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Bucky only knew her from the brief contact he had with her due to Hydra's partnership with the Red Room. The woman with the red hair, from what he'd seen, was fearless and unstoppable. Each time he caught a glimpse of her, it was like watching a force of nature in action, leaving him both in shock and uncertain of what she might do next. He was ordered to train future Widows, tasked with evaluating their potential and resilience. He found himself paired with her, Natalia, the embodiment of tenacity. The Red Room was eager to test whether Hydra's deadly super soldier could refine their most promising Widow into an even more formidable asset.
Their first meeting was marked by silence, with Bucky observing her from across the training room. As a soldier, he was conditioned to suppress his emotions, feeling nothing but duty. Yet, even in the void, he recognized the gravity of his task - to hone Natalia into a weapon that was more deadly than before. He stood still on the mat, his eyes fixed on her, a silent challenge hanging in the air.
A pleased hum left the brown and white haired man as the other pulled him into a hug, soon returning the gesture along with burying his face against his partner's neck with a content sigh dropping from his lips. Could he be blamed for the fact that he was so attached to James that he missed him so dearly when the other had to leave for the day? Maybe yes, maybe no, not that he cared, not that anyone could judge him about it, too. One hand moved from behind James, trailing up against his chest before coming to rest upon his shoulder for a moment.
"Mm.. You know I miss you every day you leave." He murmured against his lover's skin, the hand resting upon James' shoulder coming up to run through his hair very lightly. "Can you blame me?" He pulled his head away, tilting it as he gazed up curiously.
James smiled softly, his eyes filled with understanding. "I can't blame you at all." He replied, brushing a gentle kiss on Ghost's forehead. James knew Ghost often felt lonely in the apartment when he had to leave. He always checked in whenever he got a chance. Whether it was by a quick call or a text message, James always reminded Ghost that he was thinking of him. "How about we play some games tonight and I'll order some takeout?" James suggested, hoping to lift Ghost's spirits. With a playful grin, he leaned in to kiss Ghost's lips. "I promise I'll try to come home more often." He added softly, wanting to make more time for their cherished moments together.
He's going to just give James ( @wintersold4h ) the biggest puppy eyes ever. He's innocent, your honor.
James sighed, feeling his resolve crumble under Ghost's gaze. "Alright, alright, I give in." He admitted with a chuckle as he pulled Ghost into a warm hug. "What do you want, baby?" James asked softly, understanding that Ghost must have missed him while he was away all day. "Did you have a lonely day without me?"
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YOU EVER WONDER HOW DEEP YOU COULD SINK INTO NOTHING AT ALL?
James didn't get a chance to react quickly enough. Everything moved so fast. Alpine darted away to hide as the shot rang out, echoing through the room. Steve gasped, the sound of his struggle mingling with the realization that the man before them was no longer Ghost, but the unyielding Winter Soldier. Watching everything unfold, James knew he had to act swiftly. Fury and Steve had pushed too far, failing to heed his warning about the danger they faced. In a fluid motion, he disarmed Fury, the gun clattering to the ground, before turning his attention to Steve. With a swift move, he pried the bionic grip from Steve's throat, helping him regain his breath as he glared at the Winter Soldier, hoping to find a glimmer of the man he once knew. James stepped between them, creating a protective barrier as he pushed Steve and Fury back, his eyes pleading with Ghost.
He didn't want it to come to a fight, but the tension in the room was palpable. If it came down to it, he was ready to face Ghost, hoping against hope to reach the man buried beneath the soldier's cold exterior. James felt a surge of anger at Fury and Steve for recklessly activating Ghost, knowing full well the destructive potential of the Winter Soldier when unleashed. He had witnessed firsthand the chaos and devastation the Soldier could cause, and the thought of that power being turned against them was terrifying. Despite his anger, James understood the necessity of their actions, but he knew there was a better way to reach the man trapped within the soldier's icy shell.
James took a deep breath, his voice steady as he addressed the Winter Soldier. "I know you're still in there, Ghost. We can figure this out without any more violence." But before he could continue, Steve interrupted, his frustration evident. "We don't have time for this, James. We need to end this now." As Steve moved to confront the Soldier, James quickly stepped in, placing a firm hand on Steve's shoulder to hold him back.
