Trash Party Dumpster #1

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(Will be continued in a Dumpster #2 post if by some unholy hell-miracle this post hits the 5000-comment limit.)

Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.

AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own risk of becoming one of us.

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, etc. are off-topic.

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Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Round 1 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 2.

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Re: Bucky/Hydra, you won't be needing that

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, here it comes. It is my first time writing for an meme, I'm not a native speaker and somehow, an unnamed HYDRA doctor managed to hog disproportional part of the story.

They are prepared for anything and everything. Guns checked and re-checked. Strategies discussed for thousand times. Everything is mapped and researched and known by hearth. Ready? Asks Sam, wordlessly. Steve nods, once. Ready.
They break down the door and everything just stops for a moment. The whole room stinks of vomit, blood and sweat, of rotting food and infection. Then Sam turns on his rescue mode, professional jargon mixing with swears, every move precise and purposeful. Steve is awfully glad for that. Left to his own devices, he would probably freeze. In the end, Sam has to grab his shoulders and shake him, hard. Pull yourself together!
He had been prepared for every situation. For the endlessly unlikely possibility that Bucky would be alright, sane and unhurt (and the much more probable one, that he will be forced to hurt him). Then he pulls Bucky’s shirt up and finds a thick, rope-like scar and the stomach underneath it hollowed out in something much worse then hunger.
He hadn’t been prepared to find him dying.

Something was wrong, that was clear from the moment the Soldier had woke up from hibernation. His handlers were used to him being a little confused right after, but not like this. He staggered, head clearly spinning, barely able to stay upright. They managed to get him into the chair without further accident, where he emptied two cups of water and then fell asleep. It took a hard slap to rose him to at least semi-aware state. Even so, he kept nodding off during the briefing.
And then, everything went to hell faster that they would have ever imaged.
He had managed to get up, but he had collapsed to his knees, whimpering. It didn’t happen often for any sign of self-awareness to broke through his programming. One of the HYDRA medics kneeled beside him, taking one look at his swollen abdomen, sallow skin and labored, rapid breathing, and started to swear. “He’s going into shock, we must get him to the sick bay.” Nobody seemed to move, until she screamed, rousing them from their stupor: “Now!”
By the time the Soldier had been moved into the infirmary bed, he was already shaking and covered in cold sweat. The medic hooked him up on the IV, muttering non-stop in all languages used by HYDRA. “Do something useful and take it to the lab!” she almost threw a test tube of blood at the nearest agent. She pulled up the Soldier’s t-shirt and started to feel his stomach. He cried at her every touch, weak, choked sounds. Until the pain become too much and he puked water and bile over the floor. The medic signed: “I can’t be sure without sono, but it’s probably MSOF.” Blank stares. “Multisystem organ failure. His whole body is shutting down, because some idiot hadn’t checked he’s not injured before they put him on ice.”

The ride into the hospital is endless. Steve knows, rationally, that they are taking the shortest rout possible, but it feels like hours. Every red light, every stop sigh, every time a car brakes, it seems like an intentional obstacle and Steve just wants to scream, to go out and smash things that are in their way. He leans into the cold glass of their car’s window instead and closing his eyes. He could only hope that they will arrive at time.
He knows the nurse that stops them right after they arrive. She used to work for SHIELD – used to being the keyword here, and Steve is painfully reminded how everything have fell apart. “He’s in s critical condition, but we are trying to stabilize him. The most acute problem is severe ketoacidosis, plus malnutrition, dehydration…” Her voice is professionally calm, but she’s pale, trembling: “But there is something…” She pauses. Steve holds his breath and waits. “It should be worse. He shouldn’t even be alive.” She swallows, like she is forcing herself into the next sentence: “Most of his inner organs is missing.”

“You did what?” Pierce spat the words out and the medic tried not to flinch at the sound. “We were forced to perform…” He didn’t let her finish: “You gutted HYDRA’s most priced asset like a fish, that’s what you are trying to say. So cut the excuses and skip to the point where you are begging me not to kill you.” Everything in her screamed to run. It took all her professionalism to answer: “Sir, with all respect, it was either that or to let him die. He has probably been injured on the previous mission. The cryostasis only slowed the infection down, but hasn’t stopped it.”
“So, it was like that when you got there?” She smiled, tensely, unsure if it’s the right reaction. “You think it’s funny?”
Wrong reaction.
“No, sir. And I apologize for the problems.” She tried to speak as calmly as possible, as if her throat wasn’t tight in fear. “But he’s stable again and with a proper technology, he will be one hundred percent functional in no time. We can even used it in our advantage!”
“How?”
“In this condition, he will be completely dependent on us. If he ever broke his programming or get captured, he would die a few days…”
Pierce stared at her for a moment, before he nodded, once. She waited until he left the room before she allowed herself to breath again.

Steve sits in the hard, uncomfortable chair in the hospital’s corridor and is not sure if he’s here for a few hours or weeks. Probably the latter. He remembers the nurse trying to make him to go home. He also remembers sleeping in the chair and his bones creaking in the morning. Other people passed around him in a blur, crying or laughing or whimpering in pain. Finally, somebody taps him on the shoulder. He rises his head, blinking, until the blot of colors transforms into an image of a nurse.
“You can go to see him.”
Bucky seems lost among the wires and tubes designed to keep him alive. Purifying his blood, giving him nutrients, water and oxygen, keeping sure he’s as safe as possible. With every second, he’s fighting against probability and for the first time from his awakening, Steve thinks This is the future. Even though is more likely something highly experimental, born from a thousand of sleepless hours in Tony’s lab. Hospital gown masks the worst of it, but Steve have seen what’s beneath it.
He don’t dare to touch that scar. He focus, instead, on dozens on scratches and cuts on his arms. Those are from the last few rough days and Steve knows they are going to heal without trace. Just as the one hiding in his hair.
“He’s gonna be alright,” the nurse smiles. She’s probably just trying to comfort him, but for some reason, she sounds like she knows for sure.

Re: Bucky/Hydra, you won't be needing that

[(Anonymous)]

Ouch! <3

Re: Fill: Bucky/Hydra, you won't be needing that

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, I forget to mark this as a fill, so the comment above contains the actual fill for this prompt.

Re: Bucky/Hydra, you won't be needing that

[(Anonymous)]

OP here and I must say I love this! So painful!

Re: Bucky/Hydra, you won't be needing that

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you OP!