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Apparition... ReWrite Chapter 2

Chapter One

Chapter Two: ***There's a lot of SMUT HERE****

My whole body hurts.

Every inch, every muscle, every breath.

I don’t know where I am or how I got to where I was.

The only thing I remember is his face. The palest blue eyes I’d ever seen peeking through the darkness of the night. I remember the look of frustration and the way his body radiated retaliation long before he uttered the word. At the thought of it I feel a lump form in my throat and an urge to cry. I may be the last living Pierce, but I wasn’t my father. I just prayed that my blue eyed captor could see that for himself.

Wherever I was, it was quiet, cold, and uninviting. I couldn’t see where I was due to the fitted cloth covering my eyes. I couldn’t scream because of the gag in my mouth. All I could do was sit, my back pressed up against the cold brick of wherever I was. My breathing stops when I hear footsteps moving across the floor.

He was in the room with me. It was then I could feel his eyes on me through the cloth hiding my eyes. I felt weaker with every step forward. His combat boots firm against the wood beneath him. It takes the Winter Soldier one swift movement to pull the cloth from my eyes. I can feel his eyes on me as my eyes struggle to come into focus. It takes several seconds of blinking and controlled breathing to bring me to my senses. And when I do he’s staring at me.

His expression holds intrigue and honest fascination as he looks down at me. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lip as he puts his index finger to his lips. The gesture tells me that I should remain quiet and the look in his eyes tells me I’ll regret it if I don’t. He keeps this look as he moves his hands to untie the gag that had been silencing me.

I don’t make a noise when he touches me, instead I keep my eyes locked with his as he keeps his hands lingering at my lips. His metal hand grips the bottom of my jaw as his non-metal hand traces my lips. He seems to like how plump my lips are and his smirk grows.

“Hello…”

His voice is rougher than I imagined it to be, but somehow it was familiar to me. Sort of like his touch was. He moves his fingers from my lips and unlocks his hold on my jaw before turning his back to me.

“...What’s your name?

He asks when he takes a seat in an empty chair in the middle of the room. I’d been so focused on him that I hadn’t even taken note of my surroundings. At first I don’t respond, I just look at where I am. I’m on a bed, my hands tied behind my back as I’m leaned up against the cold brick walls of the room. The way I’m tied up had been so uncomfortable that I hadn’t even realized that there was a soft mattress beneath me.

“I’m sure you know my name.”

I murmur as my eyes trail down to the outfit I’d chosen to wear to work that day. The way I’m tied up caused the fabric of my black dress to tighten around my breasts. My long, black hair tied into the ponytail it had been in. Once I realize how low cut my dress is I feel his eyes staring there.

“Humor me”

His voice was still raspy when he said this, a low growl embedded beneath the surface. It takes me a moment to look up at my captor, but when I do I feel my heart tug. He’s a handsome man, his long brown hair falling just below his jaw. His eyes were piercing and beautiful, his cheekbones and jaw were perfect. I’d never seen someone more beautiful in my entire life.

“My name is Emilia Pierce. My father was Alexander Pierce. He’s the monster who made you do all those terrible things.”

He nods without saying a single word. His eyes never leave mine and a slight look of bitterness flickers across his face. He knew he’d done bad things, but he also knew he hadn’t done those things of his own free will.

“Why do you think I brought you here?”

The question hangs in the air for a second. My breathing hitches as I try not to cry.

“To hurt me like my father hurt you. To get revenge.”

A cruel grin stretches across his face as he looks down at me. The bitterness that had been there before washes back over him. I don’t know if he agrees with my perspective or if he thinks I’m off base. Either way, I stare back at him with the tension of what he’s going to say next coming to a head.

“I need your help. Hydra didn’t die with your father. There are places all around the world that are doing the same thing your father did. I want to find those places.”

It's when he finishes speaking that I feel the tears that are rolling down my face. Silent beads of liquid that give away my discomfort and overall fear of the conversation we’re having. I had no idea what Hydra was up to or where their secret buildings were. I’d been lucky enough to have been kept in the dark. It was the only kindness my father had shown me.

“I would love to help you, but I don’t know anything. I wasn’t even a part of S.H.E.I.L.D. and I certainly wasn’t a part of Hydra.”

The last part of my sentence amuses him. As if there’s some sort of irony that I didn’t know about. His action confuses me at first, but I try to focus on why I’m here and if my answer had any consequences.

“You know more than you think you do.”

