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"Soldat," Winter's eyes were the only thing that moved to indicate he heard the Handler, "Captain America and The Black Widow have infiltrated Zola's 'brain' and survived the missile sent their way. As soon as they come onto our radar again, you are to silence them. Be ready."

Zola. Winter nor James had any positive feeling toward the scientist, and he hoped the missile strike had erased the horrid little man forever. "The Technician." Winter said and waited for the other man to give him permission to continue, "She gave me food earlier to see if I can handle it. I have too much energy, and exercise did not alleviate it - I'm tense."

The handler didn't like the sound of the word 'tense'. A tense Soldat often resulted in an irritated and violent Soldat. "You want to go for a run or something?"

Winter sat up and turned his head to look at the man, "Something."

--

Y/N rolled her blanket up and shoved it between the headboard of the bed and her back, they wouldn't give her more pillows, and she couldn't breathe if she lay down flat. That wasn't her only reason for being unable to sleep, though she wished it was. What she had said to Winter, how she had treated him, the briefest flash of hurt in his eyes when called the Handlers to come and fetch him like a loose dog... It was what she had wanted, right?

To hurt him, to chase him away so that when she was either left to die untreated or executed, it wouldn't break him.

Y/N wasn't sure if she had been selfish or kind. On the one hand, she thought she was saving his mind; what he had of it. She knew him enough to know Hydra's puppet from the person Winter used to be - and she hoped that person found a way to get away from Hydra and be free.

On the other hand, Y/N wanted him to resent her and treat her unkindly, as he had in the past. She wanted Winter to make her hate him so that the dull ache in her heart wouldn't throb so painfully with her struggling lungs. Then she wouldn't worry about him anymore.

When she had first agreed to sleep with him, it had been because she was hoping to find a charming young man who laughed and smiled and danced. She had selfishly wanted to pry open Winter and snatch James out... and she had been lonely.

Had Winter been lonely too?

Learning that her worsened asthma was due to organ damage from the emergency thaw out, particularly her left lung, Y/N had asked the medic what could be done - they had shrugged and sent her away. No longer was she the highly valued Cryo Technician, but a loose end. Dying from complications was a little less messy for Hydra... one less unmarked grave for them to hide.

Winter had always warned her she would get herself killed. Two hard knocks on her door made Y/N yelp and grab for her perfume bottle on the bedside table - not much of a defence, but she carried it with her to the door and opened it slowly. She saw a bearded man in uniform first, and then just behind him was The Winter Soldier. "I'm not interested," Y/N said tiredly, looking at the Handler rather than the brunette, "Go find a different girl to fuck."

"I don't think you get a choice, sweetie." No sooner had the man said it that Winter was moving past him and wrapping his titanium hand around her throat. He walked her backwards into the room and then hissed when he felt a spray of something hitting his skin. "Soldat?!" The handler reached for his handgun and paused when Winter barked that it was only perfume - he was fine.

Y/N heard the bottle smash on the floor as she grabbed his wrist with both hers and tried to move him, "Let me go!! I'm not - don't touch me, Winter! Get off me!!"

Watching her struggle and shaking his head at the fuss she was making, the handler told the Soldier that he had twenty minutes and closed the door as he left.

The woman continued to pull at his hand, gasping for air and choking - it wasn't because of his hand though. Winter had grabbed her neck but not once had he squeezed or tightened his grip; this was for show. "Calm down. I'm not going to do anything." He murmured and shoved her gently so that she was sat on her bed with a slight bounce, "Where're your inhalers?" Y/N pointed to her drawer, and he fetched it for her, attempting to hold it to her mouth until she snatched it out of his hand. He hadn't meant to set her off. He had made sure not to press her windpipe, but she had panicked and not taken a moment to realise he wasn't doing more than holding her throat. Winter knew she would have sent him away, and he knew the man he had been with wouldn't stop him if he acted like he was going to force Y/N. The thought that the man would stand by and let Winter rape a woman made him sick, and he wondered just how lowly people thought of him.

He wasn't a monster. He didn't want to be a monster.

Whilst waiting for her to catch her breath, he rubbed at his eye and winced as the burning in his eye and nostrils got worse. Most of the perfume she sprayed at him had hit his hair - it wasn't a bad plan. Why did she have perfume if her asthma was this bad? And when had he ever known her to wear it? Thinking it through, Winter landed on a few memories of the scent, though it was so much lighter, and then he recalled a small bottle she had in her bag earlier, one with a see-through cap that showed a rollerball applicator. He was so concentrated on answering his own question that he nearly missed her asking him why he was there. "Earlier... you were pushing me away, weren't you?"

"Yes. I'm sick of yo-"

The side of his fist hit the wall on his right, the plaster splintering under the force and Y/N stared at him with wide, frightened eyes as he shouted, "Shut up!" Whether she was genuinely sick of him or lying to force him to leave, Winter didn't want to hear it, and he didn't think he could bear hearing it. "Just shut up!" He was quieter this time, "You can't mess with me like this. You can't poke and prod at me, hoping for me to remember something from before. You can't compromise me in hopes that I'll just change into a man." Winter's voice cracked at the end, and he crouched down in front of her, his hands on her knees, "I'm not a man, Y/N. I'm aware enough to know that the things I do are wrong, that I'm a killer, and when I do it, I have no control... my body goes on its own. I lift a gun, and I tell myself 'no', but it always ends the same. You said I was a puppet, and you're right. You're kind for not calling me what I am because even I can see I'm a monster. They ripped me apart and put back the pieces they wanted - Anything of the original is in here by accident...."

"Winter..." Y/N breathed and shook her head, "It's not your fault."

He scoffed but continued speaking, "I'll kill Captain America, and when everyone is distracted by the Hellicarrier launch, I'll come get you, and I'll get you out of here."

The Technician grabbed his hands on her knees and shook her head again, "Not without you." She heard his sharp intake of breath and watched as his pupils dilated, his eyebrows drawing together as he remained still, "Winter?"

Shaking it off, Winter stood up and headed for the door, "It's nothing. I just... there was a flash of something. Just keep your inhalers on you for when I come get you."

