#jfc i finally got this done after 283746 years

[gunshou]

Fear Death by Water

For @ghostlygun, the most patient of all trashlings

Characters: The Winter Soldier, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, various HYDRA agents

Summary: When a mission goes awry, Jack Rollins just wants someone to be as miserable as he is. The Winter Soldier learns the price for his inflexible pride.

Rating: explicit

Content warning: Omorashi, Rape/Non-con Elements, Competent Winter Soldier, Humiliation, background HYDRA husbands (blink and you miss it), HTP

Word count: 5672

Uh, I do not have a pee kink, so *shrug emoji*. I hope this came out ok!

READ ON AO3

Excerpt below:

The mission was a cock-up from the start, and while it wasn’t really the asset’s fault, Jack Rollins blamed him anyway.

The Soldier made a good target for Jack’s ire on any day, with his creepy vacant stare and the faintly contemptuous curl of his lip that made Rollins want to staple his molded black mask to his stupid fucking face. He didn’t understand why Rumlow coddled the damn thing all the time, but had learned the hard way not to give him shit about it. Rumlow had a tendency to take it out on Rollins at inappropriate times, like when Rollins was on the edge of an orgasm and Brock got that mean glint in his dark eyes that meant Jack wasn’t going to get to come after all. Those instances occurred rarely, but it happened enough for Rollins to keep a mental list. And yeah, maybe it was stupid to blame the Winter Soldier for that, but fuck that freak, it’s not like he could take offense.

Unlike now, when the goddamn cybernetic fuckhead took every bit of offense at his FUBARed mission.

“I told you to leave it,” the Soldier growled for the fourth time, his gravelly voice inflected with a Russian accent in his ire. Stupid fucking thing couldn’t even remember what goddamn country he was in half the time. Didn’t matter to Rollins that the asset’s brain had been fried to hell and gone, the dumbass robot should have been able to pick up on situational context that they weren’t in fucking Siberia. The sand and heat might have been a clue.