#notstucky

“What if we considered pro-creation?”

“Would either of them even be willing in breeding? There’s no guarantee the offspring would carry on the abilities. The super serum is already a watered down version compared to the one Erksine created, what shall we do with the offspring if it didn’t carry on their abilities?” spoke the voice of the devil

“It doesn’t matter if they’re willing. Since when has this been about them? If by any chance the offspring doesn’t carry on its abilities, we can just simply exterminate it.”

Countless times did they artificially inseminate you with Bucky’s secretion in hopes of creating a deadly weapon combined with the abilities you and Bucky carried. 10 times to be exact, all of them ending up in miscarriages which you were punished for. The last attempt was a success and when you gave birth, your newborn was immediately stripped away from your grasp and placed into a lab. They began checking the baby’s vitals, searching for any signs of being enhanced. It was all a blur to you. From the moment they told you the attempt was successful and you were finally carrying a fetus, to the moment you were spread out on a stretcher, in agonizing pain ready to pop. Hearing your baby’s cries was a sound you were blessed enough to hear. You created that. When they took it away from you, you were consumed in rage. They’ve took everything from you, but taking your baby from you was too much.

You screamed, kicked, fought, ending up killing three men. Shortly after, you were placed in solitary confinement. Every moment spent in there was a moment you drowned in an endless sadness that couldn’t go away. The desperation to swim your way out of this aching depression was eventually going to lead you to your death.

In a few short moments, the door that held you in this box room was opened and a body was thrown into the room by another guard. He stood up, his face was stained with dry blood and an angry expression. He walked towards you, taking a seat by your side almost collapsing with the overwhelming emotions he’s burdened by. ‘I’m sorry, soldat. She didn’t have our abilities.’ He said with despair.

‘It was a she?’ Was all you could muster up to say until you eventually ended up in his embrace, crying your emotions out.

“Stand guard. There might be residents.” You sternly reply. Fallen leaves from the forest trees cracked and crinkled under your dark combat boots as you scoured the windows of the abandoned cabin. You peeked through the crusty windows of the cabin wiping the dust off to clearly see inside and after deciding the cabin looked empty, you opened the door with your gun in hand. Bucky stealthily walked behind you, guarding your back. With a click of a button, the flashlight of your gun turned on and instantly lit up the room. The cabin looked as if it had been abandoned for quite a while considering the amount of dust the piano by the corner had been gathering. The cabin was well furnished, it was a possibility of being the estate of a wealthy person. After concluding the place had been fully empty, you two ransacked the cabin for any medical kits and canned foods.

The cabin included 2 bedrooms and 1 restroom. The light and electricity didn’t work, but you were grateful to at least have warm running water. The first thing you did was take a well needed shower, ridding yourself of the dirt and grime that had collected over the 2 days you ran in the forest. You spent your first night in the cabin under the warmth of the blankets the beds had. Bucky took his shower in the night, taking much longer than you did. For a while, you wondered what he was doing in there. He returned to your room, his combat clothes in hand wearing nothing but his boxers. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked absolutely beautiful just the way he was. He knew you were staring, yet said nothing as he got under the sheets of the bed you two now shared.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you to his chest afraid to let you go. Your arm wrapped around his body, indulging yourself in his fresh scent. Though his body still had excess water, you felt warmer than ever. Your hand traveled to his drawers, cusping and massaging his length through his boxers. His breath shuddered, yet he said nothing. His hand went under the extra large shirt you had found in one of the drawers of the cabin, and kneaded your ass while taking notice the fact you only wore panties underneath. You took his erect cock out of his boxers and began moving your hands in a motion that made him release a soft moan. It was perfect, finally the two of you shared a moment that belonged to just the both of you. No cameras, no guards, it was all you could asked for.

You got on top of him, aligning him to your entrance before finally sitting on him. Moans left from the two of you. His length felt amazing inside of you, fitting you almost perfectly. His hands gripped your waist with a soft yet firm hold. You began rolling your hips noting the surge of pleasure that hit you each time you’d bounce on his dick. He groan and whimpered, “Please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t think about stopping, not now as your body filled with pleasure and the room covered in yours and Bucky’s moans. He released one of his hands from your hips and made its way around your neck applying a soft pressure that wasn’t enough to make you feel choked, but secured. His veins bulged from his hands and travelled down to his forearms. His chest held a variety of deep scars, some of which you knew its origins. His scars shared stories, stories that often involved you. Your pace quickened a bit thinking of his scars and veins that only you knew about, becoming more needy with the release you longed too much for.

