Doctor Bruce Banner

 Scientist, madman, smasher disaster, peace-keeper, ground-breaker, soft-spoken yet with a ferocity to protect those who need protecting.  -indie Bruce banner- -semi-selective- -MCU, -616- -asks welcome-

[bxnnxrxd]

Mun and Rules Post!

Hello, my name is Castor and I am transmasc/enby. My pronouns are he/they.

I had a very elaborate fancy blog which you can still access but I run things mostly from mobile now, which is why I felt the need to write this updated information.

This is a semi-selective, independent Doctor Robert Bruce Banner/Hulk blog. I have multiple verses and timelines, some based off MCU, some based off Earth 616, and alternate Earths from the Marvel comics. Also, I have a lot of AUs, and am always open for more. This is the oldest Bruce Banner RP blog on tumblr, that is still consistent.

Mun has over 25 years of RP experience. Mun is neurodivergent. Basic rules apply as does any blog. No god modding, etc. I do not own any rights to these characters and have no connection to Marvel personally.

I hate that I have to add this, but as stated I am neurodivergent. Due to a recent incident of someone on tumblr, I’m adding this to my information. I never bug anyone for threads, I hate when it’s done to me. But I like to say hi and check in on people. Now, if I say anything or do anything that might have offended you, rather than blocking me outright I’d appreciate you being an adult and telling me the issue. If you just block, I’ll never know what exactly happened that maybe I can take into advisement for future behavior and conversations. Recently, I’ve become more afraid to talk to muns, afraid my divergence is bothering people, afraid I’m a terrible person. I went down a bad spiral because of what happened. So please be mindful I am neurodivergent. Let me know if I’m annoying or coming off a certain way, and maybe I can fix it. ^^

This blog will contain many NSFW prompts. I do not put anything under read more. I try to tag nsfw if I remember. There will be no trigger warnings. This blog will contain things like self harm, alcoholism, severe depression, and suicide. As far as smut I will not write any that is not of age. Bruce is pansexual and demisexual.

Shipping: I like to ship chemistry but everyone has their favorites. Mine are in no particular order: Tony Stark/Bruce Banner. James Bucky Barnes/Bruce Banner. Howard Stark/Bruce Banner. Steve Rogers/Bruce Banner. Thor/Bruce Banner. Doctor Strange/Bruce Banner. Emil Blonsky/Bruce Banner. Loki/Bruce Banner. Yondu/Bruce. Betty Ross and Caiera should be a given. These are just off the top of my head, as I welcome Chemistry ships. I will not ship Bruce/Natasha. In my opinion it wasn’t believable and was Joss Whedon’s fan fiction come to life. My Bruce blames Nat for Ragnarok, and he knows she’s been a liar and a manipulative person since day one. You throw your Nat at me in a sexual way, you will be blocked.

I also welcome non ships, like platonic friendships, and even children, adopted children, family although it depends on who.

I do like writing open starters, I’m always reblogging memes, and feel free to attack both my inbox with messages and maybe a few words to just RP and plot. If you end up reblogging a starter and I miss it feel free to let me know! And with that, flood my inbox with goodies!

I also have a Phil Coulson blog @iwatchedyouwhileyouslept , and I have an Israel “Izzy” Hands blog from Our Flag Means Death @izzyeffinhands as well as my new blog, which is a multi-muse blog for Black Sails @fornassau .

*NEW* @talostheuntamed for Talos from Marvel.

[izzyeffinhands]

Izzy had to laugh at his comment about the simple key being the greatest gift. He’d given him his mother’s ring too, but this was extremely romantic and spontaneous of him. His face was nothing but warmth as he reached up and rubbed away his many tears with his thumbs. He held his face as he received all of the frantic and appreciative kisses, smiling the whole while.

“ Every once in a while I get a good thought. “ He teased with a wink. He took one of his hands in his. “ My heart has been yours for quite some time now. You always do a good job of keeping it safe. “ He kissed his knuckles softly. Stede was such a crier. He was always so emotional, especially when he was happy. There was nothing wrong with that though.

“ Oh can I? “ He smirked, suddenly grabbing his waist, leaning in to nuzzle his nose to his. “ If it’s anything like your library, I’m sure it’s filled to the brim with filth. “ Which he’d enjoyed several times over, so he was sure he’d love any juicy diary pages he might have to share.

[avastyetwats]

"Well, the most beautiful gift aside from this one, of course." Stede held up his left hand where Izzy's mother's ring remained securely on his finger, but he figured that was a given and honestly, every time Izzy gave him a romantic gift, it became one of his favorites. And he always cried. Because he was just that emotional and sentimental of a person and it truly meant so much to him that he was still loved despite that. His entire life, it was considered a weakness. A flaw. Something to laugh at and ridicule, but Izzy... he loved that about him. He loved how emotional and sentimental and romantic he was. He didn't mind how clingy and attached he could be or how loving and affectionate. He just... loved Stede for who and how he was and to be quite honest, Izzy was the first person to truly love him like that. Once upon a time, he thought Edward was, but... he was wrong. Things didn't work out quite the way Stede thought or wanted and it had been for the best. Because the true love of his life was standing right here in front of him.

