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Trash Party Dumpster #1
(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 riskof 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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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
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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Natasha/Winter Soldier, non-con and memory fuckery
(Anonymous) 2014-06-09 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)+1 if they both had the memory of that incident suppressed further down the line and it starts coming back when they get to know each other in the present day.
MCU, comics canon or fusion, take your pick.
Re: Natasha/Winter Soldier, non-con and memory fuckery
(Anonymous) 2014-06-11 05:39 am (UTC)(link)i love bucky/nat but i've also secretly been aching for some darker stuff between them lately
D:
Re: Natasha/Winter Soldier, non-con and memory fuckery
(Anonymous) 2014-07-05 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Natasha/Winter Soldier, non-con and memory fuckery
Re: Natasha/Winter Soldier, non-con and memory fuckery
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Re: Natasha/Winter Soldier, non-con and memory fuckery
Fill: Instant Karma (1/?)
'We were cleaned but we still...something inside us...was still connected and it was murdered. We didn't even know.' Nat thinks.
Two weeks ago, Bucky grasped her arm to keep her from tripping. That's all. he didn't even know what he did. But she did. after she had thrown her coffee straight into the trash and walked calmly into the building, to the bathroom and threw up.
When his fingers closed around her arm a mental image flashed in her mind's eye. everything was red. his arm and his eyes reflecting red. she couldn't see what he had done. But some part of her felt it, the sensation of his fist forcing it's way into her. She, in shock, couldn't move. All she could do was scream in the tiny room.
Later she remembered the two way mirror while watching tv. She remembered looking and seeing and how much she wanted her mind to run away from what she saw. But it wouldn't. It just wouldn't.
"Cum in her. Do it the way you were doing it before your indiscretion was discovered." a voice over a shitty intercom speaker said in Russian. The sound so loud it was nearly a hallucination.
More kept coming. She's never on her first rodeo of anything anymore so recovering traumatized buried memories was like her fucking hobby at this point.
It only affected her so strongly because of what it was, who it was.
He stood in her house now and if she hated him she would kill him for it and make the body disappear. But she knew why he had come as soon as she looked out the peephole and saw his face, bags under the eyes from not sleeping, facial hair growing a bit unruly because he'd lost the will or ability to do basic hygiene.
"I didn't know till a few days ago. You looked at me a certain way... it felt so... and it all is rustling, coming loose, floating up from the depth. God! What I would give to go back in time and kill myself!!" he cried. She felt a weird obscene kinship with him for being in the same position as herself, disturbed and shaken by their past.
His whole body trembled. His metal hand shook as did his flesh one. "What have I done?! What have I done!?" he cried squeezing his eyes shut shaking his head vigorously as if he could wring the memories out.
"You remember it all, don't you? Tell me."
"No! No no please!" He nearly shrieked. He had regressed and now responded not as a man but a child who didn't want to talk about the bad dream he had.
"Tell me."
"I can't! No, no I can't don't make me, don't make me think, don't make me see!!"He balled up his hand into fist caught his head between them like he was about to start trying to punch the memories out.
"It was my body! You raped me!!! You fucking raped me! Now tell me everything you did! I need to know!" It takes a helluva lot to make her lose her cool, he should be proud, not many people can crack her unbreakable image.
Defeated he put both hands up to his eyes covering them tipping his head back like he could get his tears to reverse direction and fall back in. He turned on a heel and leaned back until he fell against the wall. He let himself slide to the floor. His face went curiously blank. His hands palm up on the floor legs splayed open knees bent his gaze drilled into the floor as he spoke in a monotone.
"They brought us to a room where they could watch and give me orders. There was nothing but a steel table in it. There was no disobeying. On the surface of myself, I was confused and didn't understand why I wasn't killing you. I thought that was all I was for. But deep inside, I, the core of me was trapped. I could only watch as my body started moving. I did what they said to do. I did it to you."
Nat pulled a chair up from the table and sat in the middle of the dining room. "Go on. Tell me."
