hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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(A!A) Either bi or pan, I think. There will be more glimpses of their history later. I have such ideas!

(A!A) Darn, I was just about to time skip but now I'm having ideas for the debrief. And Rumlow telling Steve more info about what's expected of a handler. :-(

Not sure if I'll go there or continue on with the jump ahead. I'm getting impatient to see Steve trying to get used to being a full fledged handler. So many terrible things.

Thanks!

(A!A) That Rumlow line was one of the very first things I wrote for this. I'm happy you appreciated it. Those were my thoughts exactly. :-)

“You did the best you could, Steve,” Natasha told him. It was about the twentieth time she’d said the words. They didn’t make much more sense to him than they had the first time.

“But I…” He was going to be sick again, he just knew it. His gorge rose and he bent over the ceramic basin but nothing came out.

She pressed herself more fully into his side and rubbed between his neck and shoulder. He was so grateful for her presence.

He’d thrown up everything in his stomach when he’d finally made it home after the mission. He’d barely kept down anything since. As per their established protocols, he hadn’t attempted to contact anyone at SHIELD outside STRIKE for over two days. Then he’d gone to the museum. Most public places had at least one private bathroom. Natasha Romanoff had already been there, sitting on a chair under a cabinet of cleaning supplies. He didn’t bother to ask if anyone had seen her come in. She didn’t ask him anything at all, just got up and hugged him, ignoring his initial flinch.

He told her everything. Almost everything. Enough. She didn’t need to heard every detail now indelibly seared into his brain by the serum.

“It was smart of them to keep you there that long. Whatever the Soldier gave you will be long since metabolized,” she mused. “From what you’ve said, it wore off in less than ten minutes anyway.”

She was right, of course. Not that the realization he’d been drugged when he’d given in was much comfort. But it did explain how disconnected he’d felt and how easily confused and persuaded he’d been.

It didn’t explain how he’d enjoyed it. And even before, in the shower…

God he felt dirty. No, like he was dirt. Scum.

“Steve. They want you to doubt yourself. This is part of their plan for you. You doubt yourself. You doubt SHIELD. You go to Rumlow or Pierce for answers. They sway you to HYDRA, bit by bit. You did the best you could. In this job, sometimes to succeed, you have to fail. A large part of what I do is get caught and questioned. People will reveal a lot about themselves when they believe they have the upper hand. They reveal more when they believe they’ve won. Your job as an intelligence operative is to manage the situation so you survive to share what you learn.”

“I underestimated Rumlow,” Steve admitted. “I forgot that the asset is an enemy operative, not just a victim.”

“You won’t forget the next time,” she told him.

Steve drew in a shaky breath. “No,” he said. “I won’t.”

The Winter Soldier’s life was divided into two areas, like Pierce had said. He’d said instrument and object, but Rumlow had described the division less horribly as Missions and Maintenance. These could be further broken down into four main things handler had to supervise and assist, to make sure the asset stayed under control.

Missions. Training. Conditioning. Tech.

Missions and training, Steve could handle. He didn’t doubt his ability to command the asset in the field. He was almost looking forward to seeing what they could do together. Missions were what would get him through. Training might be tough, but he had an advantage over previous handlers because he was a supersoldier too.

Conditioning was already giving him nightmares. They hadn’t even made him participate in punishing the asset yet. He knew that was coming. Rumlow had said as much. Order through pain and all that. Punishments for himself too eventually, no doubt, because Steve had to draw the line at fucking him. He’d already given in on oral, but that would be as far as he’d let himself go. HYDRA would just have to deal with that. They wanted him? Fine. But that meant he was valuable. It gave him power. They’d have to learn to compromise. Horrible as it was, he’d sooner beat the asset than rape him.

Tech, Rumlow had told him he’d be introduced to sometime in the next month and that the most important thing was to keep everyone calm and try not to react to anything he saw or ask too many questions. He wasn’t sure what to think about that. It didn’t sound very good.

