Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

[trashmod]

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.

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.

[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained by greenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]

Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.

Comments

Steve/kinda-sorta-Winter-Soldier Bucky violent fightsex

[(Anonymous)]

Post-TWS, Bucky leaves Steve on the riverbank and disappears. And doesn't turn up on Steve's doorstep to sleep on his couch. Instead, he slips into the shadows to regroup and piece together his fractured memories, timeskipped slices of familiarity with the modern world, and deep-but-narrow insider knowledge of Hydra. Post-WS Bucky as a hardened, bitter assassin with a lethal skillset and a growing understanding of how badly he's been fucked over. To maintain his skills and contacts--and finances--he starts selectively freelancing as a hitman or bodyguard, often for shady underworld figures with Hydra connections he can glean intel from.

The upshot of which is that his only contact with Steve is when their paths cross on a mission, usually on opposite sides.

Okay, that's a lot of backstory for what I really want, which is this: Steve and Winter Soldier!Bucky nominally on opposite sides, beating the everliving crap out of each other on the job (and sometimes aiding and abetting each other on the sly), and cornering each other in their spare moments for emotionally-charged confrontations that lead to aggressive sex. Metal arm choking, kissing each other bloody, fighting-to-fucking, wrestling over who's on top, slamming each other up against rusted-out shipping containers or the walls of disused maintenance tunnels, trysts with a strict time limit based on when the explosives are set to go off, Bucky cornering Steve to go "who the hell was I to you?", Steve cornering Bucky to go "why are you working for these scumbags and why do you keep running away from me?", occasional furtive cooperation leading to classics like "okay, I'll let you go, but this has to look realistic--hit me in the face as hard as you can."

Basically, lots of violence kink. Super-soldiers fucking while bruised, battered, burned, and bleeding, and leaving each other in even worse shape by the time they're done. Penetrative violence (knives, bullet wounds) is a plus.

Dubcon where one of them is struggling to get free or gain the upper hand is A-OK, as long as it's a fairly equal fight dynamic and both of them are into it. Trash past for either or both of them is also OK if they're relatively stoic/matter-of-fact about it. No recovery angst. No pathos over Bucky being the saddest of woobies. If you like that stuff, cool, plenty of room in the landfill, but it's the literal opposite of what I want out of this premise.

Re: Steve/kinda-sorta-Winter-Soldier Bucky violent fightsex

[(Anonymous)]

This prompt is everything.

I would also kill for:

Bucky super angry at Steve for letting him fall from the train/not coming back for his body/not staying safe in Brooklyn/being big now. The less context he has for his violent, all-consuming rage, the better.

- Steve super angry at Bucky for falling from the train/not going home after he escaped Zola the first time/still working with the shreds of Hydra/not coming home/refusing to let Steve feed him. The less he lets himself acknowledge his violent, all-consuming anger towards Bucky (and the more it pops up in weird, inappropriate places) the better.

Rollins/Sam, size difference, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Sam Wilson is big. Jack Rollins is enormous. Rollins manhandling Sam.

Maybe this is supposedly revenge for his Hydra Husband's run-in with the Hellicarrier, but emphasis on how thin a pretext that is and how he could have gotten revenge other ways if Sam weren't so pretty, would not go amiss.

Re: Rollins/Sam, size difference, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

I love this prompt. Such a pity that we don't see more fics with Sam though.

Pre-TWS Rumlow/Steve trash, later rape-roleplay+aftercare kink

[(Anonymous)]

So Steve and Rumlow hooked up once pre-TWS. Steve was expecting some friendly no-strings fuckbuddy sex; instead, Rumlow was fucking brutal with him, grinning all the while and treating it like normal work-hard-play-hard rough-sex fun, ignoring Steve's protests or goading him into enduring it with jibes like "it's just so nice to let loose with someone who can take it, you know? I'm sick of fucking people I have to handle like they're made of glass."

Afterwards Steve lies there bruised and bleeding and feeling like utter shit; he might not realize the full significance of Rumlow not listening whenever Steve told him to stop, but he went in looking for mutual pleasure and instead he got brutalized and used. As if that's not embarrassing enough, once he dozes off his dreams are full of the most blatant comfort fantasies: Peggy (who he still hasn't worked up the nerve to go visit since waking up in the 21st century) and Bucky (who he still thinks is dead) finding him, patching him up, curling up with him for some slow tender sex, seeking out all his sore spots with gentle hands and touching him the way he actually wants to be touched.