Y/N clutched the sheets on her bed, her thoughts going everywhere at once but always coming back to one conclusion: They were getting out of Hydra.

At least she had hoped they were. Hopes that were dashed barely fourteen hours later when Y/N was dragged from her bed by two Hydra agents and shoved down the hallways of The Vaults for no reason other than 'The Asset is unstable'.

Unstable?

That could mean so many things. Winter could be injured, he could be having a violent episode, he could have given himself away and was now known to be compromised. And if he was any of those things, why did they need her?

Was this it? Was this her execution date?

It was a miracle that she hadn't been triggered into an attack, though her breaths were wheezy, and a few short coughs escaped her. Two gated doors were pulled open, each locking quickly behind her and then the hall opened up into a room where the walls were lined with bank boxes. Either side of her were consoles, computers and soldiers with their rifles raised, and in the middle was Winter on high alert whilst sat in the memory suppressor.

His skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his body stiff and battered, a technician was unconscious across the room and Winter's titanium arm was missing a panel. He was hardly blinking as he sat tense and ready; his chest was rising and falling in short, sharp breaths. They allowed her to approach him and Y/N looked at the monitors attached to him - his vitals were off the charts. She was alarmed at how hard his heart was pumping, his blood pressure was high, adrenaline levels were unstable as if he were still fighting or expecting to. Winter was in full battle mode, and his body wasn't telling him to calm down. "Winter...," Y/N called him gently, "You need to calm down. There's no fight."

Placing her hand on his shoulder made him flinch, and his muscles bunched almost painfully, "Please, you're making everyone nervous, and I don't want you getting shot." Nor was she keen to meet a bullet just yet, "They think you're unstable." Winter's jaw clenched, but slowly he lowered his shoulders and took in a deep breath, "That's it." He wasn't looking at her, but she could see him deflate and gave a sigh of relief. Y/N picked up an ECG patch and leaned closer to him as she placed it on his body, trying to keep her voice low enough so that only he would hear, "Keep it together, Winter, make your report and not another word."

The Technician headed for a console and tapped a few of his old test results, trying her best to find an old battle report where he had remained hypervigilant and play this off as if it were usual. There was a brief moment their eyes had met, and he looked frightened - this wasn't just the fight, this was something else, and she wondered if coming face to face with Steve Rogers had set him off.

The combat would have been close. There was no chance for her to wonder or enquire as the gates to the vault rattled open, and Pierce appeared. The man took in the tense air of the room, he watched as Winter became tense again, and then he approached the Soldier to demand the 'Mission Report'.

He asked twice.

Winter remained unresponsive - he either didn't want to answer or couldn't.

He didn't ask a third time and instead backhanded Winter hard enough to jerk his head to the side; Y/N barely kept herself in check. The effort it took for her not to get up and smash Peirce's head into the drawers lining the wall made her tremble, and she could just imagine Winter's surprise. The Winter Soldier didn't move; he continued staring toward the right, unblinking, until finally, he croaked, "The man on the bridge…." His blue eyes were unfocused, moving all about the room and faces of the agents holding rifles, almost as if he was disorientated. His expression kept changing in what she could only guess was frustration and anxiety.

He wanted to speak, his conditioning was crumbling into tiny pieces, and he wasn't guarding himself. "The man on the bridge..." He kept blinking in quick succession as he recalled something before turning his gaze up to Pierce, "I knew him." The blinking had almost stopped again, but she could see his heart on the screen was pumping as hard and as fast as hers. And then Pierce started doing what he did best: Lying. Pretty words that were designed to lull Winter into a false sense of security, a false sense of belonging that had people falling over themselves to please the director.

She'd fallen for it, and she silently prayed that Winter would just appease the old man. That he would give his report and nothing else.

Y/N could see Winter wasn't listening though, he had gone back to staring at nothing. All throughout Pierce's little 'Saving the masses' speech, Winter hardly blinked; he was definitely working through something, putting a puzzle together in his head – searching.

"...Don't...." The woman breathed, her nails biting into her palms as she fisted her hands, her heart hammering into her ribcage and thundering in her ears, "Don't...."

"But I knew him." He knew he knew something and didn't care what Pierce had to say, the painfully, self-deprecating smile – though it was more a grimace – showed how hard this was for him, and Y/N realised this wasn't Winter.

This was James. Frightened, tired and broken James Barnes.

Winter was shoved back into the chair, steel bands restraining him as they gave him a mouthguard to bite down on. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his terrified gasps filling the room as Pierce told them to 'Wipe him'.

"Please!" Y/N got up so quickly that her chair clattered to the floor, "Please don't wipe him, Mr Pierce!" She'd caught hold of his sleeve as he passed close by, "It's an adrenaline spike - he doesn't know what he's saying! Please, please!" The man tore his arm from her, ordering someone to remove her before she did more damage to the Asset.

Winter's screams drowned out hers, and she couldn't help but cry and fight as hard as she could against the Hydra agent dragging her from the vault. They were tearing and shredding everything up inside his head. Leaving nothing but Hydra and killing the man she loved in the process.

--

Y/N had lost consciousness during her fight to get free. Her lungs had gone into distress, and her airway had nearly closed up, but she hadn't cared - they would kill her anyway.

Waking up in the infirmary had confused her though. There was an IV drip set up at her side and a breathing mask over her nose and mouth. On a metal trolley beside her bed were bottles of medicine for bringing down fever and antibiotics. There were names on the bottle she didn't recognise, but by the way, her chest felt blissfully light - the heavy weight she'd felt the past few weeks gone - she assumed it was for that. That meant the damage done to her body could be treated and maybe even cured, or at least managed.

This wasn't being done out of the kindness of Hydra's heart. Feeling that her wrists were cuffed to either side of the bedrails, Y/N searched the small room for a guard. All she found was two empty beds, medical cabinets and a camera in the corner of the room. Her guess was that she was being used as either incentive for Winter to do as he was ordered - just in case the shock therapy had failed - or for him to prove his loyalty by killing her later.

