Chapter thirty
Steve lead Bucky out of the room by his hand. He glanced back and laughed at the dead Alexander Pierce lying cold and stiff on the floor. Closing the door behind then both, they walked down the corridor and past the 'Torture room'.
Bucky pulled back, and slipped inside.
"Where do you think you're going?" Steve asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I think my gun is in here.. I-" He stopped when she laid his eyes on the devastation he had caused. He saw it clearly now. The dead bodies, the blood and his hair. The blond stood behind him in the doorway and watching him. He bent over and picked up a chunk of blue hair.
"It's okay doll, it'll grow back. You still look smokin' hot to me." He said, trying to cheer Bucky up.
Bucky turned around and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks Daddy."
"C'mon, get your gun and let's go." He said, turning around to leave. Bucky pocketed the blue hair and picked up his revolver.
He caught up with him and they walked around the corner. Before Bucky could even look ahead, He was pounced on and thrown back into the wall.
"What the fu-" he was cut off by a familiar voice.
"Yasha! Oh my God! I was so worried about you!" Natalia shouted, hugging him tightly.
"Jeez Nat, give a guy some space, I can't breathe!" Bucky laughed, trying to push her off. Nat let go immediately. "Sorry Hun." She smiled.
Bucky looked her over, Her clothes were torn and her hair was a mess. She had small cuts and bruises all over her arms. "I'm so sorry I dragged you into this." Bucky said, embracing Nat in a hug.
"Don't apologize Hun. It was my pleasure. I'm just glad you're alive and-" She gasped. "-Oh my God babe, what happened to your hair?" She said taking the brunette ends on her fingers. Bucky looked over at Steve, he didn't know what to say.
He noticed tears swimming in Bucky’s eyes. "Collateral damage." He said.
Maria approached from the corner, her leather outfit was also looking a bit worse for wear. "Is Pierce dead?"
Steve nodded enthusiastically. "Wanna see?" He pulled out his phone and showed her the picture of Pierce.
Wade walked over and looked at the picture. "Nice one Boss."
"Not me Wade. Bucky did that." He beamed.
Maria had a look of disgust all over her face. She turned towards Bucky. "You're sick."
"Wanna say that again?" Steve growled, stepping towards her.
Bucks pulled away from Talia and jumped in front of Steve, He placed her hands on his chest. "Calm down."
He grunted and stepped away.
"I think this is yours Mistha Barnes." Wade handed him the dog tags. Bucky smiled and took the tags from his hand. "Thanks Wade!"
He gave him a discreet nod. In that moment everything fell into place. When Steve had mentioned 'the friend' that he had spoken to earlier in regards to Pierce. It was Wade. Before Bucky could express his gratitude, Tasha grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hall. "Let's go before Pierce makes another miraculous resurrection."
Steve walked over and took Bucky’s arm back. "No chance of that. Puppy killed him good and proper."
"Na, we did it together Daddy." He beamed, kissing him on the cheek.
"God I'm going to puke." Maria said, pushing past them both.
The clown couple laughed and began walking in the same direction.
Steve was at the front of the murderous little group, leading the way through the lounge. Bucky was walking next to him, Wade was behind and Tasha and Maria followed.
Bucky dropped back and steadied his walking pace in sync with Wade. "I just wanna say thanks. Y'know, for coming to work for Steve, you seen Sitwell huh?”
"You didn't give me much of a choice did you Bucky?." He said deadpan.
"True." He smiled. "But, If it hadn't been for you, I'd probably be dead."
"Don't count your blessings yet Bucky, you still might be. Stev’s pretty pissed off about that letter." He explained. "Really? I guess it was a little over the top. - I know he don't like me getting all mushy."
Wilson laughed. "I don't think that was the problem Bucks. He went mental-" He paused. "-Wrong phrase of words..." He sighed. "Next time you decide to go all 'Sacrificial' on us, Just tell him yeah? He'd take it easier coming from you personally."
Bucky held his hands up in defense. "I didn't know Pearl was gonna go 'double agent' on me."
"Well, be glad she did, because if she hadn't-"
"Yeah, yeah alright, I get it." A few moments of silence passed, then Bucky whispered gently. "So he got upset by the letter?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah he did, but don't get excited. He's still gon kill you-."
Wade was interrupted when Steve reached out behind himself and made a grabbing motion with his hand. Like a child would to it's mother.
"Yeah.. He totally looks like he's gon kill me." Bucky said sarcastically, skipping over to Stevie and taking his hand.
Steve looked down at him and furrowed his brow. "What were you talking to Wade about?"
"Nothing." He sighed, leaning his head on his shoulder as they walked towards the entrance door to the lounge. Only a handful of Henchmen stopped them in their tracks on their way out, which of course Bucky and Nomad had fun killing. Too much fun in Maria’s opinion. they continued to walk to the direction towards the cars. Bucky’s Black Audi R8 was still parked neatly against the curb while Steve’s Lamborghini was sitting Horizontally across the road.
