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The sizzling sound and fresh pungent smell of searing vegetables wafted deliciously through the compounds kitchen. For the first time since you had been invited to Avengers headquarters the team had left you alone for the weekend, “holding down the fort” as Roadie said while the big wigs travelled to the state capitol to finally sign the newest accords.
After the conflict between Tony and Steve had caused waves across the globe the government realized reform was needed, much to the relief of both sides.
Poor Bucky, you thought, as you uncorked one of Tony’s ridiculously expensive bottles of wine, none of it was his fault… You coudn’t help but feel terrible for the Super Soldier. Since he had returned for a brief reprieve from his stay in Wakanda he had been incredibly quiet. He spent most of his time training alone or reading quietly with his cat, who you had to admit was adorable. The white fluff-ball had taken to following you around almost as much as Bucky. Though you were almost entirely certain that was only because you ordered sushi from the city every chance you got and always shared your leftovers.
As if on que, Alpine leapt up gracefully on the granite counter, his green eyes staring curiously at you as you grab your glass of wine to take a quick sip.
“I think I left some tuna nigiri in here buddy, don’t you worry. I got you covered.” You say as you pull the container with the few pieces of fish and rice from the fridge.
“Are you… are you from New York City?” You ask slightly confused as you turn to face the feline while you crack open the container and peel a slice of fish off a mound of rice to offer him. “Or did you come with Bucky from Wakanda? Or Siberia?... is that why you’re called Alpine?...”
You lean forward onto your elbows as Alpine starts to nibble the edge of the tuna. “Although, I guess technically you live in New York now and that trumps just about everything according to New Yorkers… I wonder why Bucky left you here if he’s back in the city….”
“…he didn’t.” Came a gruff voice from behind you. Startled you twist around and without thinking throw all your weight behind a full blow to the chest of who ever was lurking in the hallway beside the kitchen. As the massive body flew back into the far wall of the hallway you caught a flash of metal and dark hair.
Bucky, you thought.
Bucky smashed into the end of the hall, sending cracks splintering up the wall and crumbles of drywall cascading to the floor.
“Shit.” You mutter as you scramble to help the super soldier. Bucky groaned quietly as he heaved himself off the wall, debris falling onto his deep red shirt. You grab him under one arm and help him to his feet, abashedly apologizing. “I’m so so sorry James…” you sputter. “I didn’t know it was you… I didn’t know anyone else was here…”
“Its my fault,” Bucky grumbled, “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. You throw a mean punch…” Looking back at the wall as he hobbled forward brushing the dust off his shirt you heard him mutter “like Stark needed another reason to hate me…”
You walk with him back to the kitchen where Alpine is thoroughly demolishing the pieces of tuna, throwing bits of rice all over the counter. Bucky holds his metal hand against his chest where you hit him, wincing slightly.
“Can I … Can I do anything?” you hesitantly ask, feeling horrible.
Bucky smiles, “Nah, don’t worry. You hit hard, but I’ll live… wouldn’t say no to a drink though.” He leans over to pet his cat who purred fondly in thanks, again leaning into the scratches. You reach into the cabinet a bit flustered and pull out another wine glass, trying to steady yourself with a deep breath. You had no idea he was here, him of all people. Heat rose to your cheeks and you felt a little flutter in your stomach as your mind wandered to the things you’d dreamed of the two of you doing if you ever had the chance to be alone… stop it, you tell yourself.
“A glass of Tony’s favourite Cab Sauv?” you try to ask casually setting the glass down on the counter. “I raided the billionaires fancy wine cellar. Picked the dustiest bottle that I couldn’t pronounce…”
Bucky purses his lips together and looks up at the cabinet, eyeing something else. “How about something stronger.” He moves over to the sideboard and you can’t help but notice how that red shirt hugs his massive shoulders, his powerful back….. stop it, you tell yourself again, ripping your eyes away from Bucky to the cabinet where he was reaching for a clear bottle of golden liquor. Pulling it from the shelf Bucky muttered “Teeling Single Grain…. I’ll be damned…”
Grabbing two glasses with a clink from his metal fingers he set them down on the counter and uncorked the old whisky.
