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The rain hammered down on the windshield like a relentless drumbeat, blurring the world outside into streaks of gray and black. 

Steve's hands clenched the steering wheel, his broad shoulders tense under the thin fabric of his tactical jacket as he pushed the stolen SUV to its limits. The engine growled in response, tires hydroplaning slightly on the slick highway that cut through the dense forest surrounding HYDRA's hidden outpost. 

You'd barely made it out alive - the explosion from the breached lab still echoed in your ears, a chaotic symphony of alarms, gunfire, and shattering glass that had propelled the three of you into this desperate flight.

In the backseat, you braced yourself against the jolts of the uneven road, your fingers digging into the worn leather upholstery. The air inside the vehicle was thick with the scent of wet earth, gunpowder residue, and the faint metallic tang from Bucky's arm. 

Your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the adrenaline from the escape still surging through your veins like liquid fire. But beneath that familiar rush, something else lingered - a subtle itch in your lungs from that accidental inhalation back in the lab. 

During the skirmish, as you'd dodged a guard's swing, your elbow had knocked over a cluster of vials on a cluttered workbench. One had cracked open, releasing a fine mist of iridescent powder that caught in the air like dust motes in a sunbeam. You'd coughed once, sharply, as Bucky's metal hand clamped around your wrist and pulled you toward the exit. 

Pollen? Some chemical agent? You couldn't tell, and there hadn't been time to wonder. Now, hours into the chase, it manifested as nothing more than a faint warmth settling in your chest, barely noticeable amid the chaos, like the distant hum of an approaching storm.

Steve glanced in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes sharp and assessing, framed by strands of damp blond hair that had escaped his usual neat style. 

“Everyone holding up?” he asked, his voice steady but edged with the strain of command. He swerved the SUV around a sharp curve, the vehicle listing dangerously to one side before righting itself. The headlights swept across the roadside, illuminating twisted trees and puddles that mirrored the stormy sky above.

“Yeah,” you replied, though your voice came out a touch breathier than intended. 

You shifted your position, crossing your arms over your chest to steady yourself as another pothole rattled the frame. The movement sent a faint ripple through your body, a whisper of sensitivity along your skin where your shirt clung damply from the rain you'd dodged outside. It was nothing alarming - just the aftereffects of the fight, you told yourself, ignoring the way your pulse seemed to quicken ever so slightly in your throat.

Bucky, in the passenger seat, was a coiled spring of motion. He twisted halfway around, his flesh hand reloading his pistol with practiced efficiency while his metal arm braced against the door frame. Rain lashed through the open window, soaking his dark hair and plastering his shirt to the defined lines of his chest and abdomen. Scars peeked from beneath the collar, reminders of battles long past, but his focus was laser-sharp on the threat behind you. 

The two HYDRA sedans were relentless shadows in the mirrors, their engines roaring as they closed the gap, fender lights cutting through the downpour like accusatory fingers.

“They're too close,” Bucky growled, his Brooklyn accent thickening with urgency. 

He leaned out the window again, the cold wind whipping at his face, carrying the sharp ozone smell of the storm. Water streamed down his cheeks, but he held steady, sighting down the barrel of his gun. 

A crack echoed - muffled by the rain but unmistakable - as he fired. The lead sedan's front tire exploded in a spray of rubber and water, sending it skidding sideways across the wet pavement. It veered toward the shoulder, clipping a guardrail with a screech of metal on metal, but the second vehicle swerved to avoid it, accelerating with vicious determination.

You watched from the back, your heart slamming against your ribs in time with the wipers' frantic swipe. 

The powder's residue stirred faintly in your system, manifesting as a subtle flush across your collarbones, warm like the first sip of hot coffee on a winter morning. It wasn't intrusive, just there - a gentle undercurrent that made the leather seat feel a fraction more textured against your palms, the vibrations of the road humming softly up your spine. 

You rubbed your arms, attributing it to the chill seeping in from the cracked windows, and leaned forward to peer between the seats.

Steve's foot pressed harder on the gas, the speedometer climbing past ninety. The forest blurred into a green-black haze on either side, branches clawing at the air as if trying to snag the fleeing vehicle. 

“Bucky, keep them off our tail. We need to lose them before we hit the interstate.” His commands were clipped, born from years of leading charges and narrow escapes, but you caught the flicker of worry in his profile when he stole another glance back at you.

Bucky nodded, firing off another round that shattered the pursuing car's windshield in a web of cracks. Glass shards glittered briefly in their headlights before the sedan faltered, its driver fighting for control. 

“Got it, Cap”' Bucky shot back, his lips curling into a grim half-smile despite the tension. 

He ducked back inside momentarily, wiping rain from his eyes with the back of his hand, and turned to check on you again. His gaze lingered a beat longer this time, those piercing blue eyes scanning your face for signs of injury. 

“You sure you're good? That lab was a mess… you took a hit back there.”

The concern in his voice wrapped around you like a blanket, grounding amid the frenzy. You met his eyes, forcing a nod. 

“Just shaken up. Whatever that stuff was, it's not doing much yet.” 

And it wasn't - only the barest hint of awareness prickled at the edges of your senses, like static electricity on your fingertips, too faint to pinpoint or dwell on. The chase demanded your attention anyway; another bullet whizzed past the SUV, embedding in the trunk with a dull thunk that made you flinch.

Steve accelerated into a straightaway, the road opening up ahead like a promise of temporary safety. 

The storm intensified, lightning forking across the sky and illuminating the rugged terrain - the muddy ditches, the looming pines heavy with rain. Bucky braced for another shot, his body language all lethal grace, while you gripped the seat, willing the vehicle forward. 

The powder's subtle warmth ebbed and flowed with your breaths, a mere undernote in the symphony of survival, as the HYDRA pursuers faded slightly in the mirrors, their lights wavering like distant stars on the verge of winking out.

The momentary reprieve shattered like fragile glass under the storm's fury. From the shadows of the treeline, two more HYDRA vehicles erupted onto the highway - sleek black sedans with reinforced bumpers and tinted windows that gleamed ominously in the intermittent flashes of lightning. 

They flanked the SUV with predatory precision, one pulling up on the left side while the other closed in from the right, their engines snarling in unison with the thunder overhead. The rain-slicked road reflected their headlights in shimmering pools, turning the pursuit into a deadly ballet of light and shadow.

Steve's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening on the wheel as he spotted them in his peripheral vision. 

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, the curse slipping out rare and raw from the usually composed captain. 

He yanked the steering wheel hard to the left, the SUV fishtailing in response as tires screeched against the asphalt. 

The world tilted violently, the vehicle's frame groaning under the strain of the abrupt maneuver. Water sprayed up from the puddles, drenching the undercarriage and adding to the cacophony of the chase.

Even with the seatbelt digging into your shoulder, the force threw you sideways against the door. Your head bumped lightly against the cool glass, the impact jarring but not painful. 

A sound escaped your lips - soft, involuntary, more like a hushed exhale than the sharp grunt of discomfort you'd expect. It hung in the air for a split second, unfamiliar even to your own ears, carrying an undercurrent that you couldn't quite place amid the adrenaline. 

The pollen, that insidious whisper from the lab, chose this moment to stir a fraction deeper into your system. 

It wasn't a rush, not yet - just a gentle unfurling, like warm tendrils brushing against the edges of your nerves.

A faint tingle bloomed low in your belly, subtle as the first drops of rain before a downpour, heightening the awareness of your skin where the seatbelt pressed against your hip. 

Your breaths came a touch shallower, but you dismissed it as the jolt of the swerve, focusing instead on steadying yourself with a hand against the window.

Bucky whipped around in his seat, his metal arm whirring faintly as he adjusted his grip on the pistol. Rain still dripped from his hair, tracing paths down his neck and soaking the collar of his shirt, which clung to the taut muscles of his back. He leaned out the passenger window without hesitation, the cold wind battering his face as he took aim at the sedan on their right. 

“Hold on!” he barked over the roar of the engine and the relentless patter of rain. 

His shot rang out, precise and thunderous, punching a hole through the aggressor's side mirror. Shards of plastic and glass exploded outward, but the vehicle didn't falter - it accelerated, ramming the SUV's rear quarter panel with a bone-rattling thud that sent vibrations through the entire frame.

The impact rocked you again, your body pressing harder into the door as the seatbelt restrained you. That same odd sound bubbled up from your throat, softer this time, almost a sigh laced with something warmer, something that made your cheeks heat just a degree. 

The pollen's influence crept onward, delicately teasing your nervous system like fingertips ghosting over bare skin - nothing overwhelming, but enough to make the leather beneath you feel oddly alive, the vibrations from the road resonating a whisper deeper into your core. Your thighs shifted instinctively, seeking a subtle friction against the confines of your pants, though you attributed it to the discomfort of the cramped space and the ongoing chaos. 

A faint flush crept up your neck, warm and unbidden, blending seamlessly with the chill seeping in from the storm.

Steve corrected the wheel with a growl, weaving the SUV between the encroaching threats. The left-flanking sedan tried to box them in, its grille inches from the driver's side door, while the one behind pushed relentlessly, headlights blinding in the mirrors. 

“Bucky, take the one on the right. I'll try to shake the left!” Steve's voice cut through the din, authoritative yet strained, his focus unbreakable as he scanned for an escape route. 

The highway curved ahead, flanked by dense woods on one side and a steep embankment on the other, the rain turning the shoulders into treacherous mudslides.

Bucky fired again, his body twisting with fluid lethality despite the bucking vehicle. The bullet grazed the sedan's tire, forcing it to swerve erratically and buy them precious seconds. He pulled back inside just long enough to reload, his flesh hand slick with rain and sweat, before glancing over his shoulder at you. 

His eyes, stormy blue and intense, locked onto yours in the dim interior light. 

“You okay back there?” 

There was an edge to his concern now, sharper than before, as if he'd caught that peculiar sound you'd made. His gaze flicked over you quickly - checking for blood, for bruises - but lingered on the subtle rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers gripped the armrest a bit too tightly.

“Yeah,” you managed, your voice steady enough, though it carried that breathy undertone again. 

The pollen wove its way a little further, a soft hum along your spine that made every jolt of the car echo with a faint, electric sensitivity. It prickled at the base of your skull, drawing your attention to the damp fabric of your shirt against your ribs, the way it molded to your form with each uneven breath. 

Not painful, not urgent - just there, like a secret awakening, stirring the edges of awareness without demanding notice. 

You met Bucky's eyes, forcing a tight smile to reassure him, even as the warmth pooled subtly in your limbs, making your skin feel alive to the humid air inside the cabin.

The left sedan lunged closer, its bumper clipping the SUV's fender with a spark of metal on metal. 

Steve swore again, this time louder, and floored the accelerator, the engine protesting as they surged forward. The road dipped into a shallow valley, water rushing across the lanes like shallow rivers, and the pursuing vehicles splashed through it, undeterred. 

Lightning cracked overhead, illuminating the scene in stark white: the twisted trunks of trees clawing at the sky, the relentless sheets of rain, and the three of you locked in this high-stakes evasion. 