But Steve was committed. And he did want to win enough trust to get the asset alone. To get answers. He wanted to be trusted enough to be able to ask about the Barnes Protocols. To be able to say, “Convince me you’re Bucky Barnes” and finally settle the question. He hated the limbo he was stuck in, unable to fully believe either argument.

He needed to know if he could save Bucky. He needed to know how to save the Winter Soldier.

But those were his own goals. First, he needed to join HYDRA. What a thought. It still made things clench tight and painful in his chest.

“I did the best I could,” he repeated, wincing as he tested the words. He still couldn’t believe them fully. “I haven’t failed.”

“No,” she promised, patting his back. “You’ve actually done really well, Steve. You haven’t lost who you are. You’ve only done what was necessary. They’re hooked. I wish I could say it will get easier, but you’re doing well.”

Steve wiped his mouth and stood up. “HYDRA’s always been arrogant. Even back in the war, they wanted to turn me.”

“And that will be their downfall.”

I love the way you write Natasha, and her and Steve's interactions.

God he felt dirty. No, like he was dirt. Scum.

Oh Steve.

Also, I cannot wait for Steve to witness one of the Asset's brainwipes for the first time. Holy shit.

(A!A) Thanks! :-D

They won't jump straight to expecting Steve to stand by and watch the wipe. He's not ready yet. But there will be plenty of tech unpleasantness first to introduce the idea.

AUGH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC <3 <3 <3

“But the mission is still in progress,” the Winter Soldier says uncertainly when Brock orders him to take his pants off and get into the bedroll. The asset remembers he’s not supposed to comply with recreational use on these sorts of missions. He’s supposed to report to a superior if anyone is stupid enough to try it. Brock is confusing him. He’d feel bad about that, but he really wants to get some rest before the second part of the mission. He already doesn’t expect to sleep soundly. The asset doesn’t usually share sleeping accommodations with anyone. When possible, he’s not supposed to sleep away from base and the machines that keep him under control. He doesn’t sleep easy and he often wakes violently.

The asset’s eyes dart around the room, seeking out the shadowy corners and evaluating the potential dangers represented by the various doors and windows. His eyebrows scrunch and relax as he runs scenarios in his head. Rumlow hopes he’s thinking up ways to defend the space and not calculating the fastest options for killing the team and making a break for it. He doesn’t expect the asset would act on those calculations but sometimes those scenarios spin off in disturbing directions.

The thing about the asset is that he doesn’t know why he can’t calm down. He never really remembers what he needs until they put something inside him. It’s then that he relaxes, passive and, if nothing else happens, as close to content as he’s ever seen the Winter Soldier.

“Maintenance, not recreation,” he tells him. “Now comply already. I’m not telling you again.”

The stupid mind-wiped thing probably needs soothing now. What a goddamn nightmare. He is so glad he sent Murphy out with Mercer for a walk of the perimeter and put Westfahl on first watch outside for his fuck up.

“Yes, Commander.” The asset finally does as ordered, lying on his side with the metal arm under his head.

When Rumlow uncaps a travel-size tube of petroleum jelly, the asset twitches. Like he wasn’t jumpy enough before. “Easy, Soldier,” he murmurs. At least the vaseline won’t have the sex associations of the medical-grade lube usually used on him. “This is uncomfortable for both of us and it might feel like the start of recreational use but it’s just maintenance. You need it to calm down so we can both get some fucking rest.”

Rollins snickers at him from the bunk he’s taken across the cabin. Brock hates him so much but not as much as he currently hates Westfahl.

Bad choice of words. “So we can get some rest. No fucking.”

They’d already be done with this if they had the asset’s purpose-designed pacifier. He’s conditioned to just bend over and take that without question.

Awkwardly, he pats the asset’s side. He’s tense, still trying to track everything going on around them. Thinking too hard. Rumlow slides his hand lower, to his ass and he freezes. “Relax, Soldier,” Rumlow soothes. “Might be a bit uncomfortable but I’m not going to hurt you. Just let me in.”

Muffled laughter has the asset tensing up all over again just before Rumlow gets a finger in him.

“Shut the fuck up already,” he snarls at Jack’s shaking back. “Didn’t hear you volunteering.” Rollins shuts the fuck up.

