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lvzarus :

⚡ ⟶                     crimson trailed from a wound against the back of skull, nothing SERIOUS for someone riddled with superhuman strength but for lazurus, it was enough for him to remain in unconsciousness, faltered by a whack against concrete that enabled the winter soldier to do his bidding. there was only the faint regard of arms being tugged to rest behind his back, restraints clasped against wrists both bionic & human to keep him from escaping, mindset bordering on the state of dreamland SCREAMING at him to wake up, to run. yet - he couldn’t. lazarus out for the count in order for his essence to be dragged straight back into the arms of devils, of bonafide EVIL that would no doubt pull him apart limb-from-limb, neuron-by-neuron in experimentation in order to mold him into something great. the worst outcome & there was a lingering thought within the back of lazarus’ mind that maybe shield would come to his salvation, an organization he had been against, not wanting their help just like he didn’t want hydra; but right now? he didn’t have a choice but to hold a distant, feeble prayer that he would be saved. something that didn’t seem possible when if they had known? they would have already come to his protection, taking him back to a place of SAFETY, not the inevitable of where he was going now —- straight into the depths of eternal hell.

                     it wasn't much longer before the two were headed back towards a hydra base so that officials could see what was going on with lazarus and try to figure out WHY he hadn't died, how could he have survived such a deathly fall? did it mean they had given up on him way too quickly? did it mean that they should have continued to train with him and work on him more? could he really have become a grand asset made for killing? all were questions that could only be answered by bucky bringing lazarus back to the place in which he was created, even if the soldier himself didn't care much for him. maybe it was because he had tried to kill him, or maybe it was some sort of resentment over the fact that hydra was trying to create a new star asset, but his thoughts and opinions didn't matter, not when he had been given the mission to find lazarus and bring him back HOME. upon eventually reaching the base within the quinjet he had brought him here with, the soldier wasted no time in grabbing onto lazarus with a snarl, making sure he was still knocked out since even he knew that despite the restraints against his wrists, he could still fight back if he was aware of danger.

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          instant reaction was to tell bucky NO, it wasn’t nice in the slightest, not when it was forbidden & outside of hydra’s acceptance that they should be punished, but their world wasn’t like that anymore, not when they were on the run. thus small etches of confusion settled against his features, shrug lifting upon broad shoulders before calloused digits mindlessly strummed upon the guitar once again. a tuneless sound but he would get better. ❛—- i can’t believe it’s over. well, kinda. i know we’re on the run for the rest of our fucking lives but —- i just can’t believe where we’re at right now, yanno? some shitty motel with some hobo’s guitar in my hand & —- i’m actually happy.❜ ( & the fact he now knew what that word meant spoke wonders ).

                 hearing that the opposing male was actually HAPPY with their new life, it also made bucky extremely happy too, especially when they had now escaped bounds of hydra and their brainwashing ways of torture to simply live a life, a life they never got to have whilst they were assets. ❝even if we're living on the run all the time, at least we're on our own, right? we get to do whatever the fuck we want when we want, don't need to worry about them or what will happen if we FEEL happiness. it's just...so much better now.❞

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          the force against midsection knocked steve straight onto the floor, features burying themselves into the comforts of the mat whilst his essence BURNED. he may have been stronger than he appeared, skinny frame holding grand power, but when it came to the opposed male ( & now his apparent handler ), he was almost out of his league. that didn’t mean that steve wanted to give up however, trait of bravery & bordering on stupidity still lingered with his being despite hydra’s corruption but the consequences did leave him pained. crimson oozed from the confines of warming mouth from the punches whilst midsection agonized as if he had broken a couple of ribs, which underneath the circumstance of the assault? wasn’t too dramatic to come to that conclusion.

