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Dumpster #2: ...'Cause a Hydra Trash Party don't stop

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I don't know why my brain farted this, but here goes.

Bucky and Steve get recaptured by Hydra,and Steve says something like "I'd give my right arm to keep him safe".

Hydra takes this literally.

Steve and Bucky get put in separate cells (but with a view on the other). Steve gets a blunt knife, and is told he needs to cut his own arm off with it and/or vice versa or else the other one will get raped/tortured.

Bonus if super serum makes cutting off difficult.

Extra bonus if some torture or rape (or both) goes on anyway.

Super duper bonus is Bucky is triggered by the whole concept of amputation.

Obviously I'm okay with blood and gore.

I do prefer them alive at the end.

(The blunt knives can't be used to kill hydra agents, not until the end at least. They'd have a way to disarm them again, like stun batons or whatever)

I don't know if this fits exactly into the trash can, and if not I apologise.

I would like to see Bucky masturbating for the first time after escaping HYDRA and dealing with flashbacks of his 'training' time with Rumlow/Rollins/Pierce/whoever.

How ever he deals with this, and if it makes him stop or carry on, is up to the author.

This is a bit shorter than normal - but I wanted to keep in the habit of once a day posting. There will be a direct continuation of this part tomorrow night.

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After a bit of debate, they elect Sam to go tell Steve. Two warring cartels in South America are trying to negotiate a cease fire and they've demanded Iron Man and Cap to act as their mediators.

Privately, Sam thinks this is a terrible idea. Cap is stubborn as a mule and Tony is Tony. Plus the overhanging fear that this is a trap, that this is bad. But he's not the one making the calls.

Steve's in the therapy room, Bucky on his back on the long padded table, a weighted belt over his hips to keep him from rolling off. The room is bright and the walls are bright with artwork, soft music piping over the speakers and candles smelling of cranberries and almonds.

Bucky is sweating a little, a light sheen across his forehead and his eyes are half closed, drifting off to the side. His mouth closes and then opens, like a word he never manages to start. Steve’s dressed him in a light tshirt and thin pants, loose but not too baggy on his fading frame. Steve’s moving slowly, gently flexing and pressing each muscle and joint in turn.

When they had first come here after Bucky had come back, Steve had spent hours watching youtubes on massages and stretches. Tony had brought in a highly qualified physical therapist and masseuse. Steve had let them both stay long enough that he learned the steps and the techniques, and then he had quietly but firmly asked them to leave, that their services were no long required.

Sam isn't sure what quite went on. But he knows the physical therapy can sometimes be painful for people in Bucky's condition. He can imagine Steve didn’t react well to someone else causing Bucky pain.

Now, Bucky is grunting just a little. Not purposefully, really, just soft, rough noises when Steve moves back his leg into his chest. His head flops and bounces with the movements, no balance or tension of his own to keep it still.

When Sam starts explaining the situation, Steve doesn't pause, doesn't even hitch. He finishes with Bucky's left leg and moves into his right leg.

Push. Pull. Stroke down the muscle. Flex the foot. Bucky whines, high in his mouth, and Steve turns his firm movements even more tender, running his fingers up one calf until Bucky's face relaxes.

Sam knows that, according to the doctors, it's unlikely that Bucky is reacting to anything that Steve is doing. These are just random noises and facial movements from a wrecked psyche, impulses with no beginning and no end. But he doesn't blame Steve for always trying, for gentling around them like they could be something real.

"Sam. I can't leave him for that long," Steve's voice cracks a little. "He gets upset when I'm not there for awhile. I can't. I can't be gone for a week."

Bucky hums and smacks his lips, one hand flopping against the table, and Sam does not say what he’s thinking.

Steve grabs a water bottle from the floor, fitted with a squeeze top. He sits on the table, slides himself under Bucky and gets the other man propped up against his chest.

Bucky's head droops to the side without support, rolling to rest near Steve's clavicle. Drool strings out, puddling on Steve's tshirt.

Steve uses one hand to gently straighten Bucky's head, hold it upright while Bucky gazes vacantly up at the ceiling. With the other hand, he nudges the edge of the squeeze top against Bucky's lower lip, dripping water in delicately.