“I’m not a big whisky drinker,” you admit, eying the golden liquor as he poured it into the crystal.
Bucky smirks as he gently slides the glass across the marble counter top. “This stuff is two grand a bottle. It’s like drinking Irish gold.”
“I am willing to learn” you say with vigour, grabbing the glass as Bucky smirked at you. Taking a sip you let the warm liquid drizzle down your throat, feeling its satisfying warmth spread through your chest and clear your senses. “Oh, wow…” you lock your gaze into his icy blue eyes and he raises his eyebrows with a smirk. “That’s amazing…”
“Told you…” he takes a swig of his before a frown slides over his face and he cranes his neck around you. “Oh shit, your dinner.”
“Wha…” you turn to see your veggies smoking and over frying to a singe. “Arg!” grabbing the pan you yank it off the burner and toss the veggies around to asses the damage.
“Man down?” Bucky asks from behind you, as you open the garbage bin and dump the veggies into the trash.
“Mass casualties…” you answer dramatically closing the bin and putting the frying pan in the sink. “Going to have to call for reinforcements… Friday?” You call to the automated house system who dings in over the hidden speakers. “Can you get a pizza here from the city? The usual please.”
Fridays soft female voice rings through the kitchen “One extra large pizza from Scarr’s. Half peperoni and extra cheese, the other half pinnaple?”
“Have one of the drones grab it? Thanks Friday - that’ll be all” you call out to the voice.
“Um,” Bucky looks at you with incredulity, “That’ll be blasphemy.” He says with shock.
You play innocent, “What? Simple pizza… what’s the harm. Come on, don’t tell me as a super solider you have to watch your macros…” you tease lifting your whisky and taking another sip, eye brows raised.
He scoffs, his absolutely radiant smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as he shakes his head. “No but as a Brooklyn native I am appalled at your choice in toppings. That’s sacrilegious.”
You throw your hands up in mock defence and lean your lower back against the counter behind you, “Hey man, a little sin never hurt anyone.”
“It does if you do it right.” Bucky says deadpan, and casually downs his glass of whisky in one gulp.
Your eyes drop to the counter and a ringing fills your ears as heat rushes up your neck into your cheeks. Dammit that’s sexy and it hit you like a tonne of bricks. Suddenly you were all too aware that you were in an empty compound with the Winter Soldier and nothing standing between you but a granite slab. You hear the clink of Buckys glass and the quiet shuffle of his boots along the floor but you keep your gaze lowered. You caught a trace of strong leather and cedar as Bucky stepped close to you.
“Wanda’s told me, you know… the things that are on your mind when you think she can’t hear… the things you think about when no ones around…” he says softly, his deep voice rasping ever so slightly. Your checks flush hotter and the white noise comes back full force into your ears as your brain scrambles to pull thoughts together.
Oh god, you scream at yourself, you idiot!! You KNOW Wanda can hear you. That day in training when he grabbed you from behind – she heard that… The time he walked down the hall pulling a shirt on over his absolutely sculpted chest – she heard that... When he doesn’t shave for a few days… or shows you how to use fighting knives… or sits next to you on the couch… Oh god, she’s heard it ALL.
A gentle press to the bottom of your chin forces your gaze up to his strikingly blue eyes, sincere and yearning. One side of his hair had fallen forward from behind his ears and hung at the edge of his stippled jaw. “Am I out of line?…” he whispered as he moved slightly closer. You couldn’t bring yourself to make a sound. You had wanted this for so long. You lick your lips nervously, but you shake your head.
“Good” came his gruff reply and his hands slid over either side of your neck to caress your face as he pulled you in. A little shock jolted through you as your skin felt the cold of his metal hand. His lips met yours in a kiss that was soft but eager. Kissing him back you place your hands on his chest and lean into him, sighing with elation as his tongue parted your lips and lavished yours with firm strokes. His hands worked their way to the back of your head and ran through your hair, making your whole body shiver as he kissed you fervently. His body pressed against yours firm and strong making you absolutely ache.