                    ❛just – just give me a f-fucking minute!❜ ( & he swore he could already hear the soldier’s disappointment in spades ).

                 bucky couldn't stop the slight bitter laugh that escaped his lips, feet then padding along the training mat in order to now loom over steve's frail body upon the ground, gazing down towards him with almost SYMPATHY -- perhaps it was because he felt sorry for him, thinking that he would never be able to become as strong as hydra hoped he would, even with serum induced veins, how could he go from THIS to something akin to the winter soldier himself? or maybe it was because he actually felt BAD, felt some sort of odd sentiment towards him that he knew he shouldn't have and yet, he couldn't make it go away. with a heavy sigh and a shake of the head, he reached down to hit lightly against his shoulder before gesturing for him to get up.

                 ❝maybe we should just call it a day, don't think you can take much more.❞

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          utter paralysis cemented within frazzled veins, unable to even LIFT himself away from bucky’s touch despite the fact his very angered father had just entered the four walls of previous serenity. it was almost as if doing such would mean he was without some form of protection & security that he was aware he would inevitably need, that if the brunette wasn’t around? then steve would end up becoming HURT in far more ways than a simple slap upon the wrist for being intimate & scolding words that would leave him crying. subconscious grasp tugged upon the shirt that opposed as some form of anchor ( please don’t leave, please don’t leave ) as mouth hung agape towards his only parent, confusion running amok as to how he was going to explain something in forms of LIES that would fall flat against his father’s hearing. ❛p-pop – i’m – i’m just playing. we were w-wrestling & i know that’s immature, i know but – but i wasn’t doing anything WRONG, i swear! we were just —-❜ words ceased as the sudden storming of boots upon the carpet made the young boy flinch, shoulders drawing themselves upwards as a form of defense as optics clenched shut for the briefest moment, expecting the act of clenched knuckles pounding into his essence especially from the fact he could smell the looming stench of vodka & beer surrounding him. yet - there was nothing, nothing but the knowledge that whether within a few minutes, or within a few hours, his night was going to become nothing but a sheer NIGHTMARE.

                        ❛you need to go home, barnes, NOW. don’t make me call your fucking mother.❜ ( & the grip upon shirt only became tighter, quaint knuckles turning whitened in the subconscious need for bucky to stay ).

                 the yelling that came from steve's father coupled with the fact that he could feel opposing grasp tightening against his shirt, bucky knew he couldn't leave, no matter what the older male demanded, there was no way he was about to leave and allow the smaller male to face his wrath alone, not if there was something that he could do about it. with one hand remaining tightly held against steve's waist, it was a reassuring gesture that he would stay, that he wouldn't go anywhere unless he was somehow physically MADE to get out; it was the only way he would get up and leave since he refused to do so off his own back. despite how afraid he was of steve's father, bucky merely shook his head for a brief moment before swallowing down a lump of pure fear that had now risen in his throat, blue orbs gazing back towards the terrifying male before eventually finding his voice to speak up. ❝i-it was nothing, it wasn't what you thought, steve's right; we were just w-wrestling and joking around, nothing more or less, mr. rogers! don't make me leave, i -- i won't leave, i want to stay here.❞  he was trying to be as civil as possible, thinking within his own mind that perhaps if he was sweet enough, the opposing male would believe they were merely wrestling and lay off steve a little ---- he could only HOPE.

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          the growl instantly sent another shiver pooling down the base of the asset’s spine ( is this what TRUE weakness felt like ), the warmth that radiated against the places that mattered causing him to become uncomfortable, fidgeting slightly within the bounds of his uniform as he could only stare down towards his pet. there was always the notion of hierarchy between both men, the fact that the captain had GREATER standing than the winter soldier ever could & considering that was making itself evident in the terms of…sexual gesturing? it made the blond feel vastly more powerful under the circumstances than perhaps he should have done, it wasn’t as if his only superior back within hydra walls would call this an act of being a COMMANDER when he was acting like a needy human. not that the asset really knew what was happening or that he cared to think about it, the rest of the surroundings becoming muffled white noise whilst the only focus rested on HIM. ❛—- you look good on your knees, winter.❜ the vocals were husky on their deepened tone, the asset allowing his frame to crouch down slightly so that profile hovered over the muzzled that opposed, warming breath that streamed from confines of his mouth bouncing back from the leather to hit upon his own features. it was breath that was shaken, oxygen that coursed that was down to lust he couldn’t even understand, the captain not even knowing what he was doing before twin-flesh pressed against the muzzle, a kiss that couldn’t be requited but still felt…PERFECT, strangely so, none-the-less.

