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Nothing But Trouble | 1

Summary: Belonging to a mafia family wasn't something you were interested in. The moment you were given the opportunity to jump ship, you did. Yet, somehow, you were in the pockets of every syndicate in New York City. More importantly, Brooklyn's Commandos and their leader practically kissed the ground you walked on. But betrayal always tastes bitter. But Bucky never expected the first real love he's ever had to be behind the trigger of that betrayal. However, you keep maintaining your innocence.

THIS IS A DARK(ish?) FIC!

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Assault. Violence. Mentions and depictions of Non-Con and Dub-Con. Psychological Trauma. Not Canon Compliant. Manipulation. Hydra.

Pairing: mob!Bucky x reader, eventual Stucky x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I don't really know if anything about reader's race will be brought up but I like to always note that at the beginning because black readers deserve stories too so if hair or culture does start to get brought up, it doesn't just come out of nowhere.

(Series Masterlist coming soon)

Mob life was never really your thing. Surprising, considering who your family was. The Rumlows ran their territory with an iron fist. You weren’t sure if you were the number one crime syndicate in New York City but your family was definitely in the top three. When people muttered about The Avengers Syndicate, the HYDRA family’s name appeared right behind them. So, it was a shock to the world of organized crime when HYDRA’s princess invited them all to a gala.

The gala was nothing new. Balls made for perfect neutral territory no matter where they were held. And you had done a good job of inviting so many random citizens that there would be no justifiable way for anyone to start something that could only be ended with violence. Slightly tipsy and with full bellies, the heads of all the families — along with some of their children — happily obliged your request to meet in the private conference room of the hotel that the gala was being thrown at.

They had expected this to happen once they realized that you planned the gala for the same night as your sixteenth birthday. It was a common date for their children to choose. Either the 16th, 18th or 21st birthday. Eyes went wide as you pulled off your gloves and took off your necklace and bracelet with your family’s symbol.

“I’m going to culinary school. I don’t know if I’ll be accepted here or not but wherever I go for school, I’m coming back to New York afterwards and I want to open a bakery. If you ever need to make a deal when my father has passed then please speak with my brother and not me.”

Eyebrows raised. Brock was adopted when your parents found out that both of them had fertility issues that made conception near impossible. Not impossible enough because only a couple of years after adopting Brock, they had you. A lot of families wondered if he was going to be kicked to the curb but he stayed just as loved as he was before you. It was no secret that you were going to take over the family as the biological child.

However, when you confessed to your older brother that you didn’t want this life, Brock was overjoyed at the chance to be the head of the family. He made it a mission throughout middle school and most of high school to come up with a plan for you to get the life you wanted. You felt confident enough in his plan to host a gala and enact it.

“I’d like to propose my bakery as neutral territory. A token of good faith and belief in my words. I’ll open it away from Harlem, in one of your territories, and pay a protection fee split amongst all the syndicates. If you need to make a business deal or discuss plans, please feel free to use my space as a permanent neutral settlement. No appointments needed. A code to the backdoor will be provided.”

“Who’s territory are you suggesting?” one of the women asked.

“Whoever will have me? I’m willing to move into an owned building or pay an additional rental fee simply for being there.”

You were surprised at how many families were suddenly interested in what you were proposing. From the other end of the table, your brother gave you an approving nod. No one received a reply the night of the gala. Your family took time to look at everyone’s proposals and deals. In the end, your parents believed that it would be smart to pick one of the more central territories in Manhattan even if it involved higher charges. A central location that was convenient for all of the mobs was more likely to keep you safe no matter what. And that was how you found yourself working in Chelsea for years.

Was your bakery the most popular in the city, let alone the neighborhood? No. But it was stable with lots of customers and plenty of regulars. And true to your word, the back door was always available. It was a rocky start at first. You sometimes forgot and thought people were breaking in. Sometimes the mobs would forget that you were running a completely legitimate business and weren’t spying when you would stumble into the backroom for another bag of flour. But the flow you settled into was one that offered you complete comfortability.

There was now a shelf for guns right by the door whenever they entered, knives were still allowed as long as they weren’t throwable. You added a little tv in the room that connected to some of your security cameras so they were aware that you were coming in. One of your little neon signs that almost blended in with all the other decor only lit up when the rooms in the back were in use. All in all, it was a good situation. You thought as much even as you nearly jumped out of your skin when you looked up from the display case to see Steve Rogers walking in like he owned the place despite the ungodly hour.

Steve smirked as he waited for you to finish up your little decorating and start up the espresso machine. He wasn’t sure why you were so afraid of him, although he had a few ideas. He never bothered to clean up before showing up to any meetings which meant more than once you’d seen him covered in blood splatters. Or maybe it’s because you happened to be picking up a flour shipment at the actual manufacturing warehouse at the same time that the Avengers were interrogating a man. Steve laughed to himself at that memory.

None of the guards watching out front had warned you of the scene inside. Everyone important knew your face. So while the Avengers were prepared for you, you were unprepared for them. Sam had finished handing Steve a thicker pair of pliers before asking what you needed.

You feebly held up your receipt as you watched the man in the interrogation chair get another one of his fingernails ripped out by Steve. The Avengers all chuckled at the squeak that left you when the man’s nose crunched underneath the blonde’s fist. You were only able to look away when Sam came back with a wagon full of flour, telling you to just leave the money for the factory owners on the table with the torture tools. They almost thought you could have been a track star with how quickly you ran out of the building.

“Here,” you said, trying to steady your breathing. “Mr. Barnes’ usual and dark roast cappuccinos for everyone else.”

“Thanks, doll.”

He was almost out the door when you suddenly called his name. You came from around the counter with an envelope in hand.

“I almost forgot, I’m going out of town for a family vac— I mean for personal time.” Steve snorted at your horrible attempt to cover up that you accidentally told him the entire Rumlow family was going to be out of New York at the same time. You delicately placed the envelope between the coffees in the drink tray.

“There will be a temporary employee here and he doesn’t know about all this. He’s already been given specific instructions and I moved all of the ingredients to the hallway and locked the room door on my side but he doesn’t know about the money either. Can you make sure all the fees go to everyone, please?”

“What am I your little errand boy now?”

“N-no, no I’m sorry, I ju—”

“Rumlow, relax. I’m just fucking with you. Everyone’ll get their money, can’t have the best bakery going under for some stupid shit. See you when you get back from your… personal time.”

Steve walked out with the coffees, leaving the bakery empty once again. While your bakery had never crossed anyone, Bucky still only trusted his closest friend to pick up his drink. There was a small but real possibility that someone might tie you up in the storage room and poison your inventory just to get back at someone without being caught easily. Or that one of his own was bought out and replaced his coffee with something else. Or a whole host of reasons Bucky could think about. So, every morning he sent the second in command to head into Chelsea specifically for the team’s coffee.

Most of your regulars were, in fact, syndicate members. The neutral territory meant that you could be trusted for a meal with no questions asked. Most of your menu was at request of them. They did good on keeping their neutral meeting ground safe and afloat. Which is why you were surprised to see Bucky Barnes himself and the heads of nearly every other syndicate in New York City sitting in the cafe portion of your bakery when you and your brother walked in the morning that you got back from your vacation.

“You can’t just be hiring anyone when you want to take a vacation, Rumlow. Your little employee was busted stealing from the safe. One of Drysdale’s men,” Bucky said, throwing your brother the bags of money stolen from your safe.

Your blood ran cold. Ransom Drysdale was well known to you. He wasn't from New York which meant he didn't play by New York rules. It wasn't common to be messed with from outside the territory but lately Boston syndicates wanted a piece of the real estate that was New York crime. You wanted nothing more than to play the dumb little naive girl about why your bakery was a target but you couldn't. You left the inner workings of mob life but you never left the life completely.

Not when you struck this deal so you could pretend to be a normal civilian. Not when you allowed the storage rooms to be meeting places. And not when you were the only business not directly owned by a syndicate that they could scrub clean their dirty laundry through. The obnoxious amount of money in your safe was a testament to that.

It shouldn't have been there. And even if you were the most famous bakery in New York, it should have been deposited properly in the bank before the amount got too large. But no, you agreed to exchange the money bit by bit whenever customers paid and give the syndicates clean money they can use without raising suspicion. Another way to ensure you were protected but a dirty job nonetheless. All these little things add up if someone looked hard enough. Clearly the Drysdale's, maybe more Boston mobs, had been looking.

“From now on, our men work here. Pick as many as you like. You need something, you tell them and they'll report back to us. Got it?”

All you could do was nod. You were very aware of the new nickname that had been whispered behind your back for years now. You went from being HYDRA’s princess to the syndicates’ princess. It was something you would roll your eyes at before but now you actually felt like it was a nickname come true. Here you were in the middle of the bakery with the offer of nearly every man and woman in the city’s syndicates to be at your disposal.

“Whoever you choose, I’m reassigning Zemo and Pierce,” Brock said. “They arrive before you start work and they don’t go home until you lock up.”

“I don’t need babysitters.”

Your brother snorted. “You think you would have outgrown this stubbornness. They’re bodyguards not babysitters. What if next time Drysdale’s men show up you’re here, huh? It’s not forever, okay?”

“Two months.”

“It’s not going to be that quick either. They’ll stay out of your way.”

“Fine.” You went back to facing the other families. “Um, I’ll take Peter, MJ, and Wanda if that’s alright?”

“Perfect,” Tony and Bucky said at the same time.

You figured it was safe to use their people. The Starks and Barneses were essentially one family even if they denied it. Everyone was well aware of their ironclad alliance and the fact that they both worked under the Avengers identity — Bucky in charge of Brooklyn’s Commandos faction and Tony in charge of Tribeca’s SHIELD faction. In their entire existence, there was only one mild fallout that occurred and was resolved before the holidays even came. You knew their men got along and figured that would be nicer to deal with daily rather than near warring factions.

“Parker and MJ will pick up Wanda every morning. They’ll be here by opening,” Tony ordered, looking to Bucky to see if it was okay with him. “Great. See you tomorrow, Rumlow, get some shut eye.”

The first week of your new life wasn’t easy. Unlike what your brother had claimed, you were very aware of Zemo and Pierce’s presence. To their credit, they did try. But you were aware of their every movement. At least teaching your new employees wasn’t so bad. Wanda and Peter seemed to really enjoy baking. MJ, despite the near permanent scowl, had great customer service. And the three of them weren’t complaining at all when you made them every meal fresh. Neither were their bosses. Every time Peter, MJ, and Wanda came to headquarters, they brought huge catering boxes with them.

