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

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Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Welcome to Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves 2: Electric Boogaloo. AKA the seamy sexual-violence-and-violent-sex underbelly of Captain America fandom, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.

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, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.

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Round 2 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 3.

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I makes you a Fill: WS rapes Steve Part 1

[(Anonymous)]

“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.