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You let out a small breath of relief with that. “I have a feeling that I have plenty of time.” “That big idiot refuses to let you leave this space until we can be certain. No matter how I argue with him.” Shuri rolled her eyes. “But I am almost ready to just take you to Wakanda with me and James. It would be better for your health. Having a space to breathe. And not white walls around you.” 

Wetting your lips, you drop your gaze for a moment. “You’re being too kind. And after I betrayed everyone.” “No. You did not do this. Perhaps it was your hands, but it was the control over you. You must learn to separate these two things, before you can take credit for them. Later you can feel guilty. Right now, we have to focus on the present. Grounding yourself.” Shuri squeezed your knee before suddenly standing. “Now, first we are going to repeat the words to bring you under. I need to gauge everything. But you will be perfectly safe.” She assures you, when your gaze is drawn up to her in a sudden frown. 

“You want me to… to be her again? Are you serious?” “I am not enhanced, so you cannot affect me the way that you did my brother. And I will be behind the screen, so that we can monitor you. But I have brought the others, so you are not isolated.” Muttering under her breath in a language you didn’t understand. Moving towards the door. “They are going to be on a viewing screen for you.” 

Waving her hand towards the large screen. Already coming to life. “And they will be in the room on the other side. So that you cannot affect them, and they cannot affect you. Everything is safe.” Turning your gaze to the screen, you watch as James, Peter, Tony, and Steve all come into view. Sitting awkwardly on a shared couch. Each of them giving a wave, though Peter’s was the most enthusiastic. Tony flashing a wry smile. James winking to you. Steve looking rather like he had no idea at all why he was there, but managing to maintain a pleasant smile anyways. 

Looking between each of them, something flutters inside your stomach. You’d call them butterflies if they didn’t honestly feel like little machine guns. Though you couldn’t doubt that seeing them, watching them support you, made you more than a little happy. “Hey… guys…” Clearing your throat slightly and ducking your head to try hiding the warm flush across your cheeks. 

“Hey there! I’m glad to see you doing better, honestly!” Peter responded eagerly, sitting forward, almost ready to topple out of the edge of his seat. 

“We’ve got your six.” Steve responded, far more calm than the younger man. Dipping his head to you. 

Tony rolled his eyes from just out of the other’s view, then gave you a flash of a more sincere smile. “As if we’d ever let you go through this alone, my little energizer bunny. You’re part of the team.” 

“I’m right here, Doll. Less than a moment away if you need me.” Bucky encouraged, watching you with his usual intense gaze. Rubbing his hands almost awkwardly against his thighs. Drawing your attention to the motion before clearing his throat to remind you that there was an audience. 

Causing you to flush once more. “Honestly, I appreciate it.” 

“Alright, now you all need to hush. I need to go over the rest of the process with her before we start properly.” Shuri hushed them all. Waving a hand at the screen. Effectively shutting the boys up. 

You look up to her, swallowing tightly once more. Wondering in the back of your mind if you should tell her about your spiking anxiety. “Ah.. What else is there to know.” “Well, we know that you were not subjected to the electrotherapy that the White Wolf was. But there is still a chance that they used chemical inhibitors on you. If this is true, then it may be a more difficult task. And will require us to speak with Doctor Banner. Or reaching out to another specialist.” Shuri explained, watching you closely for your reaction. 

Blinking, you try to recall… Anything. 

Most of that time was so deeply buried that you really didn’t remember much of it. Except for the smaller flashes of your time with your brother, and with Soldat. But the labs. There wasn’t much to draw from. “I’m not certain. If we could get ahold of my hydra file, then it would likely have that information for you.” 

“Natasha is already working on it.” Steve offers with a gentler tone. “Most of the information is still encrypted. But she is doing her best.” You glance to him before nodding. “My brother would likely remember more about that than I do…” Biting at your bottom lip. 

“We still haven’t found a trace of him.” Stark grumbled sharply. Shaking his head before rolling his neck after a moment. “I have people watching every available channel. See if he doesn’t try to contact you again.” “We might have to wait until he sends another note.” You nod once more. “Like the one that he did before. He managed it then. But, my father may be on the look out for such things.” 

“We are getting off topic.” Shuri cuts in, shooting a glare to the screen. “If we do not have this information, then we will begin a smaller process. Just expose you to each of the trigger words on their own. To help desensitize you to them.” 

“Right. We can do that.” You do your best to relax against the couch as she uses the bracelet to bring up some sort of document. You assume it’s your record. 

“We will start with them in english. My Russian is not so good.” Shuri scrolls through the information before highlighting the section that she needs. “Now, take a deep breath. Remember that you are not alone in this.”

After all, I was nothing special. There were no heroes in my ancestry, no legacies to fulfill. Except for maybe that one guy whose name I can’t pronounce, we think he might have been some kind of rich dude, but that was a pretty distant relation and our family can’t prove it anyways. Which was really a let down to my parents, let me tell you. They were hoping for some kind of payout or knighting ceremony or something, who knows.

