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garbage all the way down ([personal profile] trashmod) wrote in [community profile] hydratrashmeme2014-05-30 05:23 pm

Trash Party Dumpster #1

(Will be continued in a Dumpster #2 post if by some unholy hell-miracle this post hits the 5000-comment limit.)

Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.

AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own risk of becoming one of us.

Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, etc. are off-topic.

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Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Round 1 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 2.

Steve/everyone, elevator take 2

(Anonymous) 2014-05-30 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve says "Before we get started, does anyone want to get off?" instead of "get out" and the elevator scene ends in a gangbang.

Steve/Bucky 5+1

(Anonymous) 2014-05-31 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, Jesus, Steve, all the blood on my hands, sometimes it's a relief to remember things I can laugh at and feel better, not worse."

Five times Bucky horrified Steve by making light of his sordid past as a HYDRA party favor and how it was fucking with their sex life, and one time it just wasn't funny.


(Anonymous) 2014-05-31 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Clearing out my AO3 bookmarks awwwwyeah.

Rumlow/Winter Soldier

Open Up ( - allofthefandoms - "God, look at you. Bet you'd do anything I asked."

Hydra Party Favor ( - DekuDani - THE ORIGINAL. "Inspired by stereowire and her amazing anons during HYDRA PARTY TRASH PARTY 2014. I tried to reference as many kinks as possible to create all of the sad, sick, trash boners anyone could ask for."

Like Clockwork ( - marchingjaybird - The mission is complete and the Soldier is rewarded.

(darling you are) so cold to the touch ( - poisonandkerosene - Written for this prompt at capkink: "Give me the fic where Rumlow is the new appointed guy to handle the Winter Soldier awakening and to get him back in shape after the freezing. Clearly Rumlow takes advantage of his role to do, a-HEM, other things. What a waste of a perfect face and body would that be otherwise (he's not going to remember half of it anyway later)."

Parasite ( - oscillos - Rumlow is the only thing that makes sense in his darkness. Pre-CA:WS (kind of).

Your Slaughterhouse, Your Killing Floor, Your Morgue ( - likeasugarcube - The soldier does not want. He has no desires of his own. He exists only to carry out the will of his handlers. The only feeling allowed to him is pain.

Pierce/Winter Soldier

Personal Gratification ( - redcandle17 - What’s the point of power if you can’t abuse it once in a while?

Worthless Smiles Got You For Sure ( - Lady_Oscar - Alexander Pierce and The Winter Soldier have a routine.

Who You Were Then/Who You Are Now ( - th_esaurus - Let us take what James Barnes remembers as fact.


Wash This From My Hands ( - nevtelenwriting - Steve, Sam, and Bucky are hunting down what is left of Hydra operations, half fueled by justice and vengeance, and the gnawing need to keep Bucky safe. They fall in over their heads.

Toy ( - TwinKats - He asked, “Do you want to see the exact control we have over it?” and watched as Rogers swallowed. “I could give it the order to finish you now, and it wouldn’t hesitate.” The asset tensed, as if waiting for that very command. Rumlow couldn’t exactly see it’s eyes, not from the way the asset’s head was lowered and its hands folded into its lap, but he expected just the slightest bit of defiance considering it couldn’t complete it’s mission.


Going Down ( - justanotherStonyfan - Steve gets more out of fighting with people who like to fight than he does out of jerking off in the shower. And then later, when Rumlow gets the upper hand in the elevator, Steve learns just what kind of mistake he's made.

For the Trees ( - justanotherStonyfan - Brock's been highly trained but there's one job he likes more than the others - being so close to Rogers that Rogers doesn't even see him. PWP.

And I'll Show You Somehow ( - tenlittlebullets - Okay, so Steve's kind of distracted by the revelation that his dead best friend is now a brainwashed Russian assassin. Rumlow sure does know how to pick his moments. But that doesn't mean Steve Rogers is suddenly going to start being impressed by bullies.

