*Smut warning
The conversation Riss had with Nick Fury didn't matter in the end, Beck was dead. When she got back to New York, the compound was finished. She was impressed to see it done. She was more impressed to see a full master bedroom with her's and Bucky's furniture. She tossed her phone onto the bed as a set of hands wrapped around her waist.
"You're home." Bucky whispered.
"I told you it would only take a few days." She replies, spinning to face him.
"New suit?" He asks.
"It was Nat's." Riss replies. She smiles up at her boyfriend- her fiancée.
"How's Peter?"
"He's struggling, but he'll manage. I have faith in him." She answers.
"And how are you?" He asks.
"I'm struggling, but I'll be fine." She answers him honestly.
"I have faith in you." He quotes her, smiling.
She smiles. "Can we go see Morgan tonight?" Riss asks.
"Of course." Bucky replies. "One episode of That 70's Show?" He asked.
"You're addicted." She tells him. "But I had something better in mind."
Bucky looked up at her from their bed, his eyebrows furrowed. Carissa winked, slowly unzipping the suit. Bucky's eyes widened at her actions, quickly taking the hint to undress himself.
Bucky grabbed her wrist, pulling the girl into him before capturing her lips in his. He squeezed her waist before backing away from her entirely.
"Lay down." He ordered. She furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Now." He added in a raspy voice. Carissa carried herself to the bed on wobbly legs. He hadn't even done anything yet.
Bucky opened the nightstand drawer. Carissa could hear the objects clanking, narrowing her eyes at him as he pulled out a fluffy pair of red cuffs. Bucky climbed onto the bed, hovering over her to wrap the cuffs around the headboard.
"Bucky-" She started but was interrupted by the impact of Bucky's hand on her right cheek. She whimpered underneath him, bucking her hips up into him.
Bucky growled at her, pushing her hips back down into the mattress with his left arm. "Don't move."
Carissa nodded as Bucky went back to fastening her hands to the headboard. He sat back on the bed, just watching her. She was already a mess; her hair was tossed around her and her cheeks flushed.
"My pretty baby." Bucky whispered, stroking the red mark already forming on her cheek. He stared deep into her eyes as he used his right hand for his own satisfaction. Carissa rubbed her thighs together as Bucky pumped himself.
"Bucky, please-" She whined, but he stopped her, delivering another slap across the face.
"What's wrong?" Bucky asked in between groans as he continued to pump himself.
"Please-" She cut herself off with a whimper.
"Words, Carissa." Bucky demanded.
"Fuck me." Riss whimpered under her breath. "Please, Sarge."
That's what he'd been looking for. Bucky smirked at her, spreading her legs apart. He looked up at her, their eyes meeting as he dragged his warm tongue through her folds. Carissa jumped at the contact, pulling against the restraints. She wanted nothing more than to run her hands through his hair, tugging every so often. Bucky sucked at her clit, making her moan and arch her back off the bed. She attempted to close her thighs but Bucky stopped her, pushing her away with his right arm.
He continued his assault on her clit as he slowly drew lazy circles around her entrance. Carissa continued to buck her hips into him, despite being held down.
"So impatient." Bucky commented between flicks of his tongue. Riss's legs were shaking as her knuckles were turning white from the grip she'd had on the headboard. She was close.
"Bucky-" She whimpered. Buck pulled away from her to bite her thigh. Eventually she'd learn. "Sarge-" She tried again.
"That's a good girl. Cum." He ordered. She did just that. Her whole body shook under him, her face was flushed, her lips swollen and pink as she cried out, tugging against the restraints.
Bucky watched as she caught her breath, his pupils blown. Every time with her just got better.
"Sarge, please." She begged. He didn't even have to ask her. Bucky smiled at the girl. He sat on his knees, wrapping her legs around his waist. He kissed her stomach lightly, making his way up. He sucked light marks along her neck, knowing they were going out tonight to see family. Finally, he reached her lips. Bucky stared down at Carissa, helpless and restrained. He memorized every feature of her face, every piece of her he would never want to forget.
Bucky's hand came up, cupping her left cheek. She leaned into his touch, her face still flushed. Buck's hand slid from her cheek to grip her chin, harshly pulling her to meet him in a heated kiss as he slid himself into her. They moaned into each other as Bucky sent a slow pace, their tongues swirling around each other. Bucky fumbled for the key on the nightstand, not slowing his pace. He finally found it, unlocking the cuffs. Carissa's hands immediately tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to her.
