Third Person POV:
Engineers repair a damaged cybernetic arm on a confused soldier. Fragmented memories circle in his head. Memories from decades past with the man on the bridge and memories of a girl telling the soldier about this man. His brows furrow with a need to preserve both these people in his brain. The girl he didn't see on the bridge, but she's heavily implanted in his brain. No, deeper than that, she's implanted in his heart and soul. He holds on to the vision of her; long brunette hair, bright hazel eyes, freckles splattered across her nose, a kindness that no one here had ever showed him. Love that he had never felt. She was his, and now he desires her back.
At the sound of approaching feet his facial expressions change. He erases the look of confusion from his face to the one of the cold soldier they want. Her face is replaced with visions of a him waking him up in their care. Then the man from the bridge screaming down at the soldier as he falls from a train. Being drug through the snow, with his arm half gone. The countless surgeries to remove his flesh arm and replace it with the metal that made him their asset. Visions of waking up with a metal arm and in confusion choking the life out of a scientist. Becoming the face of Hydra. Being frozen in that chamber. Waking up in that chamber to see a young girl, a girl who could read his emotions. A young girl who he vowed to protect with just one meeting. She made him feel. She grew older while he didn't. A vision of kissing her, loving her.
Only for those happy visions to be replaced by scientists in the present time prodding at him. Angry from being taken away from his rapidly increasing memories he lashes out and hits one of the scientists. They are not equipped to deal with the soldier's wrath and they scatter away from his angry heaving body. The scientist and engineers are replaced with the S.T.R.I.K.E. team, guns aimed at the soldier. They won't kill him. This is just for show.
Alexander Pierce walks through the base, ready to talk to his asset. He failed his mission and he's ready to put the soldier back in his place. "Sir, he's unstable." One of the scientists informs him of the soldier's mental capacity. "Erratic." Pierce doesn't listen, just continues to walk into the room where the Soldier is being kept.
Pierce removes his glasses and asks the guards to stand down. Wanting to ease the solider into a sense of serenity. The soldier is completely stone cold. Staring out into space. What Pierce isn't aware of is that he's holding onto those memories of Steve and her. His doll.
"Mission report." Pierce coldly demands. The soldier's gaze never meets his. He's trying to put it all together. "Mission report now." Pierce asks with much more fervor. Irritated that the soldier isn't complying.
Pierce leans forward, becoming eye level with the soldier. Giving him a long stare, and the soldier cannot give him the courtesy of his attention. The longer the soldier ignores him the angrier Pierce becomes. Frustrated he backhands the soldier. More memories flash back. The day he helped her escape. Charlie. She was his, and he was hers. Because of Pierce now she's gone. Because of Pierce he was asked to kill the man on the bridge.
Confused in his memories the soldier slowly turns to Pierce. He doesn't want to bring the girl up, "There was a man on the bridge." The man called him Bucky. The same name the girl called him. "Who was he?"
The aloof expression on Pierce's face briefly wavers, "You met him earlier this week on another assignment."
The solider knows Pierce is lying. She told the soldier about him; she would cast visions of him into his mind. Steve. "I knew him."
With a sigh Pierce sits down in the chair to fully be on level with the soldier. "Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time. Society's at a tipping point between order and chaos. And tomorrow morning, we're gonna give it a push. But, if you don't do your part, I can't do mine. And Hydra can't give the world the freedom it deserves."
He's still lying. The soldier knows that he's lying to him to make him see their way. Hydra doesn't understand what freedom is. He's not like them. "But I knew him." Pierce releases a deep sigh, standing and begins to walk away. "She told me about him."
Pierce's attention is back on the soldier. "Who told you about him?"
"The girl. Charlie." He sadly looks up at the man. His heart breaking again at the loss of the girl. How many years have passed since he last seen her?
Pierce is dumbfounded looking at the soldier. With a demonic laugh he says, "If it wasn't for you my China doll would still be here."
"She wasn't yours. She was mine."
"She could have stayed here, and you could have continued to fuck her, but now she's gone, because of you. I know where she is though. Secrets don't stay that way for long. The man on the bridge is your mission. If you don't kill him, it's only a matter of time before she's in his arms. She's connected to him, to all of them. Being raised by one of them. They want to destroy us. She's turned against you."