The trashy kicker: much later, post-TWS, Steve is in a happy relationship with Bucky, who's got all sorts of sexual hangups of his own and likes to be in control in bed. After various other kinky exploits, they end up roleplaying a violent rape fantasy, and Steve loves it--he's shocked how hard it gets him off to have Bucky hold him down and deliberately hurt him. But he doesn't consciously make the connection until it's over, and Bucky is kissing him and gently cleaning him up, and Steve is mortified to find himself close to tears.

He's as flippant and self-deprecating as possible about the explanation--ha ha what a sad-sack reaction to a terrible hook-up. But it becomes a semi-regular thing afterwards: intense, brutal rape roleplay followed by disgustingly tender aftercare, basically dealing with the embarrassment by making a kink out of the comfort side of the hurt/comfort equation as well as the hurt side.

Re: Pre-TWS Rumlow/Steve trash, later rape-roleplay+aftercare kink

[(Anonymous)]

I love all of this

Closeted Zola shameboners

[(Anonymous)]

Please, somebody give me Zola who gets all the shameboners from feeling up his perfect experiment a bit too thoroughly, and Bucky getting all the shameboners because AW YEAH gentle touch but AW NO Zola.

+ a million bonus points for an after hours lab table blowjob (Zola blowing Bucky)

Re: Closeted Zola shameboners

[(Anonymous)]

UNF

The sex is just never going to be okay (but Bucky sort of is)

[(Anonymous)]

(and es it's recovery-oriented, so hope that's okay)

So, Bucky had gotten free of Hydra. And he's doing well, and he started something with Steve.

But the soon find out the sex is well...just always going to be an issue. And they try everything from just frottage to really gentle lovemaking to BDSM stuff - but fact is, it's just always going to be a risk where Bucky might get triggered, or get flashbacks, or suddenly feel constricted or disgusted and push Steve off. Maybe they do really absurd things, too, like Steve dressing up as Heidi to seem less threatening (it's just an example, and if you don't like cross-dressing I'm fine with other things) - but to no avail.

It might be okay for once, or a little while, but it's hit-or-miss, there is no magic fix, and it's something they'll have to deal with. no magic therapy fixes either.

But the thing I want is for Bucky to well, be Bucky. For the rest he's pretty much 95% the charming, amicable, smiling, curious-about-science guy he was. He's a lot of fun on a date or even a night with friends. Sure maybe there's some other ptsd going on, but it's not life-consuming. He's not brainwashed or conditioned, it's just that the rape trauma was so vast and spanning so much time, so his body and mind go "nope" when sex would occur.

He's acutely aware of it, frustrated by it, maybe even self-deprecating. I'm sort of interested in the contrast between his original personality and rape trauma. And really Steve's reactions, and trying think #105 in bed they know won't work but they want to try anyway.

Re: The sex is just never going to be okay (but Bucky sort of is)

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhhh my god this is so totally my thing. Bucky who can barely handle sex is my favorite Bucky and there isn't enough of him in this dumpster! Plus all the stuff about secret horrible rape trauma, where he looks pretty okay to everyone who doesn't know him biblically, but he's got this broken side where it hurts and it only comes out in bed. Yesss

Military putsch, objectification

[(Anonymous)]

Right, so objectification/dehumanization is a die-hard kink of mine. What I want is early!WS Bucky to be raped not even for reasons that have to do with *him*, but just to spite someone else.

Imagine: Bucky's some Soviet General's prize weapon, and said General is the only one who's allowed to touch their precious super-soldier. So, there are internal differences and some coup d'état happens. They raid that General's house and because they can, destroy his precious collection of maps and his expensive china and – right, who/what have we here?

Trash confettis and a million bonus points for

+ gang rapes

++ objection/dirty talk, but not at Buck but over his head to his previous owner ("Look what we're doing to your precious little toy, aw, I hope you didn't want to keep that tight, ...")

+++ If they throw them in a cell together after and the (ex) General ~tests~ a dirty and hurting WS for functionality, aka if he still "works" and if it still feels good to fuck him.

Re: Military putsch, objectification

[(Anonymous)]

Hello yes objectification is my favorite.

too many memories

[(Anonymous)]

*pokes head in* hi...? Does anyone still go here?

So: typically I don't subscribe to the theory that Hydra could have implanted memories in Bucky's brain, but what if they did? As his memories come back, it's hard to differentiate the real ones from the fakes. Going to a baseball game in 1941 appears to be real, but having dinner with Stalin probably isn't. And what about his memory of picnicking in a sunny
orchard in Russia with an old lady? Is that part of an implanted backstory, or was she a target, or did he escape for a few days long ago?