"No, Steve. Let me handle this. We can't lose him again." Steve, ignoring James's plea, shoved past him, his determination overriding any sense of caution. James had no choice but to defend himself, blocking Steve's attacks with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Fury stood back, unwilling to get caught in the crossfire, yet he drew another gun, aiming it at Ghost to ensure the Winter Soldier wouldn't escape.
As the tension reached a boiling point, James knew he had to find a way to de-escalate the situation before it spiraled further out of control. James quickly shifted his focus to Steve, expertly dodging the punches Steve threw at him and grabbing him in a bear hug to immobilize him. "Steve, please, you need to listen!" He urged, trying to break through Steve's stubborn resolve. With Steve restrained, James turned his attention to Fury, raising his voice to cut through the tension. "Put the gun down, Fury! This isn't the way to reach him.
"We need to show Ghost that he's not just a weapon." Fury hesitated, his gaze shifting from James to Ghost, weighing the risks of lowering his weapon. The thought of the Winter Soldier's lethal capabilities made him wary, but James’s conviction gave him pause. Reluctantly, Fury kept the gun trained on Ghost, unable to fully trust the situation. Meanwhile, Steve struggled against James's grip, his determination undeterred as he tried to free himself, unwilling to relent in his attempt to counter the threat he perceived.
Realizing that Steve's determination wouldn't waver, James made a swift decision. He tightened his grip and applied just enough pressure to render Steve unconscious, gently lowering him to the ground. "I'm sorry, Steve," James whispered, knowing it was necessary to prevent further escalation. As Fury's finger twitched on the trigger, his eyes darted between James and Ghost, calculating his next move. Sensing the imminent danger, James acted swiftly, lunging forward to disarm Fury with a fluid motion, sending the gun skidding across the floor.
Before Fury could react, James delivered a precise blow that knocked him unconscious, ensuring he wouldn't be a further threat. James turned his attention to Ghost, who stood silently amidst the chaos, an alarm blaring in the background. The shrill sound reverberated through the room, adding urgency to the situation. "Ghost, you don't have to do this," James pleaded, stepping forward cautiously, hoping to reach the humanity within the soldier before it was too late.
He could tell by just the small second that he caught of James' face before it changed that something bothered him. Slowly sitting up as the other spoke, Ghost simply stared, tilting his head slightly. A hand was raised to scratch his cheek a little sheepishly as the soldier stayed quiet, gaze cast to the side once more for just a moment before it lowered down toward Alpine, who was sitting still comfortably on his lap. Should he ask about it? He heard some muffled parts of it - and he knew it was about him, too, which really didn't help. James was going through so much trouble just for him, it reminded him of their time back then when they were both stuck in the same cell.
Lips were pressed into a thin line, until he hesitantly looked back toward the other's face, brows furrowed.
"<<Are you.. alright?>>" He asked, his voice soft but a little quiet. James would know why he was asking that, he would also be able to tell that Ghost knew that it was about him. Which didn't help - he always had hated it back then, to see James do it again, he felt so undeserving of it, especially after everything that he had done. Sure, he hadn't been himself, but he still had done those things, he had killed those people, he remembered all of them - and wouldn't forget about them ever again, especially if he wasn't brainwashed again.
And honestly, part of him wished he could forget, wished that he that he didn't have to remember every face that he had put down.
Ghost found himself glancing away again, unable to look at James' face without feeling guilt creep up in the back of his mind. The hand that had previously been at his cheek went to rub his eyes, trying to keep tears that had decided to show themselves at the corners of his eyes. No, he couldn't cry again, could he? He sniffled lightly, lowering his head so that strands of brown hair would at least obscure part of his face.