For a moment, Bucky does nothing and then he swallows, convulsively like it was a reflex more than a conscious decision. Then another. Then another. Four swallows and Steve close the bottle and sets it aside. He stays where he is though, face turned down so he's looking just at Bucky, so his entire world is Bucky. He uses the hem of his tshirt to blot at where water dribbled out of Bucky's mouth.

Sam watches them. The slackness of Bucky's face and limbs, the vacancy of his eyes, compared to the coiled strength and roiling emotion that is in Steve's every line. Steve's face is tender and gentle and almost awed - Bucky's face does not change, his arm does not move to return Steve's touches. He remains empty and inert and Steve holds him close.

"I can't, Sam," Steve says and Sam can see how it pains him to shirk his duty. "I just. I can't.” He leans down and puts his face in Bucky’s hair, breathes in.

Sam nods and slips away.

The next morning, when he's headed to the plane that will take them to South America and he's wondering how he's going to explain that Cap won't come, he finds Steve on the tarmac.

Bucky is on a gurney next to him, asleep, thick blankets pulled up to his neck and seatbelts securing him in place.

"Stark suggested Bucky could just come," Steve explains as they board. He sits next to the gurney, one hand on Bucky's foot. "We're bringing a couple of the nurses and all his stuff. Tony had people go ahead and get rooms ready for him. It'll be good for Bucky to see another place. He had to be getting pretty bored just staying up here."

There's an IV drip in Bucky's arm, an oxygen mask on his face, and suction in case he aspirates. There's a nurse checking and rechecking a large cabinet of supplies. There's positioning pillows and the large soft headphones that Bucky wears for music therapy and extra blankets and clothes and incontinence supplies.

It's one of the saddest things Sam has ever seen.

Steve reads the briefing papers on the incident, one hand gently rubbing on Bucky's chest. Now and then, he'll read a sentence out loud and look to Barnes like he wants an opinion or a snarky comment, even those Bucky never opens his eyes.

Tony drifts on the edges, flitting over to talk at Bucky and then withdrawing like the whole situation physically pains him.

Bucky stays asleep the whole flight. Steve smiles sadly when Sam asks.

"Buck never liked flying back in the war. I didn't want this to scare him."

At the house where they will be staying, Steve oversees Bucky getting settled into a hospital bed and cleaned up and changed after hours on the plane. The equipment is a little more basic than bare than at HQ but Steve seems satisfied.

Sam brings his dinner up and eats with Steve as they wait for Bucky to wake up.

Steve picks at his food - only really eats when Sam directly prompts.

Bucky wakes up like he always does now. Nothing really to delineate consciousness from unconsciousness. His eyes drift open and then sideways. Sam watches. They don't settle on Steve at first, skimming over him like everything else. But when Steve leans closer and says his name, Sam thinks that Bucky's eyes move a little more in his direction. He sighs and then makes his humming sound, low in the back of his throat.

"Hey, bud. We're in a new place for awhile. Sorry I didn't tell you before. Didn't want to stress you out. But it won't be long and I swear you'll be comfortable here." Steve rests his hand on Bucky's forehead, smoothes the hair back a little. "Okay, let's get you upright for some dinner. Got some chocolate protein shake for you."

Sam helps hold Bucky's head and shoulders steady while Steve uses a little air motor to slowly raise the head.

"Watch his face and let me know if his lips tighten or his forehead wrinkles. Sometimes coming upright can make him a little sick. Plus with the plane..." Steve pauses when the bed is half upright, clearly wanting to check for himself. "You doing okay?" he bends down to ask. His hands gently press around Bucky's stomach before rubbing gently. "You don't feel tense. I think you're okay."

"Uhh-ee,” Bucky says, the last part coming out as a sigh. His head rolls to the side and, while Steve stares down, carefully still feeling his stomach, Sam sees Bucky’s eyes focus for a second, right on Steve. They drift away a second later, but Sam feels a weird lump rise up in his throat.

Even if he makes a full recovery, at this rate my heart will be trampled into tiny, useless smithereens by the time we get there. Fantastic as always, nonnie.

Anon, this is so NOT my kink - yet you manage to write it in a way that breaks and warms my heart, and I want to keep reading. Bravo. I admire your posting frequency!