In this atmosphere of uncertainty (and emotional torment!), Bucky is slammed with a TON of memories of rape. What I'm imagining is that Bucky is so disturbed and his relationship with his body is so threatened that the only way he's staving off incredible trauma is by convincing himself those memories are fake. My dream plot would have him obsessively questing through his own history for evidence that he was never raped; going through his files, visiting old bases where he was kept, identifying and searching through the records of a hotel he remembers being fucked in.

+ the search itself takes a huge toll on his mental health

+ of course he was really raped

+ he finds this out in a confrontation with a rapist, which he expected to end with the confirmation no one touched him

+ some of the most fucked up memories ARE fake, but the trauma from them is real; triggers and nightmares and so on

Re: too many memories

[(Anonymous)]

It's dumpster three. People still go here.

Leashes

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, that's about the prompt... Anything with Bucky on a leash getting yanked around, basically. More specifically, I have this image of Bucky getting conditioned to obey before they attach the metal arm. They put him in a choke collar and have his remaining hand chained down to his side. His balance is all thrown off because he's still not used to the lack of an arm, so whenever the leash gets yanked he can't help but fall over. Maybe they tie the leash down below his feet, so he's forced to bend over, and then they take turns fucking him like that. But that's just what I'm imagining! Any leash porn would be wonderful, really.

Re: Leashes

[(Anonymous)]

UNF all of this. What is your opinion about an artfill with puppy play elements?

Bucky/Wanda Maximoff, breeding better soldiers

[(Anonymous)]

You know the one thing more useful than a super soldier assassin? A psychic super soldier assassin.
Hydra thinks so anyway, so they send in the Winter Soldier to have sex with Wanda. They don't particularly care if she agrees with the plan.

+ Wanda tries to resist, but the Winter Soldier doesn't have enough personality left to be trapped in his own mind by a "greatest fear" like the Avengers do.
+ Attempts to find out what HYDRA will do with the child by reading the Winter Soldier's mind go similarly - he can't tell what he doesn't know.
+ Other HYDRA agents have attempted to rape Wanda, but she's been able to fight them off before.

Re: Bucky/Wanda Maximoff, breeding better soldiers

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, maybe she's able to make him not penetrate her and instead just come on her crotch from grinding against it?

Bucky/Steve - sex pollen, WS is triggered

[(Anonymous)]

Post-WS, Bucky is slowly recovering. He and Steve are trying to pick up where they left off, but slowly, because Bucky was raped and sex isn't something he's ready for, if he ever will be.

Then Steve gets sex pollened and he knows that if he doesn't get fucked soon, he's going to die. He puts it off for as long as he can, masturbating and hoping he's wrong, but finally he has to tell Bucky/Bucky finds out.

Bucky can't do it though. He just can't. He says no and Steve knows he should go to Sam, but he can't help himself now that it's out there; he pins Bucky down and starts to undress him, apologizing the whole time, but he really can't control himself at all. The threat of danger, of being forced, triggers the soldier. Unlike Bucky, the soldier has no problems with fucking Steve. Steve doesn't realize the change at first, is too relieved to be fucked, but when the Soldier starts to choke him, he knows Bucky is gone again. The Soldier proceeds to rape Steve. Metal arm kink is very much encouraged.

I'm not too particular about the ending, if WS leaves, if Bucky wakes up and they work it out, if he wakes up and runs, if WS brings Steve to what's left of Hyrda, whatever. I just want something crazy traumatic.

Re: Bucky/Steve - sex pollen, WS is triggered

[(Anonymous)]

I love this prompt with my whole heart.

Bucky makes a friend in captivity... Who happens to be HYDRA

[(Anonymous)]

So Bucky falls off a train, looses his arm, and is recaptured by HYDRA. But! he is still a Howling Commando, a fighter, a soldier, etc, and he refuses to give in. HYDRA tortures him, rapes him, pokes him full of needles, but the only thing he'll say is his name, rank, and serial number (or at least, as much of it as he can remember, and goddamn does he work hard to remember).

Then one day, another prisoner gets thrown into Bucky's tiny cell. The other prisoner is some poor kid who looks barely old enough to be at war, with his small frame and big, innocent blue eyes. He can barely even talk through his fear and shyness. Bucky, who has a protective streak a mile wide, immediately tries to take care of this new kid. He's more cooperative when they fuck him, even in front of the kid, demands that they hurt him instead of the kid, and starts eating even less than the meager portions of food he's allowed each day so that he can push extra scraps of bread onto the kid. Bucky's a big guy, he can handle it, but this kid clearly needs all the food he can get.

