your mouth, covering it.

You bit inside of your cheek, the pleasure was unbearable. You wanted to scream to whom you've  belonged to.

Bucky placed his other hand on your hip to control the speed of his thrusts.

He was going in and out, in and out, his pace was getting rougher and rougher. His cock was sinking into your core easily, and he felt how your walls were clenching around him. That meant you were nearing your orgasm.

When the girls left the restroom, Bucky moved his hand off of yoir mouth. You used the moment to started moaning.

"Daddy, fuck! I wanna you to cum in that fucking tight cunt, daddy! I wanna feel your fucking cum in me!" You moaned eagerly, you felt how your legs were shaking.

Bucky placed his mental hand on your other hip and he increased the pace, fucking your pussy with his hard cock as fast as he only was able to.

"Fuck... Fuck.." He was grunting deeply, and in the end, he cum deep inside of you, shooting his load into your core.

You gasped for the air and you slipped your hand between your thighs to rub your clitoris and to slip two of your fingers into your pussy, along with his cock.

"Yea, fuck, I cum, daddy..." You groaned lazily, turning your head to his.

Bucky leant down to you and crushed his lips on yours.

He tasted wonderful.

When he slipped his cock out of your clit, you turned around to him, improving your outfit.

You took a hold of his yet hard cock and you gave his shaft few long strokes.

Bucky closed his eyes, enjoying additional pleasure as you were spreading your mixed cums along his length.

You got on your tiptoes and kissed him at the same time.

You smirked after few moments, when you stopped playing with his cock.

Bucky slipped his dick back into his jeans and he buckled the belt.

When you both got out of the restroom, he looked at you.

"We gotta do this more often, Y/N."

You only smiled.

You already had another scenario in your head.

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