“<<I'm sorry..>>” He then mumbled out, unsure if it even was the right thing to say. “<<I just bring you trouble, I'm sorry.>>”
James shook his head gently, moving closer and placing a reassuring hand on Ghost's shoulder. "No, you're not causing any trouble at all." He said firmly, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "We all have our pasts, but you're not defined by yours. You're here now, and that's what matters." James tried to maintain his composure, but he knew Ghost could see through the facade. He had to be strong to him, especially after Fury's warning. "I promise, once this is all over, we can take you anywhere you want." James continued, offering a glimmer of hope. "And of course, Alpine will come with us. We'll find a place where you can truly be at peace, away from all of this."
James knew that making such promises was easier said than done, especially given the situation unfolding just down the hallway. Steve and Fury were still locked in a tense conversation about how to handle Ghost and the crucial information he possessed. "Steve, you have to understand," Fury insisted, his voice low but intense. "I've let you play the good cop for long enough, but Ghost isn't cracking, and time is running out. We need to apply pressure, and that means you can't keep shielding him with kindness." Steve frowned, knowing Fury was right, but it was against his instincts to push Ghost harder. "You know I hate doing things this way, Fury." He replied, conflicted. "But if it's the only way to get the information we need and keep everyone safe, I'll do what I have to." James had just opened his mouth to suggest grabbing a bite to eat when Steve burst into the room, followed closely by Fury.
The sudden entrance interrupted the moment, and James quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of frustration flashing in his eyes. "We need to talk," Steve said, glancing meaningfully at Ghost, while Fury's expression was as stern as ever. James was about to suggest that Steve controlled his tone. However, before he could speak, Steve's patience wore thin, and he was able to snap at Ghost. "Look, we don't have time for this." Steve said, his voice edged with urgency. Fury watched the exchange intently, arms crossed, wondering if Ghost's demeanor was just an act of buying time. James stood up, trying to diffuse the situation as Alpine sensed the tension. Her ears perked up and her body was ready to pounce. "Steve, let's slow it down," James urged, his voice calm yet firm.
However, Steve pressed on, his tone growing more aggressive as he demanded."Ghost, we need answers about Hydra, and we need them now." Fury stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Ghost's, and said, "We've seen through this charade, Ghost. You're not fooling anyone with this act - your history speaks volumes about your real capabilities." Fury's patience finally snapped, and he reached into his briefcase, pulling out Ghost's thick file and tossing it onto the table with a thud. "Enough games!" Fury said, his voice rising. As Steve glanced down at the file, memories of the people who had suffered each face a reminder of the urgency of their mission. "These are the lives Hydra has destroyed," Steve continued, opening the file to reveal pictures of the victims. "And you had a hand in it, Ghost. We need you to come clean before more innocent people get hurt." Steve took a deep breath, softening his expression for a brief moment.
"Ghost, I know there's a part of you that wants to make this right," he said, trying to appeal to whatever humanity Ghost had left. But as the seconds ticked away without a response, Steve's patience wore thin again, and he leaned in, his eyes narrowed. "This isn't just about you anymore," he warned, his voice low and intense. "It's about stopping Hydra before they hurt more people." Fury's frustration was palpable, and he leaned forward, his voice seething with intensity. "We don't have time for your games, Ghost." He barked, emphasizing each word to hammer the point home. Sensing the escalation, James quickly intervened, stepping between them with a steady hand raised. "Both of you, back off." He insisted, his tone carrying authority.
"We need to approach this strategically, not aggressively." Steve, despite his initial reluctance, felt the weight of the evidence pushing him toward a more confrontational stance. The images of Hydra's victims flashed in his mind, fueling his determination to get the truth. With a newfound resolve, he stepped forward, grabbing Ghost by the collar, his voice a mix of desperation and anger, "You owe them the truth, Ghost, and we're not leaving until we have it." Steve sighed. "You can play the victim all you want, but it won't change the fact that you're responsible for countless lives lost," Steve snapped, his grip tightening.
"Every second you waste on this act is another second as Hydra destroys more families. We don't need excuses, we need the truth, and you'll give it to us." James had never witnessed Steve so consumed by anger, and it unnerved him. He saw a flicker in Ghost's eyes, a familiar glint of defiance mixed with fear, reminiscent of their time in Hydra's captivity. It was a look that signaled Ghost was on the verge of losing control, and James knew he had to act fast to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control. James took hold of Steve's arm and pushed him back, trying to diffuse the tension. "Stand down, Steve," he urged, urgency in his voice. Fury, however, misinterpreted the action, drawing his weapon and pointing it at Ghost, which only served to inflame James's anger further. "Put the gun down, Fury!" James shouted, stepping protectively in front of Ghost, his eyes blazing with frustration.