But to get back on topic, I was nothing special. I wasn’t handsome, or beautiful, or strong, or courageous. No unique prophecy claiming that I was the chosen one. I’m not the sort of person that these sorts of stories are usually written about. Honestly, I was just trying to live my life and avoid falling behind on my bills. Which was tough when you consider that I just worked at the local convenience store. Minimum wage, no job security, hardly any benefits. And I haven’t had a single paid day's vacation in my life.

All twenty four years of it.

I was an average student in high school, I played a year of soccer at that level, but I’m pretty sure it was just because they didn’t have enough people try out anyways. I didn’t bother the next year. I managed a few honors classes, so maybe there was potential there, but never really felt like I needed to put in the effort.

When the teachers tell you that something is important, please listen to them. It’s a bitch to try getting into anything but a junior college if you don’t have something special about you.

So that’s what I did. Junior college. Ended up dropping out of that shortly after moving out of my parent’s place.

You know where you hear all those success stories of people who became billionaires without graduating college, I call bullshit on that. The majority of us just end up trying to get by. Living paycheck to paycheck.

You could say that life was pretty lackluster. But it was life. I wasn’t drowning in debt, so I counted that as a win. Especially when I could occasionally splurge on something nicer for myself. I honestly think that’s where things started to go wrong.

Working the convenience store meant that I had lulls between the main rushes, they never really lasted very long, but a good enough time that I could occasionally waste my time scrolling through deals on my phone, there were times where I got really good deals on higher end items that I could have never afforded otherwise. I actually got this really cool computer for gaming that way, and had a blast with it whenever I got a chance to go home and destress.

Which, let’s be honest, was pretty often. Not having much of a social life thanks to the scattered schedule that I worked.

But this time, I wasn’t really looking for anything in specific, just trying to waste a few more minutes before I had to go and mop up the bathroom (ick. No, just really, ick.) My eyes half glassed over, I almost ended up scrolling past the talisman.

Sometimes I really wish that I had, would have saved me loads of trouble in the long run.

But something about it caught my attention enough that I ended up scrolling back up.

For sale: A replica of the Rasputin Reliquary. $15

Now, usually I would just keep scrolling past this. It wasn’t anything special, just a replica, if a really good one. But I thought maybe it might be something cool to show off to my girlfriend, who was into that sort of thing.

So, after doing a quick review of the seller’s ratings, I pressed purchase. If nothing else, it made for a cool trinket if she decided that she didn’t like it. Could stick it on my desk and forget about it. Like many other of the collectibles and trinkets that I gravitated to now and then. Shipping said it would take about seven business days.

Done.

I went back to my normal day, dealt with the evening rush before passing the keys off to my manager to let them finish out the work day. Managing to drown out their griping about how numbers were down even further ever since the superstore opened up down the street.

Not like we didn’t know that it was coming for the past two years, thanks to the construction congesting up traffic even further. But there was no arguing with them, so it was in my best interest to nod and smile my way through yet another awkward encounter.

My drive home was just as boring and uneventful as the rest of my day, and I pretty much just made myself something quick out of the leftovers I could scrounge through in my fridge. Then plopped myself down in front of the television. Some reality clean up show then ended up convincing me to clean up enough that evening, that I got a full load of laundry done and actually folded and put away (a minor miracle in and of itself).

So when I closed my eyes, I was feeling good.

Funny how that feeling never really seems to last very long.

The next day, my girlfriend ended up breaking up with me. Said that she was seeing someone else, and I would never compare. I was too boring. We never did anything fun. I couldn’t exactly argue those things, so I just let her go. Wished her well, then blocked her number.

I may not be much, but no one could call me desperate.

Ended up calling off work, claiming that I was sick, my boss wasn’t happy, but at the very least the pandemic meant that I had to be cleared to return, so I had a day or two to collect the dredges of my soul and self esteem.

First stop was the grocery store at the opposite end of town, in search of comfort foods. Begrudgingly tugging on my sweats and a shirt that didn’t have stains. When I couldn’t find any that were clean and not in the hamper, I settled for a sweater to hide the worst of the stains on my cleanest available shirt. Shrugging and tying back my hair.

Halfway through the drive, the rubberband snapped, careening through the car with the speed of a bullet and making me flinch hard enough to swerve into the roadside ditch.

Really not my day.

A quick check of the car showed me that I didn’t really have any outward damage that couldn’t just be buffed out with a bit of wax. So that was a relief at least, even if it was a little bit of an inconvenience. But at least it wasn’t anything that required my immediate attention.

Maneuvering my car out of the ditch took a little bit of time, and some quick thinking, but I did eventually manage it. And back on my merry way I went.

Something you should probably know about my car, I had bought it almost brand new from a dealer almost five years ago. I do my best to take care of it, but things happen, and sometimes there isn’t enough money to pay to fix things. It was by no means a junker, and was extremely comfortable, but it didn’t have a great deal of amenities either. Just the basics. And by basics, I mean the stereo played cd’s and connected to my bluetooth, but half the time didn’t really work anyways. And the other half, it auto connected to my phone and was ready to play music to help drown out the sound of the engine.