"Well, it's safely locked behind these beauties and I am quite protective of them." Stede groped his luscious tits just then with a beaming smile. Protective and possessive. They were his to touch and kiss and lick and suckle on and he was the luckiest man on earth because of that. "But I promise to always keep it safe. I would kill for you, Israel." He has killed for him. Ricky being one of the them. Because of everything he had done. Because he tried to kill Izzy, because he almost did and he gloated about it, thinking he actually succeeded in doing so. Aside from that, Stede wouldn't tolerate any slander when it came to his Izzy. Just as Izzy wouldn't tolerate any of it directed at him, either. They were fiercely protective of one another and both men made it known that they would both kill and die for each other. But gods, Stede hoped it would never come to the ladder. The thought of ever being without Izzy, it... it pained him. Greatly. Broke him. Shattered him. The mere thought had him moving in closer, desperate for his embrace. For his touch.

So when he nuzzled his nose, Stede smiled and hummed happily. "Mhm, I've plenty of them!" Several, in fact. And then he was blushing. "Some... pages are quite filthy, yes. I... I write about you a lot... and about us and... and sometimes I make myself horny because of it and," he cleared his throat. "Well, let's just say the mess I made in your journal that one day wasn't the first..." A few of his own pages were stuck together and he was becoming a little horny just thinking about it so he dropped his face into Izzy's neck and breathed in deep, trying to calm himself. Perhaps a change in subject... "What will you write about first?"

[izzyeffinhands]

Izzy has smiled bright when he mentioned the ring and how precious it was to him. It was his most prized possession, and he bequeathed it to Stede to keep safe forever. It was a big moment in their lives, with his proposal he gave Stede all of his trust and love to keep his mother’s ring safe.

He laughed when he groped him. Izzy would never tire of that — well. If he was trying to do something important and he was being groped, sometimes that drove him crazy, but otherwise he loved when he touched him like that. “ You did kill for me. “ He said confidently, sexily, leaning into for a firm kiss. He’d never bern so proud or so scared for Stede in his life when he killed Ricky. He almost lost it, and he had the scars to prove it.

Listening to him talk about his journal, he grinned like an idiot. “ I mean.. “ He cradled the head at his shoulder, fingers curling in the blonde hair. “ You do have a way with words, Stede.. “ A sultry growl. “ Gets me going every time. “ Which was true. Stede had such an eloquent, filthy mouth and Izzy adored it. “ Hmm.. I’ll write about how you got me the journal.. and how we fucked for the rest of the night. “ He was predicting the future!

[avastyetwats]

The laugh had Stede beaming and he gave them another gentle little squeeze in hopes to elicit that beautiful sound again. Used to, The Captain had little to no self control. He would sometimes inappropriately touch him during inappropriate moments, but he’s gotten a lot better about it and now, it was more just wanting to be close to him. Wanting physical interaction and affection, not necessarily sexual. Holding hands, hanging on his arm, hugging him from behind, etc. Stede was always touching him in some way, but that’s what happened when you went years and years being abused and bullied, with barely, if any at all, any love or affection, to finally having it. Every single day. You held on. Tight. You loved in return with everything you had and that’s exactly what Stede did. Though he used to worry if he was loving too much or too hard, but Izzy always reassured him it was never too much.

Izzy knew him. He understood him. More than anyone else ever did and ever would.

“Yeah, mm…” He moaned against his lips when Izzy kissed him a little firmer this time. “And I would again. I won’t let anyone hurt you like that again, Izzy… if I can help it. I… won’t lose you. I refuse to let anyone take you from me.” He wasn’t as good at fighting as Izzy, but damn, was he better than he used to be. And when in the moment, when it was happening, he was truly a force to be reckoned with. Anytime anyone hurt Izzy, or said a cruel word about him, Stede Bonnet saw red. And depending on the situation he’d either counter with actions or words. Because even his words could inflict damage. “You’ve killed for me, too..” He murmured against his lips with another little moan as he kissed him again, feeling aroused at the thought of Izzy killing for him. At the thought of him hurting anyone because they hurt him. This is what true love was. Stede Bonnet and Israel Hands.

He rested his head on his shoulder and hummed when his fingers started combing through his hair, now starting to purr like the cuddly cat he was, even nuzzling his shoulder while his arms tightened around him. Then came the praise, making him blush. "Every time? Even when I talk about impregnating you? Or breeding you over and over again," He wasn't even trying to turn him on, he was simply giving examples, wondering what Izzy liked most. But then came his answer about the journal and he giggled. "But Izzy, how can you write about something that hasn't--" Then it hit him. "Oh! O-oh, yes... yes, I see! You're saying we're going to fuck all night and you're going to write about it!" Oh, he was giddy now. And horny. "Let the all night fuckery commence!"

[bxnnxrxd]

Izzy couldn’t imagine what might happen to Stede if he died. He was so dependent on him. They were dependent about each other. He imagined if he was honest, Stede’s breakdown would make Ed’s look tame. But he had no intention of dying anytime soon. Not yet.