Bucky rolled his eyes. "Such a Drama Queen.." He muttered.
"What?" He said, hearing Bucky but not quite. "Huh?" He replied, playing dumb.
"Never mind." He chuckled.
Steve walked around toward his car, his eyes wandering over the Tarmac. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the old discarded syringe. He began laughing.
They all froze in their tracks, wondering what he found so funny.
"Something funny Daddy?" Bucky asked, his voice had a tinge of concern in it.
"Yeah baby.." He laughed harder. Then stopped, his face turned dark. "I almost forgot to take out the trash."
Steve pulled out his gun from the leather holster, he turned to the side and pointed the barrel at Natasha’s head.
Bucky gasped and looked over at Tasha, she just raised a brow and folded her arms across her chest.
"No daddy! She ain't done nothing wrong!" Bucky pleaded, his eyes flickering between his best friend and his boyfriend.
"Nothing wrong? Puppy, she's all kinda wrong." He growled.
"Pot calling the kettle black, don't you think Nomad?" Nat popped her hip, giving him a stern glare.
"Nat stop it! You're not helping!" Bucky shouted, he turned back to Steve. "Please Steve, don't. I know your angry, but this isn't her fault-" he stopped noticing his eyes locking onto it's target.
"STEVEN!" He shouted. "Put the gun down!"
His eyes didn't move, but he did reply. "Can't do that baby. I've had the itch to kill her for so, so long. And now it needs to be scratched."
"Dadddyyyyy please, she's my best friend." Bucky pleaded. He looked over at Wade for support.
He held his hands up. "Hey, don't drag me into this."
Bucky growled and marched over towards Steve. "Steve put the gun down right now, or so help me I'll tell everyone what happened in that room with Pierce!"
His head turned fully towards her now. "You wouldn't."
He smiled. Gotcha! His reputation meant everything to him. "Wouldn't I?"
Steve rolled his jaw and lowered his revolver, it didn't escape his notice that Nat let out a sigh of relief. Steve muttered curse words, he turned on his heel and walked towards his car. "You've got 20 seconds to get your ass in this car Bucky, or I'm leaving without you." He slammed the car door and sat in the driver's seat.
Bucky walked over to Tasha and placed his car keys in her hand. "Take the Car, I'll pick it up tomorrow."
"Hun, what happened in the room with Pierce?" She asked in a whisper.
"I saved his sorry ass." Bucky giggled and turned away.
Steve honked the car horn.
"I gotta go Natty, but thanks for everything!" He walked towards the passenger door and got in next to Steve. The Lamborghini roared to life and sped off into the dark streets of Brooklyn.
Wade watched them leave then turned towards Maria "Need a lift?"
She said nothing and shot him a glare. Then she slipped into the shadows.
"Take that as a no then." Wade muttered.
The journey back to the hideout wasn't long but it was long enough for Bucky to fall asleep. Steve waited for the electric door of the garage to open, and then pulled to a stop.
He looked over at his sleeping Bucky bear, he opened his eyes slowly and looked at him. "We home Daddy?"
"Yeah baby, we're home." He smiled. "C'mon, let's get inside. You’re tired."
"Urgh.. But I don't wanna walk..." Bucky laid his puppy dog eyes on him.
"No." Steve said sharply. "You got legs, use em'."
"But Puddinnnnn' I'm tired." he whined. "Pwease."
Steve didn't say a word, he just climbed out of the car and slammed the door. Bucky smiled, knowing he had him wrapped around his little finger. His car door opened and two strong, silk shirt coated arms lifted him out of the seat.
Bucky giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing the Ace of spades tattoo on his neck. "You're so spoiled."
He was halfway up the stairs, when his breathing got heavier. He was asleep again. Steve placed him gently on the bed and began to slowly and carefully remove Bucky’s clothes.
He pulled him into an upright sitting position to start. He was generally a heavy sleeper so he could continue without waking him.
Steve slipped the black leather Jacket off Bucky’s shoulders and then his boots and tact pants.
Bucky must have been half awake because he limply raised his arms, allowing Steve to pull it over his head. He threw it on the floor and laid him back on the bed. His short hair feathering out over the soft pillows. he moaned as his warm hands traced his bare skin, his golden rings giving Bucky a cold sparks. Steve’s fingers wandered down to his briefs, He grabbed either side of his shorts and slowly pulled them down.
Bucky rolled his head to the side and knocked his knees together. He arched his back and shifted his position on the mattress.
He felt small brief wet kisses press against his skin, traveling from his ankle all the way up the left side of his body. "Daddy." he mumbled.
"Shh.. Go to sleep." He ordered.
Bucky smiled, and his eyes fluttered open. He was leaning over him, wearing only a pair of black boxers with a golden trim. Steve’s muscles flexed as he put all his weight on his hands, which were resting either side of Bucky's body.
"I can't when you're doin' that." he said breathlessly when his attention went to his shoulder and neck.
"Doing what?" He teased.
Bucky grabbed his face and brought it up to his. "I want you, I really do.. But I'm tired." he yawned.
He nodded. "That's okay baby." Steve’s eyes lit up when an idea sprung into his head. "Why don't we take a day off tomorrow and stay in bed hm?.. How does that sound?"
"Absolutely Perfect."
Steve pressed his mouth onto his and ran his tongue along the opening of his lips, teasing it open to get inside. He moaned. It was gentle and almost hypnotic, lulling him into a calm state of mind. He was positive that his insomnia wasn't going to make an appearance tonight.
Steve climbed off his body and slipped behind him, pressing his bare tattooed chest against his back.
Bucky turned his head to look at him. "Steve?"
"Yeah Bucks?" He murmured into his hair.
"I'm sorry about the letter... You're lucky I didn't give you an alternate version. where I'm telling you that I didn't love you... I thought it might be easier for you to get over me if you hated me." he admitted.
"I could never hate you." He said, running his fingers across Bucky’s jawline.
"So you're not angry with me?" Bucky turned his body to face his.
"I am, but that's what tomorrow is for. Am I right?"
He saw that lustful glint in his eye. "You're such a naughty boy."
Steve smiled at him and winked. He pressed his nose against Bucky’s and whispered. "I'm so proud of you baby."
Bucky closed his eyes and crashed his lips against his. "I love you." he said softly.
He embraced Bucky tightly and they drifted off into sleep. Neither of them would have nightmares tonight, and even if they did they had each other to fall back on.
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Bucky gasped awake, cold water literally having been thrown in his face. Guess he’s still mad. It didn’t escape Nomad that Bucky had disobeyed him not once but about a million times since he was put on probation.
“Strip”
“What?”
Steve smacks him in the face, “Strip” it’s a direct order and going off what Bucky had done in the last ..eight or so weeks he didn’t want to test the theory of Steve actually killing him or not. Bucky nods, sliding out of his oversized t shirt and boxers, his hair is still a choppy mess all one color and boring, he misses his colorful hair and not looking like a rejected member of five seconds of summer.
“Hands and knees” Steve barks, Bucky glances at the side of the bed where Steve’s erm..goodies are laid, that damn leather belt and a shaved ginger root? What? “Uhh St-Daddy what?” Steve pushes Bucky into position since the Puppy can’t seem to listen. “No talking unless Daddy tells you to” Bucky whines into the sheets, his ass in the air, Steve takes the ginger root circling it around his tight hole. “Here’s what’s gonna happen Puppy, since you’re clearly still having trouble obeying the rules,” Steve says sliding the finger in to the flared base. Bucky whimpers, his hole warming around the spice.
Steve smacks the leather belt across the puppys ass, “There’s gonna be a few more rules put into place,” Steve says, landing the belt down harder. “No” Bucky whines, he yelps when Steve lands the belt down HARD across his hole right over the root. “First rule; You. Do. Not. Say. No. To. Me. Puppy.” He punctuates each word with a hard stinging smack to Bucky’s ass. Bucky whines his arms shaking from the force of the spanks, “Rule number two; You will address me as Daddy, only from now on” he twists the ginger in Bucky’s stinging hole. “Rule three;” he lands five hard quick spanks to Bucky’s sit spots. “You. Will. Speak. To. Me. With. Respect. You. Will. Address. Me. With. Respect.” He wacks Bucky’s ass with the metal side of the belt, Bucky’s breathing hard trying to keep position. “Rule four; If Daddy tells you no, it goddamn well fucking means No!” He wacks him particularly hard, “Rule five: There will be NO!. KEEPING!. SECRETS!. FROM!. ME!. EVER!” He spanks Bucky’s Ass so hard the younger’s eyes roll back, “Failure to follow any of these rules will result in the punishment of my choice, depending on how many you’ve broken and the severity of the situation, am I understood?”
Bucky just whimpers, “I said, Am. I. Understood!” He brings the metal buckle down over Bucky’s burning hole. “YES!” He wails “Yes daddy! You’re understood”
Steve tosses the belt, “Good puppy, hold still” He says easing the ginger out of Bucky’s hole cleaning him up with a wet washcloth. “Burns Daddy” he sniffles, “That’s the point, puppy” He tossed the trash out pulling his pup into his arms. “Hi Daddy, Im Sorry I disobeyed you”
“Its forgiven puppy, now on to your hair because wow” Steve snickers, Bucky gasps and hits his chest playfully “I know I look like a reject pop punk member” he giggles
They both giggle, they’re good alls forgiven, Bucky’s hair will be fixed it’s all good. They have each other.