Eventually, the kid starts opening up to Bucky, and it gets to the point where he admits to having always had a crush on the famous Bucky Barnes, whispered in the shyest, quietest little voice like he thinks Bucky's going to beat the shit out of him and call the guards over. Instead, Bucky ends up sleeping with the kid. And turns out, the kid is amazing in bed. He learns all the places that make Bucky arch and moan and beg, gets Bucky to confess some of the things he used to do with Steve that he loved (or random guys in Brooklyn/the army when he found someone he could trust enough, if Steve/Bucky's not your thing). They fall asleep curled up around each other, with Bucky petting the kid's hair and finally opening up, in a way that he finds very cathartic, about his memories from back home, the hopes and dreams he had for after the war that he never really thought he'd get to see, and all kinds of other little things that he's never really shared with anyone but Steve and the Commandos.

The next morning, he wakes up to find the kid on the other side of the cell bars, wearing a HYDRA uniform and smirking as he thanks Bucky for the promotion he managed to get after his debrief with his superiors that morning.

If you can fit in some aftermath with Bucky being taunted by guards and finally giving up on fighting in the follow-up gangbang, that'd be awesome, but what I'm mostly looking for is the sweet, best-sex-of-his-life even though it happened in a HYDRA prison cell sex that ends up being all a horrible, cruel trick meant solely to break Bucky down.

Re: Bucky makes a friend in captivity... Who happens to be HYDRA

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god - yes. Yes to all of this. This makes me want to cry in the best possible way.

Unprompted drabble - Bucky gets loaned out to Hydra's allies

[(Anonymous)]

I've seen some prompts along the lines of Bucky getting loaned out to various Hydra allies/potential allies for trash purposes, and I wrote a very very short drabble along those lines. Since I don't really plan on going any further with it and it's really mostly pre-trash, it didn't seem quite fair to post it as a fill anywhere. That being said, if anyone wants to continue this idea, they are more than welcome (and encouraged!) to.

Transferred Assets

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks to shinelikethunder for the title!

“Well, aren’t you pretty?”

“Negative.”

Laughter follows the pronouncement, but the Asset is unperturbed. He has no mission today except to obey this stranger. Agreeing with obvious untruths is unnecessary.

Leather shoes squeak polished hardwood as the man draws closer. The Asset remains stock still as he is circled like prey. This small, loud man would be easy to kill. He would probably scream as he died.

That is against mission parameters. For now.

“Do you know my name?” the man asks.

“Negative,” the Asset replies. “That information was deemed irrelevant.”

The laughter returns, bubbling up from the man’s throat like blood. The Asset has a knife against his thigh that would slide perfectly between the man’s thin ribs. His fingers itch at the thought, but they do not twitch.

The wood flooring would be much easier to clean than the rough stone of the walls.

He has his mission. He will obey. He is still.

“I’m deeming it relevant, now,” the man says. There is a smile at the corners of his mouth. The Asset does not see the point of smiling. This is a dreadfully dull mission so far.

The man steps close to him, invading the Asset’s space as he speaks. “By the end of the night, you are going to be screaming the name Zemo.”

The Asset knows an order when he hears one, even one as inexplicable as this. “Acknowledged.”

The next order is much clearer, and also the first of the night to send a chill down the Asset’s spine.

“Strip,” Zemo commands. “But leave the muzzle on.”

Pleasure/shame connection

[(Anonymous)]

Let's break Bucky's dick some more.

Imagine HYDRA conditioning the WS to only get off in humiliating situations. Not pain, just humiliation. Maybe he's only allowed (or even forced) to jerk off when they're done with him and he's got to lick them clean, or kiss their boots, or maybe when they're pissing on him. Whatever -- the more humiliating, the better.

+++ at first it's hard for him, but after some training sessions he gets off on it lit whoa.

If somebody would write this, my ID would be delighted. :>

Re: Pleasure/shame connection

[(Anonymous)]

YYYAAAAASSSSS

Taking control of the metal arm

[(Anonymous)]

I would love some trash where HYDRA takes control of Bucky's arm for trashy purposes. Either using it to restrain him (holding the flesh one), making it jerk him off, choking him, there are a lot of possibilities. Mostly I'm just looking for the feeling of helplessness and violation on Bucky's part. Pre-TWS trash party, post-TWS HYDRA torments him with it remotely, so that even when he's left HYDRA it's not actually over. Whatever floats your moldy-vegetable-and-used-condom boat.

Re: Taking control of the metal arm

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god I want this so badly. Hydra forcing Bucky to jerk himself off with his metal hand????? Great. Hydra forcing Bucky to jerk himself off with his metal hand even after he's escaped from them????? Incredible.

Bad Guys/Steve - strip search

[(Anonymous)]

Steve is captured by bad guys and strip searched, including a rectal search. It isn't overtly sexual, but it's still humiliating.

Post-serum. Sarcastic, defiant Steve please.