Looking up his eyes suddenly quite wild and he became much more animated. He begged, "Please, Nat, pleeaase! No, don't make me! I'm in the memories....I can feel.... I'm inside of them already, don't make me relive this!!"
"None of us can escape the past. Now finish."She didn't mean to be callous and cold toward him. He obviously didn't do it for shits and giggles. But now wound up and irrational, she didn't care. She wanted to know.
A terrible sick smile bloomed on his face. He crawled toward her on the floor, the very opposite image from a person crawling to seduce. "M-m-make me do something else instead!! I can do things, I can do anything you want! I'm good now, I'll be good and won't be bad again just please please, oh please!!! Anything... anything but this!" his cracking voice rising higher. " Just punish me, hurt me, torture me some other way, please!"
"Buck, I have to know. I have to know all of it now. I don't want it sneaking up on me. I'm not trying to hurt you but Buck... you... you did something no one should ever do. I know you didn't do it because you wanted to. And I need to know what before I find out in my sleep or on a mission."
At this, his face went slack again his eyes dropped to the floor. He sat back on his heels. His hands dropped from pulling at his hair to his sides on the floor. He resumed speaking, tears tangled in his eyelashes that he didn't bother wiping away. When he spoke things other people said he did voices for them that sounded eerily like someone else's vocal cords were producing them. When she heard him speak in her own, a chill ran through her. As the story unspooled from his lips he remained very still and she wondered about his statement about reliving it. She wondered was he experiencing the telling like a thing he was currently doing and telling her about the way people will do when hypnotized. She thought this was so. It felt like she was violating him now knowing that.
~~~
Fill: Instant Karma (2/?)
His arm lifted and his hand grasped her collar. He yanked toward himself and ripped the front left of her blouse off of her. He lifts his left hand and grasped her bra by it's center and pulled down it like tissue paper. Despairing he could only see it all happening. He felt limbless during these times. It was as if someone had taken him out of his body and placed him just behind himself, there was no way to take control of his body. Nothing to grip with. Nothing to hold onto. He did have some sense of his physical body, but only what they told him to feel. It's good durng combatant missions. He can't feel pain or sickness.
She was used to humiliating punishments and can't remember what she had done. But this was unlike usual. The fear made her eye bulge and she blanched white as cotton. The man she saw she knew was a killer. She was terrified of him and flinched when the fluorescent light winked off his arm. She'd had nowhere to run, but she tried anyway. She ran to the corner opposite him an pressed her self against the rough bare cinderblocks. He walked toward her and when he reached her he resumed tearing her clothes off of her into shreds. She screamed and at one point tried to go into fetal position.
He wanted to just exit the situation the way he does when he is being raped. But he doesn't want to leave her alone. And they expressly told him not to. He has to feel himself violate her now and see her reaction to it.
"Get her up. Show us what the two of you were doing. Do it the way you were before your indiscretion was discovered. Cum in her."
He dragged her up by the arm over to the table and picked her up. he stepped closer to it and gently placed her down pushing her to lay flat on the cold metal.
'She sobbed and pleaded "No, no, no, please no!"
He walked to the foot of the table grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on the table, dragging her skin against it giving her a mild kind of rub burn. He separated her thighs and made a place for himself between them. He leaned down and forward caressing her face with his right hand and began to kiss softly at her jaw line up to her ear down the side of her neck. His body continued the actions of making love to her. Even though she was trembling in terror. His fingers brushed her hair back from her brow. His lips kissed her open screaming mouth.
Inside he was beyond the point of screaming and trying to fight back. He could only watch feeling his soul tearing in half inside of him. Why? Why hadn't he known they were being watched? Why had he let her come to him? Why had he let himself love? When He obeys he's allowed to govern his own body as long as he is doing what he should be he is allowed the small freedom of moving his body as he so chooses to get the job done. They gave his leash a little slack and he moronically strayed out of bounds. They are tools, not people. Why?
