#spiderrollins

With Winter gone, Spider has been given both Rumlow and Rollins as co-handlers, and they continue to live in the rooms they had before Winter left, a constant reminder of their failure to keep Winter.

Most of the time, Rumlow and Rollins alternate between who accompanies Spider on missions, and only rarely do they go on missions all together. On the missions that could probably be done by a regular agent, Spider isn’t accompanied by either of his handlers. As a result, he doesn’t think that his handlers realize just how much work he’s being expected to complete.

Which is how Spider ends up almost literally dragging himself down the hall to his handlers’ shared bedroom, checking himself for any bleeding wounds and, when he doesn’t find any, curling up under the covers with Rumlow’s pillow and sobbing into it.

He knows he shouldn’t be in here; he knows that his handlers won’t be happy to find him there, taking up the entire bed and in such disarray, but he can’t help it. The lingering scent of his handlers on the pillows and sheets is comforting, and he’s just so tired.

“Spider?” Rumlow’s voice says, and Spider blinks, looks around in the dark in confusion for a minute before he realizes he’s still under the covers of his handlers’ bed. He scrambles his way out of the sheets and out of the bed, standing to face his handlers and whimpering when he puts weight on his injured leg.

“Jesus, what happened? Bad training session?” Rollins asks, and Spider shakes his head.

“Bad mission, sir,” he says, and he curses himself for saying anything as his handlers trade a look, frowning.

“You didn’t get that wounded on a mission with either of us. Have you been on missions without us?”

Spider nods slowly. “Yes, sir.”

“And what, they’re just letting you get banged up and sending you home? Why would they do that?”

Spider nods again. “Yes, sir. Because Winter’s gone, I have to step up, sir. Take on more missions.”

Rumlow swears, and Spider flinches. Rollins sighs, holds his arms out. “Get over here, Spider. You’re doing just fine.” Spider steps forward, and Rollins wraps him in a hug. “We miss him too, but it isn’t your fault. It’s not any of our faults. They’re the ones that fucked up Winter’s programming, not us.”

Rumlow joins the hug, head leaned on Spider’s shoulder. “Yeah. It’s not your fault. I miss him. But that’s not on you. And if HYDRA’s really been running you this ragged, I’m amazed by how good of an asset you are.”

Spider hums noncommittally. He doesn’t want to disagree with his handlers, but Rumlow’s wrong, he’s still not as good as Winter.

“You’re arguing with me in your head, shut up,” Rumlow mutters, and Spider stiffens.

“Sorry, sir.”

Rumlow shakes his head. “Don’t be. You’re doing good. Now come on, we’ve got one more mission to complete today and then we’ll see what can figure out about your missions. Alright?”

Everyone pulls away, and Spider nods.

“And,” Rollins adds, “if you’re good, I think we can arrange a reward tonight too.”

“Well, he’s definitely on the older side, guess they just assumed he was a beta and not a late bloomer.”

Spider is whimpering softly, hips thrusting against ground from where he’s laying on his belly, staring through the scope on his rifle and waiting to take out the target he’s been assigned to kill on this mission.

Rollins looks between Spider and Rumlow, frowning. “Do you think we need to do something about it? I mean, if he misses the shot, we’re fucked,” he says, and Rumlow nods.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. You wanna mate him?”

Rollins chokes on empty air. “I’m sorry, what?”

Rumlow shrugs. “You’re the one that smelled him first. He’s yours, if you want him. You work well with him, it makes sense.” Rumlow checks his watch. “We’ve got forty minutes until the targets in range, so there’s time.”

Rollins hesitates, then nods. “Yeah, okay. Sure. Spider, come here.” Spider stands up from his post, walks over to where Rollins is.

“Sweetheart, you’re in heat. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Pull your pants and boxers down for me.”

Spider complies, and Rollins opens the fly on his own pants, takes out his cock and gestures Spider over. “Going to fuck you and mark you,” Rollins says, fingering Spider open, Spider’s hole already wet and slick from his heat.

Rollins doesn’t waste time in fucking him, pulling Spider into his lap and thrusting up into him, Spider whimpering and wrapping his arms around Rollins’s neck to steady himself.

Rollins bites into the meat of Spider’s shoulder as he orgasms, marking and claiming him as his own, and Spider comes the second Rollins bites him, rolling his hips and gasping into Rollins’ shoulder.

Rollins rides out his orgasm before pulling out, and Spider looks a little shaky, but also more stable than before. Rumlow checks his watch. “Twenty-five minutes until the target is in range. Spider still looks a little off,” Rumlow says, and Rollins nods, zipping up.

“It might be the serum, if he’s enhanced, he might need more than one Alpha. We can share him?” Rollins offers, and Rumlow looks at Spider, at the hungry look in Spider’s eyes, and nods.

“Yeah, alright. Spider, come here.” Rumlow fucks Spider more roughly than Rollins had, grinning when Spider cries out, hands scrabbling at Rumlow’s back and likely leaving scratch marks behind.

Rumlow bites Spider’s other shoulder when he comes, and Spider comes a second time, wriggling in Rumlow’s lap and whining.

“Good boy,” Rumlow says, pulling out and checking his watch. “Your target’s almost here, redress and complete the mission.”

Spider whines softly but complies, laying back down with his rifle and looking through the scope.