So when the stereo started to play on full blast, it took me a full minute to realize that I hadn’t turned it on, nor turned on the music app to start my driving playlist. Not that I really minded, after all, I had pretty much just forgotten to turn it on after restarting the car. So maybe it was a fluke. I let the music keep playing, and just fiddled with the knob to turn it down a little. Focusing on singing along with the lyrics rather than losing my temper at the lack of parking spaces available at the store.

It took awhile, but I managed a spot at the end of the lot. Heading into the store and barely managing to avoid getting hit with a stray cart. Stray carts will be the death of us all one day, mark my word. Deciding that it was easier to keep it, rather than go searching for one of my own upon entrance to the store, I made my way directly to the ice cream section. Grabbing up a few pints of my favorite strawberry cheesecake, then a few necessities as well to help me make it through the week.

The rest of my day was pretty nondescript. Passing out after finishing one of the cartons, and enjoying a quick nap. Then spending plenty of time on one of my games to help me mourn the loss of my relationship. Avoiding the temptation to unblock her and see if she had tried to reach back out to me. Then remembering that I should probably block her on the rest of my social media. Since I didn’t really want to see her celebrating her new relationship on every venue of contact.

Popped onto my phone and received the notification that my package had arrived.

One furrowed brow and a little bit of head scratching later, I went to go and check my mail.

Lo and behold, the gift that I had purchased for her the day before. Sitting there in neat packaging with a little symbol along the top. I think it looked something like an eye, but I wasn’t entirely paying attention to that in the heavy confusion of whether I had misclicked for next day shipping.

Noticing that the seller had included a note, I tugged it out and unfolded it, ignoring the business card that was stapled to the back.

“Dear madam, sir, or other,

We hope that you enjoy this talisman of summoning, and warn you to use it wisely. Do not allow it near unfettered souls. Do not allow it to revel in the light of a full moon. And last, but not least, do not leave it unattended without a symbol of protection.

Thank you for your purchase, and we hope to hear from you in our reviews,

Daemonium Inc.”

They were really selling this hard for a replica. Sighing, I pulled it out, running my thumb along the glass and watching the glow in the dark liquid inside shift with each movement. Tilting it back and forth just to enjoy the soothing action. Then setting it up atop my desktop’s tower. I certainly wasn’t going to give it to the girl who just broke my heart, but it was still pretty cool. So at the very least, I could enjoy it.

And since there wasn’t much sentiment attached to the decision to purchase it, the initial sting of seeing it there in front of me would eventually pass.

A few more hours logged into my game, and I decided to officially call it a night. Showering up to try washing off the day. Then plopping down into my bed. Giving the talisman one final glanced before turning over and trying to sleep.

Figuring that the feeling of dread in my stomach was honestly just attributed to the inevitable questions and phone calls I would have to field from my family in the morning, once news had had the chance to spread. Not to mention the prospect of getting cleared by my primary doctor to officially return to work from my faux illness.

It made your head swim. To say nothing of the very irresponsible skipping of your heart. Really, you were healing, that was not a good sign.

Neither were the tears that stained his shirt as you clung to him. A torrent of apologies slipping from your lips, that probably sounded more like gibberish the more worked up that you became. Scrambling to feel him closer. To make yourself believe that this was real. That this wasn’t some crazy dream that your father had cooked up. Trying to repress the memories of what you had just done to him, how you had hurt him. How much more you had wanted to do.

Shaking your head as if denying your very nature.

“Hey, I’ve got you doll.” Bucky drew you into his lap, almost cradling you against the expanse of his chest. “Don’t have to apologize for a single moment. I know better than anyone how they can get under your skin.” “You can’t forgive me. What I did…” Your voice choked up, barely able to get past the tightness of your throat. Feeling his hand cup the back of your head, drawing you to look up to him past the film of tears.

“Is nothing compared to what I’ve done over the years. And you never held that against me, did you?” He whispered softly. Watching you with a gaze that expressed decades of pain and sorrow and regret. The weight of it all burying him beneath it.

“Of course I forgive you.” You manage softly, before blinking in surprise at the softness of his lips on yours. Letting yourself melt into the moment.

Your Soldat. Your guardian angel. Your tormentor. The one man who could ever understand.

You sighed softly against his lips, deepening the kiss as you slot yourself to him. Running your hands through his hair. Marveling at the silkiness of it, even as you recognized how far your thoughts were beginning to devolve.

Carefully breaking the kiss, pulling away from Bucky to watch him. To see the way he watched you like you were the only previous thing in his entire world.

And suddenly realizing that you had fallen for this man. For this soldier who had come to save you time and again. Who had fought for you.

And then realizing that you had only had a single proper date together. The thought making you snort in laughter. Only laughing harder as you caught the surprised amusement in Bucky’s expression.

“Am I really that rusty?” You bent over, cackling as you hid your face against his shoulder, your stomach hurting with the sudden barrage against your core muscles as laughter wracked your entire body. Shaking your head to try denying his worries. Tears falling once more.

“Alright, I get it. Guess we’ll just have to keep practicing.” Bucky chuckled softly, his tone teasing. Brushing a hand over your cheek to wipe away the tears. “But that means you have to stay with me, right?” “As if I’d be anywhere else.” You managed to whisper against the rough skin of his neck, lips brushing against the five o’clock shadow. “I mean, not that I have much of a choice right now.” “Ah, yes, my favorite tactic. Locking away the princess to make sure she can’t run away from the beast.” You could hear the rolling of his eyes.