For once in how many years he had been around, his rest was undisturbed. Void of dreams but undisturbed - which is all that he could ask for, considering how normally he was plagued with nightmares. Sure, he might have stirred a few times but never fully had woken up, only got more comfortable as he slept. All that he could feel was comfort, warmth and.. wet? Huh? Brows were found furrowed as his mind realized that something wasn't normal. Eyelids barely parted as he was pulled from the depths of his slumber, his ears soon becoming filled with the soft sound of Alpine's purr - who was more than happy to continue grooming Ghost's face now that he was awake. Somewhat. One hand was raised to shield his eyes as he shifted, laying on his back as eyelids fell shut once more.
To think that he had been so happy to finally sleep, only for him to get pulled out of it.. What time was it, even? Not only that, now that he was beginning to be more aware, something felt.. odd. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he slowly pushed himself up with one arm, the other carefully holding the white furred feline close so she wouldn't tumble off the couch. Pale blue eyes took a moment to look down - Blanket and.. Huh. Clothes? His head barely raised up as he glanced to his surroundings, soon spotting a clock on the wall -- thankfully this one was a digital clock that made no noise. Still rather unsettling, though.
Confusion did begin to settle, though, upon seeing what time it was. Evening..? How long did he sleep?
"James..?" The name fell out of his mouth without much of a thought given to it as Ghost resumed looking around the room. No sign of the other. Eyes fell back down toward Alpine before he pushed the blanket off of him so he could get up, feet hitting the cold floor but it didn't seem to bother him. The soldier would then make his way toward the door despite the small limp in one leg, stopping once he was but a couple steps away. He could hear voices, on the other side, muffled but he was able to tell that one belonged to James - the other, he struggled to place it. As for what was said, he couldn't make any sense of it. If James was out there, then it just meant that he would come back here soon, right?
His eyes fell back to Alpine, who slowly blinked at him, her purring getting louder as Ghost's free hand gently scratched her head. At least she was there to give him some company.
Wandering back over to the couch, he then laid back down, pulling the blanket back over him before getting comfortable again. And of course, Alpine wasted no time going back to licking Ghost's face, knowing that he felt a little off, doing her best to soothe his mind. She would easily do that, as he found himself closing his eyes once more, the purring in his ears doing some heavy lifting when it came to chasing away what worries dared to show their faces within Ghost's mind. The soldier found himself this time trying to fight off the urge to go back to sleep, instead trying to focus on listening for any noise that would indicate anything - but mostly if the door opened.
And when it did, he immediately looked over, pale blues making eye contact with James' ocean blues for just a split second before they were cast to the floor, awkward.
James had been outside, locked in a tense conversation with Steve and Fury about their intentions regarding Ghost. Fury and Steve wanted to interrogate Ghost about his connection to Hydra, potentially keeping him captive for longer than James was comfortable with. James argued passionately with Steve, insisting that Ghost needed time to recover and shouldn't be subjected to intense questioning. This is especially true given his current fragile state. "You, of all people, should know how damaging that can be." James pointed out, his voice tinged with frustration. Steve paused. The weight of James' words hit him hard.
He remembered James' broken and vulnerable times, and how he fought to regain his sense of self. Steve then told James. "I understand your concern, but we can't ignore the people Ghost has killed or the information he might possess." He sighed deeply, his expression softening as he added, "We owe it to those victims to get answers, and to prevent any future harm. But I promise we'll handle this with care." James looked at Steve, searching for any hint of compromise in his eyes, but before he could respond, Fury interjected. "Look." Fury said, his tone firm yet understanding. "We are not monsters here. We'll ensure that Ghost gets the care he needs, but we have a responsibility to protect lives." James understood their reasoning, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease about keeping Ghost captive.
