Steve's P.O.V:
"Forgive me, Steve. But, there is something I must do."
"Haa…. Bucky?!"
I gasp his name, sitting up with my hand out in front of me and lower it back down, again to see that his side of the bed is empty with no note on the bedside table to tell me what he was going to do, where he was going and why.
Only those words, that were repeating in my head and lower my head to stare at the duvet cover, feeling tears that had started to form, run down my cheeks then shoulders trembling, begin to cry with hitched gasps. I bring a hand up, covering my eyes with it at the fact that maybe Bucky, had been afraid of something that he wasn't telling me and that he left, because he didn't want to lose me.
Bucky, where are you?
Where are you?
Winter Soldier's P.O.V:
What…have…I done?!
Why…. I'm still here in Stark's bedroom?!
Why…...did this happen to me?!
I'm lying under the silk covers of Stark's large king-size bed on my front with my head laid to one side on the light blue pillow as he strokes a hand up and down my back, caressing it softly then kisses it lightly with his lips. It makes me tense slightly at his warm, moist lips on my skin and grip the pillow slightly with my metal hand as he does it then kisses my shoulder, lightly with his lips.
He pulls back, bringing a hand up to my hair and sifting his fingers through it that I shift away from him, only to be suddenly pulled back by him as he turns my face by my chin.
His hazel eyes – like his Father's – consider mine and soon he covers my lips, muffling any protest that I'm about to make at him as it feels like he is forcibly starving me of oxygen.
Letting go of the pillow, I place it on his shoulder and manage to push him away from me.
Holding him away from my lips, seeing that he is looking down at me and flicks his eyes to his shoulder then takes hold of it.
He pries it off, bringing my metal hand to his lips and starts to trail his lips over the fingertips, making me start to tremble at the feel of it – because the metal arm was connected to the nerves in my severed shoulder, so I could feel pain or anything else that happened to it – then he fully takes two fingers into his warm, moist mouth that I try to pull my hand away.
He doesn't allow me, just swirls his tongue around them and coating the metal with saliva as I tremble under him then he stops, doing it to me. He pulls me up, flush against his chest and bends down to my neck, soon trailing his lips up and down that I take hold of his arm – gently - feeling my eyes flutter close as he moves in certain way with his lips that even though my face was turned away, I can't stop myself from gasping breathlessly in the silence of the bedroom.
"Stop…. Stark…. Stop, right now." I gasp out, making him pull back from me and look at me, seeing how my chest is rising and falling heavily then managing to pull away from him, slide off the bed to stand near the window that has the blinds on it, slanted slightly as sunlight streams through the gap of them.
I needed to get out of here.
I needed to get back to Steve.
"Do you love him?" Stark suddenly asks me, which makes me turn around to face him and wonder did I just hear right then he repeats it again to me. "Do you love, Steve?"
He comes up to me, looking at me in way that is makes me not want to answer him at all and turn my face away to one side so that I don't have to look at him. His hand takes hold of my metal arm and he steps closer to me, pressing his naked body up against mine as he forces me to walk backwards. The blinds make slight metallic noise, when my back meets them and feel him bury his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as he moves his hand up to hold my shoulder.
I stay still, heart thudding against my ribcage and try to make sense of all of what he is doing then he places his lips on my neck. I go to move, when suddenly slight pain goes through my neck and making me gasp in shock at the fact that he was forming a Love-bite on a place that Steve, would know doubt see then pulls away from me. I bring a shaky hand up to my neck, touching where he had given me it and turn my face to glare at him as he just quietly watches me.
"I'm leaving." Is all I say to him, while picking up my clothes and shrugging them on as he watches from the bed that the both of us had sex in with evidence of the ruffled covers and the headboard crack slightly due to me gripping for support.
What have I done?
What have I done to myself to lay with this man?
A man, who's intentions are slowly being revealed one by one.
What would Steve think of me, now if he found out what had transpired between me and Stark?
Steve's P.O.V:
How long I have been sitting on the bed, staring at the picture of me and Bucky, I couldn't tell. I was feeling slightly numb inside, that the fact that he just left in the night and whisper those words to me, while I had pretended to be asleep. I should have gone after him, before he reached the front door and held him back to tell him to stay here with me.
With the person, who loved him and getting up off the bed, I head to the bedroom door then opening it, go to head to the kitchen then see that someone is standing in the shadows of the sitting room.
Their face is in shadow and so, I can't tell who it is at all then they step into the light to reveal a face that makes my heart skip a beat. It just wasn't possible that in front of me, was a man who had last seen was being absorbed by the Tesseract and he comes right up to me, looking straight into my eyes with one good eye as the other one had long scar running down it – so that he was permanently blinded in his left eye – then before, I can do anything punches me hard in the gut with clenched fist that give a choked gasp as I hunch over it.
I can't breathe, properly and suddenly feel him wrench my head back by my hair, so I'm looking at him as he smirks at me then pulls his fist away, to grip my chin with his gloved hand. He turns my face, side to side to look at both angles then let's go of my chin, holding it with his gloved hand.
"I see. So, you're not fighting because you know I got the upper hand. It's been while, since I last saw you and already a lot of has happened that you don't know about." He says, noticing that I'm frowning at him as I try to figure out what he means by that and he leans down to my ear to then whisper in it. "Your lover, James Buchanan Barnes had sex with Anthony Stark last night and if you don't believe me, ask him yourself, Steven."
His eyes, stare into mine and he steps forward into me that suddenly he dissipates into a fine mist like he never been standing in front of me in the first place.
Bringing my hand up, I see that it is trembling and begin to wonder what had just transpired.
What had just happened to me?
How was it possible that he had been here?