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Prompt Post 1

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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

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“God, shut the fuck up already.” Rumlow grabs him by the hair and smashes his head down on the car hood, then takes advantage of Steve's grimace to shove the tip of the stun baton past his parted lips. “You don't want to know how long I've wanted to do that,” he says, breathing heavily, forcing the taser deeper into Steve's mouth with one hand while the other creeps up under his shirt to grope and pinch in ways that make Steve's skin crawl. “You and your goddamn Boy Scout act, and I had to sit there pretending to eat up every word.”

Steve's barely listening, because the groping was bad enough, but now Rumlow's hand is moving lower, down to the fly of his jeans. He looks up, holding out one last hope that even if they're Hydra too, maybe one of the guys in riot gear who are still guarding them at gunpoint will decide this is more messed-up than what they signed up for. They're laughing. One of them has his phone out, and Steve catches the words “gonna crash our whole intranet when I put it up, Captain America taking Hydra dick...” He screws his eyes shut and tries not to hear any more.

After that, he does his best to check out. Focuses on his breathing, the thud of his heartbeat, his hands pinned under him, the stretch of his lips around the taser. He can't entirely banish the awareness of Rumlow's hands on him and the shock of air hitting his bare backside, but with grim determination he keeps his mind on the taste of cool metal on his tongue. He wonders about Bucky's metal arm. Did he lose the real arm in the fall? On a mission? Or did whoever found him saw it off and replace it for some sick reason of their own? Who did find him? He's in Hydra's hands now, probably. Or being lent out to them. Like some sort of weapon, like a thing, right down to that red star on his arm like a maker's mark. The Soviets? What would they have been doing there? Or maybe it all comes back to Zola and his experiments. Bucky'd been different, afterwards. Stronger, healed faster, but guarded. Sullen. Withdrawn. Like a man grappling with bad memories, or a man fighting off something that was changing his mind along with his body? It was probably how he'd survived the fall. But—

The taser is yanked out of his mouth. Steve blinks back to reality and sees a hand in front of his face. “Spit,” Rumlow says.

Steve stares in mute incomprehension, and Rumlow backhands him across the face. “Spit, or this will hurt even more.”

“Like I care how much it hurts.”

Rumlow slams his head into the car hood again and says, “Look, kid, for all I know the 95-year-old virgin rumors are true and you don't know how this works. But I'm still not fucking you dry, so spit.”

And Steve starts laughing, because he gets it now. Rumlow doesn't want to chafe his dick. Steve doesn't care how much it hurts, but Rumlow sure does, and he wants Steve to make it easier for him. “Go to hell,” he chokes, through laughter that's only got a little bit of a hysterical edge to it.

He's fully expecting to get hit again, but Rumlow just leans in real close, his entire body pressing against Steve's, and snarls in his ear, “If you don't want to cooperate, I could always grab one of your friends out of the van and have them take your place. You wouldn't have to do anything, just watch them take what's meant for you.”

Steve stops laughing. Anger stabs red-hot through his veins, real anger, not just disgust and resignation. Of all the stupid, pointless, insignificant things to threaten his friends over—but this isn't really about whether he's going to spit, it's about whether he's going to jump when Rumlow says jump, and apparently Rumlow's touchy enough on that score to play his trump card. It's a low, crude, cowardly trump card, but it's effective. Just thinking of Sam or Nat in this position is enough to make him wonder if he could rip the hood right off this Jeep by the magnetized handcuffs and clock Rumlow upside the head with it. “Leave them out of this,” he growls, a warning and not a plea.

“Hey, maybe you should leave it to Romanoff, I bet she's professionally qualified for it. Ten-to-one odds it wouldn't be the first time she's sucked cock for the greater good.”

Steve spits. He imagines he's spitting right in Rumlow's face.

After that, Rumlow doesn't waste much time about getting down to business. Steve can't see what he's doing, just feels it when he starts to force his way in. It hurts. Christ, it hurts. It's not the worst pain Steve's ever been in, not by a long shot, but it's a foul, nauseous pain that makes the bile rise up in his throat. He focuses on keeping his breathing steady and not giving Rumlow the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of him.

Rumlow's panting and chuckling a little under his breath. “So are the rumors true? Steve Rogers, the 95-year-old virgin?”

“Until about thirty seconds ago, yeah, they were,” says Steve with all the bitter sarcasm he can muster. He'd been trying not to think about that.

Rumlow pats his cheek condescendingly. “Aw, Steve. I'm honored.”

Steve grits his teeth to keep from rising to the bait, and then to keep from making any noise as Rumlow abandons his slow push and starts to thrust. He can't help thinking of Peggy, and how he still owes her that dance. Of Bucky, and how he owes him so much more than that. Of long winter nights camped out in the field, sleeping back to back for fear that one of them might try something stupid. If only he'd—nah, no use getting maudlin over what-ifs. But he can't help but wonder what it would've been like to have that. Whether he'll ever be able to have it after this. There's nothing pleasurable about this, not even sick unwilling pleasure, just the humiliation of being split open and rubbed raw from the inside.

Bucky. God. What right does Steve have to feel sorry for himself, after all the violations Bucky must've gone through to make him the Winter Soldier?

Your voice for Steve is so perfect, and that makes this hurt all the worse. I love the way his thoughts keep drifting back to the Bucky situation, it feels so natural and genuine.

Thanks!

Steve's got priorities, man. Rumlow trying to make him pay attention to anything except "BUT BUCKY" is just plain rude.

this is SO good. i love your steve voice, and how very much you're hitting the 'self-sacrificing' part of the whole thing; all of this rings very true.

Hah, blame Chris Evans and the scriptwriters for how strongly Steve's voice comes across. And stubbornly self-sacrificing bastards are like... my uber-kink, so yeah. Glad you're liking it so far!

sorry, I know this isn't the right detail to pick out but Hydra intranet HydraTube--

but yeah, this is also fantastic, poor Steve. poor accurate Steve.

If you're gonna have a super-secret organization within all of SHIELD, might as well get Zola to hook you up with a way to distribute interdepartmental memos... =D

Thanks!

And you know that the things that go viral on it are not only this sort of thing but also dumb things like "cat does Hydra salute"

any chance you'll put this up on AO3? I want to subscriiiiiibe

It's all theoretically going to be one chapter when I put it up on AO3... but I'll try to get the next part up soon!

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