You almost whimper as he pulled away ever so slightly, his breathing a little erratic. “I have wanted to do that for so long…”
Balling his crimson shirt up in your fists on top of his chest you pull him back into you, pushing your hips into his. “Don’t stop,” you bite down on your already swollen lower lip staring at his. His hands slid around to your lower back and a devilish gleam came to his eyes.
“No?...” he raised his eyebrows then, tipping his head, he began running kisses all up and down your neck. From behind your ear all the way down to your collar bone he licked and nibbled and downright teased you until you were absolutely ripe with desire, a throb building bellow your waist.
“Here’s the thing doll…” he murmured in between kisses, his deep voice vibrating against your throat. “I don’t take orders...” Black strands of hair fell over his eyes as he pulled his face even with yours, his stare piercing and fierce. “… I give them.”
Without warning his hands grabbed you around the waist and aggressively hauled you up onto the counter, legs dangling on either side of him. With his gleaming metal arm he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift movement and let it fall to the floor. Your eyes shamelessly travel up and down his body as he stepped in close, grasped his hands tightly right above your knees and pulled you right to the edge. “Strong girl like you… you going to be okay with that?” he mused sliding his hands slowly up your legs.
Your heart was pounding in your chest. His posture was almost primal as he leaned in close with his chin tipped down, staring his searing blue eyes into yours. Inhaling one long shaky breath you think of all the things you’d dreamed of him doing to you; his weight on top of you, his teeth on your skin, his metal arm around your throat. You swallowed hard against the heat and steadied the vivacity that rose through your body. You met his fierce stare with one of your own.
“Yes” you murmur.
“Yes, sir.” he corrected you, and grabbed you in an all encompassing kiss that felt like it devoured your very soul. Rough but still soothing he lavished your tongue with his, pressing his solid body against yours. You couldn’t help but curl your legs around him and grind your hips into him as he kissed you. Your body craved more of him. He laughed a deep throaty laugh that reverberated against your lips making you shudder.
“So eager…” he smiled against your kiss as he slid his hand into the front of your pants and worked his fingers against the part of you that ached for him. He groaned against your mouth again as he felt how wet you were, how much you wanted him.
“Such a good girl”, he whispered against your lips and you melted against him at his praise. Without warning he slid his long fingers inside you making you arch your back and grab a firm hold of his muscled forearm. You broke away from his kiss and threw your head back inhaling sharply as he curled his fingers firmly inside you, pushing your sensation to the brink and working against the throbbing that you were now manic to satiate. Your eyes rolled back when his lips latched onto your throat as he worked into you, responding to the tilt of your hips and the pull of your hands he ground deeper.
You squeal with pleasure and lean back against the wall behind the counter, pushing your center as much into him as you can. You were so close to the brink, so close to… and then his hand stilled. Panting you almost whimper, looking down at his face. His head was cocked to one side and he was grinning ever so slightly.
“Not until I say doll…” he leans forward to give you a gentle tease of a kiss and you buck your hips against him, clenching hard around his fingers that were still deep inside you, desperate to wring one last surge of pleasure out of them. But something clamps down around your neck, catching your breath.
Bucky’s left arm was reaching up and pressing you against the wall by your throat. Grabbing onto it with your hand you grasp firmly around the solid vibranium wrist as his other hand began working into you again, in long steady hard strokes.
“Not… until… I… say.” he said with each stroke through a clenched jaw.
You felt yourself clenching around his fingers, almost unable to control what he was creating inside you. He could feel how close you were but he didn’t quicken his pace, didn’t change the pressure; just slowly and firmly let you build and build as your moans became louder and louder.
“Bucky…. Bucky I’m going to come.” you spout out in a raspy whisper against his grip.
His hand tightened around your throat and you pulled half-heartedly at the metal arm.