The soldier let's that information soak in. He remembers though. He remembers how she took her memories. "She won't remember me."
"You will complete this mission." Pierce turns to leave, "Prep him." The soldier watches him leave. Knowing that everything he just got back they're taking away again. He clings tightly to the memory of Steve and his Charlie.
The scientist in charge of the soldier looks at Pierce, "He's been out of cryo freeze too long."
"Then wipe him and start over. Remember he pays for the both of them. Your China doll can't save you anymore, soldier. When the time is right you will kill the man on the bridge and her." Tears form in his eyes when he realizes again how much they use him. His body is nothing but a weapon. An asset. No bit of kindness is spared from Pierce. Watching as they prep his body. With nothing else left to do his eyes bore holes into Pierce. Not even noticing Rumlow watching him, confused as to who the girl is that they were speaking of.
Leaning back in the chair they show him the milligram of kindness in a mouth guard. Animals are treated better than the soldier. The machine whirs to life. Clamping his body into place while the apparatus surrounds his head. The part that will suck out his memories. The soldier screams out in pain as the machine puts his brain in a blender. Leaving no trace of what little memories he retrieved. Pierce walks out without another word.
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Bucky's POV:
I wake up with a gasp and jolt. Hand searching in the cotton sheets for Charlie, and the bed is empty, but it's warm. "Charlie?" I look around the room and she's nowhere to be found. Pulling myself out of the bed quickly I walk to the bathroom. No Charlie. Panic setting in I walk through the house. Still no Charlie. Opening the door to Callan's room I see her lift our crying son out of the crib. "Oh thank, God."
Her head turns around to look at me, "Bucky? Babe is everything okay?"
"You weren't in the bed." I walk over to her, caressing her cheek as she cradles our son for a feeding.
"Yeah, because our son was crying. He's hungry." Her eyes look over to the glider and back to me. "Come on, I'll feed him in the bedroom." She pulls at my arm, leading us both into the bedroom. After readjusting her pillow, she leans back and watches him nurse. "So, you want to tell me why you were so worried that I wasn't in the bed? Normally you're the first to wake up when he cries."
"I had a dream." She only looks over to me wanting me to elaborate. "From Hydra. I remembered you after you escaped."
"There's more to this dream if it got you scared that I was gone."
"It was after...after my mission to kill Steve. I was hit in the back and memories came back to me. I remembered Steve. And the more time passed by, I could remember you."
Her eyes soften towards me, puckering her lips up, asking me for a kiss, which I oblige. "You're still not answering why you think I left." Her gaze returns back to our nursing son. I look, too, almost jealous of the loving moment he has with her. Every time she nurses him, she watches him like he is the most amazing and beautiful person in her life. Sharing a precious moment with just the two of them, as she uses her body to nourish him.
My eyes never leave him. Curiosity nearly overtakes my train of thought. "Pierce, he...he asked how I knew Steve and I told him that you told me, even said your name. He just laughed and said if it wasn't for me his China doll would still be there. I told him that you weren't his. He knew where you were. And even said you would run into Steve's arm." I take a deep breath, and Charlie's head turns to meet mine. Her hand pets along my beard, "He knew where you were. He knew that Clint was raising you. He tried to tell me that you turned against me."
"James...Pierce was a master at deceit."
"I know. It just felt so real. Like they were taking you from me again." My eyes fall back to our son. Judging by her sigh she thinks it's because I can't look at her, but it's because I'm slightly jealous.
"But I'm right here. Hey look at me." I look into her bright hazel eyes and she only softly smiles. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours."
My eyes drift back to Callan. She shifts him to lay on her shoulder to burp. Never adjusting herself to cover back up. "I know."
"Then why won't you look at me?"
"Distracted." It slips out before I even think about it. She gives me a flirtatious giggle, petting along my jawline again. "What?"
"I know. I was wondering if you would ever say anything?"
"What?" My eyes finally meet hers again. She's not shocked or even disgusted by what she thinks she knows.