He rasps before standing up from his chair. He moves to me slowly, each move calculating. I immediately clench up and feel myself go stiff with anticipation. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I was going to be ready for whatever it was. When he reaches me, his hands pull me into him, our chests touching as he slowly reaches around my back to untie my hands.

“Don’t think about running.”

He breathes, his lips close to my ear. He pulls the rope off from my hands but only after I murmur a faint,

“I won’t.”

In response to his threat. Once my hands are free, he looks back down at me, our chests still touching. He looks down at me with a flicker of desire in his eyes. A look of thirst as his eyes move to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. There was this strange flicker of remembrance when he touched me. I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted more.

“I’m here to help you with whatever you need.”

My voice is shaky as I respond, shaky because he’s moved his hands to my waist.

“Whatever I need huh?”

Is what escapes his lips as his hands slide from my waist and down my back. He grabs my ass, softly needing as my eyes meet his. My lips part but I can’t make a noise. Instead I just nod, my gaze widens as his metal hand gives my right ass cheek a firmer squeeze. The double meaning behind his words should’ve alarmed me. I wasn’t normally confident enough to engage with someone like this but there was something about this man. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I could feel a connection between the two of us. Was it because we both hated my father? Was it because he hadn’t been touched in all of his years in cryo?

The thought alone makes me sad. Human touch was denied to this man. Instead all he knew was violence and it had been my father’s fault. Especially the recent damage that had been done to this man. Who I dare to study more closely. He had a bruise on the side of his face and a cut on his forehead that must’ve needed stitches. Although, I couldn’t quite figure out who must’ve stitched him up.

The cut on the crown of his head must've hurt and I can tell he’s still sensitive about it because when I move my fingers to run along the wound he tenses up. He grips my wrist firmly with the metal arm, a faint whirring sound comes from it as he moves his hand from my ass. He looks at me with a set jaw and a dangerous flicker of cruel intent. He didn’t want me to touch him. I wondered if it was because of who I was. If maybe he believed I’d hurt him since he thought I knew more than I was letting on.

“Didn’t Daddy ever teach you it's not polite to stare?”

He grumbles after a few more seconds under my gaze. The comment sounds harsh coming out of his mouth. Like a slap on the wrist that told me I’d done too much. He was in control and after so many years under the control of others he wasn’t about to relinquish that to anyone. Let alone the daughter of the man who’d made his life hell.

“Hmm what should I do with you?”

He asks when I move my eyes from his. My moment of stepping out of line had made me shy once again. He feels it too and a low chuckle escapes his lips. My heart seems to beat faster at the sound of his voice and my stomach flutters. I didn’t know why he had this effect on me, but he did. Yes he was attractive and the muscles beneath his form fitted black crew neck wasn’t hard on the eyes, but there was something deeper here and I couldn’t figure out why.

“Do you like what you see Miss Pierce?”

His voice is dripping with suggestion, and it makes my breathing hitch. I hadn’t realized that I was staring at his body long enough for him to notice, but then again he was an assassin and they picked up on all of the small details.

“I’ve been thinking…”

He starts, pausing only to make sure my eyes are locked with his once more.

“...The best start to my revenge would be to fuck the daughter of the man who ruined my life…”

At this my lips part and I know shock moves across my face. I knew that’s what he was gearing up to. With all of the touches and the double-meaning, but I hadn’t expected him to say it so plainly.

“... You married sweetheart?...”

He asks and I shake my head ‘no’ quickly. Probably a little too quickly but it didn’t matter. He could feel it too, whatever was going on between the both of us.

“...Do you want me to fuck you? It's got to be consensual. I may be a monster, but I would never force someone into something they didn’t want to do.”

I breathe slow deliberate breaths. I feel like my head is spinning. When I woke up this morning I had no idea my day was going to go down like this. His words echo in my mind for a moment. He wouldn’t force someone into something they didn’t want to do? I felt a bitter moment of sympathy. He’d been forced to all sorts of things he didn’t want to do, but he wouldn’t do that to me. I was thankful Hydra hadn’t ruined his moral compass.

“Yes, you can do whatever you want to me.”

I pause as he moves his hands to my hair tie. He undoes it and it causes all my long black hair to cascade down my back. Spirals and curls falling around my face. He smirks once it's down and pulls away so he can look at me. He fully takes me in, his eyes filling with lust. There’s something about the way that he looks at me that feels familiar, like he’d seen me like this before and he enjoyed the view.

