#bucky's posts

Some soft ish Bucky/Rollins, with a little background Bucky/Steve and Hydra Husbands. Just something in our head that needed to be written down (and might become a whole series? who knows).

Warnings: Brief references to abuse and trauma.

The door opens, and Jack raises an eyebrow, straightens his posture slightly. “Rogers think that sending you in would warm me up?” He asks, and Bucky laughs hollowly.

“Nah, Stevie damn near used the trigger words himself just to stop me from coming in here. Only thing that stopped him is he didn’t want to be like you.”

!! ooh i will absolutely write that. i can give you a little bit of both. also, if winterpierce is your thing, have you heard of the series “alexander pierce should have died slower” on ao3?? would probably be up your alley, though it is more of a daddy kink thing, if that’s not your thing.

here is the link to that series, if you’d like to check it out. otherwise, here’s what i’ve got for ya!

(EDIT: Kept Phoenix’s commentary, but I’m gonna take over on this one. Honestly I’m surprised that this is a rare pairing, feels like it oughta be more common. Here ya go.)

The Soldier’s ears ring, and it faces forward again, meets Pierce’s eyes long enough to acknowledge him before dropping its head in submission. It failed the mission, but there’s a small voice within the Soldier that informs it that the mission was doomed from the start. The voice is followed immediately by blinding pain, the Soldier’s right arm spasming. The Soldier thinks it hears the voice screaming in agony in the split second before it’s struck again, head whipped to the side so hard its neck cracks. Pierce’s hand is still raised when the Soldier faces him.

“Pay attention,” Pierce snaps, and the Soldier nods once.

“Yes, Commander.”

Pierce turns to the man beside him, the Soldier’s soon-to-be-former handler. “Is he always this much of a goddamn nuisance?” Pierce asks, and Mikhail laughs.

“No, it bonds to handlers with time. If you want to speed that up, break it in a little. It started doing better with me after the first time I made it bleed when fucking it.”

Pierce frowns. “And the superiors didn’t mind that?”

“No. It did better after that, so they encouraged it.”

The look Pierce gives the Soldier makes the Soldier shiver involuntarily.

“Sir?”

Pierce’s gaze flicks up to the Soldier’s face from where he’s sitting between the Soldier’s bare legs on the bed.

Pierce’s fingers brush over the Soldier’s bare hip, disappointed. “The marks I put on you last time, they’re gone,” Pierce says finally. “It was only a week ago.”

The Soldier nods, propping itself up on its elbows. “The Soldier is enhanced to preserve its functionality,” it parrots. “Standard combat injuries repair within two or three days, intensive injuries within two weeks.”

Pierce sighs. “Well, we can try and change that. In the meantime, let’s see if we can’t make you quieter in combat. That whole ‘screaming when wounded’ thing needs to stop, it’s killing my ears.”

The Soldier lies down and whimpers, writhing as Pierce slowly sinks a blade into the Soldier’s hip, inch by inch. Pierce stops when the handle touches the Soldier’s skin, grinning wickedly when the Soldier sighs in relief.

The sudden twist of the knife makes the Soldier sob through a scream, and Pierce laughs as he pulls the blade out, as the Soldier squeezes its eyes shut and sobs, the wound healing before the blood even reaches the sheets.

“Now, let’s try that again, shall we?” Pierce asks. “I want you down to a whine at the most before I even consider letting you get off.”

The Soldier whimpers, but nods.

Rumlow knocks on the heavy wood doors to Pierce’s office.

“Come in!” Pierce’s voice calls, and Rumlow enters, pausing when he takes in the scene in front of him.

“Secretary Pierce?” He asks, and Pierce smiles, straightening his tie and leaning back against his desk with the Winter Soldier facing him, naked and kneeling at his feet.

“Hello, Brock. Come in, sit down, won’t you?”

Rumlow moves to sit cautiously in the chair in front of them. “What can I do for you, Secretary?”

“I need someone to take over as the Soldier’s handler. Someone I can trust. I’d like that to be you,” Pierce says, and Rumlow nods.

“Mr. Secretary, I’d be honored. Is that why he’s here?”

Pierce smiles. “Yes. I need you to be prepared to handle the Soldier, and I figured I could show you how to bond with it properly.” Pierce taps the metal arm with his right hand, and the Soldier looks up at Pierce. “Give me the knife.”

The Soldier raises its flesh hand, holding the knife out to Pierce, handle first. Pierce takes the knife, and Rumlow watches as Pierce yanks back the Soldier’s head by the hair, cutting a line behind the Soldier’s ear and down its neck, a small drip of blood barely escaping the wound before it heals.

“It responds best when you mix its pain and pleasure,” Pierce says, snapping his fingers. The Soldier rises to its feet, falling into a parade rest at Pierce’s side, and Pierce strokes the Soldier’s already half-hard cock with one hand as he carves a deep “P” into the Soldier’s hip, blood running from the wound as the Soldier stands silently in place.

“Just remember that it can’t do anything without a command,” Pierce says, as casually as if he were talking about how to drive a car. He places the knife on the desk, then turns to the Soldier. “Cum.”

The Soldier sighs out a breath as it cums, but otherwise doesn’t react. Pierce pushes the Soldier back to its knees, then holds out his hand, the Soldier licking its own cum out of his palm. Rumlow shifts in his seat, trying to disguise just how hard he is.

“Make sense?” Pierce asks, and Rumlow nods.

“Yes Mr. Secretary, seems fairly straight foward to me,” he says, and Pierce smiles broadly.

“Wonderful. I knew you’d take to this quickly. The Soldier is all yours then. Its clothes are in the corner, but I’m about to step out for lunch, so if you’d like to use the office for an hour or so, be my guest.” Pierce pats the Soldier’s head. “Soldier, this is Commander Rumlow, your new handler. You’ll show him all the respect you’ve shown me.”

The Soldier nods. “Yes sir.” It moves forward to kneel at Rumlow’s feet.