                 although bucky was used to being pushed around by his superiors and told what to do and when to do it, he had never quite literally been looked down upon in this manner before, knowing that this was entirely sexual since he could feel warmth traveling to places he had never felt it reach before ( at least not that he could quite remember ), able to tell by the demands and actions of the asset opposing him that it wasn't just some sort of usual protocol training regime; this was MUCH more than that, something he had known from the moment he had been told to wear the muzzle. heart was racing, becoming fidgety and uncomfortable beneath the muzzle since he wished it could be removed by the opposing male, especially as he felt the pressure against it that he was now CRAVING was against his own lips, a kiss that left his lips tingling, becoming needy for the intimacy as his fingers itched to merely reach up and pull it off, to yank it away and throw it to the side before throwing himself upon the asset; yet he managed to refrain growls now replaced with audible needy moans instead.

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          the sudden feeling of twin-flesh pressing upon his own ( his first kiss ) threatens to knock the wind completely out of steve, breath catching within the gesture that almost makes him choke & truthfully? he doesn’t know if this is okay - through nerves seeing as he was inexperienced, through fear that perhaps bucky was doing this merely for gossip to talk about with his friends, or something else, there were red flags signalling that he couldn’t do this. that didn’t stop the muffled moan that pools into the contact however, optics fluttering close momentarily as heart beats up a storm within caged chest, an organ that seemed to want to act on whatever affections the taller male was offering, yet his head was a muddled mess of confusion & anxiety that couldn’t shift. steve couldn’t proceed with this & whether it was for a million reasons or just the one, it was enough. it was enough for him to pull away with a softened ‘no…’ flowing reluctantly from tingling lips, it was enough for his weakened palms to shove against opposed chest before taking a few steps away, it was enough for him to regret ever asking bucky to be his damn life-study from the beginning.  ❛p-please just go. please.❜ hands raised upwards in order to rub against the drying paint that covered features now blushing crimson, the lump that had settled within the back of his throat threatening an impending break-down that there was no way he wanted the brunette to witness. maybe it was simply being overwhelmed by a kiss that was his first? steve didn’t know, but like most things that frightened him, he wanted to push them away, far away until he couldn’t see them anymore. ❛i’ll s-see you tomorrow after school, yeah? & we can just – just pretend this never happened.❜

                  as the kiss came to a sudden halt, brows furrowed towards steve since he couldn't understand why he was now breaking the intimacy between them -- had bucky done or said something wrong? had he given off the wrong impression that made the smaller male now uninterested in him? his heart was racing, having never worried about something like this before since well, it had never happened until now. usually when he offered out the kisses towards people, they took it tenfold without any complaints, and even if someone DID pull away, he was never bothered by it and merely stated he wouldn't think about doing such a thing again with them; yet with steve? his mind was going into overdrive just thinking about why he didn't want to be affectionate with him, why didn't he want to keep up a kiss that felt so perfect to bucky? ❝i -- i don't want to forget that it happened...did i make you uncomfortable? i'm sorry, i never m-meant to do that.❞ brows furrowed in frustration towards his own self, scolding himself within his own mind for allowing himself to do something that had evidently make the opposing male nervous and uncomfortable ( not knowing that it had been his first kiss ), and that was most definitely NOT what he wanted to happen upon offering the intimate gesture out towards him. he didn't move however, hand raising to rub nervously against the back of his neck whilst his heart still hammered wildly within confines of his chest.