Five Times Steve Should Have Noticed What Brock Was Really Saying (and one time Brock had nothing to say) ( - storiesfortravellers - For this prompt at avengerkink: Steve/Rumlow, Steve really did have feelings for him. (...and maybe Rumlow did too.) Basically I want something where he and Rumlow had a thing where Steve was actually really into Rumlow and cared about him so maybe failed to notice some things. Maybe Rumlow got a little too rough in bed sometimes, or got a little too into the dirty talk(calling his "little whore" or something) or generally makes obnoxious comments about him sometimes, but Steve didn't really have an issue with it. He likes that Rumlow doesn't treat him like he's made of glass, he likes that he doesn't act like he's a blushing virgin. And maybe Rumlow has grown a little fond of Steve too, in his own fucked-up way.

Re: Steve/Bucky 5+1

(Anonymous) 2014-05-31 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
can the +1 involve a time someone else was also an unwilling participant

am i going to hell for wanting that

why is the thought of the winter soldier being ordered to hold somebody down and rape them, and just blankly doing it, so unspeakably fucking hot

why is it even betterworse when you imagine bucky's face when he gets that memory back

*burrows further down into trash heap* god don't look at me

(Anonymous) 2014-06-02 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
hydra has a whole file of incident reports re: misappropriation of winter soldier for sexual use

and of course that's just the poor s.o.b.'s who got the bright idea one day and didn't clear it with the top brass

most of the time they're just annoyed about it because the technicians complain about having to clean unexpected lube off the metal hand, but at least one nefarious international incident almost didn't happen because their super-assassin was off sucking dick somewhere instead of in cryo when they went to thaw him out

party favour bucky passed around world leaders

(Anonymous) 2014-06-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Hydra (or the Soviets) sends Bucky out to cement shady treaties and business deals.

Some of this cement involves his dick.

(please no actual cement on his dick this is a post requesting bucky having sex with world leaders)

Re: party favour bucky passed around world leaders

(Anonymous) 2014-06-02 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
I'm on this.

(Anonymous) 2014-06-02 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
oh my god what a great prompt

Re: Steve/everyone, elevator take 2

(Anonymous) 2014-06-02 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Before we get started," Steve says, "does anyone want to get off?"

There's maybe two seconds of silence as they realize the game is up and brace themselves to start punching. Or so he thinks. Then one of the men in business suits says, "You know, I might just have to take you up on that."

By the time Steve figures out why the guy's laughing instead of crapping his pants, they've already slapped the magnetic handcuffs on his wrists and Rollins is doing his damndest to knock his feet out from under him. He recovers from his moment of hesitation and punches hard, but he's wrong-footed and hampered by the cuffs' magnetic pull. And the worst part is, he can't even blame that colossal boner on the vagaries of twenty-first century slang. He's got an anecdote dating right back to the forties that made the Howling Commandos laugh themselves sick at the time, involving a captured Focke-Wulf bomber and the sentence "don't blow your load before the rest of us get off." You'd think he would've remembered after that.


Sorry, did he say that was the worst part? No, the worst part is that these clowns don't know when to let go of a joke. He doesn't know what their exact orders are for this little ambush--kill him or capture him for Pierce to play more games with him, probably--but he's pretty sure that whatever those orders are, they aren't being served by pinning him facedown, mag-cuffed hand and foot to the elevator floor, and chortling about sodomy like a bunch of schoolkids who just found out why Uncle Allen's been living with his roommate for the past thirty years. All it took was one of the suits--currently unconscious in the corner, because it's not like Steve was going down without a fight--saying "Hey, none of you are going to say no when Captain America makes you an offer you can't refuse, are you?" and now one of the guys pinning him seems to be humping his leg just to annoy him and the ones who aren't busy hitting him are joking about some porno called Captain Twink and the Backdoor Commandos that Steve's really glad he's never seen.

