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“Target down,” a voice said through the comms.
“Roger that, proceeding to rendezvous point in five,” the figure, clad in black, responded.
“Soldier, status report.”
“The Soldier eliminated the target but was taking return fire. Status unknown.”
“Soldier, status, now.” There was only a buzzing drone on the line before a pained cry cut through the static. “Soldier!”
“The Soldier’s position is compromised, negative on exfil, fall back to evac location immediately.”
The figure in black did the exact opposite.
“Back to extraction point, Cap, he’ll catch up.”
“As if,” the one in black, Cap, muttered before taking out the earpiece just as he heard that dog, Rumlow, bark orders again. Didn’t he know already? He and the Soldier were a team; he wouldn’t leave until he saw the Soldier. He headed to where his superiors had stationed the Soldier only to find another black-clad team of agents with a different logo.
SHIELD
The Captain frowned. Usually SHIELD agents were only called in when they needed urgent back up and, while his Soldier had been incapacitated, the mission wasn’t compromised to the point that they would need backup. But they weren’t what the Captain was worried about.
There on the ground, amidst this secondary team, he saw the Winter Soldier, passed out.
“What are you idiots doing?” the Captain demanded, moving directly to the Soldier. The other team seemed twitchy, confused, kept pointing their guns at them. He knelt to check the Soldier’s vitals, then dragged him up until the Soldier’s head was in his lap when he saw the armed agents hesitate.
“Rookies, aren’t you? New team? They never train you people right, how did you suppose he was gonna get to the extraction point?”
“Change of plans,” one said, “the extraction point has been changed.”
The Captain sighed. He knew it was reckless to take out his earpiece, but honestly the work was done. Any minute now, the authorities would come in and they would have to have already disappeared.
“And, again, how do you supposed he’ll get there? Don’t answer that, no matter how strong you think you are, not only is he bigger, he also has a metal arm, you idiots.” The Captain easily picked up the Winter Soldier.
“Now, where is the new extraction point? We need to leave asap or they’ll find us.”
The team guided Cap to a waiting quinjet, ready to launch, and he did as usual and strapped himself in with the Soldier being secured across the seats of the jet. The Captain saw where they were going and it wasn’t base.
“Where are we headed?”
“Your unit is being reallocated to another team,” the pilot said.
“Oh, thank god. Rumlow was getting on my nerves. He keeps asking for a piece of the Soldier, but he’s off limits.”
A groan came from the body strapped to the bench seats and as the Soldier began to regain consciousness, he realized he was bound and began to struggle.
“Soldier!” the Captain barked and the Soldier went still. “Good boy, we’ll be there shortly,”
Once on land, they were escorted to their rooms. The facility was different than any he’d seen and it raised some suspicion in him, however it wasn’t unusual that Hydra simply dumped them anywhere they deemed without telling them anything. Beside him, the Soldier staggered a little.
“You alright?” the Captain asked and the Soldier nodded before shaking his head and moving forward. They were guided to a room with basic amenities, but the front wall where the door was located was floor to ceiling glass. Reinforced glass, the Captain could see. It felt more like a prison than a room, but then again, they'd had worse.
And they clearly didn’t brief them correctly, if they are putting us here, the Captain thought. They began to motion for the Soldier to move to the other room, but he resisted.
Clearly not trained, fuck Hydra, they just give them guns and orders but none of them ever thinks!
“Hey, hey! The Soldier remains with me at all times! I’m his handler, so fuck off! They really never train you right and are you sure you’re leaving us here? I don’t want any complaints later, so move us now or keep your mouth shut.”
“Get in,” was all he got from the goons.
“Kinky,” the Captain said with a smirk before he looked at the Soldier and motioned him inside. The door was closed and the Captain could hear it lock. Again, strange, while also not strange, or more like believable from Hydra. Each day they brought even more incompetent people.
“Come on, Soldier, get in the shower and clean up.”
“Clean all up?” the Soldier asked and the Captain smirked.
“You got knocked out and you still want it? You insatiable creature. And, as much as I want to, we’ll probably be debriefed soon, so better get that over with before anything fun.”
There was a sense of expectation from the Soldier.
“Yes, yes, clean all up, but nothing else until after debriefing, clear?”
The Soldier nodded and moved to the far corner, into a small cubicle of a shower with just a tiny curtain hanging from some tubes to pretend at privacy.
The Captain pressed his face to the glass and saw no one, so he opted to be quick and joined the Soldier in the shower. They had to be pressed against each other to fit in the tiny cubicle and multiple times the Soldier leaned his ass back to try to get some friction.
“I said, ‘no,’” the Captain said, his grip hard on the Soldier’s hip.
Once done and freshened up, they grabbed the clothes left out for them, however this room was clearly only for one person, so there was only one set of clothes.
“Only the shirt,” the Captain said to the Soldier as he grabbed the pants for himself. He once again went to the glass wall and saw no one in sight.
