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The Asset stares down at the man he has dragged from the river and dumped on the ground by a tree. He stands by his feet and glares at him. He has never failed a mission. What is different about this man? The Asset glares harder.
He knows exactly who the man is. He was given a full briefing. Steve Rogers, Captain America. Super soldier. Avenger. Excellent leader, master tactician, stubborn, impulsive, self sacrificing. Fast, strong, enhanced sight, enhanced hearing, ridiculous reflexes, hell of a smile.
The Asset blinks.
The Asset couldn’t kill him. He gave it everything he had and here the man lies, bleeding on the ground but still very much alive. The Asset could complete his mission right now, easily, but somehow, he cannot. They must have given him insufficient information. Some important detail is missing. He kneels down in between the Captain’s splayed legs, looks him over. Closer. The Asset dips his face into the crease of his thigh to scent him, but all he can smell is the river water. Disgusting. The Asset needs more time.
Move to more secure location for further investigation.
He throws the Captain over his shoulder.
Safe house.
*
The safe house is sparse. One room for interrogation, one bedroom with a kitchenette, one bathroom. There’s a shower over a tiny bathtub. It’s basic, but it’ll do. The Captain stinks of the river, of sweat and blood. The Asset also smells awful. The handlers are gone. Fine. He doesn’t require them for maintenance, never really understood why it took three men to wash him down each time when he was capable of it himself. Hydra had a lot of protocols he didn’t understand.
He cuts off the Captain’s uniform, chucks it into the trash, and puts the Captain in the bath. He hoses him down with the shower head. He’s bleeding from his abdomen. There was a bullet in there, but his body’s already pushed it out. It’ll stop bleeding by itself soon, if the information he has on the Captain is correct. Either way, it’s unlikely to kill him. It takes a long time to get the Captain clean. The Asset sighs. Maybe he could have done with two other grown men to wash the unconscious Captain. He heaves the Captain out of the bath and lies him on the bathroom floor. He is extremely well built, and the Asset feels slightly better about almost falling to him in combat. Almost.
He tapes some gauze to the wound to stop the Captain bleeding everywhere, then strips off all of his own gear, his tac suit, and throws it in a pile in the corner. He steps under the warm water and sighs. The handlers never washed him with the warm water. It was idiotic, really. If not for comfort, the hot water was better for activating the soap and getting him clean.
He opens the plates of the arm with a few clicks and rinses out the river water and the blood, washes the disgusting smells off of him. The worst thing about being enhanced is the sense of smell when he’s unclean. There’s a body brush on the side and the Asset uses it to scrub his arm clean inside. It’s satisfying doing it himself. The technicians didn’t have his vision. He could always see little bits that they missed, but he wasn’t stupid enough to say so. He cleans it til it gleams. Much better. He washes the long hair. He’s not sure what their thinking was with that either.It is not practical for combat, but the Asset can’t be bothered to cut it right now. Maybe later.
He dries it off with a towel and ties it back. He dries off the arm, closes the plates with a click, and polishes the outside. He pulls on a pair of standard Hydra-issue combat trousers and a black shirt. He kneels back down over the Captain, looking for clues. What is this man to him? Why did his eyes make his chest hurt? Why did his smile feel like a gut punch?
He figures the Captain is an Alpha, the way he’s built, but with the stench of the river washed off of him, the Asset leans in to scent the Captain, just to check. He breathes in deep.
Uh. Fuck. The Asset nearly falls backwards, only just catching himself on his metal arm. Shit.
He stares at the Captain. The Captain is an Omega. It’s more than that though. This is his Omega. How can he have an Omega? That makes absolutely no sense. The Asset is an Omega. That’s what they told him. Except…
He looks down at himself. Maybe he’s not? The Hydra agents were pretty stupid, maybe they got it wrong. He doesn’t recall ever getting slick. He doesn’t recall ever getting a heat.
They liked to fuck the Asset, told him he was a good Omega, that that was what he was for. But then…they were pretty stupid.
