weāre gonna be okay
a small winterspider thing i couldnāt get out of my head
pairing: winterspider (bucky x peter), background peter x anonymous dominant word count: 887 rating: M warnings: implied abusive relationship (not winterspider), d/s au, injuries/peter!whump, clubbing/alcohol, implied safewording during a scene iāll put it here on ao3 too
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āDamned brat,ā the curse travels across the club, loud as the music is, and Bucky is immediately on high alert. Thereās a man striding away from a semi-private playroom and towards the bar, sweat dripping from his shoulders and brow as he fumes, throwing himself onto a barstool.
Bucky quickly checks the reservation listings, noting that the raging dominant in front of him had booked the room for an hour.
It hasnāt even been half of that time.
The most worrying thing, top of Buckyās priority list right now, is that the dominant is alone sitting at the bar.
āSteve,ā he grabs his friend, another House Dominant for the club they work at, āgo check on that guy at the bar. Iām about 95% sure he just walked out on a scene.ā
Steve raises an eyebrow but otherwise doesnāt question the command, already turning to inspect the guilty party. Bucky makes his way over to the playroom.
As he approaches, he notices several couples and singles crowded around the doorway, whispering among themselves. āMove it,ā Bucky growls, making sure to lace his tone with enough Dominant command that thereās no question of his authority.
The crowd parts from him, and he can immediately see what the commotion was about.
He sees red.
Thereās a small manā young, no older than twenty, he would wagerā curled up on the floor of the padded room, completely bare. Several tools for impact play are scattered around him, and Bucky can already see bruising across his ribsā both old and new wounds, if heās judging the colouring right.
āFuck,ā Bucky swears. In his four years of working with this particular nightclub, heās never seen something this messed up.
He hits the panic button on the door to the room, quickly scanning his badge as the privacy doors shut around them. The room is soundproof once everything is closed, and Bucky can hear small choked sobs coming from the submissive in front of himā stifled, as if heās afraid to be heard crying.
Taking a deep breath, Bucky forces himself to calm down. No use trying to solve this problem if his anger just upsets the poor boy further.
Protocols. Right.
Bucky grabs a warm blanket and bottle of water. He sets them nearby, kneeling in front of the submissive but still out of armās reach.
āHey, kid,ā he rumbles, trying to keep his voice low and disarming. The boy still flinches, and itās all Bucky can do not to eviscerate the dominant responsible for this. āHey, my name is Bucky. Can I see your eyes, kid? Just need to know you can hear me.ā
Deep, sorrowful brown eyes meet his, and Buckyās breath hitches. Oh damn, this guy is gorgeous. āGood boy,ā he canāt help soothing, and watches as the submissive shivers at the praise.
āWhatās your name, sweetheart?ā
He gets a wide eyed blink in response before the sub whispers, āPeter.ā
āSo good, Peter. Thank you. I work for this clubāā Bucky points at his shirt first, and then the badges he wears, āā and weāve had to intervene in this scene for your health as a submissive. Iām a House Dom, meaning that by agreeing to the clubās terms and conditions Iām legally responsible for your aftercare if your chosen dominant is unavailable to finish the scene. Do you understand what this means, Peter?ā
The boy in front of him just nods, barely moving, āYes, sir.ā
God, heās so precious and so good. āThank you, Peter. I wonāt do anything without asking your permission, but I need to reiterate that if you drop, youāve legally agreed for me to take appropriate action on your behalf.ā
When Peterās eyes start to glaze over at his words, Bucky knows he only has a few moments before he loses his window of communication. Damn horrible dominant. āCan I touch you, Peter?ā
āYessir,ā Peter breathes out, his words a bit more slurred, and Bucky moves as quickly as possible to wrap him up, avoiding the new bruising as much as he can.
He folds the blanket around a few times, breathing deep to calm himself down as Peter wiggles to get closer, chasing the small amount of comfort and warmth that Bucky is providing.
āItās okay, shh,ā Bucky coos, āyouāre safe now.ā
With the small bundle of sad submissive wrapped up in his lap, Bucky presses the bottle of water against his lips, āTake a few sips for me, sweetheart. Cāmon, thatās a good boy.ā
Peter drinks without opening his eyes, sipping slowly as Bucky pets his hair, whispering praises mindlessly. How could someone abandon such a sweet boy like this? Fuck, and in public, too.
Once the bottle of water is almost empty, Bucky stands, lifting Peter with him, and walks towards the back exit. He easily types in the override code, opening the private employee entrance that leads to the aftercare rooms.
āMāgonna hold you a bit more,ā Bucky explains, not even sure if Peter can understand him at this point, āgonna stay with you, make sure youāre feeling okay, then weāll figure this out together. Youāre gonna be okay.ā
Heās not sure who the words are forā him or Peterā but when the sweet boy in his arms smiles, curling into his chest, Bucky exhales his relief.
āWeāre gonna be okay.ā