“Doll, I’m close. Please keep going. Don’t stop. I need you.” He whimpered and begged. Unconsciously, the grip he had on your neck tightened as you bounced faster on his dick. He felt your walls tighten around him, and with that he knew he was about to burst. “I love you.” He said quietly. Yet it was loud enough for you to hear. You became overwhelmed with the pleasure he gave you, and came on his dick. You removed yourself from his dick, lying down between his legs before inserting him inside your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, swallowing him full before feeling his dick twitch inside you mouth. You knew it was it for him. Within a second you felt a warm thick fluid fill your mouth, followed by a whimper from Bucky. You stood up and spit the fluid onto the floor of the cabin before collapsing on top of Bucky, mindlessly twirling your finger around his medium length black hair.

The two of you fell asleep in peaceful bliss, unaware of the inevitable change heading your way.

Morning

You woke up to a soft kiss against your forehead. “We must move.” softly said Bucky, cupping your cheek in an adoring way. In his head though, he wanted to stay here forever and pretend you were just a homely couple who enjoyed spending time in the forest. A couple who would wake up every morning in each others embrace, having everything they ever wanted in the world at arms reach at all times. Bucky knew that wasn’t possible though, and if you two wanted to stay alive you’d have to keep running.

In a span of a few minutes, you were completely dressed in your combat gear. The both of you stacked your backpack with first-aid kits and canned food you’ve found in the cabin and prepared yourself for a long travel ahead.

It’d been a few hours of running since you’ve both left the cabin. Neither of you stopped running until this moment. Being trained assassins, both of you knew when you were being watched. Right now, you felt a chilling sensation creep up your spine and you placed yourself in a back-to-back position with Bucky, your trigger finger itching for a target. You felt a sharp pinch in your shoulder, and when you looked at the pain all you saw was a dart with a red feathery tail.

You knew what it was and your body instantly filled with fear. Your turned to Bucky and noticed the same scared expression as he took out the dart in his shoulder before collapsing.

Rubber gloves were the first thing you smelled as you began gaining consciousness. You heard consistent small beeping noises similar to those at hospitals. When you first opened your eyes, you were almost blinded by the pure white light dangling from the ceiling. Your vision was blurred and hazy, still recovering from the tranquilizer they’ve shot you with.

You looked around in panic with your head painfully dizzy yet the room did not look like a room from HYDRA’s base. It looked like a plain hospital room. You rubbed your eyes and that’s when you noticed an I.V sticking from your forearm. You wondered where you were until you were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the door in front of you unlocking.

A blonde man wearing a red and blue suit with a simple star in the middle stood in front of you. His face looked tired and restless but his eyes looked like they were yearning for something close to his reach. He kept his arms by his side, in a orderly stance. As you scanned his body, you couldn’t resist from looking back into his deep blue eyes. They reminded you so much of Bucky,almost as if they shared some of the same stories. It didn’t take you long to figure out that this man might not have the intention of hurting you, but you were still cautious as to what he needed from you.

“Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. I’m not here to hurt you. I know that you’ve been working with HYDRA against your will with Bucky, who’s very dear to me, and I don’t want you to worry no more. As long as you’re with us, HYDRA won’t get their hands on you guys no longer. We’ve placed you in here to monitor your health but as far as I can tell, you’re perfectly healthy, same as Bucky. It’s gonna be a long process, but I promise you I’ll be here until the end of the line.” Steve said. You looked at him for a bit, trying to detect any trickery in his words but when you were met with a stern face dedicated to proving his words true, your heart filled with gratitude and an unfamiliar sense of hope.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked, with a soft spoken voice not like your usual tone.

Almost immediately he replies, “He’s in another room. He didn’t exactly have the best reaction to regaining consciousness, so he’s being quarantined for now. I tried to get them to go easier on him, If you’d like to see him, I’m sure I can arrange that.” He looks at you fully this time, noting your features and current state. Like him, it didn’t look like you got too much sleep either. When your eyes locked together, you shared a mutual bond. You didn’t know who Steve was, but you knew he was there to help.

It took a while for you to settle into all of this. Being introduced to a bunch of strangers who claimed to be there to help you was overwhelming when you had lived in dark times where you truly believed there was no one to come and rescue you. Natasha, Sam, Tony, and Bruce seemed to be normal people with their own secrets yet you still couldn’t help but be overly cautious of them. Especially Natasha. She reeked of vibes that you get from Bucky, from people like you. You hoped she was nothing like you, for her own sake.

Because of the your inability to easily trust these people, you stuck to the first person you saw when you regained consciousness. “When can I see Bucky?” You asked Steve, following him around the building like a lost puppy.

“We’re heading to him right now.” He glances at you, offering a short smile. He too, was excited in seeing Bucky. It was obvious to you and for seem reason it made your heart warm up. You were glad someone other than you adored Bucky. Though, you were unsure just how far his relationship with Bucky ran. He led you to a steel door, your brows furrowed at the level of security but you chose to brush it away.