The television suddenly blaring out sound made Y/N jump; her eyes went to the door, then to the camera in the corner and then finally settled on the news channel of something that had happened hours ago. The news cameras were trained on the hellicarriers in the sky as banners sped along the bottom with urgent updates on 'Emergency evacuations points', 'Searches in the rubble for bodies' and 'Captain America in critical condition.' There was a firefight, figures were caught flying and jumping all over. And then the giant carriers were falling out of the sky, fire and smoke billowing from them as they tumbled. After that, the reporters began speaking of injured bystanders and rising fatalities. Some sort of report had leaked onto the internet, and Hydra's name began falling from every mouth.

Outside the infirmary, she heard frantic running and yelling; they were fleeing the bank vaults, grabbing their things and scattering before even more of their secrets were discovered. One headline did distract her from the noise and distant rattle of gunshots - Director Pierce was dead.

But where was Winter?

Had he been on the Hellicarriers? Had Steve Rogers killed his childhood friend to save tens of thousands of lives?

Gunshots were coming closer to the infirmary. Likely the 'Clean up crew' were executing loose ends to ensure they could hide in the shadows for as long as possible. Some agents would take a deal, those who would sell information and those that simply didn't matter enough to be rescued. There was no point in her yelling or screaming or even struggling against her restraints... she wanted to at least die with some dignity.

The door to the infirmary opened, and a figure dressed in tactical gear with his face half-covered raised his handgun, "Last words?"

"All the more reason to do so." Bucky told her and patted the desk, "Up." He had already moved the newtons cradle aside and shoved the paperwork to the side to make room - not that she needed it with how obnoxiously huge the desk was. He looked her up and down, blue eyes sliding down her bare body as his tongue ran over his bottom lip, "So fucking pretty...." His voice was almost a growl, and Y/N felt her stomach clench and her skin tingle from the raising goosebumps his hungry stare had caused. Then, a little apprehensively, she climbed on top and began crawling toward the other on her hands and knees. "Don't act all shy, Doll. Not when I can smell how fucking wet you are from here. Not when I had to cover that pretty, little mouth as I worked my fingers in and out of both your holes - I promised to make you cum as soon as the meeting was over, but it looks like there's a delay."

Y/N gripped the edge of the desk as she leaned forward to kiss him, whining as he licked her lips and pushed her gently back, "You can have my kisses if you're a good girl for me." Maybe it was the chair or the vast desk; Bucky wasn't sure why but he suddenly felt a little arrogant in his position. "You like roleplaying, don't you?" His lover nodded, and Bucky leaned back again, "Let's pretend you're my naughty little secretary."

"Hmm... or-" Bucky tilted his head curiously and waited for her to continue, "Maybe you're a big, mean mafia boss, and I'm your favourite call girl?"

"I can go with that." Bucky agreed before giving her a new order, "I want you to take out the plug I worked into you earlier - show me as you do it."

"...Oh," Y/N breathed as she realised what he wanted, it both sent a thrill up her spine and an anxious shiver to her core, "I didn't bring lube."

Bucky tutted at her, rolling his eyes for show. "What kinda whore," he made sure to watch her for any negative reaction to the name, when he heard her whine a little, he knew it was okay in this instance, "Doesn't bring everything she needs to please a man? Do I gotta provide everything? Hmm?"

"I'm sorry, Sir." Y/N murmured whilst spreading her knees on the desk and sitting up, her eyes never leaving his, even as he reached between his legs and -

"Stop." Her expression became surprised as she froze and wondered what was wrong, Bucky folded his arms over his chest, "I said, show me. I can not see through your arm." She quickly understood and reached between her thighs again, this time from behind, so that the other could see her wriggle the light blue plug out of herself. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and groaned quietly, still aching pleasantly from Bucky's fingers on the car journey over.

Once it was free, she held it out to Bucky, "Where shall I put it?" It was taken and placed in a draw of the desk, "Bucky!"

A sharp smack echoed in the office as his right hand struck her thigh, and Y/N choked on a yelp as his left hand wrapped around her throat and yanked her toward him. Bucky brought his lips to her ear and growled, "Who told you to use my name? Huh? Mind your fucking manners!" He squeezed around her neck until she managed to gasp out an apology, "Better." Again he leaned back, his pupils dilated but ever watchful of her face and body - making sure she was okay with what he was doing. Her thighs were trembling, but Bucky could see just how aroused she was, how wet he was making her, "I brought you a new toy. I want to watch you put it in that tight little ass, because this," he reached between her legs and pushed two vibranium fingers inside her soaked entrance, thrusting them in and out until she was mewling and then stopping just as she was about to peak. "This doesn't deserve any attention."

"That's not fair!" She said through gritted teeth, frustration overcoming her but not enough to forget their roles, "I want your cock so bad, please, Sir, I'll be so, so good for you."

Bucky smirked and picked up his backpack he had brought to carry documents and his surprise for her in, "And you'll get it. But first, you're gonna ride this." Out came a drawstring bag, and inside was a smooth, jet black plug. Her eyes widened at how thick it was, and she looked at him for reassurance. "It's okay, Darlin', it ain't no thicker or longer than I am."

She took it nervously and tested the weight in her hands; the cool metal reminded her of his hand, and her walls fluttered at the memory of having his fingers inside her, "Here," Bucky handed her the lube he had brought.

"Thank you, Sir," Taking it, she flipped the cap open with a 'pop' and poured a generous helping over the toy. It was as long as her hand, a little on the heavy side, the tip was as wide as two fingers, and it flared elegantly to its thickest point before tapering in again. She took a breath as she placed it against her ass, thanking Bucky in her head for having the patience to stretch and loosen her on his digits earlier, and began to slide it inside. The initial breath left her was a shaky moan; it felt so smooth as it stretched her open a little wider than the one before, "O-oh...god..." Y/N lifted her hips up and down, teasing herself slowly as she felt the slight burn of being split open at the thickest part of the toy - it ached, but the cool metal was soothing, nothing like the silicon toys they used before.

She glanced up at the other, her eyes hidden by her eyelashes as the brunette stared at the plug being seemingly sucked into the tight ring of muscle, lube drooled down her thighs to mix with her juices, "Pull it out, Darlin', nice and slow, lemme see you spread wide open for me."