He moves his hands to his shirt and pulls the fabric up over his head. In one swift motion he reveals his whole torso and it's a sight that I’d never seen before. He looked so perfect even with the old scars his body held. Every inch was perfect. I try not to stare too long because I don’t want him to make another comment about my staring. The shirt is discarded to the floor and I can feel his eyes on my black dress. Without speaking a word I turn my back towards him, revealing my zipper.

“Could you please unzip me?”

I ask in a whisper, my voice small. He’s amused by this.

“Aw a Pierce that knows how to say please? That’s adorable.”

I feel my cheeks redden at the comment, but he’s right. My dad had been a terrible man, even to me and my mom. In fact, when my mother died I was almost jealous. She’d gotten away from him and was free. The Winter Soldier pulls the zipper down slowly, his lips nearing my neck as he whispers;

“Who knew someone as vile as your old man could have a daughter that looks like you...”

He murmurs as his lips move to my neck. My eyes flutter closed at the touch and I feel the fabric of my dress fall down around me. I’m still kneeling at the edge of the bed and my captor is standing behind me.

“... I mean, you’re absolutely stunning.”

A growl moves past his lips as his fingertips move to the back of my bra. It takes less than a second for him to unclasp the bra and throw it across the room. He guides me to face him, my body still kneeling before him as he takes me in. It had been a long time since anyone had seen this much of me. And the way he’s staring at me was almost too much. I was feeling insecure and he could tell.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you.”

He rasps, his hands pulling me out of the bed and my bare chest is up against his. My bare feet find the floor beneath me and his large hands hold me in place. The dress that had been caught on my kneeling knees fell to the floor. We stare at each other with ragged breath, my panties already soaked through from the tension that had been building between the two of us. He smirks down at me as he lets go of me long enough to bend down and take his combat boots off followed by his fitted pants and boxers. Once he’s fully naked in front of me I can’t help but look at him. His cock is rock hard and bigger than I’d ever had before. He knows where my eyes are and I know it amuses him.

I watch him in caution as he moves to sit on the bed beside me, his hands on either side of my hips. I still had my nude lace underwear on, but I could tell he wanted to remove those next. I feel embarrassed as he moves his hands to my underwear, slowly sliding them down my legs. He takes a look at them and then back up to me.

“Did I make you this wet?”

He asks. Once he’s reached the bottom of my legs I step out of the underwear and stand before him fully naked. His fingertips trail up my legs slowly before tracing the inside of my thighs. I can feel him growing more and more pleased the closer he gets to where I need him most. He enjoys feeling how wet I was.

I can feel his eyes on me as his metal hand traces the outside of my clit with slow deliberate motions. I can practically feel my legs buckle from his touch and he’s soaking in every single second of it. He continues watching me as he slides one finger into me.

“Oh James.”

I moan suddenly, my hands reaching out to his shoulders for some sort of support. I half expected him to get mad at me for touching him, but he didn’t. I think he was too amused by the look of shock that moved across my face. His finger was cool, but the way he moved it inside me made my stomach tighten into knots. He felt so good, so good that I hadn’t realized I’d said his real name. It was a slip-up, but I figured he had the right to hear his real name on my lips. Not the one Hydra had picked for him.

He slides another finger inside of me when he feels me getting closer to an orgasm. With his fingers still inside of me he drags me down onto the bed with him, my body standing between his thighs.

“You feel so good James.”

I feel breathless as I hide my face in the crook of his neck. His fingers continue to wage war on my pussy. I could feel my need to cum building and building.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name like that.”

He groans as he stills his actions and removes his fingers from my needy pussy. My body aches with sadness when he does this. I was so close, why did he stop? Before I have the chance to say anything I feel him shift me in his lap. My head is still hidden in the crook of his neck when I feel it, the head of his cock right at my entrance. He teases me for a second noting the way my breathing stops with anticipation.

“...I’ve never had this much fun getting revenge before…”

James makes sure to whisper this in my ear, as he slowly sinks his cock into me a tiny bit more before pulling back out. I whimper at the loss once more.

“...What would your daddy say if he knew?”

My lips tremble against his collarbone when he says this. My body just wants him to fuck me. To stop teasing and just give me what I want.

“Please…”

I moan when he sinks his cock in a little deeper than the last time. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I just wanted him to do what he wanted, because I trusted that whatever it was, it would feel good. A dark chuckle passes his lips when I whisper this. He brings his non-metal hand up left breast and gently massages it, an action that causes my breathing to stop once more.

“...Please, I'll do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want, but I need you. I can’t take anymore teasing.”