JFC This is exactly my kink hnnnnng I love this prompt, fill soon to follow

Rtyi? http://hydratrashmeme.dreamwidth.org/1504.html?thread=2308576#cmt2308576

Sounds just like my kind of thing.

When Steve and Bucky finally do reunite, Bucky has gotten hit by the whump stick so hard it broke, then they went to the back to get another. Metal arm torn off, broken bones, dislocations, burns, starvation/exposure, whatever your sad little garbage heart desires. Bucky needs a lot of attention and at first he's really not happy about it. Extra points if he needs help eating and bathing, at least at the start, so he's really helpless.

But Bucky finds he really, really likes Steve taking care of him. It's a huge contrast from the way he was used to being treated, and Steve is very affectionate and keeps reassuring Bucky that he's safe. Maybe there's a comforting aspect to knowing that he can't hurt Steve if his programming is triggered. And Steve is clearly happy, even tells Bucky that he's happy, to repay him for all the times Bucky took care of him in the past.

So Bucky is not at all eager to get better, and sneakily sabotages or denies his own recovery so he can get more attention from Steve. Steve would of course be oblivious, and probably unintentionally enabling, because of Bucky's initial reluctance.

Extra bonus if Natasha and/or Sam realize what's going on, but are not sure if they should call him out on it. Maybe they argue about it.

I love this!

Hey OP, I'm currently working on a till for this prompt and I was wondering how you felt about slut shaming in the form of verbal humiliation and Steve's hole being called things like cunt and pussy because I know that's not everyone's cup of tea and I really love this prompt so so much (it's everything I want out of Steve being gangbanged tbh) and i, uh, enjoyed this prompt a lot so I wanted to make sure the fill was something you'd also, uh, enjoy.

POOR BUCKY. What an awkward, painful encounter, and with no way to explain!

Oh God, Bucky makes sure Steve has people to look after him before he kills himself. :( I'm not ready for where this is going but at the same time I am really looking forward to it. It already hurts...

YOU HAVE MURDERED ME.

Aw Bucky no. His mindset is so screwed up; I can't wait to see the fallout with Steve.

THIS

please please please

All trash aside, I think we have to write a ton of spiked dick fic just to make sure spiked dick fic becomes a Thing. Anyone else going to join the campaign?

I'm no writer, but I will enthusiastically chearlead this campaign.

May I cast a trashballot for Bucky have intermittent ups and downs? Like sometimes he seems noticeably more aware, makes eye contact with people who aren't Steve, moves his hands more purposefully; and Steve is just elated, can't stop praising and encouraging him and telling absolutely everybody. And then it fades away again, and Steve has to pretend like that's fine, don't worry about it, Buck, we'll try again when you're feeling up to it (but of course is sobbing into a pillow late at night).

And sometimes things get bad - you mentioned Bucky having a "rough night" and made a comment about Steve having nightmares of him screaming - maybe sometimes when Bucky is expressing more emotions, they're fear/anger/sadness and Steve is terrified for him and tearing himself apart trying to figure out what's upsetting Bucky so he can fix it. This, perhaps, does not lead to Steve night-sobbing because he's afraid to leave Bucky alone for longer than it takes him to urinate, much less a whole night, are you crazy, Sam?

Oh, anon, I am more than okay with that. :D

(na) I am, uh, enjoying the hell out of everything to do with this! So excited about this fill.

Interesting tidbit for you: some human males have small bumps around the ridge of the glans that are thought to be vestigial penile spines. Also, in species with actual spines, the barbs actually increase sexual pleasure and make orgasms happen faster.

Make of that what you will.

I can't stomach typing on my phone and don't have a computer atm so it could be a hot minute, but I do like this campaign. I'm thinking about a fill where Pierce throws a gladiator-themed gala and has Bucky fight a panther because TWO DEADLY PREDATORS (and because I've read so much fic where 110% heterosexual Rumlow gets the hots for the Soldier because he is just so big-cat-like). Anyways. The panther wins but then PLOT TWIST fucks Bucky instead of killing him because hand waving. And then the assembled party guests gangbang him because hey, why not?

*screams* That is legitimately joyful by my standards I am so on board!

YES PLEASE

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Dumpster #2: ...'Cause a Hydra Trash Party don't stop

"I'd give my right arm"

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