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

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Also, Steve basically lets him do it, because he doesn't want to hurt him, but it's still rape, or extremely dubious consent at best.

I was thinking a scenario where Bucky only vaguely starts remembering Steve, and also parts of his abuse.

From the flashes he makes up that Steve was one of his handlers once, and/or that Steve let him be captured, causing all these terrible things to happen to him.

He takes revenge on Steve by the same way he was punished: being fucked brutally. Steve allows him to, perhaps after some initial struggle/fighting, because stopping Bucky would mean breaking something or worse to incapacitate him. But, after Bucky's done, he gets flooded with more memories and realizes what a horrible thing he just did to his once best friend.

Bonus for horrible aftermath angst.

ooohhh, this is lovely and painful :) seconded

They punished him when he made mistakes. They tied him or ordered him to spread open and they fucked him, fucked into him until he bled. Tears trailed down his face but he kept his teeth shut tight because unless they wanted to hear him scream, they didn't want to hear him scream, so he had to be quiet.
Then Rumlow would shout Scream bitch and kick the back of his head or kick his ass and he would scream. He would beg and plead for more.
Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, please. I need it! I need it!
Then the punishment would end and he would be in pain. But he would be better because Hydra would give him the chance to be better. They would give him the chance not to fail again. He would not be decomissioned because they would not bother to punish him, to fuck him, if he did could not be better.

Steve does not give him the chance to be better. Steve just smiles at him and gives him food and clothing and hugs. The hugs are not bad. But he doesn't understand the purpose of them. They are not orders. They are not missions. They are worthless.
Steve is worthless.

Days pass and he has more dreams. Once, Steve was not worthless. He was a good commander and he led the Howling Commandos. But he allowed Bucky to fall from the train and he allowed Hydra to take him.
He knows these thoughts are wrong because they are not thoughts good people have. He should not have them. He should stop. He will not be wiped for them, but they are not thoughts good people have.
He is supposed to forgive Steve and sooth him.
Instead, he wants to punish him.
He watches Steve walk around the apartment. Steve makes him pancakes for breakfast. Makes him bacon. Steve smiles at him and offers, asks if Bucky would like to watch something with him. It is sort of an order but Bucky can say no and what kind of handler allows him to say no?
Not a very good handler.