He breathes the Captain in deep again. He shudders, and is hit by an overwhelming desire to protect. Yes. The Asset must be an Alpha, then.
He picks the Omega up and carries him to the one bed the facility contains and turns on the heating. Omegas don’t like to be cold. He checks the Captain back over for injuries, paying extra attention now. He doesn’t have the handlers anymore. Doesn’t have a mission, apart from this one that he failed. But, that’s okay. That makes sense now. An Alpha would never be able to kill his Omega.
Why didn’t they tell him that, though? His handlers mustn’t have known. Even they wouldn’t be stupid enough to send an Alpha to kill their own Omega. He remembers reading in the file that the Captain didn’t have a mate. That must be it. Their information was incomplete. Incorrect.
The Asset’s brain stutters. New mission.
He will look after his Omega. That’s a task. That’s a mission. He scents the Omega all over, shuddering at the smell of his sweat. He finds his scent is particularly potent around his neck, his glands, and in between his legs. He has a faded mating scar on his neck. The Asset experimentally hovers his teeth over it. It’s the same size.
He follows the scent down in between the Omega’s legs. He flips him onto his front, opens the Captain’s legs curiously. He doesn’t remember ever having sex with an Omega.
Except. The Asset spreads the Captain’s legs and…maybe he does. Oh, god. He does. He groans, looking at the Omegas perfect, puckered hole because yeah, he does remember. Maybe not the specifics, but he remembers this Omega. Remembers his perfect hole. Remembers that he used to like it. He pushes his face forward, in between the Captain’s legs and licks.
“Oh,” the Asset groans. “Oh fuck.”
Yeah. This is his Omega’s pussy, and the Asset’s pussy by rights. It’s delicious. He licks and sucks at the Omega’s perfect little hole, almost sobbing at how good it feels, how good it tastes as his Omega starts to get slick.
“Wh…B…Bucky?” The Omega is awake.
The Asset growls low and the Omega shudders.
“Oh shit, Bucky, what the fuck…I…oh!”
The Omega tries to move around but the Asset holds him still. Omegas aren’t supposed to move around, that’s what Hydra said. Omegas were meant to lie nice and still and get fucked. Still…Hydra was wrong about a lot of things. He decides to keep the Omega still for now, anyway.
“Oh, god, Buck…Buck…” the Omega sighs above him. “Bucky, talk to me.”
“Why?” the Asset asks, then goes back to licking at him, holding him open, sliding a finger inside.
“Oh! I…wh…what do you mean, why? Oh, my god, uh!”
The Omega squirms and bucks his hips as the Asset explores inside the Omega. The Omega likes it. That makes sense. The Asset definitely wasn’t an Omega, he never enjoyed this when the agents did it to him, but they told him all the time that he did. They were clearly even stupider than the Asset initially assumed. He pushes on a certain spot and the Omega squeals, slick running onto the Asset’s fingers.
He smiles.
“Oh, fuck, Bucky, I…Bucky…”
The Asset doesn’t know why the Omega keeps saying that, but doesn’t bother to ask. None of what the Captain told him on the carrier made any sense, he doubted he’d make much more sense now. He pushes another finger inside him and the Omega hisses.
“Fuck, yes. Bucky!” The Omega sounds like he’s sobbing. That doesn’t make a lot of sense, either. He’s clearly getting pleasure from the experience.
“Omega,” the Asset says.
“Y…yes?”
“Stop crying.”
The Omega huffs a laugh.
“I’m not...I’m not crying, Buck. You’re not hurting me.”
“You are, you’re making distressed noises.”
The Asset pushes down on that spot again and the Omega moans.
“It’s...that’s not...fuck...you’re gonna make me come, Buck. They’re good...sobs, I’m not...distressed,” the Omega says, right before moaning again.
As usual, making no sense. The Asset decides he doesn’t care, puts his face back where it was. He likes it there. Likes this. The taste. The smell. The way the Omega’s body wriggles.