“No.” You sniffled softly. Lifting a hand to finish wiping away the tears from your face. Watching Bucky with a certain fierceness before you were leaning forward to catch his lips once more. Needing to feel his breath catching. The way he curled around you instinctively. “You aren’t a beast any more than I’m a princess.” “So what does that make us?” His voice was suddenly small, uncertain and so very fragile.

“A team.”

You pulled back once more to watch Bucky. To let the words sink in before he was nodding. “Wouldn’t have anyone else by my side.”

Offering him a gentle smile, you leaned forward to kiss his forehead. Then pressed your own to the spot. “But that means we have to stop trying to kill each other you know.” “Damn, there went dates two through four.” Bucky rumbled a soft laugh. His arms settling around you in a far more relaxed manner.

“And it also means that we have to save my brother and kill my dad.”

“Yeah, I assumed that much at least. Bastard deserves whatever is coming to him.” Bucky frowned for a moment. Shifting enough to rub his forehead slightly to yours, his hair falling to frame those brilliant blue eyes. “And we have to make sure that Shuri destroys any chance they have to control you.” “Well, guess I better get started.” You nod, determined.

You would never let your father control you again.

And you would kill him before he could ever turn you against Bucky once more. You’d had enough of that for a lifetime. And Bucky had had enough for much longer than that. Sighing softly as you sat up once more, rubbing at the back of your neck. Watching Bucky.

“By the way, that breakdown. That’s pretty normal too.” Blinking, you tilt your head in question.

You dreamed about a world where you hadn’t been born to Hydra. 

Where your brother didn’t feel the need to put himself in danger for something that neither of you could have ever controlled.

A world where Bucky had never been hurt… 

A world of impossibilities. 

The thoughts catch in your throat, threatening to shut so tightly that you couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. The noise inside of your head turning to static, stabbing down through your spine. Carving it’s way into your heart. Breaths barely fluttering in your chest as you squeezed your eyes tight. Curling into a ball, wrapping the sweater around you. 

Safe. 

He was safe.

Your Soldat. 

Your Bucky. 

James.

“What are you doing?!” An unfamiliar accent rings out in the hallway. They must have left the coms on. “Do you have any idea what isolation can do to a situation like this? Do I have to teach you everything?” 

You fight your way through the muddle, trying to force your eyes back open. Peeking out from beneath your lashes towards the door. Flinching as it hissed open. A young woman wearing unfamiliar clothing striding forward, her hair braided, and twisted up into an impossibly thick bun. The warmth of her white clothing only challenged by the warmth of her smile. Frowning to yourself for a moment before doubling over at the twinge of pain through your chest. 

“The white wolf was less stupid than normal, calling me as quickly as he did.” The woman clicked her tongue, tapping her fingers against the bracelet at her wrist. Bringing up a small screen, seemingly from nowhere. “That’s what I thought.” Huffing as she moved to kneel in front of you. Brushing her fingers over your forehead. “You’re going to be alright now. I won’t let that know it all scramble you up any more.”

“I’m a rocket scientist, an engineer, and I’m also dabbling in a few other things. The human condition is not my forte.” Tony’s voice rings out from the doorway before he turned his gaze to you, his expression softening with fondness. “You doing okay there Bunny? The kid says that you’re back with us.”

“Mostly.” You shrug as the young woman continued monitoring her little pop up screen. 

“There, see, a bit of proper interaction and she’s already drawing back out. It looks like they took more care with her than they did Barnes.” Then paused before smiling to you. “I’m Shuri. I’m the one who fixed James’ head. If this idiot didn’t mess you up too badly, we can get you out of here in no time at all.”

You pause a moment. “You… Did… Did you really help him? They can’t…”

“No, they won’t be able to control him any longer. He’s free of them. I made sure of that.” Shuri nodded. 

“Not that we intend to put that to the test.” Tony scoffed softly. Crossing his arms over his chest. Making you giggle, your chest releasing a bit of it’s tension. “There’s my girl. Wondered where you had bounced off to...”

“She’s not your girl, Stark.” Bucky edged his way into the room, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Two steaming mugs in his hands, offering a warmer smile. His hair pulled back into a messy bun to keep it off of his face. Though the sight of strands of it slipping free made you smile brighter for a moment, easing the torn feeling in your throat. 

“Ah, the Manchurian Candidate himself.” Tony rolled his eyes heavily before winking to you. “Don’t know what you see in him, Bunny. Personally I’d like to think you’d go for someone a little more clean cut, what with that shiny reputation of yours… Before the whole murdery Hydra act that you pulled.”

“Ah… Sorry.” You blush softly, turning your gaze to Buck. Offering him a shy smile. “So… Shuri says she can fix me?” Turning an uncertain gaze to the young woman as she pulled away. 

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded, offering you a mug of tea. “Here, it’ll help. Little sister, brought yours as well.”

“Wait… Little sister?” Your brow suddenly furrow into a tightly knit knot, looking between the two of them. Tony echoing the expression, though his was far more surprised than anything. 