One of them, egged on by a guy who's still gasping on the floor from a fall that broke his ankle and a few ribs, starts cutting Steve's combat suit off with a knife, and that's a little more worrying. Not only is it an awfully long way to carry a joke that wasn't even funny in the first place, Steve can't take nearly as much damage from the stun batons without the thick layers of padding. He's about to tell them to cut the crap, stop embarrassing themselves, and do the job they were sent in to do--but then some bastard decides to shove his finger where the sun don't shine, and Steve realizes this is even less funny than he'd thought.


Rumlow--Rumlow!--calls first dibs. Whatever qualms Steve may have had about the teams and missions SHIELD had saddled him with, however willing Rumlow might've been to turn around and attack him on orders from higher up, he would not have pegged Rumlow as the type to volunteer for a sick stunt like this. Let alone to do it by responding to Steve's quiet, serious "Rumlow, don't do this. Don't get involved in this mess" with "I worked closest with him, I'm going first. Before he's too dripping with jizz to feel a goddamn thing around your dick."

Rumlow ignores the glare of contemptuous disbelief Steve fixes on him as he unzips his fly. "Sorry, Cap," he says, getting into position behind him, "but this is gonna hurt."

Steve grunts, unwilling to show any signs of fear or intimidation, even if he might be screaming a little inside. "More straightforward than the alternative," he mutters.

"Yeah, I know," Rumlow smirks. "I'll be expecting a thank-you card on your best stationery." And Steve has to close his eyes and press his face into the floor for a second, because it's exactly the same as their usual line of banter, except what Rumlow's being sardonic about is the idea that Steve should somehow be grateful to him for making it hurt instead of trying to make Steve enjoy being--

It hurts. As promised, it hurts like hell. Rumlow forces it in dry with almost no warning, and whatever Steve might've imagined it would feel like to be fucked, this just feels like he's being ripped apart. Which is a feeling he could deal with, if he could avoid thinking about literally any other aspect of what's going on.

Which means, in reality, there is no way on earth he can deal with this.


Whatever internal damage Rumlow caused turns out to be the gift that keeps on giving, because even though the next two guys go slow and paw ineffectually at Steve's junk, it still hurts too much for them to get anything but bitter, ragged laughter out of him. They can't be on much of a time limit, because they're going one by one taking turns, drawing out the ordeal as long as possible. Steve would almost rather be piled on en masse than have nothing to distract him but the sight of ten guys palming themselves through their trousers and arguing over who'll get him next.

At one point they get the bright idea of going two at once, one at each end. That lasts all of a minute before Steve almost bites off the first cock to get shoved in his mouth. The kick to the face he gets in retaliation knocks a tooth loose, but it's worth it just for the inhuman shriek he elicited and the sobs now emanating steadily from one corner of the elevator.


Steve never thought he'd have cause to regret the super-healing, but round four barely hurts at all and now his fifth assailant is pounding steadily at an angle that... doesn't feel good, exactly, but gets him half-hard and dripping with pre-come, to a round of gleeful jeering and catcalling when the others notice. It really isn't pleasure, just pressure against some unidentifiable internal organ (pressure from the inside, and doesn't that just make him want to retch all over the floor) that's having some unwelcome visible side effects and making him feel like he's got to pee. He hasn't been this aware of his body as a slab of meat since his last bout with pneumonia before the serum.

Rollins is on deck and looks scared shitless. Keeps darting glances at the guy in the corner whose dick almost got bitten off. Three or four of the others shove him forward, laughing and hissing encouragement in his ear, and he visibly steels himself before lunging in to try to stroke Steve to full hardness. The bastards want to make him come while he's being held down and gang-raped on the floor, and the prospect is enough to make him shudder--but luckily for him, and unluckily for Rollins and whoever's pounding away back there, he's finally shifted his weight and maneuvered his knees and elbows into a position where he can put the strength of the magnetic cuffs to a serious test. He briefly manages to wrench one of his ankles free, feels it being pulled back to the floor too hard for him to keep it up, and just manages to cross his leg over the leg of the guy behind him before it slams back to the floor. There's a crack and a reedy scream as the man's leg breaks. Rollins swears and starts babbling--"Fuck, Rogers, don't kill me, I didn't want in on this, I was just going to help take you into custody, c'mon, you saw, they were making me--" and doesn't shut up until Steve spits, "Well, then you can tell them it wasn't your fault because I overpowered you," yanks one of his wrists off the floor with a groan, and clocks him around the head with the metal cuff. He goes down like a load of bricks.

