Insubordination
Bucky Barnes had a secret and a rather big one at that. In an unknown safehouse, bought under a pseudo name he kept that secret locked away, safe from the world. Not to keep the world safe from her, but to keep her safe from the world. She had been almost 19 the first time her met her, or rather the Winter Soldier met her. He was told to test her, train her and break her. He wasn’t told she was his daughter, not that it would have mattered. When he did figure it out he was already free of Hydra and he knew he had to get her out as well, so he went back for her. She went with him willingly, utterly compliant because Hydra had never bothered to change her orders. She was to do whatever The Winter Soldier said, he was her master.
He couldn’t tell The Avengers about her, he couldn’t tell Steve because he was afraid. She was born and raised in Hydra, she had never known anything else. She was volatile, dangerous and unpredictable and until he could get a handle on her, he couldn’t let them near her. So he kept close by, in an unmarked warehouse in Brooklyn. She never left because he told her not to, told her it wasn’t safe. He made sure she wanted for nothing, gave her books and movies and games in the hope she would build a personality of her own that wasn’t designed by Hydra. And to an extent, it worked. But the more human she became the more stubborn and volatile she was. She started acting out, making his life more and more difficult. He had to sneak away from the compound so often that it was bound to arouse suspicion soon.
Bucky needed to find a way to deal with her, and soon.
Even as he unlocked the door to the warehouse, he could hear the temper tantrum that was going on inside. Screams of rage and frustration that were followed by crashing sounds and the smashing of glass. He stormed inside, not bothering to try and hide his anger this time. Mollycoddling her wasn’t working so it was time for a new approach.
“ENOUGH!” He roared.
She stopped in her track and looked over at him, shock colouring her features. He’d never yelled at her before, even when he was still The Soldier.
“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at? Destroying everything because you’re in a bad mood? How does that help?” He snapped at her.
“Nothing helps Soldat. Even if I tore this building to rubble I would still be alone. At least in Hydra there were others.” She told him bitterly, kicking the splintered remains of the coffee table over.
“I’ve told you not to call me that. I am your father and if you refuse to call me dad then fine, but call me Bucky.” He sighed, making his way over to her.
“Fine. Fuck you Bucky.” She snarled and he raised his eyebrows at her in surprise.
Her rage was boiling over to the point she was showing him insubordination. That was new and worrying. But like he had said, he was her father. It was time he acted like it instead of treating her like a recruit. He grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her closer.
“If you are going to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one. Is that what you want?” He asked.
She frowned at him in confusion, unaware of where this situation was leading. He dragged her over to one of the few unbroken chair and sat down on it, pulling her over his lap in the process.
“What are you doing?” She asked with puzzlement.
“Teaching you a lesson the way we did it in my day.” He explained, yanking her jeans down over her ass.
She squirmed at his actions, more confused than scared until he brought his flesh hand down to swat one of her soft cheeks. She yelped and wriggled, trying to get away.
“Stop it!” She snapped.
“Not until you learn.” He told her, smacking her ass twice more in rapid succession, a little harder than before.
“Get the fuck off me Soldat!” She yelled, trying to sit up.
He snarled in anger and whatever patience and fondness he had left evaporated. He grabbed her panties in his fists and ripped them down the middle, baring her ass to him and before she could fight back he brought his hand down hard, slapping the naked flesh of her full, round ass.
“Are you going to behave?” He barked and when she carried on trying to get away he knew she wasn’t learning.
He held her down with his metal arm and swatted her ass with the full strength of a super soldier, leaving a perfect red imprint of his hand. It was satisfying to see in a strange way.
“This is how Daddy’s punish their naughty girls in the real world.” He told her, smacking away at her bottom until she stopped struggling.
Her cheeks were a lovely shade of pink by the time he was done and as he breathed heavily and tried to calm down he realised something peculiar and shameful. His cock was pulsating and hard under his jeans and he shoved her off his lap onto the floor in shame. She landed with a thump and immediately crawled back over to him, hanging her head in shame.
“I’m sorry daddy.” She apologised, her voice softer and quieter than he had ever heard it.
He swallowed thickly at the sight of her bowing before him in submission and shifted in the seat. He shouldn’t have gotten a boner from this, it was wrong. But he had managed to get her to behave and that was what was important. More than that, she had finally acknowledged him as her father for the first time ever and he couldn’t even try to deny that he loved the way she called him daddy.
“Clean up in here.” He ordered shortly and she quickly glanced up at him.
He saw the thin sheen of tears in her eyes and felt bad. He had punished her and she had accepted it, there was no need for him to be cruel anymore. It wasn’t her fault his cock had responded in an inappropriate way. He held his arms out, intending to help her up but to his surprise she scrambled back onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was like being struck by a lightning bolt when he realised that she was acting out for a reason. That reason being she was starved for attention. He was the only person she ever interacted with and he never touched her, never gave her affection. Of course it was hurting her.
So it was for her sake that he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed soothing circles into her back. It was for her, and not some shameful part of himself that he gently caressed her stinging ass, soothing away the pain. And when she nuzzled into him, shoving her face into his neck he held himself perfectly still, trying not to enjoy it too much.