Warnings: canon-level typical violence allusions, mentions of a hard on, non-con drugging
Summary: Hydra won, but somehow you slept through it. The Winter Soldier goes to tell you the good news.
Edited poorly by this potato.
You woke up with a startled, undignified noise. Your skin was crawling: the same sensation as when someone watches you. Your sleep filled eyes looked around the room before landing on him.
James Buchannon Barnes. Bucky. The Winter Soldier.
He stood at a relaxed sort of attention. As if he'd been there for hours and nothing had happened to the point he was bored.
Except, he had his tactical gear on. The revelation startled you. You looked at the clock - 6:30am. You couldn’t recall him needing to be on a mission.
"Why are …"
As your attention went back to him your words caught in your throat. He was so close now. You hadn’t heard him move. You cursed your muddled brain.
"Mission successful."
His voice was low and gravely. You wondered when he last spoke.
"There was no mission." You responded, still confused with the situation.
His face was emotionless, but his eyes were invested in you. He trailed a flesh finger down your arm. Your white blanket was pulled with it until it tangled against your forearms as you moved to stop him. He let out a hum and simply trailed his finger back up to rest at your collarbone. The touch left goosebumps despite his ever high body temperature.
He climbed on top of you. He was dirty with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. He settled, his weight causing your legs to shift to let him lay between them. You could see the grime left behind on your bedding. The overwhelming scent of his sweat and polluted air invaded your senses.
You grunted, trying to shove him away. "Get off."
He wrapped his arms around your body like an octopus. It didn't matter he ignored your free arms. You couldn't hurt him enough without using your powers. You weren't looking to do that until you figured out what was going on.
"Mission complete. Successful." He murmured against the skin of your neck.
"What mission?"
There was a long pause. He kissed the skin under your ear.
"Hydra won."
The short statement made you freeze. He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping at the top of your sleep shirt. With the way he was laying you could feel his cock harden.
"Are you not happy?" His voice was softer than before. Almost as if there was a fear of rejection under the gravelly sound.
"No. No, I'm not!" Your voice got louder each time you said "no," until you were screaming.
Your body caught up with your mind. Your power licked at your skin. The Soldier let out an annoyed huff. He pulled a small syringe from his pocket. Sitting up, he jabbed it into the fleshy part of your upper arm.
It happened so fast. He was faster than you on a normal day, but you should have been able to defend yourself quicker than this.
Had you been drugged last night?
He caught your struggling arms by the wrists. "Shh. Sleep."
Your chest felt like it was pushing up a brick every time you sucked in air. Your eyelids grew heavy. You mumbled a few more "no's." Tears streamed from the corners of your eyes.
He let go of your arms, laying them by your sides. He cradled your face in his large hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears.
"Sleep now." The soldier leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
It was delicate despite his chapped lips and your stale breaths. It was a kiss you could have cherished if the situation was different.
You fought sleep. He didn't seem to mind anymore as he settled back down. This time against your side. As he held you he hummed a song you couldn't quite make out as the tiredness won out.
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; violence; injury; blood; fingering, mean Steve, watching, manipulation, poly dynamic-ish, suicidal thoughts, depression, anal.
This is a dark!fic and features the winter soldier and Captain Hydra x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: An attack leads to the uncovering of decades old secrets when you are taken by the deadliest assassin in the world
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You were torn out of sleep just as you were torn out of the bed. Bucky’s arm slipped from around you where it stayed for much of the night as your toes barely touched the floor. You blinked away your fatigue and rasped as Steve’s hand locked firmly on your throat and you grasped his thick wrist.
You felt a gentle tug on your fingers as Bucky snorted awake and stood unsteadily. He wavered as he grabbed Steve’s thick bicep and tried to free you. The men stood in stalemate as they glared at each other.
“I’m not hurting her,” Steve said firmly, “I’m getting her up and washed so she can go back to her room.”
Bucky shook his head and poked Steve’s shoulder. The captain’s lip curled and he sighed. The soldat slipped his hand along the blonde’s arm and wiggled it away from your throat. You were released and stumbled to catch yourself on the side of the bed. Bucky moved between you and Steve.
“You want her to stay?” Steve scoffed, “this is our space, you know we share.”