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lvzarus :

⚡ ⟶                       as molten beams continued to blaze from widened optics, a power that hadn’t been trained for CONTROL, lazarus couldn’t help the complete fear that etched into frazzled veins, frame stepping back from the soldier completely as if the enemy had now become irrelevant. winning a pointless fight was hardly something he could think about when his entire essence was practically on fire, agony channeling that he wanted help with, he would have BEGGED if he could have spoken, pleaded with the hydra-made to stop whatever was occurring, to stop him from hurting. yet - all that spilled was painful cries from quivering twin-flesh, each step that lazarus took backwards causing more of the concrete ground beneath his feet to splinter & crumble until it was nothing but particles of ash. thoughts were cascading ( STOP! STOP! STOP! ), an action that only seemed to fuel the beams that were flourishing from optics, that was until a sudden ferocious FORCE powered outwards, such velocity that as well as burning several layers of rocked ground, lazarus was sent hurtling back several meters to land carelessly upon rubble like a discarded rag-doll. only then did the molten crimson stop, only for the fact hues were now CLOSED in unconsciousness, head whacked upon the concrete knocking him unknowing out for the count.

                  it was like everything was a blur since it had happened so fast, bucky completely taken back by the force at which lazarus had thrown himself back at, frame crashing into the rubble as the crimson that beamed from his eyes eventually stopped and everything came to a silent stand still. confusion was written upon the soldiers face, but he could hardly stand around in awe for very long, he couldn't let himself be confused as the other male was now in a spot of vulnerability that could be taken advantage of. as he lay unconscious, bucky then ran towards him and leaned down to make sure he was most definitely knocked out and wouldn't suddenly start to fight back, instantly grabbing onto both his hands and tying them together to prevent him from breaking free and attacking, ensuring that it was a tight grip due to the bionic limb; and considering the soldier also had one, he knew how powerful they could be even when they had been restrained. he had to get lazarus back to hydra NOW before things sparked up again, he refused to go through any more battles and he most definitely refused to to almost meet his goddamn demise because of a FAILED project, eventually hoisting the other male up from the rubble and pulling him away so that he could be taken back to hydra.

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lvzarus :

⚡ ⟶                       punch after punch heightened the trigger that was DESPERATE to be pulled, something that was rising slowly upon the assaults against muscular arm, but as soon as features were involved & head snapped to the side? red molten beams shone from optics instantly, target resting upon the metallic arm that opposed, causing metal to shine GOLDEN from the heated intensity. lazarus had been in the midst of training his powers before his attempted demise, each session within four walls failing & causing hydra officials as well as the four walls they were surrounded to become nothing but dust; so in this moment, there was no knowing of how to stop. it burned greatly, the agony against hues something that the few month old creation couldn’t quite handle & thus, hands moved downwards away from opposing profile merely to grip upon the soldier’s shoulder as an anchor ( help, help, help! ). he wanted it to stop, he wanted it to be over; not for the enemy’s sake, but selfishly for his own, guttural cry of agony flourishing into the atmosphere before his head bowed, concussions beams boring deeply into the gravel that lay underneath their feet, causing it to crack & splinter as if they were in the midst of an earthquake.

                  the feeling of beams against his metallic limb caused bucky to suddenly let out a cry, frame shifting and wriggling against his touch in an attempt to get himself as far from him as he possibly could, not wanting his abilities to end up being the cause of his demise -- there was no way in hell he was about to let such a thing happen. growls of pure frustration spilled out into the open, using every bit of strength he had within him to eventually move out of the way entirely, frame struggling to stand upright since his arm now felt incredibly weak, something that wouldn't work out very well in his favor and he knew he would have to end this entire thing with lazarus NOW before they could get out of hand again. yet as he attempted to move back to where the other was, he felt like the ground had SHOOK, causing him to stumble slightly as eyes widened -- not fully realizing the extent of lazarus' power until this very moment as he saw the ground quite literally crumble beneath them.