Conditioned response

[(Anonymous)]

No matter what Hydra tries, how much they torture him or drug him, Bucky will not let go of his attachment to Steve. They've shown him the articles about Steve's death, tried beating him whenever he mentions Steve's name, but nothing's working. Even when he forgets Steve's name, Bucky won't let go of "the blonde punk he can't let down".

So through any number of witchcraft (technology, drugs, magic, actual witchcraft, the options are many), they bring in a blonde, built guy who's somehow the spitting image of the real Steve. Bucky's thrilled of course, because here's the guy from him memories and he's going to be rescued and everything will be okay now.

Of course, it's not the real Steve. Brutal, humiliating rape follows.

+There are multiple sessions of this, until Bucky is so terrified of "Steve" that even catching a glimpse of the guy is enough to make him start shaking with fear

++Fake Steve humiliating Bucky by laughing at the thought that they'd ever been friends/equals

+++Aftermath potential with real Steve

Re: Conditioned response

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, you know that Ant-Man miid credits scene where Bucky is trapped and brings up his other arm and bows his head to seem smaller when Steve walks in? Add this scenario to that Bucky who can't escape and the fear factor is simply delicious!

Urethral play/torture

[(Anonymous)]

So I just found out that this little device exists

http://www.bbglsexshop.com/product/CNVXR-AE469/stainless-steel-urethral-spreader-cbt-chastity-cage

and I definitely need some trash involving that in my life. Maybe some Hydra tech has a kink and likes playing with the Soldier. Maybe it's a favourite punishment device, especially on not-quite-broken!Bucky who still reacts when they tell him how they'll stretch out his cock and it'll never be the same again.

Re: Urethral play/torture

[(Anonymous)]

I'm adding my vote for punishment on not-quite-broken!Bucky

Unprompted Fill: No Strings at All to Make Me Sad [Gen, human marionettes]

[lauralot]

I have learned that I should not be allowed to watch police procedural shows because what I do is I end up taking every demented thing the criminals do and I turn them to trash party AUs in my head.

Which is exactly what we have here. Ever wanted to read about HYDRA literally puppeteering their enemies for the hell of it? Then here you go.

Re: Unprompted Fill: No Strings at All to Make Me Sad [Gen, human marionettes] [1/1]

[lauralot]

The masks are new.

Rumlow glances over the marionettes. The costumes are all wrong, but that’s to be expected. Combat gear’s too heavy for the puppeteers to work with, and under the harsh stage lights it’d look dull and boring. He has to admit, the costumers have done a decent job of recreating the Avengers’ outfits in the sort of shit figure skaters wear, albeit with added frills and sequins.

The Iron Man armor is the most amusing. It’s so bright and reflective that Rumlow can’t imagine it’ll be anything but blinding at the performance. It’s gaudy enough that even Stark would protest if Stark were still alive to run his mouth.

But that’s the point, isn’t it? To take America’s once beloved heroes and turn them into fools in the public eye. That’s why the masks, otherwise perfect recreations of their faces, are painted with flaming pink blush and blood red lips. It’s not just stage makeup. It’s clownface.

And Rumlow can’t hold back a chuckle.

The choreographer—Claudel, she’d called herself—turns to face him. “Something amusing?”

“You didn’t wear a mask.”

That’s where Pierce got the idea for this little freak show. Some Cirque du Soleil-esque performance that must have been three or four years back. There had been some complication and Brock ended up hauled along as extra security. Even he’d had to marvel at some of the feats on stage. Sure, these guys were in enough makeup to make a whore blush and wearing fucking tights that left nothing to the imagination, but the physicality necessary to pull off this shit was undeniably impressive. Acrobats, contortionists, gymnasts, swimmers, all manner of acts on display.

Claudel, he supposed, was a contortionist. Even now, her act was fresh in his mind. She’d hung from cables like a puppet, dancing in a limp, weightless fashion that straddled the line between engaging and eerie. She’d made it look as though she had no control over her movements, and their box had been close enough to see that her expression was as lifeless as her motions.

She looks exhausted now, circles under her eyes and lines framing her mouth. Rumlow can’t blame her. Everyone’s either sleep-deprived or dead these days. It’s only been a month since Insight launched and Pierce brought about his new world order.

“You could wait,” Rumlow had suggested, standing in the Oval Office. It felt wrong to stand, and he had to fight off the ridiculous compulsion to kneel. But that was what subjects did before a king. And Pierce could call himself President all he wanted, but they all knew democracy was dead. “Let things get a little more settled.”

It seems distasteful to start up the parades before all the dead were in the ground.

