Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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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.

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

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Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

Stark flew them to South Dakota. The plane had tiny private cabins; Sam retreated to one before they even took off. Truth be told, he hated flying in a plane, and he needed some time alone.

That plan went pretty well for about fifteen minutes before someone tapped on the door. He yanked it open hard enough to almost override the friction stops to find Natasha standing outside. "Can I come in?"

"Can I stop you?"

"Yes," she said with a shrug.

Sam sighed. "Then yeah, you can come in." The cabin was just big enough for a bed and a chair; he turned and sat back down on the former. Natasha shut the door behind her and sat in the chair, her legs curled neatly under her like a cat. She looked like a graduate student in her jeans and short jacket. The arrow necklace glinted at her throat.

"So?" he asked.

"I thought you might appreciate it if someone else was camp counselor for a little while," she said. "This is the best chance we're likely to get."

"Camp counselor?"

"You spend a lot of time keeping people on task, managing them," she said. "That's not a bad thing--in fact it's very useful, especially on an op like this, where we're personally involved. If we let our emotions take over, someone's going to screw something up, and it'll probably be fatal." She tilted her head and made an airy gesture. "But it's not easy to maintain without a break."

"So you thought you'd offer to let me cry on your shoulder."

She smiled. "I thought you might try to punch me, actually."

Sam huffed and said, "Woman, do I look stupid to you?" The smile twisted into a smirk.

They sat in silence for a few seconds, listening to the hum of the engines.

"It makes me sick," Sam said finally. "And not just...I mean, I like Steve. I followed him into a damn crazy scheme because it needed to be done, because he said it was the right thing to do, but it's not just that he's Captain America, you know? It's not just that he's a good guy. The thought of Hydra turning that snarky bastard into something like Barnes, it makes me sick."

"But that's not all, is it?"

"I'm supposed to say Gabe Jones was my favorite Howling Commando," Sam said, letting the words fall into the quiet. "And don't get me wrong, brother was awesome. And everyone respected the Captain. But Bucky Barnes was the one I wanted to be. He was the one who always had Cap's back." Natasha nodded. "Even if he comes out of this alive, I don't see how he'll ever be okay again. And I am saying this in my professional capacity, Natasha: I don't even know where to start. He told me he'll kill Steve to keep him from ending up like him. What do I do with that? Seventy years. Seventy years. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I'm just a guy who jumps out of perfectly good airplanes." He knuckled his eyes, but he knew she'd seen the tears. "I don't think there's any way to come back from that, and if he can't..."

"Before I went to work for SHIELD I did a lot of things that can't be forgiven," Natasha said. "I came back from that, because someone made me want to. Barnes wants to."

"I don't know if wanting to's enough," Sam said, hearing despair in his own voice.

"His chances are better with you than without you," said Natasha.

*

They suited up well out of range of the place, an industrial park that had seen better days in the suburbs outside of Sioux Falls. Stark presented Sam with a backpack, with the admonition that it wasn't "the awesome one", just a replica of the old one "so don't get used to it." The Iron Man suit was even cooler in real life than on TV, which Sam wouldn't have believed possible.

Half a mile out, Stark's voice came over the coms. "So I don't want to alarm you guys," he said, in an offhand way that didn't hide concern, "but either someone in there has jamming good enough to jam me without me being able to tell." He took a deep breath. "Or there's no one there."

*

Barnes stood next to the computer on the rolling table with an expression on his face that Sam would call 'glaring' if he didn't know that was what the guy looked like pretty much all the time. "The chair was there," he said, with a flick of a gesture at the bolt-holes in the floor. "Steve was here." Without warning he hauled back his metal fist and punched it through the monitor.

Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

Shit, they're not gonna find Steve for a while, are they? :(

Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

OH MY GOD OW

Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

No no no no no