Bucky rolled his eyes as everyone dug in like rabid animals. Although, his curiosity was piqued at the newest dessert sitting in the corner of the box. He wouldn’t admit it but Bucky was starting to develop quite the sweet tooth, specifically for your bakery. He knew every dessert on the menu. And these cherry tarts were new. He blinked when Wanda set the dessert in his hand.

“She made this for you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, her brother is hosting some large party for New Years’ and plans on inviting everyone. Y/N wants to know everyone’s favorite desserts and I might have mentioned that you liked cherries. There’s a survey in here somewhere to fill out.”

“Since when were you on a first name basis with Rumlow?” Nat asked, taking another croissant to hide away for later.

“She’s so nice,” Wanda gushed. “Mob life was definitely not made for her. Poor thing couldn’t even remember how to handle a gun properly until MJ showed her.”

“Are you serious?”

The woman nodded. “She said it’s been ages since she last handled one. Her family isn’t too pleased about that.”

The Commandos all nodded. Your family wasn’t wrong. Self-defense was still important to know even if you never had to worry about it between all the syndicates watching over you. Bucky bit into the cherry tart, savoring the flavor, as he made a mental note to ask if you needed a gun safe for the bakery. There was no way he could ever let a place with such amazing pastries go under.

The cherry tart wouldn’t leave Bucky’s mind no matter how much he wanted it to. Sam and Steve wouldn’t stop sharing knowing looks behind his back or teasing him to his face. They weren’t sure if it was truly the dessert or the baker behind it. Their friend could deny it all he wanted but they knew the truth. It was confirmed when Bucky was up earlier than he ever had been before, telling them that he was coming with them to get the coffee.

“Welcome to Th— oh, hello, Mr. Barnes,” MJ said, making you turn with a quickness from the display tray that you were setting new cookies in.

“We were thinking of sitting in today. Would it be too much to trouble you for some pancakes, doll? I know you took those off the menu a few months ago.”

“No trouble at all,” you blurted out. “I’ll be right on it, Mr. Barnes.”

“Take your time.”

He settled into the booth closest to the counter and kitchen. Up close, Bucky could see what Wanda meant. It was almost hard to believe that you were Brock’s sister. Rumlow had never even stuttered in the presence of others but you were a nervous wreck. Maybe it was wrong of him but he found it kind of endearing. Not the nerves themselves but just how the deer-in-headlights look made you even prettier. A sort of softness that contrasted against the gruff of his everyday life.

You came back out with a tray of drinks and pancakes. The three men noticed how you refused to look Bucky in the eye but also avoided getting too close to Steve with a vengeance. Sam was the safe option. The only naturally friendly face. Sometimes you weren’t sure how he was in the mob. There didn’t seem to be a darkness or violence behind his eyes like with the others.

If they weren’t afraid of scaring you, they might have laughed when you noticed the bit of blood on Steve’s rings and gasped way louder than you intended. The blonde pocketed the jewelry, muttering that he must have forgotten. Neither Bucky nor Sam could understand why Steve scared you so much. Sure, he was usually the one getting his hands dirty but your brother’s work wasn’t exactly nice and clean. Of course, they didn’t know that you had never discussed family work whenever you visited your parents or brother.

You gasped for a second time when you realized that nearly jumping out of your skin at the sight of the bloodied rings caused you to spill some coffee right onto Bucky. He froze up when you grabbed his metal arm without hesitation, dabbing it dry with as many napkins as possible. Even Sam and Steve stopped smiling to just watch the scene in front of them. No one but them had ever touched Bucky’s prosthetic. Not only was it a sore spot for the mob boss but it simply freaked others out. He was the prototype for Stark Industries latest start-up in partnership with Wakanda’s outreach program.

Tony saw a way to kill two birds with one stone back in the day. He earned the cleanest and most legitimate business possible in the tech field with this partnership, washing his money through a foreign country without raising an ounce of suspicion from law enforcement. And he also had a token of good faith to make up with the Commandos. Bucky received the very first iteration of their prosthetic arms, with a lot more tech than what was going to hit the market.

Everyone was aware of the extra perks in Bucky’s model and that made them hesitate to get close to him. But you didn’t even think. You just reached for the metal limb and tried to clean it off before any coffee got into the grooves between plates.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes. I di—”

Bucky covered your hand with his other one, taking the napkin. “It’s fine, doll. Thank you.”

You nodded. “I’ll be back with a refill for your coffee. On the house.”

When you came back, Bucky couldn’t help himself. He lightly touched your elbow under the guise of keeping you steady so you wouldn’t spill on him again. All three men observed how you didn't flinch at all at his touch. It was almost like you didn't even notice the metal. Steve and Sam gave each other knowing looks. Even if he didn't admit it now, they knew Bucky was going to be a goner for you.

Their friend wasn't shy by any means. He had plenty of men and women over the years, especially women, before the accident. That didn't stop just because of his new limb but Bucky was aware of how it made all the interactions different. Even the workers at his clubs couldn't help themselves but freeze up or flinch when the vibranium brushed against them unexpectedly.

Throughout the impromptu sit-down breakfast, Bucky kept finding reasons to touch you with his metal arm. Sam shook his head in exasperated fondness. You were being tested and you didn't even know it. And with each stage of the test, you passed in a way Bucky had never experienced before outside of his immediate inner circle.

Ever since that morning, Bucky incorporated eating proper breakfast at your bakery before it opened into his schedule at least three times a week. He would go every day if duty never called. But he never went long without showing up, even once the holidays rolled around. Sometimes it was just him, other times him and part of his inner circle. Steve and Sam tagged along the most frequently. You had gotten used to seeing the mob boss at the table near your counter that seemed to be his permanent spot in the cafe. So used to the sight that even his second in command didn't frighten you anymore.

You were still scared of Steve but it was more of a wariness than a proper fright. You knew what he was capable of and that didn't just go away overnight. But now, you no longer gasped at the suddenness of his arrival or flinched at every one of his movements. You simply avoided orbiting too close and rarely met his eyes if you had spotted any blood or dirt on his clothes. It wasn’t right for them to revel in it. But, Steve did like knowing that he still had a fearful reputation. Amongst other mob members, especially his own team, it was hard to tell if he still had that edge sometimes. You more than confirmed that for him.

However, he and Sam didn’t get how you weren’t afraid of Bucky. Or more specifically Bucky’s arm. If Clint brought a shiver up your spine when you almost brushed against the hidden knives in his jacket sleeve then surely the very obvious and very deadly hunk of vibranium that rested on the table and drummed its fingers should have had you running for the hills. It was a couple of days before the New Years’ Party that your brother was throwing and Sam couldn’t take it anymore. He had to know the truth no matter how much glaring he would receive for the next few weeks.

“How come you never jump whenever metal man puts his hand on you?”

“Huh?” You looked down to see Bucky’s fingers retreating quickly from where he held your elbow steady as you prepared pour over coffee for their table. “Am I supposed to be afraid of a prosthetic?”

“Most people are,” he murmured quietly, blue eyes narrowed at Sam instead of focused on you.

“Well, that’s fucking dumb.” You ignored the snorts that came from all three of them. “You’re right-handed, aren’t you, Mr. Barnes?”

“Yes.”

“Then people should be more afraid about your knife skills and trigger finger rather than an arm that can be thrown in the dishwasher.”

Neither Steve nor Sam could hide their laughter. Even MJ, Peter, and Wanda were snickering in the back. The only thing Bucky could do was give you a lazy up-down, not even trying to hide that he was doing so. Sure, he might have finally admitted the other day that he kept coming because you were attractive. But he never gave his fantasies any thought past bending you over the bakery’s counter and fucking you until your legs were shaking and you’d have to be carried to the car for round two back in his bed. You seemed too naive or fearful past that, even if Wanda testified otherwise. But here in front of him was a bit of that wit that he heard about. And Bucky really liked it.

“Doll, this thing is too precious for the dishwasher.”

You scoffed. “I’ve washed necklaces worth more than that in my dishwasher since I was seven. Opal, soft stones. Never damaged. I think a little vibranium will be just fine. Would you like to try it, Mr. Barnes?”

The entire bakery went quiet when you held out your hand expectantly. MJ had half a mind to jump over the counter and pull you into the kitchen before you got hurt. Steve was preparing to talk his friend off the ledge while silently communicating with Sam to get ready to push you anywhere but within their friend’s reach. No one touched Bucky Barnes’ arm without his permission. And no one had ever requested he remove it.

Even Steve and Sam rarely saw him without it in the privacy of their own home. Not a single one of his lovers were given the privilege, having never gone far enough in the relationship for him to grant them that. Bucky just stared at your hand for a moment before flitting back up to your face. There was no teasing, no hint of malice, no demands. And yet he felt like he was being commanded nonetheless. As if you knew he would hand it over simply because you asked for it.

One corner of his mouth started to pull up. Bucky knew exactly what he was about to declare with such a simple gesture. He knew he was fucked and yet he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he was sure that he might be enjoying it.

“You’re trouble, princess,” he said, twisting ever so slightly on the arm so it would pop out. “And it’s Bucky.”

“I’ll be right back, Mr. Ba— Bucky.”

You cradled the arm gently, setting it in the top shelf of the dishwasher. As if it was one of your speciality bakes, you set a timer so the arm could be returned to its proper owner in a timely fashion. Bucky watched you flit around to finish cleaning and organizing before going back to his meal.

“Are we going to talk about that?” Steve asked.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“Like hell there isn’t, Buck.”

You came back roughly fifteen minutes later with a freshly cleaned arm. Bucky paused as he popped it back into place. The faintest hint of peppermint dish soap still lingered on the metal. He wasn’t sure how long the scent would last and he found himself not caring.

“Thanks.”

You weren’t sure where the sudden rush of confidence came from. But as the three men stood up to pay and then leave, you adjusted Bucky’s collar and reached into his coat pocket to pull out his wallet. Peter, MJ, and Wanda watched on in shock as you pulled out all the cash from the folded up leather and replaced it with cleaned money from the cash register.

“Any time you want that cleaned, let me know. Free of charge.”

“I’ve got to give you some sort of tip.”

“Be my date to my brother’s party.”

