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

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When Wanda and her brother were still signed up with Strucker, and just after Wanda started to display extreme power under the scepter's influence, HYDRA decided to try breeding themselves a very powerful asset to train from birth as an assassin.

Naturally, HYDRA chose their super soldier as the ideal candidate for the part of the bull, and the Soldier is given instructions to fuck Wanda while she's drugged unconscious, with the intent to impregnate her.

This can be repeated on multiple occasions as they try and fail to get Wanda pregnant.

Years later, the two meet again on Team Cap.

Wanda doesn't remember what happened. Bucky does, and he's torn about whether to say anything or pretend it never happened.

Give me all the delicious guilt.

I love this so much. Especially how it wants the chair!!

I looooved this update, though I do feel like Steve should be near not taking this shit anymore at this point.

(A!A) Thanks!

(A!A) I think you feel that way for good reason, anon. ;-)

During the year or so Bucky spends running after he breaks free from HYDRA, he decides he needs to get tested for STDs.

Easier said than done.

Aside from the potentially triggering procedures of having his blood drawn and letting a gloved medical technician handle his genitals, he also has to avoid cameras and ensure that the medical clinic is not a front for HYDRA and that his biological samples won't be screened and flagged for super-soldier serum, betraying his location.

All the while he questions himself whether the information is even worth having. He can't imagine inviting anyone to touch his dirty body and his bloody soul.

I kind of absolutely love this prompt, OP. Good job.

I really like throughout the story how he always has the bear in his right hand, like he has to hold it with that hand cause then he can feel that it's soft and it was probably the only soft thing he had in his life for sixty years.

diff!anon

...;A; I didn't notice this while reading and now my heart is hurting ;A;

This is amazing and I look forward to see what happens!

this is so freaking good! the way you write it is hot and sweet <3

“Hey, Buck,” Steve prodded softly. “You good? Need more?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Bucky said, relaxed and content. “I’m good.”

Steve automatically began to maneuver Bucky up the bed to tuck him in, a feat made more difficult with Bucky’s arms squeezing underneath his armpits. Then Steve remembered they were in his bed, not Bucky’s.

“You, uh, wanna stay the night?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, sounding surprised that Steve needed to ask. “If that’s okay?”

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Course it’s okay.”

Once he’d gotten Bucky under the blankets, Steve hesitated. He didn’t want to assume, and he didn’t know how to ask. He was still unbearably hard, and he resisted the urge to adjust himself.

“C’mere.”

Bucky solved his dilemma. He pulled Steve down on top of him, kissing him as he struggled to bring the blankets over both of them. When that was accomplished, his right hand found its way down the front of Steve’s sweatpants. Steve pulled his mouth from Bucky’s with a moan of longing.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” there was a hint of annoyance in Bucky’s voice. “Not promising you any more than that time behind the school after I’d just turned seventeen, but- ”

Steve remembered. Their first time, hurriedly jerking each other off after school. Roaming hands and kissing in the tall bushes. Gasping for breath, and angrily dismissing Bucky’s concerns because all he wanted was more-

Bucky was stroking him again. Steve had just enough blood left in his brain to remember to reciprocate. He palmed Bucky through his sweatpants, and Bucky closed his eyes with a blissful sigh. Steve brought his hand down the front of Bucky’s sweatpants and pulled him out through the fly of his boxers into the air. He grappled behind him for the lotion on his bedside table and poured a generous amount into Bucky’s hand before doing the same for himself. Both men rolled on their sides, facing each other, slipping their sweatpants down around their thighs.

It had been so long since anyone had touched Steve like this. Steve and Bucky rocked back and forth, gasping, moaning, as they slid their fists up and down the other’s sensitive flesh. Steve came first, his body sparking with the pleasure emanating from between his legs. As he shuddered and groaned, Bucky held him closer, whispering in his ear as he pumped out the last of Steve’s essence.

“You’re good, too, Stevie. Don’t you ever forget how good you are.”

He was rocking Steve slightly, and Steve let the pleasure overwhelm him. When he could think again, when he could move again, he finished Bucky off with his slick fist and reveled in Bucky’s noises when he went over the edge. Bucky grunted, high, nearly surprised, and Steve felt Bucky’s release coat his hand.

“Fuck,” Bucky rolled over on his back, panting. “Fuck.”

Steve laughed and rolled on top of Bucky, kissing him, letting their sweat and semen mingle over their flushed bodies. They showered together after they’d regained their faculties, and Steve changed the sheets in his bed while teasing Bucky about how long it was taking for him to dry his hair. Bucky got on the right side of the newly made bed, muttering about how Steve was just jealous that he couldn’t pull off the look, and Steve went to turn off the lights. He paused, looking at the discarded toy on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“What is it?”

Bucky sat up as Steve picked up the other Steve. It wasn’t so hateful, Steve thought. It seemed sad.

