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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Re: Tainted Touch 6a/? (a.k.a. Bucky's broken dick, Natasha strapon version.)

[(Anonymous)]

I still don't know what I'm doing, and this chapter turned out more narrative than trashy, though I promise it goes full trash mode again in the next chapters.

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It was the sort of dreary day that most people use as an excuse to stay in. The rest of the team had decided to do some R&R together. They never found it strange if she did not participate, and she had not been part of the decision making process for activities, but Natasha decided she could at least attempt to show her face. Rogers, apparently, was doing "movie night" except that movie night started at 2 p.m. already. Steve had finally decided to see Star Wars, and Tony had suggested they'd make it a marathon, and that was it.

Sam was showing tacky 80's trailers on Youtube as "previews" and she was only half watching that, decrypting potentially interesting intel on her tablet instead. Nobody commented on it, and she sort of liked this, to sit here lazily with her friends, doing not much at all. Next to her, Wanda was sitting leisurely, genuinely enjoying the trailers, sometimes commenting on how bad the were. Vision was on Wanda's other side - still looking rather strange in civilian clothes - cocking his head at most of the things on screen, as if it was the most bizarre thing he had yet come across. Steve was sitting on the other far end of the 4-seater, sporting the sort of amazed smile a 5-year-old would have.

Tony an Rhodes had a two-seater on the side, and Tony brought a huge bucket of popcorn, and commented on how they really should redo the original trilogy in 3D, which earned him an angry glare from Sam, who had the other 2-seater all for himself, and was sprawled over it completely. Clint said he couldn't make it, something about a road trip with his family, and she understood - but she did miss him.

Barnes was suspiciously absent. She was aware that things between him and Stark were tense, but as far as she knew, he was invited as long as Steve was there, too.
She already decided she would not ponder on it when he walked in, just barely after the beginning credits of the actual movie started rolling.

So, he did want to participate. He probably just wanted to avoid the awkwardness of pleasantries that came before.

He entered quietly, like an assassin would, and she was the first to notice him entering, which gave her a few moments to try and read him. He actually looked quite good - clean shaven, with freshly washed hair. He was wearing a blue jacket, blue jeans and a black shirt. She noticed that, unlike Steve, he always wore his shirts a little too large, and she wondered if that was on purpose, if he was deliberately hiding himself from prying eyes.

He seemed to be holding it together on the surface, but the black circles under his eyes told a different story.

"Hey, nice you could make it," she said. That made Steve look and damn, his face lit up like a sunrise on a summer morning.

"Bucky, you came."

Barnes smiled, too, but it was sad and tired - though he was trying very much to be pleasant, she could tell. And maybe this was enough, maybe this was what it really was all about: these little slivers of happiness, however fleeting - they were worth fighting for. If not, then all the killing aliens and bad guys didn't matter one bit.

Sam scooted over somewhat reluctantly to make room for him, but Bucky politely declined, and sat down on the floor, close to Steve's feet.

"Are you sure that's comfortable?" Steve asked.

Bucky just nodded, and leaned against the couch. She wondered if he was even aware what he was doing, expressing this mix of independence and still feeling the need to heel, to have a handler, to be told what to do.

Her eyes crossed with Wilson and she knew he realized too, and they just looked at eachother in silent acknowledgement.

Barnes must have noticed a tension, because he looked at her, drawing himself more into that too-large shirt, crossing his arm protectively, but still trying to smile at her.

She leaned over, looking away from her tablet.

"You'll love this. Steve told me you like futuristic stuff, right?"

"Used to, long ago. Thanks for having me here."

Even Tony made a sort of hand-wavy motion after that, signifying he was okay with Barnes' presence here.

Bucky seemed more at ease after that, and about a fourth into the film she could see he had really gotten into it. For a short, precious time, all of it was gone - the Winter Soldier programming, the desperate need for guilty pleasure. He even laughed a few times - genuine and heartfelt -and looked on with eyes full of wonder.

For a moment that stung. This was what she'd be taking away from him, this person slowly returning to being comfortable in his own skin again. And in exchange he'd get - what? A few seconds of sad release? The smile he had on his face now would never be for her, never for what they did.