She was so kind so beautiful, the moment he realized what she was feeling, he must have lost his mind. Thought he could get her out, save her. He doesn't blame her, he's a monster and she is still nearly a child. And monsters eat children. He shudders with disgust inside feeling his mouth hungrily kiss and suck st her right breast and nipple. He can feel his cock getting harder the blissful sexual energy flowing through his veins like acid. He wants it to stop. He doesn't want to feel this. He realizes now what they have done. His body isn't only raping her. It's raping him as well. It is no different than if they made a copy of him and it put a boot on his head forced him face down ass up on the floor and has proceeded to bareback him. His inner core can no longer lie dormant. Wails of horror echo back and out into the vast prison of his mind. The darkness there swallows them whole.
~~~
Fill: Instant Karma (3/?)
She understands now that he can only relay his experience of it and what he thought and felt at the time with this almost morose detachment. He can't exist before her at both ends of this. Some mad part of him is making him choose the reality of having done it and the never ending nightmare of the memory. With no reminders it somehow let him forget. But that defense has been falling apart since they reunited again.
She wonders 'Would we both have never remembered had we not met once again?' Nat thought on what the future might be like. She was still wary of him from the three different times he had attacked her while activated by his spoken triggers. He tried oh so hard to be nonthreatening to her before all of this. Bucky reminded her of a big dog with sharp teeth who goes belly up every time he sees her. Now, she startled herself by feeling a feeling of disgust after thinking this. An image wanted to present itself with the feeling but her mind would only let her have silver surfaces and red light.
She considers telling him to stop, just close his mouth and get the hell out of here knowing she would only be doing out of spite and would still need to hear. Besides she didn't know if she could make him come back to himself. She didn't think she wanted to see him without this dissociative filter. Unclenching her jaw she said "Tell me what happened next. "
~~~
His hair brushed over her skin as he kissed her belly button delicately then licked at the small hairs trailing down her lower abdomen and his hand slipped between her legs. His metal fingers massaged the node of nerves there creating more unwanted arousal in the both of them. They were cold at first but soon warmed by the heat of her.
"Please heeelp!! Help!" She screams trying to fight, trying to remove his hand or push his face away to no avail.
His finger slid down into the slick fluid beginning to flow from her vagina. His finger rubbed it over her clit messaging circles avoiding touching the very tip because of how sensitive it was for her. He wishes to fight as well, to reach out and grasp his own wrist and pull his body away from her. 'No no! No, stop, just let her go!! Please no more!' Bucky begged. His other hand lowered to his zipper. The fight was running out of her. He split her thighs open and uses his tongue on her. Before he stood up and inserted his cock into her, she went limp but continued to sob. He leaned over her grasped both of her hands and pulled them up pinning them beside her head entwining their finger together as he began to thrust by rotating his hips in gentle wide circles.
"What did you say to her, what kinds of lies did you lure her with?" Came the voice over the loudspeaker.
Now his mouth began to move and his voice spoke in Russian, "I told no lies. I told her the truth of what I felt for her." He moaned and sighed as he had done when he lay with her in love and it was doubly horrifying in the current context. "My darling...someday we will be free and when we are I'll be everything you need. You will never want for anything. I love you like a nightingale loves the rose. You make all right in my world and I swear to someday do the same for you."
~~~
"What do you mean? Why did you say that?" Nat said sitting up in her chair.
A long silence ensued and after a few moments his breathing began to hitch and his chest heaved as Bucky struggled to breathe through his tears. His left hand balled into a fist and came up to his chest grabbing a handful of his sweatshirt squeezing it, his right hand covered it both shaking with tension. He rocked back forth sobbing. He abruptly wailed "Это было наше! (Eto bylo nashe / It was ours!)".
"Bucky, what do you mean? What are you saying?" Nat asked frowning.
His eyes still looking down to the floor he said "They wanted to take what we were to each other and break it." in a hoarse tearful voice. He slowly lifted his tear streaked face. He was calming a bit more, but Nat felt not all there. Something was happening. When he looked at her it was as if he was looking through her, through the world really. He didn't revert back to his hyper aware state or the deep detachment he had expressed before. Bucky seemed to exist now in a limbo between the two states of mind. Nat thought it said a lot about the situation that the person who raped her seemed far more distressed by it than she. Maybe it is better she didn't really remember all of it.