The intensity of the gaze made her shiver. "It's... it's too big...."

"It's okay," Bucky's hands stroked over her thighs, "I'm gonna make it better, gonna ruin you for all the other Johns out there." The man leaned in, his thumbs spread her folds, and slowly he licked from her leaking entrance up toward her clit. He moaned filthily against her sex and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, "Taste so fucking good, need you to cum on my fucking face."

Y/N smothered her scream with her hand, her eyes clenched shut and muffled her cries as best she could as Bucky ate her out. Her hips moved toward his hungry mouth and tongue, the pleasure drowning out the uncomfortable ache of her ass being stretched and full. "Mmm...S-so good...so good..." She couldn't help begging him on each gasp to please give her more, to turn her over and rail her as she felt the stirrings of orgasm low in her belly, her breaths were coming out in small, breathy pants as he wriggled his tongue inside her, "Oh god... Oh! I - I'm gonna... Please - !" Y/N eyes opened suddenly as she felt a larger hand surround her own and pull the plug out, "No! I - I'm right..." Shamelessly she reached down to circle her throbbing clit, only to have him smack her thigh.

"You're gonna cum with my cock in your tight, little ass, you hear me?" Bucky worked his belt loose and undid the buttons over his straining erection. He stood up and took himself in hand as he watched her turn and spread her cheeks for him; her puckered hole was stretched so prettily for him, begging to be opened over his girth. Bucky gripped her hips and rubbed himself through her folds, "You're dripping all over this nice, shiny desk. Making such a mess, Darlin'." He shoved his fingers past her lips to muffle her wail as he pumped his length into her, "Fuck, your pussy is so hot. It's so fucking desperate for me, feels like you're sucking me in - c'mon Doll, soak my cock. Get me nice and slick, so I can ruin your ass too. Touch yourself, Doll."

He didn't need to tell her twice. Y/N found her hard, aching clit and whined around Bucky's fingers as her hand slipped on her own arousal; for a moment, she could feel Bucky's thrusting against her hand and into her, a painful pinch on her thigh at not following his orders quickly made her stroke and circle her clit - Bucky swore as he walls clamped down around him and her hips pushed back to take all of him. "That's it, that's it, good girl...." His voice strained as he struggled not to cum too, "So fucking good for me, such a talented lit whore." Instead of letting her come down from her climax, Bucky pulled out of her still spasming walls and slowly sank into her ass. "Shit... you're even fucking tighter here, you still cumming, Darlin?"

Her reply was unintelligible with his fingers in her mouth, taking it as a sign not to stop, Bucky was able to slide in and out with ease thanks to the larger plug; he leaned over her back and held his palm over her windpipe to pull her into a sitting position. "Didn't mean to take it this far - fuck, I don't even know if that bastard is on the way. Imagine him walking in and seeing you like this - Pussy dripping all over his desk, my cock ploughing into your ass whilst you drool all over my fingers. Such a fucking mess."

Y/N panted hard, helpless to do anything but be fucked as her mind fizzled and tension built up again inside her, coiling tight and tighter until it snapped again. She was clamping hard around his invading cock, feeling him thrust deep and release into her until her belly felt warm. They both panted harshly. The hand he had on her throat stroked downward, trying to soothe the shaking of her body and keep her from falling forward. "God," Bucky huffed and carefully pulled out of her, "You're so damn perfect, Honey... Gonna take good care of you. You're not lifting a single finger for the rest of the day." He lifted her off the desk and held her to his side, her legs were like jelly, and he knew he might have overdone it, reaching for his phone, he checked the location of the man he was supposed to be meeting and saw he was still stuck miles away. "We got time," Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead, "I'm gonna clean you up real fast, and we'll go home."

"But..." she slurred and then pouted when he shushed her.

"I might have broken his car a little too much and disabled his phone, he's not coming, and we'll just say we got tired of waiting."

Bucky scoffed and shook his head, "C'mon!" He nodded toward the baby, "You sayin' I shoulda left her there? All alone?"

"No, I am not saying that! I am saying, though, that you shouldn't have told the powers that be that we were gonna look after her for the next few days until they can find her parents - there's literally a service for that shit, Buck!"

The baby let out a whine at the same time Bucky sent a glare Sam's way, "Don't swear in fronta the baby... and don't call me 'Buck'. Stop being an asshole - you have nephews. A baby is a piece a cake."

Sam pressed his fingers to his temples and rubbed, Bucky was a constant headache at the best of times, but today he wanted to 'Sparta kick' him off the plane. "I'm not an ass, and for your information - ass is a bad word, don't swear in front of the baby." He waited for an argument, and when none came, Sam continued, "I didn't raise the boys, Sarah did all that, I just got to hold them and hand them back when they got damp. We should have agreed to take the baby to child services, and they would have found her parents - you," he pointed at the other, "You had to mouth off and tell them that we were taking her until further notice."

A squeal came from the tiny human and the start of what was likely going to be wailing; Bucky wasted no time in unstrapping her and holding her to him. She was around six months old with curly hair and a polka-dot dress - small enough to be utterly helpless but big enough that Bucky wasn't too worried about feeding her. Sam watched his 'not' co-worker make a fuss of her, asking her what was wrong in a quiet murmur and feigning shock when she squealed in reply. "Really? Oh, Doll, you are having a bad day, huh?"

"I didn't know you had a babysitting module installed - is that included in the Winter Soldier brainwashing, or is it an add on?" He couldn't help but find the interaction kind of sweet. Same knew how good Bucky was with kids, whether it was his nephews or the neighbour's kids or the kids back in Wakanda; Bucky was a soft touch when it came to them. "Why were you so adamant we take her?"

Bucky's nose scrunched a little when the baby reached out and pat his cheek before going for his nose; he was grateful she was more interested in him than crying. "I don't want her getting lost in child services, they're stretched thin since all the missing parents, and kids suddenly showed up after five years and the guys we saved her from obviously planned to ransom her or worse. So her parents will look for her, and when they do, we can hand her back nice and easy, no lost babies or weird foster parents."

