here in the warmth of the shower with bucky all around him , it's fair to say that the super soldier is a little dazed in his senses. it's hot &* sweaty &* slick &* echoing ---- bucky is everywhere. in the best possible way , everything that could possibly be in his mind has been swept out to make room for more &* more of this man. he's not sure he could get enough if he tried. if they were like this every day , ever hour . . . would that be enough ? he's not sure. he went a century without.
he wants his hands everywhere. needs to feel him on every inch of his skin. especially as bucky moves rougher , his length hitting just where he needs. so steve reaches for the hand bucky has on his stomach &* whines gently. ❛ touch me. anywhere. everywhere. i don't care if you choke me out right now -- ❜ a breathy laugh that mingles with a groan of pleasure escapes him. ❛ just need you. ❜
⠀If Steve was completely dazed, then Bucky was absolutely swarmed with differing sensations —— both over and underwhelmed by the ecstasy racking through him. His hips now moved on their own accord, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the porcelain tiles of the bathroom alongside their combined noises. More Steve than Bucky, who suppressed his moans into his neck. With each thrust, pleasure spiked up along his spine, threatening to push him over the edge as he chokes out a low grunt. His attention is only brought partially back to reality when the other speaks, his hips stuttering as a soft, endearing laugh leaves him, hot against Steve's throat.
⠀“ Need myself more hands ”⠀⠀he manages out teasingly, but he complies with Steve's plea —— at least to touch him. His hand of flesh moves lower until he coils his fingers around his weeping cock and strokes him in time with his unrelenting thrusts. Then his bionic hand moves to glide across his broad chest, his thumb circling Steve's nipple.⠀⠀“ You gonna cum for me, Stevie? ”⠀⠀he husks, planting a kiss behind his ear.⠀⠀“ C'mon, wanna watch you spill over my hand ”
〝 It's never been my method to stay off the grid, just to skirt it as much as I can. Honestly, being an assassin is hard work, you should give me a little more credit for it. 〞 A soft scoff of her lips –– she's been at this long enough and buried enough bodies to save her own ass that she knew that her trails would run into one another eventually. It just matters how she gets out of it –– and she always has back up plans. The only difference between them is that her body count no longer has brainwashing to back it up; she has freely chosen to become an assassin, to take out lives and get paid for it. It was a safer option –– she can't imagine something normal. No, she's not built for that.
Eyebrow raises a little bit; her reflection glints in the dim light off of the knife. She's not foolish enough to think that she can take a Winter Soldier on by herself and live to tell the tale with just a knife. No, she would need guns for that, and probably some very high powered rounds if she wanted even a hope to get close to achieving that goal. Luckily for both of them, death isn't in their cards, not today.
She pulls back, taking the knife with her. 〝 Relax, why so serious? You get to live another day. You should be honored. 〞 A soft grin on her lips, a few steps backward. It puts the back of her heel level with the window behind her. 〝 It's very sweet though that you're worried about my goals. Have they turned you into a school counselor now? A life coach? 〞
⠀Being an assassin was difficult work;⠀it took certain capabilities and skill sets to master and perfect. Bucky knew that better than anyone else—while his wasn't exactly voluntary, he was still an assassin to his core, and unfortunately, had been one of the best known to every organisation and state of America.⠀⠀“ It's not something they exactly applaud you on ”⠀⠀No, it's a one-track trip into weighted chains and fortified walls for the remainder of days. If it weren't for Fury, that's exactly where he would've been if the programming hadn't been overridden. Blue eyes track her every movement, hyper aware of all the exit points and her means of escape, and begins formulating a multitude of ideas as to how he'd prevent that.
⠀She draws the blade away from his throat, and his body relaxes. The thought to detain her now and bring her to SHIELD for questioning crosses his mind, but she's already skittish. Doing anything of that sort won't play out in his favour.⠀⠀“ You'd be doing everyone a favour if you killed me now ”⠀⠀and that was almost factual;⠀he was once HYDRA's pet—a lethal weapon, and the programming, it could be triggered at any point. None of the scientists at SHIELD could detonate those accursed words, so he ran the risk of snapping. Of returning back to the deadly mantle as the winter soldier.
⠀“ I don't think I fit the criteria of a counselor ”⠀⠀his silver-blue eyes flick to her.⠀⠀“ Isn't all this exhausting? Buying yourself time and delaying the inevitable? ”⠀⠀he questions, staying where he was as opposed to moving forward. It was like coaxing a wild animal to trust the outstretched hand being given—if anyone knew how to deal with these situations, it was the former animal himself.⠀⠀“ What do you gain from this? ”
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"I'll be fine," Sharon repeats for the seventh time, shooting him a annoyed glance before repeating the same motions in attempt to clean up the wound. Clean shot. No vital organs. Pain and the risk of infection would be her biggest issue.
"Do you know how many of these I've had to deal with?" She shoots back. Her days out in the field came with a few mishaps but her first years in Madripoor- that's when she had to get well equipped with this.
Her eyes roll harshly, letting out a stubborn breath then the blonde slumps back and raises her opposite arm. "Fine- take a look. No hospitals," Sharon states- once again. "You do know that I'm still a wanted fugitive of the United States Government, right? I go to a hospital, all it takes is one phone call- one phone call and it's done. I go to prison and that's out of the question. So go ahead, take a look, but...but I have a cargo ship to jump on in six hours. I have to get back to Madripoor."
⠀A person could deal with a thousand wounds, and yet it only took one to become infected—it wouldn't really matter how much experience that person would have had. Bucky learnt that the hard way;⠀dealt with plenty of injuries, some minor, some extreme, some ending up infected and coursing through his bloodstream.⠀⠀“ And you know how many of those have nearly killed me when I didn't have the right stuff? ”⠀⠀he retorts, eyes narrowing back.⠀⠀“ But hey, if you want to be stubborn, go right ahead ”⠀⠀At the end of the day, it wasn't him who had to deal with the consequences of it.
⠀The ex-agent seems to relent though, and he cocks an eyebrow.⠀⠀“ Fair enough ”⠀⠀he does understand her standing;⠀Bucky was a fugitive on the run for a bit of time. Before his pardon, it certainly wasn't easy to fend for himself, but there were different circumstances here. She wasn't a century old assassin as he had been—blood didn't embed and stain her hands like it did his.
⠀“ Sam's true to his word ”⠀⠀is all he states before inching forward, inspecting the injury at a closer level. Sharon was right—it wasn't necessarily serious despite the amount of blood seeping out of it, but it didn't mean it couldn't get infected.⠀⠀“⠀...⠀You can stay at my place for the night. That way we can properly get it cleaned and you'll be able to get some sleep before you jump on the next cargo ship to Madripoor ”
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APHRODITE.⠀laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO.⠀glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.
ARES.⠀armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS.⠀keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA.⠀discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
DEMETER.⠀soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS.⠀drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS.⠀the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
HERA.⠀resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
HERMES.⠀devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON.⠀storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS.⠀thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