Except.
He’s sure there’s something that’s meant to happen next. He just can’t remember what. Those stupid Hydra agents. Fucking with his brain, his memories. How they thought that was supposed to make an effective Asset, he never understood. Good operatives needed to remember, need to learn, to make connections.
He growls. The Omega shudders.
“Omega. What next?”
He doesn’t know why he’s bothering asking. The Omega has mostly just spoken nonsense so far. Maybe someone was wiping his brain as well. Maybe that explained the fluctuating personality described in the Captain’s file.
“What?” The Omega asks.
“What do I do next?” he says, staring at the Omega’s delicious slick open hole.
“Oh, fuck. You don’t...you don’t remember?”
“Obviously not,” the Asset sighs impatiently.
“I...uh, fuck, Bucky, you put your dick in me. That’s what’s next.”
Right. Yes. That made sense.
He looks down at himself. It was easy to forget he even had a dick, sometimes. They tended to drain it before cryo, and after, before he woke up. He rarely needed to piss on missions. They told him he didn’t need it. They’d considered cutting it off.
Now he’s glad they didn’t. He looks down at it. It’s fat, red, and swollen. It’s never looked like that before. Not that he remembers, anyway.
“Bucky, please, come on.”
“Shut up. I’m thinking.”
The Omega lets out a frustrated moan. The Asset tries to remember what the Hydra agents did, not that they were great examples, but they were all he had to go on. He reaches down with his human hand and wraps it around his dick. He nearly falls off the bed at the sensation.
“Oh, holy fuck.” He stares down at the dick in between his legs.
“Buck, Buck, what are you doing?” The Omega raises his head up off the bed.
The Asset shoves him back down by the back of his neck with his metal hand, pushing his face into the pillow.
He makes an indignant muffled sound.
“Be quiet, Omega. I’m trying to think.”
Except having his hand around his swollen dick was making it difficult to think. He leans over the Omega, this feels right, he traces the head of his cock over the Omega’s hole. The Omega squeals.
Yeah. That was right. This was his hole to fuck. His Omega. He pushes his dick at the Omega’s hole and groans loud as he watches it pull him in, tight and hot around his dick and the Asset’s eyes roll back. God. No wonder the Hydra agents did this to him all the time if it felt this good.
“Uh! Bucky!” The Omega groaned. “Fuck, please, more, more.”
The Asset pushes in cautiously. It doesn’t seem as if it should fit, but the Omega's body shifts around him, stretches, slick and pliant, despite how the Omega moans as he does it.
The Omega’s making way too much noise. It’s messing with Bucky’s head.
He shoves the rest of the way in and leans over the Omega, sealing his hand over his mouth. The Omega shudders, shoves his hips back against him.
“You’re being too noisy,” he growls in the Omega’s ear and the Omega shudders like he did when he pushed on that spot inside him before. “Be quiet. Or, I’ll choke you till you pass out and fuck you while you’re nice and quiet.”
The Omega shudders again and his hole clenches at the Asset’s dick.
“Uh, Omega. That felt good. Do that again. Be a good little hole for me, sweetheart.”
The Omega squeals against his hand and clenches against the Asset again.
“Mmm, good. Good Omega. You’re my Omega, aren’t you? We’re bonded?”
The Omega nods as much as he can with the Asset’s hand over his face.
“That means I take care of you. And, I fuck you. And, I get to lick you as much as I like.”
The Omega groans like he’s been punched.
“You’re gonna be good, aren’t you? Cos I don’t wanna have to punish you. I hated it when they did that to me, I just wanna fuck you, and taste you all I like, and treat you like a good Asset, okay?”
The Omega nods enthusiastically. The Asset loosens his hand.
“Good.” He moves his hips, trying to remember how this works.
The Omega squirms underneath him, pushing his hips back.
The Asset sighs.
“You said you were going to be good.”
“Sorry, sorry, Bucky, I just...I need.”
