“He ever soil himself?” Rumlow asked Steve as he pulled Bucky’s pants and underwear down to his knees. “Some of his babysitters used to make him wear a diaper. No mess here though, that’s a good boy.”
He stroked Bucky’s inner thigh with mock affection as Steve shuddered. Bucky’s eyes remained closed but he let out another sigh around the thumb in his mouth. Steve tried not to stare at the naked half of Bucky’s body. It had been so long since he’d seen Bucky in less than a tank top and sweatpants. Bucky was hairless on his thighs and groin. His cock was soft, and his balls were pulled up tightly underneath. It made him seem even more childlike. Steve hastily looked away. He didn’t want to watch this.
“Eyes on me, Cap,” Rumlow said. “Got a feeling you’ve been neglecting this part of the routine, and I don’t want you to miss a thing.”
The guns poked relentlessly into the back of his head. He was forced to look as Rumlow told Bucky to roll over on his stomach and helped him to do so.
“Don’t look at me like that, Cap,” Rumlow spat on his hands, letting the saliva drip lazily onto his erection. His cock hadn’t been burned like his face had. “I promise I’ll be gentle. Hell, you shoulda seen the way some of the higher ups treated him. He’d still have bruises when he got back from a night with Pierce.”
These were all things Steve should have thought of, but he hadn’t. He’d just been so happy to have Bucky back. He should have seen, in all the ways Bucky had changed. Acting like a child had been the tip of the iceberg. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to look too closely beneath the water.
“Yeah,” Rumlow said to Bucky, slapping his ass. Bucky didn’t respond except to suckle his thumb harder and clutch his bear tighter. “I’ll treat you right, won’t I baby?”
Rumlow was lining himself up with Bucky when the men behind Steve let out cries of pain and alarm. He could no longer feel their guns against him. He saw red light filling the room, spiralling from where he knew Wanda was lying, and he saw a flash of movement to his right where Natasha had been kneeling. He didn’t know why Wanda was back in the game. He didn’t know if Wanda had freed Nat, or if Nat had been biding her time for just such a moment. It didn’t matter. He focused on Rumlow, who had halted his assault on Bucky, his burned face twisted with rage, and he heard Wanda’s psychic cry in his head.
Go!
He snapped his bonds and dove at Rumlow, tackling him off and away from Bucky. He could hear the whir of Sam’s wings behind him, gunfire ricocheting, and men yelling.
“You son of a bitch!”
Rumlow snarled. Steve could feel Rumlow hard against his thigh, and he wanted to puke. He brought his leg up instead, with significant force, and heard something crunch between Rumlow’s legs. Rumlow’s eyes went wide before they rolled back in head. He let out a high scream, writhing underneath Steve, twisting his neck to puke on the stone floor himself. Satisfaction glowed in Steve’s chest as he sat back, watching Rumlow convulse like the mercenary had made Bucky convulse only a few minutes ago.
Steve had a brief, dark fantasy about killing Rumlow right there, but he pushed it easily aside. They needed him in custody. He handcuffed Rumlow’s hands behind his back. Rumlow didn’t offer any resistance. He shook and groaned, drooling on the floor. His genitals were inflamed, his dick bent at an uncomfortable angle, and Steve was certain he’d ruptured at least one of Rumlow’s testicles. He was glad for it.
The sounds of battle had died behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see the rest of Rumlow’s men dead or incapacitated. Wanda was descending from where she’d been levitating, her hair wild, her eyes and hands glowing red. Sam’s wings were retracting to resting mode and he looked at Steve with one eyebrow cocked before he went to retrieve Steve’s shield from where it was embedded in a mercenary’s chest. Nat was wiping blood from her cheek, a fierce grin fading from her lips.
Bucky lay where he’d been, pants around his knees, eyes closed and metal thumb in his mouth. He was sobbing quietly into the floor. Steve rushed to his side.
“Hey, Buck, hey,” Steve awkwardly pulled Bucky’s pants over his hips and turned him over. “It’s okay. It’s over.”
Bucky shook his head, sobbing harder, and clenched his mouth around his thumb. Steve was worried he was going to break his teeth. He pulled Bucky half into his lap as the other Avengers came to stand around them.
“The treatment didn’t get all the programming out of his head,” Wanda stated tentatively after a long moment. “Do you want me to try?”
Steve looked up at her. He did want her to try, but he was afraid that wasn’t his decision to make. Then again, Bucky wasn’t in any condition to make a rational decision. Maybe he’d never be.
“I think we should get him back to the compound,” Natasha knelt beside Steve. “You should get him on the jet, we’ll meet the authorities here.”
Steve nodded, swallowing. He realized he’d been rocking Bucky gently in his lap, and that Bucky had stopped sobbing. Tears ran down his face, but he wasn’t as distraught as he’d been.
“Thanks, Wanda, but I want to wait until he can decide for himself what to do. Sam, Nat, stay here and I’ll call in another jet for you. Wanda, help me get him home.”
Natasha pressed a button on her radio as Steve tried to help Bucky to his feet, gently bringing Bucky’s metal hand away from his mouth and throwing it over his shoulders. Bucky hung off of Steve like a ragdoll, the only indication he was awake was the way he clutched his bear’s leg in his right hand. His feet dragged on the ground when Steve took a step forward.
“Steve,” Wanda raised sparking hands. “I can support him.”
“That’s okay,” Steve swept Bucky up into his arms, carrying him bridal style against his chest. He was beyond shame at this point. He knew Bucky was as well. “I got him.”
Bucky nuzzled into Steve’s chest. Steve tried not to compare himself to Rumlow, or Pierce, or any of the other nameless Hydra soldiers that had rocked Bucky to complacency, and then used him. It wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same. Bucky had come to him, chosen him. He wasn’t the same as them. He wasn’t.