"Dude... you're calling the pot black."

"I'm not a weird foster parent." His tone was even, and Sam blinked at how oblivious the other was. "Here, take her a second." Bucky handed her over, and Sam settled her on his lap whilst he watched him head toward his mission bag. "You got any food in your bag?"

"Not unless babies drink protein shakes," Sam looked down at her and made a curious expression, "Do you want muscles on your muscles? Yeah? You do...? Damn, you're gonna show Bucky up with your miniguns - pow, pow!" He shook her little arms gently and pretended to feel for biceps, "Oh, I think I found a muscle!" She giggled at Sam as he proceeded to poke and tickle her in search of a sixpack; out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bucky glared and snorted, "Uh oh, I think the bionic moron is jealous!"

"No, I'm not!" Came a reply too quick; even Bucky winced at it and cleared his throat to appear calmer, "Put her back in the car seat before you drop her."

"Ooooh, he's so jealous!" Sam pointed at the other, and her eyes followed his direction, but she was too young to understand that Bucky was pouting at them. "Give him the soul stare, Sweetie, see if you can beat him at his own game."

--

Bucky had moved to Delacroix a few weeks after taking out the flag smashers, and to his surprise, Sam had offered to let him move into a little place he had been checking out. It was a nice place with plenty of space for them to train or have the kids run around in - Sam liked that it had a good road into town and his sister's place. Bucky liked the trees that provided them cover and the view of the dock at sunset. There had been negotiations about the living spaces for both of them. Mostly it boiled down to Sam keeping his baseball trophies and wings out of the shared living area and Bucky agreeing not to turn it into a vintage bar or hide knives in all the crevices he could find.

Sam stood at the kitchen counter, baby on his hip, and checked how his homemade applesauce was doing. It had been his turn to check on her when she cried in the night and to take the 'morning shift' - not that he minded as he rocked her slightly and sang for her. He called for the volume to go up and brought the wooden spoon to his mouth like a microphone, "You ready, Sweetie? Nah, you're not ready for this - here we go! Yeah..." The man nodded his head and joined in on the following line of the song, "'And baby, I can't hold it much longer - It's getting stronger and stronger! When I get that feeling, I want -"

"I want an age-appropriate song!" Bucky interrupted and turned the station over.

"Oh no." Sam pointed the spoon at him, his brown eyes wide in outrage, "You did not just turn off Marvin Gaye." The baby pat his chin, and Sam smiled down at her softly to show he wasn't mad at her, "Don't you worry, I'm gonna wait for your naptime before I kick Uncle Bucky into next, next century." He looked back at the brunette who was slumped at the kitchen table and barely awake, "Why do you hate Marvin so much? Hmm? What did he do to you?"

Bucky sat up and tipped his head back to roll his eyes at the ceiling fan, "I don't -" he looked at Sam, "I don't hate Marvin Gaye. I just don't think that song is appropriate for a little girl, ya know?"

"Mm-hmm... But giving her a little whisky is alright?"

"It wasn't even a thimble full! My Pa used to sneak me more than that to help me sleep when I was a baby."

Sam turned off the cooker and put the pan aside to cool, "I'm pretty sure cocaine and cigarettes were on prescription back then. Besides, she's not yours for another couple of hours."

"I'm not gonna give her cocaine, Sam!" Bucky snapped, and then he lowered his tone, "Gotta start her on the small stuff and work up to cocaine."

"I am applying for full custody, Buck! You can pay child support all you want, but I'm not giving you visitation rights!"

"What," A woman's voice cut in, "Did I just step into."

"Sarah, hi!" The brunette's previous grumpy face brightened in a smile as he gave Sam's Sister a wave and ignored the other man glaring at him. He made to stand up, to be polite, but Sarah motioned for him to stay where he was - her smile matching Bucky's.

Sam adjusted the baby on his hip, "As much as I loathe watching you two make eyes at each other... Bucky, don't you have something else to stare at?"

"I got the best view right here - how's your morning, Sarah."

Watching his sister grin like an idiot and knowing her cheeks were red hot, Sam cleared his throat loudly, "You're setting a bad example for the baby. So what do we owe the pleasure, Sarah?" The girl in his arms made grabby hand at the woman, and Sam passed her over.

"Hey, Honey, are your Dads fighting again?" She was ignored in favour of her necklace, and after making sure it wasn't going to hurt the Baby, Sarah let her play. "The engine in the pickup is playing up, I need to head into town, but I don't trust the darn thing not to break down on me."

Before Bucky could even stand up to offer, Sam rushed in with, "I'll take you. I'm not leaving you two together without a chaperone."

"I can take a look at the engine later for you?" He may have been beaten to offering a lift, but Bucky knew more than one way to impress a woman. "Besides..." his blue eyes landed on the baby as she babbled and played with the necklace, "I need something to do after we drop her off with her parents later."

"Did they pass all your security checks?" Sarah asked, only half-serious as she had made fun of them the day before for insisting the people claiming to be the baby's parents were checked by every security firm they could name. "That's a shame... a baby really suits you, Bucky."

He parted his lips to reply, his ears turning a little red as he tried not to blush; whatever he was going to say was prevented by Sam nearly choking on air and sputtering that they had to go, "There's no such thing as on time, Sarah! Bucky, don't give the baby anything illegal!" He took the baby from his sister and deposited her in Bucky's lap before ushering the woman through the door.

"Bye, Sarah."

His head turned to the sound of Y/N's voice, "I...." His chest tried to expand to take in a deeper breath; the belts made the task impossible, "I wanna watch you… and him." Bucky's head fell forward as he felt her palm slide up his thigh, getting close to the bulge in his pants; he panted in anticipation and then let out a frustrated growl when she pulled her hand away. "Please… I wanna see. T-take the blindfold off, please."

The quiet was palpable, Bucky could hear her walk closer to the other person, and he heard her hand stroke over material, "What do you think, Steve?"

Bucky waited with barely contained patience, blind to everything around him but so aware of every movement in the room, "Stevie," Bucky breathed pleadingly, "Please."