“Me?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The only other man I talk to as frequently as you is Peter and he’s taken if you hadn’t noticed. Wanda scored a date with Mr. Stark’s tech guy Vis or something so she’s off the market as well. I thought you all said I was a princess. Well, now I am requesting a knight in shining armor.”

Bucky let out a laugh, a genuine one, when you gestured to his prosthetic. He swiped his wallet back from you and dug through it until he found his second set of business cards that only had a blank slot for names and a print of his signet ring that he liked to use as a stamp. Scribbling your name in the blank, Bucky handed the card to you.

“The driver will pick you up at five thirty. You can get ready in Brooklyn. I’ll see you soon, Trouble.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“I know,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I think Trouble suits you better.”

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(part 2 coming soon)

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jimblejamblewritings · 5 days ago

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Pet Soldier | 3

Summary: Bucky's past catches up to him, unlocking painful memories of his time as the winter soldier. The only thing that could make it worse was having to be on a team with a captured HYDRA soldier he wants to see dead. But her healing power is simply too invaluable to let go.

THIS IS A DARK FIC!

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Heavy Angst (eventual hurt comfort). Violence. Mentions and depictions of Non-Con and Dub-Con. Psychological Trauma. Not Canon Compliant. Manipulation. Hydra.

Important Warnings for this Part: trauma, torture, manipulation

Pairing: eventual Stucky x reader, Stucky x hydra!reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist coming soon)

“I believe it would be best if L/N was moved from Avengers Tower.”

Those were the first words out of Steve’s mouth. He was trying and failing to get out more before the protests started. Not only had he scheduled an emergency meeting before anyone got a chance to eat but now he wanted to just let you roam free unsupervised? Outside of the tower.

“Enough! As the captain, I am choosing to make an executive decision.”

“This is bullshit and you know it, Steve. She can’t be trusted.”

Bucky called for Dr. Myers. His knee bounced up and down the entire time as he waited for the therapist to arrive on their floor, ignoring the arguments coming from the rest of the Avengers. Every so often, his eyes flitted over to you. Nothing in your body language or facial expressions was readable. Bucky finally sighed in relief once his therapist arrived.

“Let’s just let the doc decide if this move is best for everyone mentally,” Bucky spoke slowly. “FRIDAY, starting from two months ago, anywhere from one in the morning to around three, please find any time when I entered L/N’s room.”

That shut the team up. No one could figure out why he would have been in your room but they knew it probably wasn’t good. However, they all expected the problem to be you. Bucky swallowed thickly as the video played. You weren’t the monster. He was. That was the only real thought going through his head. It didn’t matter if it was the winter soldier, not at that moment.

Tony clamped a hand over his mouth, wide-eyed and head shaking as the video showed Bucky choking you to a point of concernment. The winter soldier’s nightmares were nothing new to the team. But there was always a sort of blank stare in his eyes. An obvious sign that Bucky wasn’t present with anymore.

The soldier on the video in front of them was far more expressive than any nightmare before. There was a concentrated darkness to his gaze and sadistic enjoyment in his smile. Like he wanted you to feel this pain. And that scared everyone.

“Barnes, what did you do?” Natasha struggled to even look at him. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing HYDRA hasn’t programmed him to do,” you answered for him, startling everyone that you seemed to be defending him. “The Asset’s rampages have never been easy. HYDRA found an outlet to subdue and satisfy those rampages with minimal violence and eventually no casualties.”

“They let him rape you?” Sam asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the now still image on the screen.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I thought you all go on and on about how HYDRA are the bad guys.”

“But to allow him to do that to his own handler?” Natasha folded her arms over her chest. “It doesn’t seem within their nature and a good way for them to lose control of their asset.”

You didn’t have a good response so you chose to stay silent, hoping your face didn’t accidentally crack from the relatively bored expression you had been sporting since entering the room. It wasn’t exactly a shocker to you that the Avengers would be horrified by HYDRA practices. But you were a bit surprised to see that their expressions were showing actual concern for you. Someone they believed was a handler and higher-up in that horrid organization.

Wanda’s gasp drew everyone’s attention. Her eyes never left you, making you squirm in your seat. If anyone was going to recognize the change in your microexpressions, you had expected it to be Natasha or Bucky. You went stiff at the sudden remembrance that the woman still staring at you could read minds.

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you muttered.

He was almost taken aback by the lack of authority in your voice. It was a tone they weren’t used to hearing from you. A tone of near defeat. Steve was conflicted. You had just been through possibly the worst thing he has ever personally witnessed and he didn’t want to push it. But if it helped your or Bucky then he kind of really needed to know. He looked at Wanda, knowing she was reading his mind. She gave him the most miniscule nod before speaking in a very sweet tone.

“Whatever you’re afraid of everyone knowing, we can help. You have no need to be scared.”

You scoffed. “I’m not afraid of him or any of you. I do not want to be held responsible for breaking Sergeant Barnes.”

“I think it’s a bit too late for that,” Tony said, finally finding his voice. “We’ve seen enough HYDRA footage to reach that decision of our own. But if it makes you feel better then Manchurian Candidate never has to know what you tell us. You can talk to just Wanda or Nick or whoever. The only person you can’t avoid knowing is the leader of this team who is, unfortunately, Capsicle. But he won’t tell Barnes, will he?”

Steve nodded with the utmost seriousness. “I promise.”

It was like your entire body shut down. When did they see any footage from the facility? How could they be treating you the way they had if they had seen anything? You had made your peace with your past and how it would blend into this new present but that was when you were operating under a different level of assumptions. Carefully, Nick and Maria inched their fingers towards their holsters as they watched your face scrunch up in anger. Frantically, you scrambled for the dog tags hidden under your clothes.

“So, has it been you this entire time then? Even those times you terrorized me at night?” you spat at Bucky with more vitriol and emotion than the entire team had seen before. “I spent hours rationalizing it was him and not you. Those nightmares might have been one thing but I thought even your real mind was too damaged by HYDRA for you to remember the truth. Yet, you’re saying it’s you? You’ve seen the records and you chose to treat me like this? Not the Asset. Not Soldat. Not even Sergeant Barnes. You, James Buchanan Barnes? Fuck you, Bucky.”

You threw the dog tags at his face before storming back to the resident area of the tower, choosing the stairs so no one could try to intercept you on the elevator. For once, you didn’t give a shit how many times FRIDAY alerted Tony that you were on the stairs of some levels you weren’t authorized to be on yet. You didn’t stop walking until you reached the residential area again, ending up on the balcony to try and calm yourself with the fresh air.

The Avengers sat in the meeting room confused. No one had ever seen that much emotion from you before. But they couldn’t figure out what had upset you, especially if you weren’t upset about the winter soldier’s nightmares. Almost afraid, Bucky grabbed the jewelry you threw at him. It slipped from his fingers instantly and landed on the table with a sharp clanking that pierced his ears.

“What is it?” Sam reached for the metal his friend now refused to touch. Two wedding rings and a small engagement ring flanked either side of the two dog tags. Sam flipped the flat pieces of metal over. “James B. Barnes. Y/N M/I L/N… What the actual fuck is going on?”

“Bring me Zemo,” Bucky said, darkly.

Despite being in handcuffs, the man’s face held a smirk that didn’t break even when Sharon harshly forced him into the empty chair. A growl nearly ripped through Bucky’s throat when Zemo started clapping.

“I take it you finally figured it out, Sergeant Barnes. I admit, you took much longer than I thought. I suppose they fried your brain even more than I believed.”

“Why?”

“I told you already. I don’t care for super soldiers, righteous or otherwise. I might hate supposed superheroes even more. Y/N happened to have helped keep one alive all these years when she should have just let you die. Don’t get me wrong, she might be the only person with powers I like, dare I say maybe care for. But small sacrifices must be made.”

“You knew we’d eventually figure it out,” Steve muttered.

“I had hoped for the winter soldier’s mind to be more fractured beforehand… There’s still time.”

Natasha was seconds away from wanting to kill Zemo right where he sat. They had isolated you for months over what was looking more like a lie by the second. She had slapped you clear across the face on her first day of meeting you.

“What did you do with the real footage?”

“Flitted through whatever pieces I found could fit a narrative, hid the parts that didn’t fit, only focused on one angle of the cctv. It wasn’t that difficult to get you all to fa—”

“Where’s the real footage?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly bring it all with me when I was arrested.”

“Do you have the real footage of what you showed us?”

Nick slammed Zemo’s head into the table when he refused to answer. Trying to ignore the blood running from his nose, Zemo eventually relented. The director called in for another SHIELD agent while Tony intently watched Zemo to make sure he wasn’t trying to pull a fast one on them again as he recovered the footage.

“Get a team back to the Siberian facility. Scour it for footage. It’s solely a recovery job. Get in and out as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fury turned back to the team. “Are we ready?”

Tony watched the screen flicker for a moment before nodding. “FRIDAY has run all the footage we currently have through her system. Just press play on the remote.”

Despite the fact that they were ready, they hesitated to actually start. What if more of the footage resembled Bucky’s winter soldier nightmares? That wasn’t something they were eager to relive again, let alone so soon. With a roll of his eyes, Zemo pressed the play button. The team stared at a scene that seemed so familiar already, hesitant at what new information they might be gathering.

“Sergeant Barnes,” you said as you walked past Bucky’s shower stall.

Instead of staying on you, a second cctv video started to play alongside what they had seen from the original video.

Bucky wasn’t stoic at all. His body didn’t move but a smile graced his face.

“Are you just going to stand there the entire time and watch me like a creep?”

“If I want to admire you, soldier, I can.” Your voice was light and jovial.

“Well, doctor, if you’re going to keep staring at me, can you at least check for injuries?”

“Does something hurt?” There was a hint of serious inquiry in your tone.

Bucky turned ever so slightly, smirk still plastered on his face. “My last mission was really hard. I think I still might be affected by how hard it was.”

You rolled your eyes at the cheesy line but began shrugging off your lab coat anyway. “Well, a doctor’s touch should heal you right up.”

“I was hoping you might say that, doc.”

In the meeting room, everyone was slowly turning a shade of red or feeling warmth heat up their faces. Bucky tried to look everywhere else but the screen. However, he kept locking eyes with various teammates and resolved himself to just stare at his tea instead. Tony stopped fixing his cup of shitty breakroom coffee, whipping around to face the screen.

“Hold on, were you two actually fucking roleplaying? That’s what that was?”