“Don’t judge me,” Steve said as Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Steve’s kinda grown on me.”

Bucky’s eyebrow went higher. Steve turned the lights off and joined him in the bed, placing the bear beside him on the left side where it wasn’t touching Bucky.

“They gave it to me to control me,” Bucky said after a long pause. “But it was the only soft thing I’ve had in my life, since- ”

Steve’s heart lurched. Slowly, he put the bear between them, underneath the blankets. He heard Bucky sigh, half-content, half-ashamed.

“I don’t need it like I used to. But- but I- ”

“I want it here, too.”

Steve finished for him as he rolled over to spoon Bucky from behind, pressing the bear between them.

OP: I just need to say that I love everything about this. I like how Bucky is then rocking Steve and telling him how good he is (cause, come on, Steve needs that too) and I love Steve's admission at the end - that the bear had grown on him. Especially the "It wasn’t so hateful, Steve thought. It seemed sad." Yes. I am here for grown men having emotions over stuffed animals. And I'm glad Bucky admitted to still wanting the bear a little, even though he no longer needs it. I love him realizing he gets to want things now, not just need things.
I also like how Steve didn't realize he was tucking Bucky into his bed until he'd already done it.

This is all great. Thanks again for filling my prompt. Your fic is so good.

OP Again cause I thought of more things I want to say,
I like the juxtaposition between this scene and Bucky's near-rape the last time he was little. Like before he was crying and exposed and unwilling and unable to stop it, but this time there is consent and they're both under the covers and even mostly clothed and checking in with each other. It's so great.

(AA) Thanks to everyone who stuck with this story, even as it went places I didn't originally see it going. Thanks especially to you, OP, for the great prompt and the continual encouragement!
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It was the morning after an intensive mission, and the Avengers compound was buzzing with the remaining tension. It had been Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Clint on duty, and they now sat in the TV room after their secondary team debriefing.

“Give it here, James.”

Bucky currently had possession of the remote and had the television tuned to a marathon of How the Universe Works on the Science Channel. A new episode had just started. They’d already watched four.

“C’mon, Barnes, hand it over!”

Steve didn’t really care what they watched, although some of the images of shining galaxies reminded him horribly of the Tesseract. Clint had also expressed no opinion on the entertainment, but Sam and Nat were insistent that they blow off some steam with a bad action movie. Bucky handed the remote to Nat, glaring comically at Sam. Nat high-fived Sam, flipped to a movie channel, and started up John Wick: Chapter 2.

“I haven’t even seen the first one,” Bucky grumbled.

“You’ll catch up quick, smart guy like you,” Sam assured him sarcastically.

“Does the dog die in this one, too?”

Clint chimed in for the first time. He sounded genuinely concerned.

“What kinda movie are you making me watch?”

Bucky rounded on Nat who gave him a wide-eyed look of innocence. Her eyes narrowed as Bucky dived for the remote, and she deftly rolled off the couch to avoid him. She was laughing.

“Oh, that’s how it is now?”

Sam grinned and tackled Bucky playfully off the couch as well.

“Children,” Clint admonished mildly, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Behave.”

“Pretty sure I’m the oldest person here.”

Bucky said from the floor. He’d caught Natasha by the ankle and she was swatting at him with a decorative pillow while Sam held him from behind.

“And yet,” Steve laughed, snatching the remote from Nat’s hand while she was distracted.

“No fair, Rogers!”

As Steve grabbed the remote he accidentally pressed a button. The intro of the movie changed into the ending of an advertisement for a fast food restaurant. A new ad began for something called Build-a-Bear Workshop’s special edition Avenger Bears.

“Oh my God,” Clint sat up straighter on the couch. “My kids were talking about this the other week.”

Steve watched images flash over the screen. A fluffy brown bear dressed as Captain America, complete with a plush shield. Another dressed as Iron Man, then Thor, then Hulk, then Black Widow, then Hawkeye, and finally Nick Fury.

“And now,” the TV announcer intoned as if it were the most important news in the world. “Introducing for the first time, the new Avenger Bears!”

A Falcon bear appeared in a much more colorful costume than Sam’s actual EXO flight suit. Sam didn’t seem to mind the change.

“About damn time.”

There were also images of bears dressed as War Machine, Scarlet Witch, Vision, Ant-Man, and finally, a bear in the friendlier version of Bucky’s Winter Soldier gear with a silver sleeve mimicking Bucky’s prosthesis over its left arm. Steve chanced a glance at Bucky, wanting to see his reaction. An idea was brewing in the back of his mind. Bucky’s face was blank, unreadable. The commercial ended and a competitive cooking show came on.

“My kids already have the ones of me and Nat,” Clint said, almost boastfully.

“Well, clearly they need to expand their collection,” Sam said. “With the best one.”