He’d moaned softly at just his words. He really did get going every time he let loose, let him have it. They both had a fetish about impregnation, loved being filled to the brim. He got hot just listening to him, and he wanted to show him just how grateful he was. He had to pause though and grin as Stede figured out what he meant. He laughed, beamed even as it hit him and he proclaimed the start to their fuckery.

Izzy buried his head into his throat, suckling, nipping at all those sensitive spots he knew his husband loved. Hands found his tits, groping the front of him mercilessly above his shirt. He growled in his ear. “ Why don’t you breed your husband right now.. let’s make a baby, Stede Bonnet. “

[strxgxi]

Independent multi-muse roleplay blog for characters from The Strain and Interview With the Vampire. Rules and muses are in the link. <3

Mun’s name is Castor, but I will answer to Tori as well. I am transmasc and my pronouns are he/they. I’m pushing 40 and have written for wel

[emptyjunior]

Like not to get emotional about Bruce Banner but the name hulk meaning the empty husk of an old ship? His body is an abandoned vessel that he's cursed to still captain? There is a sickness and anger inside him that should kill him but at this point it's the only thing keeping him safe and alive, okay??!

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

“Well, at least those bruises will wash off,” he said softly, still stroking the beautiful scarf around his neck. He leaned back on the bed again for a moment. “How long until we need to make me up and meet my husband?” He asked after a few moments of just watching the older man.

[bxnnxrxd]

“ Ship’s on the move to the rendezvous point in the cove. Then we’ll take a dingy and go ashore. Few hours yet as we make our way to the coast. “ The pirate watched as he was being watched and noticed his own eyes might have lingered a bit too long. Yes, Bruce could openly have affairs on the sea and not worry about retaliation. He was wild and free, but he was choosy.

“ Didn’t even think about it, but are you hungry? You haven’t eaten since whenever it was you ate last before I took you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven listened to him and watched him with something akin to awe as the pirate spoke of traveling and then where he would like to travel to as well. He gathered up a bit of bravery before asking his question.

“Maybe… if you attempted to sail there… I could go with you?”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce was in a bit of a daze as he thought and dreamed. He’d already been to so many places, but in reality this was just running. He didn’t have a home anymore. He hadn’t for many years now, and instead had worked his way to being captain. So he almost went blank for a moment, until he heard his question.

Now he was just smirking a bit, turning to look over at him. “ Mm, and you were so petrified of me just last night. Now you want to join me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven raised a brow. “To be fair, you stuck a pistol in my mouth and threatened to blow my head off and your men were leering at me and you told me you would kill me if my husband refused to pay you.”

[bxnnxrxd]

As if it was a completely normal reaction to that statement, Bruce started to laugh. “ Oh those were good times. “ This man was legitimately crazy. “ And now you’ve changed your mind about me? You flinched when I even reached out for you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven rolled his eyes but then sobered up a bit. “I’m used to being hit,” he said quietly. “Flinching is a normal response for me to anyone raising their hand near me.”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce went quiet at that. He wasn’t going to apologize for a damn thing he’d done to him. It’s just.. obviously he didn’t approve of the wretched abuse that was happening to him. “ I think it’s high time for you to start hitting back. And not in the gentlemanly way, but the dirty, sneaky, underhanded way of a pirate. “

He turned to look at him again. “ I am curious. What’s made you change your mind about me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven was quiet for a few moments before he slowly looked up at Bruce. “You have threatened me and you have scared me, but you’ve not hit me. You’ve done nothing to abuse me. You slept beside me last night and never once touched me inappropriately. You are more of a gentleman as a pirate than my husband is in his own manner. I find that you’re more honest as well, which means, even if I am scared of you, I can at least trust you to keep your word.”

[bxnnxrxd]

The pirate had to blink a bit when he called him a gentleman. The life of a gentleman had been abandoned so long ago that he’d almost forgotten what that life was like. From his speech alone it was obvious he was educated and not just every pirate would have a cabin filled with scientific treasures. “ Your husband is a brute. I’ve known too many of those. I know them even now. I feel sorry for you. “

Probably strange for a pirate to say, pushing himself up to a stand to cross the room. He’d had a sudden thought. He went to a tall tacked down cabinet and dug inside a bit at the bottom before returning to him at the bed and sitting. In his hands was a silk scarf, a soft blue that he’d had; pillaged from a raid and meant to sell it but he hadn’t. Now here it was, and without so much as an incling as to why, Bruce was giving it to him. “ For you. It might help you hide the marks on your neck. “ But really, it was just a gift and that was an excuse to mask over any other intention. “ Best quality of silk a man can get his hands on. Take it. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

He didn’t want this man’s pity but he bit back that response, simply nodding and lowering his gaze. He looked up a moment later when Bruce got up and moved over to a warm drone of sorts.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but seeing the man come back with the beautiful blue silk scarf wasn’t it. He looked up as Bruce spoke and then took the offered gift.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “It’s beautiful. No one’s ever given me something this beautiful.”

[bxnnxrxd]

The pirate furrowed his brows. “ I’d expect someone gave you something more beautiful. Surely your arse of a husband at some point? “ He watched him for long moments, but then took the scarf again and gently wrapped it around his neck, leaning back to get a good look.