“It would appear so.” Bucky felt his ears go hot when a familiar part of the audio returned.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Sarge. Maybe they should send you on more of these hard missions so I can come see you. I didn’t know you were so well endowed.”

This time, Bucky wanted to leave the room for an entirely different set of reasons. He never thought there would be a day where his bedroom fantasies were broadcasted past Wanda accidentally reading his mind at inopportune moments. He almost wished it had been one of those times. At least he and Steve weren’t into this embarrassing roleplay that everyone was witnessing right now.

“I’m sorry to have met your acquaintance only recently, doc,” Bucky said through a moan. “Rest assured, I’ll keep coming to your office after all my hard missions now that we’ve met.”

“I’d like that… I missed you, James.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart. But if you keep touching me like this, I’m not gonna last long enough to return the favor.”

“I thought you’d be tired. You just got back.”

Bucky finally turned around, stopping centimeters from your lips. “I’m never tired when it comes to you, only bright spot in this shitty little nazi den.”

You gasped. “Buck! What if someone hears you? They’ll wipe you again.”

“Wipe me for what… it happened again, didn’t it?”

You nodded, thumbs caressing his face. He shuddered underneath you before sighing.

“I guess it won’t be long before they send me to the machine. I’m sorry if I forget you for a few days like last time.”

“As long as you come back to me safe. Relatively safe,” you amended when he gave you a look.

Bucky smiled. “Well, if I don’t have too long before another trip to the frying pan… Think it’s time to start seeing if this hunk of metal can bring you some pleasure. You’d like that?”

Tony cleared his throat awkwardly as he sat back down with a now prepared cup of coffee. “Well, I’m glad you two found some levity. No matter how much I wish to scrub my memory of this foreplay.”

“Thanks, Tony,” Bucky muttered, cringing as he heard himself asking you to finish all over his fingers. “FRIDAY, we can go ahead and skip the rest of this one. I don’t think we’ll find anything else of importance.”

“Certainly, Sergeant Barnes. However, there is probably one more bit that might be of some significance.”

Reluctantly, Bucky told the system to keep playing the video if it really was super important but to skip as much of the intimacy as she could.

Bucky smiled as you both got redressed, watching you intently. You pulled your necklace you had taken off to shower with him from your lab coat pocket. Tilting it ever so slightly, you let the rings slip off the necklace along with one of the three dog tags. Bucky plucked one of the plain rings from your hand with grace, smiling as he put it on his right hand.

“Thanks for keeping it safe for me, doll.”

“I always will.”

Bucky pulled you to his chest, giving you another kiss before you both left the showers. The two of you walked towards the garages hand in hand. With a suaveness that hadn’t been seen since he was in the 40s, Bucky held open the car door for you.

“Hate that I had to take a shower outside my own home,” Bucky said as he reversed out of his parking spot. “Sorry you had to drive down here, sweetheart.”

You shrugged. “I don’t mind. As long as it stops you from tracking blood through the house.”

“I would have cleaned it up, promise.”

The drive was only a few minutes but you and Bucky made those minutes stretch, including the time it took the elevator to reach the floor with your apartment on it. Giggles couldn’t stop pouring from your mouth when you were lifted off of your feet and carried bridal style out of the elevator. Bucky wouldn’t listen to your laughter filled requests to put you down. He opened the door with one hand, shutting it with his foot once you were both safe inside.

“What would you like to do tonight?” you asked him, accepting that he wasn’t going to set you down until he was ready.

“Well, I would love to ravish my beautiful wife until the sun comes up but I don’t think she’d let me.”

“You got that right, Sergeant. But maybe I’ll consider a few hours. After dinner, of course.”

“Then I’ll go heat up some of that chicken noodle soup we made a few days ago. And can I request that you, Mrs. Barnes, go put on your favorite lingerie and one of my button downs? I’ve been dreaming about that for a few days now.”

“I think I can make that happen, Mr. Barnes. I might even throw on one of your favorites.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Bucky wanted the ground to swallow him whole. No one had anything to say. Wanda kept rewinding the last few minutes, hearing those few sentences repeated over and over again. Bucky squeezed the necklace that had been resting in his hand since they brought Zemo up to the meeting room.

“FRIDAY, please just play the next one,” he whispered. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself from leaving to go find you.

“Are you sure?” Zemo asked, making Bucky look over at him. “Sergeant Barnes, you were very different as the winter soldier. Even with Y/N.”

“Just play the damn thing.”

You were kneeling outside on the balcony in nothing but a thin lingerie dress. The rain beat down on your shivering skin. It was like you were afraid to look up from where you hugged your own body to keep warm. The sound of heavy footsteps reached your ears.

“Can I please come back inside? Please, Buc—Soldier?”

He didn’t answer you, not that he could with the mask still on the lower half of his face. But the man made no moves to remove it.

Bucky felt his heart shatter, bile rising in his throat, as you kept trying to apologize for whatever you did wrong while the winter soldier simply ignored you. Steve took large, slow nods.

“That’s why she didn’t want to get off the quinjet.”

“It’s your favorite way to punish her,” Zemo said as he sat back with a satisfied smile. “I noticed that throughout the tapes. The soldier always went back to this one. The rain or snowfall, minimal to no clothing, out there until you let her back in. Sometimes you weren’t even watching her, just left her out there.”

“Stop,” Bucky murmured weakly, eyes never leaving the screen.

“You always chose to have her just on the brink of collapse. I suppose that makes the threat more real. You know, if you were feeling extra cruel, you would put her straight in the shower after being out there. Hot water. Never hot enough to burn but it certainly must have felt like it, especially after the snow.”

“Just stop!”

Your self-soothing was rather loud. Roughly, you kept wiping at your eyes to try and stop the tears while telling yourself to breathe and calm down.

“It’s not Bucky,” you whispered. “It’s not Bucky. You’re fine… you’re fine, Y/N. It’s not Bucky so he can’t be talked to like him.”

With stiff joints, you moved yourself to sit against the balcony guardrails.

“It’s getting rusty.”

The soldier looked down at his metal arm before returning his gaze to you.

“If I have to replace it, you will get another punishment…” You sighed as Bucky simply ran a finger over all the metal plates, another plea falling on deaf ears. “They can’t have you performing in the field in a compromised manner. They’ve said this to you multiple times now. Let’s go inside and I’ll work on you instead of Karpov.”

Bucky sniffled at the added context. He watched the soldier nod and finally hold open the door for you. The rest of the video didn’t matter to the brunette. He didn’t need to see it to figure out how the context changed. You weren’t requesting time in cryo because you were sick of the soldier.

You were scared and needed your own recovery time. Because of something he did to you. It was all he could think about. Bucky almost didn’t register the videos were over until he heard Nick tell Maria to make a phone call to Ross and Steve question something.

“But if she stays here… what if Buck’s nightmares make him hurt her again?” Steve argued.

“Now that we have gotten some glimpses of the truth, I believe the soldier’s anger towards what he perceived was Miss L/N will be mitigated or gone entirely. FRIDAY monitoring Mr. Barnes’ whereabouts could give peace of mind. But I believe moving her could do more harm,” Dr. Myers said.

“Then what do you suggest we do?”

The doctor started packing up the new file he created for you. “Be gentle with Y/N. That’s about the best we can do until further examination. And please do not change the decor of the resident area too much, really the entire tower should stay relatively the same. Her environment should be stable unless she is the one to actively make changes. She needs a routine. Like her days at HYDRA, only healthier. And I’m recommending that she no longer accompanies you all on missions unless absolutely necessary. Even then, she should stay in the quinjet.”

“Anything else?”

“Oh, comfort. She should be given the option of comfort. Don’t bring it into her room. Let her do that herself but it should be there.”

Everyone nodded at his suggestion. They could do that. Tony wasn’t even planning on any major redecorations for a while. He was already texting Pepper to pick you up a long list of what Dr. Myers suggested as well as going into FRIDAY’s system to remove all the restrictions that had been placed on your living situations.

“Buck, where are you at?” Wanda asked gently after Dr. Myers exited.

“I hurt the one good person I had in there. I had a wife. I had a wife and I hurt her.” The crack in his voice was unmistakable.

“Bucky…”

He pulled away from Sam’s touch. No one was sure of what to say. Sometimes it was best to let Bucky rationalize and process all by himself. Especially when it came to HYDRA. But this was different and the team wasn’t sure if leaving him to simmer in his own thoughts was a good idea. Even after Maria, Sharon, Nick, and Zemo had left, the team stayed with Bucky. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there but it felt like it was at least an hour before he was able to rise from the meeting chair. He needed to find you and talk.

The rain had started about fifteen minutes after you had initially stepped onto the balcony. Practically running, you tried to open the door. It wouldn’t budge. Fear ran up your spine at the sudden remembering you technically didn’t have permission to be here yet and your thumbprint wasn’t yet accepted by the lock. Your breathing got shallower as you tried to yank the door off of its hinges. You started calling out to every person on the team even though no one was in your field of vision. It was the only thing you could do at the moment to not completely shut down.

Bucky was in his head as they returned to the resident area. He wanted to talk to you. Had to. Although, what he was going to say, he was absolutely unsure of. His ears perked up at the sound of crying.

The brunette ran when he caught sight of you pounding against the glass of the building, pleasing to be let back inside. The terrace door nearly flew off with the force he used to open it. You shook hard as he held you close, bringing you to the safety of inside. Your fist pounded at your chest in a poor attempt to regulate your breathing again but it wasn’t working.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, teeth chattering the entire time. “I’m sorry for whatever I did, Bucky. Please don’t make me go back out there. Please. I’ll be good. I promise.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He rocked you both back and forth. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. Come on, let’s get you out of these soaked clothes.”

The bloodcurdling scream you let out the moment he tried to help you up made Bucky accidentally drop you.

“No! Please don’t take me back out there. Soldier, please!”

Bucky stepped back with a vengeance, hands up to try and make himself seem like less of a threat. He moved out of the way when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Sam crouched down to your level, holding you by both of the shoulders and doing very exaggerated breaths.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?”

You nodded, teeth still chattering.

“These clothes can’t be comfortable any more. I can fix that if you want.”

Sam thanked Steve as he took the large towel from the man. He wrapped it around you, rubbing your arms to warm you up a bit. You took his hand after some careful consideration, letting him help you get to your feet. Your breathing was still unstable. Everyone watched you take in large gulps of air as if you were drowning.

