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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FILL: 95, Not Dead 7/7

[(Anonymous)]

For the first month or so after he got out of the hospital, it wasn't a problem; even Steve's body needed some recovery time after being shot multiple times, stabbed, beaten to a pulp and half-drowned. Between that and the scramble to get things enough in order that he could leave all his responsibilities indefinitely, he didn't have the energy. For a few weeks after that, all he had to do was think of the file, with its dry recitation of horror.

But even horror wears thin, and eventually Steve couldn't ignore the urge anymore. They were in London, and when Sam asked him if he wanted some 'alone time', Steve said yes; Sam had asked before, and it was just now dawning on Steve that exactly this was probably why. His experience with a roommate was limited to Bucky, and they'd never had to discuss it. They'd known each others' schedules well enough, and it hadn't been much of a problem to walk in on each other anyway.

So Sam went out to play tourist for a while, and Steve took to his bed--after making a mental note to spend some more time out of the room himself.

It didn't take much the first time; Steve barely had time to get comfortable before he was shaking and groaning. He was a little embarrassed, even though there was no one but him to see it. He gave himself fifteen minutes to calm down and then set out to do it again. And that was where things went bad.

With the edge taken off, he could think, and he did. He thought of Bucky, which should have been fine except that his thoughts veered from actual memories to one of the damned film clips--thankfully, one of the earlier ones, but Steve's visual memory was still just as clear as it had ever been.

Now that he knew, it was obvious that 70s Man, Bucky, had not been faking reluctance; he hadn't been acting. He'd hated every minute of it. And then Steve thought of the scar on the blond man's thumb, the same scar that had been on Secretary Pierce's hand, old and faded, when Steve shook it; he thought of the pictures of Pierce as a young man.

He didn't have time to make it to the bathroom but fortunately there was a wastebasket near the bed.

*

Bucky looked defeated, and Steve felt a sick twist of recognition. How many times had he watched exactly this? Watched Bucky giving up, because he knew fighting wouldn't help.

"Buck...do you remember me?"

"Your mom's name was Sarah," Bucky said. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." He smiled, just a little, and Steve wanted to hug him at exactly the same moment he didn't dare.

No one was ever going to touch Bucky again without his permission, and that damn well included Steve.

Twice now he'd saved the world and it had cost him Bucky.

This time, the world could find someone else.

He took a deep breath. "You're a wanted man," he said.

Re: FILL: 95, Not Dead 7/7

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky trash ruining Steve's sex life is such a great flavor of htp. Steve not letting himself hug Bucky at the end is sweet and horrible at the same time. This was a really fun fill!

Re: FILL: 95, Not Dead 7/7

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, this is such a great ending. I love how restrained and yet painfully trashy everything is.