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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, 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.

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There's been girl!Bucky prompts and gaslighting prompts circling around this, but I am going to screw my courage to the sticking place and hope I am not the only nonnie interested in this particular horror show: HYDRA impregnates the WS (or Steve, see below) and forces him to give birth (from the ass or convenient new hole around his perineum) in a brutal and graphic fashion. Doesn't matter how, doesn't matter why, although I can imagine some handwavy stuff about wanting to try out growing new supersoldiers from scratch and needing a body that can withstand with whole traumatic process:

- maybe the pregnancy is accelerated to a few days (less than a day?) and of course Bucky has no idea what's going on, only that he's told he's on a mission but they haven't let him out of his cell yet. He's worried he's going to miss the target but pretty soon he gets distracted by the weird sensations inside of him and his abdomen starts "malfunctioning."

- "you are to be the new bitch of HYDRA"

- along with the scientists and techs his STRIKE team is there to watch the show, simultaneously fascinated and disgusted and horrified. Murphy (if it is acceptable to drag him into this pit) gets super excited by the "miracle of life, you guys!" and wants everyone to feel the soldier's belly, while Bucky is shaking and sweating in a pool of his own blood and amniotic fluid

- Bucky is still under instructions to report what's wrong with him and so he's describing the whole labor process without really understanding what's happening to him - "Sir, there's something moving inside me" "Sir, there's a lot of - pressure, sir, SIR!" "It's coming out, it's coming out now, sir, I can feel it pushing on me"

- the offspring (doesn't have to be an actual human baby, in fact I would feel less gross if it was some kind of soulless clone-type thing) doesn't survive the birth and Bucky is beaten for his failure immediately post-

+ 4 billion and all my kingdom of earthworms and dust for skinny!Steve somehow being in possession of HYDRA, as Bucky's companion/pet/pacifier, and they do all this to him instead (with his poor narrow hips) and make Bucky watch. Maybe the offspring survives this time and is immediately whisked away to some training vat, but STRIKE, for a lark, had told the Soldier he was going to get to have a family, so Bucky is left to clutch Steve's shuddering, bloodsoaked body and sob for "their" lost "child." Steve had been under no illusions about the whole process and is just reeling from the fact that he actually survived.

I could talk about this all night, jsyk

But what about Bucky going from sobbing and clinging to Steve in grief for their lost child to insisting "we have to try again, they'll let us keep the next one" and fucking him while he's still covered in blood from giving birth, whispering lovingly horrific promises about knocking him up again?

Well, you pretty much captured what I want from this fic! heh :)

As for headcanons (that potential authors need not take into account, for the record):

I think it would be interesting if Bucky doesn't get all his memories back at once, so every now and then he'll remember something awful. And he's basically struggling with feeling like he needs to tell it ASAP, but also wanting some time to process it on his own. Grieving over it maybe.

I also think as time progresses, it becomes more and more painful to tell his lover these things. He's so much more emotionally invested in the relationship b then, and he's convinced they WILL pull away, but he just desperately wants to be in their arms being told it's okay.

And yeah, I think there would be some really awful-trash things there. like maybe, say, him having to execute a family with kids, then being forced to service Hydra agents sexually in the bed where they died or something awful like that.

Holy shit, nonny. I guess I'm too much into physically protective/comforting (in his own way) WS to make that my jam when Steve is still literally torn open, but I am grateful you entered this corner of the dumpster with me! I can see it maybe a little later, though, Bucky begging Steve's forgiveness for letting them take the "baby" (not that he ever considered defying HYDRA, but he's got this twisted image of themselves as father and mother here, and it's the father's job to protect the family and the "mother" must surely be mired in grief here) and not getting that Steve is just glad the whole thing is over.

To be honest, when I first posted I hadn't really thought that Bucky would be aware he was the father, but now that you've brought that up I have a bunch of feels about that too. Maybe he's horrified at what he's "done" to Steve, seeing his body grow and stretch and warp with that big, unnatural weight inside, contaminating that fragile, striving body. Maybe the offspring does die, or they were told it did, and Bucky's sure it's his fault somehow, but as he fucks Steve he swears he'll do better this time, give him a healthy baby, you'll be so happy then, Stevie...

eah, honestly it's meant be aggravating for the other person (that's sort of my jam). Because really, they love Bucky even if he killed hundreds of people, and took as many hydra dicks. And they tr to explain that, but Bucky won't have it.

So they have to sit through something really upsetting for both of them.

And yeah, it would be amazing if his partner did go to breaking point and snapped...because hell, that would be such a minefield.