He wished they could provide him with some basic comforts, like a proper meal and a change of clothes. It seemed like a small gesture, but to James, it was a matter of preserving Ghost's dignity amid the chaos. "Fury, you've barely stepped into the room to see Ghost since he arrived." James pointed out, his voice edged with accusation. "How can you be sure we're doing everything we can for him when you haven't even seen his condition firsthand?" Fury met James' gaze, his voice steady but with an undeniable edge.
"I may not have been in the room.." He replied. "But I've been getting regular updates from the medical team and security. I've ensured that he's in stable condition and that his basic needs are being met." Fury paused, his expression softening slightly. "Updates aren't the same as being there, Fury." James snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I was the first to make any real progress with Ghost because I saw him as more than just a threat."
That connection might be the key to getting the answers we need without breaking him further." Fury's eyes narrowed, and his voice hardened. "And given your history with Hydra, James, you of all people should understand the need for caution." He retorted. "We can't afford to let our guard down, not even for a moment." Fury sighed, responsibility evident in his voice. "James, we don't fully understand Hydra's actions towards Ghost." He continued, his tone frustrated and concerned. "We have to be cautious, not just for our safety, but for his good too. I know I came off as harsh, but it's because I can't let personal feelings jeopardize our mission or his recovery." James clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. Just as the tension in the room reached its peak, Steve stepped in, placing a calming hand on James' shoulder.
"Look, we all want what's best for Ghost," Steve said, his voice a soothing balm to the heated exchange. "Let's find a way to ensure his well-being without compromising our security. We're all on the same side here." James let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You say we're on the same side, but it doesn't feel that way when Ghost is treated like an afterthought." He replied. "I understand he's a Hydra weapon, but we can't forget he was being controlled. He's more than just a threat, and we need to start seeing him as a person if we're going to help him." With a sigh, Steve watched as James turned on his heels and headed back inside the room, leaving the hallway.
"He's got a point." Steve murmured to Fury, who nodded slowly, understanding James' words. As James returned to Ghost's room, he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that lingered. Ghost had nobody else advocating for him, and it pained James that even Steve, who had always championed the underdog, seemed hesitant. Fury's lack of understanding only deepened his frustration, as James knew all too well the importance of compassion in breaking through the walls that Ghost had built around himself.
James entered the room again, his gaze softening as he spotted Alpine curled up next to Ghost. James closed the door behind him, making no sound, and walked over to Ghost and Alpine. He sat down gently beside them, careful not to disturb the peaceful scene. "Hey..." He said softly. "Do you need to rest a bit more, or are you hungry?" James asked softly as he pushed some of Ghost's hair out of his face. "Or do you want a bath? Or we could just sit here... whatever you need." James didn't want to pressure him. He just wanted to reassure him and let him know he was here.
“... I already talked to him and it went poorly.”
#you're covered in blood?! like some kind of s*ut?!

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He was too tired to fight back against being picked up, instead allowing James to do so, his embrace a comfort that he hadn't had in so long that he found himself closing his eyes, focusing on that small, warm feeling, allowing his body to relax a little more, the tension that had been holding onto his body fading away further. His eyelids reopened when the other spoke once more, ice blue eyes staring up at him for a moment, carefully avoiding eyes contact before he shifted, sitting up slightly but he soon laid back down. Exhaustion held firmly to his limbs as he didn't seem to have much of a reaction to James' words.
The soldier was aware that he should change into something more comfortable, he knew he should, but did he have to? No, he felt like he was fine with what he currently had on. Ghost only shook his head instead, curling up even more on the couch, once against bringing his arm to cover his face, shielding it from the room's light now that it was beginning to annoy him. A soft incoherent mumble left his throat as Ghost moved, allowing the grasp of sleep to slowly take over him. He could still hear the other's voice, though it had become more muffled the more seconds went on, brows furrowing as he was once again bothered.
No, he didn't want to move anymore, not for a long while, he wanted some peace of mind, and drifting to sleep to chase away the exhaustion he felt was the only way that it could happen. All he could hope was that James wouldn't be too mad about it - he knew he cared, but in the moment, he just couldn't stay awake anymore, he couldn't find the energy to do anything else for who knew how long. After all, with sleep, came nightmares ready to torment him at any given moment.