"What were we to each other?"
"Lovers. We were in love. We thought we hid the fact well. Every spare moment I had I spent trying to make sure we could stay that way." His body language had become stiff as he spoke.
"Are you telling me they found out and this was our punishment? Bucky, that doesn't make any sense. The first time I met you, yeah, was years ago, but you were trying to kill me to get to your target. Shit, that's what you'd been doing to me every time we met till like 8 months ago." Nat replied.
"That is because that was my punishment. You would be made to forget me & what we had and I would be made to remember so I would never love you or anyone else the way I did when I was the Winter Soldier. They wanted me to be repulsed at the very idea. And it worked. I have never... not since that day. Have you ever read George Orwell's '1984'? They were inspired by his work." Bucky said in an ominous yet sarcastic tone. It was weirdly diluted, like he couldn't muster the energy to feel 100% of any emotion at the moment.
"Buck. Red Room was bad but they wouldn't..." Or would they? They'd had her sterilized. And she along with the rest of the world now understood the Mind Crown has existed since at the earliest the 30s. By the time this all happened the technique would have been perfect and probably untraceable. "And they did all that to make you..."
"Efficient. Like I said... it worked. Because that wasn't all they made me do. Ты разбудил(а) во мне давно забытое (Ty razbudil(a) vo mne davno zabytoye / You have awoken something long forgotten inside of me)." He spoke the phrase sadly. She knew it's meaning but there seemed to be a double meaning for him she did not grasp.
"Bucky...what did they do? What did they do to us?"
~~~
Re: Fill Instant Karma (4/?)
"Look at you. You don't love her. You are no more than an animal. You attack and obey, that is all. Get those clothes off of your body. Turn the table around. Get her on her hands and knees, Fido."
At the word 'Fido' His body straightened and it lost all sensual language. 'No!! No no! I don't want to be like this, I don't want her to know all the things they can make me do! God, why can't I stop you?!' speaking of his body as if it were a separate person. His torso bent and his hands began feet first to remove his clothing and shoes. He grasped the table by two of its legs and turned it so it's length was visible in the two way mirror. He walked to the left of the steel table and forced her to roll over. She roused again becoming more agitated, whimpering in fear mumbling "No, no no no more! Please don't, no more, why are you doing this to me!? Please let me go..!"
He forced her body into position then climbed up on to the end of the table straddling her calves. Then carefully and quickly he got into position. He squatted with his thighs spread eagle resting on his toes and the balls of his feet between her legs. He held his hands up imitating a dog with raised paws standing on its hind legs. The image before the mirror was meant to humiliate and dehumanized them both.
Then with no warning, the light in the room began to strobe of and on in a disorienting manner intersected by a red emergency lamp lighting the room crimson. At the same time, a loud air raid sirens blasted the air once and stopped. In response as he had been trained to do, the soldier's mouth sounded off into loud low barks like a dog. Not 'arf' or 'woof', actual barks that could not be distinguished from those of an actual canine. She had screamed both at the startling sound and at his vicious sounding barks.
"You remember what you are, good boy Fido. Now, you will breed this bitch. Fuck her hard and speak when you see the signal. Begin." The red light flashed and his mouth opened once again eerily accurate barks rose from his throat twice.
With no preparation, his body went from flaccid to erect in an instant which his hand guided into her vagina. He then grasped her about the hips and began to thrust in quick short jabs. She watched in horror as obscenely his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes seemed about as intelligent as any common and not very smart excitable terrier or spaniel. He panted as such remaining poised squatting behind her thrusting and growling like a dog playing tug of war.
"Breed her till we tell you to cum."
He thrust faster and the red light came on again. He barked and fucked on command. He salivated and strings of drool landed on her lower back as he rode her hard.
"Look at her. What a disgrace. Letting a dog fuck her. Disgusting. She should be ashamed."
Buck wanted to look somewhere else but he could he could only focus on one ugly detail over the others, so his eye was caught by the image in the mirror. The flashing lights were doing something to there minds. He forced his eyes downward to her and saw that she was beginning to form an expression of disgust. He looked up once more, unable to stand her looking at him that way. He didn't know what she saw but in the mirror, but he saw his head a was morphing into that of a Doberman pinscher. He watched in horror feeling more than ever he was not looking at his own body.