"Harder." She mumbled into his mouth. "Please."
Bucky smiled at her, increasing his pace and making her cry out. Her nails dug into his back as the bed began to hit the wall.
"Such a good girl." Bucky reminded her, wrapping his metal hand around her throat. "My pretty little slut."
Carissa arched her back, allowing him to hit her most sensitive spot. A particularly high pitched sound left her throat and Bucky knew what to do. He tightened his grip, snapping his hips into her faster. Moan after moan came tumbling out of Carissa.
"Fuck." She cried, tightening her legs around him. She dug her nails into his shoulder, dragging them down, making Bucky moan at the sensation.
"Come on, baby." Bucky mumbled, placing a hand between them to draw circles on her clit.
Riss gasped at the added feeling. "I'm close."
"Good girl. Cum for me. Cum on my cock." Bucky praised.
Bucky's words pushed Riss over the edge, her second orgasm of the night rolling over her like a wave. Her walls tightened around Bucky, sending him off the edge with a string of curse words and mumbles of her name.
The pair found themselves sitting at the table with Morgan and Pepper later that night. Riss had just received a text from Harley telling her he was on his way.
Riss smiled at the girl as she stands to flip the burgers on the grill. A car pulls up in the drive way.
"There he is now." She tells the small girl. Bucky walks over to Riss, handing her a beer.
"Thank you, darling." She smiles at him.
"Uh, babe." Bucky whispers.
"Yeah?" Riss whispers back. Bucky pointed at her neck, silently telling her to fix her turtle neck.
"Hey." Harley says, walking over to Riss. She turns to face him as he pulls her into a hug, kissing her forehead.
"Hi." She replies. Harley and Bucky greet each other before he makes his way over to Pepper, kissing her cheek.
The TV channel changed behind her suddenly, catching Carissa's attention.
This is breaking news.
We come to you now with revelations of last weeks attack in London. An anonymous source provided this video. It shows Quenten Beck, a.k.a Mysterio, moments before his death.
"What the hell?" Riss asks, leaving the grill. Harley takes over for her, but his eyes never leave the TV either. He knew Riss had been there, she'd told him. Harley knew all about Beck and Peter. Harley was her newfound best friend, after all, considering how Peter was now too young to understand Riss.
Warning: You may find this video disturbing.
Carissa turned back to look at Harley before turning to Bucky. Whatever happened next, Carissa knew she wasn't prepared for it.
Quenten's face popped up on the screen. "I managed to send the Elemental back to their dimension but I don't think I'm going to make it off this bridge alive. Spider-Man attacked me for some reason with the help of Captain America's daughter. They have an army of weaponized drones. Stark technology. He's saying he's the only one who's gonna be the new Iron Man, no one else." It skips to a new clip, including Peter's shoes and voice.
"What?" Riss asked in between.
Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack? There will be significant casualties. EDITH asks 'Peter'.
Peter's voice replies. "Just do it. Execute them all." There are shots fired in the background.
The shocking video was released earlier today on a controversial news network.
Carissa couldn't listen anymore. She just couldn't. Their names were being dragged through the mud. Carissa held the remote in her hand as the voice carried on.
But that's not all, folks. Brace yourself for the real blockbuster, you might want to sit down.
Beck came back on the screen. "Spider-Man's real- Spider-Mam's real name-"
"No." Riss whispers to the TV, dropping the remote to cover her mouth.
"Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker." Beck choked out. A picture of Peter flashed across the screen.
"What the fuck!" Riss yelled.
But that wasn't all! Parker's partner; Carissa Rogers.
Chapter Nineteen
The picture of the girl was plastered on the screen in front of her. Riss's shoulders dropped. She wasn't sure what she was more pissed about, her being dragged or the picture's quality being absolutely butchered. She was being framed for murder. Her and Peter were being framed for murder.
"Pepper..." She calls.
Pepper was already dialing numbers. This was why Riss and Bucky didn't watch the news. There was no way this was happening. Morgan stood up, running over to Carissa. She holds onto Riss's leg as Carissa continues to panic, Riss doesn't even register that she's there.
The emotion engulfs her.