Because of Rumlow’s (and more recently, Rollins’s) clear authority over Winter, and their ranking as Winter’s two best handlers, Rollins is given Spider as his asset after Spider has been given the serum and brainwashed, all of his memories repressed deep within him and his trigger words programmed.

The four of them make one hell of a team; Winter and Spider’s lethality and enhanced abilities make them perfect for difficult missions, and Rumlow and Rollins’s control over them is spectacular. The more they work together, the closer they get, and with Rumlow and Rollins already having used Winter together before, it only makes sense to add Spider to the mix.

So after one particularly long day of nothing but meetings, with all four of them itching for something more to do, Rumlow and Rollins take Winter and Spider back to Rollins’ place for the night.

“Undress each other,” Rumlow orders once they’ve reached the bedroom, and both assets comply, undressing the other efficiently until they’re both naked, turning back to face Rumlow and Rollins and wait for further orders.

Rollins is the one who laughs. “Jesus, I knew he was a kid, but look at him, his cock is so tiny,” he says, and Spider shifts uncomfortably. Rumlow just shrugs.

“Well, it’s not like he was going to be topping anyone anyway, he’ll just be even more fun to fuck because he’ll probably come really quick, I doubt he’s ever seen any action.”

Rumlow takes the gun out of the holster on his hip, popping out the clip. He walks over to Spider, gripping the boy’s chin. “Open your mouth,” he says, and Spider complies, gags as Rumlow fucks Spider’s mouth with the gun.

“Make sure you get it nice and wet, because I’m planning on fucking you with this,” he says, and Spider whimpers around the barrel, nods.

Rollins grabs Winter by the hair, takes the blade off his belt and trails it lightly down Winter’s chest and stomach. “And you, sweetheart, are going to finger Spider open while I carve your back up all nice and pretty, how’s that sound?” Winter moans, nodding. Winter’s played this game and similar ones with Rumlow and Rollins in the past. He puts two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and coating them in saliva before shoving both into Spider roughly.

Spider cries out around the gun in his mouth, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It’s nowhere near safe or gentle, and it hurts, but Spider does not get to complain. Neither of the assets do. So Spider just whines and whimpers around the barrel of the gun, gags when it hits the back of his throat.

In the meantime, Rollins starts to carve up Winter’s back, digging the knife in deep as he puts words into Winter’s back, some of them on top of words from previous nights; “SLUT” is carved over the word “WHORE,” and blood drips down Winter’s back and shoulders, pooling on the bed beneath him. “HAIL HYDRA” is carved in the same spot as previous times, and the mass of scar tissue bleeds profusely as Rollins digs the knife into it.

Winter’s movements stutter, already getting weak from blood loss, and Rollins sighs, pats Winter’s back on top of the fresh wounds, causing Winter to flinch.

“God, I though you were supposed to be a professional, Winter, but you can’t even handle a couple little cuts. Pathetic. Well, since you’re bleeding and useless anyway, use the blood to lube your fingers, at the very least you can make this nice for Spider.”

Winter lets out a hiccuping sob, but he reaches back and coats his fingers in his own blood, then uses them to continue fingering Spider open.

“I want Spider’s mouth,” Rollins says, and Rumlow nods.

“Hold on, I want to try something.” Rollins watches as Rumlow cocks the gun in Spider’s mouth, and Spider’s eyes go wide. Rumlow grins. “I never checked the chamber. What do you think, Spider? You think there’s a bullet in there? Shall we test it?”

Spider shakes his head, but Rumlow just shrugs, pulling the trigger.

Spider flinches, eyes squeezed shut, but nothing happens, and after a moment Spider opens his eyes, sobbing as he realizes that he’s fine.

“Okay, all yours,” Rumlow says, taking the gun out of Spider’s mouth and tossing it aside. Rollins grins, takes Rumlow’s place on the bed and unzips his pants, taking out his cock.

“I know you don’t have any experience since no one would fuck someone with such a tiny little prick, but that’s fine, I’m planning on fucking your face so all you need to do is keep your teeth out of the way, alright?”

Spider is still sobbing, but he nods, opening his mouth for Rollins to push in.

Rumlow taps Winter’s shoulder. “You get to fuck Spider. Make sure you hit his prostate, I wanna see if that little cock of his can manage to cum. And be rough with him.” Rumlow grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicking himself up. “I know you’re a slut, so you don’t need any prep for me to fuck you.”

Rumlow waits until Winter has started to fuck up into Spider, Spider whimpering around Rollins’s cock as Winter’s long, thick cock fills him up, and then Rumlow fucks into Winter, Winter crying out, his metal arm reaching up to grab Spider’s throat in a desperate attempt to hold on to something. Spider chokes, Rollins’s cock and Winter’s hold on his neck too much for him to be able to breathe properly.

Winter leaves hickey’s trailing down Spider’s neck, collarbone, and chest, and Spider just thrusts up into the air, desperate for release. As predicted, Spider cums first. The vibration of his moan sets Rollins off, and the way he clenches around Winter gets him off, too. Rumlow’s not far behind, filling up Winter before pulling out, all four men collapsing on the bed in a mess of limbs.

“We’re doing that again,” Rollins says after a few minutes, and Rumlow laughs.

“Oh hell yes we are.”