Bucky braced for his next shot, his presence a solid anchor amid the turmoil, while the pollen's gentle assault continued its slow burn, heightening the sensory overload just enough to blur the line between fear and something inexplicably deeper.

As the chase intensified, the HYDRA cars coordinated their attack, one dropping back to cover the rear while the other pressed the flank. 

Steve spotted a narrow off-ramp ahead, half-obscured by foliage and promising a chance to lose them in the backroads. 

“Hang tight. I'm taking this exit!” he announced, already angling the wheel. 

The maneuver would be tight, risky in the downpour, but it was their best shot. You nodded, though your body hummed with that nascent warmth, the pollen's touch now a faint caress along your nerves, making the anticipation of the turn feel charged with an undercurrent you couldn't yet name.

Steve's hands flew across the wheel with practiced precision, the SUV veering sharply toward the off-ramp just as the road narrowed into a twisting ribbon of asphalt swallowed by the encroaching woods. 

The tires bit into the wet surface, hydroplaning for a heart-stopping second before gripping again, the vehicle lurching as it barreled down the incline. Mud and gravel spat up from the shoulders, pinging against the undercarriage like erratic gunfire, while the storm's wind howled through the denser canopy overhead. 

The pursuing sedans faltered for a moment on the main highway, their heavier frames struggling with the sudden turn, but one - relentless and closer than the others - powered through, its headlights slicing through the rain like accusatory beams as it tailed you onto the backroad.

The path ahead devolved into a serpentine gauntlet, flanked by looming pines that whipped past in a blur of dark silhouettes, their branches clawing at the sky. Puddles turned into shallow streams crossing the lane, forcing Steve to weave with controlled aggression, his shoulders tense under the soaked fabric of his shirt. 

“They're still on us,” he ground out, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror where the single HYDRA car loomed, its engine revving to close the gap despite the treacherous terrain.

Bucky twisted in his seat, rain still streaking his face as he braced his elbow against the door frame, pistol raised. 

The SUV's erratic path made aiming a nightmare - the constant sway and jolts throwing off his line of sight, the downpour blurring everything beyond a few feet. He squeezed off a shot, the crack echoing sharply, but it went wide, splintering bark from a nearby tree trunk instead of hitting the mark. 

“Damn rain,” he muttered, frustration etching lines around his mouth as he adjusted, the metal of his arm glinting faintly in the dashboard glow. 

Another attempt followed, but the bullet skimmed harmlessly off the sedan's roof, the vehicle undeterred as it splashed through a rut, gaining ground.

You couldn't just sit there. Adrenaline surged through you, mingling with that persistent, subtle undercurrent from the pollen, sharpening your resolve. 

Your fingers closed around the grip of your sidearm, the cool metal familiar and grounding as you unbuckled just enough to maneuver. 

With a flick of the switch, you powered down the rear window, the glass sliding away to unleash a torrent of wind and rain that immediately soaked your hair and face. Cold droplets pelted your skin like needles, but you ignored it, hooking one arm over the door frame as you leaned out, the upper half of your body exposed to the onslaught. 

Water cascaded down your neck in rivulets, slipping beneath the collar of your shirt and tracing icy paths along your collarbone, soaking into the fabric until it clung transparently to your shoulders and chest. 

The sensation sent a shiver racing down your spine - not from the chill of the storm, but from something warmer, more insistent, that bloomed in its wake. 

Your skin prickled with heightened awareness, each drop feeling like a deliberate caress, igniting faint sparks along your nerves that pooled low in your abdomen. It wasn't discomfort; it was a strange, electric thrill that made your breath hitch, your body responding in ways that defied the chaos around you. 

The pollen's subtle invasion clicked into place then, a quiet realization amid the roar: this warmth, this unnatural sensitivity wasn't just the adrenaline or the cold - it was the powder from the vial, weaving through your system, awakening sensations that twisted fear into something laced with unwelcome heat. 

Your cheeks burned with the awareness, but you shoved it aside, forcing your focus to the task, the pistol steady in your grip despite the trembling in your limbs.

The HYDRA car surged closer, its grille filling your peripheral vision, bullets from its occupants whizzing past with deadly intent - one grazing the SUV's taillight in a shower of sparks. 

You blinked rain from your eyes, the world a hazy smear of grays and greens, and lined up your shot. The recoil from the first pull of the trigger jarred your arm, the bullet finding its mark with a satisfying thunk into the sedan's hood. Steam hissed from the engine bay almost immediately, but it kept coming. 

You fired again, the second round punching through the grille, and the third - deliberate, aimed at the vulnerable radiator - elicited a guttural cough from the vehicle as coolant sprayed out in a white plume, mixing with the rain.

At the same moment, Bucky finally connected, his shot shattering the sedan's front tire with an explosive pop. Rubber shredded across the road in black strips, the car fishtailing wildly as it lost control, veering off the path into the embankment with a crunch of metal and splintering wood. It flipped once, twice, before coming to a smoking halt against a cluster of trees, its lights flickering out like a dying star. 

The immediate threat neutralized, you hauled yourself back inside, slamming the window shut against the deluge, your body slick and shivering from the exposure. 

Water dripped from your hair onto the seat, your shirt plastered to your skin, outlining every curve and hollow with damp insistence.

Steve let out a measured exhale, easing off the accelerator as the backroad stretched emptier ahead, the storm's fury the only pursuer now. 

“Nice shot,” he called back, his voice carrying a note of approval amid the tension, though his eyes stayed glued to the mirrors, vigilant for any more surprises. 

Bucky holstered his weapon, turning to check on you fully this time, his gaze sweeping over your drenched form with a mix of relief and that same flickering concern from earlier. 

"You alright? That was reckless… leaning out like that in this weather.” His tone was gruff, but his flesh hand reached back briefly, brushing a wet strand from your forehead before withdrawing, the touch lingering like an echo of the pollen's warmth.

You nodded, wiping rain from your face, but the subtle effects persisted - a gentle thrum along your nerves, making the sodden fabric against your breasts feel acutely alive, the residual adrenaline amplifying the pollen's slow creep. 

Your skin tingled where the water had trailed, a faint ache building between your thighs that you crossed to quell, attributing it to the exertion even as doubt nagged at you. 

The cabin smelled of wet earth and gun smoke, the engine's hum a steady counterpoint to your quickened pulse, as the three of you pressed on into the shadowed depths of the woods, the escape far from over but the immediate danger diffused for now.

Steve's grip on the wheel loosened fractionally as the backroad smoothed out into a straighter stretch, the dense woods giving way to occasional clearings where the storm's lightning illuminated flooded meadows like fleeting spotlights. 

The SUV's wipers thrashed rhythmically against the windshield, smearing the relentless downpour, while the engine's low growl filled the cabin, a constant reminder of the fragile bubble of safety you'd carved out. 

Your body still hummed from the exposure outside - the rain's chill clinging to your skin beneath the damp shirt, but that underlying warmth from the pollen refused to fade, a soft pulse that made every shift in your seat send faint ripples through your limbs. It wasn't insistent yet, just a quiet awareness, like your nerves were tuning themselves sharper, picking up the vibration of the tires over gravel or the subtle creak of leather under Bucky's weight.

Bucky twisted further in his seat, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that cut through the dim interior light. 

He studied you, really studied you - taking in the flush creeping up your neck, the way your fingers absently tugged at the hem of your soaked shirt, the slight parting of your lips as you drew in a steadying breath. 

His metal arm rested on the console, unmoving, while his flesh hand flexed once, as if debating whether to reach out again. The scrutiny stretched on, seconds feeling like minutes amid the patter of rain on the roof, his expression shifting from concern to dawning realization, brows knitting together as pieces clicked into place.

"Oh," he said finally, the word hanging heavy in the air, laced with a weight that suggested he'd just unraveled one of the universe's most guarded secrets. 

His gaze didn't waver, tracing the subtle tremor in your hands or the way you crossed your legs a bit tighter against that building, inexplicable sensitivity low in your core. 

"Shit."

Steve's focus shattered for a split second, his head snapping sideways just enough to catch Bucky's profile without veering off course. The road ahead curved gently around a stand of oaks, their leaves thrashing in the wind, and he navigated it on instinct while demanding, 

"What? Another car?" 

His voice was sharp, edged with the readiness to accelerate again, muscles coiling under his damp uniform as he scanned the mirrors for any sign of renewed pursuit.

Bucky shook his head slowly, the motion deliberate, his eyes still fixed on you like he was committing every detail to memory. Strands of his dark hair clung to his forehead, water beading on his stubble, but he ignored it, the weight of what he suspected pressing down on him. 

"Nope," he replied, the denial flat and unyielding. "I think that'd be better." 

There was no humor in it, just a grim resignation that made the cabin feel smaller, the air thicker with unspoken implications.

He leaned back slightly, murmuring your name in a low, apologetic tone that carried across the space between you, soft enough that it felt intimate despite Steve's presence. 

"You've inhaled some sort of... sex pollen, for lack of better terms." 

The words tumbled out reluctant, like he hated voicing them, his jaw tightening as he watched for your reaction. It wasn't an accusation or a joke - more a confession, drawn from whatever fragments of HYDRA's twisted experiments he'd pieced together in his mind. His expression softened with regret, the lines around his eyes deepening, as if he blamed himself for not spotting the trap sooner.

The revelation landed like a quiet shockwave, amplifying the subtle thrums already coursing through you. Your skin prickled anew, not from the cooling dampness but from the confirmation that twisted the warmth in your chest into something more pointed - a faint, insistent ache that spread to your thighs, making the seam of your pants press against you in a way that drew an involuntary swallow. 

It wasn't overwhelming, not yet; just a gentle escalation, your body awakening to touches that weren't there, the residual rain on your collarbone feeling like a lingering stroke. 

You met Bucky's gaze, the flush deepening under his scrutiny, a mix of denial and dawning unease bubbling up as you processed it. Sex pollen - HYDRA's perverse science, turning vulnerability into this slow-burning haze that sharpened every sensation without mercy.

Steve's eyes flicked back to the road, but his posture stiffened, the SUV picking up speed as if to outrun the complication. 

"What the hell does that mean?" he pressed, voice steady but threaded with urgency, glancing between the windshield and the rearview where he could just catch your reflection. 

The trees blurred past faster now, the storm's rumble underscoring the tension, lightning forking across the sky to cast stark shadows inside the vehicle.

Bucky exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face before turning halfway to face you both, his voice dropping to explain without graphic detail, though the implication hung heavy. 

"It's one of their bio-weapons… inhaled, airborne. Starts subtle, heightens everything... sensitivity, urges. Builds slow if you're fighting it, but it doesn't let go easy." He paused, his look apologetic again as it settled on you, noting the way your breathing had shallowed, the pollen's influence weaving deeper now, turning the adrenaline crash into a warmer, more treacherous tide. 

"We need to get you somewhere safe, fast. Before it ramps up."