"Please no no no!" She begged. "Get it off, get it off, get it off me! Don't let it, no, don't!!" She had begun to see the image of a giant terrifying wolf behind her. It's torso shaped more like a man's but it's paws still tipped by razor sharp claws, it was covered in silver and black fur. Though it had the snout and mouth of a wolf she saw it's jaws moving and knew it was saying "Make you bear my pups then eat you alive..."
The red light was being implemented at faster intervals causing him to bark more often and with more enthusiasm. He had begun to sweat and droplets flicked off of him in every direction. She tried to fall forward and cover her face with her arms against the table.
"Make her watch." Came the voice over the intercom.
His left arm reached forward and his hand locked in a fist balled up in her hair. She was pulled back screaming till only her fingertips could brush the top of the table. Barking and slobbering he kept the pace fast and only when the voice said "Good. Now fill her with your cum." he came and began to howl. He released her and went back to his paws up position.
"Good boy. Nice doggy. Now do your business and then we will let you out for a bit."
At these words, he hopped down from the table onto all fours loped to the right rear corner of the room which was visible through and reflected in the mirror. He first sniffed about then turned and lifted his leg and urinated. Next, he defecated and when finished ran to the door and squatted low his hands resting on the floor between his legs imitating a dog sitting now. The red light flashed one last time and he barked twice. Then the door opened and he was allowed to crawl out of it. Then it was slammed and locked once more.
~~~
Re: Fill Instant Karma (5/?)
~~~
When he was made to return to the room again he had been outfitted as if for combat. She had balled herself up atop the table and had somehow fallen asleep. As he approached again she sprang up and tried to take him on. She was fast and limber able to grapple with him using her entire body. He had been given no instruction to fight her and so let her expend her energies trying to obtain a weapon from him until the voice said "Enough. Subdue her."
At this, he reached up with his silver hand grabbed her by the back of the neck the way a mother cat takes up her kitten then leaning forward, used the force of momentum to slam her down onto the table. She writhed in pain, the air knocked out of her.
"Good. Now then, it's time for you to celebrate. You've been very obedient. As a reward, you can play a party game with her. Do to her all of the things your masters most enjoy with you. The ones that make you scream the loudest, make you beg the loudest, make you pray the loudest. You will cum with each act. You will do as many as possible. You will play until she loses consciousness. You may begin."
As it all happened the core of him was caught in a tide of horror of knowing what each of these things felt like to receive and now experiencing them from the perspective of doing them to someone. His limbless essence tossed and writhed in his flesh screaming as he felt the reality and memories colliding inside of him. Something broke under the weight of all the sensations and then there was nothing but pain and screaming for a very long time.
The communication cut and his body began to move again. He first bent forward over her face and grasped her head. She struggled to get away but he held her fast by the sides of her head. He then began licking at her right eye. His tongue pressed over her lashes and tried to force her eyelid open. When it was clear she wouldn't remain still enough he pressed his left hand over her entire head pressing it flat to the table so she couldn't move at all then used his right hand to stretch open her eye. Once done he began to lick her eyeball pressing his tongue under and over her eyeball. He squeezed it into the small spaces of her eye socket repeatedly as if fucking her there with his tongue and soon his breathing grew shallow and fast. He came and moved on to the next.
He pulled her further down on the table until her head hung over the edge. He unzipped and pulled his cock out. It was covered in cum though completely flaccid. It hardened again without need for true arousal on his part and when it did he pressed it int her mouth. He placed a hand on the back of her neck and forced himself down her throat. She gagged hard squeezing his cock in her throat. She kicked and struggled unable to breath with him s far inside. When she grew faint from lack of air he came once more, panting spurts of his semen going directly down into her esophagus.