After the first movie ended, she went to the kitchen to get some drinks. When she turned from the fridge, Sam was standing behind her. He was getting better at this stealth thing.

"You saw that,too, right? I'm not imagining things?"

She took a deep breath. "You're not."

"Should we be worried?"

"I don't think he's a threat, if that's what you mean."

"Steve said you're talking to him. I'm guessing it's not exactly approved therapy?"

She gritted her teeth.She really did not want to have this conversation right now and she sort of resented Rogers for passing the info on. Sure,he meant well, but this level of busybodying annoyed her.

She took hold of Sam's arm and pulled him close, making sure no-one else could hear. "It's not. But it might help. And for crying out loud, tell Rogers to stop telling everyone and their Mom. I know he has good intentions, but Barnes is an adult".

"Hey, wait, did you just imply I'm Team Mom?"

"Sam...I'm serious."

He held up his hands as if in supplication. "Okay...just, let us know if we need to know."

"Can't promise you that, either, Sam. You could try asking him, you know.

Sam looked at her, almost suspiciously. "When did you get so protective of other people's secrets?"

"Since he trusts me, apparently." She sighed. "Might not be the brightest match in the box, that boy."

It was Steve who walked in on that. "Gossiping about me, Nat?"

"Sure am. I was just telling Sam here how you're oblivious to all the girls who like you."

Barnes, as expected, was not far behind. "It's comforting to know that some things never change, at least." He was teasing, obviously, and patted Steve on the shoulder affectionately. He looked at her with a sort of weary resignation and forced a smile.

Steve took a beer. She didn't know why he even bothered. It's not like he got drunk from the stuff, and American ale was hardly worth it for the taste, as far as she was concerned. still, he and Sam took a six-pack back to the living room and she was left alone with Barnes.

"Thought you might have called me by now," he said after a few moment of pause. There was something about his demeanor that reminded her of a teenage boy being turned down by a potential prom date. Not that she had much experience with that part of American culture, mind you.

"I will. Just wanted to get some things ready. Why, can't wait to get into my pants?"

He shuffled and hung his head a bit; not quite the reaction she expected. "It's just...I get anxious not knowing when. It might help me to know, so I can focus on other things. Steve's even talking about maybe letting me try and be on the team. So, if you'd be so kind? Please?

He was looking around nervously, worried that someone might have overheard them - but she was quite sure everyone was out of earshot.

The look on his face was downright miserable, and the last please sounded more like begging than as a request. Dammit, he really was going to hate this, wasn't he? Even if it was her and not a stranger in a torture dungeon.

She took a deep breath. "Look, I'm only just figuring this out myself. I'm sorry that I made it harder for you, but you need to tell me these things".

"There is nothing to be sorry about. It is your prerogative as my ha...my Mistress. I am asking a favor. It will beg for it properly if it pleases you. Would you like me to get on my knees?"

For a moment she thought he might kneel down right here and right now, but to his credit he never seemed to forget there were others there. This was a mess, though. They hadn't even properly started and already if was getting out of hand. She had chosen not to be overly controlling, not wanting their arrangement to affect the rest of his life - but in letting him be free, she had caused him more distress.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," she finally said, "Today, we're just going to hang out here. Be sociable. Or try, at least. You don't have to worry".

It truly looked like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulder immediately - his body released tension, shoulders slouching, face relaxed.

"Thank you, " he said like it was something she was responsible for.

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but she saw him cutting off a train of thought in his mind.

"Steve's happy," he said instead, and there was a gentleness to his voice now, almost wistful, that had not been there before.

"How about you?"

"I liked the movie,"he replied while avoiding her eyes. "Everyone's nice," he added.

That obviously wasn't an actual answer to her question, and they both knew it.

She considered an idea, and almost as quickly as it came up, she decided for it. She took a small black book from her pocket. It was a good old-fashioned calendar. Some days were marked with an X, accompanied by initials or codes for people and places. It would probably not make sense to anyone but her, unless they really tried to crack it. She opened it on this week's page and handed it to Barnes. He looked at it curiously.