“Alright, you have a chance, go take a nap,”
The Soldier was already sitting on the bed and pouted at the Captain’s order.
“We need to recover our energy. I don’t want you sleeping on me like last time.” The Soldier gave one more pout before he laid on the bed. The Captain sat beside the Soldier and swept his hair out of his face as he closed his eyes obediently.
-
The Captain had already waited enough. He paced and peered through the glass, but there was no sign of anyone coming to debrief them. What’s worse, he could see the Soldier asleep on his side. When he said, ‘shirt only,’ he meant it and his shirt wasn’t long enough to protect his modesty. He could see the swell of his ass only half hidden from view and he wanted to bite that smooth flesh so badly, especially knowing the Soldier, of course, had already prepared himself. He was just ripe for the taking.
“Fuck this,” he growled, making his way back to the bed where the Soldier was sleeping, "this is taking way too long, so deal with it.” With that, he finally knelt beside the sleeping Soldier, unfastening his pants as he watched the steady rise and fall of the other man’s unconscious breaths. He spit in his hand before pulling out his cock from his pants, stroking himself as he let his eyes roam over the man laid out before him, just for him.
He’d never tire of this, of his Soldier, all his. He then pulled those firm cheeks apart and ran his hard cock along the crease, over his asshole, and back again. He felt the head of his cock catch against the muscle of the sleeping Soldier’s hole with every pass, but didn’t push in just yet. Cap smirked as he imagined the sounds his Soldier would make, the panting, high-pitched whines, the breathy moans he makes when he wants it.
Impatience caught up to him and he shifted his hips to push himself into that tight, delicious heat, a groan clawing its way from his lips. The Soldier only sighed, still not quite awake yet despite his Captain seating himself so deeply inside. Every time felt like coming home and the Captain relished his Soldier slowly waking, desperate and grateful for his Captain’s cock up his ass.
“So good for me,” the Captain rasped, running his hands up to grab the Soldier by the hips.
He started thrusting hard and fast until finally the Soldier regained consciousness, his breath punched out in sweet, little gasps and pants, never quite catching up from the pounding of his Captain’s cock deep in his guts.
When the Captain finally slowed, grinding roughly against the Soldier’s ass, he gave two taps to his hip before pulling free from him.
The Soldier understood, rising to his knees, but his body was still waking up, so he stretched languidly, pressing back against his Captain, and that was all the patience the Captain had. He quickly grabbed the Soldier’s hips and slammed back into him with bruising force, knocking the air out of him, and all he could do was gasp desperately as he gripped the sheets beneath him and let his body be used for the Captain’s pleasure.
“Shirt. Off. Now,” the Captain grunted with each thrust and the Soldier obeyed, turning his face to see the look of concentration as the Captain chased his bliss. Something warm and right bloomed in the Soldier’s chest as he watched pleasure soften his Captain’s features, elation that he was making his Captain feel good and, in return, his Captain gave him a euphoria that felt almost sinful to have. They were a perfect system, rapturous and deadly, and as he relaxed to let his Captain take control of his body, it was the most satisfying surrender.
-
His Soldier was perfect as always, pliant, obedient and so perfectly warm and tight around him, stretching below him and taking him so well, his face wrecked with pleasure as he pounded into him.
Then a voice cut them off.
“Captain.”
The Captain heard a gasp just as they cut off the audio. He turned to his side but there was no one by the glass wall.
Cameras, probably mics as well.
“Took you long enough,” he said without slowing his thrusts. He stood on his knees while his hips kept hammering into his Soldier.
“Target was Senator Williams…” he carried on flawlessly giving his report while not missing a single thrust. The Soldier had to bite his shirt to contain his moans, but he wouldn’t want to interrupt the Captain, right? The Captain grinned at his efforts, but it only made him grab one of the Soldier’s legs and lift it up to get a better angle and really make him work to hold back those sounds.
“…mission was successful with no incidents besides the Soldier being incapacitated, will reinforce with more training,” the Captain said.
“Understood,” was the clipped response. He thought it was odd but he couldn’t care less just now, not when his Soldier looked so close to coming. He paid no more attention to the debriefing and leaned over until he was right in the Soldier’s space, sneaking a hand below him and tipping his chin to expose his neck.
The Captain sank his teeth into the tender flesh with a moan, marking his Soldier.
“Are you close, baby?” he whispered into his ear. The Soldier could only give a strangled reply, too gone in pleasure for coherent thoughts. The Captain then relentlessly started moving faster, chasing a quick release for them both.
With one last, deep thrust, the Captain emptied himself inside his Soldier. Feeling his Captain come took the Soldier over the edge with a scream and he tainted the sheets below. The Captain rolled his hips lightly, riding out their orgasm.
The Captain let go of the Soldier who fell limbless below him. They both panted in satisfaction as the Captain straightened up, tucking himself back into his pants as he leaned back against the wall beside the bed.
“You still there? What was all that about changing teams?”