He pulled out and walked to the foot of the table. The soldier spread her legs even s she clasped her hands around her throat and tried to suck down air. He thrust a finger up her ass with his right hand then forced a second and third in. Her body racked with the pain of it bowed against the table. He grabbed her by the arm with his left keeping her from rolling over and off the table. He pulled out and spit onto his hand then pushed back in, yanking his arm up and down forcing her muscles to loosen. He repeated this process of pulling out, spitting onto his fingers and adding another until he could fit his whole fist up her ass. Then he began making punching motions with his fist in and out of her asshole, making her hole gape wide. When she finally gained enough breath to scream in pain he came again gasping as if it had been caused directly by her scream. The feeling had now lost all meaning to his mind.
Now, he dragged her off the table and using one boot clad foot lifted to the edge f the table to kick out and push, it slid across the room and slammed against the wall. He forced her into her back. For the first time since receiving his new orders, he knelt between her legs and spoke.
"You have ten fingers which means I will give you ten chances. I'm gonna press my own fingers up against your cunt. And you are going to grind against them until you cum. You and I both know what it will look like if you try to fake. I give you three minutes, if you don't do as you are told I will cut your pinky fingernail off and we will start over. If you make me cut all of your fingernails off I will force you to keep your hands in salt every day until they heal."
He pressed his forefinger and middle finger into her vulva against her clit and said: "Begin and do not disappoint me." Having completely submitted due to her fear of any more pain he could inflict upon her she began working her hips feverishly against his fingers. She seemed to have emptied her mind of anything but her task and when she came with 40 seconds to spare so did he and his understanding of sexual pleasure caused by another person lost its meaning.
He stood after and pulled her into a position on her knees and said: "Don't move from this position."
She obeyed and he stood behind her. Then he cocked his boot back and kicked her in the vulva his toes landing over her vagina. She yelped in pain and shook all over with the effort to remain obedient after now knowing what was in store for her. He kicked her over and over until he came and all it meant was he knew it was time to move on.
He then bent taking out a knife and made a small slit in her left thigh under her buttocks. He took out his cock again and it again hardened when needed, his programming and instructions overriding the function of his brain entirely making him able to use mind over matter for insidious design. He rubbed the head of his cock into the wound smearing her blood all over the shallow cut. He moved to her right arm cutting a slit on the soft underside of her upper arm and pressed the head of his cock here as well. He rocked his hips riding in the slick of her blood. He went also to a spot on her ribs this time filleting her skin at the top of the incision three inches and fucked it for a few thrusts until again he came, his cum mixing with blood into a pink foamy looking mess that leak from the opening of the cut.
He had worked his way between her legs again and had been biting and chewing on her clit until he broke skin when a voice said "It is done. She's out. Return to the door and wait to be brought to your room."
~~~
Re: Fill Instant Karma (6/?)
"Please, sweet Jesus, Nat. I- I- I'll tell, I'll do it! Just later, not now, please let me stop, let me out! Let me leave the memories behind!! I feel like I'll lose my mind and never find it again if I have to finish. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!! Please, beat me, burn me, bite me, put needles under my nails. For the love of Christ, don't make me go back there, don't make me return to the memories." Bucky begged. He felt manic in his stress, his posture somehow limp and jerky at once.
He was down on the floor with his arms wrapped around her legs squeezing holding on like a riptide was trying to drag him out to sea. He shook his head continuously negating the past.
Nat knew she could be a pretty heartless bitch when needed but it wasn't needed. She wanted to hear everything so there would be no more surprises. But felt the same about forcing Bucky to speak on the matter any longer.
"Let's make a deal then. You give me the cliff notes version and at some later time this week you will tell in detail. If I am having...disruptions in my life because of this, you will tell me as soon as I ask. In exchange, you will make it up to me until you need to answer."
He cried harder in relief. "Ok, Nat! Ok! I'll be good, whatever you want I'll do it, I'll kill, I'll steal, I'll die for you!!"
"None of that thanks. Just tell me what you can for now. if I think of anything else I want from you today I'll let you know."
