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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FILL: I Can't Remember When 5/6

[(Anonymous)]

He couldn’t stand the hot weight on his back; it made him want to scream, made him want to throw up. No one spoke, though Bucky thought he could hear the sounds of a couple of the STRIKE guys with their hands down their pants. He wondered how anyone could stand to watch what St--the Winter Soldier was doing, much less get off on it.

He was grateful, in a way, that there was no chance of him getting any pleasure out of this. He was too sore, too abused, and it hurt like hell, enough to make tears leak from his eyes, but he could have handled it if it hadn’t been Steve. Steve who was hurting him, Steve who was violating him, and who didn’t care. He gritted his teeth and didn’t let himself sob.

It took longer, the second time. Bucky tried not to compare it to what Steve had been like before, and even mostly succeeded; there were no more affectionate gestures to steel himself against, at least. The Winter Soldier fucked him mechanically, with no evidence of passion or even enjoyment, nothing more than his breathing getting faster with exertion. Bucky concentrated on the ache in his shoulders from the awkward position of his arms. But he couldn’t miss it when the Soldier’s breath caught, and Bucky had to stifle the noise he wanted to make, because he knew that sound, knew it meant that Steve was close, and Jesus he’d thought Steve was dead.

Finally the Soldier’s rhythm faltered into hard, irregular thrusts. Bucky felt the orgasm break out of him and the Soldier ground against him, failing to hold up his own weight for a long moment where there was no sound in the room but harsh breathing, the Soldier’s and Bucky’s both. Then the Winter Soldier shifted, pulling out, standing; Bucky thought about turning over but the Soldier planted one booted foot in the small of his back.

That laugh again, and this time Bucky could identify it: Pierce. Pierce was laughing at him. Without opening his eyes he snarled, “I’ll kill you all, do you understand me? I will kill you.” His aching throat roughened his voice but he didn’t care, the words came out and that was all that mattered.

“That seems ungrateful,” Pierce said, his voice rich with amusement. “After we reunited you with your long-lost lover, too. I was just going to have you killed, but it didn’t seem right for you to die without ever knowing.”

“What the hell did you do to him?” Bucky could not imagine anything that would make Steve do this. Not Steve, never Steve. He could imagine himself very easily; he was the one who’d been able to slit a sentry’s throat from behind and sleep perfectly well after. But not Steve.

“We saved him,” Pierce said. “Which I note is more than the SSR did.”

“If we didn’t find him it was because you found him first.” There hadn’t been many people to spare from the raid on the last base, but Bucky knew Phillips had kept looking for weeks after Bucky himself had gone down with the Valkyrie. It was one of the things Fury had put in the files for him.

“Finders keepers,” said Pierce, and from the tone of his voice Bucky knew he was shrugging. “Soldat: secure him.”

The Winter Soldier had the STRIKE team bring him more handcuffs, heavy ones this time, the metal an inch thick or better. He chained Bucky to the eyebolt again and then just walked out of the cell, taking up his position at Pierce’s shoulder silently.

“We’ll be back in the morning to take you to the roof,” Pierce said. “You can watch the Insight launch.” His smile was broad and charming and so much like Steve’s that Bucky tasted bile. “At least the first few minutes of it.”

“If I ever see you again you’re a dead man,” Bucky said flatly.

“People have told me that before,” Pierce said, and turned away from the bars. Over his shoulder he said, “Have fun, boys.” The Winter Soldier trailed him out of the cell block.

“Alone at last,” said Rumlow, and Bucky bared his teeth.