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Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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What's on-topic: Filthy and perverted twists on all the quality whump served up by Cap: Winter Soldier. Noncon, aftermath, uncomfortably sexualized violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves.
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When the mask comes off Steve notices that there is something Seriously Wrong with Bucky's teeth. Maybe they're not there at all since a HYDRA operative almost got his dick chomped off. Maybe they were never replaced after getting mostly knocked out during a fight, since the Soldier gets fed through a nasogastric tube anyways and teeth aren't essential. Maybe Bucky was denied basic dental care in order for the decay and pain to put him off craving solid foods.
Anyways, make it real gross.

Idk how or why, anon, but I goddamn love this.

+1000, I love this so much!

I love this prompt, this totally fits with Pierce in my mind.

After the winter soldier fucks up bad by not killing Steve Hydra decides that his combat usefulness has ran its course and he is relegated to the medical/science department for use in experiments (the serum means he can't die so quickly so more long term Dodgy Science can take place).

We're talking transplants, stem cells, cybernetic parts, serums, cell mutation, mutated viruses, poisons and antidotes, anything Hydra might have use for in the other winter soldiers or their world domination in general.

When Steve finds Bucky a couple years later he is half scars and half weird looking new tissue and most of his organs are not his or artificial and he has pretty much every single health issue you'd expect from a person undergoing too many risky surgeries entirely too often.
Whether Bucky recovers at all with Steve's help or mercy killing is the only option is up to y'all.

*Holds out grubby hands* All of the sad medical torture feels, please.

One of Bucky's attackers (Rumlow? Pierce? I'm open to anyone) makes a point of letting him know just how gentle, merciful, restrained etc they're being - while actually being quite violent. For example - "I'm going easy on you," "You're lucky it's me and not someone else," "Why are you crying when I'm being so sweet to you?" etc.

+ Doing "nice" things during the otherwise violent rape(s), like stroking Bucky's hair, wiping away tears, using pet names, cleaning him up afterwards

+ It's an ongoing thing, and Bucky really does start to feel like it's not that bad, that he should be grateful to this person

+ If there's a little bit of truth to the lies - In some ways, Bucky really does prefer this kind of treatment over gang rapes/outright brutality

+ Other forms of gaslighting/manipulation - "I'm only doing this because you asked for it" and/or "I'm giving you what you need/like because I'm just so nice" etc

I'm open to either WS era or post WS retraumatizing here!

+1 for this prompt.

Getting to the half rotten bin juice marinated deli cuts at the very bottom of the dumpster here:

After the fall from the train Bucky still had a good half of his arm left. What if it wasn't removed immediately after he was captured?

The Soviets tried to break Bucky with starvation. They notice that he bites his nails and gnaws on the fingers of his remaining hand when he thinks he wont survive the hunger. So they offer him a lil taste. They take off bits of the remaining arm and feed it to Bucky. Make him beg for it.

It continues after the arm is gone too. A toe here, an earlobe there, all the non essential bits. Just for old times sake, since the soldier doesn't really get hungry anymore.

After the rescue, Steve wonders why New York's street meats/halal carts/food trucks make bucky queasy.

I love this, specially the aftermath.

(AYRT) Great, thank you!

“…from the nation’s capital. First was the surprise resignation of Captain Steven Grant Rogers from the United States Army, which had loaned Rogers, more widely recognized as Captain America, to a little-known organization called the Strategic Homeland...”

Steve woke to the nearly muted mutter of a television and the worrying discovery that the asset was no longer in bed with him.

Bucky. I can call him Bucky again.

Bucky must have turned on the news.

Thank God I don’t have to punish him for it.

They hadn’t had sex. Steve hadn’t raped him again. Bucky had clearly expected it, but he hadn’t objected to cuddling up and going to sleep instead.

Steve needed to do something about that. The unquestioning compliance. He would never touch Bucky sexually again, no matter what HYDRA had conditioned into both of them.

No matter how the asset begged. Because it would and Bucky deserved better from Steve.

Didn't mean Steve didn’t want him—all this time and he still couldn’t help the want—but he could control his actions and he was making that choice for them both. Someday, Bucky might recover enough to want a sexual relationship with someone, but it wouldn’t be with Steve. Not after what he’d done.

For a long selfish moment, Steve shut his prickling eyes and let his self hatred swallow him. Then, he rolled over and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He took his shield with him.

A mechanical whir led him out of the tent and over to the adjoining testing chamber, where Bucky had apparently taken Steve’s permission (order) to finish last night’s pizza in the morning and run with it. There were one and a half slices remaining, if he counted the one held in Bucky’s motionless right hand. There was wariness in the Winter Soldier’s eyes. Wariness and a hint of you-said-I-could defiance.

Smiling in helpless relief, Steve said, “Good morning, Bucky.” He took the last untouched slice and added the box to the stack of them next to the trash can. He leaned the shield against the other side.

