The Winter Soldier

So I’ve decided to move Bucky to a fresh blog. New email, new url, new theme. Ideally, I’ll be able to get my thread tracker up and ready again. 

Lots of threads will be carried over as well, this isn’t a complete restart. There was just a lot I wanted to fix and a new blog was easier than fixing this blog. 

Blog here!

I’ll also be following some people, but who knows if tumblr will actually tell anyone I did.

@captive-commando​ ---> @ubiytsa​

His temper was definitely rising and Wanda stood in the middle of the room, intimidated, wanting to be more of a help in this situation than she actually was. She would have loved to offer him a quick fix, send him back into his dimension, but that was nothing she was capable of at the moment. Maybe Dr. Strange would be able to find a solution, but until then, he was stuck with her and the other Avengers. It was an awkward idea of all of them being in one room together and her having to explain the disaster to the boys. 

The way he spoke to her made it quite obvious, that he wasn’t a fan of the Wanda in his universe. “On…today”, she asked with mild confusion, wondering what her other ego was doing in the parallel universe. It sounded like she had made even more bad decisions than Wanda had in her short life. At least she had only changed sides three times, not knowing any better. “I’m not hiding”, she stammered, cheeks flushing, because his words were harsh and full of dislike. That was going to be an interesting time together, she could tell.

“I’ve been an Avenger for many years. Kind of. The Avengers were officially ended by the government a couple of years back and then the majority of us was dead for a while, but… yeah. Sam, Bucky - our Bucky - and I are still Avengers. There’s just not a lot to do since Thanos. No threats or attacks. We’ve been trying to get back into a routine. This is our house right now, since the compound was destroyed. I’m sure Thanos didn’t happen in your dimension. It was….a big thing. Anyway - the boys are in New York for the next couple of days, so I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. But I’ll contact Strange and see if he has any idea on how to fix this. Would you like some tea?” She was trying her best not to let his hostility get the better of her and remained friendly towards him.

     “Are you leading the Avengers now?” She’d done that before she went off the rails. Her time at the helm was the only reason Bucky hadn’t written Wanda off entirely in the aftermath of her reality warping fiascos. Things had been good before they went bad, and he could view those times independently when he chose to. 

     At least Sam was here. There was one person he knew he could trust. 

     There was little he could do at the moment, and as risky as it seemed he decided to trust her for the moment. Finally lowering his guard he returned his weapon to its holster, revealing his bare palms to her for just a moment before they too came to rest at his sides. It wasn’t an act of surrender, but a promise to behave. 

     “Say I believe you-” Which he did, much to his own displeasure. If she was telling the truth it would mean he would be forced to wait and trust her. Trusting strangers never worked out well for him. “-and you’re not messing with my head. How do I know that your version of me isn’t waiting outside this room to kill me?” 

         “I do, don’t I?” Wearing lingerie wasn’t particularly enticing for Natasha, not enough to be worth the price of having a wide variety of them; not to mention, she didn’t like being looked at like a piece of meat by just anyone.

         The thing was, James wasn’t ‘just anyone’. Besides, even at his most impulsive, even if he did look at her like a piece of meat, there was always love beneath it all, and Natasha never doubted that she only had to look mildly bored for him to back off without a second thought. He had never lacked respect and decency with her, so Natasha was more inclined to indulge him than she would be with anyone else.

         And, yes, the way he looked at her, with desire so clearly spelled out in his eyes, made her heart beat faster.

         Natasha allowed him to switch their positions, legs spreading then curling over his hips, grinned up at him. James looked as good on top of her as he did beneath her. As he swept town to press kisses against her neck, Natasha’s hands slipped into his hair with a sigh, eyes slipping shut. When he reached her collarbone and nipped at it, she arched slightly into it. As the kisses made their way down her breast, Natasha hummed happily, let out a quiet gasp when he nipped at the soft skin there, scratched her fingers across his scalp.

     With her legs comfortably around him, he couldn’t resist grinding against her with a fluid roll of his hips. She’d only managed to strip him of his shirt before his attention was entirely swept away by her surprise, leaving Bucky still in his trousers. Despite the layers between them, he knew she’d feel just how effectively she’d riled him up. 

     As her nails scraped against his scalp, sending a shiver down his spine, Bucky found his need intensifying. None of his former masters could hold a flame to the power Natasha held over him. Already a few of his bites had transformed into blossoming bruises, but he was far from finished. 