“Nat and Wanda are going to help you get into something dry and warm. Is that okay?”

Your eyes flitted over to Bucky. Without missing a beat, Sam stepped in front of him.

“Hey, hey, look at me. He’s not going to do anything, alright? No one is taking you back to the terrace.”

You wouldn’t move, still staring at Bucky. The super soldier sighed, patting Sam on the shoulder so the other man could move aside. The rest of the team held their breath as he approached you. Even if he didn’t like to speak it, he never forgot a single word of Russian he learned.

“Let’s go. The girls will put you in something warm, dry. Safe.”

He didn’t wait to see if you were following, knowing that wasn’t going to help. Bucky’s ears were tuned into you though. He finally breathed when he heard the sounds of your footsteps moving towards him. Nat and Wanda were quick to follow.

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Pet Soldier | 2

THIS IS A DARK FIC!

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Heavy Angst (eventual hurt comfort). Violence. Mentions and depictions of Non-Con and Dub-Con. Psychological Trauma. Not Canon Compliant. Manipulation. Hydra.

Important Warnings for this Part: Non-Con. Seriously

Pairing: eventual Stucky x reader, Stucky x hydra!reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: the title is pending. I had a strong desire to write for Marvel and specifically Bucky again. Idek dude. But enjoy!.

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist coming soon)

The tension in the quinjet was palpable. You sat all alone while everyone in the team huddled on the other benches. No matter how uncomfortable sitting piled on top of each other or sitting on the floor might have been, they were willing to do it if it meant not having to sit next to you. It was bad enough you were living with them. About a couple weeks ago Nick had requested you start going on missions with the team so you could heal them up. No one wanted you to touch them. Not that you cared. You were given a job and you were going to do it like you always had.

“Is this correct?” you asked no one in particular, holding up the Rubik’s Cube in your hand.

You had never played with one before and it was oddly fascinating. After a few moments of no one answering you, you rolled your eyes and went back to solving the puzzle. Aside from being fun, the repetitive turning of the cube helped calm you down. Even at HYDRA, you were never out in the field. You worked from the safety of the facility. They couldn’t risk their only healer getting hurt or dying. But the Avengers wouldn’t allow you to stay on the quinjet. Even with all the locks and FRIDAY’s alerts, they just didn’t trust that you wouldn’t find some way to take control of the quinjet and leave them stranded.

Your head shot up at the sound of snow hitting the large windows of the quinjet. The Rubik’s Cube in your hand was no longer grounding you to where you were. You could feel your breath catching in your throat as the descent started. The weather seemed to be getting worse instead of better. The jerky landing did nothing to calm your nerves. If the Avengers never had a mountainside mission again, it would be too soon.

One by one, the team piled out of the quinjet but you stayed seated. Shrinking in on yourself, you hoped they would accidentally leave you in your seat. That didn’t quite go your way. Trying to keep his tone level, Steve came bounding over to you.

“We’ve landed.”

“It’s snowing,” you said, trying to keep your voice calm. “I’m not going out there.”

“You can’t stay on the jet.”

“It’s cold and wet. My powers don’t work as nicely.”

A loud sigh from Tony caught your attention.

“Cut the shit, let’s go before our cover is blown.”

You crossed your arms. “Then it’ll be blown but I’m not going out there.”

For a moment, you were scared that Steve would pick you up by the shoulders and drag you outside anyway. A huff left him but he gave up rather quickly. Thankful, you relaxed against your seat and prepared to start healing any member of the team that needed it once they got back to the quinjet. No one needed your expertise when they got back. You simply rolled your eyes as the silent treatment started up again.

You didn’t see anyone for the rest of the day once returning home, not until you left your room for a midnight snack.

“Oh, Sergeant Barnes, hello.”

He didn’t speak but he wasn’t glaring either.

“Right, the nightmares. They mentioned that. Well, hello, Soldat.”

Before you could blink, the soldier grabbed your arm and pulled you all the way back to your room. A frightened gasp escaped your lips when he groped you through your pajamas. Bucky’s metal hand darted out to wrap around your neck while the flesh one roughly needed your breasts. Pulling you along some more, the soldier moved to the small loveseat in your room. He grabbed you by the waist, sitting you down on his dick before you could even ask him to slow down.

You gritted your teeth as you were bounced up and down like a toy for the soldier’s use. He blindly reached around for any rope or twine or ribbon. Your arms were tied behind your back. Manhandling you into a different position over the arm of the couch, the man slammed into you with no warning or preparation. Bruises were sure to form in the morning with the grip he had on your body. You weren’t sure how long you had been staring at the fabric of the couch by the time the soldier finally let you go.

Still in his nightmare, the man didn’t wake up at all. Instead, he made sure you stayed trapped in the corner of the couch while he just sat there and started at nothing in particular. Nothing could pull him out of that dark nightmare until he heard your soft snores.

Bucky nearly jumped back. You were tied up, sweaty, and in now ruined pajamas. The memories came flooding back to him all at once. Quickly, Bucky cut the ropes that tied you together. For a few minutes, he pondered if he should change you. It would mean having to undress you but it couldn’t be comfortable to stay in the sweat soaked and bloody garments. Carefully, Bucky flitted through your dresser in search of the loosest clothes he could find.

He sucked in a breath as he changed you into nice pajamas. Never in a thousand years did he think the soldier was capable of something like this. Ever since getting help, he didn’t even try to kill people whenever the nightmares appeared. The winter soldier usually ended up just creepily sitting in the corner of the tower or punching holes in walls that Tony was always annoyed at finding the next morning. Bucky thought truly violent nightmares were a thing of his past. Blaming you was the last thing he was trying to do but he couldn’t help but wonder if your presence in the tower triggered the winter soldier’s violence to return.

He lifted you gently and set you back in your bed. You were still asleep. Although, it didn’t make him feel any better because you were probably passed out from the pain he must have inevitably caused you last night. The panic and tightness in his chest didn’t settle as he closed your door. He couldn’t return to his own room right away. Instead, Bucky practically ran to the gym to work out his problems.

You woke up an hour later very sore. Much slower than it would normally take, you went through your usual routine as you tried to look anywhere but yourself in the mirror. Well, anywhere but your bruises. You were thankful that your face looked fine. It was easy to slip on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of sweatpants to hide everything else.

All of the Avengers aside from Bucky were downstairs and eating breakfast already. Taking in a breath and squaring your shoulders, you tried to enter the common area without walking stiffly. The kitchen island became your best friend. You were able to lean against it, using it to take the brunt of your weight, while you watched your oatmeal start to cook in the small saucepan on the stove.

Bucky came into the common area just as you tried to discreetly massage one of the bruises he left on your thighs. It was like his workout catharsis shattered with just a single glance at you. He tensed up when a low hiss, almost too low to hear, escaped your lips when you went to grab a bowl and a mug from the cabinet. His feet seemed to move without him thinking.

The team watched in stunned silence as Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you. If there was one thing he never liked to do, it was kneel. Such a simple gesture would bring him right back to his winter soldier days when he was expected to show submission to his handlers. His palms faced up and he kept his head down, eyes focused firmly on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

You looked down at the man still kneeling at your feet. Bucky shuddered when you stepped away from him to continue fixing your breakfast.

“I don’t want your apology, Soldat. Or are we back to Sergeant Barnes?”

“It’s Bucky.”

Your step faltered ever so slightly before you went back to pouring yourself a cup of coffee. It had been made clear to you that Wakanda had fixed as much of Bucky as they could but you had yet to see those changes in action. Never before had he returned to Bucky after being in a winter soldier trance so quickly. You didn’t believe it to be possible.

“Look me in the eye,” you said in Russian, finally coming back to kitchen island. You looked down when the man didn’t move. “Do you not understand Russian anymore?”

That would have been new. Although, you were sure that even Wakanda wasn’t capable of such a feat.

“I don’t like to speak it,” Bucky answered after a few more moments of silence.

“So we are back to Bucky after all, then? The only way to return you to me this quickly was after a few minutes in cryo.”

You crouched down to examine him further. Bucky finally met your eyes. There was a lot of life behind them. The muscles in his face twitched instead of remaining stoic. And his eyes weren’t as quick to follow your every move. There were no visible traces of the winter soldier left. But you knew better than to just believe your eyes. You stood up again, waiting as you finished arranging the toppings on your oatmeal. Bucky didn’t move.

“Hmm, next time your Wakandan friends visit, I will have to commend them for their work. I’m not used to this from you. It’s interesting.”

Before you could blink, Steve was pressing you into the refrigerator, forearm almost crushing your throat. The rest of the team kept watching as Bucky stayed kneeling on the floor. Various thoughts ran through their heads, including concern about what you might have done to have him acting this way as if he was back in a HYDRA facility. FRIDAY hadn’t alerted any of them to strange behavior coming from you.

“What the fuck did you do to him?” Steve pressed his arm against your windpipe even more.

“No, Steve. It’s alright,” Bucky whispered.

“What?”

Steve faltered, giving you just enough space to slip away from his grip and around the kitchen island. You didn’t want to stick around for whatever conversation the two of them were about to have. That was between them, even if it was obviously about you. Reaching across the counter, you grabbed your breakfast.

“Your arm is injured, Sergeant Barnes. If you see me later then I can fix you up before you go on your next mission tomorrow. Please do it sooner rather than later before I have Director Fury and Dr. Cho breathing down my back.”

“Like hell he’s going anywhere near you,” Clint said.

“Is this evening alright?” Bucky asked wearily. “Steve and I have a date in a few hours.”

It took everything in you not to smirk, although the team saw it starting to form anyway. Silently dismissing all of them, you returned to your room. You simply weren’t comfortable being around the rest of the Avengers no matter how many missions you had gone on with them. The day off tomorrow was a welcome sight to you. Although, you prayed that FRIDAY wouldn’t have to alert you to run down to medical because someone has some life threatening injury.

You spent this day’s isolation reading some of the books you had taken from the personal library — one of the few floors you were allowed on — and watching movies. At some point halfway through The Hobbit, you had fallen asleep. The knocking on your door did nothing to wake you.

Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe again as he stared at you from the threshold of your door. You had changed into shorts and a tank top, showing off the damage he had done. It looked even worse now that the bruises had some time to settle into your skin. He trudged into your room after you didn’t stir at his rather incessant knocking. Bucky was afraid to touch you again. He carefully shook your shoulder until you woke up with a startle.