"No." Bucky could hear the wicked smirk in his friend's voice. It took every fibre in his being not to curse the blonde out, Bucky's jaw tensed as his teeth clenched together. The low chuckle he heard from Steve made him ball his fists into the chain and rope holding him up to the hook on the ceiling.

This whole situation had been at Bucky's request; he had asked to be bound and made helpless. He had asked for Steve to join them because he was strong enough to handle Bucky; he trusted Steve enough to share his lover with him and to keep her safe if things went south. He should have known that the Super Soldier would take the opportunity to take advantage of him. Bucky didn't know when he had started to find being constricted arousing; he wasn't sure how it had become an obsession for him, a fantasy he craved so much that simply wearing a shirt too tight made him hard.

In hindsight, it may have been his own fault. After he had recovered control of his own mind, thanks to Wakanda, he had taken another trip to Siberia. He had wanted to see if Winter was truly gone and not a ghoul hiding in his shadow. Instead, he had found things he had hidden, and he had surprised himself that he had had moments of clarity during his imprisonment. He had found things he had hidden as a mindless soldier in the walls, the floor, vents and crevices.

Clues to who Winter had longed to be.

He had found bits of himself he hadn't known he had wanted to remember - he had also found things he wasn't fond of remembering.

His 'uniform'. Dark and imposing.

The belt-like pattern across the front reminded him of a straight jacket and had made him smirk bitterly; Even Hydra had been scared of him. Bucky didn't know what had possessed him, and by the time he was squeezing into it – it was too late. It had always been tight, but now that he was bigger, the suit was crushing. At first, he thought it was all in his head that the leather jacket was trying to restrict him. Making it harder to breathe and causing Bucky to gasp and tear at the fastenings until he was pressed against a wall staring at the pile of black as if it were a venomous snake.

It was too late by then; he could feel where the belts had dug in, could feel the thrill of being restrained and helpless. He had left the suit there, jumped on the jet - He hadn't told Y/N what he had found, and she was kind enough not to force him.

The feeling of being breathless caressed his memory and made him shudder when he looped his own leather belt through his jeans. It made him come harder when Y/N accidentally slipped and pressed her hand against his throat. Eventually, Y/N was too curious about his new obsession of being choked that she asked him what he wanted. Y/N had tried to help him explore his new kink, but the problem was that she wasn't strong enough to truly restrain him; she couldn't handle him when he thrashed and arched with pleasure.

It was only when they went to Steve's gym to pick him up that the idea formed; they watched him pick up a sand-filled punching bag and casually hang it before starting to beat it into submission.

"Fuck, I Wouldn't mind being hauled 'round like that….' Bucky hadn't even realised he'd said it aloud until Y/N wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Not gonna lie, I'd fuck Steve if I didn't love you so much." Y/N had grinned at his stunned expression.

Bucky shook his head with a fond sigh, "I wouldn't mind watching that, Darlin'."

Steve had stopped punching the bag, half turned to them with an amused look and said, "First of all, I have super hearing." Neither Bucky nor Y/N looked guilty at being overheard, "Secondly… When do you want me?"

A sudden gasp made Bucky's head snap to the right, ears straining to locate the sound, and in his mind, he could paint a picture of Steve pressing his girl against the wall he knew was there. He could only imagine what it was that was making her breath hitch like that. Was it Steve's hands on her? His fingers teasing her or even his mouth? God, he wanted his own mouth on her, wanted to lick and suck and nibble and, "Fuck! Lemme see!" He jerked against the bindings on his wrists whilst barely keeping himself on his tiptoes as he struggled to get loose.

Bucky's husky demand had made Y/N's fingers catch in Steve's hair, "Steve, don't be cruel." Y/N raked her hand over Steve's hair and gave his naked shoulder a push until he put her down from where he had pinned her to the wall and headed toward Bucky. He pulled the blindfold off, grinning at Bucky as he blinked against the lights and glared.

"Punk." Bucky ignored Steve's grin, and his head tilted to the side so that he could see past Steve's head to run his steely blue eyes over Y/N's naked form sat on the bench press. She was looking just as intensely back at him, and then her eyes flicked down to the bulge in his tight pants with a small grin. She got up gracefully – fully aware of two pairs of hungry eyes on her – her arms stretched up above her head, and she sauntered over to join them. Her left hand pressed up against Steve's side, her nails scraping across his ribs teasingly before both her palms had left him to begin massaging the skin between the belts across Bucky's torso.

His breathing was shallow, the compression of the belts doing their job, a stuttered intake of breath made Bucky's body shudder as her thumb stroked the seam of skin and leather, "You're going to bruise…." He sucked his lip into his mouth and smirked, he knew he would mark, and he looked forward to it, could already feel the delicious sting of just breathing. Y/N encircled his neck with her arms, tiptoeing to run kisses up his neck, his jaw, and finally letting him capture her lips.

Steve watched them both, admired the couple even as they seemed to forget he was there - just like old times - he reached above them and let the chain down a few links until Bucky's feet were flat on the little gym's padded floor. Immediately Bucky deepened the kiss, dominated it to make her body quiver in such a tantalising way that Steve had to touch her. Groaning as he ran his rough palms down her spine and back up her front, grasping her breasts and grazing his thumbs over her hard nipples until she moaned into Bucky's mouth, helpless to do anything with him devouring her mouth. Bucky pulled his mouth away and looked down at her expression. A pang of want shot to his groin, reminding him more persistently this time that he needed to be touched, "Stevie, you're not treating my girl right."

Her eyes flicked up to his, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her fingers curled into brunette hair, "I'll tell him, Darlin', tell him how to make you mewl like you're in heat. Hmm, you want that, want me to tell him to pinch and twist one of those sweet, plump nipples?" It was barely out of his mouth when her eyes clenched shut, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips; her head fell back onto Steve's shoulder and allowed Bucky the perfect view of his lover as his best friend pinched and pulled and twisted her nipples, making her squirm and whine, her hands abandoned his brown locks to dig into Steve's hips, Bucky licked his lips, "Never fails to get you slick, does it, Darlin'?"