He thinks Steve must have been a handler at some point because he has this hold over the asset, over Bucky.
Days pass and he hates that name. Bucky. Buck-y. Bucky bucky bucky bucky. It's such a stupid name.
“It's such a stupid name,” he finally growls at Steve who looks at him in puzzlement. Steve said “I'm glad you're here, Buck” and the asset said he hated that name and Steve looked at him and asked why.
He has such a stupid face when he asks why. The asset hates that face.
Bucky hates that face, he thinks with a sneer. In the old days he wouldn't make a stupid face and ask why. He would give commands.
He is worthless. He couldn't even stop them from raping his precious Bucky.
'Til the end of the line.'
He laughs. He fell off at the end of the line and now Steve is looking at him with that stupid puzzled face.
“Let's go to the bedroom,” he stares into Steve's face. Steve continues to look puzzled.
“Wh- my bedroom?”
The asset, Bucky, shrugs. It doesn't matter.
Steve gets up, puts his coffee on the table. He leads the way to his bedroom and Bucky follows.
“Something wrong, Buck?” he asks when he gets there. Buck. That isn't so bad, it's not as bad as Bucky, except that a buck is a deer and bucks get shot and bucks get eaten by wolves.
He punches Steve in the face with his metal hand, knocks him onto the bed.
Steve looks up at him in confusion. His nose is starting to bleed and he's blinking in shock.
“Buck..?”
He punches Steve again, this time with his flesh hand. It hurts his knuckles, but he likes it, likes the pain. He needs the pain. Needs clarity.
Steve needs pain. It will help him see. It will help him be strong again.
“I will help you be strong,” he whispers, as he lunges onto the bed and pins Steve down, straddling him.
“Bucky,” he says softly and his voice sounds pleading. “'Buck...”
“Be quiet,” he snarls, remembering his handler's words. “Shut up, bitch.”
“Bucky,” Steve's eyes are wet. “Bucky-”
“Shut up!” he roars and slaps him across the face with his flesh hand. It feels so good to hit him with the flesh hand, hit his stupid face. It brings blood to the surface of his pale skin and to the surface of the asset's palm. Bucky's palm.
It feels good to think of it as Bucky's palm somehow. He feels elation. He laughs.
“Is... is this something you need?” Steve is trying to understand. The asset stares at him, his brows furrowing. His smile fades. He shakes his head.
“This is something you need,” he replies.
Steve just stares at him. His lip is swollen where Bucky slapped him. He reaches down to grab Steve's throat and tightens his hand around it. Steve just parts his lips and looks up at him, eyes tearing up.
He nods after a moment.
“I do,” he agrees. “I'm... I'm sorry, Buck,” he sobs finally. “I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.”
“It is,” the asset growls, tightening his hand. Steve gasps. Then the asset yanks his hand away. He doesn't know why. Steve needs to have his breath cut off -
But no, Steve can't have his breath cut off, Stevie breathe, please Stevie breathe-
He yells and grabs at his own hair.
“Get out!” he roars.
Steve starts to scoot away, scramble up. The asset snarls and grabs his shoulders, shoves him back down in place.
“I wasn't talking to you, stupid bitch!” He slaps Steve across the face again. It feels good. He grinds down against him, feeling himself getting hard. It makes him gasp and he shivers.
“You need this, Buck?” he asks. He's shaking. Steve doesn't shake. Shouldn't shake. Handlers don't shake. Not when they rape him.
His upper lip curls and he snarls. He will not shake when he fucks Steve.
He scoots back, grabbing the hem of Steve's running shorts and rips them off. His metal fingers and human finger nails scratch Steve's hips but the man merely tenses and a wince briefly shadows his face.
“Buck, I've got... I have lube and-”
“Shut up,” he growls. Steve nods, lips working as if to say something, but he merely rests his head back against the bed. He just lies there, ready.
Ready for orders.
The asset calms. This is good. This is right.

“It was my fault,” he'd said softly, tears trickling down his face. “I failed you, Buck. You fell and...”
He'd shushed the other man, insisted he was wrong because that was what you were supposed to do. What people did. The asset – Bucky – remembered this somehow. It was like how he knew how to load a Carbine or how to sweep for potential bugs in a room.
Bucky. He was Bucky now. Bucky was supposed to be good and comfort Steve. Bucky was a good man.

He watched Steve during the day. Watched Sam. Watched them interact and talk, and sometimes smile at eachother or laugh.
Sometimes Sam looked at him and something flickered in the man's brown eyes. Then he would nod at the as... at Bucky and he would smile a little. Bucky could tell that it was a forced smile.

He was having dreams and there were memories. Steve was in the memories. Steve was in the memories. He led Bucky from the metal table, from Zola's lab and the base Azzano. The men cheered when they were back at camp.
“Let's hear it for Captain America!”
Bucky looked at his friend in adoration.
It was like a scene in a film, all scripted out. It felt wrong somehow.
It felt real. He could see from Barnes's eyes. He had said those things, yes. He had meant them. But they felt like the propaganda the Russians showed him – grainy films he barely remembered.
The Americans were evil. They were rapists. They raped the women of Berlin and the women of Paris and they would rape the women of Moscow just as well if they had the chance.
He knows what rape is. Rape happens to women in wars, but it also happens to prisoners in cells. It is interrogation, it is punishment.
He thinks he knows what rape is. Rape is evil and it is not supposed to happen. It is not supposed to be done. Rape is evil.

Sam and Steve and the psychiatrist Bucky talks to, Patricia – they all tell him that what Hydra did to him is wrong. Sam and Steve don't know about the rape, the punishment, but Patricia does.