“Oh yeah, my mother adopted this white boy faster than I could finish saying his name. He’s an official member of the royal family now. Though honestly, he could pretty much be one of our revered ancestors at this point.” Shuri snickered sharply, dodging the wide slash Bucky had made at her before accepting the mug of tea. Slipping past Tony and back into the hallway. 

“Well then, your highness, and your future highness, why don’t I leave you two lovebirds to have at it. I’ll be helping Shuri with what ever she needs… And to keep her from making any of these improvements she keeps muttering about.” Tony flashed a wry smirk before he was pulling the door shut behind him. 

Wanting to earn one from him. 

Leaning forward to press soft lips in a fluttering kiss just over his heart. Listening to the sharp intake of breath. Letting your fingers explore along the V of his hips, defined and sharp as it led down to the line of his pants. Lips skimming across his chest before pulling a dark nipple between your lips. Humming softly around it. Then chuckling as you pull back, curling one hand beneath your elbow, as the other comes up to tap a finger against your cheek. 

“What an excellent specimen we have here… I can only wonder if the stories about him were true...” Half giggling to yourself as you move down to your knees. Gaze still lifted to Steve… no. To Captain America’s face. Slowly, almost delicately pulling free the laces that kept him trapped in his pants. “Only one way to find out… Has to be before the white coats come back… Just… Wish I had more time.” 

Sighing softly to yourself before mouthing over his clothed hardness. Teasing warmth along the full of it, working slowly from tip to root. Letting your hands smooth over his thighs. Just a bit of contact for your both, something to ground you as you fell deeper into character. A breathy moan slipping past your lips that you didn’t entirely intend to let out. Nosing against the pants keeping him trapped once more. Then peeling back the edges of his pants. Slowly lowering them. “Well Cap, consider this your wake up call.”

Watching with sincere glee as his cock sprung free. Darker in color than his glistening, oiled skin. You could almost imagine how difficult it was growing for Steve to keep from reacting. To stay asleep for the scene. You trusted that he would know when to react. To fulfill everything you had in mind. Licking a wide strip up the underside of his cock before tonguing along the base. Watching as a pearl of precum caught the light. 

Smirking as you twirled your tongue over his tip to catch it. Bitter, and salty, with just a hint of sweetness. Savoring the flavor on your palette before dipping your head to take him into your mouth. Careful to mind your camera angles. Quietly humming about him as you drew him further, rolling your tongue against the edge of his cock head. Drawing out a quiet moan from the man above you. His hips tilting towards you. Almost subconsciously. Your gaze flitting back up to him, even as your eyes began to water with the motion. Bobbing your head back to take a soft breath, exhaling a soft moan. Then taking him back into your mouth once more. A touch more earnestly. Taking the impressive length to about half way, popping off of him to mouth along the silky skin of his cock, wetting it with the flat of your tongue. A hand coming up to glide across the skin, your spit easing the way. A louder moan pulled from Captain America as your worshipped him. Putting all your skill into this act. 

“Wha-”

“Shh, darling.” You chuckle darkly. Then taking him down to the hilt in a single, deft motion. Swallowing around him to ease the passage. Palming at his sack as you did. Earring you a surprised yelp before he was groaning deeply. Hands pulling at the medical restraints keeping him in place. The metal groaning as he flexed against them. 

And then with a sharp crack, both hands came loose, fingers curling against your hair, holding you in place as Cap moaned from the depths of his chest. “Shit…” Hips trying to find purchase to make you take more of him. Only to suddenly stutter and pull you back off. “Ah.. I mean… We… Where am I?”

You pant with the effort of catching your breath, a string of saliva connected you and that glorious cock once more. Trying to fight against Steve’s efforts at keeping your from it before rolling your eyes. “You’ve been asleep, Cap. Welcome back to the world.”

He blinks down at you. Frowning to himself as he takes in your debauched appearance. “Darlin’?”

You sneer, suddenly standing, hand curling over his jaw and slamming the super soldier back against the metal medical cot. Snarling. “No. I’m not. And don’t you dare make that mistake again, am I understood?”

Steve’s eyes went wide with the sudden change, electricity sparking between the two of you as he swallowed sharply. “No ma’am… I… I mean, yes ma’am.” Dropping his hands back down to his sides. Almost leaning into the cruel grip of your hand. 

“Good little super soldier. Now, I think I was busy with something before someone so rudely interrupted.” A brow arching high as you considered him. “Well?”

“I… Ah.. Yes, ma’am. Apologies, ma’am.” Steve nods against your hand, nearly flushing red as you give him a pat to the cheek. Then drop back down to your knees. Grabbing his cock with one hand and moaning headily as you take the tip back into your mouth. His hands scrabbling against the metal he was leaned against. Trying to find purchase as you pull back, dipping the tip of your tongue into the slit of his cock. Teasing him. 

Toying with him. 

Watching as Captain America falls to your every whim. 