The pizza was sausage and tomato. He'd ordered one of everything on the menu. It was cold now and didn’t taste like home or freedom, but it was tastier and healthier than the cheeseburgers Tony Stark had suggested.

Good thing Stark had set them up above his company’s DC office. The entire legal department here had worked through the night and ordered large quantities of food several times. It made the pizza delivery unremarkable. Having a stack of pizzas and a large box delivered to the testing chamber in his company office in DC wouldn't be strange for Tony Stark. He didn't work from DC often, but he had workshops everywhere he had a place to live. This one predated Iron Man. He'd occasionally used these chambers for demonstrations.

It made it easy to deliver a Faraday cage right to a place where another one had long-since been installed. Whatever trackers the two of them had, they wouldn’t be tracked here.

Steve hadn’t had to say more than go this address and sit in the box. Don’t get out until a handler comes for you.

The asset had obeyed.

”Any mention of HYDRA?” Steve asked, trying not to wolf down the pizza in case doing so gave Bucky the impression he’d done something wrong by eating the rest. He nodded at the television. It was muted completely now.

The asset—Bucky, damn it—shook his head, faintly puzzled by the question. “No, Steve.” He looked relieved when Steve said nothing else.

Frowning, Steve sat down at the table and watched the news coverage. There was some truly spectacular footage of Iron Man and the Hulk trashing a handful of quinjets and collapsing the road out to the Triskelion. Some sort of large disturbance of water in the Potomac had been reported, but between the darkness and the lack of warning, the media had only caught the Avengers’ exit.

The Insight bay doors must not have even fully opened before the helicarriers were disabled or destroyed.

Hope Romanoff's okay. The news will have to be enough.

From what he understood, it was amazing, and maybe typical of Tony Stark, from what he'd seen, that they could get television inside a Faraday cage. He really hoped Tony or one of the others arrived soon. They had a sort of campsite in the Faraday cage, but there weren't exactly any woods to go piss in. Also, Steve needed to know what had happened.

As if in answer to his thoughts, the door to the workshop unsealed.

The asset dropped its half-eaten pizza crust, snapping to attention. Steve jumped to his feet, adrenaline surging.

It wasn't Tony.

"Heya, Steve. Asset," said Rumlow. He grinned open-mouthed, bruised and bandaged, but with stun batons held ready. A full team of tac-geared agents waited behind him. "Did you save us any pizza?" The STRIKE Commander strolled in, only the way he held his weapons showing any amount of tension. The rest of the agents filed in after him and spread out around them, weapons ready.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you," Steve ground out. It didn't matter what had gone wrong. Maybe HYDRA was watching all of Tony's properties. Maybe this had been a lucky guess.

"Oh, I bet. Like I said, you're not used to the modern surveillance state."

The asset was looking between the handlers slowly, as if only now understanding what Steve had done. God, he hoped it didn't side with Rumlow.

"Maybe not," he said lowly, "but it seems like I make a decent covert operative."

Rumlow laughed at him. "Please, Rogers, you know you wouldn't have got anywhere on your own."

"Probably not," Steve admitted. He bared his teeth. "Thanks for that, Brock. I learned a lot from you."

The surrounding agents shifted in agitation.

"You're a lot like the asset, you realize that, Stevie?"

"Don't call me that," Steve said evenly. "That name's not for you."

Ignoring him, Rumlow continued, "Easily trained. Desperate for a scrap of affection or companionship. So willing to do whatever you're told is necessary. If we could have put you in the chair under Fury's nose, you would have been perfect. You still could be. Last chance. Come back in now and things will go a hell of a lot easier for you both."

"Is that why it's okay for you to lust after me, Brock?" Steve deflected. Don't think about it. You did what you had to. "Because I'm a supersoldier, I don't count as a man? I never did buy into the idea you just wanted to help me out."

Rumlow scoffed. "Well, I mean, who wouldn't want a shot at the pinnacle of human perfection? No, I mean this." With that, he lunged.

Steve caught the first baton on his arm, lightning lancing through him until he grabbed up his shield and knocked Rumlow away with enough force to send him through the tent to tumble over the far side of the bed. The rest of the agents went down just as easy.

No part of Bucky moved except for his eyes flicking between Steve and where Rumlow was picking himself up.

Not taking his focus from Steve, Rumlow waved a baton to indicate all the downed agents. "All that raw potential. You can't help being what you are. All we had to do was get you to comply, and maybe it took you a bit with all your fucking stubbornness, but you buckled every time with the right promises of pain and reward."

"I've always been willing to destroy myself to destroy HYDRA." They circled each other cautiously.

The grin on Rumlow's face widened. "Yeah, they did a great job on you. What d'you want to bet you give it up easier the next time we wake you?" The expression turned mocking. "Captain?"

Steve narrowed his eyes. It's not true. I'm not a Winter Soldier. I never was. "Gotta say," he said, trying to maneuver his opponent away from the door and waiting for a misstep, "Bucky was a hell of a lot more convincing. Was that your idea?"

With a nasty laugh, Rumlow responded, "I think the thought just came naturally. Why wouldn't it?"