Pierce had smiled. “I appreciate your concern, Brock,” he’d replied, but his tone said You stupid child, I’ll humor you. “But it’s important that we project the correct image to the public right away. There’s so much fear and disinformation circulating now. They need to understand that we are here for their benefit, that we don’t want to turn the world into some dismal wasteland.”

He always kept up that better world crap even when no one was around to hear it. Sure, it is a better world with the people on Insight’s list out of the way, but why pretend that this little puppet show is about bettering society? Pierce can talk about bread and circuses all he wants, but this isn’t about soothing the public. It’s gloating, pure and simple.

Rumlow’s not too proud to gloat.

“I’ve been on the stage since I was a child,” Claudel says. “With only a month, we couldn’t teach the new performers to keep the exertion from their faces.”

Behind them, the Winter Soldier’s arms lift, almost floating up to stretch out toward the ceiling. The rest of him follows after, gently rising. The puppeteers must be rehearsing.

He doesn’t miss the irritation in Claudel’s voice. Stupid bitch, he thinks, but without anger. Of course she’s pissed. He’s pissed, running around as Pierce’s errand boy because it turns out that Assistant Secretary of Defense is as meaningless a title as every other position Pierce has handed out. They don’t need plans for defense; just point the helicarriers at anyone acting up.

Though Rumlow has to admit, glancing at Captain America sprawled on the stage, that this particular bit of busywork is worth it.

“We must all be willing to make sacrifices for the good of the new world,” Rumlow says. The standard party line.

“I am glad to do what is necessary,” Claudel answers. The standard response.

“Have there been any other complications?” Rumlow asks. They’re stopped before the Black Widow, and he stares down at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. The eyes behind her mask are darting wildly. Her breathing quickens, though she’s got to be too drugged to recognize him. Maybe that’s her instinctive response to any approach now: a mindless expectation of pain.

“Everything has been sorted, Mr. Secretary,” Claudel says at once. Pierce had made it clear when he commissioned this company that failure would be severely punished. “We’ve found puppeteers capable of maneuvering the weight of Captain America and the Winter Soldier. And now the Black Widow’s forearm is splinted, so we won’t have any more problems with it bending unnaturally during the performance. We’re able to keep them silent on the stage, and we’ve adjusted the choreography so none of our dancers will be hurt if the audience tries throwing things at the war criminals.”

Rumlow nudges the tip of his boot against Romanoff’s ribs. Her sigh is almost inaudible, but it makes his mouth quirk into a smile anyway. It’s the closest she can come to a scream right now.

He can feel Claudel’s eyes on him, seeking his approval. He turns to meet her gaze. “Why are some of them bolted to the wires when the others are strapped in?”

The answer, of course, is that most of the Avengers are dead, and no one cares about the comfort of corpses. Rogers and Romanoff would have been bolted up as well if Pierce didn’t have plans for them once he’s had his fun. It’ll take them long enough to recover from all their dislocated joints as is.

But Rumlow just wants to see if horror crosses the choreographer’s features when he shoves her face in the fact that she’s working with corpses. Wants to see if she’s as numb to the carnage around her as she acts.

Claudel keeps her face still, but she can’t keep the discomfort from her eyes. “We were not sure, when the materials arrived, if the preservatives keeping them limber and intact would also prevent the loss of muscle mass. That’s why we decided on permanent bolts.”

Materials. Rumlow can’t help but snort. That’s cute.

“We’ll be beginning the rehearsal in half an hour, Mr. Secretary, if you’d—” Claudel is saying, but he ignores her, stepping around the marionettes and toward where the Winter Soldier hangs in the air. His limbs are as loose as the corpses’, but his eyes are clear behind his mask, watching Rumlow’s approach. The majority of his weight is held by the harness around his shoulders now, which gives the man the look of an angel with invisible wings.

“You been behaving?” he asks. The Soldier’s the only one who isn’t drugged and injured to make him limp as a ragdoll. This is just another mission for him, that’s all. It’s a piss poor one, going from assassin to sideshow, but this isn’t a world for soldiers anymore. The Winter Soldier will spend the rest of his life as an object of beauty or comfort, on display unless Pierce has need of him again. There are worse fates.

The Soldier hovers there, staring down at him. His nod is small and hesitant. He doesn’t want to disturb his performance with unnecessary movements.

The cables shift and he drifts to the floor, landing lightly as a snowflake. “I am performing within parameters.” His voice is almost inaudible behind the mask’s static lips. The cables are going slack, and he sinks to a sitting position, not seeming to care that his legs are sprawled gracelessly. Painfully, from the look of it.

“He’s very quick to learn,” Claudel says. “Very flexible.”