Slowly bobbing your head back over him. Mouth watering with the weight of his cock against your tongue. Moaning as you slip a hand to palm over your covered core. Grinding your palm against yourself in time to every stroke of your mouth along his length. Turning to long, smooth motions over the majority of his cock. Deciding it was time to get down to business. Gaze not moving from his face. Watching as he screwed his eyes shut. Back arching up from the metal. Writhing against it with every downward stroke of your mouth. Each upward twist of your mouth drawing out a ragged moan. 

Feeling him twitch against your tongue. His sack growing tight. Humming before taking him back to the root. Swallowing with his cock deep in your throat. Pausing there a moment before suddenly moaning darkly around him, vibrations reverberating along the entirety of him. Watching as he suddenly went stock still. Pulling back just enough to catch his cum against your tongue. Feeling yourself spasm in place. Muffled moans ringing out from where you gathered his seed in your mouth, your own pleasure rippling across your skin, fizzing from the inside out. 

Waiting until he was panting weakly, falling back against the metal. Looking altogether boneless. Smirking to yourself, you stood slowly, hands trailing up along his chest, before tugging him by the hair down for a kiss. 

Pressing your mouthful of cum into his, tongue slipping against his to spread his seed between you. Then moaning in surprise as he responded almost eagerly to it. Tangling his tongue with yours, trying to lick the taste of himself from your mouth, his hands coming to clasp both of your wrists, pulling them down with a show of rippling muscle until they were gathered in one hand just behind your back. 

What happened to the woman that trained in this very facility, just learning how to let your powers wash over your teammates without overexerting yourself? When did you become a killer? Or were you always a killer, and it just took them freeing the limitations placed upon you by a society that wasn’t yours by birth?

“Doll?” His lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. 

“Hmm?”

“Don’t think you heard a single word of that, did you?” Bucky chuckled softly. The Soldat sweeping his cold gaze over you, checking for your reaction… No, just making sure that you were alright. His smile too warm to be calculating. 

You shake your head, whether in answering or to clear the cobwebs from it, you weren’t certain. 

Catching the glint of the screen reflecting off the mirror. Which one of them was keeping an eye on you today? Now that the mirror was opaque once more. Who was going to make sure that you didn’t kill the Soldat? They didn’t trust you, they couldn’t trust you. 

“That’s okay.” James brushes his knuckle across your jawline. His thumb flickering just a moment over your chin. The physical touch brought a blush to your cheeks, a warmth to your chest.. No, not just physical, affectionate. “I remember getting stuck in my own head a lot too. I still do. You make it easier, and Stevie.”

Swallowing, you pause for a moment. “Your sweater. I… I lost it there. They took it, I think.”

He blinks in surprise before chuckling softly once more. “We can get you another one, don’t worry. Didn’t even think about it, only about getting you out.”

“Alright! Got it!” Peter chirps excitedly, before blushing as he catches the look that you give James. “Right, well… Mister Stark says that Shuri will be in later, so for now, I bring you the power of Netflix!” Offering out the remote to you. Watching for your reaction. 

You laugh softly. He’s right, this will help. You don’t have any memories about this that were scrambled. Why bother messing with something as trivial as your enjoyment of movies? A loophole in the mess of your mind. “Thank you, spiderling.”

He flushes once more, looking pleased. “Well, I’ll let you two get some rest then. I’ll come back in later, okay?” “Yeah, and you can join me for some binge time while they try to make my brains less breakfast food like.” 

His face curls up at that image, even while he laughs. Bucky rumbling a laugh beside you, the vibrations of it settling against your bones. Squeezing you to his side for a moment. “Now there’s the wit that I’ve been missing.” 

You flash him a warm smile before waving to Peter as he half runs from the room. Then look down to the remote in your hands. Thinking about the last time that you had watched a movie with Bucky. Smiling to yourself, something else that they hadn’t taken. 

So small, but so important. 

“Anything in mind, Doll?”

Yeah, I know the perfect movie.” Nodding as you lifted the remote, flicking through the options until you pulled up Gone with the Wind. Pressing play and settling into his hold. 

You could feel the strength of Bucky’s smile, even as he pulled up the blanket around you both. “With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.”

Chancing a glance, you watch the familiar planes of his face. Gaze flickering over his as he lets you observe him, keeping his own gaze to the screen, watching the opening as if he were enraptured with the movie. Barely twitching as you bring your fingertips to brush over his lips. “You deserve to be kissed…” The quote trailing off as you lose your breath. 

Sudden panic flooding through your veins. Clinging to his shirt and burying your face against his shoulder. Knuckles going white with the tightness of your grip. The brush of his hands as he wraps them around you bringing goosebumps to your skin, even through your clothing. Cradling you to him as ragged sobs wracked through your chest. Murmuring against your temple. 

“Doll, I’m right here. I have you. They won’t get you. They won’t ever lay a hand on you again.” The timbre of his voice soothing and maddening all at once. Making you tighten your grip. Wanting to believe him, wanting to hate him. 

“James…” The whisper hoarse as it courses over your lips. Licking to feel at the chapped edges. 

“Shuri is going to be here, she’s going to help you. Same as she did me. And you’ve got that kid looking after you. He’s got a damned big heart, Doll, if only you could see the way that he looks up to you already.” Bucky huffs a weak laugh, petting his broad hand along your spine. “You’ve got so many people here, each of them wrapped up in your smiles. We just want you healed, Doll. Just want to see you safe. Shoulda seen how worried they were.” 