“Keep still. I’m figuring this out.”
“Pull back, push back in, as hard as you can.”
“Omega’s don’t tell Alphas what to do,” the Asset growls.
The Omega shivers.
“Jesus, Buck. Can they ask?”
God, he’s such a little punk. The asset grabs his short hair tight.
“They can try. See how far it gets them,” he hisses in the Omega’s ear.
The Omega groans.
“Buck, I gotta tell you right now before I lose my mind. I know this makes me a terrible person and you don’t know who you are or who I am, but this is really fucking turning me on.”
The Omega’s nonsensical ramblings get to be too much for the Asset and he closes his metal hand tight over his face again.
“I know exactly who we are, Omega. I’m the Asset, the Winter Soldier, the fist of Hydra. You’re Captain America, Steve Rogers, Avenger, and you’re my Omega.”
Steve nods but keeps trying to say something. The Asset loosens his hand, sure that he’s going to regret it.
“Your name is Bucky Barnes. You were my best friend. Then, we were lovers, then, we were mates.”
The Asset rolls his eyes.
“I don’t care. Like I said, you’re my Omega.”
“Oh, god, Bucky, please, fuck me.”
That gets a twinge of recognition. He remembers now what the Hydra agents used to do. He pulls his hips back then shoves them forward. It's hard to say which one of them yells louder.
“Yes, yes! Please, just like that,” the Omega moans.
The Asset grunts his agreement, it does feel fucking fantastic, plunging his Omega’s wet heat, over and over, going hard. The harder he goes, the more the Omega squeals, and while his noises were annoying him before, now he’s starting to like them. He guesses this is why the Hydra agents were always telling him to moan when they did this. Idiots.
“Oh, Bucky, Bucky, ohmygod, yes!”
The Asset grunts in the Omega’s ear, runs his hands over the Omega because the Omega is his and he feels so good, even if he is annoying. The Omega’s sobbing again, but the Asset realizes that’s a good response.
“My Omega,” the Asset growls in his ear.
“Yes, yes, Buck, yes, I’m yours. Always. Forever.” The Omega lets out a loud sob and the Asset licks up his neck and sucks on his glands, over his faded teeth marks.
“Oh, holy fuck! Bucky! Bucky, knot me, please!”
The Asset has no idea what he means, but apparently his body does. He groans as his dick starts to swell at the base. Right. Yes. He vaguely remembers this.
“Yes, yes, fuck, hard, put it in me hard, Buck!”
The Asset pushes forward hard, thinking maybe the Omega does know what he’s talking about, after all.
“Fuck!” he loses his breath as the Omega’s ass swallows down the knot.
The Omega shrieks and arches his back up.
“Yes! Bucky, yes!”
The Asset holds the Omega tightly in place. He needs this feeling to last, this utter ecstasy of having his knot clamped down on by the Omega’s perfect ass.
“Oh, god, Bucky, Bucky, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come!”
The Omega clamps down on the Asset’s knot and dick and the Asset yells, remembers what an orgasm is right before it smacks him in the face.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck!” he groans and then something is taking over, some animal instinct, because his head whips back then down again and he sinks his teeth into Steve’s neck, right over his original mark.
“Yes, yes, oh, please, Bucky, yes, baby, so good.”
Then.
Oh, fuck. Bucky looks around in panic. What the fuck. Steve. Steve?!
“Steve? Stevie? What happened I...’ he clutches Steve up to his chest automatically, his eyes darting around for any threats.
He’s tied to Steve with his knot. Steve is bleeding. Then, he remembers what just happened.
He quickly identifies himself as the only threat to Steve in the room.
“Uh, Bucky?” Steve sounds a little out of it. “You with me? You remember me?”
“Like I’d ever be blessed with forgetting you, you fucking punk. You’re bleeding everywhere!”
“I’m fine. Oh, my God, Buck, that was so good.”
“Are you fucking nuts?”