The words settled over you like the rain outside, persistent and unrelenting, your body responding with a fresh wave of that tingling awareness - nipples tightening against the wet fabric of your bra, a soft heat pooling between your legs that you shifted to ignore. 

The cabin's confines felt charged, Bucky's proximity a magnetic pull, Steve's protective vigilance a steady anchor, as the SUV plunged deeper into the forested backroads, the escape morphing into a race against your own physiology.

Your gaze shifted to Bucky, locking onto the side of his face as the SUV rumbled over a pothole-filled stretch of the backroad, the jolt sending a fresh ripple through your sensitized nerves. 

The pollen's warmth lingered like a low ember in your veins, making the simple act of turning your head feel amplified - the brush of wet hair against your shoulder drawing an unintended shiver that had nothing to do with the chill seeping through the windows. 

Rain lashed the glass in sheets, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of grays and greens, the wipers' frantic swipe the only rhythm breaking the heavy silence that followed his revelation.

"How do you know about that stuff?" you asked, your voice coming out rougher than intended, scraped raw from the earlier shouts during the chase and the cold bite of the storm. It cracked slightly on the last word, betraying the undercurrent of that building haze, your throat tight as if the words themselves carried the pollen's subtle heat.

Bucky didn't answer right away. His jaw worked silently, the muscle ticking under the shadow of stubble, his eyes fixed on the dashboard lights flickering across his lap. The metal arm whirred faintly as his fingers curled into a loose fist on his thigh, a telltale sign of the memories stirring beneath his guarded exterior. 

Steve kept his focus ahead, but you caught the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his knuckles whitened on the wheel, listening without interrupting, the engine's hum underscoring the unspoken weight in the air.

"They made you inhale it," you said next, the words flat and certain, not phrased as a question but as an unyielding truth you'd pieced together from the fragments of his hesitation. 

It hung there, accusatory toward the ghosts of HYDRA rather than him, your chest tightening with a surge of protective anger that momentarily overshadowed the pollen's insidious creep - the faint prickle along your collarbone, the way your skin seemed to hum against the confines of your seatbelt.

He didn't nod, didn't confirm it with words or even a glance your way. But the flicker in his eyes - steel blue depths flashing with a haunted shadow, raw and unguarded for just a heartbeat - told you everything. 

It was the look of someone who'd been cracked open and remade in the dark, experiments etching scars deeper than the ones on his skin. That single, fleeting glint carried the weight of labs lit by harsh fluorescents, restraints biting into wrists, and the forced burn of foreign air scorching lungs until will bent under chemical siege. 

No denial, no deflection; just quiet acceptance that you'd seen through the veil he usually kept drawn tight.

And in that moment, the hatred for HYDRA coiled tighter in your gut, a venomous twist that made your hands clench against the leather seat. 

They hadn't stopped at wielding him like a blunt instrument, hadn't settled for the endless cycle of torture and reprogramming that had stolen pieces of his soul. No, they'd delved further, twisting his body into their playground for perverse serums and airborne poisons, testing limits on the man they'd already broken a hundred times over. 

The thought fueled a fresh wave of resolve, mingling with the pollen's subtle escalation - a warmer flush spreading across your chest, nipples pebbling faintly against the damp fabric of your shirt, an unwelcome distraction that you shoved down amid the rising fury.

Steve broke the silence first, his voice low and measured as he downshifted around a sharp bend, tires hydroplaning briefly on the slick asphalt before gripping again. 

"Bastards," he muttered, the word laced with a cold edge that promised retribution, his eyes meeting yours in the rearview for a split second - blue and steady, a silent vow that they wouldn't let this - or anything else - claim you without a fight. 

The road ahead narrowed into thicker woods, branches clawing at the sky like skeletal hands, the storm's fury showing no signs of letting up as the SUV pressed on, carrying the weight of revelations and the slow-building storm within you.

Bucky cleared his throat, the sound rough and deliberate in the confined space of the SUV, cutting through the patter of rain on the roof like a gravelly interruption. His profile remained angled toward the window, but you saw the subtle shift in his posture - the way his shoulders drew in slightly, as if bracing against the vulnerability his words dragged into the open. 

"Well, hopefully, it won't linger in your system as much as it did in mine. You know, with the serum and all that..." 

His voice trailed off, low and edged with a reluctance that spoke volumes, the implication hanging heavy: his enhanced body had amplified the torment, turning what might have been a fleeting haze into something that clawed deeper, longer.

For a split second, your mind betrayed you, conjuring an unbidden image of him under the pollen's grip - Bucky, the Winter Soldier forged in fire and ice, undone by a primal surge. 

Muscles taut and straining against his tactical gear, breath ragged, that metal arm pinning something - or someone - with desperate precision, his eyes dark with a hunger that overrode every programmed restraint. 

The vision hit like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fresh pulse low in your belly, and before you could clamp it down, a soft moan slipped past your lips - unintended, breathy, echoing faintly against the hum of the engine. Heat flooded your cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the warmer throb that stirred between your thighs, the fabric of your pants suddenly too confining, too aware.

You dragged your tongue across your lower lip, tasting the faint salt of rain and sweat, before catching it between your teeth in a sharp bite to ground yourself. 

Inhale, exhale - slow and controlled, you willed your chest to steady, though each breath only seemed to fan the subtle embers, making your skin prickle with an awareness that bordered on electric. 

The seatbelt pressed against your breasts, a minor friction that now registered as something more insistent, nipples tightening further under the damp layers, but you shoved the sensations aside, focusing on the blurred treeline whipping past outside.

"Do we have time to get home?" you asked, the question tumbling out in a rush, laced with a hope that felt fragile against the storm's relentless roar. 

Home meant safety, a place to ride this out in isolation, away from the charged proximity of two super soldiers who already filled the vehicle with their presence - Steve's broad frame commanding the wheel, Bucky's coiled intensity radiating from the passenger seat.

But the quick glance exchanged between them - Steve's eyes flicking from the road to Bucky's for a heartbeat, Bucky's head turning just enough to meet it with a grim nod - told you the answer before words formed. 

Steve's jaw set firm, his hands adjusting on the steering wheel as the SUV crested a hill, headlights piercing the downpour to reveal a winding ribbon of road flanked by denser forest. 

Bucky shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under him, his gaze sliding back to you in the rearview's reflection - assessing, concerned, with an underlayer of something sharper that mirrored your own building unrest.

"Not without risking another tail," Steve said finally, his tone even but weighted, accelerating through a curve that pressed you into the door again, the motion sending another unwelcome shiver through your sensitized frame. 

"HYDRA's got eyes everywhere on the main routes. We're detouring to that old safehouse up in the hills… it's off-grid, but it'll take at least another hour in this weather." 

He paused, blue eyes meeting yours again in the mirror, steady and reassuring even as the truth settled like lead. 

"You'll be okay. We've got you."

The words were meant to comfort, but they only amplified the isolation of the moment - the three of you barreling into the unknown, the pollen's subtle siege weaving through the adrenaline of escape. 

Bucky's fingers drummed once against his knee, a restless tic, before he added quietly, "The effects... They build slowly at first. Fight it if you can." 

His advice carried the echo of his own battles, a man who'd clawed back control from worse, but the way his eyes lingered on you now, tracing the flush on your neck, suggested he knew exactly how precarious that fight might be. The road dipped into a valley, tires splashing through shallow floods, the storm outside mirroring the one quietly brewing within.

An hour. Still a full hour trapped in this SUV with them, their nearness already twisting into a slow-burning agony for you. The air inside felt thicker now, laced with the storm's damp chill seeping through the vents, but your body rebelled against it, senses stirring to life like embers fanned by an unseen breath. The pollen's influence creeped deeper, subtle yet insistent, turning every minor sensation into a spark that races along your nerves.

A single droplet of rain, escaped from your earlier lean out the window, traced a lazy path down the side of your neck, rolling over the curve of your collarbone. It should have been cool, refreshing, but instead, it ignited - a liquid fire that spread outward, flushing your skin with heat, making your pulse quicken in response. 

You shifted in the seat, the leather sticking slightly to your damp clothes, and even that friction sent a shiver through you, your thighs pressing together involuntarily as a low throb awakened between them.

Your nostrils flared, drawing in the confined scents of the vehicle: the sharp ozone of rain, the faint gunpowder residue clinging to your gear, but overriding it all were them. 

Steve's clean, earthy musk - sweat and resolve, like fresh-cut wood after a storm - wafted back from the driver's seat with each shift of his shoulders. Bucky's was darker, more metallic-edged, a mix of oiled vibranium and the subtle salt of his skin, intensified by the adrenaline still humming through him. 

You inhaled deeper without meaning to, the aromas coiling in your lungs, stoking the warmth pooling in your core, making your mouth water and your breath hitch.

Your heart pounded steadily, a drumbeat echoing in your ears, syncing with the rush of blood lower down - hot, insistent pulses that made your clit swell against the seam of your pants, a needy ache building with each thump. 

The sensitivity sharpened everything: the rumble of the engine vibrating up through the floorboards, resonating in your bones; the way the seatbelt crossed your chest, rubbing against your hardening nipples with every bump in the road. 

You shivered again, harder this time, arms wrapping around yourself as if to contain the rising tide, but it only pressed the fabric tighter against your breasts, drawing another soft gasp from your throat.

Bucky twisted in his seat at the sound, his eyes locking onto yours in the dim glow of the dashboard lights - storm-gray and piercing, searching your face with that Winter Soldier intensity softened by concern. 

“You cold?” he asked, voice low and rough, cutting through the rain's steady assault on the roof.

“No,” you managed, the word coming out breathier than intended, your voice laced with the strain of holding back. 

“I'm running hot, actually.” 

The admission hung there, double-edged, as a fresh wave of heat surged through you, centering between your legs where the throbbing grew more demanding, your pussy clenching around nothing in subtle protest.

He frowned, brows knitting together, hesitation flickering across his features - jaw tightening as he weighed the implications, memories of his own ordeals no doubt flashing behind those eyes. 

Then, deliberate and careful, he reached back, his flesh hand settling on your knee. The contact was light, just his palm pressing warmly through the damp fabric of your pants, fingers splayed with a gentleness that belied his strength.

But to your heightened nerves, it was electric - a jolt that shot straight up your thigh, igniting every inch of skin beneath his touch. 

Your body reacted before your mind could catch up: muscles tensing, a sharp inhale turning into a plaintive moan that spilled from your lips, raw and needy, echoing in the close space. Your hips twitched forward instinctively, seeking more pressure, more friction, as slickness gathered between your folds, soaking into your underwear.

“Shit,” Bucky muttered again, the curse rough and immediate, his hand freezing in place but not pulling away. 

His eyes widened fractionally, pupils dilating in the low light, and you caught the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard, gaze dropping to where his fingers rested on your leg - close enough to feel the tremor running through you. 

For a heartbeat, the air thickened further, charged with unspoken awareness, his touch now an anchor and a torment all at once.

You almost laughed, the sound bubbling up despite the haze clouding your thoughts - almost teasing him about his one-word vocabulary today, the way shit seemed to be his go-to amid the chaos. 