Another soft sob creates an ache in your chest, feeling it cracked open with his every word. “I want Kostya… I want my brother. I need him, James… Please… Please I just need to know that he’s safe... “

“He stayed behind to make sure that you were.” Bucky murmured softly, barely managing to make the words audible. “But we aren’t going to forget about him, I swear it. We’ll get him back to you. Tasha is already working on breaking the pattern for the next hideout. You know Hydra, you know they’ll pop up again. They can’t help themselves. And meanwhile, we’re going to make sure you stay safe.” 

You sniffle, nodding against his shoulder. The sincerity of his words echoing against all your doubts. 

“Right now, why don’t we just watch the film? Get lost in Tara for a bit, yeah?” Tilting his head to try catching sight of your eyes. Tear stained and bloodshot from your temporary loss of control. You try to lick at your cracked lips before nodding once more. Feeling like an idiot for all the nodding that you were doing. 

Bucky pulled you into his lap, letting you curl beneath the blanket, half hiding yourself still. Blinking away the last remnants of tears in order to keep your attention on the movie. Watching Scarlet flirt shamelessly with her bevy of boys. Somehow feeling more centered. 

Tonight you would survive, do whatever it took. Fist held high in the air as you screamed to the sky that you would never go hungry again. 

Tomorrow you would face reality, healing, and loss. 

“I’m not the Director of anything. Just a man with a bit of faith in people. You were one of them.” Nick Fury dipped his head to you, then gives a pointed look to the fallen Winter Soldier behind you. “Now I’m beginning to reconsider.”

“And you wondered why I always put off your calls.” You chuckle softly. Lifting a brow to the man. 

“I get the feeling that wasn’t the reason.” Nick responded smoothly. 

You chuckle once more, then sigh softly. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” Trailing your fingers along the glass. Swirling them in an obscure pattern, an action more familiar than you cared to admit. 

After all, this wasn’t your first cage. 

This probably wouldn’t be the last. Not once father got ahold of you once more. 

“Might be surprised.” 

Nick Fury stepped aside, letting Natasha stride up behind him. “Proyekt angelochkom... Project Little Angel. Affectionately named after Josef Mengele, the nazi’s Angel of Death.” Lifting a small flash drive, with the Avenger symbol emblazoned boldly at the end of it. “A eugenics project run by Hydra Scientist, Nikolai Stepanchikov. It only produced two successful specimens.”

You watched as Peter scuffed his shoe against the floor, blushing darkling. Was it shame that colored his cheeks. Hearing the Black Widow speak so callously about the science experiment that caused your very existence? 

“There were eleven failures, with embryo implantation, then egg implantation, surrogacy, introducing the serum during various stages of pregnancy.” Natasha paused for a moment. “And then finally a son, born directly of a Winter Soldier. With direct insemination through intercourse. A daughter born the next year. It would seem that a solution had been found. And yet only one of you was considered a success.” 

You huff, rolling your eyes. “You’re talking about it like I didn’t live it. Like I wouldn’t have joined you in the Red Room had I not shown some sort of serum induced enhancement.” 

You revel in the way that she swallows, even knowing that it’s a planned response. Showing you vulnerability. Letting you see the way she blinks away the memories. 

“Save me the science fair explanations, Natasha. And tell me why you’re really here.”

“Because we know where they’ve taken your brother.” Nick cuts it, tapping his knuckle against the glass, Watching as you perk up a bit. “And we know that he’s alive.” He purposefully reaches into the pocket of his coat. Pulling out an index card. Flashing it to you. “Captain tells me that you might know what this means. 

On it is a smiley face. 

One of his smiley faces. 

He was alive. He had gotten this to them. How?

“Hold it closer. I need to see the details.” Watching eagerly as Fury pressed it to the glass. 

A wink. A smile. And then a little doodle of a sun next to it. “The wink means that he’s undercover. The smile means that he’s uncomfortable, but safe. The sun is for me. Sunshine. That he trusts me, has faith in me… He wants me to keep fighting.”

“Tell that to the unconscious man in your room.” Fury rebutted. 

You snort a laugh, glancing back to Bucky. 

No, not Bucky, the Soldier. Soldat.

Suddenly frowning to yourself. “I did that… I… Why would I do that. He was trying to help. He… No, he was trying to make me betray father. I was following orders.”

“Druid…” Peter finally spoke, looking up to you with hopeful puppy eyes. “You’re confused.That’s all. We’re going to help you. They’re bringing in the same person who helped Bucky. Captain said as much. We can help. But you have to trust us.”

You blink. Swallowing softly before kneeling beside Bucky. Bringing his head into your lap. A mockery after what you had done. After you had betrayed him. After you had done exactly what you were supposed to. Curling over him. Tears spilling over your cheeks, dripping softly to stain silky black locks of hair. Shaking your head. “I don’t think I can trust anyone. I don’t think I can trust myself.” 