"S-Steve!" Her hands caught Steve's wrists, turning her head to look him in the eyes, "Can you move him?" The blonde nodded and let her go, though he didn't move beyond that; they shared a look that made Bucky's eyebrows draw together in confusion and then Y/N was stroking Bucky's stubbled jaw. "We prepared something else for you, I know we discussed this whole thing but we thought…." There was an unsure glint in Bucky's blue eyes, and she trailed off – worried she may have overstepped.

"Y/N thought you might appreciate another aspect of this," Steve unhooked his friend from the ceiling hook completely and walked him back toward the wall, keeping him off balance by keeping the man's arms raised. Unbalanced, Bucky hit the wall with a little more force than he expected from his friend but was compliant in letting his bound wrists be secured to a new hook, "All yours, Y/N."

Bucky tried to take a deep breath to calm the anxiousness clawing up his chest, the three belts around his chest and waist strained, and the man looked at his friend and his lover for reassurance. They had discussed the scene thoroughly; Steve had wanted to be sure of Bucky's boundaries before they even got to the basement gym of the house.

He was safe with them.

Y/N leaned into Bucky, moaning quietly when the leather belts bit into her skin too, in his new position, with his feet flat of the ground and his back against a wall, Bucky was able to push his thigh between her legs, and it made her whimper in need. "You c-can say – oh god… Bucky, there!" Her hips rocked against his thigh, his pants becoming slick as she rubbed herself against him and panted. "Wait, no!" She pushed his leg down and stepped back on shaky legs, "Don't distract me."

Bucky watched as a short leather strap was produced, and she placed it against his throat; a jolt of electricity shot down his spine, and for a moment, he forgot that he couldn't suck in a large amount of air, his breath caught, and an aroused wheeze escaped him. However, he made no sign that she needed to stop, and Y/N looped the belt through its buckle, pushing the back of his head gently against the wall she attached it to the hook Steve had put in earlier that day. "Is that okay?"

He couldn't move his head from that spot, he could try to pull away, but it only choked him, "Yes...." It came out as an excited hiss, and Y/N let out a breath she had been holding in relief. She was pulled backwards against Steve's larger frame, his body curling around her as he looked his friend in the eye.

Y/N turned in his embrace, kissed his chin and sank down to her knees, "May I, Captain?" Her fingers danced over the band of his boxer briefs, she'd already felt him against her several times, and now that she was faced with it, Y/N realised he wasn't going to be easy to handle – not too unlike Bucky. Steve hooked his thumbs into the band and pulled them down over his hips, letting her take them and pull them the rest of the way down and off, "Was it a requirement to be hung like a horse in the forties?"

Steve chuckled at her comment and watched as Y/N swallowed a little lump of guilty pleasure as she took him into her hand. Then, feeling the soft skin over his stiff shaft, her eyes slid over to Bucky's, and he gave her a small smile, letting her know it was alright to continue. Steve's hand cupped her cheek, and his fingers stroked down to pull her chin up to look at him, "You don't have to." He knew how much she loved Bucky, and despite how much she had let him kiss and caress her, Steve knew this might be going a little far.

She shook her head, thanked him silently and steeled herself to give her Bucky a good show. "I got this." Leaning forward, she gave a broad sweep of her tongue from Steve's base to his tip; Steve inhaled sharply and bucked his hips involuntarily – it had been some time since he'd had anyone's mouth on him. Her right hand remained wrapped around his length whilst her left gripped his hip to discourage any further movement, for now. Y/N wrapped her lips around just the tip and gave a playful suck; pleased by the strangled noise she heard from the blonde, she moved a little deeper to suck and lick along him.

Steve clenched his teeth together as he felt her hot mouth take him in halfway, every inch she had was enveloped in moist heat, and he glanced at Bucky. His friend took large gasps of air, his eyes focused solely on Y/N's mouth, taking Steve's cock in and his hips thrust at nothing, desperate for any friction, Steve felt her swallow around him, and his toes curled at the sensation. His hands shot into her hair and pulled spasmodically as the overload of sensation made him groan loudly. "Don't be gentle with her, Steve." Bucky's voice was strained, filled with need and when Steve fisted her hair and pushed her further onto his cock, the room filled with all three of their voices. Steve thrust into the mouth torturing him so sweetly.

Y/N's tongue laved the Captain's length with attention, pulling off to lick and tease at his head before swallowing him down once more, her nails scored down his inner thigh, and Steve jerked her head back until he slipped from her lips with an almost audible pop. He knew Bucky could see the line of drool connecting them from this angle, "Good girls don't use their claws," he watched her shiver at his tone and then, contrary to his previous behaviour, let her hair go and wiped his thumb over her lips, "Bucky needs you."

Bucky was a trembling wreck when she knelt before him; she ran her hands up and down his thighs soothingly, kissed his hips and blinked up lovingly at his barely opened eyes, "He thinks I'm a bad girl, Bucky." She undid the buttons on his pants, and the brunette's sound of relief was achingly beautiful; he was so hard that she was amazed he could stand it at all. "My poor Bucky," his tanned skin was slick with perspiration, and his muscles were straining against the rope and chain. Y/N knew it wouldn't take much, she'd never seen him so debauched, and her thighs clenched as she imagined how hard he would fuck her. Using the very tip of her tongue, she wriggled the wet muscle along the dribble of pearly liquid that had trailed down Bucky's cock.

Bucky hissed, his back ramrod straight as electric struck through him at the slight touch; her teeth grazed the delicate skin, catching the crown of his length and made him keen loudly. Then, when her lips wrapped around the tip and she gave a hard suck, that was all he could take. A wanton cry tore itself from Bucky's throat, and his hips thrust forward into her welcoming mouth; she swallowed him enthusiastically, hands stroking every bit of skin she could reach until finding purchase against one of the belts and pulling it tighter. Bucky sagged against the wall, hanging limply as she continued to soothe him with kisses and praise.

He couldn't breathe.