But the words died on your tongue, lost to the obsession gripping you: the heat of his palm seeping through cloth, the faint calluses on his fingers pressing just so, sending aftershocks rippling toward your core. 

Steve's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror again, his grip tightening on the wheel as the SUV powered through another puddle, splashing water against the undercarriage, but he said nothing, the silence heavy with the storm outside and the one building within.

Bucky's gaze held yours, stormy and unyielding, the weight of shared secrets pressing between you like the humid air trapped in the SUV. He shifted slightly in his seat, the leather creaking under him, and his voice dropped lower, threaded with a grim certainty born from too many nightmares. 

“I think HYDRA tweaked the pollen since they ran it through me," he said, each word measured, his metal arm glinting faintly as it rested on the console. 

“You're ramping up faster than I remember… hitting you harder, quicker.” 

His eyes traced the flush creeping up your neck, the way your chest rose and fell too rapidly, and something dark flickered in his expression, a mix of regret and reluctant understanding.

He started to draw his hand back from your knee, the warmth of his palm lifting away, but the motion ripped through you like a tear in fabric - sudden, aching loss that made your skin scream for the anchor of his touch. 

Your fingers snapped out, grasping his wrist in a desperate clutch, nails digging into the scarred flesh just enough to hold him there. A low growl escaped your throat, primal and frustrated, as the absence of contact left your thigh tingling emptily, the heat in your core flaring hotter in protest, your pussy clenching with a fresh wave of slick need that soaked through your panties.

Steve's voice cut through the tension from the front, steady but edged with worry, his blue eyes locked on the rain-smeared windshield as he navigated the winding backroad, tires hydroplaning briefly over a puddle before gripping asphalt again. 

“Bucky, is there any way to ease this for her? Even a little?”

The question hung heavy, the wipers slapping rhythmically, underscoring the urgency as thunder rumbled distantly behind you.

Bucky hesitated, his captured hand flexing under your grip, thumb brushing your skin in an unconscious stroke that sent sparks racing up your leg, straight to the throbbing ache between your thighs. 

“I don't know,” he admitted, voice rough, glancing sidelong at Steve before his eyes returned to you, pupils blown wide. 

“There was a version they cooked up back then… needed fluids to counter it. Bodily fluids.”

The words landed like stones in still water, rippling through the confined space, your mind latching onto them with feverish clarity.

You lifted your head, meeting his stare head-on, the dashboard lights casting shadows that sharpened the lines of his jaw. 

“Like spit and cum?” 

The question tumbled out, bold and breathless, your voice husky from the strain, as obscene possibilities flooded your thoughts unbidden. 

Your imagination twisted viciously: Bucky leaning over the seat, his lips parting to let a thick strand of saliva drip onto your waiting tongue, the salty tang flooding your mouth while you swallowed greedily; Steve pulling over just long enough to shove his pants down, his thick cock in hand, stroking furiously until ropes of hot cum splatter across your spread pussy lips, coating your folds, seeping into your entrance to quench the fire raging inside. 

The visions hit like a punch, vivid and unrelenting - Bucky's fingers prying your jaw open for his spit, Steve's cum dripping down your thighs as you grinded against the seat for relief - and your body responded in kind, hips bucking subtly, a fresh gush of wetness easing the insistent pulse of your clit.

Another moan slipped free, deeper this time, vibrating through your chest as you tightened your hold on Bucky's wrist, pulling his hand higher on your thigh without thinking, the pressure reigniting the blaze under your skin. 

The air in the SUV thickened further, charged with the scent of arousal mingling with rain and tension, Steve's knuckles whitening on the wheel as he stole a glance in the rearview, his breath coming shorter. Bucky didn't pull away, his fingers curling slightly into your leg, the conflict warring in his eyes as the storm outside mirrored the one unraveling within you all.

Bucky's eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that pinned you in place, dark and predatory, as if he was memorizing every quiver of your lips, every hitch in your breath. 

The SUV jolted over a rut in the road, but he didn't flinch - his focus was solely on you, the flush staining your cheeks, the way your thighs pressed together against the insistent throb building in your core. 

He dragged his tongue slowly across his lower lip, a deliberate swipe that gleamed wet in the dim interior light, like a wolf savoring the scent of blood after a long hunt, his hunger raw and unfiltered, making your pulse spike and your pussy clench with a fresh rush of slick heat.

"Or maybe..." he murmured, voice gravelly and low, vibrating through the space between you, "you just need release to begin with." 

The words hung there, simple and loaded, slicing through the haze in your mind like a promise of mercy.

You nodded without hesitation, the motion instinctive, as if his suggestion was the clearest truth amid the chaos swirling in your veins - the pollen's fire demanding satisfaction, logic be damned. 

"Yeah," you breathed, the agreement slipping out husky and edged with desperation, "like I'm absolutely gonna make myself cum with you two at the front of the car..." 

Sarcasm laced your tone, but it cracked at the edges, undercut by the vivid flash of your own hand dipping between your legs, fingers circling your swollen clit while their eyes burned into you from the front seats. The thought alone sent a shiver racing down your spine, your nipples hardening painfully against your damp shirt, begging for friction.

Steve swallowed hard from the driver's seat, the sound audible over the relentless patter of rain on the roof and the low hum of the engine - a thick, audible gulp that betrayed the tension coiling in his broad shoulders. Bucky responded with a soft growl, deep in his chest, the noise rumbling like distant thunder, his metal fingers twitching on the armrest as if fighting the urge to reach back again. 

They exchanged a glance then, quick but loaded, Steve's blue eyes flicking to Bucky's while Bucky tilted his head just enough to meet it. 

No words passed between them, but the air crackled with their silent exchange - Steve's jaw tightening, a flicker of resolve hardening his features; Bucky's expression shifting from restraint to decision, a nod so subtle it was almost imperceptible. 

Whatever understanding they reached, it was forged in the fire of shared history and the raw need pulsing through the vehicle.

Bucky moved first, decisive despite the awkward confines of the space. He unbuckled his seatbelt with a sharp click, the sound jolting through you like an electric current, and twisted in his seat. 

The passenger door wasn’t an option with the chase long faded into the stormy night, so he maneuvered carefully - shoving the console aside just enough, his body folding with a soldier's efficiency born from tighter spots than this. 

His flesh hand braced against the headrest as he climbed over the middle seat, muscles flexing under his shirt, the scent of him - sweat, rain, and something darker, metallic - washing over you in a wave that made your mouth water and your clit pulse harder. 

It was difficult, the angle forcing him to straddle the divide briefly, his thigh brushing yours in the process, sending a bolt of heat straight to your aching center, your panties now thoroughly soaked, clinging to your folds like a second skin.

He settled onto the backseat beside you with a heavy exhale, the cushions dipping under his weight, his body heat radiating immediately, close enough that his knee knocked against yours, reigniting the pollen's torment. 

The proximity was overwhelming - his breath fanned warm against your neck, his arm draping across the back of the seat behind you, fingers hovering near your shoulder without quite touching. Steve's eyes darted to the rearview again, his grip on the wheel tightening until his knuckles paled, but he kept driving, the road stretching dark and empty ahead, the wipers swiping furiously as if to clear the thickening fog of desire in the air. 

Bucky turned fully toward you now, his gaze dropping to your parted lips, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of your breasts, the way your hands fisted the edge of the seat to keep from grabbing him outright. 

"Let me help," he said, not a question, his voice rough with restraint fraying at the edges, as his hand finally settled on your thigh again - higher this time, fingers splaying possessively, thumb stroking inward toward the heat radiating from your core.

Your body arched into the touch unbidden, a whimper escaping as the pressure sent sparks exploding behind your eyelids, the pollen amplifying every inch of contact into pure, liquid fire. 

Steve cleared his throat from the front, voice strained but steady. 

"Bucky... we can't stop yet. But if it helps her..." He trailed off, the implication hanging heavy, his own arousal evident in the subtle shift of his hips against the seat, the way his breath quickened with each glance back. 

Bucky's eyes never left yours, his free hand lifting to cup your jaw, tilting your face up as his thumb brushed your lower lip, parting it slightly, the promise of those body fluids he'd mentioned earlier flickering in his stare like a spark ready to ignite. The storm outside raged on, but inside, the real tempest built, your skin alive with need, every nerve screaming for the release only they could provide.

The tip of your tongue darted out, tentative at first, brushing against the rough pad of Bucky's thumb where it still pried your lower lip apart, holding you open and exposed. The taste of him flooded your mouth - salty skin mingled with the faint metallic tang from his arm, a flavor that hit you like a drug, making your head spin and your core clench with desperate need. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming rush of his touch, the way his flesh hand lingered on your jaw while the cool, unyielding press of his vibranium fingers traces higher up your thigh. 

It was too much, the dual sensations igniting every nerve ending amplified by the pollen's insidious grip, yet not nearly enough to quench the fire raging through your veins, leaving you aching, empty, and soaked.

You fought it, clenching your fists against the seat cushion, willing your traitorous body to obey, but your senses betrayed you utterly - they screamed for you to lunge forward, to straddle his lap and grind against the hard bulge you could feel straining in his pants, to rip open his shirt and lick every inch of sweat-slicked muscle until he pinned you down and fucked the pollen's torment right out of you. 

The images assaulted your mind: his cock sliding deep into your dripping pussy, Steve pulling over to watch or join, their hands and mouths everywhere, cum spilling hot across your skin to ease the burn. 

A low moan escaped despite your efforts, your voice breaking on his name. 

"Buck..." It came out as a plea, ragged and needy. 

"I don't want you... to feel like you have to do this. I can wait it out." 

The words were a lie, even as you said them - your body throbbed with urgency, clit pulsing against the seam of your soaked panties, but pride or fear or some shred of control kept you from admitting how close you were to begging.

Bucky's vibranium hand didn't stop; it glided higher, the smooth metal warming slightly from your body heat as it slipped under the hem of your pants, fingers splaying wide to grip the inner curve of your thigh. 

Unconsciously, your legs parted for him, knees falling open in invitation, hips tilting up as if magnetized to his touch, exposing the wet heat radiating from your core. The motion drew a sharp inhale from him, his breath hot against your ear, and you felt the shift in his posture, his body leaning closer, the solid wall of his chest brushing your arm. 

"Darlin'," he rasped, voice thick with restraint cracking like thin ice, "you think I don't want this? That I'm just playin' hero?" 

His thumb - flesh this time - pressed into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, inching toward your center, close enough that you could feel the ghost of pressure against your swollen folds through the fabric. The vibranium digits teased the edge of your underwear, cool and precise, tracing the line where cotton meets skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to your clit.

From the front, Steve's presence loomed like a live wire - his eyes flicking repeatedly to the rearview mirror, jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticked visibly. 

The SUV swayed slightly as he navigated a curve in the rain-lashed road, but his focus fractured, breath coming in measured bursts that betrayed the tenting in his pants, the way his free hand gripped the gear shift like it was the only anchor keeping him from turning around. 