“ Matches your eyes. I obtained it from raiding a trading and slaving ship. I set the slaves free, slaughtered all the men but one. The Mammoth and her captain give no quarter to such fiends. “ That said so much about Bruce. He had punished men involved in a horrendous act, and being white himself it might have been a surprise. But Bruce abhorred slavery.

“ Found this along with many other a pretty thing in the hold. Brought the now freed men to a colony in the the Caribbean. Sold some of my goods, but this was one of those things I decided to keep for some strange reason. “ He lifted his eyes. “ Perhaps it was destined to find you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

“Nothing like this,” Steven answered, fingers brushing along the silk scarf. He looked up as Bruce spoke again. He listened attentively, to tone and clarity of words and dialect. This pirate… this man… was not what he’d expected of a pirate, given waht his husband had often said of them. The respect that was slowly building within him for Bruce rose even more as he detailed how he’d set slaves free and returned them to a colony in the Caribbean. He’d often heard of the Caribbean… with its blue waters and white beaches…

A slight blush crept up from his neck into his cheeks as Bruce said the scarf was destined to find him. Blue eyes rose to meet Bruce’s steadily.

“Or maybe you were,” he offered quietly.

[bxnnxrxd]

Didn’t he look sweet when he blushed? Oh god, he really needed to keep him from his men and have him protected. Respect only got you so far and he knew that, but fear got you a lot farther. “ Maybe you’re right. “ But then the pirate cleared his throat in order to readjust his mind. He was really starting to like him and that was a weakness. It could be dangerous. Plus pining over him wasn’t going to get a damn thing done.

“ Sort of a shame we’re going to put fake bruises on your pretty face. “ Damnit, Bruce. Pull yourself together.

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven listened to him and watched him with something akin to awe as the pirate spoke of traveling and then where he would like to travel to as well. He gathered up a bit of bravery before asking his question.

“Maybe… if you attempted to sail there… I could go with you?”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce was in a bit of a daze as he thought and dreamed. He’d already been to so many places, but in reality this was just running. He didn’t have a home anymore. He hadn’t for many years now, and instead had worked his way to being captain. So he almost went blank for a moment, until he heard his question.

Now he was just smirking a bit, turning to look over at him. “ Mm, and you were so petrified of me just last night. Now you want to join me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven raised a brow. “To be fair, you stuck a pistol in my mouth and threatened to blow my head off and your men were leering at me and you told me you would kill me if my husband refused to pay you.”

[bxnnxrxd]

As if it was a completely normal reaction to that statement, Bruce started to laugh. “ Oh those were good times. “ This man was legitimately crazy. “ And now you’ve changed your mind about me? You flinched when I even reached out for you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven rolled his eyes but then sobered up a bit. “I’m used to being hit,” he said quietly. “Flinching is a normal response for me to anyone raising their hand near me.”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce went quiet at that. He wasn’t going to apologize for a damn thing he’d done to him. It’s just.. obviously he didn’t approve of the wretched abuse that was happening to him. “ I think it’s high time for you to start hitting back. And not in the gentlemanly way, but the dirty, sneaky, underhanded way of a pirate. “

He turned to look at him again. “ I am curious. What’s made you change your mind about me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven was quiet for a few moments before he slowly looked up at Bruce. “You have threatened me and you have scared me, but you’ve not hit me. You’ve done nothing to abuse me. You slept beside me last night and never once touched me inappropriately. You are more of a gentleman as a pirate than my husband is in his own manner. I find that you’re more honest as well, which means, even if I am scared of you, I can at least trust you to keep your word.”

[bxnnxrxd]

The pirate had to blink a bit when he called him a gentleman. The life of a gentleman had been abandoned so long ago that he’d almost forgotten what that life was like. From his speech alone it was obvious he was educated and not just every pirate would have a cabin filled with scientific treasures. “ Your husband is a brute. I’ve known too many of those. I know them even now. I feel sorry for you. “

Probably strange for a pirate to say, pushing himself up to a stand to cross the room. He’d had a sudden thought. He went to a tall tacked down cabinet and dug inside a bit at the bottom before returning to him at the bed and sitting. In his hands was a silk scarf, a soft blue that he’d had; pillaged from a raid and meant to sell it but he hadn’t. Now here it was, and without so much as an incling as to why, Bruce was giving it to him. “ For you. It might help you hide the marks on your neck. “ But really, it was just a gift and that was an excuse to mask over any other intention. “ Best quality of silk a man can get his hands on. Take it. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

He didn’t want this man’s pity but he bit back that response, simply nodding and lowering his gaze. He looked up a moment later when Bruce got up and moved over to a warm drone of sorts.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but seeing the man come back with the beautiful blue silk scarf wasn’t it. He looked up as Bruce spoke and then took the offered gift.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “It’s beautiful. No one’s ever given me something this beautiful.”

[bxnnxrxd]

The pirate furrowed his brows. “ I’d expect someone gave you something more beautiful. Surely your arse of a husband at some point? “ He watched him for long moments, but then took the scarf again and gently wrapped it around his neck, leaning back to get a good look.