“Mmn. <<Sleep..>>” The soldier muttered in answer, burying his face against the couch as he finally allowed his mind to block out the world, drifting to sleep easily - far too easily.
"I'm going Alpine..." James said softly, unaware that Ghost was already slipping into a slumber. He casually handed Alpine her treat, patting her head before turning his attention back to Ghost. It was only when he approached the couch and noticed Ghost's steady breathing and relaxed posture that he realized he had drifted off, a small smile tugging at his lips. James gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Ghost's face, unable to help but think about how peaceful he looked when he was sleeping. It was a rare sight, seeing him so at ease, without Hydra pressing down on his shoulders.
"You look like you finally found some rest." James whispered softly, hoping his presence would comfort Ghost's restless dreams. James looked at him, noticing he wore an ill-fitting outfit. It was clear that Hydra hadn't dressed Ghost properly, treating him as a tool rather than a person. James hated Hydra even more. They saw Ghost only as a weapon, a capable soldier, and disregarded his humanity entirely.
James didn't really want to disturb him, but he knew he had to. As he removed Ghost's combat boots, he was careful not to wake him. As he pulled off the first boot, he noted with anger that Hydra hadn't even given Ghost socks. James saw the cuts, blisters, and bruises along with small scars that had marred Ghost's feet. His heart ached at the sight, knowing the pain and neglect Ghost had endured at Hydra's command. As James finished removing the boots, he turned his attention to Ghost's shirt, carefully unbuttoning it with gentle fingers. He lifted Ghost slightly, murmuring his apologies soothingly. "I'm sorry Ghost, I'm just trying to make you more comfortable."
As he slipped the ill-fitting garment off. James' heart sank as he noticed how thin Ghost had become. His ribs were visible under his skin. The sight filled him with quiet rage, knowing Hydra's cruelty and indifference were to blame. Each scar and bruise told a story about Ghost's pain.With the same tenderness, he replaced the ill-fitting garment with a soft, clean shirt he had brought from home for Ghost. James then undid Ghost's pants, moving gently as he realized Ghost wasn't wearing any undergarments. James sighed, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.
Hydra really were heartless bastards. With quick ease, James dresses Ghost in soft sweatpants, ensuring he lay back comfortably on the couch. He draped a warm blanket over Ghost, keeping him snug and secure. As he stepped back, Alpine, the white cat, leapt up and settled beside Ghost, purring softly. "Take good care of him, Alpine," James whispered, giving the cat a gentle pat. The little feline acknowledged with a lazy yawn, nestling closer to Ghost and tucking her face into the crook of his neck. Assured that Alpine would keep Ghost company, James quietly headed to the kitchen to prepare a warm meal, hoping to offer Ghost some comfort and nourishment after all he'd been through.
James washed his hands, trying to focus on the task at hand, but his mind was racing with thoughts of how he could help Ghost heal. The shock of finding Ghost alive and in such a state still lingered, igniting his desire to do whatever it took to aid his recovery. As he chopped vegetables and stirred the simmering soup, he planned his next steps, knowing that Ghost needed more than just physical care to retrieve his life from Hydra's shadow.
I DON'T WANNA BE INCOMPLETE, I REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID TO ME, I DON'T HAVE TO FIGHT ALONE.
BREAKIN' ALL MY BONES, TRYIN' TO HOLD YOU CLOSE, CUT MY HEART RIGHT OUT OF MY BODY.
i am going to suck you off! *puts in plastic vampire teeth and gives you the worst blowjob imaginable*
SOMEONE COME CRACK MY CODE, 'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW, HOW TO FIGURE ME OUT.
CAN YOU HEAR ME THROUGH THE WHITE NOISE, FRIEND?

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WHY IS EVERYTHING SO HEAVY?
YOU WERE MY CONSCIENCE, SO SOLID, NOW YOU'RE LIKE WATER, AND WE STARTED DROWNING.
I've done unspeakable things. I hope it's not too late to set them right.