"Do you think I don't catch you watching him nurse all the time? I mean I know you love watching him, but your face is different when he's eating. At first, I thought you were just jealous that I could feed him and you couldn't. But that's not what it is, huh?" I can only shake my head. "Well, until you ask or say something I won't pressure you."
Her eyes leave mine. Looking at our now sleeping son, milk drunk. Her lips ghost kisses along his cheeks as she stands to return him to his crib. Her body walks back to the bed, still she hasn't covered herself. Her smiling at me, I know she's trying to make me ask her. Trying to tempt me even more than I already am. Every movement from her is so calculated. Her fingers whispering along my skin. Milk swollen breast still out. "Good night, Daddy." Her voice sings over to me and I can only roll my eyes.
"You know what you're doing." I answer in the darkness. She only fakes a yawn. "Looks like he didn't eat enough."
"That's because he fell asleep." Her fingers lightly draw circles on my abs. Tracing each line.
"Won't it hurt?" My eyes are locked on her exposed and engorged breast.
"It can. I should pump, but I'm tired." With another fake yawn she says in a singsong voice, "Let's go to sleep, babe."
"I know what would work besides a pump and you won't even have to get up." Now it's my time to smirk. I worship her body. Every part of it and all that she has to offer. And this part is new, and I need to know.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Charlie playfully licks her lips looking at me, and how my eyes have never left her breast.
"Can... can I try?" Rolling my eyes up to meet hers. Her expression is still soft looking at me. Fingers brushing along my beard, and with her soft smile she nods. "Did...he try?" She shakes her head no. "You think I'm weird?"
"No, I think you're adorable. And you're being oddly shy, Daddy. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I'm yours. Don't be embarrassed to ask your wife, your baby mama..." I give her a growl, she knows I hate when she refers to herself as that, "Your love, your girl...all the names you call me. Ask what it is that you want. The worse I can say is no."
"So, you don't care?" she shakes her head no. Her eyes already becoming heavier. "Just a taste." Her hands wrap around my head and she brings me closer to her swollen breast. "You're sure?"
"Either try it or don't. I don't care."
With Callan only being four weeks old, we haven't gotten clearance for sex. I feel Charlie is being deprived, but she always makes sure that I'm satiated. She's more than happy to give me a hand job or let me fuck her mouth, and doesn't complain. The moment my tongue circles around her nipple, she lets out a soft whimper. Her fingers gently weave through my hair. Confirmation that she is getting something out of this. Flicking my tongue on her nipple and looking up at her, watching her face twist with pleasure. Listening as her breathing pattern changes and she pants out. Eyes switching between watching me and rolling up, overcome with pleasure. He doesn't get the same reaction as I am.
I continue watching her when I fully sink my mouth on her breast. Feeling my cock twitch in my boxers as her mouth opens and a small moan seeps out of her mouth. Sucking until I feel the warm liquid hit my tongue. The sweetness overwhelms my senses and I lean back with a gasp. Looking at my wife. She lets out a giggle, "That bad, huh?"
"Oh, honey, it's anything but bad. Have you not tasted it?" With her sweet smile and a shake of her head, I lean back forward. Suckling on her. Letting her mother's milk warm me up. "You are feeding our son so well, doll." I sink down to latch back on, loving her soft moans. With a hitch of her breath and a quick gasp, both our eyes meet one another, "Did you just...?"
"I think so." Her eyes are stunned.
"My doll just orgasmed from feeding me." My fingers flick around at her nipple, wanting to lick up the excess that lingers.
She laughs, "I'm just sensitive. Since we've been back together, I haven't gone so long without you in me." Her lips pout down at me. Over exaggerating her feelings in this moment.
"Just means we need to make this a regular thing." I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
With a soft smile, "You will have to come second to Callan. He relies on me, you don't."
With a nod of my head, I go back for another taste and to lick her clean. Her fingers only gently massage my scalp as she stares at me. "My biggest baby, huh?" My body moves up her body, until my mouth meets hers. Immediately sinking my tongue onto hers, allowing her to taste her milk on me. She moans at the taste bringing me closer to her.
"We still can't, can we?"
With a huff she leans back on the bed, "No. And I'm going crazy."