“You mean can I come doll…” he calmly murmurs into your ear.
A little surge of a different kind of pleasure rushes through your mind, the orders from the super soldier having an almost euphoric affect on you. You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as your whole body feels a rush of satisfaction.
“Can I come, Sergeant?” you plead, barely able to control yourself. A low chuckle reverberates from him as he bites down on your bottom lip.
“Yes doll, come all over me. I want to feel it.”
You crashed over the edge, your whole body alive with ecstasy and the hand that tightened around your throat was only intensifying your orgasm. Back arched completely your hips shuddered as Bucky didn’t cease, didn’t slow down. He kept working into you, wringing out every last wave of pleasure with his metal arm holding you firmly against the wall, fingers tight against your throat that moaned and gasped in absolute frenzy.
After what felt like ages you couldn’t help but go limp, your hand releasing the clench hold you had on his metal arm. You felt his hand let go from your neck, allowing you to breathe deep and relax against the wall. You had never felt such intensity. Your head swam as you felt something pulling at your hoodie tugging it over your head, exposing your bare chest. You lifted your hips when you felt the tug at your shorts, pulling them off.
A bristled nuzzle against your face opened your eyes. A strong kiss pulsed life back into your muscles, waking you from your euphoric stupor. You breathed deep, the scent of him intoxicating you just as much as the feel of his naked chest against yours. His kiss moved down to your throat and to your chest, lavishing your bare skin with enticing sensations. You tangled your fingers in his hair and he clamps his teeth down on one of your nipples, making you hiss. Tugging his head up from your chest you grab his mouth with yours, kissing him fervently. As he leaned into your kiss you felt the tip of him press against your entrance making you absolutely quiver with desire for him to be inside you. You angle your hips down, begging for him to push into you but he pulls away.
“Doll…” he teases, as he presses himself against your wetness again, only to pull away with a snigger. A hand clamps around your jaw and your face is forced upwards. “I’m going to need to hear that sweet mouth ask nicely…” his tongue flicked against your lips as he pushed his tip just into your opening again, enough that you could feel the girth of him.
That same sensation from before crashes over you, wanting nothing but to please your sergeant, your Winter Soldier. But there was a small part of you that wanted to see where you could push him, how much fun you could have with this.
“I don’t know Sergeant…” you said sounding almost uninterested. “Would it be out of place if I didn’t want to beg?” You cock your head to the side and, clasping your hands around his neck you pull him in close and whisper; “Would it be so bad if I wanted you to make me…”.
What could only be described as a primal growl snarled out of him. In reply his teeth grazed up your neck and his hands clamped firmly around your hips. Before you could even think he plunged himself into you, deep and hard. Your breath caught in your throat at the size of him, a delicious strain with just enough pleasure mixed in with the pain to be immensely satisfying.
“Oh I’ll have you begging… don’t you worry…” he said through panted breaths. His strokes were even and powerful. He tilted his hips with every thrust, making you pulse with intensity as he stroked your g spot. You writhed with pleasure, grasping as his bare back with your hands, scraping his skin with your nails. This man knew what he was doing as he brought you right to the edge before slowing his pace. As he stopped he ran his hands up and down the full length of your back, savouring in your shivering against his touch.
“Bucky…” you sigh and he grabbed you in another kiss, ravishing you with his tongue that still tasted like just a tinge of that golden whisky.
A deep giggle reverberated through his kiss and you felt his lips curl up into a smile against yours. “What was that?...” he asked so innocently, sliding himself almost completely out and then slowly into you again, watching you writhe. “You need something doll?” His hands grabbed around your waist as he lifted you off the counter. The shift of him inside you made your breath catch and you clung to his shoulders as he lowered you both to the floor. He sat with you on top of him holding you tight against his chest and you wrapped your legs around his waist wanting him as close as he could be, as deep as you could get him.
He began rocking into you again and you matched him stroke for stroke as he held you tight, still utterly in control. Over and over he brought you so close to orgasm that your mind was spinning, your body was shaking and you were completely at his mercy.
