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The cool cloth against his face was a temporary relief, a soft whimper leaving him at the way her hand lingered in his hair. He’d never felt heat like this, rolling under his skin in waves, chasing out all rational thought until there was only need. He fought it at every crest and knew he would drown before long. These waves were small compared to the tidal wave that was building. It would obliterate him and any quaint ideas he had about being in control.

Her gentle hand on his face banished whatever thoughts were trying to form, and he made a sound like a sob, leaning into the soft touch. His skin felt stretched tight over his bones, every nerve ending alive and on fire. He’d known touch starvation before, but not like this. His skin actually ached to be touched. "Please, please…" He realized he was repeating the word, begging her, and made himself stop. He didn’t know if he would have the presence of mind to do it again.

"You don't understand. This isn't a sickness. The toxin must have been some sort of…" The words stumbled and tripped over themselves in his haste to get them out, and through the haze of heat, he couldn’t find the ones he needed to explain. He growled in frustration, pulling at the cuffs, not to escape but because he hoped the metal biting into his wrist would ground him. It did and it didn't. He hadn’t realized the pain would flip so easily into pleasure, his eyes going glassy for a moment, cock twitching and leaking in his pants. "I'm--" he gasped, needing to explain before he couldn’t. "This is a need. I want you to touch me. I want it so bad, I'd do anything for it. I'll beg for you. I won't be able to stop myself."

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Bucky assumed when he encountered the toxin on a mission that it hadn’t affected him. There were no immediate side effects, and the serum was designed to filter out things like that. He was uncomfortably warm when he returned to the base, but he attributed that to the serum as well. He always ran a little hot. He mentioned the encounter in his report and debriefing, but otherwise it passed without comment.

By the time he’d stripped his weapons in the armory and headed back to the room he shared with Dominika, he knew he'd been mistaken. Something was off. Something was wrong. His temperature had spiked, and his skin felt too tight. Perhaps it would have been safer to report to medical, but... not in HYDRA. There was exactly one person he trusted when something went wrong, and she was on the other side of the door.

He was stripping out of his jacket and shirt as soon as it closed and locked behind him. It was so hot, and his clothes were stifling and tight. It was hitting him in waves as he sat on the edge of the bed to unlace his boots, and he worried what he might do. "Restrain me," he managed to choke out, already pulling a pair of magnetic cuffs from his gear, his cock straining against his pants. "You can't let me go. Even when I beg."

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES Captain America: The Winter Soldier THUNDERBOLTS*

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"I will always love you," he repeated quietly, holding his gaze. He didn't care what he called himself, Steve or Winter, or what he'd been through, or what he'd done. That was his best friend standing in front of him, and Bucky would always be hopelessly loyal to him. He couldn't judge him for what he'd done, not after the hard choices Bucky had made during the war, not when none of it had been Steve's choice.

"I've hurt people too. It doesn't change how I feel about you. There's nothing you could ever do to change that. I just got you back. I'm not losing you again."

"There's no him or you for me, Winter. There's just you." It wasn't a matter of choosing which one he liked better. They were all still Steve deep down, any version of him. "I promise. It'll take some time to get to know you like this. But I've always loved you. I always will."

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So thankfull we don't see Buckys 'Shame Rooms' and how they torture him again. I would haven't certainly survied it and thrown my phone against the screen.

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He'd had a little time to get his head on straight in the shower. He was still wracked with guilt and terrified of hurting Clint again, but making the decision to stay had been the hard part-- and he had already made it, the moment he'd stepped out of the gas station bathroom and decided to return to the motel instead of to just keep going. Now, all he had to do was follow through. It didn't ease the fear or the regret, but he was calmer, more settled.

He could tell the moment he left the bathroom that Clint wasn't. "Is it okay if I sit here?" He nodded to the other side of the bed, not wanting to startle him by just sitting by him. If he had to see Clint flinch away from him again right now, it was going to shatter something inside him. If he was alright with it, he perched on the side of the bed, one leg tucked up beside him, facing Clint. He rested his hand on the bed between them, letting him decide if he wanted to hold it or not.

"If I was going, I would have gone. But I didn't. I want to be with you, Clint. I'm terrified that I hurt you or that I might hurt you again, and I'm-- you have every right to be afraid of me." He couldn't promise it wouldn't happen again. That was exactly the problem. Bucky had no control over it. But if he wanted to stay, and Clint wanted him to stay, then it seemed they'd both made their choices. "I love you," he added quietly, aching. "I don't want to lose you."

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Those early days of their partnership, sleep had been hard to come by on both sides, with Clint going through the painful process of getting sober and Bucky's tortured mind still struggling to piece itself back together. It was hard to separate his memories from his nightmares, and he still wasn't always sure which were which. He'd accepted he'd never know on some of it, even with all the records they'd managed to dig up at the Hydra bases they'd burned. He'd never bothered trying to hide any of it from him. At first, he hadn't cared what Clint knew or what he thought of him, but over time that had shifted. He'd come to trust that, whatever Clint learned about his past, it wouldn't change things between them now.