Bucky crossed his arms and his shoulders squared as you watched his muscled back. Steve glanced at you past the other man and gritted his teeth. He smirked and poked his tongue against his cheek as his blue eyes gleamed.
“So we share,” he said as he stepped closer and nudged Bucky, “guess that means it’s my turn.”
Bucky didn’t flinch and stayed between the two of you, pressing a hand to Steve’s chest to stop him. He shook his head and Steve scowled as he shoved him so that he took a step back. His metal hand was stopped before it could meet Steve’s jaw.
“No, we talk things out,” Steve girded, “you know that. You’re welcome to join in, babe.”
The men glared at each other and Bucky snatched his hand away. He peeked over his shoulder at you, his blue eyes swirled with dismay and he turned back with his chin down in a gesture of surrender. Steve snickered and framed his jaw, thrusting his head up to kiss him roughly.
“Lay down, Buck,” he angled him towards the bed and Bucky sat mechanically, “down.”
Bucky fell onto his back and Steve let his hand trail down his neck and broad chest, tickling along his stomach. Bucky’s dick twitched as his muscles tensed and Steve took him in his hand and began to stroke him. He didn’t stop until it was hard and standing on its own, pulling back to reach down his pants and play with himself.
You watched in frozen horror. You gulped and sidled around the nightstand, the movement drawing Steve’s attention.
“I didn’t forget you,” he sneered, “I was just getting him ready.”
You hugged yourself and shook your head. Steve’s pure hatred cut through the air and into your flesh. The jealousy seared your nerves and made your stomach curdle. You didn’t ask for any of this and yet you could hardly blame the man on his back. Bucky seemed just as trapped as you felt.
Steve was on his feet in an instant. He stormed over to you and seized your arm, pushing you ahead of him as he urged you towards the bed.
“Get up,” he smacked your ass so you yelped, “hmm, look at him. He’s waiting for you. Hard… he’s got a nice body doesn’t he?”
“Stop,” you whispered, “please--”
“Oh don’t you worry,” he pinched you as you stepped between Bucky’s knees, “that’s the easy part.”
He gripped your hips and guided you up onto Bucky. You trembled as your resistance was easily overpowered. He grasped the back of your neck and squeezed until you relented and straddled Bucky. Steve reached below you and lined Bucky’s tip up with your cunt.
“She’s dry,” he muttered as he pressed his fingers to your folds, spreading them around Bucky’s throbbing head, “poor thing.”
His other hand fell to your shoulder and he forced you down. You whined as you stretched around Bucky. He got halfway in before you were stopped by the friction. You whimpered and Steve grabbed your other shoulder. He pushed you down entirely as the pain rippled through you with a shattering scream.
"I think you're too big for her," Steve snickered as Bucky groaned and caught your hips, "now don't try to be the good guy. We know what we are."
The soldat groaned as he tensed and his fingertips dug into your flesh. He gasped and moved you atop him as you slapped his chest and curled your nails against his muscle. You were painfully full as his intrusion burned with each tilt of your hips.
Steve chuckled as you panted and the bed jostled. He climbed up behind you, hot breath tickling your spine as he kneeled behind you. His hand danced down your back and snaked around you as he moved closer. He spread your lips with two fingers and flicked your clit with another as he encouraged your motion.
"See, I can be nice," Steve snarled, "get you wet so he doesn't break you… what is that?" He mocked as you whimpered, "is that a 'thank you, captain'?"
"Th--thank you, cap-captain," you gulped as he pressed his cheek against yours and hummed.
"That's it," he sneered, "oh, trust me I know, he's big, huh? Warm? Hot as fuck, who wouldn't want a ride?"
"Why… why are you doing this?" You squeaked.
"Me? He chose you. He brought you back with him. He knew this would happen," he dipped his head down and his teeth grazed your neck, "he wanted it to."
"N-no--"
"He's a fucking murderer," Steve growled, "you think this is the line? He's crossed worse."
Your arms shook as Bucky framed your waste with his hands, urging you on as he jerked his hips from below. Steve nipped your neck and shoulder as he kept his fingers moving on your clit and your thighs quivered as your head spun. It was some distorted fever dream. Something you could never foresee or prevent. The futility was suffocating.