"Bucky," he said, voice low and edged with gravel, not quite a warning but laced with his own hunger, "keep it together back there. We're not out of the woods yet." 

But there was no real conviction in it; if anything, it sounded like encouragement, his gaze lingering a beat too long on the way your legs spread, on Bucky's hand disappearing between them.

Bucky ignored him for the moment. He first helped you remove your pants from the way, then his metal fingers hooked under the edge of your panties and tugged them aside with deliberate slowness. The first brush of vibranium against your bare folds made you gasp, arching off the seat as the unyielding surface glided over your entrance, cool and slick with your arousal. 

He didn't penetrate yet - just teased, the edge of his pinky finger circling your clit with feather-light precision that had you bucking into his hand, chasing more. 

"You say you can wait," he murmured, lips grazing your earlobe, teeth nipping just hard enough to sting, "but your body's beggin' for it. Feel how wet you are? That's the pollen talkin', but this..." He pressed firmer, two fingers - metal and cold - sliding along your slit, parting you open to let your juices coat him. "This is you wantin' me to fuck you senseless."

Your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping the damp fabric of his shirt, nails digging in as another wave crashed through you, the pollen turning every stroke into pure ecstasy laced with agony. You wanted to protest, to cling to that last thread of resistance, but your hips rolled against his hand, pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill you. 

Steve swore under his breath, the sound muffled by the storm outside, and you caught his eyes in the mirror - dark with lust, promising that once it was safe, he'd take his turn, maybe make you suck his thick cock while Bucky pounded into you from behind. 

The thought alone nearly tipped you over the edge, a sob tearing from your throat as Bucky's fingers finally dipped inside, stretching you, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your closed lids.

Bucky's fingers plunged deeper, first curling with mechanical precision, then thrusting in tandem, pumping into your soaked pussy at a relentless pace that bordered on brutal. The cool metal contrasted sharply with the heat of your walls clenching around him, every rapid slide and twist sending shockwaves through your core, amplified by the pollen's cruel enhancement. 

Your arousal slicked his hand, dripping down your thighs onto the leather seat, the wet sounds obscene amid the roar of rain and engine. You couldn’t hold back - your body seized, orgasm ripping through you like lightning, pussy spasming wildly around his invading fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over you, forcing a sharp cry from your lips. 

Your hands clutched desperately at his shoulders, nails scraping through the fabric of his shirt, anchoring yourself as your hips bucked uncontrollably, riding out the release that left you trembling and gasping, vision blurring with tears of overwhelming sensation.

The SUV lurched suddenly, tires screeching on the slick road as Steve yanked the wheel to avoid a pothole or perhaps just to vent the tension coiling in his gut. 

“Fuck,” he growled, the curse low and frustrated, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Your eyes snapped open, hazy with aftershocks, and you twisted your head toward the front seat, concern flickering through the post-climax fog. 

Steve's profile was taut, blue eyes fixed on the road but flicking to the mirror again, his chest heaving as if he was the one who'd just been touched. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now, straining against the zipper, and you wondered if he was imagining himself in Bucky's place, his thick cock buried in you instead.

Before you could say anything, Bucky's flesh hand released your thigh and captured your chin between thumb and forefinger, the grip firm but not painful, tilting your face back to meet his intense stare. 

His metal fingers withdrew slowly from your pulsing entrance, leaving you achingly empty, a whine slipping out unbidden as he brought them to his lips, sucking your juices off with a deliberate hum that vibrated through you. 

“Don't worry about Steve, doll,” he murmured, voice a husky drawl laced with dark amusement, his breath fanning hot across your flushed skin. 

“He's just jealous I get a feel before him.” The words hung heavy, a promise wrapped in teasing, and you felt the truth of them in the way Bucky's eyes darkened, possessive hunger flaring as he leaned in closer, his free hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you toward him.

Steve's response was a sharp exhale through his nose, almost a snort, but he didn't deny it - couldn't, with the way his body betrayed him, hips shifting subtly in his seat as if seeking friction. 

The rain hammered harder against the windows, blurring the world outside into a gray haze, but inside the car, the air thickened with unspoken need, the pollen weaving its web tighter around all three of you. 

Bucky's thumb brushed your lower lip again, parting it slightly, and you tasted yourself on his skin when he traced it there, the salty tang mixing with his earlier flavor, stirring fresh heat low in your belly despite the orgasm that should have sated you. 

Your legs remained spread, thighs quivering from the exertion, pussy still fluttering with residual pulses, exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.

He didn't give you time to recover; his vibranium hand returns, this time palming your mound possessively, the cool plate pressing against your sensitive clit in slow circles that made your breath hitch. 

“See?” Bucky whispered, lips brushing yours in a ghost of a kiss, teasing without granting the full press you craved. “You're still drippin' for more. And Steve... he's hard as a rock up there, thinkin' about slidin' into this tight little hole after I stretch it out.” 

The dirty words coiled through you, igniting sparks that chased away any lingering worry, your body arching into his touch instinctively. From the front, Steve muttered something under his breath - your name, maybe, or a plea - but the road demanded his attention, leaving him to stew in his jealousy, the tension building like the storm outside, promising an explosion when they finally stopped.

Your second climax crashed through you without mercy, but instead of sating the fire raging in your veins, it only fanned the flames higher, leaving you aching for more with an intensity that bordered on madness. 

The pollen's grip tightened, every nerve ending alight and humming, your skin prickling under Bucky's lingering touches as if his fingers carried an electric charge. He watched you intently, metal palm still cupping your mound, thumb grazing your swollen clit in feather-light strokes that made your hips twitch involuntarily, a fresh gush of wetness coating his hand. 

The way your body responded - shuddering, arching, begging silently for deeper contact - confirmed it for him, his blue eyes narrowing with recognition born from his own HYDRA hells.

“Yep,” Bucky drawled, voice rough with certainty and a hint of grim satisfaction, his vibranium fingers pressing just enough to part your folds again, teasing the entrance that was already clenching around nothing. 

“Bodily fluids.” 

The words were a verdict, simple and stark, echoing the twisted science he knew too well from the labs that broke him. 

Before you could process the implication, his mouth claimed yours in a fierce kiss, lips crashing against your own with possessive hunger. His tongue swept in without preamble, tangling with yours in a heated dance that tastes of salt and desire, dominating the rhythm as he explored every inch, sucking gently on your lower lip before delving deeper.

You melt into it, hands fisting in his shirt as you kissed him back with equal fervor, the pollen urging you on, making your pulse thunder in your ears. His free hand threaded through your hair, tilting your head to deepen the angle, and you felt the hard line of his erection grinding against your thigh through his pants, thick and insistent. 

The kiss broke only for him to nip at your jaw, trailing hot breaths down your neck as his metal fingers finally slid back inside you, two again, stretching you with that unyielding coolness that contrasted the feverish heat building anew. 

Your walls fluttered around the intrusion, pulling him in deeper, and a moan escaped into his mouth when he resumed the kiss, slower now but no less intense, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his digits.

Up front, Steve's grip on the wheel tightened further, the SUV swerving slightly through the downpour as he stole another glance in the rearview, jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle ticking. 

The rain sheeted down the windshield like a veil, wipers slashing futilely, but the cab felt smaller, hotter, the air thick with the scent of your arousal and the faint metallic tang of Bucky's arm. 

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, “Gonna need more than fingers to flush this shit out, doll. But we'll start here.” 

His thrusts quickened, curling to hit that spot inside that made your toes curl, your body vibrating under his command, utterly surrendered to the storm within and without.

Your mind swam in a haze of lust and lingering ecstasy, the pollen's influence blurring the edges of reality as waves of need crashed over you relentlessly. Bucky's fingers still worked inside you, pumping with deliberate rhythm, but it was not enough - nothing felt like it could ever be enough. 

Driven by that insatiable pull, your hands moved on instinct, fumbling across the rough fabric of his pants, fingers clumsy with urgency. You tugged at his belt buckle twice, the metal clinking softly in the confined space before it finally gave way. Heart pounding, you popped the button open and dragged the zipper down, the sound sharp and intimate amid the roar of rain and engine.

Both of you groanned in unison when your palm pressed against the thick bulge straining his boxer briefs - his a low, guttural rumble from the heat of your touch finally cupping his cock, yours a breathy whimper as the reality hit you harder than any fantasy ever did. 

He was bigger than you had pictured, the rigid length throbbing hotly under the thin barrier, stretching the cotton taut and promising to fill you in ways that made your core clench around his invading digits. You'd imagined this before, stolen thoughts in quiet moments, but the solid weight of him now, pulsing against your skin, shattered those daydreams into something raw and overwhelming.

Bucky broke the kiss with a hiss, his hips bucking up into your hand as you squeezed gently, tracing the outline of his shaft from base to tip. 

“Fuck, doll,” he muttered, voice gravelly and strained, his metal fingers twisting deeper inside you in retaliation, scissoring to stretch your slick walls while his flesh hand gripped your wrist, guiding you to stroke him firmer through the fabric. 

The friction built fast, his cock leaking pre-cum that soaks through, making your palm glide easier as you pumped him, the scent of his arousal mixing with yours in the humid air.

Up front, Steve's eyes flicked to the mirror again as the SUV fishtails through another puddle, hydroplaning briefly on the slick asphalt. The pursuing HYDRA lights were distant now, blurred by the storm, but the tension in the cab was electric, thicker than the downpour outside. 

He shifted in his seat, adjusting his own growing erection with a subtle roll of his hips, jaw set in a mix of jealousy and resolve. 

“Bucky,” he warned, voice tight. But there was no real heat in it - just the strain of holding back, his super-soldier senses picking up every wet slide of fingers, every shared gasp.

You ignored the world beyond Bucky's body, too lost in the pollen's fire to care about the chase. Your free hand joined the first, both now working to shove his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. 

His cock sprang out, heavy and veined, the flushed head already glistening with pre-cum that you swiped with your thumb on instinct, earning another deep groan from him. It was thicker than your fantasies allowed, the girth making your mouth water even as your pussy ached to take it, fluttering around his fingers in anticipation. 

Bucky's breath fanned hot against your ear as he leaned in, nipping the lobe. 

“That's it, touch me like you mean it. Gonna fuck this poison right out of you soon.” 

His thrusts inside you sped up, thumb circling your clit in tight, relentless loops that had your back arching off the seat, a fresh orgasm building like thunder on the horizon.

The car jolted over a pothole, but it only heightened everything - the jolt sending Bucky's cock slapping against your thigh, his fingers driving deeper. 

You stroked him harder, twisting your wrist at the top to rub over the sensitive underside, feeling him twitch and swell in your grip. His flesh arm braced against the door for leverage, as he angled his body to give you better access, hips rolling into your hand with controlled power. Sweat beaded on his brow, mixing with the rain that drips from his hair, and he captured your mouth again, swallowing your moans as the pleasure coiled tighter, your body vibrating on the edge once more.

With a dexterity that surprised even you through the pollen-fueled fog clouding your thoughts, you snapped open your seatbelt, the click barely audible over the relentless patter of rain on the roof and the hum of tires gripping wet pavement. 