"Never figured you to be the low-tech kind."

"Those are the appointments not even the Avengers know about. Can't hack a notebook. They can try to pry it from my dead body, but they'll have to work for that."

Her words made him change his grip on it. He was touching it reverently now, like she had just handed him some country's crown jewels.

"This is precious to you. Why are you giving me this?"

"Pick a free date," she instructed as she handed him a pen. He still looked like he was not quite sure about this. To be honest, neither was she. At this point, she didn't know if trying to give him more control was making it better or worse, but she needed to at least have the illusion of his free will, for her own conscience if nothing else.

"I'm not sure I understand," he stammered.

"You choose when we do what we do. That way you know the time and place, and you don't need to be anxious."

He looked like he was about to cry. "But...I don't get to choose. That's not how it works."

"It's how it works now."

He held the pen in his flesh-and-blood hand. He moved it closer to the paper, then looked up at her for permission. "To...tomorrow? Is that okay?"

"If it says it's free, it's free."

He scribbled something down, then handed the book back to her. The letters J.B.B. were written on tomorrow's date in neat cursive.

"I'd just like to get it over with," he said. If she had ever been under the illusion it would not be so bad for him, she was now cured of it.

"You don't have to, you know. You could still change you mind."

"You could," he replied. "I don't have that luxury".

She wanted to say something, but Steve peeked in then, announcing they were ready for the second film. Barnes did seem more relaxed now, and when Sam started passing around chips, he even leaned in and offered the bowl to her.

It went well for a while, and she went back to absent-mindedly doing some work, while alternating watching pieces of the film and observing her friends' reactions to it.

Then the film got towards its ending, and it hit her mere seconds before what that actually entailed . She wanted to say something, but it was like watching an accident in slow motion, and how the hell did none of them realize before?

The moment Darth Vader's lightsaber swung to cut off Luke's hand, she could hear a sharp intake of air, and she saw Bucky visibly flinch as his own hand flung to his shoulder. He must have jerked against Steve's leg, because Steve's expression was instantly that of worry.

"I'm sorry, I need a moment," Bucky managed as he all but fled into the adjacent room.

"Really, guys?" Steve said. "One of you could have told me". He was throwing accusing glances at Sam and Tony particularly, and the latter just shrugged.

Natasha scraped her throat. "Steve." She got up and put her hand on his arm. "We forget sometimes. We try." She motioned to the door with her head. "Go after him. Give him a hug, or whatever you guys do." Steve looked like he was about to protest, but then disappeared after Bucky.

This...this was not her part to play, but if she could steer people in the right direction...

She remained in front of the paused TV screen, sharing an awkward silence with the others.

"Is he okay?" Wanda asked with a small voice, but no-one really replied her, Sam just sort of shook his head."Who even knows?"

Barnes re-emerged maybe 15 minutes later, eyes red and expression guilty. "I'm sorry for ruining movie night," he said. It was one of those things that was awkward for everyone - really there was no need for apologies, but nobody really knew what to do or say. Rogers had his hand on Barnes' shoulder, and that did seem to ground him, but all in all the evening wasn't really going to be salvaged.

"Hey, you know, three movies is more than is good for my attention span anyway," she ended up saying. "Say what, next time we do movie night at my place. I pick the film." Tony made a sound of protest, but she threw him a stern glance, before returning her attention to Barnes. "I'm putting you and Steve in charge of snacks." That made him smile, at least.

She took her leave not long after; she was never much one for awkward situations. Might as well get some things ready for tomorrow, if she wasn't doing any social bonding.

She hadn't even reached her car yet before she felt her phone stir. The message was from Barnes, and it simply read "THANK YOU", not even specifying why or for what, but she could live with that. Maybe if she tried, she could get this right.

Re: Tainted Touch 6a/? (a.k.a. Bucky's broken dick, Natasha strapon version.)

[(Anonymous)]

" The smile he had on his face now would never be for her, never for what they did."

I am loving this.

Re: Tainted Touch 6a/? (a.k.a. Bucky's broken dick, Natasha strapon version.)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you <3