Both of them sleeping through the night was more common now, and being wrapped around him in bed was Bucky's favorite way to fall asleep. There was more comfort in that warm, familiar body, in Clint's scent clinging to his shirt for the rest of the day, than he'd ever had in his life. If he had to guess, he'd say nightmares were going to be a problem for both of them all their lives though. A person couldn't see everything they'd seen or go through everything they'd been through and not be haunted by it, even if they put on brave faces during the day.

He'd been warned by every book he'd read on trauma that things might get worse once he started to feel settled. It seemed backward that his mind would start dredging up horrors when he was finally starting to feel safe, finally starting to be happy, but that was precisely the reason. He was finally safe enough to start dealing with some of that buried shit. It hadn't prepared him for the frequency or intensity of the nightmares that had hit in the past couple weeks, making him reluctant to even close his eyes or sleep next to Clint for fear that all his thrashing around would hurt him.

Judging by the way his head felt like it had been split in half and Clint wasn't in the bed when he opened his eyes, something worse had happened. He sat up slowly, wincing at the pain in his head, his gaze taking in the trashed room with mounting dread. He remembered the nightmare, another vivid reenactment of his Winter Soldier days, but this… he had no memory of this. "Clint?" His voice was strained like he'd been abusing it, and he swallowed past his suddenly dry throat. Questions rose to the surface of his mind. What happened? What did I do? But there was only one that really mattered. "Are you okay?"

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Whatever happened with Walker, it wasn’t your fault. I get it. It’s just that shield’s the closest thing I’ve got left to a family. So when you retired it, it made me feel like I had nothing left. Made me question everything: you, Steve, me. You know, I’ve got his, uh, I’ve got his book. And, uh, I just figured if it worked for him, then it’d work for me. Bucky Barnes in RAINBOW COLORS (insp)

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The surprise faded quickly and his annoyance along with it. He knew her every inflection, and even without seeing her face, he knew it had been an honest mistake. She was just as worried and on edge as he was, and it was actually sweet that she'd come to make sure he was okay. He also knew he should feel some sort of shame for literally being caught with his dick in his hand, but he didn’t. He was just tired, of running and hiding his feelings for her and pushing her away.

His cock throbbed at the sound of her voice, entirely too real and close-- far more real than the mental image he'd conjured. The chilly water running down his back was doing nothing to bank the fire in him. He didn’t turn away, couldn't seem to help the way his hand stroked over himself, slow and deliberate despite knowing she could see what he was doing through the fogged glass. Maybe not the details, but the motion would come through fine. His voice was low, ground tight with the desire he'd tried so hard to suppress. "You should go. Before we both do something we regret."

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They'd fled Mexico and kept running south, and still he hadn’t been able to convince Lily to turn around and go home. He probably could have given her the slip by now, but he didn’t have the heart to abandon her in the middle of nowhere. It had been hard enough to leave her the first time, when he knew she was safe. He couldn’t do it now, knowing HYDRA was on their tail, not knowing if she could make it back safely on her own.

Time and distance hadn’t done anything to kill his feelings for her. If anything, it was worse now, and the close quarters were killing him. He’d escaped into the shower and ran it colder than he liked, thrusting purposefully into his hand in an effort to take the edge off his feelings. Though he'd done his best to swallow any sound, a little moan had escaped, and he jumped as he realized someone was standing on the other side of the glass, accidentally cracking one of the ceramic tiles with his elbow. "Jesus, Lily, don't you knock?"

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES in THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) — dir. Jake Schreier

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It would take someone who knew him extremely well to tell that Bucky was wrecked, and there just weren't that many people left who knew him like that. Steve and Tasha were years gone, and he could tell that a part of Kara was still trapped in her own mind much the way Bucky was. The void had not been kind to any of them, but for people who had the kinds of horrors in their pasts that they had… it was nothing sort of soul-crushing. The only reason he was still on his feet was because he had decades of practice at functioning even when he was under extreme duress. It had been his default setting for so long that it felt almost normal to go back to it, as if a part of him had always known he would find himself back at the mercy of HYDRA one day.

He'd retreated into the iciness of the Soldier's mindset to protect himself. Not fully, he wasn't sure he was even capable of that anymore, but it was enough to give him the emotional distance he needed to keep moving. He still wasn't sure why he hadn't stepped forward and called Valentina out on all her bullshit right there in front of god, the press, and everyone. Christ knew he had no interest in being an Avenger, least of all under her command. God, could you imagine? He wouldn't trust her to help him move his couch, let alone to run a team of highly powered and unstable people. He could say it was the lingering trauma of the void that had kept him quiet, his mind still reeling from it, but he didn't think that was true. The real reason was that he'd been watching Yelena's face, and she wanted this. She wanted to be a hero. A part of her maybe even needed it, and that part of him that would always be bound to Natasha tugged at him. He couldn't bring himself to take this shot from her, so he said nothing.