He toys with my nipple and hums along with my pleading moan. Almost like he’s debating on if he should or not.

“Do you promise to help me get everything I want?...”

He starts, his cock slowly aligning with my soaked sex. It feels so good to have him there, but I still wanted him inside of me. I needed him inside of me.

“...You promise not to run off? I’d hate to have to keep you chained up. I don't want to see a pretty little thing like you locked up.”

He sinks a bit more into me. And it feels so good, but I know I need to respond if he’s going to give me what I want.

“I promise, I’ll help you get everything you want. I promise not to run off. I promise… Please James. I can’t do this for much longer.”

He hums along once more before sinking into me fully without warning. A moan passes my lips without any hesitation and it’s music to his ears. He holds me firmly against his lap as he thrusts into me. Keeping my head in the crook of his neck I let him pound into me, my mind overwhelmed by the sheer amount of bliss I’m feeling. He’s so big, but the way he filled me up was perfect, almost like we were made for each other. He continues his relentless thrusting, but he doesn’t allow me to remain with my face hidden from his. His metal arm pulls my hair seductively and forces me to look at him as he thrusts inside of me.

The moment he sees the look of pleasure on my face, he guides my lips to his. I don’t know what it was, but the moment he kissed me I felt everything between the two of us heighten. His thrusts grow more erratic as I deepen the kiss, my tongue meeting his. I could feel myself getting closer to cuming with every passing thrust, but I didn’t want to. He was in control and I was going to try my damndest to let him have that control.

“You want to cum for me?...”

He groans against my lips as if he can read my thoughts. A faint hmm passed my lips with confirmation. I wasn’t able to form any real words at this point. But I wasn’t able to hold it much longer the moment he whispered;

“...Then do it sweetheart.

Against my lips. We both came at the same time, perfectly in sync as if we’d planned it. He presses me firmly against him as I feel his cock twitch inside of me, filling me completely. I’m so out of breath, and I can feel my cheeks redden as we watch each other. We are both trying to catch our breath as his cock twitches one final time.

A silence fills the air around us once we’ve finished, our naked bodies still entangled. His eyes leave mine as he glances over my body once more. A look of satisfaction moves across his face as he studies me.

I expect him to say something, to push me away now that he’s done with me, but instead he brings his lips mine. The kiss is slow, deliberate, and instantly reminds me of the dream I’d had in my office. He’s cautious, and manipulative in how he kisses me. Like he’s trying to be caring even though I know I’m just a tool for his revenge against Hydra.

“Miss Pierce…”

He breathes once our kiss is broken and he leans his head against mine.

“...I think I’m going to enjoy having you around.”

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His breath was hot on my neck.

His lips dangerously close to my ear.

“Are you sure you want to start this? Because if we start I’m not going to want to stop.”

Lust dripped from his voice, thick with tension and desire. I’d never thought he would speak to me like this. Never, after all of our sessions together. All the long nights speaking with him, learning from him, did I think I would find myself here. Here with his body pressed against mine, his chest rising and falling against my back with desperate need.

“Yes.”

It was the only word I could mutter, the only breathless statement I could make. How else could I respond to this man? I couldn’t form the words to tell him what I really wanted him to do.

Fuck me.

Was what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t and he knew it. A dark, breathy chuckle brushed past his lips. Lightly he brought his hands to the front of my blouse, his hands slowly unbuttoning the white buttons. I can feel his smirk as he does this, he was going to be slow about this.

Deliberate.

Once he had the buttons undone, his fingertips lightly guided their way along my breasts. I touched them so lightly that I felt like I could’ve imagined his fingers.

“I can only do this if you promise me something…”

He rasps as his fingers continue along my chest.

“... If you promise me that you’re mine. Mine and no one else's.”

It was a simple enough request. The way he’d made me feel was unlike anything else. He was older than me, more experienced than I could ever be. I was sure he was. I honestly didn’t feel like anyone else in this entire world could make me feel the way he did. No one else could make me this desperate for more.

“Are you going to say it Princess? Or do I need to leave?”

The thought of him leaving me here, like this full of need, panties wet before he’d even started doing anything officially, made me sick.

“No…”

I whimpered. His fingers slipping into my bra, his fingers toying with my hardened nipple.

“... I’m yours James. Only yours and no one else’s.”