     Freeing his metallic arm from under her, letting the cool metal ghost up her side before his hand cupped a lace-clad breast. His firm fingers sought hard peaks, pinching it just as his lips latched onto her other nipple through the lace. His stubble scraped against the delicate fabric, but whatever sound it made was lost in the ones she was giving him.

plotted starter for @captive-commando​

they tell her the infection would have killed most people. however, she is not most people. she’s barely a person at all. she would have been a black widow. that was before this. before the masked man slashed his way through the facility leaving blood and bodies in his wake.

and by luck, some strange sort of luck. there is no such thing as luck. she manages to survive it. with a gaping wound in her side that she does her best to sew shut. only to end up a prisoner of shield. 

she’s not a prisoner. they tell her that too. but they are the enemy and she cannot leave and that makes her a prisoner. or a noncompliant patient the shield doctor grumbles. 

she’s not sure what is going to come next, but the sick feeling in faina’s stomach is only amplified as she looks up to see an all-too-familiar figure standing in the door way.

him.

     Fury had been kind enough was it really kindness? to tell him about their latest rescue before anyone else did. Normally he’d be content to let SHIELD deprogram anyone they found in the Red Room, content to let them go without ever meeting him, but this was different. 

     Like many of the people he trained, he’d expected her to be dead. A kinder fate, perhaps. Letting the room kill them before they were pushed into service, but to hear Faina had survived hadn’t shocked him. 

     They’d failed to break her when they had the chance.

     With little more than a nod of his head, the doctors left, seeming almost glad to be away from their willful charge for a moment. Only when they were alone did he approach her bed, doing well to stay out of striking distance. 

     “Good job, you survived.”

Natasha is sitting by herself outside to get some kind of fresh air to attempt to ground her. Her breath was coming in short pants as she rested her elbows on her knees as her head rested in her hands. Keeping her head low was keeping Natasha as grounded as she could be before the thoughts and memories of the red room kept poking their ways back into her head. Groaning she grabs a spare brick from building one of the external training rooms and tossing it at the ground. Watching it shatter she hears a shocked scoffing noise come from behind her. Turning her head, showing her tear stained face off before turning her head back around she groans lightly, “go away James.” She doesn’t want anyone to see her like this, on the verge of a panic attack at any second. “I don’t want to be near anyone.”

     “That is unfortunate.” Like a tin soldier bolted into place he stayed perfectly still, neither moving to leave or to step closer. Not yet. In nature spiders rarely bite unless distressed or aiming to kill, and his spider was no different. 

     As he stood he could see her cracks, her pained distress. Believing, perhaps hopefully, that she’d leave if she truly didn’t want company he let a beat pass them by before speaking softly. The cool late evening air carrying the quiet Russian to her, 《We can go somewhere private. Away from here. You don’t need to hide from me, but I will help you hide from them.》

That Bucky was DEFINITELY not like the one she was used to. His temper was different and his cold assessment of the situation reminded her more of the Winter Soldier, than Bucky Barnes. It made her tense a little, because she had no idea what kind of version she had brought here. His reality could be very different from theirs, so there was no telling whether he was even on their side or not.  “Why…well, entirely no reason, I’m afraid. It’s um…complicated”, she began to explain, running a hand through her hair. How was she going to explain all of this in short, to someone who had no idea about anything that had happened in their reality lately?

“The short version is: I died, came back and ever since then, I have issues controlling my powers when I fall asleep. The overall explanation is, that I can manipulate realities, but don’t know how to do it intentionally yet. I’ve never manifested a PERSON from another reality before. Just objects and…strange creatures from the dream realm. This here is a first.”

She nervously chewed her bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “So, are you…I mean, in your world….on our side?” Obviously, she could just read his mind, but it was a lot more polite to ask him. Taking the possibility into account, that he might still be affiliated with Hydra in his reality, Wanda knew that she had to be careful. But there was a certain familiarity in his gaze when he looked at her, so she dared to assume that he had met another version of her before.

     “Great.” It took more self-control than expected to keep himself from snapping. Even if he had no real reason to believe her, he was beginning to doubt she dragged him here intentionally. That much seemed true, especially as her nerves seemed to get the better of her. The Scarlet Witch he knew was many, many things but he’d never heard of her playing the scared woman card before, “I’m never the first for anything good, am I?”

     A rhetorical question. He already knew the answer was no and who knows what he was like in her reality. Sighing a small curse under his breath he finally looked away from her, once again trying to glean clues from the room they were in. The Brotherhood rarely stayed in one place for long, and Magneto rarely sprang for cozy living quarters for his pawns. Their surroundings seemed almost domestic in a sense, but he didn’t buy it completely. 

     “That depends, who’s side are you on today Ms. Maximoff?” A bit cruel, especially since this girl woman seemed to lack the same anguished edges as the woman he knew, but when Wanda went rogue everyone seemed to pay a price. His words were hypocritical, of course, but he rarely changed sides willingly as she did, “I’m still with the Avengers.”