While Steve was distracted, Nat snatched the remote back from his slack hand. He let it go without a fight. Bucky shook his head slightly and looked at up Steve, smiling softly when he caught Steve already looking at him. He rose from the floor.

“Oh, hey, I like this show,” Nat said as she settled back on the couch.

“Fine, whatever,” Sam agreed easily.

Bucky sat on the couch. As he did, Nat shot Steve a look, silently asking him if Bucky was okay. Steve nodded and Nat relaxed. Steve sat by Bucky on the couch, throwing an arm over his shoulders. He remembered Bucky in his arms the night before, relaxed and content in their bed. They’d been sharing a room for months now.

“I’m going out,” Steve decided, kissing Bucky on the mouth before he stood. “Anyone need anything?”

Everyone shook their heads and told him they didn’t. As he roared down the road on his Harley, heading for the mall, Steve hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.

*

“Hey,” Steve said when he returned a few hours later and found Bucky in their room, pacing. “What’s going on?”

“We all got bored with cooking shows,” Bucky shrugged. “What’s in the bag?”

Steve had a large plastic shopping bag in his right hand. He looked at it. He was sure this had been a mistake.

“I had a thought, and I, uh, didn’t want to ask, ‘cause I wanted it to be a surprise, but- ”

He closed the door behind him and went to the bed, strewing the bag’s contents over the comforter. Bucky stared at them. The same fluffy brown bear dressed as Bucky that had been in the commercial. A Captain America outfit for the same type of bear. He looked up at Steve.

“Yeah, I know, it was stupid. I got Sam a Falcon one, too, left it outside his door- ”

“Steve,” Bucky was smiling as he stepped forward to hug Steve. “Thank you.”

The Steve bear was a little smaller than the Bucky bear. It swam in the Captain America uniform.

“Like old times.”

Steve made a face at Bucky.

“Sorry.”

Both men were competent with needle-and-thread. They were considering taking some of the stuffing from the new bear and plumping up the old, when Bucky had a realization.

“Wait, have we washed this? Since- ?”

Bucky held up the old bear with a wide-eyed look. Steve shook his head.

“That’s gross,” Bucky said. “We’re gross. We should wash him.”

“This is gonna be more of a project than I originally thought,” Steve sighed. “I was just looking to make some big romantic gesture and have sex.”

"That's still in the cards," Bucky assured him.

Bucky went to a craft store while Steve took apart the old bear, removed the stuffing, and put it in the washing machine. It was dry when Bucky returned, hands full of bulging shopping bags.

“Think you overdid it there, pal,” Steve raised an eyebrow. “What took you so long, anyway?”

“I got distracted,” Bucky growled, dropping the bags on their bed. “They had two aisles of just buttons. Who the hell needs that many types of buttons?”

They filled the clean Steve bear with the stuffing Bucky had bought. He still wasn’t as big as the new bear, but he could fit in the Captain America costume when Steve hemmed the arms and legs. Bucky sewed on a replacement left ear, and put two sky blue buttons into the empty eye sockets.

“That’s what took you so long, you were trying to match my eye color,” Steve needled him. “Weren’t you?”

“Bite me, Rogers.”

When they’d finished, they looked at their handiwork sitting on the end of their bed. The Steve bear was still mostly without fur, but it didn’t look sad anymore. It sat by its new friend in its bright new costume, holding its shield and staring with its blue button eyes. They hadn't put the mask on, and Bucky had sewn its mouth into a smile.

“I don’t know,” Bucky said beside Steve. “Do you think it’s creepier now?”

“I love it,” Steve decided, pulling Bucky by the hand to sit beside the toys on their bed. “And I love you.”

Bucky landed heavily in his lap, swinging his legs up out of instinct and kissing Steve deeply with a moan. Blood surged hot between Steve’s legs. He handed Bucky both bears, and Bucky held them tightly as Steve began to rock him.

(AA) Thank you for this comment! I incorporated a line about it into the story...

(AA) Thank you so much for this perfect suggestion!

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Yay! :DDDDD

IDEK why I am having Velveteen Rabbit feels in a dumpster of trash but I just thought of this line:

"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

Anyway I found the ending to the story really moving?????? This story was just lovely because the bear is Real to both Steve and Bucky and ;_______________________________;

They met up with the tech team, this time with representatives of both mechanical and medical.

They didn’t put it in the maintenance chair, instead having Rumlow order it to strip and stretch out face down on a rolling metal table where its arms could be restrained to the table by its sides.

“We’re staying, this time,“ Rumlow told Baker. “Rogers is gonna put the asset in the chair. It begged for it.”

He said it matter-of-factly, no trace of satisfaction or disapproval. Or maybe Steve just couldn’t pick up on it, numb as he felt. It wasn’t all that unusual at the conclusion of a mission even if it had never asked for it before. Most often, it had hesitated but he had always been able to talk it into the chair in the end. If the mission had gone especially smoothly it might even smile at him.