The door hissed open. Peter waving off Fury and Natasha as he entered. Coming to kneel at your side. Resting a gentle hand on your shoulder. Watching as you sobbed over Bucky’s unconscious body. “I think I have something that can help… Maybe it can help both of you. Just… Trust me. Only me. I promise. Okay?”

You nod, this was the character that you were more excited about playing. Hair pulled back from your face as you sat at the makeup chair. Ready for the team to turn you into the bad ass Shield Agent that was the Captain’s main love interest. Someone who could fight and fuck as his equal, while also being his foil. Forward where he was reserved, bright where he was humble. Tony had made a masterpiece of the character. 

“Since the shoot earlier didn’t go to plan, I’m having the writers get on it, try to hammer out whatever the hiccups were.” Giving you a pointed look, Tony then turned his attention to Steve, who was getting oiled down. You swallowed softly, unable to stop your gaze from drifting for a moment before quietly clearing your throat. “Right, so, first things first, how to make staying frozen in one place sexy…”

Steve chuckled, blushing slightly even as he shook his head. “I think for the first few moments, best to remain asleep, we can do a play on the sleeping beauty aspect.”

“Great, spot on.” Tony smirked, already moving to behind the camera. Readying the angles for the shot. “Might want to do a few stills for promos as well. Really draw in the crowds.” 

“You just enjoy bringing out your monstrosity.” You tease, trying not to laugh as you shut your eyes, the team getting to work. Giving you a slight break from the freaking greek adonis across from you. Listening to him snort a quiet laugh, the very sound of it making your smile break out only to earn a hiss from the makeup artist. Stilling your face once more. Next would be the dressing room, to get into your uniform for this part. 

Honestly it was like something out of a dream. An ass kicking, name taking dream. The super suit that they had worked up for you fit everything perfectly. Accentuated all the right features. All blacks and greys, except for a few pop colors that brought out your eyes. 

Whisper. 

That’s what this character’s name was. Nothing more than a whisper in the dark to terrify even the baddest of the bad’s. Working at the same level as Black Widow, just as feared as the Winter Soldier. 

And Captain America’s perfect partner. 

You couldn’t help the inner squeal. Waiting to be released from the make up chair before looking to Steve once more, offering him an almost shy smile as he ducked his head. 

“Alright you two, keep the bedroom eyes for the camera.” Tony teased from behind the screen, doing checks on the scene. An odd lab set up with a medical table set up almost upright. “Baby girl, go ahead and get dressed, we’ll get our man here fluffed, and then we can take a few test shots.” 

You nodded with a chuckle, ignoring the tightness in your chest with Tony’s comment regarding Steve. “Sure thing sugar tones. Be right back.” 

It didn’t take you long to change, you’d had enough practice getting into and out of the costume during your dry takes with Tony. Jumping in surprise at the knock on your door, costume only half on. 

Humming softly to yourself and pouting, on set you had very few chances to slip into your head. Prep for the character before you were on camera. Everyone knew that those moments were sacred. That they separated you from the persona. Sighing as you called out that the door wasn’t locked. 

“Hey… Ah…” You blinked in surprise before turning around, still half naked, to find Steve blushing furiously. Eyes turned to one side. “Sorry… Sorry… Just… Wanted to check and make sure that you were okay?”

He made you pause yet again. Watching him for a moment before he managed to lift his gaze. Meeting your own for just a moment, and then suddenly feeling your own cheeks warmed. “Yeah. Yeah, just… That line was terrible. It really was.” Steve laughed softly, almost a rumbling in his chest. You had heard it before. It was one of the first things that you had noticed about him. How his laugh was almost shy, a juxtaposition to the way he always seemed to take charge on set. Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I dunno… I thought it was… well…”

You giggle softly with that, rolling your eyes. “Of course you did, you’re a guy.” Then pausing as you turned around again. Working your way into the suit. Rolling your eyes to yourself, more amused than anything. 

“No, that’s not what I mean. Just…” Steve took a soft breath. “Anyways. Just wanted to make sure. I’ll see you on the floor, yeah?”

You hummed your response, waving your fingers at him as the door shut once more. Taking a breath you hadn’t realized you had lost. Then letting it out slowly. Getting yourself into character. 

Whisper.

Nodding to yourself as you finally made your way out of the dressing room. Steve already in place within the machine. Strapped down, leather crossing over his wrists to either side of his hips. One going straight across his stomach, tight against the plane of his abs. Pants a worn and faded version of the ones that he had worn earlier. Fraying and torn in a way that was suggestive without being vulgar. 

Tony would never do vulgar. Even in a porno. 

Well… Not in a tasteless way. 

“Alright, baby girl, you went over the script?” Tony looked up from behind the camera. Nodding to you as you took your mark. 

“Actually, Tones?” You wet your lips slightly, turning your gaze over Steve for a moment. 

“Yeah?” “Can I do this one on the fly?”

Tony’s eyes went wide, his smile suddenly broadening. Something inside him lighting up. He knew what you meant, to let yourself get carried away in the character. To let yourself get caught up in the chemistry. “Yeah, of course. Steve?”

Steve turned his gaze down to you as you turned towards him, watching him as he let his gaze drift over your face for a moment. Reading something in your expression. “Yeah, I’m good for it.”