I awoke with a gasp. My breathing ragged, my heart pumping. My eyes dashed around my office wildly as if someone had seen the dream I was having. I could feel the blush moving to my cheeks, but there wasn’t anyone else in the office. No one peered through the glass walls or the door that led to my office. Instead I was alone and the lights were off. The rows of desks and office chairs that were all empty. I’ve been a personal secretary for the Virginia Press ever since I moved to D.C. at the age of nineteen. But in all my years I had never fallen asleep at my desk this late into the night. Nor had I ever had a dream quite like that in my workplace.

I could still feel the touch of this mystery man on my skin. A strange familiar fire that I hadn’t known for years. Who was James? I thought to myself. Even in my dream I didn’t see his face, only felt him.

Like a ghost without a face.

I let my mind think about it for a moment before I realize why that name sounds familiar. James Buchannan Barnes. The winter soldier. Captain America’s best friend. I feel dread when I think of this man. Only because I knew all about who he’d been… what he’d done… what my father made him do.

Alexander Pierce wasn’t an easy father to have. He expected more from me, more than journalism and a love for writing. He’d been distant and absent at times in my life. Throwing money at the problem (me) instead of just loving me. He’d been so many awful things, but I had no idea he’d been working for Hydra…

It was only fitting that I was the one to break the news in our publication. An issue that was an instant best seller. I mean who wouldn’t want to read the tales of woe from the daughter of a man with so much power? Who’d missed the signs that her father was a monster? I wrote it from an honest place and detailed everything he did to Captain America, Nick Fury, and the others who were involved.

After the issue was published I was visited by Nick Fury. He handed over hundreds of boxes full of Hydra intel. He didn’t care if I exposed it all, he just wanted me to know who my father really was and to see if I could help with the open investigation of what happened during Project Insight. I had nothing to offer him, but he did warn me of one thing; the Winter Soldier could come looking for me. He didn’t elaborate why or how he’d come to this conclusion, but he warned me.

“I’ve known you since you were born, Emilia. I worry about you and I worry about you more now that the entire world knows the truth about who your father is. I’ve wired money to your trust in my name. It’s really your father’s but I wanted to make sure you got it. That you were taken care of, it’s not your fault that he was a monster.”

He’d said this in a hushed tone, his body aching from the wounds he’d just received from the attack last week.

“... I doubt that Bucky Barnes would hurt you, but the Winter Soldier, he might have a vendetta against the last living member of the Pierce family.”

It was a warning at the time, but after the dream I had, my mind seemed to have another idea of Mr. Barnes. I mentally scoffed at this idea as I peered down at my watch and saw the numbers 3:00 flashing back at me. Deciding that I needed to go home and sleep in my bed like a proper human. I got up from my desk, threw my phone in my purse and grabbed my car keys. I left the office and fled to the nearest elevator I could find. I hit the ground floor button and waited, my body on autopilot the whole time.

This was the same routine that I’d been going through for the last six years. A 24 year old woman walking alone at night is normally a scary thing, but I was too tired to notice. Nothing had happened in the years that I’ve been here, why would something happen tonight? The elevator door dings open when I reach the ground level.

My healed covered feet clicked with each step I took from the elevator to the dark pavement of the parking garage. There were dozens of cars down here so I must not have been the only person who stayed late in the building, maybe just the only one on my floor. I walk further into the parking garage, my eyes looking for my silver Honda Accord, but I don’t make it far before something causes me to pause. Something strange tugs at me and makes my stomach turn. Everything was silent until the faintest sound of metal lightly scraping against metal echoed through the parking garage. The sound alone makes chills go up my spine, goosebumps appearing on my arms.

I glance over my shoulder and feel my discomfort reach a whole new high. In the dim lighting of the parking garage is a silhouette, a silhouette of a man.

His eyes find me through the dim light, a pair of blue orbs haunt me the moment our eyes meet. His hair hangs in his face, his gaunt cheekbones sharp as he clenches his jaw. He’d come for me just like Nick Fury had predicted.

I know I should run or at least try to, but I don’t. I knew I wouldn’t get far. He smirks as if he can read my mind. He watches me closely as he puts his index finger to his lips, a gesture that tells me screaming might be a bad idea. I watch him as he walks towards me, the dim light catching the metal of his left arm. He walks swiftly, calmly, and silently.

He’s much taller than I’d realized he was going to be, my neck craning up to look at him once he’s reached me.

“W-What do you want?”

I whisper for only him to hear. The smirk he’d been wearing seems to grow at the sound of my voice, as if he’s pleased to hear the fear it holds. He grabs me, his firm grip breaks me out of my haze. His eyes hold a sadness I’ve never seen before, but there is a cruelty to his smile as he mutters one word.

“Revenge”

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