“James….” You murmur as he presses his face against yours, bringing you so close again that you dig your fingers into his back.
“You need something doll?...” he crooned again casually, his vibranium fingers coming up to gently caress the side of your face.
“James… please.” you say almost breathlessly, your body absolutely primed and teetering on the edge of complete ecstasy. You feel him laugh slightly as he breathes a deep sigh.
“Good girl…” he gently growls in your ear as he begins to thrust into you again, stronger than before. Within a few strokes you felt yourself reeling again and he pushes you over the edge of bliss, your whole body electric and writhing as he wrings out every surge of pleasure, grabbing you in a strong kiss to quiet your cries.
You feel his jaw stutter and his hips quiver as he finds his own release within the strokes that still drove your orgasm even deeper.
You both still completely, wrapped around each other, panting and satiated. His body was so warm, so strong. You let your head roll back in exhaustion and felt his gentle kisses against your throat, his stubble just gently scraping your sensitive skin.
You swallow hard against a very dry throat and mutter “I’ve never given any man control like that…what a rush…” James wrapped his arms around you and pulls you in closer, his one arm cold against your bare back sending goosebumps rushing across your skin. “And that good girl thing... hate to say it but…. I liked that Serge.” you admit, simpering at him.
He smirked, raising his right hand in a relaxed salute. “Just trying to be all that I can be mam…” His charming grin soon turned to wide eyed shock as his eyes drifted over your head to stare out the plate glass window. Twisting in his embrace that had no gone stock still you turn to see a man sized iron suit hovering in the dark outside the building, its shining red surface alight with cascading rain as it glowed from the light of the kitchen.
You couldn’t help but laugh quietly as you planted your feet on the floor and stood so casually out of the rigid arms of the now frozen Winter Soldier, walking over to the plate glass. Sliding the window open you reach out to the suit. “Took you long enough.” Pulling the now wet pizza box out of the droids hands you shut the window and strode back into the kitchen. Bucky’s eyes followed you and he breathed a sigh of relief as whole body relaxed.
“At ease solider,” you teased as you popped the pizza onto the counter. “Besides, didn’t you almost best him once already? I’m sure you could hold your own against the Mark L.”
“Yea, but I’ve got a lot of ground to make up with Tony. It’s … complicated.” He said quietly, his eyes going dark as his face turned down. You immediately felt pulled back to the real world where this man wasn’t just a virile specimen of a solider, but a tortured mind and a ravaged soul. It was very easy to forget how much he had been through. That the brooding wasn’t posturing, it was sincere.
“You know,” you said as you pulled your shorts and sweater back on and flipped the top of the box open grabbing a slice, “deep down he knows you didn’t mean to do any of those things. He knows you had no control. That you were a weapon against your own will.”
The soldier stayed quiet, his shoulders still slumped as he stared at the floor in front of him. You push the point as you stride a few steps toward him. “We have all done things we can’t take back. Hell, Bruce broke Harlem and he forgave him.”
You saw a small twitch at the side of his mouth. “I would just never want to give him any more reason to hate me. To think I take advantage of his forgiveness… or his generosity.” He scoffed and his hand gestured in your direction, “or of his new recruit…”
“Oh James… Tony knows well enough,” you began as you bent down to caress his stubbled jaw and steal a kiss. Closing your own hand around his throat you saw shock glaze back over the super soliders eyes as you effortlessly lifted him by his neck clear off the floor and back to his feet, still holding your slice of pizza in the other hand. “The only advantage you had was the one I gave you.”
You wink at him as he stood still a little shocked, harshly reminded of who was really the strongest of the two of you. “Now,” you say as you lightly smack his left check and walk around his massive frame. “You going to eat some of this pizza, or stand naked in uncle Tony’s kitchen until he comes home to find you drank his good whisky and slept with his niece?”
Bucky whips around as you take a bite of delicious salty and sweet pizza.
“Niece!?”
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