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                       bucky couldn't help but smile softly as he watched and listened to the opposing mile strumming away at the instrument in his grasp, something that was entirely NEW to both of them and it brought a strange sense of happiness to know that they could have these things now, they were no longer forbidden. ❛no, i like it...it's nice that we get to have all this stuff now, huh? it's new, but...nice.❜

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☠ ⟶          ❛i found it in the dumpster behind the motel — you don’t like it?❜ fingers strummed mindlessly upon the acoustic guitar that lay within a lap only covered in boxers, the mere fact the asset ( god, he needed a name, something more human ) was able to listen to music now, let alone learn to play it something he didn’t want to pass up. well - unless bucky detested towards such mindless noise coming from the instrument, head cocking to the side in curious fashion as he spoke. ❛they never let us touch stuff like this…i wonder why.❜

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lvzarus :

⚡ ⟶                      the punches upon his physique hurt & there was no ounce of denying that coursed throughout lazarus’ essence, each hit causing frame to flinch & fold up especially from the bionic limb that was used as a means of a WEAPON; but he couldn’t allow himself to falter. lazarus was weak in ways but he knew his morals, he knew that he needed to stand his ground & fight, thus prompting perhaps the only strength within that was his need to survive. unleashing a predatory growl from snarled twin-flesh, the once-asset could feel a familiar BURN beginning to sting within optics, crimson & sunset glow brewing that he would have had no qualms in beaming towards the other if that was what came to it; even if he didn’t necessarily want to kill people ( steve’s DNA was good for something ) but if it was used for the soldier to back off? then he wouldn’t even hesitate. punches were useless in retaliation, so lazarus allowed strong palms to grasp harshly against opposing features, looking towards features that were prompting dripping in the red that clouded his vision; & if he could work fast enough? maybe the male that opposed would become nothing but ash before long.

                  seeing the red in the others eyes caused bucky to instantly try to maneuver his way out of grasp, refusing to let himself become some sort of victim to his deathly abilities, he was BETTER than that, he was too damn good to let some failed asset be the one to take him down. with a growl escaping the soldier's lips, metallic arm was then swung around to punch against the others arm a few times, hoping that it would then break the hold he had against his profile so that he could get himself away from his eye-line. if hydra were to find out that he had faltered even slightly, that he has allowed lazarus to use his abilities against him in any way whatsoever? he knew that he would be booted without a doubt. being taken down was one thing, but by someone who the organization had seen as nothing more than a failed project? it would only serve to make bucky look even WEAKER than the opposing male and perhaps, he would end up being the one thrown to his death if it were to happen. punches continued to offered out against his arm before attacking his face again, hoping to at least avert his gaze so that he could be free and allow himself to get away.

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lvzarus :

⚡ ⟶                       persistent assaults with opposed bionic limb agonized despite the super-strength that coursed throughout his veins, lazarus’ profile continually snapping to the side with every punch, until crimson began to drip from confines of copper-tasting mouth to line the gravel beneath his feet. the blood was a sign of DEFEAT to most, but for the exiled asset? it was a sign that he was human, a notion to grasp onto when hydra wanted nothing more than to grasp upon his physique once again & mold him back into a creation they could be proud of, a monster that didn’t hold a single ounce of conscious or sense of sentiment asides from the mission brief to kill. lazarus wouldn’t become that figure, he wouldn’t become like him, & if he had to settle himself six-feet-under in order to make that reality? then it was a sacrifice he would be happy to take. frame shifted itself upright, dust brushed off the base of his knees before glancing towards the other soldier, smirk brushing against tanned essence before he stormed forward, bionic limb that matched his enemies own ( why wasn’t there a thought that crept in that maybe it was odd they both possessed the same robotic essence to their stature ) lunging forward in order to unleash devastating bows against the profile that opposed.