Then it comes down to a fight between Steve Rogers' one available fist and the two or three guys who aren't either incapacitated or too fucked-out to contribute much. It's a fair enough fight that it takes Steve a few minutes to go down, and when he does there's only one attacker left in any kind of state to take revenge on him. This time, he doesn't have to worry about anyone trying to make him feel good.


In the control room, Jasper Sitwell stares open-mouthed at the security footage. "You have got to be kidding me. Get some reinforcements in there, pronto."


The reinforcements don't even comment on the situation in the elevator, half of whose occupants are out cold or nursing grievous bodily harm. The other half, exhausted, most of them with their pants still open, look more than happy to leave other people with the task of keeping Captain America restrained, except for Rumlow who elects to come with them. Steve is put in heavy-duty cuffs and escorted at gunpoint to the holding cells in the fifth sub-basement that aren't officially supposed to exist.

Alexander Pierce is waiting for him in an antechamber separated from the cell by foot-thick glass. He looks Steve up and down--bruised, half-naked, his suit in tatters, covered in blood that's only half his own, semen from half a dozen different men starting to trickle down the backs of his thighs--and flicks a piece of lint off his own impeccable suit. "Captain Rogers," he says. "I was told that the team assigned to take you into custody got a little carried away when you resisted, but not to what extent. I'm impressed."

Steve stares him down. "If you were hoping you could still persuade me to give you information about Fury, you just blew whatever chance you had left."

"I figured." Pierce sighs. "Persuasion was always a weak tool in the first place, but still. It's a pity to have to move on to messier methods." He beckons Rumlow into the room; Rumlow hands him the Captain America shield, and Pierce leans in to murmur in his ear. "Bring the asset down. Tell him we need him to conduct an interrogation."

Steve/Winter Soldier fighting to fucking on the helicarrier

(Anonymous) 2014-06-03 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Both of them get a little excited during all that grappling and grabbing, and they end up frantically grinding on each other... while the Winter Soldier is still doing his best to kill Steve.

Alexander Pierce/Bucky[Winter Soldier], noncon and torture

(Anonymous) 2014-06-03 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Bringing this over from my prompt at capkink:

Bucky while tightly bound is being fucked mercilessly by a fucking machine ( as Pierce watches and plots whatever else he'd like to do to his asset before wiping his memories once more.

Give me all the dirtybadwrong for this pairing

Rumlow/many, 'order through pain' was a lesson hard learned, gang rape

(Anonymous) 2014-06-03 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it happens under the pretense of being a training exercise in 'what to expect when captured by the enemy', maybe it's punishment - either way, (a maybe younger?) Rumlow gets abused by a bunch of fellow Hydra agents.

Bladder Desperation

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Literally. Anything involving this. All the squirming and shame and whimpering. And humiliation.

Any setting and any combination of Pierce, Rumlow, Rollins, and Bucky. I like it all.

Maybe they're on a mission and they know if they command the asset to keep drinking past what's comfortable, he'll do it? Maybe he just never realizes his own physical needs until it's too late? Pierce gets off on not letting the asset have relief until the wipe forces it from him? DO NOT CARE.

Whether there is actually wetting or not is up to you, it's the desperation and eventual relief I'm after.

*lounges in the dumpster*

Re: Rumlow/many, 'order through pain' was a lesson hard learned, gang rape

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
*heavy breathing*

Re: Alexander Pierce/Bucky[Winter Soldier], noncon and torture

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Are you looking for violence? Or like... forced orgasm/multiple orgasms to the point of pain?