"You liked me drinking from you, didn't you?"
"I like watching you. You seemed...content. Now, as much as I've enjoyed your explorations, Daddy, I'm tired. And I know your son will be awake before we know it for another feeding." With every word I watch as her eyes get heavy. "So, unless you're wanting to use my tit as a pacifier, just let me sleep, okay?"
"You're not right." I laugh. "And why is he just my son?"
"He's your son in the middle of the night when he doesn't want me to sleep. He's your son when he's not eating just holding my boob in his mouth. Like his dad, he's a boob man."
"That's my boy." I lean over her body, gently kissing her, and pepper kisses all down her body, hoping she understands I love every part of her, before laying back and pulling her into me. Letting her sleep, we have time to play later.
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Charlie's POV:
"Shh, let's get you changed first son. You keep your mom awake throughout the night, and I know she would never complain about it, but I want to make her life as easy as possible. You understand right?" I listen through the baby monitor as Bucky talks to Callan. His crying becomes more whines and whimpers with Bucky's calming voice. "There you go. I know you're hungry, too. But getting you changed first is going to make life so much better, you know? You know, every time I look at you, I'm reminded of how hard it was to get you here. Your mom and I have had a weird story, not that you or even your sister should worry about that."
Tears fall down my face. He's so soothing and patient with him. He heard the slightest discomfort through the monitor, and jumped up to check on him. I hadn't even heard his distress, Bucky leaving the bed is what alerted me. "You're one of the first things I can remember as really being mine. No matter what happens, Callan, you're my son. And there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. You're already such a strong and protective boy. Me and your mom are going to have our hands full with you, I just know it. Okay, let's go and see if your mom is awake so she can feed you. Just so you know, when you're old enough, I won't be sharing her with you. That shows you how much I love you. But even you know how special she is."
Letting out a little giggle as I listen to Bucky's steps pad through the house and to our room, pausing only for a moment when he sees me sitting up in the bed, arms outstretched for my smallest love. "You're already awake." He says, awkwardly smiling and then looking at Callan, "I think she might have heard our conversation. It was supposed to be private." The closer he gets he must see the trails left behind, "Aw, honey, were you crying?"
"Shut up." I tell him, pulling Callan onto me for a feeding. "You're just too sweet. Minus the sharing part. You're not really jealous of your son, are you?"
"No. I'm just bitter because I miss you." I know I have to pout at him as he sits on the bed with us. "Not that you're not doing a great job at taking care of me. Your mouth and hand just aren't the same."
"I know. B... he said we should be fine."
"But you're scared?"
"Yeah, my husband has a giant cock thanks to that serum." I look down at Callan, who's bright eyes only shine staring back up at me. Minus his lighter hair he looks just like Bucky. He also has an added bonus of a deep dimple on his left cheek. Bucky releases a muffled laugh.
"It wasn't the serum." Leaning forward to whisper into the shell of my ear, "It just enhanced me."
"Stop. I'm feeding our son." I look down at our happy boy. Just like Maggie, he's perfect. I couldn't have conjured a more perfect little boy, and the fact that I get to raise a mini-Bucky just makes me beyond thrilled. My fingers rub along his smooth baby skin. Holding onto his finger while he feeds. "You're watching me."
"You know how I feel about feeding times. It's like you two are bonding. Not only did your body house him and grow him, but now your body is being used to provide him food." I turn my eyes to look at my beautiful husband. "Don't cry, Charlie."
"I'm sorry. It's all happy tears. You're just the perfect dad. Not just to him, but to Maggie, too."
"You wouldn't keep me around if I wasn't."
"No, I wouldn't. But you are. I don't deserve you." He gives me a look. Staring down at me daring me to continue this train of thought, "But I'm so glad you're here. Glad isn't even the word for it. And our kids get to grow up with you as their dad."
"Is this you asking if we can try for another?" His smile is too bright. He's serious.
"No."
"But, doll..."
"No. I want to enjoy him. I'm not saying we have to wait as long as I did between Maggie and him, I'm saying our son is seven weeks old, and you want to fuck a baby in me already." I look back down at our angelic son. His bright eyes already getting heavier.