                                 & despite the lack of knowledge when it came to vocals, there was only one consistent curse that pooled around lazarus’ mindset, something that he could only deem the winter soldier to be: nothing but a pathetic, little ( bitch ).

                  bucky certainly hadn't been expecting the opposing male to get up off the ground so quick and lunge towards him with fists clenched, the harsh punch against his profile causing the soldier to stumble slightly, which only served to piss him off even more. it was rare that he could even be knocked off his feet at this point, he usually had the upper hand on just about anyone he came into battle with, but seemingly lazarus was different, only further proving the point that hydra made a pretty big mistake in dropping him to what they thought was his death. in all honesty, bucky didn't care much for the man hydra were trying to redeem back into their hands, he wasn't someone he overly liked all that much but since he had been sent here to take him back, he couldn't and he WOULDN'T back down. with a hefty growl spilling from parted lips, the soldier then allowed himself to lunge back towards the other, metallic fists clenched before it started unleashing a fury against opposing features, not stopping for nothing as punch after punch after punch was offered out, bucky now showing absoluteley NO remorse.

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                  the simple one word that spilled from opposing lips only served to piss the soldier off, growl becoming audible as he allowed metallic limb to be pulled back once again in order to deliver yet another hefty punch against lazarus' features. he had been sent here by hydra to bring him back after he had managed to SURVIVE the fall into the ocean, even after they had tried to get rid of him, they now wanted him back to continue experimenting since he obviously  held more strength and abilities than they had first given him any sort of credit for. yet another harsh punch was offered against his profile, bucky now growing even more angered than before at the fact that lazarus was REFUSING to come with him.                       ❛----gonna make me do this the hard way?❜

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⚡ ⟶                       he shouldn’t be alive & both men know that, lazarus’ physique faltering towards the floor from a hefty bionic punch against his features, strength matching against strength that causes him to fall. lazarus presumes that if MURDER was on the cards, it would have happened from a distance, something that he wouldn’t have even seen coming, so this? winter’s approach? could only mean one thing - to take him back to the place that banished him for not learning fast enough. but now? lazarus has become knowledgeable to another word in his childish survival, one that drips in rebellion & the underlying notion that the soldier that opposed can go f u c k himself.

                                  ❛—- NO.❜

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          perhaps this wasn’t the BEST way to spend company with the winter soldier when the captain was meant to be laying low ( being murdered by hydra didn’t exactly give him confidence in returning back to their base ), the mere fact the brunette had come here in direct rebellion of orders something that had unsettled in the first place. it was something he never expected, but that? was far more plausible than whatever was happening right now, not that the hydra-made was complaining, but it was an odd circumstance & for once, strange conundrums were apparently being followed through with no matter what. as far as the asset was concerned, winter still BELONGED to him, he was still the one poised to listen to his commands ( & how that master & pet now fit so accurately in this moment ), the fact demands to hear him bark had been somewhat followed through with causing a soft grunt of approval to fall into the atmosphere. muffled noise was welcomed & caused warmth to trail against parts of his physique that had never been experienced before, were forbidden but maybe just once, he could allow himself to falter. after all - what could hydra do? kill someone that technically was dead?

                      ❛again —-❜ & that singular word is prompted with a slight quiver; is this what lust & attraction did to a man? made him falter in weakened ways that desired to be acted upon? hand clasped tighter against hazel tresses, yanking the soldier’s head back even further in order to expose the ridge of adam’s apple. ❛again!❜

                   there was a slight feeling of being completely NEEDY that now surged throughout bucky's veins and in all honesty, it was incredibly weird for him. he wasn't sure if he had ever felt like this before, he certainly couldn't remember craving someone, wanting them to make him squirm beneath their touch, desperate to feel an intimacy between the two o them -- it was all so new to him considering sentiment and affection was strictly forbidden within hydra bounds. but with the asset? it was like each moment passing, every moment that he would allow his sights to rest upon his handler, every time his hair was yanked further back, it only pushed his cravings to heighten further and further with no sign of being tamed. with the muzzle still firmly against the lower half of his face, words were still a no-go, he couldn't speak, he still wasn't about to BARK, so instead he stuck with the GROWL that seeped from lips. as his head was yanked back once again, a growl instantly became audible on reflex, this time much louder than before and blue orbs were clouded entirely over with lust as he stared up towards his MASTER.