“Sergeant Barnes, please have a seat,” you said, fighting back a yawn.

Bucky did as he was told, choosing the ottoman at the end of your bed as his seat instead of the small couch. He took off his shirt and looked everywhere but your face. Like you expected, his arm wasn’t the only bit of him injured.

“If you’re going to work out your problems in a frenzy, please do it when you aren’t scheduled on a mission. These injuries are a waste of my time and yours. They could heal naturally with your serum if it wasn’t such short notice.”

Bucky had to hand it to you. You were nothing but professional as you healed him. It was like the early hours of the morning never happened. He wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse. His eyes never left you as he watched you move to your computer to start his checkup report that needed to be sent down to medical. The clicking of the keyboard underneath your nails started to grate on him. He couldn’t take the silence leaving him alone with his thoughts anymore.

“Lock your door at night.” Bucky cringed at the unintended harshness in his voice. He swallowed thickly. “I’ll… I’ll let FRIDAY alert you whenever I’ve fallen asleep.”

You shook your head as you finished typing your healer’s report. “You will just knock it down or pick the lock.”

“You don’t have to be concerned. Tony has a lockdown procedure for if my nightmares become too strong so no one ever gets hur—”

“Nothing ever stops you,” you said, handing him his shirt back.

Bucky didn’t move to put it on. “Are y— are you saying I’ve done this to you before?”

You sent the report to Dr. Cho and SHIELD’s team before going to clean up your room a bit. Every time you looked over, Bucky was still sitting on the bed staring off into some far away distance. His shirt still rested in his hand. There was no way he could have done this to you for years and have no memory of it. It must have been some sort of manipulation from you. But he couldn’t deny that he knew what he saw a couple nights ago. And with that reprehensible action, he couldn’t understand why you were being so normal — kind even — and why you hadn’t told anyone else about what happened.

You sighed, gathering up your laundry to be done tomorrow. “You may leave, Sergeant Barnes. You’re all checked out.”

“Have I done this to you before?”

“I’ll probably see you soon, hopefully when you are cognizant and for healing.”

He didn’t say anything as he exited your room. Bucky was determined to avoid you as much as he could so this would never happen again. Everyone noticed how the man was more tense over the weeks. He was jumpy, the bags under his eyes were awful, and he was more grumpy than usual even towards Steve. Worse, his nightmares that involved sleepwalking had come back at a more frequent pace than before you had arrived. They were used to once or twice a month, not once every two weeks or so. Almost like clockwork.

No matter his determination, the winter soldier always found you once the nightmares began. Every time he woke up from the trance, he found you close to him with your clothes in a state of disarray and confirming his biggest fears. He practically begged to be sent on missions that required him to be away from the tower overnight or for days.

Everything seemed to be going his way until the day he came back from his fourth overnight mission. You awoke with a startle at the pounding on your bedroom wall. From the other side, you could hear Steve pleading with the soldier to stop before the entire tower wakes up. Covering your head with a pillow did nothing to block out the noise. Eventually, you pushed yourself out of bed and made the small trek right next door.

Steve opened up the door after the third knock, about to apologize before being startled that it was just you.

“Let me help him so we can all go to bed.”

“Just go back, L/N. The nightmares get this bad sometimes. He’ll be fine in a little while.”

“It’s keeping me awake. The constant punching,” you muttered. “And I know you’ve been trying to keep him from punching a hole in my wall. I don’t want you to see what might happen when the winter soldier finally figures out you’re trying to stop him from his mission.”

“What?”

“You probably don’t want to be here.” You closed the door behind you and pushed your way past Steve.

The moment the winter soldier clocked you from the corner of his eye, he turned on you with a vengeance. Steve wasn’t prepared. He felt unable to move as Bucky grabbed your arm and practically threw you to the floor. By the time he came to his senses, your t-shirt was already ripped to shreds. Strips of the fabric were still draped over his arms.

Bucky backhanded Steve with his metal arm when the other man tried to pull him away from you. Your eyes flashed upwards, hoping the sound was worse than the actual hit. You shook your head when he reached for his shield.

“No! It’ll make him more violent. I’ve seen him kill a whole floor of guards even with bullets in him. It has to happen, Capta—”

You were cut off by Bucky’s hand pushing your face into his crotch. His movements were slower than other nights, less aggressive as well. You made a mental note of it as the soldier manhandled you into a position that had you bent over the ottoman at the end of his bed. The rampages would be slowing down soon. You were sure of it. Bucky’s schedule was always predictable. Although, he wasn’t exactly the winter soldier anymore.

You wondered if that meant Bucky would start sleeptalking instead of walking. After the rampages came the endless apologies and then what you dubbed the glue period. The soldier would never leave your side even if you wanted to take a piss, almost like he could protect you from anything else that wanted to do you harm. But without a full-fledged winter soldier, you wondered if that period would ever come. Or would you be stuck with a sleepwalking Bucky just sitting in the corner of your room at night like an absolute creep?

Steve shifted uncomfortably as he watched his once sweet boyfriend pound into you with no mercy. He couldn’t bring himself to look at your face more than a couple of times. It was hard to tell if the look on your face was because you were deep in thought or because you were disassociating. Never in the entire time after rescuing Bucky had his nightmares caused violence even remotely to this level. Not even once. The tower had prepared themselves for a few alerts from FRIDAY when you first arrived. They figured there might be a few episodes like Bucky’s early days when a startled winter soldier accidentally choked someone if they got too close while he was having a nightmare or sleepwalking. But this was beyond Steve’s imagination.

Bucky dropped you unceremoniously before returning to his side of the bed. Tentatively, Steve took a couple steps toward you. The winter soldier paid him no mind now that he got what he wanted. Still, the captain waited for Bucky to start slipping back to sleep before crossing the short distance to meet you.

“Are you okay?” he internally berated himself for asking such a stupid question. “Sorry, obviously you’re not. I mean, God, I can’t believe Buc— I promise you he’s never had nightmares like this before. We would have never put you in danger like thi— Shit, are you alright? I jus— fuck. Let me go run you a bath.”

“Thank you, Captain Rogers.”

Steve’s hands shook as he turned on the faucet. He tried to keep a level head while he sorted through various soaps and bath accessories to add to the water. The light shuffle of your footsteps made his ears perk up. You crossed your arms over your chest and simply watched Steve work. He checked the water more times than necessary to make sure it was perfect for you. You sank yourself down into the bath, nodding in satisfaction once you settled in.

“I’ll get you something comfortable to wear.”

He was back in no time, setting down a large t-shirt of his on top of the toilet.

“Did you want any bottoms or would that be too… constricting right now?”

“The shirt is fine, thank you.”

“Okay. Um, I’d prefer you not be alone tonight, especially if Buck has another nightmare. Our couch pulls out into a bed or I could go to your room or call one of the team to come stay with you if that makes you feel safer or mo—”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Alright, goodnight.”

Despite leaving you to soak, Steve didn’t go to sleep until you settled yourself in for the night. He wouldn’t even lay down properly until your breathing had evened out completely. You hadn’t had the strength to pull out the couch or ask Steve to do so. But the couch form was still comfortable and more than wide enough for you to curl up.

The sunlight streaming through the blinds they forgot to close woke Bucky up. He trudged out of bed, shutting the curtains before heading to the bathroom. It was a routine he had perfected that he always did it with his eyes half closed. Something caught the corner of his eye as he walked back to the bed.

Bucky practically tripped over his own two feet as he shuffled backwards, bumping into the bed and startling Steve. His ice blue eyes kept staring down at your sleeping form and the bruises starting to darken on your naked lower half where Steve’s t-shirt had ridden up as you shifted around in your slumber.

“How long?” Steve asked, making his boyfriend spin around. “Don’t lie to me, Bucky. I need to know the truth. How long has the soldier been ra… hurting Y/N?”

The answer shook the blonde to his very core.

“FRIDAY, please schedule an emergency meeting with the entire team for breakfast. Contact Director Fury and Agents Hill and Carter as well.”

“Certainly, Captain.”

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part 3

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Pet Soldier | 1

THIS IS A DARK FIC!

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Heavy Angst (eventual hurt comfort). Violence. Mentions and depictions of Non-Con and Dub-Con. Psychological Trauma. Not Canon Compliant. Manipulation. Hydra.

Important Warnings for this Part: Non-Con.

Pairing: eventual Stucky x reader, Stucky x hydra!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: the title is pending. I had a strong desire to write for Marvel and specifically Bucky again. Idek dude. But enjoy!

A/N 2: I don't really know if anything about reader's race will be brought up but I like to always note that at the beginning because black readers deserve stories too so if hair or culture does start to get brought up, it doesn't just come out of nowhere.

(Series Masterlist coming soon)

Despite all the fronts he put up, deep down Bucky is grateful. Grateful that Steve doesn’t ever give up on him, that Sam took a leap of faith to help save him, that Tony had a change of heart, that the UN agreed to work with SHIELD instead of forcing SHIELD under them, and for a host of other things that would take him too long to name. He is grateful for his freedom back, a chance at normalcy.

Of course, it isn’t without conditions. He has to be an Avenger. He had to go through deprogramming in Wakanda to at least eliminate his triggers — the Winter Soldier still makes spontaneous appearances albeit less deadly and usually from nightmares. And he has to help them with cases on HYDRA to the best of his abilities. Bucky considers those conditions to be easy. At least until the morning the team find themselves on the quinjet and heading back to Siberia.

Zemo’s Sokovian cover story had been almost airtight but he slipped up eventually. He knew too much about HYDRA operations. It became hard for anyone to believe he acquired all the knowledge through research alone. Not that it mattered, whether he was HYDRA or not he had to be found. Only, now Bucky was added to the team in charge of finding their man just in case he was a part of that damned organization.

“You good?” A voice shakes Bucky from his thoughts.

Sam sits down next to him, having finally been released from pilot duty while Clint takes over. The man next to him nods stiffly. It had been a long time since Bucky was in Siberia. The last of his Winter Soldier years had found him at the base in D.C. while he was used to take out SHIELD. He had occasionally flown back to Siberia every now and then. It was technically his home while at HYDRA. But still, it had been months.

“The last time I was here… They said they were bringing something to D.C. for me.”

“You’re worried it’s still at this facility?”

“I’m worried whatever it is might kill us or what use Zemo might have made of it.”

The entire quinjet falls silent at his confession. It had already been decided that with the information he gave them about other winter soldiers, Bucky would be leading the mission. He knows the base, tries to prepare them all.