The restraint fell away, freeing your body to shift closer to Bucky, your knees digging into the seat cushion as you leaned down, drawn inexorably to the sight of his exposed cock standing rigid and flushed before you. The tip gleamed with another bead of pre-cum, and without hesitation, your tongue darted out to lap it up, the salty tang bursting across your taste buds like a spark igniting dry tinder. 

It sent a fresh shiver through you, your inner walls clenching around the fingers Bucky still has buried deep inside your pussy, his movements slowing to a teasing drag as he watched you descend.

Your lips parted wider, and you took him in with eager hunger, the velvety heat of his shaft sliding over your tongue as you sealed your mouth around the head. 

You sucked gently at first, savoring the way he twitched against the roof of your mouth, then hollowed your cheeks to draw him deeper, your hand wrapping around the base to stroke what you couldn't yet swallow. 

Bucky's groan ripped from his chest, raw and unrestrained, his flesh hand tangling in your hair to hold you steady as his hips jerked upward instinctively, feeding more of his length past your lips. The vibration of his pleasure hummed through him into you, amplifying the ache between your thighs where his metal fingers curled just right, pressing against that spot that made your thighs start to quiver.

Up front, Steve's patience was running thin. 

“Damnit, Buck!” he growled, his voice a strained bark laced with frustration and something hotter, his blue eyes flashing to the rearview mirror where he caught a glimpse of your head bobbing in Bucky's lap. The image seared into him, his own cock straining painfully against his pants, but he forced his focus back to the slick asphalt ahead, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Bucky chuckled low and breathy, the sound turning into another moan as you swirled your tongue around the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein that pulses with his racing heartbeat. 

“She feels even better than what we imagined, punk,” he shot back, his words teasing and taunting at the same time, even as his free hand braced against the seat for leverage, guiding your rhythm with subtle thrusts that pushed him deeper into the wet heat of your mouth. 

The admission pierced through the haze of obsession gripping your mind - the singular focus on the thick slide of his cock filling your mouth, the musky scent of him overwhelming your senses, the way your saliva dripped down his length to slick your pumping fist. But beneath it all, the realization filtered in: they'd talked about this. 

About you. 

Fantasized together in hushed tones during long stakeouts or quiet nights, picturing your lips wrapped around them, your body yielding to their touches. The thought fueled the fire in your veins, the pollen twisting it into something possessive and thrilling, making you suck harder, your throat relaxing to take him to the back as you hummed around him, vibrations drawing out a curse from his lips.

The car hit a rough patch of road, jolting everyone, and Bucky's cock bumped the back of your throat, making you gag softly but not pull away - instead, you relaxed further, tears pricking your eyes from the stretch as you worked him with renewed fervor. 

His metal fingers withdrew from your pussy with a wet pop, leaving you empty and whining around his shaft, only for him to smear your own arousal across your cheek in a possessive streak before gripping your hip, pulling you half into his lap. 

“Easy, doll,” he murmurs, voice roughened by the pleasure you're wringing from him, “gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up.” 

But his actions betrayed his words - his hips roll steadily now, fucking your mouth in shallow thrusts that matched the building tension in your core, your clit throbbing untouched, desperate for friction.

Steve's breath came in sharper bursts, the cab thick with the sounds of your shared indulgence: the slick glucks of your mouth on Bucky's cock, the ragged pants escaping all three of you, the distant rumble of thunder mirroring the storm raging inside. 

He risked another glance back, his jaw clenching at the erotic tableau - your ass arched slightly as you bent over Bucky, pants and underwear removed to expose the curve of your cheeks, Bucky's hand kneading the flesh there like he owned it. 

“You two are gonna get us killed," Steve muttered, but there was a huskiness to his tone now, his foot pressing harder on the accelerator as the road straightened, pushing the speed to dangerous levels. 

The pollen's influence seemed to seep through the air, or maybe it was just the proximity, but you felt his gaze like a physical touch, heavy with unspoken want, and it made your body respond, nipples peaking against the damp fabric of your shirt as you hollowed your cheeks once more, determined to push Bucky over the edge.

Although your pussy clenched desperately around the sudden emptiness left by Bucky's withdrawing fingers, the thick weight of his cock filling your mouth provided an unexpected balm, easing the scorching heat that pulsed through your bloodstream like liquid fire. 

The pollen's grip loosened just a fraction with each salty drop of pre-cum you coaxed from him, coating your tongue and sliding down your throat - a delicious nectar that quelled the insistent throb in your core, if only temporarily. 

Bucky's earlier words echoed in your hazy thoughts: bodily fluids countered the modified pollen's torment, and now you craved more, your body attuned to the promise of relief hidden in his release. But beyond the practical urge, a deeper obsession took hold, your mind fixated on the singular goal of drawing every last spurt from him, of savoring the full flood of his cum as it spilled hot and thick across your palate.

You redoubled your efforts, sucking with fervent intensity, your lips sealed tight around his shaft as you bobbed faster, the wet sounds of your mouth working him over mingling with the storm's fury outside. 

When Bucky's flesh hand tugged weakly at your hair, a half-hearted attempt to pull you off - perhaps to prolong the torment or spare you the mess -  you pressed him back against the seat with surprising force, your free hand splaying across his thigh to hold him in place. His metal arm braced against the door as he surrendered to the onslaught, his breaths coming in ragged bursts that matched the erratic beat of your heart. 

The car swayed through another puddle, sending a jolt through the frame that only drove his cock deeper into your throat, but you didn't falter, swallowing around him to milk every inch, your tongue flicking relentlessly against the sensitive underside.

“Gonna cum…” Bucky rasped the warning through gritted teeth, his voice breaking on the edge of a groan, but the words barely left his lips before his body tensed beneath you. 

His cock pulsed violently in the hot confines of your mouth, the first jet of cum erupting without mercy, flooding your senses with its bitter-salt warmth. 

You moaned around him, the vibration pulling out rope after rope as he unloaded, his hips bucking shallowly despite your pinning grip, painting the back of your throat with his seed. You swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, the act itself sending ripples of relief cascading through your veins - the pollen's fire dimming further with each gulp, though the ache in your pussy persisted, now slick and needy from the shared intensity. 

Bucky's head fell back against the seat, a low, satisfied curse escaping him as his body shuddered through the aftershocks, his fingers loosening in your hair to stroke instead, almost tenderly.

Steve's eyes flicked to the rearview once more, the sight of you pulling off Bucky's softening cock with a glistening string of cum connecting your lips to his tip drawing a sharp inhale from him. 

The road ahead blurred slightly in his vision, but he corrected the wheel with iron control, his own arousal a throbbing distraction he couldn't afford. 

“Jesus, Buck,” he muttered, voice thick with envy and strain, the accelerator dipping under his foot as the pursuing lights vanished completely into the rain-lashed night. 

The cab smelled of sex now, heavy and heady, mingling with the ozone of the storm, and you licked your lips clean, chasing the lingering taste while your body hummed with partial satiation, the pollen's effects retreating but not vanquished - leaving you yearning for the next source of relief, your gaze drifting forward to Steve's tense shoulders, wondering how long he could hold out.

Bucky's flesh hand clamped around your waist with urgent strength, hauling you up from your position between his legs and crashing your mouth against his in a bruising kiss. His lips devoured yours, tongue plunging deep to claim every trace of his own release still lingering on your breath, the mingled flavors sparking a low growl in his chest that vibrated through you both. 

When you instinctively sucked on his invading tongue, mirroring the eager pull you'd used on his shaft moments ago, he shuddered against you, the sound turning feral as his free arm - the cool metal one - banded across your back to pin you closer, bodies slick with sweat and rain-damp clothes.

A sharp moan escaped you into the heat of his mouth as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, the unyielding grip sending jolts straight to your core. 

The pressure was possessive, almost punishing in its intensity, and it ignited an involuntary roll of your pelvis against his thigh, seeking friction to ease the persistent throb between your legs. Your pussy, still swollen and slick from the pollen's unrelenting influence, clenched around nothing, the emptiness aching as you ground down harder, chasing any spark of relief from the denim barrier of his pants. 

Bucky broke the kiss just enough to nip at your lower lip, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. 

“Easy, doll,” he murmured, voice husky from his recent climax, though his hands didn't loosen their hold - instead, they guided your movements, encouraging the desperate grind while his cock lay spent and useless against his thigh, the afterglow leaving him temporarily sated but no less hungry for your reactions.

Up front, Steve's grip tightened on the steering wheel, the wet slap of tires on asphalt the only sound breaking the charged silence in the cab besides your shared breaths. He stole another glance in the mirror, jaw clenched at the sight of Bucky's hands roaming your body, the way you arched into his touch like you couldn't help it. 

The pollen's effects were clear now, twisting your nerves into overdrive, and Steve's own pants still strained uncomfortably, his focus fracturing between the empty road ahead and the erotic tableau unfolding behind him. 

“You two gonna behave back there, or should I pull over?” he asked, the words laced with a mix of frustration and dark amusement, though his foot stayed heavy on the gas, the storm's downpour masking the distant rumble of thunder.

Your voice cracked through the humid air of the cab, a desperate plea slipping out before you could rein it in. 

“Pull over,” you begged Steve, the words tumbling from your lips in a near-whimper, your body still locked against Bucky's in the backseat, hips circling shamelessly against the rough denim of his thigh. 

The friction dragged your soaked folds along the fabric, each grind pulling a fresh wave of heat from your core, the pollen's grip tightening like invisible fingers coiling deeper into your veins, amplifying every nerve until the ache bordered on pain.

Bucky's eyes darkened as he felt the warm slickness seeping through his pants, the dark stain spreading where your pussy rubbed insistently, marking him with your arousal. His metal hand slid up your spine, fingers threading into your hair to tilt your head back, exposing the frantic pulse at your throat. He leaned in close, breath ghosting over your skin as he rasped to the front, 

“Steve, she needs it bad.” The statement hung heavy, laced with a rough edge of satisfaction, his flesh hand still clamped on your hip, thumb pressing into the crease where thigh met ass to steer your movements harder, faster, drawing out those helpless bucks of your pelvis.

Steve's shoulders tensed visibly in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes flicking back to catch the obscene slide of your body against Bucky's leg, the way your thighs quivered and your breaths came in short, ragged bursts. 

The road stretched empty ahead, the storm's fury easing into a steady patter on the roof, but his foot eased off the accelerator all the same, the truck's rumble slowing as he scanned for a pull-off. 

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath, voice thick with restraint, his own erection throbbing painfully against the confines of his jeans, ignored for the sake of the drive but now demanding attention. 

He spotted a narrow shoulder off the deserted highway, gravel crunching under the tires as he veered right and killed the engine, the sudden quiet amplifying the wet sounds of your grinding and the low hum of your moans.

The truck shuddered to a halt on the gravel shoulder, engine ticking as it cooled, the rain now a soft drum against the metal roof. Steve's hands gripped the wheel for a beat longer, knuckles white, before he barked out, 

“Bucky, move. Push over.” His voice was gravel-rough, laced with the strain of holding back, eyes locked on the mirror where he could still see the desperate roll of your hips against Bucky's thigh.