Re: Steve/everyone, elevator take 2

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to read the rest in a sec but

colossal boner


Re: Steve/everyone, elevator take 2

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
:D :D :D I was hoping someone would notice!

Re: Alexander Pierce/Bucky[Winter Soldier], noncon and torture

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
A bit of both I suppose? Anything with this pairing! (:

Alexander Pierce/Winter Soldier, diplomatic trash party

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Winter Soldier giving Pierce a blowjob under the the conference table during a diplomatic negotiation while everyone tries to act normal. Pierce is of course business as usual. Maybe they pass the Winter Soldier around the room during the negotiation. Pierce is really strategic about it and uses the asset as a distraction to get what he wants.

Taking Care of Toys...

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, the Winter Soldier is a tool, a toy to play with when he's out of cryo and hasn't yet been deployed on a mission. And of course, Rumlow likes to rough him up, and fuck him, and maybe let the rest of his strike team have a little fun with him.

But at the end of the day, Rumlow takes care of his things.

So. Give me something where Rumlow uses the Winter Soldier/lets others hurt him and fuck him. But after everyone is done, Rumlow takes him away, and washes away the blood and gives him clothes to wear and food to eat, and reassures him that he did a great job.

And because Rumlow's the only one who's ever treated him nicely, the Winter Soldier will be good and do whatever Rumlow wants, because he craves the small affections and treats Rumlow allows him when he's done a good job.

[How did I manage to make this prompt both noncon and hurt/comfort, wow, I really do belong in the trash.]

Re: Steve/everyone, elevator take 2

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 07:28 am (UTC)(link)

Re: Steve/everyone, elevator take 2

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
:DDDD Thank you!

Re: Steve/Winter Soldier fighting to fucking on the helicarrier

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
mmmmmm yes i hope someone writes this

FILL: First As Tragedy, Then As Farce [1/6]

(Anonymous) 2014-06-04 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
As luck would have it, the very first thing that happens once they get their pants off is that Bucky sits Steve down on the edge of the bed and crouches between his legs.

Steve has to take a deep breath to calm his nerves, but he still manages to grin and raise an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"

Bucky bites the inside of his thigh, and Steve can't entirely restrain the way his body jerks in response. "Nah, I think you should've asked Erskine to make it bigger, if you've still got enough blood going to waste in your head to ask dumb questions. Of course I like what I see, you big lug."

"I should've guessed you'd be one for romantic pillow talk."

Bucky leans in and mouths wetly at the underside of Steve's erection. Steve lets his head fall back and exhales hard, and when he looks back down, the look on Bucky's face could definitely be qualified as a shit-eating grin. "Shut up and let me blow your mind, doll," Bucky says, and wraps his lips around Steve's cock.

Steve can't help but cry out. It feels so good it's almost torturous; the only way he can keep from outright writhing and thrashing is to bury his hands in Bucky's hair and hold on for dear life. Very quickly, his world narrows down to nothing but the searing slick heat of Bucky's mouth working around his cock. The tunnel vision is something he'll kick himself for later, because he doesn't even notice when things start to go wrong.

All he knows is at one point he opens his eyes and Bucky's almost catatonic. He's just sitting there, slack-jawed, letting Steve buck up into his mouth, and everything screeches to a halt because this is wrong. Steve's mind starts catching up with his gut instinct and it only gets worse, because he realizes that in his blind daze of pleasure he'd been thrusting deep enough to choke and Bucky didn't even react. His eyes are glassy, and there are tear tracks down his cheeks.

Steve jerks away like he's been burned. Immediately Bucky flinches as though he's expecting to be hit, his face still a mask of dull acceptance. When the blow never comes, he looks up in confusion, then his brow contracts like he's trying to figure it out, and from there, slowly, awareness dawns.

He flings himself down on the bed beside Steve, breathing hard. "What the goddamn everliving fuck was that," he gasps.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," says Steve shakily.