And add to that, with Bucky being so neurotic about consent, soime of that would transfer to his lover, too, and they'd eventually start asking consent for everything, too (especially as they find out more about the abuse, so it's a messed up vicious circle)

AYRT

yup :) :) :) :) :)

LOLLLLL JUMBLER

I vote for Rumlow and co. being the world's worst labor coaches. Constant complaining about how long the whole thing is taking. When the Soldier's water breaks, they make him clean it up. Same when he vomits during transition. They put him in stirrups for a while, just so they can get a better view, but then it gets too gross even for that and he's told to go sit in a corner for a while. There's a particular strain of humor that shows up in some STRIKE-themed trash fics that actually just highlights the humiliation and cruelty of the Soldier's life and it could work very well here.

I know there's no reason to think Steve wouldn't adapt really well to modern technology, but - there's a fic by thesardine on ao3 where messed-up Bucky has a thing for Smurfs and Steve keeps calling them "snurfs." Like he actually thinks that's what they're called and I can't stop laughing about it.

OMG jumbler I love you!

Steve disapproves of Jumbler for upsetting Bucky.

omg this reminds me of what my mom does with brand names and it's adorably hilarious.

Oh YES this idea. Cute!romantic!Bucky + "let's fuck" Bucky... <333

oh gosh, I love this. I'm not really good at writing, but I might make an attempt. But would love it even more if one of the Trash Saints fill this...

Question though -- Is there romance between Bucky and anyone in this scenario? Or is that up to whoever's writing?

OP here--I'm open to any kind of take on this, romantic/sexual or not. I could see it being upsetting all around if Bucky's partner/s were careful about triggering him at first, but he appeared to have it together so well that he didn't start shutting down until some more mundane kinds of situations they weren't prepared for provoked it.

AU, divergence from CATWS, Hydra wins later, don't care. What I'd like is trash with an extra helping of despair, with the barbershop quartet trying to survive/cope with each other's trash aftermath in an impossible situation. Either Steve/Bucky/Sam/Nat are still in Hydra custody and being used against each other, or on the run after reaching each other from institutionalized trash.
+for Bucky and or Steve only being partially recovered from mind wiping
++everyone dealing with their own trauma poorly or not at all because they put everyone else first

So what if he actually tells a really fucked up story, and Steve consents to kiss him after hearing it (while maybe, in a lot of ways, it's Bucky who really consents).

Bucky thinks: well if he still wants to touch me after this, it's probably okay.

When he gets kissed it's the most genuine, innocent, loving, real kiss he's even seen, let alone received, and he gets a gnawing feeling he might have done something wrong , that he might have told the story wrong, or left out too many details and is just tormenting himself over it. But, no way that anyone could ever want to kiss him like THAT!

Pictures of Steve Rogers being raped and abused in Hydra custody surface on the internet. What happens?

How many famous men are even publicly known to have been raped? Let alone as adults, let alone a national icon of heroic masculinity. Multiply that by the existence of explicit photographs and the controversy over their viral spread. If you really want to drop a 50-megaton nuke on the media, the pics are from a hushed-up incident during Hydra's Cap 2 takeover and the men abusing him are in SHIELD uniforms.

And then there's Steve's reaction, the Avengers' reactions when they find out, the effect on the missions he's leading when every single ally/opponent/random bystander knows...

coolios! :D

The first thing that came back to him was Steve and who he was.

The second thing was that his name is James Buchanan Barnes. Nickname Bucky.

The third thing was that Bucky didn't like people knowing bad things about him.

And Bucky has done a lot of Bad Things.

So Bucky left Steve on the banks of the Potomac and went to hide all the Bad Things. He was good at hiding things, and he knew where to look.

By then he'd been long enough out of storage that memories from Before were coming back. So Bucky then spent some time checking all the public records and the Smithsonian exhibit to make sure that none of the bad things from Before had survived. There were some records from his first physical after getting out of HYDRA captivity in 1944, but the doctor who examined him was dead, Steve didn't know, and a folder from a moldy army archive was easily destroyed. He also had to destroy a few photography plates from 1936 that showed him making a quick buck. Bucky from Before wasn't as good at infiltration and elimination as he was now.

With all of the Bad Things hidden or destroyed, there was only one thing left to check. So one night Bucky knocked on Steve's door one night with a box of pizza.

"Hey Steve, you still like your pizza with obscene amounts of garlic?"

From the way Steve hugged him, Bucky was pretty sure that Steve didn't know about any of the Bad Things. Bucky was safe. Everything was back to normal.

After he was released from the embrace, the asset calmly waited for his handler to give the order for a kiss.