It wasn't going to stand though, and Kara of all people had to realize that. Bucky had no intention of joining the team, although he might feel compelled to babysit them. Somehow, they were his now, and he couldn't just leave them to fend for themselves. He had no intention of letting Valentina get away with everything either, but he'd find another way to expose her that didn't hurt his team. He was the goddamn Winter Soldier, and despite what he told the U.S. government, he'd never stopped using some of his skills. He'd dig up the necessary intel on Val and bury her. It was easier to think about than lingering on the horrors of the void rooms, and he realized even as he was doing it that he was distracting himself from confronting them. This wasn't the time or the place to wrestle with his demons.

"Nah, we've got great history… no sweat." He didn't bother to fake a smile this time to go with the deflection, his flesh hand rubbing gentle circles into her back. He could tell she was barely holding it together, and he didn't want to be the reason she crumbled. He gave a small, approving nod to Krypto when he came over to comfort her. "He wasn't with us when we walked in. After that, I'm not sure," he admitted, shaking his head. He didn't know what kind of effects the void would have on a dog, if it affected them at all. Then again, Krypto wasn't exactly a normal dog.

"I can't promise that, солнышко. Nobody can. We don't know enough about it yet, but I think… it's Bob tapping into his powers that triggers the Void. He doesn't seem in any hurry to use them again. We'll be here to help him." Bucky wasn't the type to offer comforting lies, but he could try for comforting facts. Bob hadn't enjoyed that trip into darkness any more than the rest of them, and Bucky seriously doubted he'd be trying it again soon. He pulled her more fully onto his lap and tucked her close, arms wrapping around her while she cried. He murmured soft things in Russian to soothe her, stroking her hair. "I know it's not in your nature to run from a fight, but if it happens again, you don't have to go back. It's harder on you than the rest of them."

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They'd gotten back to the tower and she hadn't been expecting things to go the way they had. She was still messed up and she knew Bucky wasn't about to leave her till he knew she was fine. Kara wasn't even really sure that he was fine. If she'd seen what she did, how in the world had he taken the things he'd seen. She'd spent enough time in Wakanda with him and talked under the stars enough to know that there are dark dark memories from his time.

Bent over, her arms on her knees, she still didn't know what to tell him besides she would be fine. She felt his arm on her body as she turned to look at him. "Pretty bad day huh?" It had been an understatement but now, they were here in the tower, needing a place to stay. "Tell the others they can stay here. There's plenty of apartments below mine." She smiled at him. "Guess we'll be moving into the brownstone sooner than we thought. It's not done being remodeled but I don't mind. This place has been a mess for years and we've been living here."

She knew that Bucky wasn't about to stay in a place where they couldn't be alone, the three of them. Just as the thought of Krypto came in her mind, the white dog put his head under her hands and she almost sighed with relief. She turned with a furrowed brow, "Do you think the Void effected him. I wasn't close enough to see if he disappeared because he was sent in a separate ship from me and didn't land till three years after. " He nudged her again but had a playful look. "Go lay down and rest buddy. We'll take you out in a bit. Maybe go to the park. I could use to get away from heroing for a bit."

Kara really wasn't alright and she knew that James could tell when she was faking it, when she was masking for the sake of the people coming in and out and were all around them. She whispered to Bucky. "I'm scared, James. I'm scared of Bob. His powers effected me, hurt me and now he's in here like everything is fine. What do I do? It wasn't the same for me as it was the rest of you. I was lost in there and where you found each other, I looked I was being hurt but at the same time stuck like something in him was trying to push me to the edge like I was when my dad died. Please tell me you're sure he's fine... I'm just.." Her words stopped and she threw herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and she was straddling him so that he could hold on to her small body. Just when she thought her mask was good enough, she burst into tears."

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Sebastian Stan photographed by Norman Jean Roy for Vanity Fair.

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Clint must have been sneaky about it because it caught him by surprise. Bucky wasn’t even thinking about his birthday in the days leading up to it. He probably would have remembered at some point that day, but it wasn’t as important to him as, say, Clint’s birthday. He valued his partner a lot more than himself. A little shiver ran through him at the soft kisses along his scars, and he tipped his head, stealing a kiss.

He laughed when he pulled back, finally sliding out of the bed. "For the record, that's how you light a fire under my ass. I need something to watch when you're away on mission." Regular porn was so boring. Clint was way hotter than any of those people. He reached for a pair of jeans to pull on. No reason to give the neighbors a show if they were going outside. Wait, outside? "Are we doing breakfast or presents first?"

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“Happy Birthday!” Clint jumped on the bed before Bucky had the chance to open his eyes. “You need to get up! Right now! I have the whole day planned and before you have breakfast, you need to open your first gift. You get 2 clues; it’s outside and it’s not a toaster.” Outside the apartment sat a black vintage Harley Davidson motorcycle.

He groaned and rolled over, grumbling something unintelligible in Russian. It was never his instinct to push Clint away though. Instead, an arm circled his waist and dragged him down onto the bed with him, draping himself half over him. He hadn't even opened his eyes, face nestling in the crook of his neck. "Thank you, baby. I love it."

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SEBASTIAN STAN by Andrew Hetherington for Details Magazine (2012)