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          shaken breath, labored in unfathomable building lust streamed from parted lips as the asset gazed towards the other, truly finding it a sight to behold even if he didn’t truly understand why. maybe it was the way the soldier looked so perfect caught up within bounds of submission, much like he would have been within hydra restraints ( the handler initiated most of those protocols - from the wiping chair, to cryo, to being hung up on robotic wires for the world to see ), but there was a nestling feeling, a sinking sensation that perhaps it was MORE than that. perhaps a new found kink? but how could that be possible when the captain was as far removed from sexual temptation that he was entirely virginal? regardless, digit reached forward in order to stroke against the underside of opposed chin, able to feel the edging of the muzzle beneath calloused skin ( shiver runs up his spine & for a moment, he swears he can feel something akin to attraction ). ❛did alexander ever force you to bark, comrade?❜ he knew that winter wouldn’t be able to speak, digit that had been underneath chin then moving to grab harshly against brunette tresses, yanking the asset’s profile backwards ( it made him appear more submissive that way ). 

                        ❛bark for me, pup.❜

                   bucky wasn't sure WHAT was bringing this entire situation into play, he wasn't quite understanding why the asset was acting this way towards him in the slightest or where this apparent kink was coming from -- but he most definitely wasn't about to tell him to STOP either ( not like he had much choice since the muzzle stopped him from speaking altogther ). as his hair was grasped onto and his head was yanked backwards, blue orbs gazed up towards his master handler, look of pure LUST now taking over his sights and yet, was he REALLY about to submit so easily and start barking for the asset? of course, he didn't do as was demanded, an incredibly loud and evident growl becoming audible instead -- it wasn't quite a bark, but he wasn't going to give himself up THAT easily.

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          ❛—- you – you already said t-that.❜ words were formed on shaken notion, steve able to hear the utter quiver in his breath upon every inhale & exhale, optics fixated upon the opposed male as if he were nothing but a deer in headlights. he certainly felt that way, physique stilled without any signs of movement even as the paint was booped against the edging of nose, even as bucky stood so damn close to him that he could feel the warming ( & almost overwhelming ) radiance seeping from taller frame. part of the brooklyn-born wished to move away, to declare this as playtime over & they either returned back to painting for his final exam, or they both return home, & yet - there was a part of him that wished the other male would bring himself closer. it was a thought steve almost wanted to SCOLD himself for, especially when he knew that whatever option he chose? whatever road he went down? should surely be told in gossip with all of the jock’s friends & he would end up being bullied come the next morning. yet - the latter choice was more appealing as the seconds rolled on, the smaller not even noticing gaze trailing to the supple lips that opposed, breath audibly hitching in his throat that he couldn’t even realize. ❛you – you already called m-me that, barnes. i –❜  

                  noticing steve's gaze trailing towards his lips caused bucky to smirk slightly, deciding to be somewhat of a tease and allow his lower lip to be drawn back by his teeth, frame then shifting itself closer towards the smaller males own so that there was no longer any space between the two of them. his heart was thumping within confines of his chest, not quite sure WHY steve was able to have such an affect on him like this, but he certainly wasn't complaining about it either, not when all he could think about was grabbing the opposing male and crashing his lips into his own in such a needy manner. this was the last thing he had expected to happen upon agreeing to be the others life model for a damn art project, he had expected to just sit around whilst steve done what he had to do, sure there would be some light conversation here and there to break any awkward silences, but that was about the extent that he expected that situation to get to ---- he certainly hadn't predicted what he would then do next. hand raised to hold against the others profile, blue orbs gazing towards the blonde with a look of slight LUST before quiet and slightly husked words became audible. ❛----i know...but i meant it.❜ and without another word, bucky then leaned in so that his lips could push up against steve's own, lids of blue orbs fluttering closed into a contact that honestly? felt beyond perfect to him, the last thing he wanted to do was pull away, even if this HAD been the last thing he expected to be doing today.