You felt a shift behind you and Steve dragged his slick fingers around your thigh and they crawled along the curve of your ass. He positioned himself between your cheeks as he groped your ass. With one hand, he pressed his tip to your puckered hole and your arm snapped back to grasp his hip.
"Please, no--" your voice withered as he stretched you around his swollen head and you choked at the sheer agony of his slow entrance.
You bit down on your lip and beat on Bucky’s chest as Steve pushed deeper. You exclaimed and your arms collapsed as you fell forward, your head lolling on Bucky’s shoulder, the meeting of metal and skin formed a ridge beneath your cheek.
His metal hand came up and he cradled your skull, groaning as he kept fucking you, mechanically like a machine. Like he was ordered to. He gripped your scalp and huffed as Steve inched torturously further until he was entirely buried in you.
"Oh, babe," he reached past you and brushed aside a hank of Bucky’s hair, "she is a nice toy."
He pulled out and thrust back in. You screamed as your head flew up and he did it again. He wrapped both his hands around your neck, forcing you to arch your back. You whined as he quickly met Bucky’s pace and you felt a tweak in your chest. Metal fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, replaced eagerly by lips as your tits bounced with each ragged thrust.
"Fuck, I can feel you inside of her, babe," Steve rasped, "mmm, fuck."
Your eyes rolled back as they shared your body, the two men, inhuman and unloving. They were frantic and fervid in their utilitarian touch. You were a means to and end, a tool for their release.
Bucky grunted and you were pulled off of him. Steve's thick arms hooked around your neck and stomach as he kept fucking, holding you up as Bucky came onto his own stomach and spasmed, fingers clawing at the blankets
Steve sat back as he worked your body to his pleasure but he stayed inside you as he came. Urged you down as he spilled the last of himself and sighed. He chuckled and wiggled his hips until you squirmed.
"Nice ass but nothing compared to you, Buck," Steve shoved you off of him so you landed beside the other man. He bent over Bucky and kissed him, cock twitching between them. He pulled back and hovered over the soldier, "fine, we'll keep her."
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It was easier when it was just one of them, preferable when it was the soldier. He was silent and you could appease him, sometimes with as little as proximity. Soft pets and gentle lies. He couldn’t taunt you or degrade you, not verbally, and he was only rough when Steve was there to command him.
Like then. You laid in the middle of the bed, sheets tangled around your sore body, the air cold as you heard Bucky in the bathroom, the steady trickle of his piss.
Steve’s voice still hung in the air from when he grumbled his departure and promised his return. You felt the way he squeezed your ankle as if to remind you of his strength. He was never gone. Never truly. He’d be back and he’d do this all again.
You shivered and sat up as the soldat came back in, his sweaty hair askew and his muscles rippling in the pale light of the winter landscape peeking through the window. He looked at you and that wrinkle in his forehead betrayed the repressed emotion. It never lasted long, his programming overrode his conscience every time.
You couldn’t say how long it had been. Your ribs never quite healed, they never had a chance to once they both started using you. You were the reward for their missions, a treat after they went off and tortured another. You envied the faceless victims, at least their suffering ended.
Bucky went to the window and put his real hand to the glass. He didn’t feel the cold that left a palm print at his retreat. He turned and walked, shamelessly naked, to the control box by the door. He unlocked it with his thumbprint and dragged his fingertip around the circle. You heard the vents begin to blow.
He glanced at you, as if for approval. He did that, small gestures, little attempts at humanity. They were as shallow as his fractured mind. You thanked him as you shimmied across the bed and to your feet.
You unwrapped the sheet from your waist and made careful steps towards him. The bathroom door remained open and your eye lingered on the frame. You went to him and touched his arm. He flinched and tucked his other behind him. Often he hid the metal from you, as if he could keep you from seeing it entirely.
There was a contrast between these men. Steve was cruel, everything he did to you was to sate that inherent need for pain. To assuage his blatant envy as he blamed you for the circumstance.
But Bucky, he was confused. He wanted affection, he wanted closeness, but his mind was too muddled to see the lines. Bucky could be handled, Steve was without a leash.
You knew this and it wore away your fear. You weren’t afraid anymore, not of those two men. Two tortured beings. You pitied them even. You accepted what they wanted and that this was where the road led you. There wasn’t a way out of here, there wasn’t an impasse to take, this was a dead end.
