A/N: I haven't written anything in a good long while, but for now, I'm tinkering away on 2 ideas, and trying to reconfigure outlines for my previous WIPs that have kind of been left forgotten for some time, because honestly, I got burned out on writing altogether, plus my line of work took a lot out me, very stressful.

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SUMMARY:

Bucky/Winter Soldier POV. Siberia. 1991.

He is out of cryo for a time, being used to condition the new experiment team before they can undergo anything. She is an ethereal being in the cell next to him, another victim of reprogramming that isn't quite mentally stable. She sings the soldiers in the containment block to sleep, but Winter Soldier is never affected by it. She shifts through the vibranium walls and they have very violent, angry sex. Then they smoke cigarettes and he admits that he is being reprogrammed again in the morning, alluding to he will not remember her for a while. Then they have sex again, several more times before she returns to her cell, saying their farewells.

Prologue

Siberia. 1991.

Every night outside of cryo was the same. Cold and damp in their individual prisons, watching her - this pale, ethereal being in a ripped and tattered white dress - through the window of his cell. Dirty, ragged sheets had been rigged from the bars lining the inside of her containment room, in random angles that allowed her to lounge near the ceiling, drape backwards and forwards and upside down like an acrobat, as she played with her hair and sang in a strange language until the entire hallway of experiments were trapped in a deep sleep.

Everyone, but him.

As the full moon reached its high peak in the night sky, she shifted through the walls and stood naked before him, inviting and shining like a newborn star. Chest heaving, skin flushed a natural peach hue, she would watch him like predator hunting prey, and their dance would begin. Stripped down to base instincts, they circled each other, both desperate to assert some form of control over their lives, over themselves. Imprisoned in an endless cycle of torture and commands, they both craved this animalistic, violent fight for domination. They needed it.

Slamming each other into the walls, hands roamed and the soldier's clothes were thrown to the side, piece by piece. They were both nude and equally matched, lips locked in a raging battle of feral desire, bodies sweating and desperate for hard earned release. Neither willing to surrender control, they crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, until one came out triumphant.

He always won...eventually.

"Come, soldier," she taunted, her accent alluring to Celtic and Nordic roots, but her rasp too thick to be certain. She flipped him over onto his back, his head between her firm thighs. "You can do better than this."

Tongue massaging her folds, and teeth nipping at her clit, he gripped her waist and reversed their positions with force. Her back connected with the floor with such impact all the air in her lungs rushed out, and he grinned into her cunt, listening to her struggled for a breath, as she writhed against his mouth. Even as her nails dug into his scalp, as she arched up to throw him off, she was at his mercy now.

Twisting her around, he grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her to her knees, shoving her forward into the wall, denting the vibranium in the process. His front covered her back, one hand still wrapped around her throat, the other pinning her wrists together above her head. His cock slid against her slick cunt time and again, until she was trembling against him, choking out growls, ready for him to finally fuck her.

And he did.

Without guidance, he found her entrance and thrust, the sound of the impact between his pelvis and her ass reverberating through the room. He groaned, buried to the hilt inside her, a low, rumbling snarl escaping through his teeth. He pulled back and thrust again, her walls gripping him tightly as he started a harsh rhythm, hard, sharp, and steadily increasing. Her nails dug into the back of his hand, and she struggled to breathe still, but she encouraged him further. She bucked violently back as he thrust forward, and writhed against him, deprived of his touch for far too long this time.

She choked and gasped, her body tensing in convulsions as she reached her orgasm. And he followed quickly, slamming into her as hard and quick as he could, biting down on her shoulder with a ferocious, wild sound that no man should make. They crumpled to the floor, sprawling out on the cold floor, neither out of breath yet, but mutually spent.

"You're too quiet," she commented, lighting a cigarette from a pack of smokes she conjured from thin air. She took a long drag and exhaled, passing it to him. "And you're pulling your punches with the children. Your handlers noticed."

"Fuck 'em," was his reply, blowing out a huge cloud of smoke and rolling the cigarette between his fingers, while she lit another one for herself with a snap of her fingers. "They're reprogramming me in the morning."

She laughed, her foot massage the inside of his thigh and mimicking the stern tone of his handler in her raspy voice, "Mission report."

"Yeah, just like that," he replied, snuffing out the cigarette on the concrete floor, still staring up at the ceiling. He didn't even blink when she straddled his hips, because he grew hard at the sight of her looming over him, and the feel of her nails scraping down his chest, viciously enough to draw blood. He closed his eyes and let her ride him as fast and as rough as she pleased, his fingers bruising her hips. "Shit… Never stop."

They remembered enough after waking from cryo, but never much after hours spent in the machine. Past their shared sadistic needs to unleash their rage and repressed sexual tension on each other, neither of them ever had a long-term understanding of who they were to each other, or to HYDRA. They recognized each other enough to continue coming together, and craved each other through each reprogramming, each training session, each individual mission. They had never worked together, but they had lived next to each other when awake, and slept next to each other in their individual cryo-tanks. When he was thawed, she was thawed. When he was convulsing and sick from conditioning, she was there to lull him to sleep. When she came back from the machine, he watched through the window between their cells, as she laughed maniacally, laying on the floor. It had always been this way, for years now, yet neither of them could remember why, and they probably never would.

After several more rounds, and enough bruises and blood to concern a normal human being, she stumbled and shifted through the wall, back into her own containment cell, giggling drunkenly as she tripped into the mountainous piles of pillows littering the floor of her personal prison.

"Until we meet again, Winter."

He smirked, propping himself up on his cot, murmuring his reply, "Until then…"

SUMMARY:

Bucky/Winter Soldier POV. Siberia. 1991.

He is out of cryo for a time, being used to condition the new experiment team before they can undergo anything. She is an ethereal being in the cell next to him, another victim of reprogramming that isn't quite mentally stable. She sings the soldiers in the containment block to sleep, but Winter Soldier is never affected by it. She shifts through the vibranium walls and they have very violent, angry sex. Then they smoke cigarettes and he admits that he is being reprogrammed again in the morning, alluding to he will not remember her for a while. Then they have sex again, several more times before she returns to her cell, saying their farewells.