Bucky shifted without hesitation, sliding toward the passenger door to give Steve room, but the motion ground his leg harder into your slick heat, the denim scraping roughly over your swollen clit. A soft whine escaped your throat, high and needy, your body arching involuntarily as fresh sparks shot through your core, the pollen turning every touch into liquid fire that pooled low in your belly.

Steve unbuckled and twisted around, his broad frame filling the space as he reached for you. Strong arms hooked under your waist, lifting you effortlessly from Bucky's lap like you were weightless, muscles flexing under his shirt. He settled you straddling his thighs, facing him in the reclined driver's seat he'd cranked back fully, your knees bracketing his hips. 

The position pressed your soaked folds directly against the bulge straining his jeans, and you gasped at the solid heat of him. His blue eyes devoured you, dark with hunger, as he leaned in close, lips brushing yours. 

“Show me how bad,” he murmured, the words a hot command against your mouth, his breath ragged.

Without waiting, Steve's hand dove between your legs. One thick finger plunged into your dripping pussy, sinking deep into the clenching wetness that welcomed him. He bit back a groan, jaw clenching as your walls fluttered and squeezed around the intrusion, so tight and soaked it nearly undid him right there. 

The sound was obscene - a wet squelch filling the cab - as he curled that finger inside you, stroking against your sensitive inner walls, feeling every pulse of your arousal coat his skin.

Your hands flew to Steve's pants, fumbling with the button in a frenzy of need, popping it open before yanking down the zipper with desperate urgency. The rough denim parted, revealing the thick outline of his cock straining against his boxers, and you ground your soaked pussy against it shamelessly, the friction sending jolts of electric pleasure ripping through your core. The pollen amplified every slide, every press, turning the simple contact into a blaze that made your thighs quiver and your breath hitch in ragged gasps.

Steve clicked his tongue in a sharp “tss tss” his eyes locked on you with a scorching intensity, desire burning in their depths as he watched you rut against him like you were starving for it. 

But you didn't care about his approval or his teasing sounds - you needed his cock, buried deep inside you to quench the insatiable ache twisting in your gut. With a swift motion, you positioned yourself over his throbbing length. Lifting your hips just enough, you sank down onto him in one fluid impalement, your pussy stretching wide to take every inch of his thick shaft.

A high, keening mewl tore from your lips as pleasure exploded through you, your walls clenching greedily around his girth, the fullness overwhelming in the best way. Steve's head fell back against the seat with a guttural groan, his hands clamping onto your hips hard enough to bruise, guiding you down until your ass met his thighs and he was seated to the hilt. 

The wet heat of your arousal slicked him completely, easing the slide but making every ridge and vein drag against your sensitive inner walls, the pollen heightening the sensation until it bordered on too much. You rocked instinctively, grinding your clit against his pubic bone, chasing the sparks that built low and hot, your body demanding more even as the first waves of bliss threatened to crash over you.

Meanwhile, Bucky slid back to the front passenger seat, his eyes locked with a ravenous hunger on the spot where your pussy swallowed Steve's cock whole, the slick union glistening under the dim cabin lights. 

The sight of you stretched around his best friend's thick length, your folds gripping him tightly, made Bucky's own erection throb painfully against his pants, his metal hand flexing as he fought the urge to reach back and join in.

Steve, for his part, held you pinned in place with iron-strong hands on your hips, denying you even the slightest up-and-down motion that could ease the inferno raging through your veins. The pollen's fire licked at your insides, making your clit pulse with unmet need, every denied twitch amplifying the desperation until tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. 

You glared at him, fury and lust twisting in your chest, and clenched your inner muscles hard around his shaft in retaliation, feeling him swell even thicker inside you.

Steve's jaw clenched visibly, a low hiss escaping through his gritted teeth as your pussy squeezed him like a vice, the pressure testing his super-soldier restraint. 

Undeterred, you leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his chest, and nipped at his lower lip with your teeth, tugging sharply in a bid for any friction, any relief from the torment he inflicted. Your tongue darted out to soothe the bite, but it only deepened the kiss into something feral, your hips straining futilely against his hold.

"Look at you..." he murmured against your mouth, his voice a gravelly rasp thick with arousal, the words vibrating through you like a promise of more torment. "...acting like a slut. So hungry for my cock..."

His taunt sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over you, the pollen twisting his dirty words into fuel for the blaze, making your walls flutter wildly around him. You whimpered into the kiss, breaking it to gasp for air, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rocked your hips in tiny, futile circles, chasing the barest hint of movement. 

Bucky's gaze burned into you from the front, his breath coming in heavy pants as he watched Steve dominate you, the air thick with the scent of sex and rain-slicked leather.

Steve chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling from his chest, and tightened his grip, lifting you just enough to feel the drag of his cockhead against your entrance before slamming you back down, once, hard. The sudden thrust punched a cry from your throat, pleasure spiking sharp and bright, but he stilled again immediately, leaving you trembling on the edge. 

"Not yet," he growled, his blue eyes dark with possession. 

His taunt hung in the air, thick and charged, as Steve's grip on your hips remained unyielding, his cock buried deep but motionless inside you, every inch of him pulsing against your clenching walls. The pollen amplified the torment, turning the stillness into exquisite agony, your clit throbbing with the need for friction that he withheld so cruelly.

"You take what I give you, doll," he repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest into yours. "I can feel the way you clench around me... You like it when I talk like that? You like me telling you how good you feel around me?"

And yes, his words hit you like a lightning strike, the dirty edge to his tone twisting the heat in your core into something feral and overwhelming. A moan tore from your throat, unbidden and raw, your pussy fluttering wildly around his thick shaft as the pollen made every syllable sink into your skin like fire.

"Oh yeah, I can feel it," Steve groaned, his breath hot against your ear, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair and tilt your head back, exposing your neck to his gaze. "You gonna cum just from my words, sweetheart? You want that?"

You nodded softly, your forehead pressing against the crook of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat-slicked skin. Your tongue slipped out to trace a slow, wet path along his collarbone, tasting the salt of him, and it drew a shiver from his powerful frame, his cock twitching deep inside you in response.

"Alright, baby..." he murmured, his free hand dipping between your bodies to circle your swollen clit with his thumb, the pressure light but insistent, building the pressure without mercy. "Gonna make you cock drunk from me being in your sweet pussy, even before I can ram all the way inside..."

Beside you, Bucky let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watched the way Steve's filthy whispers unraveled you completely - Steve Rogers, the Golden Boy, reduced to growling the dirtiest promises right into your ear, his control fraying as much as yours.

Steve's lips grazed the sensitive shell of your ear, his voice a gravelly rumble that sent fresh waves of heat crashing through you, the pollen turning every word into a physical touch. 

"I've thought about this so many times, doll," he confessed, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "Imagined bending you over, spreading those thighs and slamming my cock into your tight pussy until you scream my name. Pictured your pretty mouth wrapped around my shaft, sucking me deep, greedy for every inch, your tongue swirling around the head while I fuck your face."

His confessions poured out like a dam breaking, each filthy detail painting vivid pictures in your mind - him pinning you down, devouring your dripping folds with his tongue until your legs shook, lapping at your clit before thrusting inside you hard and relentless. 

"And yeah, I've jerked off thinking about eating you out, doll, burying my face between your legs, making you beg me to fuck you raw, to fill you up until you're leaking my cum."

Your breath came in short, desperate gasps, your chest heaving as his words assaulted you, twisting the coil in your belly tighter. Your pussy clenched around his thick cock, buried halfway inside you, the stretch and fullness amplified by the pollen until it felt like fire licking your nerves. 

Every pulse of your inner walls milked him, drawing a low groan from his throat, and in that same moment, his thumb found your swollen clit, circling it with agonizing gentleness - slow, deliberate strokes that made your body convulse in pure bliss.

The dual assault had you trembling, your hips bucking involuntarily, chasing the pressure as slick heat flooded between your thighs, coating his shaft and dripping down to where his balls pressed against you. 

Bucky's chuckle from the side turned into a hungry growl, his metal hand gripping the seat as he watched, but Steve didn't stop, his thumb pressing firmer now, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his whispered fantasies, pushing you closer to the edge with every devastating pass.

Steve's voice dropped even lower, a husky edge to it as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the curve of your neck while his cock throbbed deep inside you, the pollen making every twitch feel like a spark igniting your core. 

"And you know what, sweetheart? Bucky's had the same fantasies." His words hung in the humid air of the SUV, the rain pounding relentlessly on the roof, masking the wet sounds of your bodies shifting in the backseat.

You lifted your head slowly, your gaze drifting from Steve's intense blue eyes to Bucky's darkened ones, both of them fixed on you with raw hunger. Desire clouded your vision, a thick fog of need that made your skin prickle and your pulse race, the visceral ache to cum twisting low in your belly like a live wire. 

Your voice came out hoarse, scraped raw from gasps and moans, barely above a whisper as you asked, "So, you two really share everything?"

Bucky's response was immediate, his body closing the distance in the cramped space, the heat of him pressing against your side. He slid his flesh hand under your rain-drenched top, the fabric clinging transparently to your skin, and his fingers skimmed the underside of your breasts, tracing the swell before grazing your hardened nipples. 

The touch sent a jolt straight to your core, ripping a sharp moan from your throat as your body shuddered, arching into his palm despite the overwhelming sensations already flooding you.

Steve's free hand clamped down on your hip, pinning you firmly against his chest, his grip unyielding to keep you from writhing away - or toward Bucky too soon. He held you in place, his thick shaft still sheathed halfway in your slick pussy, the stretch keeping you full and desperate. 

All the while, his thumb never faltered on your clit, rubbing in firm, insistent circles that built the pressure higher, each pass slick with your arousal, pushing you toward that shattering edge with merciless precision.

Bucky's metal fingers joined the fray, cool and unyielding as they hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging them lower to expose more of you to the charged air. 

"Everything worth sharing, doll," he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through you, his hand cupping your breast fully now, thumb flicking over the peak in time with Steve's rhythm. 

The dual assault had your walls fluttering around Steve's cock, clenching hard as fresh heat bloomed between your thighs, your juices coating him further, dripping onto the seat beneath.

The storm outside raged on, lightning flashing through the windows to illuminate their faces - Steve's jaw tight with restraint, and Bucky's eyes locked on yours, promising more. 

Your breaths mingled in short, ragged bursts, the pollen amplifying every brush of skin, every whispered word, turning the confined space into a pressure cooker of lust. You squirmed against Steve's hold, the need to move, to chase release, overwhelming, but he only tightened his grip, his thumb pressing harder on your clit, drawing out another whimper as Bucky's hand kneaded your breast, pinching the nipple just enough to make you cry out.

Steve's breath was hot against your ear, his voice a commanding rumble that cut through the storm's roar. 