He has dreams. Sometimes they run through fields and forests where frost covers the ground and he can see his breath. There are bullets and bayonets and bright splashes of blood in his vision. The blood makes him feel hungry in a way he only feels during combat. He hears wolves, the growls of a canine in his ears. He awakes and he thinks that he is a wolf. He was already a wolf before Hydra.
Wolves are animals. They are not good or bad.
He watches a documentary on wolves on Netflix. The wolves are described as noble, but wolves are not noble. They surround their prey in a pack and tear it down.
He thinks of the Howling Commandos and he thinks their name was accurate. They did not howl as they approached their target though Dugan liked to whoop. They acted as a pack and hunted.
He misses that sensation. He likes being part of a pack.
Rumlow and Rollins used to be part of his pack.
But they raped him.

He spreads Steve open, eyeing his hole. Steve's breath is shallow and fast. He's starting to harden. The asset huffs.
Sometimes he would harden when his handlers fucked him. This happens.
Sometimes they would pull on his dick and laugh. He does this now, grabbing Steve's cock and smiling a little, tugging on it.
“You like this,” he sneers. Steve is shaking a little. He nods, swallowing.
“I like it if you do, Buck.”
He tugs on it hard and Steve gasps, closing his eyes. The cock fills with more blood. The asset thinks about biting it, but he doesn't. He eyes Steve stonily, then slowly pulls his flesh hand off the cock, squeezing as he does. Steve's eyelids flutter, his breath soft and fast.
Slut, the asset thinks. Fucking slut. Bitch. Cunt. He feels satisfaction in his chest. He feels good. Powerful.
This is what the handlers felt, he thinks. Good in their rightness.
He spreads Steve open with his thumbs. He spits on the hole just like the handlers would do. Then he spits on his cock, smears the spit over it.
Steve is shivering a little. He moves his own hands behind his thighs and pulls them up, pulls himself more open for the asset. The asset stops to glare at him. He didn't give Steve any instructions to do so.
Still, perhaps he is trying to aide in his own punishment and the asset sometimes did this without prompting.
Finally he looks down at Steve's hole, then glances up as he begins to guide himself in.
Steve gasps softly. Then his eyes widen as the asset, as Bucky, stretches him.
He groans when he finally feels himself slip home into Steve's tight ass. His eyes close and he sighs.
Steve is breathing deeply, shaking. When the asset, Bucky, opens his eyes, he sees that Steve's eyes are closed tightly and he's grimacing. Tears leak from his eyes.
The asset waits, feeling the way Steve grips him tightly. He starts to feel want. He wonders if this was how the handlers felt. Of course. They were not weapons, they were people.
They felt want. He is a person and feels want. This is good.
He groans as he begins to roll his hips slowly. Steve gasps and his eyes finally open. They're unfocused at first, then they look at Bucky.
“Buck,” he whispers, and his eyes are lost.
“Shut up,” Bucky says, his own eyes dazed. It feels so good in Steve it's fucking criminal. He doesn't know where that thought comes from, it just bubbles up from somewhere and-

Steve is skinny and they're both laughing softly as he mounts the narrow bed on his knees. Steve's laid out in front of him, on his back, skinny little knees parted and Bucky's using his fingers first, teasing him.
Steve's groaning at the feeling of the fingers, smiling up at Buck. Bucky loves the way his eyes are, closing slowly in ecstasy, chin tilting up, head back. Then he slips his fingers out.
“You ready, baby?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” Steve breathes, face relaxed, open. “Fill me, Buck.”
“Mm, gonna do that sweetheart. Gonna fill you up, doll.”
“Yeah, fill me daddy.”
They both giggle at that. Bucky begins to push in and Steve groans.

