Hail Hydra

[READ THE RULES PAGE] Gay Bucky Barnes Indie HYDRA James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes Divergent MCU/Comic Tracking: theycalledmetheasset We swore allegiance to each other, and today that loyalty will be tested. If you waver, you die.

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Bucky’s face when being thanked though 😭😭😭

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#that was the moment he realized he could be a hero #that people could see him as a hero #he’d never been thanked for saving lives. only praised for taking them #it hits even harder because even tho he didn’t see himself as a hero yet other people did #karli set the car on fire because she knew he would stop fighting to go rescue them #it’s really a matter of bucky realizing the same about himself (x)

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They call him the Winter Soldier.

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Awesome artwork!

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

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bucky + cap’s shield through the years

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kingcrossbones​:

He didn’t think he could do it but there he was, standing on his feet, for now. The gun in his hands was shaking with the effort it took for Brock to stay upwards and hearing the Asset speak like that was not helping. He didn’t want to do this. Pointing a gun at the Asset was wrong on every level imaginable and he so wanted to explain how this was going to go wrong but he didn’t have the strength. 

Holding onto his side with one hand and holding himself up against the wall he felt his hand lowering and shaking with fatigue and in his head he was speaking but  the words that came out of his mouth were intelligible mumblings. He felt himself passing out and tried to lift the gun again and order him to stay away “Sta wha…” Brock shifted, as he tried to step forward to lye on the table again because he could feel he was passing out but his awareness was cut as if someone pulled the plug and he was out. 

The moment he saw Brock falling, Bucky was rushing forward.  He caught Brock in his arms, but in the same movement got the safety on the gun and slid it away from them.  Out of reach. “Idiot,” he mumbled at his handler, hauling him up and back onto the table.  He knew he was short on time.   “So damn stubborn.  All of you officers are.”  Bucky secured Brock to the table again, strapping down his legs too for good measure this time.  Thankfully the briefcase wasn’t damaged in their altercation and Bucky was able to get the IV bag set up and a catheter into Brock’s arm.  It was only a matter of moments before the bag of serum of hooked up too and being steadily infused with his handler’s blood.   All the Asset could do now was wait and hope that the serum worked.  Prayed that they would get help here soon to evacuate them.

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kingcrossbones​:

Brock waited for it to sink in “Yeah…” he croaked, his throat was dry and his voice was breaking. He watched the Asset’s movements and most of the times it was easy for Brock to tell wat he was thinking “Oh hell no, don’t even think about it, kid. I’ll be fine.” he tried to sound angry and authoritative but the truth was he was tired and couldn’t put too much mirth into it.

HIs eyes widened with panic as he was held down “No, no, no! Don’t do this, you fuckin idiot!” he was scared and angry that he wasn’t able to do very much to fight him off and his panic increased until he wasn’t thinking logically anymore. He’d rather die than get that int him and end up on Hydra’s lab table.

With all the power he had left, he grabbed at the earpiece in the Asset’s ear and sown his legs on the other side of the table he was sprawled on. The moment he was on his feet he stepped on the damn thing and palmed his gun. It was shaking in his bloodied hands, his face pale and dotted with sweat and grime, “I don’t wanna do this, kid. Please,.. James… I know you can hear me…” he hoped actually and hoped against hope that his words could reach him. “It’s just you and me now.” he took out his earpiece as well, slowly lowering the gun and holding his hands in front of him, palms forward.

“James… listen to me… it’s gonna be fine, ok?” he wanted to get closer to him but he couldn’t risk it, not if he couldn’t reach him and the Asset was still operating on orders.

Bucky gasped as he was grabbed and thrown by Brock.  It took a moment to right and steady himself, but he couldn’t hide the look of despair that etched itself on his face.  “I can’t let you die,” he repeated for emphasis, trying to make it clear that he wasn’t just following orders.  The Asset couldn’t stand the thought of Brock dying on him when he could have at least tried to save him. “Let me save you, Brock.  If we can get the serum in you and it works, it could save you.  Or at least keep you alive long enough for us to get you actual treatment,” he tried to reason with his handler, though he struggled to keep his eyes on Brock’s face and not on the gun pointed at him.  Every cell in his body wanted to retaliate, get the gun away and Brock on the ground.  But he didn’t. Bucky shifted his footing, leaving himself more relaxed and open instead of the coiled readiness that had been trained into him.  “I’m listening, but I just want to save you.”

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kingcrossbones​:

Brock was very much alive and all there but simply too tired to respond some of the time, at least when he was not grunting with pain as the Asset worked on digging out the bullet. Pain was a strange thing for him, sometimes it made him laugh, other times it made him groan but he could never get used to it, just make peace his peace with it and so he did his best to do so. 

“Y-yeak…” he said in a soft voice as he rose a shaky hand to show the Asset he was still there and moving. His tired eyes looking at the other man with calm and trust but he gave a sudden jerk at hearing Pierce’s voice. He never liked the guy, not one bit and if he could, Brock would love to smash that self centered motherfucker to a pile of steaming meat.

“No. No fuckin way! Tell that son of a bitch that I aint gonna be his test lab rat.” he knew exactly what serum the asshole was talking about, the very one the Asset got from this lab. “What else, kid. That piss we just risked our lives for but I’d take my chance with lady death than get any of that stuff in me.”

“Lab rat?” he questioned, only for realization to dawn on him with true horror.  Bucky reeled back.  “That’s what this is?  Some...knock-off super soldier serum?”  He shook his head, but he’d be lying if he said his gaze didn’t go to the box.  Lingered over the case that could potentially save, or kill, his handler. He was being sentimental.  Far too sentimental.  “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he went to go grab the case and open it.  The bags were still intact.  Several needles and catheters were provided.  Bucky’s gaze flicked over to Brock lying on the table, exhausted.  Unable to fight him.  To resist. “I’m sorry, Brock.”  The Asset took one of the bags and needles and strapped Brock down to the table, securing the weakened agent with restraints.  “I can’t let my handler die.”  He swallowed, steeling his nerves as he prepared the bag and inserted the needle into Brock’s vein.  “It’ll be over quick.”