“ Matches your eyes. I obtained it from raiding a trading and slaving ship. I set the slaves free, slaughtered all the men but one. The Mammoth and her captain give no quarter to such fiends. “ That said so much about Bruce. He had punished men involved in a horrendous act, and being white himself it might have been a surprise. But Bruce abhorred slavery.

“ Found this along with many other a pretty thing in the hold. Brought the now freed men to a colony in the the Caribbean. Sold some of my goods, but this was one of those things I decided to keep for some strange reason. “ He lifted his eyes. “ Perhaps it was destined to find you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven listened to him and watched him with something akin to awe as the pirate spoke of traveling and then where he would like to travel to as well. He gathered up a bit of bravery before asking his question.

“Maybe… if you attempted to sail there… I could go with you?”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce was in a bit of a daze as he thought and dreamed. He’d already been to so many places, but in reality this was just running. He didn’t have a home anymore. He hadn’t for many years now, and instead had worked his way to being captain. So he almost went blank for a moment, until he heard his question.

Now he was just smirking a bit, turning to look over at him. “ Mm, and you were so petrified of me just last night. Now you want to join me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven raised a brow. “To be fair, you stuck a pistol in my mouth and threatened to blow my head off and your men were leering at me and you told me you would kill me if my husband refused to pay you.”

[bxnnxrxd]

As if it was a completely normal reaction to that statement, Bruce started to laugh. “ Oh those were good times. “ This man was legitimately crazy. “ And now you’ve changed your mind about me? You flinched when I even reached out for you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven rolled his eyes but then sobered up a bit. “I’m used to being hit,” he said quietly. “Flinching is a normal response for me to anyone raising their hand near me.”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce went quiet at that. He wasn’t going to apologize for a damn thing he’d done to him. It’s just.. obviously he didn’t approve of the wretched abuse that was happening to him. “ I think it’s high time for you to start hitting back. And not in the gentlemanly way, but the dirty, sneaky, underhanded way of a pirate. “

He turned to look at him again. “ I am curious. What’s made you change your mind about me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven was quiet for a few moments before he slowly looked up at Bruce. “You have threatened me and you have scared me, but you’ve not hit me. You’ve done nothing to abuse me. You slept beside me last night and never once touched me inappropriately. You are more of a gentleman as a pirate than my husband is in his own manner. I find that you’re more honest as well, which means, even if I am scared of you, I can at least trust you to keep your word.”

[bxnnxrxd]

The pirate had to blink a bit when he called him a gentleman. The life of a gentleman had been abandoned so long ago that he’d almost forgotten what that life was like. From his speech alone it was obvious he was educated and not just every pirate would have a cabin filled with scientific treasures. “ Your husband is a brute. I’ve known too many of those. I know them even now. I feel sorry for you. “

Probably strange for a pirate to say, pushing himself up to a stand to cross the room. He’d had a sudden thought. He went to a tall tacked down cabinet and dug inside a bit at the bottom before returning to him at the bed and sitting. In his hands was a silk scarf, a soft blue that he’d had; pillaged from a raid and meant to sell it but he hadn’t. Now here it was, and without so much as an incling as to why, Bruce was giving it to him. “ For you. It might help you hide the marks on your neck. “ But really, it was just a gift and that was an excuse to mask over any other intention. “ Best quality of silk a man can get his hands on. Take it. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven listened to him and watched him with something akin to awe as the pirate spoke of traveling and then where he would like to travel to as well. He gathered up a bit of bravery before asking his question.

“Maybe… if you attempted to sail there… I could go with you?”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce was in a bit of a daze as he thought and dreamed. He’d already been to so many places, but in reality this was just running. He didn’t have a home anymore. He hadn’t for many years now, and instead had worked his way to being captain. So he almost went blank for a moment, until he heard his question.

Now he was just smirking a bit, turning to look over at him. “ Mm, and you were so petrified of me just last night. Now you want to join me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven raised a brow. “To be fair, you stuck a pistol in my mouth and threatened to blow my head off and your men were leering at me and you told me you would kill me if my husband refused to pay you.”

[bxnnxrxd]

As if it was a completely normal reaction to that statement, Bruce started to laugh. “ Oh those were good times. “ This man was legitimately crazy. “ And now you’ve changed your mind about me? You flinched when I even reached out for you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven rolled his eyes but then sobered up a bit. “I’m used to being hit,” he said quietly. “Flinching is a normal response for me to anyone raising their hand near me.”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce went quiet at that. He wasn’t going to apologize for a damn thing he’d done to him. It’s just.. obviously he didn’t approve of the wretched abuse that was happening to him. “ I think it’s high time for you to start hitting back. And not in the gentlemanly way, but the dirty, sneaky, underhanded way of a pirate. “

He turned to look at him again. “ I am curious. What’s made you change your mind about me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven listened to him and watched him with something akin to awe as the pirate spoke of traveling and then where he would like to travel to as well. He gathered up a bit of bravery before asking his question.

“Maybe… if you attempted to sail there… I could go with you?”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce was in a bit of a daze as he thought and dreamed. He’d already been to so many places, but in reality this was just running. He didn’t have a home anymore. He hadn’t for many years now, and instead had worked his way to being captain. So he almost went blank for a moment, until he heard his question.

Now he was just smirking a bit, turning to look over at him. “ Mm, and you were so petrified of me just last night. Now you want to join me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven raised a brow. “To be fair, you stuck a pistol in my mouth and threatened to blow my head off and your men were leering at me and you told me you would kill me if my husband refused to pay you.”

[bxnnxrxd]

As if it was a completely normal reaction to that statement, Bruce started to laugh. “ Oh those were good times. “ This man was legitimately crazy. “ And now you’ve changed your mind about me? You flinched when I even reached out for you. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven listened to him and watched him with something akin to awe as the pirate spoke of traveling and then where he would like to travel to as well. He gathered up a bit of bravery before asking his question.

“Maybe… if you attempted to sail there… I could go with you?”

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce was in a bit of a daze as he thought and dreamed. He’d already been to so many places, but in reality this was just running. He didn’t have a home anymore. He hadn’t for many years now, and instead had worked his way to being captain. So he almost went blank for a moment, until he heard his question.

Now he was just smirking a bit, turning to look over at him. “ Mm, and you were so petrified of me just last night. Now you want to join me? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven took the offered shirt and looked up at Bruce curiously for a moment at those words. "How jealous indeed," he said softly, wondering for himself. "Perhaps I will join you. After all, he would want proof I am alive, even if you will simply be asking him for more money..." He tugged the shirt on and settled it around himself. It was a bit big but it was certainly comfortable.

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce arched a brow. Now he wanted to come? Well that would change his plan a bit but he thought to himself. “ If you’re coming then you can have your shirt back. “ He smirked softly. “ But you do look good in my clothes. “

He sighed softly. “ Changes the plan a bit though. How good of an actor are you? I mean.. you’ve pretended to be brave through this ordeal. “ The pirate teased.

[heroesofbr00klyn]

“I’ll keep your shirt if you don’t mind,” he answered with a quick smirk, removing the blanket now and stretching a bit before looking back at him once more.

“I am used to acting around my husband,” he admitted. “If you want me to look scared, that’s a feeling I’m very familiar with around him, so it won’t take much acting.”

[bxnnxrxd]

Without asking and knowing the young man’s trauma, he still reached out for him, running his thick fingers through his blonde hair, pushing it back from his eyes and mussing it up a bit at the top of his head. He ended up smiling once he pulled his hand back a bit. He was kind of cute like that.

“ You have to sell that you’re afraid of me. We’ll work some magic on you. Paint you and the shirt with some blood. A few bruises that aren’t his. I want that man to think I’m constantly violating you and that I’ll keep doing it until you’re dead and maybe not even then. I want him fucking desperate that he’ll do anything to get you back to safety. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven flinched when Bruce’s hand came towards him. He couldn’t help it. It was an ingrained response to the abuse he suffered at Brock’s hands. He closed his eyes and took a steady breath as he listened to Bruce before nodding slowly.

“I can act in that manner,” he said quietly. “He’s done it enough that I know how I would look afterwards.” Blue eyes opened once more. “When must we leave?”

[bxnnxrxd]

He noted that clearly, but he wasn’t making any attempt to hurt him. He’d simply been ruffling and petting his hair. After seeing all of those bruises he could imagine the things his husband did to him.

“ We’re making our way more inland now. Few hours at the very least. Then we’ll take a boat ashore and do this little dance. .. Tell me. “ The captain sat on the edge of his bunk. “ What will you do once this is over? Once he’s dead and gone and you’re free? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven relaxed again slowly and then thought on Bruce’s question. “I honestly do not know,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve never given thought to a life without him. His children are grown so they have no need of me. Maybe I’ll travel at some point. I’ve wanted to see other places, but Brock would laugh at what he called childish notions of traveling and seeing other places. He always tells me no place is better than where we live now. But perhaps there is someplace better. You obviously travel to many places. If you could go anywhere on your own, where would it be?”

[bxnnxrxd]

“ Traveling requires more bravery than siring a bunch of children. “ The pirate seemed practically offended at the idea Brock or let alone anyone could think otherwise. “ You’re going to someplace you’ve never been, possibly where you don’t speak the language and don’t know your way around anything. You don’t know what’s good to eat, what even the simplest of signs, if there are any, might say. Oh no, boy. Traveling is the greatest adventure one might ever have. “ It was as if Bruce was recanting some grandiose tale, but it was a rather inspiring little speech. But then came the question and he furrowed his brows.

“ On my own? India, perhaps China. Or maybe to the deepest uncharted places of the jungles of Africa. But there is a small network of islands outside of New Holland, supposedly to the north that’s one of those untouched lands. I’ve heard stories, read things of tales in passing. Headhunters, beautiful birds, the most extraordinary fern and fauna.. “ New Holland was Australia and what was modern day New Zealand, was the place he longed to see. “ Maybe with the money this venture provides, I may just attempt to sail there. “ A warm smile crossed his features at the very thought.