Bucky gulps down a few more deep breaths and scrubs at his eyes with both palms. "No, wait. Shit. Shit, it's coming back to me. Episodic memory. Right."


"Episodic memory. I don't always--remember things that've happened to me very well. 'Specially as the Winter Soldier, 'cause it's not like I want to remember most of that. Sometimes I get flashes. But it's mostly muscle memory."

"Bucky, what... what just happened?" says Steve, trying very hard to shove down his sick feeling of dread before it blossoms into full-fledged panic.

"Muscle memory taking over, I guess." Bucky's mouth twists. "No, I know. I've got it now. Sometimes I can find things when I go looking for them. And... you're not gonna like this, Stevie."

Steve just looks at him, not willing to say it. Because it could be anything. Really. The file Natasha gave him had been full of trigger phrases and kill switches. Ways Bucky had been conditioned to just go blank. It could be a total coincidence that one of them got set off right when they were finally in bed together. And he's not going to voice the other possibility unless Bucky brings it up.

Bucky shrugs, desperately trying to look nonchalant about it. "It's not that surprising. If you think about it." He swallows, looking a bit sick despite his valiant efforts not to. "You got a mindlessly obedient super-assassin lying around, what are you gonna do with him? People are people. Someone was bound to try it eventually."

"It doesn't seem like..." Steve's voice breaks and he has to start over. "It wasn't just one person trying it once. Was it."

Bucky wraps his arms around Steve, like Steve's the one who needs comforting, except he presses his face into Steve's shoulder like he wants it to get stuck there. "Nope," he says hollowly. "Definitely a habit kicking in. From what I can remember, seems like I was the life of all the office parties."

Steve hugs back, helplessly. "God, that's awful." There are so many other things he wants to say, I'm sorry and I'll kill whoever did this and You know none of this was your fault, but they stick in his throat and all he can do is keep his arms around Bucky like he's never going to let go.

"Just one of the many skills I can thank HYDRA for. I oughta put it on my resume. Why, yes, ma'am, I can speak seven languages, kill you twenty different ways without getting up from my seat, deep-throat like a pro, and do shorthand. When do you want me to start?"

"What the fuck, Bucky, it's not funny. What they did to you--"

"Yeah, I know it's not, that's why I'm joking about it." Bucky punches Steve in the shoulder and pulls back to flash him a slightly shaky grin, and if the tear tracks on his face are fresh ones Steve's definitely not going to mention them. "There you go, you almost sounded like your old punk self for a second there. Now stop looking at me like somebody just died, I think we've got some unfinished business to get back to." He puts a hand over Steve's mouth before he can even protest. "Nope, shut your mouth, don't even say it--I want to. One in the eye for HYDRA. Besides, I gotta figure out how to suck you off without conking out sooner or later, or nobody's ever gonna teach your sorry ass basic blowjob etiquette. Yanking my hair and fucking my throat—Steven Grant Rogers, for shame."

Steve actually, honest-to-god blushes, guilt and shame spreading hot over his skin. "Sorry. I—sorry." He glances up and sees Bucky roll his eyes. He's got one of his patented "oh don't give me that horseshit" expressions plastered across his face. So Steve takes a deep breath, gives Bucky an answering playful shove on the shoulder, and adds, "In my defense, it was pretty overwhelming."

His light tone is pathetically unconvincing, but then, Bucky's smug look doesn't entirely reach his eyes either. "Yeah, I'll bet. Told you I was going to blow your mind. Wasn't expecting to blow mine too while I was at it, but we can work around it, yeah?"

Steve isn't at all sure it's going to be that simple, but Bucky doesn't look like he's interested in having that conversation right now and Steve knows better than to try and talk him down from a fit of stubborn bravado. "Yeah," he says. "If you're up for it, we'll figure something out."

"I'm up for it all right," Bucky leers, and pokes Steve in the stomach with his slowly-returning hard-on. Steve groans and hits him with a pillow.