He didn’t know what he’d do if he couldn’t believe that.
Fill: Berceuse (5/?)
He stroked Bucky’s inner thigh with mock affection as Steve shuddered. Bucky’s eyes remained closed but he let out another sigh around the thumb in his mouth. Steve tried not to stare at the naked half of Bucky’s body. It had been so long since he’d seen Bucky in less than a tank top and sweatpants. Bucky was hairless on his thighs and groin. His cock was soft, and his balls were pulled up tightly underneath. It made him seem even more childlike. Steve hastily looked away. He didn’t want to watch this.
“Eyes on me, Cap,” Rumlow said. “Got a feeling you’ve been neglecting this part of the routine, and I don’t want you to miss a thing.”
The guns poked relentlessly into the back of his head. He was forced to look as Rumlow told Bucky to roll over on his stomach and helped him to do so.
“Don’t look at me like that, Cap,” Rumlow spat on his hands, letting the saliva drip lazily onto his erection. His cock hadn’t been burned like his face had. “I promise I’ll be gentle. Hell, you shoulda seen the way some of the higher ups treated him. He’d still have bruises when he got back from a night with Pierce.”
These were all things Steve should have thought of, but he hadn’t. He’d just been so happy to have Bucky back. He should have seen, in all the ways Bucky had changed. Acting like a child had been the tip of the iceberg. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to look too closely beneath the water.
“Yeah,” Rumlow said to Bucky, slapping his ass. Bucky didn’t respond except to suckle his thumb harder and clutch his bear tighter. “I’ll treat you right, won’t I baby?”
Rumlow was lining himself up with Bucky when the men behind Steve let out cries of pain and alarm. He could no longer feel their guns against him. He saw red light filling the room, spiralling from where he knew Wanda was lying, and he saw a flash of movement to his right where Natasha had been kneeling. He didn’t know why Wanda was back in the game. He didn’t know if Wanda had freed Nat, or if Nat had been biding her time for just such a moment. It didn’t matter. He focused on Rumlow, who had halted his assault on Bucky, his burned face twisted with rage, and he heard Wanda’s psychic cry in his head.
Go!
He snapped his bonds and dove at Rumlow, tackling him off and away from Bucky. He could hear the whir of Sam’s wings behind him, gunfire ricocheting, and men yelling.
“You son of a bitch!”
Rumlow snarled. Steve could feel Rumlow hard against his thigh, and he wanted to puke. He brought his leg up instead, with significant force, and heard something crunch between Rumlow’s legs. Rumlow’s eyes went wide before they rolled back in head. He let out a high scream, writhing underneath Steve, twisting his neck to puke on the stone floor himself. Satisfaction glowed in Steve’s chest as he sat back, watching Rumlow convulse like the mercenary had made Bucky convulse only a few minutes ago.
Steve had a brief, dark fantasy about killing Rumlow right there, but he pushed it easily aside. They needed him in custody. He handcuffed Rumlow’s hands behind his back. Rumlow didn’t offer any resistance. He shook and groaned, drooling on the floor. His genitals were inflamed, his dick bent at an uncomfortable angle, and Steve was certain he’d ruptured at least one of Rumlow’s testicles. He was glad for it.
The sounds of battle had died behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see the rest of Rumlow’s men dead or incapacitated. Wanda was descending from where she’d been levitating, her hair wild, her eyes and hands glowing red. Sam’s wings were retracting to resting mode and he looked at Steve with one eyebrow cocked before he went to retrieve Steve’s shield from where it was embedded in a mercenary’s chest. Nat was wiping blood from her cheek, a fierce grin fading from her lips.
Bucky lay where he’d been, pants around his knees, eyes closed and metal thumb in his mouth. He was sobbing quietly into the floor. Steve rushed to his side.
“Hey, Buck, hey,” Steve awkwardly pulled Bucky’s pants over his hips and turned him over. “It’s okay. It’s over.”
Bucky shook his head, sobbing harder, and clenched his mouth around his thumb. Steve was worried he was going to break his teeth. He pulled Bucky half into his lap as the other Avengers came to stand around them.
“The treatment didn’t get all the programming out of his head,” Wanda stated tentatively after a long moment. “Do you want me to try?”
Steve looked up at her. He did want her to try, but he was afraid that wasn’t his decision to make. Then again, Bucky wasn’t in any condition to make a rational decision. Maybe he’d never be.
“I think we should get him back to the compound,” Natasha knelt beside Steve. “You should get him on the jet, we’ll meet the authorities here.”
Steve nodded, swallowing. He realized he’d been rocking Bucky gently in his lap, and that Bucky had stopped sobbing. Tears ran down his face, but he wasn’t as distraught as he’d been.
“Thanks, Wanda, but I want to wait until he can decide for himself what to do. Sam, Nat, stay here and I’ll call in another jet for you. Wanda, help me get him home.”
Natasha pressed a button on her radio as Steve tried to help Bucky to his feet, gently bringing Bucky’s metal hand away from his mouth and throwing it over his shoulders. Bucky hung off of Steve like a ragdoll, the only indication he was awake was the way he clutched his bear’s leg in his right hand. His feet dragged on the ground when Steve took a step forward.
“Steve,” Wanda raised sparking hands. “I can support him.”
“That’s okay,” Steve swept Bucky up into his arms, carrying him bridal style against his chest. He was beyond shame at this point. He knew Bucky was as well. “I got him.”
Bucky nuzzled into Steve’s chest. Steve tried not to compare himself to Rumlow, or Pierce, or any of the other nameless Hydra soldiers that had rocked Bucky to complacency, and then used him. It wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same. Bucky had come to him, chosen him. He wasn’t the same as them. He wasn’t.
He didn’t know what he’d do if he couldn’t believe that.