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          slender waist held by strong hands felt undeniably right, almost as if it was ( home ) that was far different, far more perfect than the torture of four walls & the brutal roof that he lived under, that both men were within right in this moment. surroundings were becoming nothing but white noise, motion blur asides from the focal point that lay beneath steve’s physique, the only person & thing that mattered in this moment being bucky. there was no way the blond could have ever envisioned this happening but there wasn’t a shred of complaint that could serve ( even if he held questions within frazzled mind as to why the other male would want to do this in the first place ); not when he was so fucking happy that it was making his heart burst. one hand moved to rest against opposing tresses, raking through the chestnut mane as some form of leverage whilst his other trailed to grip against bionic limb, quaint digits able to feel the frozen metal that resided beneath his touch. not that steve thought of it as a bad thing, on the contrary, it was a bitterness that caused a supple moan to seep out into the open - a noise that was already prompted by the perfect twin-flesh that attacked the weakness of his neck. thoughts streamed that he wanted this, he wanted to be taken in a manner that would previously scare him to even think about, sexual contact still giving him butterflies within his stomach to follow through with; but if bucky was the one he would have his first time with? then steve knew he didn’t want it any other way. well - asides from the sudden burst into the room in the form of his father, light from the hallway illuminating intimacy, disbelief residing within a man that was dripping intoxication & unquestionable DISGUST.

                    ❛what the fuck are you doing, steven?!❜ 

                  he was becoming lost in the moment, hands gripping tighter against steve's waist as his lower half was pushing upwards against the blonde's own in an incredibly needy manner. every sound around them was becoming nothing but muffled white noise besides the noises that fell from steves lips, sounds that were only encouraging bucky to sink his teeth a little further into his neck, leaving behind light markings as a reminder that he was HIS. however, all and any peace was soon quickly shattered as there was a sudden light filling the room, bucky being slammed back down to earth as the door to steve's room was thrown open, the sound of his fathers booming voice now filling the room and in all honesty, he was incredibly intimidated by this man. heart was pounding for an entirely different reasoning now, not even moving from his spot since he was complete shock at what was going on, blue orbs merely widening as he stared back towards the older male, entirely unsure how this situation would play out -- but he was sure it wouldn't be GOOD.

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cvptainhydra :

☠ ⟶          optics twitch towards the sight that befalls, muzzle wrapped around features that strip the soldier from any identity he had left whilst placing FEAR into any that stood in his path. yet for the asset? it was something he had seen before, the leash upon the brunette that seemed PERFECT ( like a dog that was made to be latched onto a collar, match made in heaven ). soft hum of content pools that the hydra-made doesn’t even realize has spilled, not even as frame shifts away from the wall he had been perched upon in order to bridge the gap. warmness envelopes his veins, strange sensations pooling against places that matter that he doesn’t understand ( all this from gazing towards winter? surely not ). & there’s a smirk that forms as bodies are mere inches apart, deadly in intent, lusting in subconscious, words forming that were etched in commands that the handler had never expressed before.                      ❛————— down boy.❜

                     despite the fact that the asset couldn't see, he was most definitely smirking beneath the muzzle, perhaps an odd reaction in response to the demand of being told to get DOWN, but he found an odd amusement and liking in said fact. blue orbs stared back now holding nothing but LUST, a sensation that was forbidden by hydra and yet, bucky honestly didn't give one single fuck about such in this moment, not when he was actually willing to do ANYTHING that his handler told him to. it was with a slight growl however, that he eventually allowed his frame to slowly lower, knees eventually coming into contact with the ground before staring back up at the other with that lustful gaze once again, almost as a silent gesture of; 'what else?'