Other than removing a staple and a few splinters that had escaped Steve’s notice in the shower (and oh god Steve’s memory was a well-deserved curse), the techs left the asset alone, giving into Steve’s demand for antibiotic ointment with rolled eyes and a reminder that the serum would take care of such superficial damage. It didn’t look so superficial to Steve. He was sure a regular human would have been in shock at the very least.

Though its breathing remained a little shallower than usual, the Winter Soldier lay quiescent as he applied the ointment to the deepest lacerations. He wanted to take its hand after he was done but it flinched. Steve wondered if it remembered about what he had done to its hands before. It hadn’t been that long. Only a few hours. Not even daylight when they’d left the safehouse. The asset hadn’t been showing any signs of confusion. It almost certainly did remember.

He couldn’t comfort it.

Steve sat next to Rumlow and watched the asset suppress its pain response each time the movement of the vehicle jostled its injuries.

The truck was too quiet. Steve’s thoughts chased each other in circles. The only way the asset could have said I don’t want this more effectively would have been if it actually said it. Steve had gone ahead anyway. This was the worst thing he had ever done in his entire life, without question. This was the sort of thing the Steve Rogers who had first gone to war knew only bullies did and would’ve fought to his last breath to end. This was rape and torture. This was the difference between unable to consent and forbidden to refuse, both rape but the later somehow so much worse.

This was HYDRA and there was no telling what would be demanded of him next now that he’d given in.

In the windowless back of the truck, there was no way to really tell where they were going and plenty of ways to confuse the data he could gather. They drove for about two hours (but they could have been driving longer than necessary, so that didn’t mean much for distance) and they went through at least one tunnel at an elevation which seemed high instead of low. Pennsylvania? West Virginia? That didn’t really help much. It was nowhere near enough to distract Steve.

At least he could watch the asset’s healing process. It flinched from his hands but, as soon as he sat down, it turned its head to stare in the direction of his boots with slightly glassy eyes.

Don’t think about it. Any of it.

What was it about the damn chair?

Don’t think about it.

After about the first hour, Steve realized part of his discomfort was probably that he hadn't eaten since late morning the day before. It must have been at least twelve hours. Apart from not-always-intentional post-mission fasts, his body had become used to eating much more frequently than that. He hadn't expected the mission to take this long. He was certain everything since they nabbed the guy had been HYDRA, not SHIELD. Who would be reading his mission report, Steve wondered.

Not Director Fury.

Don't think about it.

He looked back at the asset. Yes, it was still watching him, or pointing its face in his general direction. He couldn’t read it.

Don’t think about anything. Put the asset in the chair and get out. Don’t think about any of it until you talk to Romanoff.

This was the worst thing he had ever done in his entire life.

Steve felt the change as the truck rolled into some sort of garage or underground parking structure.

When the doors opened, the asset was left strapped down. Steve had heard this kind of vehicle referred to as a kneeling truck before, which meant that the back descended to make the incline of the ramp that extended and lowered a gentler slope. The tech team rolled the asset’s table down the ramp and through a cavernous garage while Steve and Rumlow kept pace. There were a pair of double doors they passed through and then a circular room about fifteen feet in diameter with a maintenance chair in the center. The chair was surrounded by carts and banks of monitors. All the bundles of cords appeared to be connected to one thing or another.

No version of the maintenance chair had ever looked so terrible since the first time Steve had laid eyes on one after breaking the asset’s hand.

Frozen, Steve hung back by the door as the asset’s restraints were removed. It didn't move until Rumlow explicitly ordered it to sit up. Fresh blood dripped down its naked skin as scabs cracked and tore.

“Asset. Go to the chair,” Rumlow commanded.

A little unsteady on its feet, the Winter Soldier complied as quickly as it could. There was absolutely nothing to be read on its face as it sat, carefully holding itself away from the back of the chair.

“What do you say, Soldier?” he asked.

“Thank you, Commander,” it said.

Rumlow nodded and the techs made certain the restraints were secure.

“Come here, Steve,” said Rumlow.

Steve tensed, knowing instinctively that something awful was about to happen. This was the point when they usually left it to the techs.

Body still facing the asset, Rumlow twisted to frown at him over one shoulder. “Steve,” he repeated.

Don't think about it. Just do what you have to.

But he couldn't make his feet move forward.

Oh shiiiit. Is he about to see the chair in action? This is going to be horrible. Every new twist and depravity keeps me wondering where Steve Rogers' breaking point lies. How far will they make him push himself before he finally snaps—and will he be able to bring the Asset with him when he cleans house?

He couldn't comfort it. Siggggghhhhh. So good.

(A!A) Steve is very very close to some sort of break at this point. The next couple parts are going to be... dramatic.

Thanks!

(A!A) Thank you! I aim to please.

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