"I'd settle for just fucking you." My eyes turn back to Bucky, mouth open in a smile. "Don't act like you don't want it." His weight changes to lean over to my shoulder looking down at our perfect son. Turning to the side he kisses my cheek, trailing his sinful mouth down my neck. A chill rises up my spine, being touch deprived for so long. Callan whines a bit at the quick movement. I shift him over to nurse on the other breast.
"Bucky..." I pant out.
"I'm a very patient man, doll. And I can wait..."
"Would you promise to go slow?" His kissing on my neck continues so I feel him smile on me. "I'm serious, Bucky. Like our first time."
"The first first time, or the second first time that we thought was the first time for nearly a decade?"
"You're an ass." He knows I'm not serious because my tone is playful. "You know exactly which time I'm talking about. I'm talking about my first time. Remember, I pushed your nearly ten-pound son out of my vagina."
"Okay, okay. I'm only playing with you. Yes, me and my giant cock will go as slow as you need." His kissing on my neck lessens as we watch our little prince. His eyes are closed due to him no longer feeding. "I want to burp him." Bucky says as he sees that I'm adjusting him. With the smoothness of someone who has handled a baby for years he grabs him up from my arms. Holding him over his shoulder. In the beginning he was so hesitant to hold him, afraid he would squish him, drop him, or just be too rough. After a few days and realizing he can trust his instincts he loves holding our boy.
Bucky walks Callan back into his room, returning with a giant smile. Stalking over to the bed he smirks down at me. I fake a yawn smiling up at him, "No. Don't play coy with me, doll. I know you're nervous, but I also know how much you want me. I heard your heartbeat speed up when I was kissing you. I felt your skin heat up at my words. I could even smell how wet I was making you." My eyes can only narrow at him.
"Super soldier." His body crawls over me on the bed. "You all think you know everything."
"I don't know everything, but I've studied you. I saw you wiggling around earlier. If you say you don't really want me, then I won't push you." His body completely cages me. Petal pink lips kiss along my sensitive skin on my neck, trailing down my chest. His tongue swipes around my sensitive nipple while my back arches up to bring him even closer. A quick latch onto my breast and a quick suck and I feel him drink from me with a moan before he leans back wiping around his mouth.
I look up at him with my mouth agape, offended that he stopped. "You know, you seem really tired. Maybe we should just go to sleep."
Pulling him back down to me with a smile, "Oh, no you don't." I hear him chuckle with arrogance.
"This a greenlight then?"
"Shut up and fuck me." My hands struggle to pull down the nursing gown before Bucky leans back.
"Do you have more of these?" Nodding my head, he begins ripping off the gown, "I'll buy you another one." His hands roam all over my body, kneading every inch of me while our mouths pepper along each other's skin. Continuing to use his mouth to stimulate and suck on my nipple his hand brushes down under my panties, hissing once he feels how wet I am. "Doll, all your teasing, and you're drenched. I knew I smelled you."
Smiling he meets my lips with his, fingers spreading around my slick around clit and gently massaging it. Testing out my comfort he slips a finger in my pussy. Slowly pumping into me. His head leans back from the assault he dealt on my neck to watch my face. Satisfied with the pleasure he's printing on my face he adds another finger. Palming my clit, he scissors his fingers, stretching me out. He still watches my face, and I feel his cock against my thigh, with a deep moan I roll my hips with the pace of his fingers. "That's right pretty girl. Fuck my fingers. Then I'm going to fuck you. God, I've missed this pussy. My pussy."
"James, I need to feel you." I plead to him. Realizing how much I've missed him inside of me.
"Cum on my fingers first, honey." His fingers curl inside me, hitting that sensitive spot that he's so fond to stimulate. His pace speeds up, while his breathing pants out with me. Getting just as much out of my high as I am. With a squeeze to his arms, I completely come undone on his fingers. "Charlie, you're so beautiful when you do that. You ready?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"I'm going to take it slow." Setting quick work he rips my underwear off me, throwing the pieces behind his body. Legs move in between my thigh, pushing them apart. He lines himself up with my entrance before sinking in slowly. I feel every inch, every vein, and the way he slides in just to make sure that the stretch I feel is comfortable and enjoyable. "You, okay?" he asks as soon as he bottoms out. Pausing to allow my cunt time to adjust to his size. He feels bigger than I recall.