"Because it's not true," Steve said flatly and tossed his shield at the HYDRA Commander.

Rumlow tried to deflect with his batons, but there was too much force behind the shield. He went down and stayed down.

Breathing a little more heavily than strictly necessary, Steve turned to the Winter Soldier. Calculating blue eyes stared back, then fell submissively. "Bucky?"

"Yes, Steve." Bucky's shoulders slumped slightly. "I'm yours. Ready to comply."

They were free, but Steve's revelation from the Retreat, that Bucky was the asset as much as the asset was Bucky, had never felt so heavy.

Yesssss. The more horrifying the hurt, the sweeter the comfort, I always say.

Seconded!

I am busy so I can’t promise anything but would it be ok if the gaslighting has already been happening for a while so he’s already got the Stockholm syndrome thing going on? Or are you looking to see it from the beginning?

Any particular messed up shit you want Hydra Asshole #1 to be doing to WS?

Okay 1940s had some fucked views of gays. They were predators or they were women minds trapped in mens bodies.

So maybe Bucky is pretty gay.
Then all the trash, and HYDRA elite can't be gay. So feminization of the rape toy party favor.

Bucky, either during the process or as flashbacks after recovery, begins to question if he was always actually she. Discovers Enby and gender and the struggle of how much is them and how much is their trauma, please?

My rotten tonsoliths and last month's dirty kitty litter for Bucky crying while exploring makeup or something he maybe wanted to try or did like pre-war, but now is ruined by trash.

Extra trash panda happy dance for Steve being supportive but so worried this is trauma related he questions Bucky and makes Bucky even more unsure and pained...

Give me Bucky not feeling male and struggling with why that is.

*gender queer

But fluid or any other not quite male or not quite female or both at the same time spectrum labels work well.
Honestly, go to town. Have a ball. Go wild with queer trans Bucky's struggles to understand it all, and how they felt before the war, and then, after decades of being a genderless weapon or a feminine sex toy or a tool to rape others for intimidation and training.

Feel free to fuck with Bucky and gender and sex however floats your boat. I need more of it in this fandom. Especially with higher trash content, as most trans Bucky fics minimize the trash. Which is such a shame.

One of the many consequences of having one's brain fried like an egg over easy for a weekday breakfast is a nearly complete loss of bladder control.

Gimme all the humiliation and HYDRA goons being half disgusted half amused by the asset's problem.

NO watersports, omorashi, daddy kink, diaper play, anyone getting off on it when it happens while the Soldier is getting fucked etc etc - anything that could make it a potentially arousing sexual thing. Just straight up non-sexual grossness and filth.

A few weeks/months Post TWS, Bucky’s come in from the cold and back to Steve, and he’s not doing well. He’s suffering from memory loss, partly due to lingering brain damage that the serum has yet to fix, but also in large part because memory lapses are a common aftereffect of trauma. Either no one’s informed Bucky of this (he’s been trying to conceal his lapses and has for the most part succeeded), or he doesn’t believe the explanation when it’s offered. He’s convinced that someone (HYDRA, his doctors, the Avengers) is taking his memories as a means to punish/control him--it's what's been done to him for the past seventy-odd years, after all. He thinks he’s being drugged, that there’s a chip in his brain, any combination of delusions you can come up with (maybe they become more far-fetched as Bucky’s paranoia gets worse). Up to you how Bucky reacts, whether he tries to appease Steve and co. so he can be allowed to hold onto himself, becomes more guarded and evasive, becomes frantic and tries to cut out the implants he thinks are embedded in his skin, etc.

The only thing I don’t want to see is robotic/childlike/feral Bucky (he’s confused and suffering from cognitive impairment, but he’s aware enough to know what normal behavior looks like even if he can’t always mimic it convincingly). Other than that, anything goes. Resolve (or not) however you want.

Oh man this is so good

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Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

(frozen comment) Dental trauma/bad teeth

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Re: Getting off the Asset being “dumb”

Re: Getting off the Asset being “dumb”

(frozen comment) Medical experimentation

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"not that bad" gaslighting

Re: "not that bad" gaslighting

(frozen comment) Autocannibalism

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Re: Steve/Bucky, Steve ‘claiming’ Bucky post-gangbang

Fill 100/110: Undeniable Plausibility

(frozen comment) Re: Infected wounds, sickness, amputation (?)

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Re: "not that bad" gaslighting

FORCED feminization, trashy afterparty leaves Bucky confused

Re: FORCED feminization, trashy afterparty leaves Bucky confused

(frozen comment) Piss, humiliation, filth, etc etc

(frozen comment) Bucky thinks his ongoing memory loss is a form of punishment

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(frozen comment) Re: Pet the dog moments, Bucky remembers HYDRA team cats

(frozen comment) Re: Spicy food smells safe-

(frozen comment) Re: Infected wounds, sickness, amputation (?)

(frozen comment) Re: Dental trauma/bad teeth

(frozen comment) Re: Medical experimentation