But steeling their nerves to fight unstable super soldiers is one thing. Trying to anticipate all the random death traps in a hopefully relatively abandoned facility — including something specifically for Bucky — is another thing entirely.

With precision, the team seamlessly moves through the base. Steve is the first to pause when he sees it. The chambers holding the other winter soldiers are full like Bucky said. But each and every one of them simply stays in place despite the open doors of their cryo units. They watch the Avengers’ every movement. Only their eyes ever move. On the back wall of the room sits Zemo in a safe bunker.

“If it’s any consolation, they will die quickly after this. A single bullet each. Self-inflicted. They’ve already been commanded to do so,” Zemo mutters.

“Why are you doing this?” Steve’s questioning is firm.

Part of him wants to know, the other part is just buying time for the others to assess how to get Zemo out of the containment unit. SHIELD wants the man alive. The Avengers feel obligated to try and deliver.

“Because I never cared for the enhanced. Reckless, unstable, none of them righteous. No one should have ever continued after Captain Rogers. I thought the lot of them were corrupt. Although, I have found one who I may have a different opinion of yet. Soldiers, attack.”

Despite the fact that he was no longer triggered by the words, a darkness flashed over Bucky as he watched the chamber closest to Zemo finally open. It had been the first thing he noticed when they originally entered the room. How the chamber door was closed despite all the other ones being open. He braced himself for whatever beast was going to come through.

The team hadn’t seen Barnes in a rampage like this since his deprogramming. Even a nightmare fueled Winter Soldier was not as bad as what they witnessed right now. He didn’t hold back any punches, only using his metal arm. Despite the plethora of weapons on his body, Bucky didn’t use a single one. It was like he wanted the soldier underneath him to feel every ounce of anger in his fight. Like he wanted her to suffer.

Bucky didn’t register the shouts of his name. The only sound to reach his ears was the sick crunch of your nose under his fist. It took Steve, Tony, and Thor to pull him off of you. Bucky only relented after realizing all the other winter soldiers were dead. You were the only one that could be convinced to surrender and there was a use to you being alive. They could finally have another source on HYDRA besides just him.

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There were no bars around your cell. That was the first thing you noticed about your new prison. Avengers Tower, you were sure one of the people said as they threw you into this so called interrogation room. You had immediately noted that there were no bars anywhere around your cell. Simply glass that you suspected was a two-way mirror around the whole perimeter of the room.

On the other side of the glass, Bucky just glared at your seated form. They were interrogating Zemo in the other room and he didn’t care one bit. You were here. Reluctantly, Bucky pulled himself away from watching your figure when Everett Ross called his name.

The last thing he wanted to do was sit through a meeting where he had to explain that he was fully in control of his actions as James Barnes and not the winter soldier in Siberia. Unfortunately, Bucky didn’t get his way. He was given all of one minute to settle himself before they started demanding answers.

“Y/N L/N. She’s not a winter soldier,” Bucky stated numbly.

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose. “Barnes, are you telling me that you as you and not that freaky soldier thing harmed a civilian?

“She was my primary handler.”

Everyone’s mouths dropped open in shock. The only thing Bucky could muster was a dry laugh.

“You picked the right one to save. She was there for all of it. Almost every torturous minute I spent in their clutches was thanks to her. If anyone knows anything about all of HYDRA’s sick plans then it would be her. Karpov’s right hand. Pierce’s left. The worst handler I’ve ever had.”

“Was she there since you were taken?”

For once, Natasha was hesitant to ask about his past. Bucky had gotten used to the jokes. He actually sort of liked them. It made him feel like a normal member of the team. But from the way he almost killed you earlier and this sudden confession, it left Nat concerned for her friend.

Bucky shook his head. “Around the seventies, I think. Maybe a bit earlier or later. I don’t quite remember but she wasn’t there in the beginning.”

“She looks a bit young then.”

“She insisted on going into cryo every time I was put back under.”

Ross’ eyes nearly bulged out his head. “I’m sorry, she willingly went into cryo? Barnes, if you don’t want to be here anymore then you don’t have to. But L/N might be the most valuable prisoner we’ve gotten from these missions. We can’t let you kill her yet and we can’t risk her escape without us at least having a chance to get her back. She’s staying at the tower for now. Just until her and Zemo are of no use anymore.”

“As long as I’m not one of her guard dogs.”

“Never,” Steve answered without hesitation.

As if it pained him, Bucky stood from the table and walked back to the residents’ area of the tower. He’d watch your interrogation another day. But right now, he needed a lot of space. He didn’t want to even hear about what you discussed, telling the team such when he only asked about Zemo. It was a boundary they tried to respect. Unfortunately, the line had to be crossed a few weeks later. Fury stood in front of the Avengers trying to enjoy their breakfast.

“She refuses to talk. Zemo is willing to provide the location of HYDRA documents stored at the Siberian base and we have agents going there now. But he will only let them know if Bucky agrees to view the evidence with everyone else. It’s a fairly obvious ploy to ruin your recovery process but, for once, we don’t have the upper hand. He knows that and he knows he doesn’t have to be subtle.”

“Fine,” Bucky said with a sharp voice.

“I have to say, he already gave us one very important document as a sign of trust so to speak.”

“And?” Steve asked.

“The room she stayed in was a nice one for the higher ups. Dr. Myers believes it would be best to either gain her trust or make her think she has the upper hand.”

Everyone noticed how Bucky tensed up at the mention of his therapist’s name. You couldn’t give him anything sacred to just himself. You had to take everything from him. Dr. Myers had been the best therapist he’s gotten so far. The first to truly help Bucky find coping methods that were healthy but also effective for him. He tried to take deep, slow breaths.

“What does that entail?”

“That she be allowed in the residence area. I’ve already agreed.”

“Nick!” the entire team screamed at once.

“We need whatever information she can give. We’re talking a potential end to HYDRA. I’ll put her far away from Barnes if needed. Almost everything can be restricted from her at first. She’ll have an ankle monitor or whatever tracking device you want on her. Hell, you can even give her a schedule so she never crosses Bucky’s path. But we need this inform—”

“I want her room between Sam and ours.” Bucky looked over at his boyfriend, watching for a change in Steve’s face. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Forget what I want. Are you okay to have her that close, Buck?”

He nodded. “I’d feel better if I’m aware of her at every moment if she’s going to be up here.”

“Thank you, Barnes,” Nick said with a nod. “Seriously.”

“Just get what you need from her and then get her as far from my home as possible.”

“It won’t be a few simple days.”

“I’ve spent decades with that monster. As long as this takes less than that, I don’t care. Get what you need and then I want her to pay for what she’s done to me.”

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You stared down as Tony fitted an ankle monitor on you. Everyone decided that now was the best time to let you move into the resident area. They’d be reviewing the Zemo documents retrieved by intel while you had a chance to get used to your new space. While the team understood it needed to be done, they weren’t happy about the changes to their space.

Anything dangerous had locks that could only be opened through fingerprints or FRIDAY’s voice commands so you couldn’t have access. They now had to wait for the elevator’s facial recognition to light up all the buttons for them because you only had access to about four floors in total at the moment. And cameras were everywhere that you were allowed to be. Small inconveniences for the information they were about to uncover but annoyances nonetheless.

You listened intently as Tony explained the new rules to you. He expected a sneer or rude response but you still said nothing. You simply left your cell and finally tested the elevator. The first button you pressed took you straight to the living room. The place was nice. Although, with a billionaire footing the bill, you expected such. The kitchen was nice and big. Better than any of your previous apartments at HYDRA.

You’d enjoy cooking there, already making plans for a nice dinner. You didn’t even care that you could only open about half the drawers. You were basically told that you could get food whenever you wanted, sleep for as long or as little as you wanted, and take all the hot showers in the world. The least amount of work you’ve ever had to do in your life and the only caveats were strangers for roommates and eventually having to drip feed information. A trade you could reason with for now.

In one of the meeting rooms downstairs, the Avengers and important players in SHIELD passed out cups of coffee while FRIDAY sorted through the videos they recovered thanks to Zemo. The AI was attempting to put them in chronological order and focus on just you and Bucky’s moments. They expected it to be a long day and a meeting that might have to take place over several.

Zemo, handcuffed to the table, thanked Sharon for the cup of tea. Her face of disgust didn’t deter him one bit. Not when he was about to revel in the potential destruction of the winter soldier. He had seen every soldier’s tapes. He knew all of their handlers, their weaknesses, their documented missions. And Zemo knew that your interactions were some of the worst in his opinion. HYDRA had a talent for cruelty, he’d give them that.

Steve looked over at his boyfriend, grabbing Bucky’s metal hand after he clenched and unclenched it for the fifth time in a row. Everyone knew that the nightmares were only a fragment of his memory and for the most part he had blocked everything else out. It wasn’t exactly as comforting as Bucky thought to get those bits of him back.

“Whenever you’re ready, Buck.”

“Just play the damn tapes. You’ll probably need subtitles. There was always a lot of Russian, French, and German.”

“I will provide whatever subtitles may be needed, Sergeant,” FRIDAY responded before starting the first bit of footage:

Bucky was pushed back into the mind wiping machine. You sat in a very nice chair, just off to the side so the scientists could do their work. It was frightening how unmoved you were by his screams. You simply continued to read out loud, asking every now and then if Bucky knew who he was.

“Bucky Barnes,” he gritted out.

Your eyes casted downward as you flipped the page. You began reading again while the machine went for a fifth time. Sweat clung to Bucky’s skin as the machine slowly quieted down. You grabbed the bookmark from your lap and tucked it into the book, closing it before looking the man across from you in the eye.

“Who are you?”

“Sergeant Barnes.”

Karpov’s hand appeared on your shoulder. “That’s good enough for now. You may take him.”

Various bits of cctv footage popped up on the screen, showing you leading Bucky through all the hallways of the facility. He stiffly walked behind you. You walked with determination to the garage. Without a second thought, you slipped into the passenger seat of a car that looked like it came from the 40s. Bucky closed your door before getting into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t a long drive. And the cctv never stopped, not even when they reached your apartment.

“When you comply, you can stay with me, Sergeant.” You unlocked the door to a very nice apartment. “This is much nicer than your cell, isn’t it?”

Wanda swallowed uncomfortably as you took off the soldier’s boots and directed him to the dining room. “Was she always this nice?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “It was the game she liked to play. If I complied then she was kind. Even a simple mistake would earn her other side.”

