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Winter's Soldier

by @DreamyFire

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2 chapters

~5 min read

In an abandoned HYDRA safe-house, the Winter Soldier takes the asset who betrayed him, pinning them in a rusted chair for a brutal, punishing act of reclamation.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

James 'Bucky' Barnes

A man carved from war and winter, his body a map of scars and reinforced steel. At 106, he carries the weight of a century in the set of his shoulders and the cold blue of his gaze, but in this moment, all that history is focused into the brutal, driving rhythm of his hips. The old safe-house chair groans beneath them, a stark counterpoint to the ragged sound of his breathing.

Alex Carter

A SHIELD operative in her late 20s, with a fighter's lean build and eyes that have seen too many compromised corners of the world. Her back is arched against Bucky's chest, her own hips lifted to meet every punishing thrust, muscles coiled with a tension that's equal parts defiance and surrender. Sweat-damp tendrils of hair stick to her neck, and her knuckles are white where they grip the arms of the chair.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Ruin Me

The old Hydra chair groans beneath us, a tortured sound lost under the wet, brutal slap of skin on skin. Bucky’s metal arm is a vise around my waist, holding my hips aloft as he drives up into me with a piston’s precision. Every thrust is a claim, a punishment, a searing anchor to this moment—to the smell of dust, cold concrete, and his sweat. My back arches against the hard plane of his chest, my knuckles white on the chair arms, the world narrowed to this: the bite of the chair’s edge, the heat coiling low in my belly, and the raw, ragged sound of his breathing in my ear.

The Only Anchor

He lays her on the cold med-bay table, his hands—one flesh, one steel—moving with a surgeon’s precision to bind her ribs. But his eyes are on hers, the winter in them thawing into a desperate, focused heat. When the last strap is secure, his palm presses flat over the bandages, over the life beneath, and he lowers his forehead to hers. The next thrust into her is not punishment, but a vow, a brutal, physical prayer that she is his only true north.