He sat up more and looked at her nodding. Then began to speak. "So ok... There used to be these parties. Three or four times a year, I think. All high ranking Hydra members would come from around the world. It was like a gala event. I would be awakened from cryosleep. Every time a certain amount of them would be allowed to take me and do what they wanted with me for four hours then pass me on to the next. They did horrible painful humiliating terrifying nasty things. In that room... they made me do the things I thought were the worst to you. I was told to cum during each, regardless of stimulation. They told me...to do as many as I could till you lost consciousness. When it was done they erased your mind again. And for a long time they didn't erase mine. They wanted it to stick in my head somewhere before they needed to erase again."
Shaking her head Nat said, "What a clusterfuck. I hope I never remember it all then. Shit, I have a stomach ache, all this stress and I haven't even eaten..."
"I can cook you something!" Bucky offered. She at first wanted to say 'We're practically strangers. How can I trust your cooking, you don't even know where I keep everything.' but he looked so hopeful, maybe he thought if he could do a few nice things for her he could take his mind off the guilt. And she figured maybe she wanted him to as well. What Hydra had done to them affected him much deeper than it had her. Perhaps the best way to heal from it for them both was together.
"Know how to make Soldiers and eggs?" She asked standing up. She stretched her arms overhead. She was so drained now she felt she could sleep for a week.
"Yes! Don't worry, I can find my way around. You just go get some rest. Oh, but-do you want coffee? Tea? Expresso? Latte? If you have no coffee pot I can go to Starbucks." he was so eager he remained on his knees but now had clasped his hands together as if begging again.
"Coffee 's fine. You'll find the coffee pot in the cupboard at the back of the kitchen, I'm just gonna lie down, please don't break my condo." She said shuffling back to her room.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be along in a bit with some food for you." He said.
Nat must have drifted off because she found herself being awakened by three soft raps on the door.
"Yeah?" She croaked voice thick with sleep still
"May I come bring it to you or will you come out to eat?"
"Come in." She said. Nat tried to never miss breakfast in bed if it could be done in a nonlife-threatening time.
The door creaked open and Bucky slipped in arms laden with cups bowls& saucers. She noted he had placed her two soft boiled eggs into shot glasses. In one bowl was a peeled orange another red grapes. Her soldiers, toast cut into strips to be dipped int to the yolk of her eggs, were on one saucer and her coffee in a mug on the other. Having bought her coffee from time to time Bucky had given her the perfect amount of sugar and cream, she could tell just by looking.
"I hope you made some of this for yourself."
"I did. I just wanted you to have yours first." He said resting each item one by one on her nightstand.
He left the room when finished and when he returned to the door he asked: "May I eat with you?"
"Yeah, I guess. not gonna change how it tastes if you come in."
he did come in and instead of sitting on the other side of the bed or in the chair at her vanity, he sat on The floor on the side of the bed he had set down her food.
"You don't have to sit there. " She said. "You can sit on the foot of the bed if being over there feels weird."
"Sitting at the same height as you feels weird. I should earn it."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't...really know. It's just something from even before Hydra. I didn't like being in charge of anything. I follow better than lead. And I feel like as long as we know each other it feels right that you are more powerful than I am. So unless you tell me I deserve to do certain things or whether I can have certain things or be certain things, I don't want to. Where ever the future takes me, I think I want you to show me the way."
"Here I was wondering what to do about us now. Is that really how it is?"
"Yeah. After we eat I will wash the dishes and then I'll come back to do more if you will let me."
"Oh. Ok then."
They ate the rest of their meal in silence. Bucky then did exactly as he said he would.
"Come lay here with me." She said when he returned and outside her room.
He looked stricken but obeyed when she said "Not that way. I'm cold and want to be held a while."
"Are you sure you want me?" he said standing in the doorway.
"Yeah, come on, you're a walking heating blanket."
Something about her referring to him as an object seemed far better for him than if she had said 'I trust and forgive you, let's make love to seal the deal.'
He climbed on top of the duvet and put his left arm gently over her. They laid in the spoon position and he radiated heat making her sleepy again. She ruminated over the ideas he presented her with and thought he could be right. She had a power he didn't. The power to function without ever stumbling across the worst of the memories. Nat wondered if she should use it.
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