Like Rumlow doesn’t know that firsthand. He grins at the Soldier. They’re all puppets now. He and the Soldier are just among the privileged ones. “It’s gonna be a full house,” Rumlow tells him. “The whole world is going learn about how you stopped the Avengers and saved everybody. And when they take off that mask at the curtain call, I want you to smile at the audience, got it?”

The Soldier’s nod is stronger now, curt. He’s the only one who doesn’t need silk around his throat to keep his head up. “Understood.”

Still smiling, Rumlow steps back. “Everything’s in order here,” he tells Claudel. “I’ll tell the President that you’re making excellent progress. He’ll be here on opening night, of course.”

The Soldier’s no longer looking at him. Or anything, judging from how blank his eyes are. He’s still, lifeless yet poised, ready to be pulled into motion. To perform any act he’s tugged into. A mindless doll. Really, it’s not that different from what he’s used to.

Rumlow has to kneel down beside Rogers before he goes. He never did get to thank him that little scuffle in the SHIELD elevator. There’s bruising around Rogers’s wrists, just peeking out from under his sleeves. Rumlow assumes that’ll be hidden away with gloves during the performance proper. “Hey, big guy.”

He tugs the mask away. Rogers is pale, his eyes so dark they look bruised as well. His lips are cracked with dehydration, but flecked with spittle nonetheless. Whatever they’re shooting into his body to keep him quiet and docile, it must also make him drool all over himself. Another reason for the masks. Rumlow’s smirking.

“Never thought I’d get to see you back in tights,” he says, running a thumb down Rogers’s cheek. The skin’s still a little yellow, the bruises from his last fight with the Winter Soldier not fully faded.

Rogers, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes seem black, leans toward the touch. His lips move, but there’s no noise.

“It’s a good look for you,” Rumlow says. He strokes Rogers’s face again. There are little pockmarks down his cheeks, where the makeup artists had tried to stitch a smile before they decided on the masks.

“Rumlow?” His voice is raspy, both from thirst and disuse. Rogers is so high right now that he must think Rumlow’s an ally, trying to shift toward him and grimacing when all he manages is to torture himself. “Help me.”

“Just think.” Rumlow leans down, muttering in his ear. “If you’d just stayed in show biz in the first place, you could have been long dead instead of HYDRA’s plaything. And now? As soon as you’re off tour, we’ll be making your mind ours just like your body.”

He grabs the cable connected to Rogers’s wrist, jerking it back and forth to make Rogers wave goodbye. The groan that slips from Rogers’s lips before the mask is snapped back into place? Fuck the performance. That’s true art.

Any reason

[(Anonymous)]

here we go...
HYDRA are always looking for new ways and reasons for punishing the Asset. Eventually, one of them figures out that humiliation works an absolute treat, so they take to punishing poor little Bucky for the most simple things like dropping a knife, or saving a butterfly because somehow he can feel pity. I'm gonna let you guys go wild with this one, just make sure that there's a whole bunch of humiliation in there.

+ if Bucky is with Steve at some point and he makes a mistake and flips the fuck out.
++ if there's a sort of 'dog-shaming' thing that happens.
+++ if Bucky gets a spanking for hiding somewhere after he made a big mistake.

Have fun, trashbabies!

Re: Any reason

[(Anonymous)]

I love the image of the Winter Soldier saving a butterfly.

Parasites

[(Anonymous)]

sO GUESS WHO JUST GOT DONE PLAYING MGSV.

So what I want is pretty much this:
Something happened to Bucky before he was captured by HYDRA that left his internal organs unable to be used, including his lungs. When they find him, they inject him with experimental parasites that provide the same functions as the missing organs, but the parasite will spread if he speaks a certain language. That language being English.
The parasite causes him to breathe through his skin, so the HYDRA fuckfaces decide that it would be funny to toss a blanket over the Asset while he's sleeping, even though his gear leaves him with breathing diffuculty anyway. Also, drowning/water boarding because he also drinks through his skin so he can't be submerged. Once they've had their "fun", they put him under strict orders to not speak English until he gets to Steve and the others, and then send Bucky to somewhere where Steve will be able to find him easily.
+ if Bucky has a sudden change of heart
++++++if something awful happens to Steve, and Bucky is forced to speak English in order to save him.
There are 3 things I want from this... MAKE ME CRY.
Have fun!

Re: Parasites

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, good to know I'm not the only one who sees a lotta parallels between Bucky and Quiet.

Knife Rape

[(Anonymous)]

I don't think I've seen this yet soo...

Knife rape.

Additional ideas:
Maybe Bucky is punished by knife rape- and "rewarded" by rape, so he tries to be good because taking another man up the ass hurts less and can actually sometimes be kind of nice. Maybe if HYDRA is feeling particularly sadistic they'll do both.