Instead, Steve invited Bucky inside.

Oh, dude. DUDE. How does Steve view the viral spread of the photos? On the one hand he's a really private person and the original violation was bad enough, and now he has to deal with being violated a hundred million times over again. I mean, every complete stranger who recognizes him in the street is probably looking at him and seeing the pictures of him naked with blood and come smeared on the backs of his thighs. BUT... it's also a torture scandal. A high-profile one with gut-wrenching iconic images attached, and Steve is conscious of the power of images to expose atrocities to the public. And since the vein of authoritarian security-hysteria that let Hydra flourish within SHIELD came from somewhere, the post-CA:TWS fallout in the MCU probably gave birth to all sorts of crackpot Hydra-was-right grassroots movements and general apologism...

So imagine: a miserable Steve avoiding paparazzi, forcing himself not to look at the internet or at the supermarket-checkout magazine racks, refusing all invitations to come debate his basic human dignity on talk shows or answer sob-story questions about his masculinity for magazine exposés. Trying to go about his Avengers business and stay clear of the media frenzy, which is some awful mashup of gossipy rape scandal, celebrity sex-tape leak, and partisan football about who the real disgrace to America is/whose opponents are bad people who need to be cracked down on because they hate freedom.

Then finally he decides he's had enough and gives a blistering two-minute public statement about nu!Hydra and their tactics. Because he can (miserably) put up with being exposed, scrutinized, derided, and made into the punchline of everyone's rape jokes--but by God, he isn't going to take it lying down from people who'll roll right over for fascist crackdowns on the off-chance that some bad guy, somewhere out there, might conceivably want to do something bad to them. If he has to be in the spotlight as a public figure, he might as well make the most of it by daring these bastards to tell him to his face that innocent patriotic Americans have nothing to fear.

What's that? You in the back? No, it's still none of People magazine's goddamn business whether or not he's in therapy.

Well, I thought I'd just quickly write this fic, but nah - it will already be 2 parts at least. I'll finish this, but might wait a bit longer with aftermath fic to work on my other WIPS.

Additional warning: body horror, gore, general awfulness.

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When Steve woke up on the cold, hard floor he instantly knew there was something wrong. The flickering neon light hurt his eyes; his ears could hear movement on the other side of the room. The sharp scent of disinfectant and the smell of scorched, rotting flesh permeated his nose.

He felt drunk, and that in itself was a red flag. Steve Rogers did not get drunk. Someone must have drugged him. It became painfully clear that it wasn't just bright light distorting his eyesight - his vision was actually blurry. His limbs only partially obeyed him, but he tried to sit upright. It was then that he realized that his hands were tied behind his back. He tugged at the restraints. They didn't budge a single inch. Whoever brought him here knew who he was dealing with.

Think, he told himself, remember what happened.

The last thing he could recall was him fighting alongside Nat and Sam. They had found a surviving Hydra base near Ottowa, of all places, and had been ambushed after they thought they had already cleared the perimeter.

Steve's line of thought was disrupted by a raspy voice.

"Welcome back among the living, Captain. So good to see you again."

He knew that voice.

"Rumlow," he hissed.

"The one and only," the voice replied.

As his vision started to normalize again, Steve could see the man in the flesh. He was sitting near what appeared to be an operating table. His face and hands were marked by scars from when the Triskellion fell, but other than that, Rumlow was just as Steve remembered. His pose was confident, and he had a smug smile on his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve could see something moving on the operating table.

Someone was alive on there, but the movements were all wrong and distorted. For a brief moment he wondered if this was one of Hydra's experiments gone wrong, a poor soul that was supposed to become Enhanced but just ended up with a broken body instead.

A heartbeat later, he realized he knew those features, and his blood ran cold.

"BUCKY?!" he yelled as he tried to scramble to his feet, not fast enough for his liking.

"I swear, Rumlow, if you've hurt him..."

Rumlow looked at him with condescension. "Tut, tut, Captain. You are in no position to be making threats. Look behind you."

Steve did. He saw a solid glass wall with about a dozen Hydra goons behind it. The wall had small sniper holes, through which multiple guns were pointed directly at him.

"Bulletproof glass," Rumlow explained. "And a new generation of magnetic cuffs. See, we have learned from the little incident in the elevator. Even if you somehow manage to break free, they will shoot you before you can lay a hand on me. They will shoot you before you can get your pal here out of the room. Or they will shoot you before you can break through the glass to stop them. And even if by some miracle you'd manage to kill me, they're still under orders to finish you. Whichever way you choose, Captain...you lose."