"Come on, sweet girl, cum for me if you want me to fuck you like you crave." He exhorted you, his thumb rolling your clit with deliberate pressure, slick circles that sent electric pulses racing up your spine, each rotation tightening the coil in your gut.

Bucky's hands were everywhere, relentless in their exploration. His flesh palm massaged your breasts, fingers splaying wide to squeeze the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between thumb and forefinger until they ached with sharp, needy throbs. His metal hand gripped your ass, kneading the firm cheeks with unyielding strength, digits digging in just enough to leave faint imprints, spreading you open slightly as he pulled you closer to him.

The dual onslaught overwhelmed you - the stretch of Steve's thick cock buried halfway in your dripping pussy, his thumb's insistent grind on your swollen clit, Bucky's teasing pinches on your tits and the possessive knead of your ass. 

Heat surged through your veins, amplified by the pollen's insidious grip, turning every touch into a blaze that consumed you. Your body betrayed you, walls clenching rhythmically around Steve's shaft as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.

You came fast and hard, a shattered cry muffled against the crook of Steve's neck as you twisted forward, burying your face in the warm hollow there, inhaling his musky scent mixed with rain. 

Waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your pussy spasming wildly, gushing slick arousal that soaked Steve's cock and dripped down your thighs onto the leather seat. Your hips bucked involuntarily, grinding down on him as tremors shook your limbs, Bucky's hands holding you steady through the storm of your release, his low chuckle vibrating against your side.

Steve groaned, low and guttural. 

"That's it, doll," he murmured, his thumb easing off your clit but not withdrawing, letting the aftershocks ripple through you. Bucky's metal fingers traced the cleft of your ass, teasing lower, while his other hand soothed your heaving chest, the cool vibranium a stark contrast to the flush of your skin.

Your breaths came in ragged pants against Steve's neck, body limp and buzzing, but the pollen's fire didn't fade - it only stoked higher, leaving you hollow and craving more, the ache in your core sharpening with the promise of what they'd give next.

The tremors of your orgasm still rippled through your body, leaving your limbs quivering and your pussy clenching in aftershocks around Steve's thick cock, when he shifted both hands to grip your hips firmly. His fingers dug into your skin, holding you steady, the rain pattering steadily against the roof.

With a single, decisive thrust, Steve lifted you up slightly, the slick slide of his shaft pulling free just enough to make you whimper at the sudden emptiness, before he slammed you back down, impaling you fully on his rigid length. 

Your walls stretched around him again, the fullness reigniting the fire in your core as he set a rapid, erratic pace - his hips snapping up into you with unrelenting force, each drive burying him to the hilt, his balls slapping against your ass with wet smacks that echoed in the confined space.

He didn't give you a moment to catch your breath or descend from the high of your release; the pollen's heat surged back instantly, amplifying every brutal plunge, turning the overstimulation into a delicious torment. Your body jolted with each thrust, breasts bouncing as Bucky's hands returned to them, his metal fingers pinching your nipples hard while his flesh hand slid down to rub your clit in tight, insistent circles, syncing with Steve's rhythm to push you toward the edge again.

You gasped, head falling back against Bucky's shoulder as the pressure built impossibly fast, your inner muscles fluttering wildly around Steve's pounding cock, the friction sending sparks exploding behind your eyelids. 

“Fuck, you're so tight, doll,” Steve growled, his voice rough with need, teeth grazing your shoulder as he fucked up into you harder, the car rocking faintly on its suspension from the force. 

Bucky's breath was hot on your neck, his low murmurs urging you on as the nextd climax coiled tighter, threatening to shatter you all over again.

Hiss flesh hand trailed upward from your heaving breasts, his warm palm sliding over your sweat-slicked skin until it reached your throat. His fingers wrapped around it with a gentle but firm squeeze, just enough pressure to make your pulse thunder under his touch, heightening the dizzying rush of sensations flooding your body. 

Leaning in close, Bucky's lips brushed your ear, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent shivers racing down your spine. 

“I've pictured this so many times,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “My hand right here, squeezing while Steve shoves his cock down your throat, fucking your mouth raw. And me, taking your pussy from behind, pounding into you until you can't think straight.” 

His words painted the filthy fantasy in stark detail, making your core clench tighter around Steve's relentless thrusts.

Steve let out a deep, guttural growl from beneath you, his hips snapping upward with even more ferocity, driving his thick shaft deep into your soaked folds. 

“Keep going, Buck,” he rasped, voice strained with raw hunger as his grip on your hips tightened, bruising in the best way. “I can feel her… she's gonna come again. Her pussy's squeezing me like a vice.” Each word was punctuated by the wet slap of his balls against your ass, the rhythm unyielding, pushing you higher despite the overload.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the intensity bordering on agony as another orgasm barreled toward you, your body trembling uncontrollably on the edge. 

“It's too much,” you sobbed out, the words fracturing into a whimper, your voice hoarse from cries and gasps.

Bucky's teeth grazed your jawline in a sharp nibble, his metal arm shifting to deliver a precise pinch to your swollen clit with his cybernetic fingers - cool, unyielding pressure that sparked white-hot pleasure-pain straight to your nerves. 

“It's not, baby,” he countered softly, his tone laced with dark reassurance as he increased the squeeze on your throat just a fraction, making your head spin. “You need it. Your body's begging for it… look at how you're dripping all over Steve. Now be a good girl and come again on Stevie's big cock.”

The command tipped you over, your walls convulsing wildly around Steve's pounding length as the climax ripped through you, fiercer than the last, leaving you arching and keening in their hold, every nerve alight with the pollen-fueled blaze.

Bucky's grip on your throat eased just enough to let you draw in ragged breaths, his flesh hand lingering there as a possessive anchor while his metal fingers continued to tease your oversensitive clit with feather-light circles, drawing out the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

Your body still quivered around Steve's cock, buried deep inside you, his length throbbing with the promise of his own release. The confined space of the SUV felt even smaller now, the windows fogged from your shared heat, rain pattering relentlessly against the roof like a distant applause to your unraveling.

“Good girl,” Bucky praised, his voice a gravelly murmur of approval as he watched your face contort in lingering ecstasy, your chest rising and falling in desperate heaves. 

“Look at you. You're taking him so well.” His words washed over you like a caress, fueling the pollen's insistent hum in your veins, making every nerve ending sing with renewed want.

A small laugh bubbled up from your throat - breathless, almost disbelieving at the sheer intensity of it all - but it twisted into a deep, throaty moan as Steve's hips surged upward again, his thick cock stretching your walls with unyielding strokes. The friction was exquisite torture, your inner muscles fluttering around him, still slick from your release.

“You're both so filthy,” you managed to gasp out, the words stumbling over each other, fragmented by the relentless rhythm of Steve's thrusts. 

Your voice was raw, laced with a mix of awe and overwhelm, your hands clutching at his shoulders for stability as the world narrowed to the slick slide of his shaft inside you.

Steve and Bucky exchanged a knowing, smirking glance over your shoulder, their eyes gleaming with shared mischief and hunger in the dim light filtering through the storm clouds. 

Bucky leaned in closer, his lips capturing the shell of your ear in a gentle nip, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to send sparks racing down your spine. 

“Only for you, doll,” he whispered, his breath hot and teasing, the words vibrating against you as his cybernetic hand pressed firmer against your mound, thumb now rolling your clit in time with Steve's movements.

Steve shifted beneath you then, propping himself up on one elbow to claim your mouth in a bruising kiss. His lips crashed against yours with dominant force, tongue plunging deep to tangle with yours, tasting the salt of your tears and the sweetness of your surrender. He devoured you like a man starved, the kiss breaking only when he pulled back just enough to meet your dazed eyes, his own blue gaze darkened with feral need. 

“Gonna fill your pussy with my cum, sweetheart,” he growled, the warning laced with raw promise as his free hand dug into your hip, angling you to take him even deeper. His pace quickened, hips bucking with purposeful drive, the head of his cock nudging that spot inside you that left you trembling and spent, a cascade of glittering sparks flooding your vision.

The threat of his impending release coiled tight in your belly, the pollen amplifying every sensation - the stretch of him, the pinch of Bucky's fingers, the possessive hold on your body - pushing you toward another precipice even as your limbs trembled from exhaustion.

Bucky's metal fingers, still slick from your arousal, slid up from your mound to cup your jaw, turning your head toward him with a firm yet tender insistence. His blue eyes locked onto yours, dark with unspent desire, before he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed past your parted mouth, delving deep to claim every inch, swirling against yours in a dominant dance that left you breathless and pliant. 

He broke the kiss only to nip at your lower lip, teeth grazing the swollen flesh with just enough pressure to sting, sending a fresh jolt of heat through your already overstimulated body.

Steve's thrusts grew erratic beneath you, his cock swelling impossibly thicker as he chased his peak. He drove into you a few more times - hard, deliberate strokes that bottomed out with a wet slap - before he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan that rumbled from his chest. Hot spurts of his cum flooded your pussy, coating your walls in thick ropes that triggered your own release. 

The sensation of him filling you so completely, the warmth spreading deep inside, pushed you over the edge one final time. Your body clenched around him in violent spasms, a sharp cry escaping your lips as waves of ecstasy crashed through you, leaving you shuddering and limp in their hold.

As the last tremors faded, the insistent buzz of the pollen in your bloodstream began to ebb away, receding like a tide pulling back from the shore. 

The overwhelming heat, the electric sensitivity that had amplified every touch to unbearable heights, dulled to a manageable warmth. Your skin no longer prickled with desperate need; instead, a profound exhaustion settled in, mingling with the afterglow of satisfaction. 

Steve's cock softened inside you, his cum leaking out in slow trickles as he held you close, his breaths evening out against your neck. Bucky's hand stroked your cheek soothingly, his gaze softening from predatory hunger to something almost protective.

For a few moments, the only sounds filling the car's cabin were your ragged breaths mingling with Steve's, punctuated by the steady patter of rain drumming against the roof and windows. The air hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, your body still humming from the aftershocks as you slumped between them, utterly spent.

Then, a sigh escaped you, half-laughing in disbelief at the absurdity of it all. 

"I want a gas mask next time we're raiding a HYDRA base."

Bucky chuckled low in his throat, his flesh hand gliding soothingly along the curve of your back, fingers tracing lazy circles over your damp skin. 

"What? Not a fan of the Brooklyn boys' cure?"

You tilted your head back against his shoulder, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you shot him a playful glare. "What if next time, this happens and I'm only with Tony? Or Thor? Hmm?"

Steve's arms tightened around your waist, lifting you just enough to slide his softening cock free from your pussy with a slick, obscene sound. He watched intently as his cum began to trickle out, thick white strands dripping down your thighs onto the seat below. 

A possessive growl rumbled in his chest, his blue eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and jealousy. 

"Yeah, not happening, doll. I'll make sure you have a mask."

Bucky's laughter deepened, his metal arm wrapping around your middle to pull you closer against him, while Steve leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. 

The rain continued its relentless assault outside, but inside, the tension had shifted from frantic need to a comfortable, sated warmth, the three of you tangled together in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.