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven took the offered shirt and looked up at Bruce curiously for a moment at those words. "How jealous indeed," he said softly, wondering for himself. "Perhaps I will join you. After all, he would want proof I am alive, even if you will simply be asking him for more money..." He tugged the shirt on and settled it around himself. It was a bit big but it was certainly comfortable.

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce arched a brow. Now he wanted to come? Well that would change his plan a bit but he thought to himself. “ If you’re coming then you can have your shirt back. “ He smirked softly. “ But you do look good in my clothes. “

He sighed softly. “ Changes the plan a bit though. How good of an actor are you? I mean.. you’ve pretended to be brave through this ordeal. “ The pirate teased.

[heroesofbr00klyn]

“I’ll keep your shirt if you don’t mind,” he answered with a quick smirk, removing the blanket now and stretching a bit before looking back at him once more.

“I am used to acting around my husband,” he admitted. “If you want me to look scared, that’s a feeling I’m very familiar with around him, so it won’t take much acting.”

[bxnnxrxd]

Without asking and knowing the young man’s trauma, he still reached out for him, running his thick fingers through his blonde hair, pushing it back from his eyes and mussing it up a bit at the top of his head. He ended up smiling once he pulled his hand back a bit. He was kind of cute like that.

“ You have to sell that you’re afraid of me. We’ll work some magic on you. Paint you and the shirt with some blood. A few bruises that aren’t his. I want that man to think I’m constantly violating you and that I’ll keep doing it until you’re dead and maybe not even then. I want him fucking desperate that he’ll do anything to get you back to safety. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven flinched when Bruce’s hand came towards him. He couldn’t help it. It was an ingrained response to the abuse he suffered at Brock’s hands. He closed his eyes and took a steady breath as he listened to Bruce before nodding slowly.

“I can act in that manner,” he said quietly. “He’s done it enough that I know how I would look afterwards.” Blue eyes opened once more. “When must we leave?”

[bxnnxrxd]

He noted that clearly, but he wasn’t making any attempt to hurt him. He’d simply been ruffling and petting his hair. After seeing all of those bruises he could imagine the things his husband did to him.

“ We’re making our way more inland now. Few hours at the very least. Then we’ll take a boat ashore and do this little dance. .. Tell me. “ The captain sat on the edge of his bunk. “ What will you do once this is over? Once he’s dead and gone and you’re free? “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven took the offered shirt and looked up at Bruce curiously for a moment at those words. "How jealous indeed," he said softly, wondering for himself. "Perhaps I will join you. After all, he would want proof I am alive, even if you will simply be asking him for more money..." He tugged the shirt on and settled it around himself. It was a bit big but it was certainly comfortable.

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce arched a brow. Now he wanted to come? Well that would change his plan a bit but he thought to himself. “ If you’re coming then you can have your shirt back. “ He smirked softly. “ But you do look good in my clothes. “

He sighed softly. “ Changes the plan a bit though. How good of an actor are you? I mean.. you’ve pretended to be brave through this ordeal. “ The pirate teased.

[heroesofbr00klyn]

“I’ll keep your shirt if you don’t mind,” he answered with a quick smirk, removing the blanket now and stretching a bit before looking back at him once more.

“I am used to acting around my husband,” he admitted. “If you want me to look scared, that’s a feeling I’m very familiar with around him, so it won’t take much acting.”

[bxnnxrxd]

Without asking and knowing the young man’s trauma, he still reached out for him, running his thick fingers through his blonde hair, pushing it back from his eyes and mussing it up a bit at the top of his head. He ended up smiling once he pulled his hand back a bit. He was kind of cute like that.

“ You have to sell that you’re afraid of me. We’ll work some magic on you. Paint you and the shirt with some blood. A few bruises that aren’t his. I want that man to think I’m constantly violating you and that I’ll keep doing it until you’re dead and maybe not even then. I want him fucking desperate that he’ll do anything to get you back to safety. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven took the offered shirt and looked up at Bruce curiously for a moment at those words. "How jealous indeed," he said softly, wondering for himself. "Perhaps I will join you. After all, he would want proof I am alive, even if you will simply be asking him for more money..." He tugged the shirt on and settled it around himself. It was a bit big but it was certainly comfortable.

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruce arched a brow. Now he wanted to come? Well that would change his plan a bit but he thought to himself. “ If you’re coming then you can have your shirt back. “ He smirked softly. “ But you do look good in my clothes. “

He sighed softly. “ Changes the plan a bit though. How good of an actor are you? I mean.. you’ve pretended to be brave through this ordeal. “ The pirate teased.

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Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

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He has slept comfortably that night, more so than he had in many months. When he woke, he stretched almost like a cat, his shirt rising from his stomach and the shoulder of it dropping down revealing more skin. Blue eyes opened slowly and he saw the pirate watching him. He didn’t stop stretching for a moment longer before he yawned quietly and shifted to his side to look at the man more fully.

“I hope I didn’t keep you from sleeping,” he said softly, hair falling into his face a bit as he spoke. “Have you had any word from my husband?”