The voice came back.
“Your request for a team change was granted,” the female voice said.
“Granted? Not gonna complain, but it is rare they grant something to us.”
“I granted it. I saw your request and asked for a transfer.”
“Asked? How polite.”
She chuckled, “asked without waiting for an answer.”
“That’s why you took us right in the middle of a mission? Why?”
“We are a brand new team, want to become bigger than STRIKE and you both are the key.”
The Captain sighed. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. It actually had happened several times already.
Hydra had always been chaos and their handlers had been no different. Everyone knew they were the most powerful assets Hydra had and whoever had control over them had control over Hydra. So in-fighting, betrayal and forceful acquisition were some of the more common ways they changed handlers, but every so often a few incompetent ones tried it. Their times as handlers were always short and these seemed no different.
“You’re way over your head if that was your team. Idiots, all of them. Did you even read anything about us?”
“STRIKE likes to keep everything under wraps so I was hoping you could tell me more yourself. We need you and we’ll listen to your requests if you help us.”
The Captain sighed, “well, if you were any good, you’d have already found our files and read up on us, rather than interrupting our mission and expecting us to just give you all the answers. But I don’t want to go back to Rumlow and his idiots and if you grant us a few more things, I think I can live with that. Start with a better room and a bathtub. We loved it when a room had it when we were stationary.”
“Great, so I have a few files about previous missions; if you tell me about them, we can see how to better adapt to you. Here it says Operation Daybreak.”
“Oh, yeah, that one was tricky…” he began to tell her the details when a whine came from the other side of the bed. It was the Soldier and he was waking up, but the Captain paid no mind and continued his recounting. The Soldier simply scooted closer until he was beside the Captain, pouting.
“…so we surrounded the area--I have been spoiling you way too much, can’t you see I’m speaking?” he said with a little force that made the Soldier look down.
“Fine,” the Captain pulled himself out of his pants, “but do it yourself,” and otherwise ignored the Soldier as he carried on explaining what happened.
The Soldier looked happy enough and leaned down to take the Captain in his mouth. He began to suck earnestly and, once it was wet and hard enough, he climbed into the Captain’s lap, giving his back to him because he didn’t want to distract him from what he was doing. The Soldier sank down onto it, feeling every inch open him up again. He wanted to moan, but he knew that risked the Captain getting mad at him, so he bit his lip and began to move his hips up and down, chasing his pleasure in silence.
-
“Yeah, we were issued SHIELD clearance passes to move around the precinct and secure the package,” the Captain said and had to groan, his Soldier was doing exceptionally well working his cock. He let a finger trail over the Soldier’s spine and he arched his back beautifully before turning his lustful eyes back at the Captain who gave him a warning look and slapped his ass cheek. The Soldier shivered in pleasure but obediently looked away.
“Anything else you need to know?” he asked whoever it was he was addressing.
“Not for the moment, this is great to begin working.”
“Great, as for my demands,” he hooked an arm around the Soldier, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him back towards his chest in one motion. The sudden change made the Soldier moan out loud.
“You just give me enough time to fuck my cockslut and I’ll be fine, along with some upgrades in the room and food, of course.”
“I-I am the Captain’s cockslut,” the Soldier said mindlessly.
“That’s right, you are,” the Captain murmured in the Soldier’s ear.
“Understood,” was all the voice said and the Captain knew there was no need for more words and, besides, he was quite busy now.
He grabbed the Soldier’s knees and forced his legs apart before thrusting wildly into the Soldier who no longer bothered to contain his wanton groans.
“You are so perfect, moaning like the cheap slut you are for me. Only mine to fuck.”
“Only the Captain’s.”
“That’s right, now let me hear you scream.”
-
The sound of moaning was muted with a click. Natasha Romanoff’s day had been quite…surprising.
Beginning with the mission where they were tracking a ghost story. Those that knew called them Captain Hydra and the Winter Soldier, sometimes just the Captain and the Soldier.
She had only seen them once and their coordination as well as efficiency was frightening, only the fact that she wasn’t their target allowed her to survive.
Fast, strong, menacing, and with a chilling look in their eyes, that’s how she remembers them.
They seemed inhuman, unfeeling, without a shred of empathy, so it came much to her surprise when they finally incapacitated the Winter Soldier, and the Captain showed up a few minutes later.
Everyone thought hell would break loose, but he merely walked to the Soldier as if the SHIELD agents weren’t there, talked to them as if they were part of the same team.
The Black Widow knew an opportunity when she saw one and instructed her team to carry on the pretense, taking cues from the Captain who was all too happy to comply, and even to give intel, something she truly appreciated.
The last thing she could’ve imagined, however, was coming to the control panel and seeing they were partners in more ways than one.
She worried for a moment they might need to remove the Winter Soldier from the Captain’s control until she saw later how it was the Soldier who initiated contact.
In exchange, she got information that right now was truly vital. It seemed Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD and she needed to get that information to Fury asap.