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kingcrossbones​:

He was surprised to hear the concern in his voice and Brock’s eyes fixed on him and studied his face. He could not remember the last time he was addressed at in this tone. His own face showed surprise as he locked eyes with the Asset but he couldn’t hold that for long. 

He held at his side with one hand as he was helped, walking unsteadily but more than half of his weight was taken by the Asset. His head felt heavy and eyelids were nearly closing but the other’s voice brought him back slightly and rose his head that was resting on the man’s shoulder. 

Although quite dizzy, he watched him with soft eyes as he got his suit off and moved with such precision and focus. If he would have the energy to complain, he’d say he didn’t need no  anesthetic or a glove in his mouth but in this state he didn’t have the strength so he was complying without any resistance, his eyes never once leaving the Asset’s face.   

His face was set into a mask of deep concentration, working quickly but carefully to extract the bullet from Brock’s wound.  Bucky used a saline solution to clean out the wound and tried his best to stitch him up, but Brock had lost a lot of blood.  He looked pale and it honestly made the Asset nervous.  Had him worried that Brock would not last long without help from the medics.   “Brock, are you still with me?” he asked, struggling to not look at his own hands covered with the other man’s blood.  “You better stay awake.  I won’t hear it if I have to train another handler.” Bucky licked his lips and then shook his head.  He cursed under his breath.  “Fuck.  Where the hell is our evac,” he growled, only pausing as he heard a voice over the comm.  It sounded like Pierce.  Their commander. Administer the serum. “Brock, what serum is he talking about?”

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kingcrossbones​:

Feeling himself suddenly yanked back he resisted a sudden yelp but he raised his hands, “I’m fine, I’m fine.” and mumbled almost inaudibly a few cusses and rolled his eyes at being handed with kid-gloves.

Brock leaned against the wall and the moment he hit it, he slid down on the floor, leaving a trail of blood as he went. “Hey” his voice was quiet and tired “Hey… relax.” and was relieved to see that the Asset sat next to him at last. It must have been quite frustrated for him not to find an exit and not being able to do anything but wait. At least that was what Brock imagined. He really had no ide what was in his head. 

Brock considered his question and sighed “Not particularly, no.” he looked at the only way out and continued “I thing you gotta take the bullet out.” he rose his eyes to meet the Asset’s “It’s still here, I feel it and it’s not doing me any good, kid.” Brock open his tac suit, feeling both too hot and chilly and nodded to the way the Asset came from. “I say we get to that lab see if there’s something useful there. I need to lay on a table for this. If you don’t wanna do it, I’ll do it myself but I need you to get me there.”

Bucky saw the blood smeared on the wall, a sickening trail that led to his handler.  The sight made him sick, a cold stone weight settling heavily in his stomach.  “Brock,” he murmured, struggling to hold back the worry he felt for the other man.   “Alright,” he started, voice subdued.  The Asset got up and grabbed for Brock, slinging the man’s arm over his shoulders as he helped him up too.  “Just stay with me.  I’ll get the bullet out.”  He spoke as a distraction, keeping Brock’s attention on him as they moved carefully, but swiftly, to the lab.  Thankfully the medigel was still doing it’s job, stopping the worst of the bleeding, but Bucky knew it wasn’t a permanent fix.  Was never meant to be. He set Brock on top of the table after clearing it and  helped get the tac suit off.  Bucky left Brock’s side to look around for another first aid kit and came back.  The soldier took a needle from his own kit, giving Brock a local anesthetic before taking off his glove and shoving it in his handler’s mouth to bite down on.  He had no issues finding some forceps to dig the bullet out before he began, being careful with the extraction.

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kingcrossbones​:

It wasn’t intentional and it was also absolutely unexpected. The grin on his face faded and his teeth clanked shut. Not much got to him but hearing the Asset say that he will come for him and knowing that he meant it beyond any shadow of a doubt… stirred something in him that was so unused and foreign that he didn’t know what to say so he just nodded solemnly and said nothing.

Dragging himself over to the hallway to watch the other’s back he did so until he could no longer see him and remaining alone there, panting and grimacing from the pain and the fatigue of blood loss, he decided to move ahead towards the exit point where he knew the evac team will be coming from.

Hearing a few gunshots at first he was suddenly startled into awareness, no pain or tiredness but he knew the soldier so well that he could recognize him by the speed of his reaction and those shots were spot on. Confident that the Asset was safe, Brock continued to drag himself slowly towards the exit. He checked the hallways but he didn’t expect another bomb to go off. In front of him, just a few meters, debris, chunks of concrete, and everything else came raining down blocking their exit and their only way to the rendezvous point where the rest of them waited. Brock rose his hands to protect his head but the blast knocked him off his feet and he fell to the floor, debris pouring over him.

Bucky saw the ceiling caving in and grabbed Brock by the collar, yanking the bigger man back and away from the worst of the debris.  Checking his partner over, he breathed a sigh of relief.  Brock seemed to be unharmed, at least not anymore than when he’d left him.  “Take this,” he said, passing the box to Brock.  The Asset stood and took another look around, hoping to find some other escape route.  Unfortunately, he could see none.  “Fuck.  I think...I think we’re trapped in this place.”  He considered using an explosive, possibly blowing a hole in the debris pile, but there was no way of knowing just how stable the ground beneath them was at this point. He sighed and sat down next to Brock.  “Are you alright?  And don’t lie to me.  I’m here to provide first aid too, you know?”

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