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It should be a sin to look that pretty. Steven was nice and clean too, his skin soft and spotless. Bruce had been like that once, but now his hands were calloused from working at sea. And now here he was simply relaxing in bunk. He wondered if he realized what a fucking tease he was. “ You didn’t. Honestly think I slept better with a warm body against me. “

He looked away. “ As for your husband, he’s showed at the rendezvous point. Ship is heading there now. “

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Steven managed a shy smile and a slight blush to his cheeks when Bruce mentioned he’d slept well beside him. He was just sitting up when the older man mentioned they were headed for his husband. He swallowed hard and dragged the blanket up around himself for a moment.

“Do I need to… go with you? To meet him, I mean?”

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“ It had crossed my mind. “ The pirate stated plainly, noticing how he suddenly clenched onto the cover and seemed afraid. But he raised his eyes back to him. “ But I’m not going to do that to you. “ Then his eyes moved to his abandoned shirt. “ I am however gonna need to tear this fancy shirt of yours. I’ve got a better idea on how to torture your husband to make him pay more. “ He grinned proudly.

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Steven watched him for a moment and then nodded before tossing him the shirt. “Be my guest. I’m sure you have something I can wear in the meantime,” he answered, a slight flush on his cheeks at his words. “Hope long will you be away and will I be safe in here with you gone ?”

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Was this little one being a tad flirtatious? Bruce wondered. He was just laying in his bed without a shirt on, obviously having abandoned it later. But seeing that bit of pink on his cheeks, the pirate smirked. He held back his comment for now and instead moved to a nailed down bureau, snatching one of his own shirts out. This one was gray, the deep V cut into the chest and buttons with ruffled sleeves.

Bruce returned to the bed and rather slyly handed it to him as he leaned over. “ You might be a bit swallowed in this shirt. Wonder how jealous your husband would be seeing you happily wearing another man’s clothes? “

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@bxnnxrxd

Steven Grant Rogers-Rumlow stood on the balcony that looked out over the harbor and sighed heavily as the sun began to set. He watched ships coming in and out of harbor all day long but nothing ever made him feel… excited… happy… or safe.

He’d been married off to the now-governor Brock Rumlow when he’d turned seventeen, a month or so before his father had died. At first, Brock had been a true gentleman. He was older and a widower and had children from his previous marriage; one of convenience so he could have a heir. When she had died, his true desires had shown their face and it was how he’d come to meet Steven.

Steven had been the only child of his parents and his father, while wealthy, was not quite as wealthy as the Rumlow family and the match had been an advantageous one. Steven had not had any complaints until the last few months.

Brock was ugly and angry all the time. He’d taken to yelling at Steven and going so far as to hit him on more than one occasion.

Steven wanted to run away, but where would he go? He had no one. He sighed softly and stepped back inside to dress for the dinner party being held in husband’s honor as he finished his third year as governor and their town and people had been quite prosperous during that time.

Once dressed in a cream colored suit with soft blue and gold decorations all over, Steven headed downstairs to find his husband waiting in the entryway of their home.

“I expect you to behave and not make me look like a fool, Steven,” Brock told him adamantly. “If this evening goes badly, you will not like how it ends for you. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, husband,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor before following him out of the house to the waiting carriage.

The ride was silent and once inside, they greeted the guests and played the parts of dutiful husbands to perfection. On the outside, everyone thought they had a beautiful marriage, so perfect and good. Steven wished he could show the truth of it all.

After a couple of hours, he stepped outside and headed into the gardens of the estate that bordered the harbor…

[heroesofbr00klyn]

He has slept comfortably that night, more so than he had in many months. When he woke, he stretched almost like a cat, his shirt rising from his stomach and the shoulder of it dropping down revealing more skin. Blue eyes opened slowly and he saw the pirate watching him. He didn’t stop stretching for a moment longer before he yawned quietly and shifted to his side to look at the man more fully.

“I hope I didn’t keep you from sleeping,” he said softly, hair falling into his face a bit as he spoke. “Have you had any word from my husband?”

[bxnnxrxd]

It should be a sin to look that pretty. Steven was nice and clean too, his skin soft and spotless. Bruce had been like that once, but now his hands were calloused from working at sea. And now here he was simply relaxing in bunk. He wondered if he realized what a fucking tease he was. “ You didn’t. Honestly think I slept better with a warm body against me. “

He looked away. “ As for your husband, he’s showed at the rendezvous point. Ship is heading there now. “

[heroesofbr00klyn]

Steven managed a shy smile and a slight blush to his cheeks when Bruce mentioned he’d slept well beside him. He was just sitting up when the older man mentioned they were headed for his husband. He swallowed hard and dragged the blanket up around himself for a moment.

“Do I need to… go with you? To meet him, I mean?”

[bxnnxrxd]

“ It had crossed my mind. “ The pirate stated plainly, noticing how he suddenly clenched onto the cover and seemed afraid. But he raised his eyes back to him. “ But I’m not going to do that to you. “ Then his eyes moved to his abandoned shirt. “ I am however gonna need to tear this fancy shirt of yours. I’ve got a better idea on how to torture your husband to make him pay more. “ He grinned proudly.