Re: Knife Rape

[(Anonymous)]

meep

I love this more than words can say.

Steve-focused secondary trauma trash!

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know if this is the kind of thing that anyone else would be interested in, but here goes!

I'm thinking about a scenario where Steve has some kind of traumatizing incident where Bucky's sexual abuse gets shoved in his face. Maybe he's forced to watch video footage and taunted. Or maybe they rape Bucky in front of him while he's helpless to intervene. Either way, Steve gets truly, super fucked up about this. And, because he's Steve, a) he's terrible at processing the trauma, b) he feels like he's not entitled to his trauma because nothing even happened to him, and c) he wants all the care and energy to go toward Bucky, who's the one who could excusably be in crisis right now.

So basically, give me Steve's honor, stubbornnness, and inability to bleed on people merging into a pure titanium Stiff Upper Lip that keeps his wounds festering and eventually emotionally destroys him. :D

+ I think it would be interesting if either Bucky is so numbed to abuse that he doesn't outwardly display much distress, meaning Steve feels even less entitled to freak out, or alternatively that Bucky actually does spiral into a traumatic catastrophe, so that Steve knows he doesn't deserve to take a moment for his own wellbeing because Bucky's situation is so much more serious

Re: Steve-focused secondary trauma trash!

[(Anonymous)]

Honestly Steve watching rape footage is my jam. It would be double sweet if he somehow *had* to watch it, like to identify someone or something like that.

Steve wondering about Bucky and Pierce.

[(Anonymous)]

Soon after events of The Winter Soldier, Steve, Natasha and Clint raid Alexander Pierce's posh summer house, and in the little hidden safe, right behind family's picture on the wall, Steve found the secret collection of increidbly disturbing pictures. It's pictures of Bucky, but it's not rape or violence. Lover could make pictures like that - Bucky is sleeping, naked, his back is exposed. Bucky is watching rain, or playing with dog, or drinking coffee. He never looks at the camera. Some pictures look like they are twenty-thirdy years old, some of them are new. And Steve just doesn't know what to think. He is going crazy - is it abuse? It must be abuse, because Bucky would've never fall in love with his handler, abuser and rapist. But what if he did? Steve steals the pictures, and just can't stop looking at them over and over and over again. He is jealous, and angry, and sad, and just wants to know the truth. Now it's the most important thing on his mind, more important than Bucky's seventy years of murder and abuse. How he's going to deal with that when he'll finally find Bucky?

an iteration of trash-talking Bucky

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky learns/remembers that his partner -- and I am thrilled with this being Steve, but if someone could make this work with Sam/Bucky I'd love it -- has a massive, insatiable rape kink. Because of Trash (he subconsciously thinks he's kinda obligated? he wants to be everything his partner desires? this is what they used to do and he wants to live up to that?), Bucky takes the initiative to indulge Sam/Steve's fantasies by dirty-talking his rapes to him, maybe also while reenacting. The hitch is that this is actually horrifying and exhausting for Bucky, though he fakes enjoyment with the skill of long experience.

The other hitch is that while yes Sam/Steve has a rape kink, the fact that this all really happened to Bucky makes it thoroughly UNerotic. But he knows he should support Bucky through whatever strange coping mechanisms he needs, so he also grits his teeth and suffers through it.

This could be a long-term adventure or a sexual mishap that gets quickly resolved, but either way + the truth gets discovered when one of them can't take it anymore and freaks out

Re: an iteration of trash-talking Bucky

[(Anonymous)]

Sam please!!

moar hydra wins

[(Anonymous)]

so, this is basically a Bucky recovery prompt, but what I'd like is Bucky trying to recover in a world where he gets away like at the end of CATWS, but Hydra wins. So Bucky, Steve and friends are on the run from the now overwhelmingly powerful Hydra while Bucky tries to deal with Trash Past without any of the safety and with all the very real threat that Hydra could grab him back at any moment. Bucky's still actively dealing with triggers and flashbacks, but he has to confront all of it whether he wants to or not because Hydra keeps coming after them and there's nowhere safe to run. This might edge into Dark Avengers territory a bit, but I'd also like to see Bucky feeling like he has to run the plays Steve calls even though Bucky finds it intensely triggering, because he's still mostly in the mindset of his body's not his own and Shield on the run isn't all that different from Hydra anyway.

+ Bucky has to come face to face with Rumlow, Rollins, Strike et al in the field and is over come by his own un-dealt-with trauma basically incapacitating him in the field and handing a win to Hydra

Re: moar hydra wins

[(Anonymous)]

YESSSSSS seconded so hard