"Green light." I pant up at him. Lowering his weight on top of me he slowly pulls himself out, and with the same speed, sheathing himself back to the hilt. He creates the most perfect and satisfying speed. His mouth wickedly licks, sucks, and bites on my neck. Roaming over to the other side and working on the sensitive skin. "Oh, James..." I keen, overwhelmed with him. "You're so good babe, so so good." My hands grip his back tightly as my legs spread further, lifting up to give him ample access to his pussy.
His mouth leaves his marks on the left side of my neck, and without being asked a Vibranium arm grabs my jaw, sliding down to my neck and adding the tiniest bit of pressure. Leaning back, he watches my face the more pressure he adds. Hearing my mewls and whimpers gives him the okay to add even more pressure. And with a release I blow out air, smiling up at him. "Green light." He responds, satisfied that he didn't hurt me.
"Do it again when my pussy flutters around you."
Moving his mouth to my ear, so I hear and feel his breaths, "You're so beautiful filled with my cock. You're taking my cock so well, doll. You were made for me." Between his praises and the way his course facial hair burns into my skin, heating me up even more, I feel the heat growing in my stomach. Tightening up, hearing Bucky's breathing change in my ear, knowing he, too, is so close. Loving the slow pace, he's created.
Dirty praises continue to be whispered in my ears, while I whisper out lewd words back, feeling every bit of Bucky's cock buried deep inside. The heat becomes too much to bear, "Please, James..."
"I'll take such good care of you, doll. Whose girl are you, Charlie?" Knowing how close I am his hand comes back to my jaw, gently sliding down to my neck, the cold metal causes me to whimper at the feeling on my hot skin. His face watches mine while he adds pressure slowly, I nod my head when he's reached the perfect amount. Both of us cum together. His heated cum paints my walls, filling me up. His cybernetic arm releases around my neck, and I see stars, blacking out from the pleasure he created, and my eyes sting with tears. "Fucking hell, Charlie. You're perfect."
I barely register his words, just breathe on him. "Are you crying again?"
"No...shut up." I pout at him, just wanting to relish in my after orgasm feels.
He chuckles, never pulling out of me, because he knows how I like the way he feels inside of me, "Is that ever going to stop?"
"I have you to know I have never cried after sex. That was just...it was the best I've ever felt." His hands wipe away my tears, a joyful smile painted on his face.
"That good huh?" I can only nod at him. Our lips connect as we give sweet kisses to one another. And then I come to.
"Oh shit. Oh shit."
"What?" He continues laughing.
"B didn't want me to have an IUD due to the damage to my cervix after...yeah...he just thought it would be best, but we hadn't discussed another birth control. You just fucking came inside of me."
His eyes go a little wide, "Well, there's no reason to freak out now." I give him a little bite on his arm. "Ow, what was that for?"
"You don't care. We do not need to be getting pregnant now. Thankfully, it's harder while breastfeeding."
His smile fades, "See, we're good."
"Bucky! We do not need another baby anytime soon. Callan is still little. No more sex unless we have a form of contraception. Period." He tries to interrupt. "Nope, no discussion. That was your one get out of free card. And you're too fertile to pull out."
"I don't want to do that anyways, such a waste." His smile is just so devilish.
The talk of another baby is already making him hard again, while still inside of me, "James Buchanan Barnes!"
"You used my real name." That sinful tongue licks around his lips, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth only for him to catch it with his teeth. He knows what he's doing.
"You're already hard inside of me. Thinking of knocking me up again has turned you on that much?" My voice is still quiet, but I know I'm getting louder.
"No." His sly smug smirk shows me how much he's lying. "I just like fucking my wife. I can't help it the thought of you swollen with my child is also a turn on." Using his tongue to lick up the center of my face he smiles down, beginning to thrust into me, "Looks like round two."
"And pull out."
"I've already left my seed in you once tonight, what's a bit more." The way he angles himself, making his tip hit my sensitive spot over and over again only makes me moan up at him, "That's what I thought."