“Uhhh,” Steve sighs and remains floppy on the bed with a fucked out smile on his face. “I love your dick. Buck you fucked me so hard. It was so good.”
“Yeah, I can see that...” Bucky flicks his eyes over Steve’s hips, ass, and the back of his neck that all have a red imprint of the Asset’s metal hand on them. Plus the bruises and cuts from the fight before. Shit. Bucky winces. “Fucking hell, Steve.”
Bucky shakes his head and strips one of the spare pillows, using the case to push against Steve's bleeding side.
“What were you thinking? You just took it, you didn’t even try to overpower him!”
“Stop worrying, knew it’d stop bleeding on its own. Uh. Can you stop with that scent? This is the best I’ve felt in years. Stop ruining it.”
For god’s sake. Bucky huffs and tries to pull his knot back.
“No!” Steve whines. “No, stay there!”
“God, you’re a nightmare, Rogers.”
“’s Captain Rogers to you, asshole.”
“Yeah, you think so, you little shit?”
Steve laughs to himself, delirious little giggles that make Bucky give up on trying to reason with him. He grabs him instead and pulls him to the other side of the bed where he can reach the dressing kit from.
He rolls them so Bucky’s on his back and Steve lying on top of him, his belly in Bucky’s sights. His wound too if he twists him just a bit.
“Kiss me,” Steve says, reaching for Bucky’s lips.
Bucky rolls his eyes, pecks Steve on the lips petulantly and opens the dressing kit.
“Uh, Buck, it’s fine, leave it. I wanna cuddle.”
“Can’t cuddle you if you’re bleeding out all over the place, jackass.”
“I’m not bleeding out. Stop being so dramatic.”
“Steven, look at these sheets.”
Steve rolls his eyes then gasps as the suture needle pierces his skin.
“Next you’re gonna tell me you like this, too,” Bucky snarks at him.
Steve huffs a laugh.
“Keep still!” Bucky snaps at him, stitching the wound together with practiced movements.
“Oh, Alpha, harder, stick it in me, I...”
The glare Bucky gives him makes Steve start laughing again. Bucky sighs heavily and ignores him. The wound needs cauterizing. Bucky isn’t even that sorry when he heats up one of his metal fingers and pushes it onto the artery without warning.
“Ah!” Steve yelps.
Bucky winces at the smell of burning flesh. God, he hates his enhanced sense of smell. He carries on stitching up the wound, happy that the bleeding has stopped.
“Ow,” Steve says petulantly when he’s finished.
“Thought it was nothing?” Bucky says.
“Was, til you got your clumsy fingers in there.”
“Fuck you, you little shit. Weren’t complaining about my clumsy fingers a second ago.”
Steve laughs, leans back and kisses Bucky and Bucky lets him this time, relaxing a fraction now he knows Steve is no longer bleeding.
“Stevie, I could have hurt you! You couldn’t know what I was capable of when I was like that, I could have killed you, and you just opened your fucking legs?!”
“I mean, I was unconscious for the first part…but you tried to kill me before and couldn’t, figured I was pretty safe. Did I mention it felt really fucking good?”
Bucky sighs heavily and lets his head fall back against the pillow. He gives up on Steve Rogers, probably for the millionth time.
Bucky’s knot finally goes down and Steve moves to lie on his non-bleeding side. His head on Bucky’s chest.
God. Fuck. Bucky desperately tries to put his mind back in order and groans at the pain that shoots through his head.
“What about you, Buck? Are you okay? What do you remember?”
Bucky shakes his head. This fucking guy. Now that he’s gotten fucked, he’s got time to be concerned about Bucky.
“My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I’ve been brainwashed by Hydra and been operating under their Winter Soldier program. You’re Steven Grant Rogers, aka Captain America. You’re my Omega, and you’re probably the stupidest man I’ve ever met.”
Steve laughs and grins. Bucky’s reluctant to admit that that carefree grin lights up his soul.
“Good to have you back, Buck.”
*