He gasped and pulled at his bindings, coming dangerously close to pulling the hook out of the ceiling. It was too much, her every touch, the leather biting into him – his mind was becoming blank as he writhed in the euphoric aftershock. The strap around his neck was removed from the hook to stop him from strangling himself, and he felt the belts around his body come undone and drop to the floor. Bucky felt Steve begin to pull at his wrists to bring him down, but he shook his head between gulps of air, "N-Not yet!" His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at Y/N still knelt in front of him, and then he looked Steve in the eye, "Fuck her."

Steve grinned wickedly and headed to the bench press, sitting on the end and calling Y/N to him. She went obediently, mewling when he turned her around, her back to his chest and sat her on his lap, exposing her fully to Bucky. "He likes to watch," Steve's deep voice rolled over her, his breath tickling her skin as he murmured darkly into her ear, "He's always liked to watch." His hand stroked down her stomach to her soaked sex, and his fingers slipped past her folds with little resistance, "Open your legs for us," her shaky thighs parted, spread further apart when Steve moved his further and displayed her to her lover. "You see, the thing with Bucky is that he's got incredible patience and eagle-eyed precision. That's why he's such a good sniper. Can you feel that stare, Y/N? Feel his eyes just watching every, little thing?"

This was not the first time they'd shared a girl, though the last time had been in an empty tent with one of the dancing girls almost a century ago; Steve knew how to play both Bucky and Y/N, he knew what would get them off. "Look at him." Y/N's hips rocked against Steve's fingers as he teased her clit and brushed her entrance, chuckling when she tried to push herself onto them, "Not till you look Buck in the eyes."

A tiny thrill ran through her when she looked at her lover. Steve hadn't been lying when he said Bucky liked to watch; his eyes were trained on Steve's fingers. She could almost see him willing Steve on and was taken by surprise when finally he sank two fingers inside her. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her hips moving on Steve's fingers eagerly, "Steve…." Y/N breathed out as he stroked her slicked walls. The chain around Bucky's arm rattled, and immediately she stiffened and looked at her lover with wide eyes. Bucky glared at her, his jaw tensed, and the intensity of his gaze burned.

"He's always been jealous too," his fingers massaged her walls, stroking and searching for what would make her shiver and moan, "God, you're so wet." Steve looked up at Bucky, still smug at making her call out his name, "Look at this greedy, little hole, Buck… she's swallowing my fingers so easily." Y/N's back arched, and she pressed her face into Steve's neck, panting into his skin as he worked her, "Ask me nicely. Say my name and ask me nicely to fuck you – make sure Bucky can hear you."

"You bastard…" Bucky shook his head and tapped his head against the wall as his friend tormented him; this is why he loved the punk. He knew exactly what he liked. "Don't you dare say his name, Darlin'." Bucky's voice was harsh as he called to her, watching her struggle not to come undone in his friend's arms, "You're mine, Y/N, don't give in to this punk." He watched her thrash, watched her moan and half sob as Steve kept working her to the very edge; he knew she wanted more and that she needed more, but it was a delicious sight to watch her struggle with herself.

Steve's fingers pulled out, and he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and let her rock herself against it, "Don't think I won't just stop and leave you hung up with him." She was trapped in a power play, stuck between wanting Steve to make her come and being loyal to Bucky. Steve removed his hand entirely and shifted her on his lap, teasing her with the head of his cock, sliding it through her folds and nudging her entrance, "You want this?"

"Yes!"

"Ask me."

"…Please…"

Steve smiled into her neck, "Say my name."

She felt him press into her and pull away before truly breaching her, "Steve! Please, please, Steve, fuck me! Please!" Y/N broke, sending an apologetic look to Bucky as she begged for Steve to fill her. She wasn't disappointed when he pressed into her once more, this time not stopping until she was filled, and her fingers were scrabbling at his skin until she found purchase on his forearms by her hips. Steve moaned raggedly, then lifted her before forcing her down on his cock as far as he could go. Y/N couldn't help wailing for more; it felt so good that she couldn't contain her voice. As promised, she called Steve's name, clinging to him with everything she had as he fucked up into her, his mouth lavishing the skin of her throat with attention as he groped her breast almost too harshly, pinching her nipple in just the way he knew she liked.

His name burned her throat, she couldn't look at Bucky, couldn't bear to face the glare she could feel from his eyes, still, knowing that he was watching another man fill her and make her lose herself made her stomach clench with want. It was Bucky's name she screamed next, pushing herself down onto Steve, grinding against him as she tried to get him a little deeper, her soaked inner muscles clenching against the intrusion with such force that the blonde felt his balls tighten, grabbing her hips to keep them as close as physically possible as he came inside her.

He hadn't been sure about being allowed to cum inside her, but Bucky told them how much he wanted to see his girl's used, leaking hole.

Both were still for a long, agonising moment before Steve loosened his hold and helped her off his lap, she shook like a leaf as he laid her down on the bench, and he gently stroked her cheek whilst asking if she was okay. Steve could feel Bucky's eyes in the back of his head and turned to take him, "Happy now? Think we broke her."

Bucky was hard again, his expression hungry as he looked Y/N over, "Not yet. Get me down from here, Stevie."

"Buck, she's exhausted," he started. However, he unhooked Bucky and began undoing the chain and rope to release the brunette's arms, he only had eyes for Y/N, and as soon as he was free, he made his way over to her, scooping her up to sit on his lap, he moved her legs either side of his hips and cupped her face gently.

He kissed her forehead and murmured sweet words until her breathing slowed, and she blinked tiredly up at him; she looked utterly wrecked but satisfied all the same. Her hands traced over the red marks on his chest, waist and hips, smiling when his muscles tensed at her touch, "I should punish you really, calling out his name like that – whilst I watched him make you scream." Y/N shuddered at his husky voice. It was gentle, his words soothing but with an underlying threat of retribution later. "Not yet. Later, but for now, I just wanna feel you." Bucky lifted her the same way Steve had, only this time she had no voice to shout when Bucky pushed into her; still wet from her own arousal and Steve's seed, she dropped her head onto Bucky's shoulder and sighed. Bucky's hands rested where Steve had left marks and guided her hips, gently rocking her hips against his and building her up slowly, rubbing her just the right way to make her moan his name softly again and again.