You reached up as Bucky faced you and slid your hands up his thick neck. You cradled his face and his blue eyes twinkled as he searched your face. He framed your hips, his touch light, cautious. You held back a wince as you a pang erupted from your core, still tender from their recent foray.
“I need to clean up,” you said gently, “is that okay?”
He looked down at your body. You couldn’t stand straight, not with the pain in your ribs. He gave a single nod and dropped his hands. He turned away, penitent.
You turned and headed for the bathroom. He followed shortly after and pushed the door open, a wordless warning. You weren’t allowed anywhere unsurveilled. Not since Steve caught you by the other door, trying to get out into the hallways.
You twisted the faucets and the water poured down. His shadow shied away from your peripheral and when you looked, he was gone from the doorway.
You listened to the water splash down and paced around the curved walls, looking up at the mountain peaks and down the cratered crevices. That was easier but the glass was impenetrable. Once Steve had thrown you against them and they showed no sign of your impact. Inescapable like this entire compound.
The sight of the snow made you colder and you rubbed your palms together. You backed away and rounded the tub. You inched towards the door and peeked through. He sat on the bed, holding his head, and for a moment, you wanted to comfort him. Then you grabbed the door and slowly moved it.
He didn’t notice. You waited for him to raise his head or flinch. He didn’t and you eased the door into the frame. You turned the lock without a care, it was too late for him to react.
You went to the tub, overflowing and stepped into it. You sank down and laid back in the vast basin without taking a breath. you let the air out as you submerged yourself in the depths of hot water, the ripples blurring your vision as you stared up through the transparent ceiling. At the end, at heaven, at the great void. The promise of unfeeling.
There was no great epiphany, your life did not flash before your eyes. All that filled your mind were the visions of the shadow in the dark, inflicting agony on your body, breaking you in the blackness. The sterile white of the room after and the surreal isolation of the compound. The hands of men, of monsters, touching you, tormenting you, tearing you apart.
You felt nothing. Not regret, not terror, not relief. You were numb. You could bend no further.
Your lungs began to fill as you choked and held your down. You heard banging, heard grunts, you heard the hammering of your chest in time with the pounding from the door.
You didn’t hesitate, didn’t have a second thought. You stayed as you were, beneath the weight of water, in the throws of suffocation.
Please let it be too late. Even if it was not, let Steve finish it for you. Let him end this living hell. Let him take his lover back from the broken toy.
Your eyes rolled into your skull as the door broke. The world was silent as your last thought, your last hope was that it was too late. You didn’t want to wake up again.
@hydradaddy "Stop looking at me like that or I'll punch you." Clint huffed looking up at Brock. "As far as I remember you couldn't kill him either." The archer was pissed that Hydra had called him in to discuss his 'failure'. It wasn't a failure. Sure it didn't went like planned. But Steve couldn't remember what happen and still trust Clint. But Hydra will blow his cover if they didn't stop calling him in.
@snarkofstark "Shush, darling." Pepper smirked, her heel planted in the middle of his chest, pushing against the glass of his arc reactor, if she pushed up the pressure just an inch she would shatter it under her jimmy choos. She'd managed to tackle him onto his back, her gun pointed at the space between his eyes: "You know I don't want to kill you. Just stay silent and give me what I want."
"Good evening Coulson." A voice called out, reverberating around the said man in the hallway. It was known that the hub had fallen to HYDRA in recent events. Garrett was sided with them, and Ward had gone missing. Phil feared the worst so he came back to figure out what was happening.
And now he was being confronted by a familiar voice.
"It has been so long since I've seen you. Even before you're supposed death. Then again, I've heard that the fake deaths have been a classic with you SHIELD agents."
Clint dropped down behind Coulson from the vents, smirking.
"I guess it's officially time to tell you my true affiliations. Hail HYDRA."
Clint stopped in the hallway when he saw Kate, wondering how she found him. He had been deep undercover since SHIELD went down, trying to clean up the mess that they had made.
She could only be here if...
The archer glanced around to make sure no one else was here, and he couldn't help but smile. He put both of his arms up, watching Kate closely. If he was wrong, a fight would happen and he would need to have the upper hand.
