Captain America: Righting The Ship
Steve Rogers The Captain America, the Sentinel of Freedom, also known as Steve Rogers, the man out of time, is the man currently watching me and assessing my threat.
His shield digs into the ground as he settles onto street level, waiting to strike, but he has no idea I am aware and ready to go toe-to-toe with him if I need to.
Running around the back alley of the warehouse, he snuck into the basement area on a two-part secret mission: to save Bucky and to unseat me from the leader position I am in.
Meanwhile, Bucky is strapped to a medical slate awaiting what he thinks is his impending doom, or however he would put it, but he has no idea that I am ahead of his own nonsense.
The door behind him opens in a flash of lights as I walk out; it shines over him, blinding him, and I smirk as I cup his chin tightly, lifting him up to face me.
I smirk and shove his head onto the back of the chair to place the electrode leaves on his broad forehead, left and right sides, and neck, then let him plop back down and plant a kiss on him.
His brainwaves react in an overactive fashion with just my lips onto his; the screen shows his brain firing on all cylinders, and that is what I expected, but we are only beginning as I flip a switch.
A thrust pulse of electrical-like wave current hits his mind in an exhaustive signal; he convulses like he is on drugs, shaking like a lunatic, and he crumbles onto the slate.
Another round, his brain melts like cheese, focusing on me as he can’t look away; he is locked in movement, unable to do any action at all; my plan is working well.
“What was that? ” Bucky is now stuck in a frozen state of mind under my power. I laugh, standing in back of him, letting my hands be on him as I spread over his body.
“Oh, Bucky! No need to speak; you sleep. Don’t you know who I am? I am why you came to stop me.” I whisper into his ears and bite his ears; I can see it.
“You are that mind-controlling freak who has bit and sunk your rotten teeth into heroes’ hearts and minds.” “You are right…but you have fallen for me already.” I say kissing you down your lips, neck, and lower body, you will cum your will away.
Steve reaches the back door in the alleyway as he steps into the room with a strut as the door slams shut, and he feels the weight of it all crushing on him.
The shield is shining thanks to the bright lights beaming down on him, awash with a glow like he has never been seen before, and the doors swung open and his back was on the wall.
He sneaks on the wall, gripping and embracing the wall as he is facing me as his eyes return to him, and he is lifting his red, white, and blue shield, throwing it back from releasing it.
James Bucky Barnes laughing like a lunatic, catching it with his robotic arm as he throws it back and slams Steve into the steel wall behind him. Bucky rises.
“Bucky? What the fuck? This is not acceptable.” Steve Rogers struggles to escape the tight space, and Bucky, taking advantage, crosses the divide and faces Steve head-on.
“Bucky! Please stop it! We can talk about this.” Steve says, but Bucky waves it off by shaking his head and punching through the wall, and he kicks him into the wall, smashing through it all.
My hands are both slamming it hard all together; my clapping echoes all over the war thunderously and bounces into his ears.
Bucky smirks, holding on to his right arm as he rolls his left and vice versa as he reads himself.
Bucky watches as the walls grow, expanding for miles around us, and the doors vanish like the building itself into a void of nothingness.
Disappearing into the void of my own reality as his attention, Bucky’s, is focusing on Steve again, and as he throws a punch at Steve.
Steve feels the impact sending him flying through the roof as he falls into the rubble and the walls descend on top of him.
Bucky smirks, my power flowing, firing his neurons and spreading like wildfire through his body. The glow in his eyes fuels up with fire; he picks up Steve, lifting him up.
Placing him onto his shoulders as he walks through the white door, he embraces me with all of the energy in the universe; he hugs me after throwing Steve onto a medical slate.
My hands grope Steve’s shaft as I kiss him slowly.