“S...Sir?” the asset whispers, craning his head to try to see what’s going on. The poor thing sounds so confused. Rumlow really doesn’t want to end up broken in half by a panicked supersoldier.

“Easy,” he says and breaches him slowly and carefully.

There’s a moment of resistance as he works the finger in but then the asset relaxes and goes loose and boneless. Rumlow works another finger in and stretches him open before giving him his well-lubricated dick. They don’t have to be that careful with him when they’re fucking him, but he doesn’t want to have to explain any injuries after this. Any injuries to either of them. “See, that’s not so bad, is it now?” he murmurs, smoothing his hand up the Winter Soldier’s side as he gets the last inch of his dick inside him. The asset breathes slowly and evenly, not even lifting his head as he nods. His body remembers this. He’ll stand down now. He can check out and drift. His only duty is to let Rumlow fill him.

The asset is tight. Almost uncomfortable. He’d loosen up quickly if Rumlow could fuck him but that’s not what they’re doing tonight. Brock wouldn’t have made it as far as he has in Hydra if he had objections to fucking the Winter Soldier, but there’s a time and place and this is not the time or the place. He grinds into him as much as he dares, just enough to get a little more comfortable, before settling down behind him and covering them both. Fuck, he wants to move. He also wants to sleep. This position is just as frustrating as he knew it would be, but keeping his fingers in the asset’s ass all night just isn’t feasible.

“Rest, Soldier,” he orders. “Don’t sleep.” The last thing he wants is for the asset to freak out in the night.

“Yes, Commander,” the asset says languidly.

The grip he has on Brock’s dick is relaxes slowly as they each try to find a better position. He’s not the only one uncomfortable. The asset shifts a little when Murphy and Mercer return. Brock grits his teeth as the slick heat flexes around him and his dick twitches inside the Winter Soldier’s ass. He doesn’t want to fuck him. If only their bodies would get the memo already.

“Everything okay, Commander?” Mercer asks knowingly as he struggles not to move his hips.

He flips her off with his un-lubed hand.

Murphy looks confused but Rumlow isn’t about to explain why he’s sharing with the asset. He’d probably just complain about the vaseline but it’s not Brock’s fault natural oils tend to have such strong scents or that all they have with them is petroleum jelly. Elite agents of Hydra shouldn’t go around smelling like coconut anyway. Apart from not being stealthy, it’s just not right.

“Go the fuck to sleep. Rollins has next watch,” he snaps, shutting down any protest with a glare.

The Winter Soldier sighs and wiggles. Brock struggles not to groan with frustration.

I enjoyed this way more than I should.

An argument could be made that you've just summed up the whole meme.

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AA: I don't know, anon. I looked up the bottle and I think it's the wrong shape and size to

Oh.

What do you think, OP?

AA: Thanks! Not sure why you shouldn't enjoy it, but maybe I've been wading in trash for too long.

Natasha is so perfectly characterized here.

I like their protocol for meeting in the private bathroom in a public venue. Very smart.

(A!A) Thanks!

(A!A) Happy you think so!

HHHHHhhhhhhng! I just binged the whole thing today, and I'm DYING. This is so terrible and great. You've orchestrated the scenario for maximum twisted. I want Steve to get the asset out of there so fast, but I know this is going to be a grueling long-haul.

"They hadn’t even made him participate in punishing the asset yet. He knew that was coming."

Oh my gooooood! I'm fascinated by what you've done so far, and can't wait to see where you take it.

Love this. Fuckin love this

^this shit right here is gold.

Ooh, love that last line, birth of the trash parties.
I want this too senpais.

I need some torture focusing on feet. Preferably Brock, Jack or Asset.

Amazing. Thank you anon. Here, have some chicken wires as payment.

Steve should kill the girls. Of course, that'd make him dark good guys

(A!A) Thank you, thank you!

And yes, grueling long-haul is right. Is there a max number of parts/fill on the meme? Because I worry I might exceed it if there is.

;-D

You fill to your heart's content!

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