The door opened, but you hate what you saw. Inside the room was Bucky, strapped in a container like a freak show. The contained and cuffs that held Bucky finally opened, allowing the man to take a stand. You ran into his arms, hugging him as strong as you possibly could. His arms wrapped around your entire body and his hand held your head close to his chest. After a good while of staying in this embrace you pulled apart and looked towards Steve,

“What now?”

What followed after was painfully annoying but understandable. Mandated court meetings, public outrages, mandated therapy, and emotionally exhausting routines, occupied your life for a couple months. What made it slightly less bearable was the fact that you went through everything with Bucky.

You lived like a semi normal person. Only with an enhanced body. It was rare you were alone with Bucky. Both of you were so busy with new routines and meetings that you didn’t have a day to spare with each other. Sure, you often saw each other in the same building but it wasn’t enough to fill the crave you had for him. You didn’t know why it felt like you were slowly becoming distant with him and you hated every part of it but in times like those, you remembered the night you shared at the cabin. The night where it was just the two of you. You often spent your days with Steve, training and attending meetings. As your representative, Steve took you to all your meetings and checked up on you daily. You began an early running routine with him, and though you were a pretty fast runner, he was a little faster.

He assured you within no time you’d be able to surpass him. You laughed it off, “It’s not fair to you though, aren’t you like a hundred?”

He raises his eyebrow, “Yeah so? How old are you? I expect not that younger.” He replied with sass. That question caught you off guard though, you never thought about how old you were. You truly couldn’t remember.

“I don’t know how old I am.” You replied bluntly, you didn’t mean it for it to come out sad but it did anyway.

“Well, we have records of you appearing in the 80’s even as far as the 60’s.” He says, attempting to lighten the mood. It worked.

“Woah. I’m scared now. I could be as old as you!” You gasped with faux worry. He gave a genuine laugh and say by the bench close by you. He wiped the sweat with a hanker-chief he carried tucked into his pocket, like a true old man.

“I been meaning to ask you…are you and Bucky a thing?” Steve says. His question is enough to send you into a blushing stuttering mess but you held your composure and give out a small chuckle.

“No, why?” You ask

“You guys seem kind of close, dunno was just wondering.”

“Nah, I do love him though, he was all I had in there. You know?” Your eyes mindlessly watched the ducks in the large lake. It was a beautiful park to run in, Steve had recommended it and it truly did not disappoint. Images of the night you and Bucky shared in the cabin flashed inside your mind. Neither of you discussed being in a relationship which is why you said no. Part of you wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with him.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve said.

At the Tower

You were bored.

Lately, you’ve had less meetings and you’ve found yourself having more free time than you’d know what to do with. Your idea was to make some popcorn and watch a movie with Bucky. With popcorn in a bowl, you were about to knock on his door until you heard a familiar voice.

It was Natasha. She giggled and said something you couldn’t quite understand. Seemed like he was a little busy. It shouldn’t have stinged as much as it did. You didn’t care though. Bucky wasn’t yours. It didn’t matter. Right.

Still, your mood was sour and you didn’t know it but you looked sad and stared down at the floor almost comical. You walked towards your room until you bumped into a stern chest. It was Steve.

He grabbed a popcorn from the bowl, “Why the frown, peach?”

Your weren’t going to address the nickname. “I don’t have a frown.”

“You do.”

“No.”

“Fine…were you going to watch a movie?” He asks

“Yeah. Im not so sure about it now though.” You say, eating the popcorn.

“Why not? I’ll watch a movie with you, if you don’t mind.” He asks gently, offering a small smile hoping you’d say yes. Which you did.

In Your Room

You scrolled through Netflix, randomly picking the first horror movie you set your eyes on and pressed play. It started off cliché. A family moves into a house in the middle of nowhere, slowly unraveling the ‘demons’ within. What you really looked forward to though were the jumpscares.

With Steve by your side intently watching the movie, you wondered who was going to be the most affected. As you reached the peak of the movie, one of the protaganists searched the basement with a flashlight, and when he turned around…bam! A demon popped up scaring every inch of your supernatural body. If it weren’t for Steve holding the popcorn, you would’ve dropped all of it all over the floor.

It was then you realized the hold you had on Steve’s arm. You were holding it by your cheek with a tight force that if he weren’t a super soldier, you would’ve left a bruise. At first, you were embarrassed. But then images of Natasha and Bucky being in this exact position flashed through your brain. It was as if every inch of embarrassment flooded away and replaced with a need for revenge. So you stayed that way, holding onto Steve’s arm like a damsel in distress. You don’t know why, maybe it was because you hurt for what you heard earlier going on in Bucky’s room but the need to be closed to Steve overcame your senses of logic.

On your bed you positioned yourself to a move comfortable position. You had your leg over Steve’s torso and continued to grab onto his arm. You heard Steve’s heart quickened, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care about the movie anyway. You began getting tired and ended up following asleep in this exact position. Reminding yourself, Bucky betrayed you first.