Steve balled his fists behind his back.

"What the hell do you want?"

A deep, ominous laugh escaped from Rumlow's mouth as he stood up, rising to Steve's eye level.

"What I want, my dear Captain, is to see you suffer. And one way or another...I will. Why don't you come over here, and have a good look at your Bucky?"

Steve felt like someone's hand had penetrated his chest, and was crushing both his heart and his lungs. He approached the operating table on shaking legs. Rumlow took a few steps back as Steve came closer, drawing his own weapon, cocking it, and pointing it at Steve at more than an arm's length.

A child-like sob escaped Steve's mouth as he got close enough to observe the scene. He was struck by a deep, all-encompassing panic he had not felt since he had seen Bucky fall all those years ago.

Bucky was lying on the operating table, which was more of a slab really. Except it wasn't all of Bucky. There was barely more than a torso left. The prosthetic had been ripped from its socket and disconnected wires were hanging from the empty shoulder. Bucky's flesh-and-blood limbs, which had been fine last time Steve had seen him, were missing too. His legs had been reduced to two stumps ending about halfway the femur, sporting large, angry-looking scars. The right arm had been removed about halfway the bicep, and was marked by an equally ugly and painful-looking half-healed wound. Next to the slab there was a large trash can that contained a bone saw, a shovel, bloody bandages and what appeared to be remnants of Bucky's limbs.
Steve realized now what he has smelled before. Someone had crudely hacked off Bucky's arm and legs, cauterized the wounds - probably with a heated shovel - and unceremoniously dumped everything into the trash can, leaving it to rot like it was nothing more than common waste.

Steve felt himself heave. He must have made a sound, because it made Bucky's eyelids flutter open. It was then that he descended into a deeper level of Hell. As his eyes met Bucky's - blue , tear-filled pools of infinite sadness - he realized the true horror of the situation. Bucky was conscious and aware of everything that had happened.

"Steve," he said weakly, "you shouldn't have come. You shouldn't have..." The tears that had already formed in his eyes, streamed down his cheeks as he tried to speak. Steve wanted the reach out for him, to comfort him, but he was only left struggling against his restraints.

"WHY?!" he cried as he turned to face Rumlow again. "Why do this? What do you even get out of this?"

Rumlow shrugged.

"Joy? Fulfillment? But, really, it's your fault, Captain. He was a perfectly fine weapon. But you had to ruin him. You had to make him remember. Make him think he's a person. He lost his value as a soldier. He was no use to Hydra like that. So me and the boys decided to repurpose him. We thought he might still be of use limbless sex doll...easy access, you see...and the boys do need some R&R."

Steve finally broke. He growled and lunged himself at Rumlow.

A bullet hit the floor near his feet before he could even reach him.

"Temper, Captain. I'm not kidding. We will kill you."

"And what makes you think it's not worth the bullet to me?"

Rumlow circled around Steve, and stopped to stand next to Bucky. He ran his hand through Bucky's hair in a mockery of real affection. A cruel grin spread on his scarred face, and he slid his hand down to Bucky's throat. Steve feared he might kill Bucky right then and there. Instead, he turned to face Steve again.

"Oh I'm sure that you would take a bullet for him, Rogers. Your heroic self-sacrifice would be beautiful. Pointless, but beautiful. But here's the thing: then your pal here gets to see you die. And after that, we get to hurt him a little more. A lot more actually.

Steve could see Bucky twitching under Rumlow's touch, trying to pull away as much as he could without having limbs for leverage.

"What do you think, Captain? How many cocks do you think your boy here can take before we fuck him to death? A hundred? Three hundred? A thousand maybe? I wonder what his holes will look like by then. Little more than a bloody mess, I'd wager."

Steve swore he could see Bucky's lip quivering, his breathing erratic. He genuinely wasn't sure how much more trauma his mangled body could take.

"Rumlow...stop", he said, pleading this time.

Rumlow simply continued, completely undisturbed. He traced his fingers along Bucky's wet cheeks. "I was thinking of cutting his mouth open, right here, ear to ear. Might fit four dicks in there like that...maybe five. "

"Stop," Steve said again, defeated."Stop scaring him. Don't hurt him."

Again Rumlow acted as he had not heard Steve speak.

"I was thinking of cauterizing his nipples. Maybe cut off his dick. I'll probably gauge his eyes out eventually, but only at the end so he can see..."

" Dammit, Rumlow. What do you want?"

"Like I said, Rogers. I want to see you suffer. Now say 'pretty please' and I might tell you how to get out of this alive."

I love it when Steve and Bucky get contrasted like this.

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