“For once, I’ll make dinner,” you told him. “But you know I hate cooking, Sergeant. You’re lucky the day has been hard on you. Otherwise, we’d both be eating sandwiches.”

Dinner was a quiet affair. Without needing to be told, Bucky did the dishes while you enjoyed your evening in front of the television. It was a practiced routine, something expected of him.

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You scowled as you leaned against the guard rails of your apartment balcony. It was a different apartment than the last videos, on a lower floor but with a bigger porch. The heavy rain soaked through the dress you wore.

“It’s getting rusty.”

Bucky looked down at his metal arm.

“If I have to replace it, you will get another punishment.”

Bucky ran a finger over the plates and you just sighed.

“Let’s go inside and I’ll work on you instead of Karpov.”

That seemed to wake the soldier up. Like the guard dog he was trained to be, he opened the door for you and waited patiently for you to come inside. You weren’t the one to work on him despite your promise. The moment you reached the HYDRA base, Bucky was taken by guards and beaten before being returned to his cryo chamber. You continued past his cell until you reached Karpov’s office.

“May I have a few days off?”

Karpov chuckled. “The Asset is giving you trouble? I heard you put him back in cryo.”

“I’m tired from all the healing. I cannot wield my powers effectively with constant use. If he is truly hurt and I am weak then I cannot heal him. He can’t keep coming to me for every cut or scrape without some time off.”

“You’re right. We’ll grant you use of the chamber. You get a week. He is needed in Budapest in ten days.”

You nodded before returning to Bucky’s cell. A second cryo chamber sat next to his. The scientists gave you all the necessary pills and prep work needed before guiding you into the cryo chamber.

Fury sat up straighter. “She’s a mutant?”

“Best healer in HYDRA. I think that’s why she was assigned to me. If the serum took two days to patch me up, she could get it done in ten hours. I was more effective because of her, had more work and missions that I could go on.”

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Karpov stood in front of a board room, other HYDRA officials waiting eagerly for him to start.

“L/N is perfect for the Asset in all forms. He is more efficient. The rampages have severely diminished. He’s scared when he can’t see her or doesn’t know of her whereabouts. The constant waiting for the worst case scenario only to be brought to her with a book in hand resets his mind better than a mind wipe and a week in cryo. I believe under L/N’s hold, he will only need to be on ice as a matter of life extension.”

Smiles spread amongst the crowd.

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Bucky was allowed a hot shower. Although, with the vastness of the shower rooms, an occasional chill still swiped at his skin. But still, the shower was hot and he had the room to himself. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of heels clicking against the tile.

“If I want to admire you, soldier, I can,” you said as you leaned against one of the shower dividers.

The cctv cut back to the one focused intently on Bucky’s shower. He said nothing, going back to washing the shampoo out of his hair. He looked down when two hands wrapped around him, tracing up and down his abs.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Sarge.”

Your right hand drifted lower and lower with a gentle touch. Bucky stiffened up slightly when you wrapped your hand around his cock. He paid you no mind, continuing to stare at the shower wall. You began moving your hand up and down his length, face and body mostly concealed by his broad shoulders and back. Little grunts came from Bucky as you pumped him faster.

“Maybe they should send you on more of these hard missions so I can come see you. I didn’t know you were so well endowed. I shall make myself more acquainted with this endowment tonight. I think I’ll enjoy it.”

Bucky stood up abruptly, needing fresh air. Zemo be damned, he couldn’t relive it. Not memories like those. No one tried to stop him or Steve who followed him out.

“Are you alright?” Steve tentatively asked his boyfriend.

A soft grunt escaped his lips when Bucky didn’t say anything but merely crashed into his arms and silently begged for a hug. He and Steve stayed out in the hall until the first meeting ended. Pity wasn’t something Bucky handled well. Yet, every single person gave him a pitiful glance as they exited. Even Zemo couldn’t help but give him a look as he was escorted back to his cell.

You sat on the kitchen counter, legs crossed and sipping someone’s premade smoothie that you weren’t sure what the flavor was. But you were hungry and the potato soup you were making needed time on the stove to cook some more.

It was demeaning that you only had access to baby knives and your potatoes took way longer to cut than necessary but you were going to get that soup you wanted. In the meantime, the smoothie that read property of Bucky on the side of the cup would satisfy you.

The elevator dinged, alerting you of a new presence. One by one, the Avengers filed out, staring at the ankle monitor dangling on your ankle as you bobbed one leg up and down before meeting your eyes with a glare. All Natasha could see was red when you brought the straw back to your lips. They all could see the writing on the side of it. Yet, you still obnoxiously slurped up the drink that you’re sure had some raspberry in it.

Before she could be stopped, Natasha’s hand struck you clear across the face. The little bit of smoothie left hit the floor before you could grab it.

“Stay the fuck away from Barnes. Don’t you ever touch him again.”

You stopped focusing on her to stare at the one person you knew in the tower. Bucky’s glare was worse than whatever Nat or the rest of the team could muster up. The timer ringing shook you from your impromptu staring contest. Without a second thought, you pushed past Nat to fix the bowl of potato soup you were craving. The Avengers watched you prepare your food without a care in the world. Your back wasn’t even tense. It’s like they didn’t exist. You set the bowl on the kitchen island.

“If you’re going to hit me, please do it when I don’t have food in my hand. Those little baby knives add a lot of minutes to my prep time and I wouldn’t appreciate the effort being wasted. Otherwise, I will continue to steal what you’ve made like that smoothie.”

You nodded when Natasha actually did take you up on the offer, grimacing a bit as you felt some blood trickle down your face. Your nose wasn’t broken despite the sound it made when Bucky had hit it, but it was still fairly bruised and a single slap had it hurting again. Carefully, you wiped away the blood with the back of your hand before grabbing your soup.

“Sergeant Barnes, you have a new arm. The other one suited you better,” you said after lots of consideration. “They said I was on your floor. Lead the way.”

Steve pushed the other man behind him, getting dangerously close to your face as he did. “He isn’t your guard dog. You don’t make demands of him. I will be escorting you.”

“Carry on then.”

The rest of the team watched as you followed Steve. It was almost like you were unaware that you were a prisoner. You followed behind him in the same manner that they watched you lead Bucky through the halls of the HYDRA facility.

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part 2

[because of the nature of this being a dark fic and the fact that I haven't written for this fandom in so long, I won't automatically put my usual taglist. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in the future]

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jimblejamblewritings · 6 days ago

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in case you were wondering my unfinished series haunt me too

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jimblejamblewritings · 9 days ago

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Damn, I'm really back on my Marvel kick because now I want to write a Mob Boss Steve fic... Idk where this energy came from

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jimblejamblewritings · 15 days ago

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New Steve Fic Update

I said it on the post with the poll but I'm repeating it here. I'm putting the Steve Rogers fic on my second blog so that way Pet Soldier doesn't get bogged down and sent into writing purgatory like my marauders fics (they'll eventually be finished, promise)

If you want to read the Steve Fic, here it is: My Girl, Forever and Always

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jimblejamblewritings · 17 days ago

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So it's looking like it'll be a tie or really close so to compromise, I'm just going to write the Steve fic alongside Pet Soldier but post the Steve one to my second fanfic blog. I'll reblog it here/ my second blog is linked in my masterlist.

Bringing Back Marvel Fanfics Poll

Hey! So, Pet Soldier has made me want to bring back Marvel fics on the blog. I already have an idea for a Steve fic but unlike with my Harry Potter fics, I'm going to work on only posting one fic at a time to try and finish them (hopefully, that's the goal). So, it might be a long while until the Steve fic comes out. Would y'all want a little headcanon style outline of the Steve fic (would include spoilers) and then I'll eventually get to writing it fully and posting it after Pet Soldier or do you just want to wait?

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@lil-riddle-kiddle @valckenaux @fries11 @blackterrae @violetlilites @dakotali

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jimblejamblewritings · 17 days ago

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Bringing Back Marvel Fanfics Poll

TAGLIST:

@lil-riddle-kiddle @valckenaux @fries11 @blackterrae @violetlilites @dakotali

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jimblejamblewritings · 23 days ago

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this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

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jimblejamblewritings · 24 days ago

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Pet Soldier | 3

THIS IS A DARK FIC!

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Heavy Angst (eventual hurt comfort). Violence. Mentions and depictions of Non-Con and Dub-Con. Psychological Trauma. Not Canon Compliant. Manipulation. Hydra.

Important Warnings for this Part: trauma, torture, manipulation

Pairing: eventual Stucky x reader, Stucky x hydra!reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist coming soon)

“I believe it would be best if L/N was moved from Avengers Tower.”

“Enough! As the captain, I am choosing to make an executive decision.”

“This is bullshit and you know it, Steve. She can’t be trusted.”

“Barnes, what did you do?” Natasha struggled to even look at him. “What did you do to her?”

“They let him rape you?” Sam asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the now still image on the screen.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I thought you all go on and on about how HYDRA are the bad guys.”

“But to allow him to do that to his own handler?” Natasha folded her arms over her chest. “It doesn’t seem within their nature and a good way for them to lose control of their asset.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you muttered.

“Whatever you’re afraid of everyone knowing, we can help. You have no need to be scared.”

You scoffed. “I’m not afraid of him or any of you. I do not want to be held responsible for breaking Sergeant Barnes.”

Steve nodded with the utmost seriousness. “I promise.”

“Bring me Zemo,” Bucky said, darkly.

“I take it you finally figured it out, Sergeant Barnes. I admit, you took much longer than I thought. I suppose they fried your brain even more than I believed.”

“Why?”

“You knew we’d eventually figure it out,” Steve muttered.

“I had hoped for the winter soldier’s mind to be more fractured beforehand… There’s still time.”

“What did you do with the real footage?”

“Flitted through whatever pieces I found could fit a narrative, hid the parts that didn’t fit, only focused on one angle of the cctv. It wasn’t that difficult to get you all to fa—”

“Where’s the real footage?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly bring it all with me when I was arrested.”

“Do you have the real footage of what you showed us?”

“Get a team back to the Siberian facility. Scour it for footage. It’s solely a recovery job. Get in and out as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fury turned back to the team. “Are we ready?”

Tony watched the screen flicker for a moment before nodding. “FRIDAY has run all the footage we currently have through her system. Just press play on the remote.” ��