The asset gasps. He blinks spots out of his eyes and Steve is below him. Steve is crying softly.
“Buck. Oh god, fill me, Buck! Please...”
Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, please!
The asset growls. His eyes are wet so he blinks against them.
“You made me do this,” he says, rocking his hips forward hard. “I didn't want to. You made me!”
You made us do this, bitch. We didn't want to hurt you, but you fucked us over. So now we fuck you.
“I'm sorry,” Steve looks up at him, eyes full of tears. “God, Buck I'm so sorry...”
“You made me do this,” his lips are twisted up for some reason and he finds it hard to speak. He continues to shove into Steve, hurting him, making him groan.
“Bucky...” His hands wander down toward the asset's hips as if trying to stabilize himself. “B-Bucky! Buck...”
Steve's eyes widen and he gasps. He's coming.
He's coming!
The asset remembers coming with Rumlow fucking him and groaning in his ear.
“Yeah you like that, huh bitch? You like that? Fucking slut!”
“You like that?” he gasps, feeling himself coming too. “Mmn!” He grasps Steve's shirt, clutches at his shoulders, fucks hard into him. His eyes cross and he groans as everything around him goes blissfully white and red. He's coming. He's coming inside-
Stevie and it feels so fucking good. Oh fuck, Stevie you feel so good, baby
He comes back with the sound of Steve moaning in his ears Buck, Bucky you feel so good, come inside me, come!
He looks down to see Steve staring up at him. His eyes are dazed, glazed over with tears. He sniffs, then licks his lips as he looks up at the asset, at Bucky.
Bucky stares at him. There are tears dripping from his eyes.
“No.”
“Bucky...” Steve whispers, reaching up to him.
“No!” He begins to scramble off of Steve, pulling out of him- no he can't pull out too quickly he'll hurt Steve but he has to get away he has to! “No!”
He scrambles back and hits the bedroom wall when he stumbles off the bed. Then he's up on his feet.
Steve is pushing himself up into a sitting position, flinching at the pain but sitting up anyway. He reaches out toward Bucky.
“Buck, please, it's okay-”
“No! No, it's not!” He sobs and runs from the room. He runs to his own room and slams the door. He paces for a moment, then falls to his knees, clutching at his hair.
When he comes to himself again, he's curled up in the corner of the room on the floor, knees drawn up to his chest, hair over his face, arms guarding his head.
His fly is still undone. His cock is settling, still throbbing slightly. It's sticky with blood and come. He feels sick at the sight and the smell of it, so he scrambles up and shoves it into his pants, zipping himself up.
He's sick. He's done this. He's... he raped Steve.
No. No! He deserves this. He said so! He let it happen!
Stevie. Stevie lying out before him, pale and delicate and beautiful. Young and sweet. Big blue eyes gazing up at him, dark with desire, wheat colored hair falling over his forehead. Stevie spreading his legs for Buck, taking him in.
No. He's not delicate and beautiful now, he's strong, he's... He's a handler. He was a handler. He let this happen to Buck. To the asset, to Bucky.
It's Steve's fault. He even admitted it. He did this. He did this to Bucky-
Stevie. Steve lying before him, running shorts dangling from an ankle and shirt torn where Bucky's grabbed it. Legs parted and blue eyes gazing up at him, full of tears. Letting it all happen because he knows he deserves it!
Is this what you need, Buck?
His face wet and trembling, eyes full of... eyes full of...
Love and worry and ache. For Bucky.
For Buck. Because he... because he doesn't because he can't hate Bucky. Could never. Will never.
Has to. Has to hate him now, has to goddamnit!
“Why don't you hate me?” he shouts at the wall and sobs. “Why don't you hate me, goddamnit!”
He can hear Steve talking on the phone in the other room and his voice breaks as he talks, hearing Bucky's screams, but he keeps talking. Sam. It's Sam, it has to be.
Sam will know. He will know even if Steve doesn't tell him and it will be for the best.
Sam will surely tell him now, tell him it's too late, it's over. There's no coming back after this. Bucky can't stay here. He just can't.
The Widow will come and kill him and he is relieved. He lets out a sob of relief, hand brushing up over his face. She will know what has to be done and she will do it.

This is phenomenal! I congratulate both your timeliness and awful brutality.

OP: OMG are you a wizard? How did you write this so fast! THANK YOU!

Ugh anon you absolute WIZARD working your writerly trash magic. This is so glorious!
One of my ultimate favourite trash tropes is Bucky hurting Steve in ways that Hydra hurt him and honestly this hit every button I had. I loved your Bucky's perspective and I loved his confusion and I loved Steve crying and I just love you so much nonnie, so so much

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