#tw hydra

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@crearefuturum | For an angsty plot

The day was beautiful, the sun was out shining leaving little prickles or warmth on her skin. There weren't many times the pair of siblings were without a guard but these days with Jay having a suit at his disposal and Kaylee's powers growing more and more everyday they were being left more to their own devices.

"Dad said he's gonna be in meetings aaaaaaall day. Ugh." she groaned, "Can we go see a movie or something?" she asked but then her eyes lit up mischievously, "Oooooor you could go get a suit and we could go flying!" she exclaimed, hovering up off the ground for a moment, her face bright as she tempted her older brother.

Her beaming smile faltered as she looked at his face, it looked like the gears were turning but not in the way she was use to seeing.

Run, call dad!

A sudden load bang rang through her ears, like a shot from a race, Kaylee took off, floating inches above the ground. She hit the emergency button on her wrist, hearing Tony's voice answer in nonchalant hello.

Kaylee turned around, watching Jay's body hit the ground as another shot went off. The blood curdling scream came from her little lungs as she screamed his name.

A furry of adults began to converge on him. Bad guys. She knew in her heart. She'd seen them on the news. Seen pictures of her parents, of Jay fighting them. Without even thinking, her body glowed and a sudden rush of adrenaline hit her system. Lightning fast she flew, arms out copying the stance she'd seen her mother take a million times.

Kaylee slammed her little body into the first man closest to Jay, screaming incoherently for them to GET AWAY FROM HIM.

Panic was setting in as she looked down at her big brother, seeing the pool of crimson seep from his chest. "No no no." she panicked pressing her hands to his chest. "DADDY!" she yelled into her wrist watch, hearing Tony's voice come through decidedly no longer unconcerned.

Her head spun. The bright world suddenly felt insurmountable. "HEL-!!!" She screamed, but a hand covered her mouth before she could finish the word. She struggled against the hands that grabbed her, biting down on them until she tasted the iron of their blood.

Hold the little bitch down! Someone commanded.

Ack! She fucking bit me!! Came the voice of her assailant. He reached his good hand back and back handed her. Kaylee's sapphire eyes narrowed dangerously as she felt the bones of his hand shatter against her invincible skin.

We didn't plan for the girl. Said another voice.

A bit of hope filled her. What were they to do with a part Kree warrior, young as she was, it didn't change her DNA. Until the guns all trained on Jay. She crawled her body over his protectively.

A woman, towered over them, "If you behave and come with we won't kill him." she said, opting for an alternative approach.

Kaylee gulped, eyes staring wildly around her. She couldn't take them all on and there was no way she could stop every bullet from touching Jay. She nodded right before the blind fold was wrapped around her head.

"Smart girl. Pack 'em up."

[little-blog-of-horrors]

Closed - Breaking in weapons

Continued from ask [Here]

Vincent felt his stomach churn when Rumlow called him the pet names. It reminded him how much dominion the man had over him. As long as he was Vince's handler he was forced to have to obey him. He could fight it,... he always could fight it, but he knew Brock would always win.

He clenched his fists then looking down at the floor to try and keep himself from shaking.

"Don't fucking call me that."

@skullsandsteel

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@oozeyboozey | for a plotted starter

Snow fell in thick blankets from the sky. Each individual flake nothing by itself but together, a mighty sheet of white covered the landscape in a suffocating frozen tundra. V stood, covered from head to toe in black gear. The inside of his jacket covered in a lining of soft fabric that resembled aluminum foil. His eyes peering through the solitary scope meant to be attached to a rifle.

There was a seed of anger that filled the pit of his stomach as he contemplated the last year. The Winter Solider escaping with the twins was a black mark on his otherwise perfect record. Anya's rebellion would be quelled soon though, V swore to his superiors that Barnes's line would not be lost from Hydra forever. All they needed was the right chatter to fall through and the family would be back where they belonged.

"Получил их <got 'em>" V spoke curtly into the ear piece as he spotted the three distinct dots off in the distance. "осветить гору <light up the mountain>." he commanded, watching through the scope as suddenly explosions came off in the distance.

He watched the panic, the scramble as frozen hell rained on them.

"Девушка моя <The girl is mine>." he said simply, knowing no one would dare deny him his pet back, not after being the one to organize the return of the family in the first place.

It took hours to retrieve the bodies but V was never one to be deterred by hard work. He pulled the young teen out of the pile of snow, wrapping her body in warmth and carrying her to the outpost. The cabin had a fire burning in the heart of it. The beeping of machines as they hooked up to her frail frame.

He had no idea what she would remember, but one false move and the pheromones would push past whatever lies the Winter Solider told her and make her compliant again. V just hoped it wouldn't come to that. Anya was much more, effective, when she wanted to work.

"Well hello there маленькая вдова <little widow>. How are you feeling?"

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To V: Did you ever REALLY care about Anya? Or was she just a means to an end?

@oozeyboozey

"Cared about her? Are you fucking kidding me I loved that girl like my own daughter." He spat venomously.

Of course the stranger needn't know all the ways in which he manipulated the woman when she was just a girl. The torture she underwent to become compliant to his every whims. The way HYDRA scrambled her brains so she wouldn't bat an eye when he required her to go on the hunt. She was his маленькая вдова <little widow> and she was just as dangerous as her parents put together.

There was no letting this stranger know his true intentions though. The fact of the matter, Anya was little more than a war dog. Expertly trained. And much like a war dog, there was some feelings he had when it came to her. He was proud when she succeeded in her missions. He was frustrated when things didn't go their way. And he gave her all the right treats to make sure she complied as expected.

But there was no way in hell he was letting this stranger goad him into revealing that by any means. Ever the master manipulator, he knew Anya was watching, he knew there was fear in her but he knew there were memories that she held where he was more than just her handler. He crafted their relationship that way on purpose. If she loved him like a father there was a good chance he could always pull at those strings, no matter how far removed she became from him.

"C'mon Anya, you know it's the truth."

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@sheshootsxruns | Plotted for a Starter

So much time had passed since he'd seen the girl. Not girl. Soldier. His joints ached with the deterioration of time, but he was stronger than ever. How long had he waited to be awakened? Decades after the red room had fallen into obscurity. At least that's what most people who were part of the project thought.

There was no giving up the red room, no giving up the winter solider. Hydra always had their tentacles in places no one noticed. It was their gift as an organization. And when they finally had awoken him from his slumber it was for once purpose only. To retrieve the operative.

V had watched her for months, watching as she settled into the Avengers tower. Watched as her team members welcomed her like family. What a load of bullshit. The anger that festered in his gut set a fire inside, pushing him to act, but he had to pick his moment. If there was any chance of getting back his pawn.

There she was, alone, vulnerable, ripe for the taking.

"WinterWidow." he spoke in a gruff low voice, stepping next to her on the street. His secret weapon hiding in plain sight as he set the pheromones to keep her in control.

He turned to face her, holding up a finger, commanding her silence.

"I want you to know the work you've done infiltrating the Avengers has been ...exquisite."

[stuckyfingers]

What should I draw on Bucky's back in my HTP torture WIP?

whip lashes/ bruises

words carved in with blade (put in tags please)

Hydra symbol carved on with blade

Hydra symbol branded on skin

Something else or more than one (put in tags)

Voting ended onMar 6, 2024

Here's the drawing...

[stuckyfingers]

@shinelikethunder I loved your fic Blood from a Stone!

Part 2 here

tw blood:

"He couldn't help laughing, because the words 'HYDRA FUCK TOY' were carved fresh and bleeding into Rogers' chest."

[stuckyfingers]

one man's trash party...

based on the draw your babygirl like this prompt: