CLINT'S VACATION
Clints POV:
I was sitting on the floor in the living room playing video games while my mistress worked at her desk in the corner when Nat’s phone started ringing. I paused the screen, muting it so that I wouldn’t be a disturbance. I leaned back against the couch when I realized it was her dad, knowing it would be a long talk. I debated escaping to my room to waste the time, but it was pretty rare for me to be able to use the console and I was worried that if I turned it off, I wouldn’t be allowed to turn it back on. I couldn’t help but listen in as the woman got more and more distressed. I looked over at her, so she would know I was listening. Her head was in her hand as she listened to whatever her father was telling her. She started to plan a trip in order to go visit and I was nervous as my name popped up. Her parents hated me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was a male or because I wasn’t as submissive as they liked, and my presence always seemed to cause problems. She seemed to not want to fight as she quickly stated that she would figure out, before confirming that she could call him back soon and hung up.
“Fuck.” she sighed annoyed, which was very unlike the woman. “Go pack a bag for a couple of days.”
“Where are we going?” I braved to ask, turning off the TV and standing up.
“I’m going home, I have to figure out where to send you.”
It wasn’t until I was in the car that I was told I was staying at the cabin. She spent half of the almost two-hour drive convincing me that I wasn’t going to be punished. That it was either them or staying at a sub-center. I figured better the devils you know than the demons you don’t. My leg still bounced nervously the whole way there, and the frustrated look on Steve’s face as he opened the door did nothing to soothe me.
“Welcome, come in.” He smiled tightly. “Clint you can put your bag in the closet. I’m cooking dinner now if you wanna help Nat.”
My mistress nodded walking to the kitchen as I put away my bag and sat at the end of the bench, staring out across the open concept cabin zoning out the pair. I wondered where Peter was, wishing I could talk to the boy. I felt bad for the kid, having to live with the man that often haunted my nightmares, but he seemed to be handling it okay. The man even seemed to be softer on him. It was very much a relief to have another slave to talk to. Nat only really spent time with the couple and Sam, but until Peter came around I was always alone and bored. That didn’t mean I wanted the poor kid here, in fact, I would happily be bored and alone for the rest of my life if it meant the kid could have a normal life.
“Where’s James?” I heard my mistress ask, drawing my attention to the conversation.
“With Peter.” Steve growled slightly, making me freeze, I rarely heard the man speak with that level of bitterness. “They’ll be in in a minute.”
Nat simply nodded and changed the conversion.
It was a few minutes later when the pair came in, and I couldn't help but freeze at the sight. I knew immediately where they had been as a blood-stained Bucky carried a way to still Peter into the house. Neither of the two in the kitchen seemed to notice as the shirtless man disappeared up the stairs to the loft, before reappearing alone a minute later. I couldn’t hear anything but a soft buzzing as he spoke to his boyfriend, my mind filled with a hatred I hadn’t experienced before. There was a bone-chilling fear that was new, different from what I normally felt when I was in trouble, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the loft and the blanket covered the railing.
“Clint and I will just be going out there in a minute anyway,” Bucky stated, making me quickly turn towards him, my whole body filling with that familiar dread I was used to around the man.
“Relax.” Steve soothed as the others laughed, “To help him clean. You’re not in trouble.”
“Why don’t y'all go now. Food is going to take about another hour, so you have time to clean.” Nat responded.
I was shocked to see the pure amount of blood in the stall and wondered how the small boy was functioning. Bucky waited for me to remove my clothes before handing me a bucket with soapy water and a sponge. It was surprisingly not horrible for cleaning up a blood-soaked room. The man put on some music as he washed his tools as I scrubbed the floors. After we were done, he sprayed the room down, thankfully letting me out before he sprayed the frigid water. He even let me wash off in the med bay before getting dressed, although I think that was more because Nat didn’t want my clothes ruined.
When we went back into the house Buck ran to take a quick shower as I helped set the table. There was no Peter as we ate dinner, and since I was the first one done, I decided to ask if I could go see the boy. They nodded absentmindedly as I washed the dishes, before calmly walking up the stairs.
I sat down next to the floor. He looked so small and too still, and I was once again reminded of how young he was. I knew he was older than I was when I was first sold, but I was not used the same way he was and James Barnes was not my master. The old guy who had owned me first was an angry bastard who liked slapping me around too much, but he would also leave me alone when he wasn’t drunk. My second Master was a kinky fucker who got off on tying me down, but I was already broken by the time I was given to him. Looking back on it, he was no worse than Stark, yet he had a way of making me want to pull off my skin that had never been matched.
“Pietro is a liar.” A small voice croaked from the mattress, pulling me out of my past. I hadn’t thought that the boy had been awake, so I hadn’t noticed when he slowly turned towards me.
“What?” I asked him curiously.
“He said that I got special treatment. That acting up would make me less desirable to them.” He rasped, “I guess he was right about being used less.”
“Silver is a dumbass.” I sighed, reminding myself to kick the boy's ass the next time I spoke to him. “I could have told you that, you did nothing to help yourself. Barnes loves a good excuse to get bloody, and sure, I think you can get away with more than the rest of us, but that doesn’t mean test them. Also, you fucked up by pissing off Cap, he’s the only one who is able to make his boyfriend ease up.”
“Cap?” His face scrunched up in confusion at the name.
“Yeah Captain Rodgers, Steve,” I informed him. “They were both in the army for years, although I’m pretty sure they have known each other since they were kids.”
“Fascinating.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I hear you’re staying with us for a while. Sorry, I’m kind of leaving you alone with them.”
“Oh shut up.” I chided, smirking slightly so he knew I wasn’t actually mad at him. “You just heal, I can handle them. And don’t think that just because they have to be gentle with you means that they will leave you alone. They probably won't want to hurt you but they are creative.”
“I appreciate the insight.” he smiled weakly.
I changed the topic as we talked about random things. Apparently, the boy didn’t have some of the perks that we other slaves have. I was pretty sure by the end of the week I would be a lot more appreciative of the few video games I had and Natasha’s extensive movie collection. He seemed to be in pain and extremely tired but I didn’t really want to go back to the trio downstairs and the boy didn’t seem upset by my company. I could tell he was trying not to wince every time he moved, but I didn’t point it out.
“You should be resting.” A low voice came from behind me making me flinch slightly. I turned around to see Buck leaving against the railing with a disapproving look.
“Sorry sir, he seemed bored, so I thought I would keep him company.
“Nat’s about to leave.” He simply replied, causing me to stand up and head down the stairs.
I felt bad about leaving Pete with the man without a second thought, but I wasn’t naive enough to think that I would be able to do anything to protect the kid. I took a steadying calming breath as I walked onto the porch where my mistress and Steve were talking. The woman smiled at me pulling me into her side and kissed my forehead as she thanked Steve.
“Be good,” She reminded me, “I gave them full access to do what they wanted so don’t give them any crap.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I nodded.
“I’ll call every day to check-in,” She told Steve who just laughed but nodded. “Hopefully it will only be a day or two but we will see.”
“Just focus on being home.” He told her, “We’ll take good care of your little Hawk.”
“Have fun.” She smiled sincerely, planting another kiss on my hairline before leaving.
We watched as she drove away. The man placed a hand on my shoulder before leaning down to kiss my neck.
“Come on Hawk. Let's go have some fun.” He murmured in my ear before leading me back into the house.