…The Disillusioned Of Winter…

Author's note/Warning: This is a Yaoi story as in male x male. The pairing is Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes. If it offends you, you might want to turn back now. For those that don't mind that, I hope you enjoy the story. All reviews are appreciated.

P.S: This is an Omegaverse story as in Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; it's also deal with the standard Winter Soldier's warnings, also Bucky refers to himself as the asset or 'It' he has no concept of gender and even if he did he doesn't know what his gender is other than being an Omega or an asset, Hydra never seemed interested in telling him otherwise! Also, it's my first Stucky fic so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I will only say this once. I don't own anything and make no profit off this story.

Chapter 1

He knew him… he… he knew him…

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"I… I'm so s-sorry B-… he… S-… is d-dead…"

"Sargent Barnes, what a pleasure!"

"…Omega… Useless!"

"…The… Winter Soldier…"

"Wipe him."

NO!

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The asset hissed as it pressed his flesh hand to the wound on his left side, trying to breathe through its nose as calmly as he can. Status: Functional. It had been a week since the fall of Project Insight; six days since the asset managed to escape the Avengers and what's left of S.H.I.E.L.D., 72 hours since he was on the run after The Avengers ambush it. After managing to run away from Peggy Carter 'alias Captain America, threat level 8'; the asset managed to reach the extracting point that its handlers agreed upon. The asset managed to treat its wounds from the fight, trying to ignore the ringing in its head as it waited for its handlers to show up; three days passed and no handler was in sight, the asset was about to go to the next extracting point. Unfortunately, the asset has been tracked down by Natalia Romanov 'alias Black Widow, threat level 6'.

The asset barely escaped before the Avengers arrived, but not before breaking both the Widow's legs, hoping that she won't follow it. The asset had been too careless, has started to get clumsy after a week with no wiping and cryogenics sleep. The asset carelessness almost caused it to get capture by the enemy, and now the asset was tiring itself out to put as much distance as possible from its last location. The asset does not know where it was going, it does not know its destination; the asset only knows that it needs to find a handler and that it (She? He?) Was heading north and should be crossing Canada's borders by the next morning. Green has long given place to white a while back, the snow falling steadily.

The asset would then hijack a new car every few hours and keep a low profile, keeping his metal arm hidden at all time, just in case a street camera caught it, alerting the Avengers and what's left of S.H.I.E.L.D. the asset hasn't slept in days it felt too nervous to stop, always looking behind to make sure it wasn't being followed, and the one time the asset forced itself to take a power nap it was sure gunshots were heard not a few minutes later just as it was about to fall asleep. Status: Functional.

The last car the asset stole kept making these odd noises every now and then and started vibrating a lot for no reason; the asset also found it hard to keep the car straight when the weather turned into a snowstorm 45 minutes ago. The asset planned to hijack a new car at the nearest gas station or any other relatively public location he could act without being noticed, but it was currently on an old beaten road leading up a cliff in the middle of nowhere and the blizzard was getting worst by the minute, bursts of strong wind kept steering the wheel on the left.

The phone the asset stole was not that much help either. The GPS has stopped working about 300 kilometers ago, so the asset missed the last exit; the asset couldn't see ahead enough to see the signs for the next exit, and it doubted there'll be another one for a while. It was so cold, and even though the asset should be used to it by now, it (he?) hates it. The asset's teeth kept chatter, its (his?) flesh hand has gone stiff, its metal one has started acting up and it can't feel its nose anymore. Status: Functional…

The asset does not know where it was, but it kept a hand on the steering wheel, as it tried to brave the storm, hoping that it will soon find a shelter or in the least find the next extraction point. Later the asset would wonder why it was so focused on escaping The Avengers when the danger is immediate. Has the asset been blindsided by the fear of his enemies? Maybe the fear or the hunger or the exhaustion (Statues:…Functional…), or a mix of everything rendered the asset numb enough to not realize it was too close to the edge of the cliff until it's too late.

It happened so fast. Another rush of snow made the asset look up and it tried to correct its path, but it was too rough and abrupt. One of the car's wheels slipped off the road and brought the whole car down the cliff. The asset remembered that its seat belt wasn't on right before the first somersault, but before it can even think of buckling it on, the asset was lifted off its seat as the car rolled downhill. The airbag spurted in the asset's face at the first impact but it was not enough to keep the asset in place, even when it tried to hold itself to a seat with its metal hand, only to rip the seat in the process. The asset was thrown around until a roll sent it headfirst through the windshield and the asset flow.

The asset choked a whine that nearly left its throat when it was thrown out of the car, its body slammed into a tree in its path, stopping the asset from being thrown farther away than it already was. A pained gasp let the asset mouth, followed by another, and another, until the asset could do nothing but choke on blood and saliva. The asset's body took damage everywhere; the asset could not scan its body to know how severe the damage was… Error, error, error! Status:…Not Functional…

A howl not far away caused the asset to choke on its blood, fear (Such a familiar emotion) taking over its body as it tried to turn on its stomach. A howl closer this time, made the asset choke a whine, as it finally manages to land on its stomach and tried to crawl desperately away. Black spots danced behind the asset's eyes, causing nausea to increase as well as the pain that wrecked the asset's body… The crunch of snow behind the asset caused it to freeze; an unwilling sob left its mouth when the asset heard the panting behind it; the asset stopped crawling (Not that it was moving anyways) and dropped its head on the cold snow. The asset closes its eyes when it heard the panting getting closer to its whereabouts; deep down the asset begged its body to lose consciousness, and its body seemed to hear its plea, because when the asset heard a deep growl behind it…

Consciousness had already claimed it…

The asset purred gently as he (It?) stretched his (its?) body, the purring increased as the hand running through his hair started scratching his scalp gently (What was happening?); the scent of Calm/Happy/Home/Safe, made the asset let out a happy sigh, opening his (its? Since when did the asset felt safe or calm or called itself he?) Eyes and gaze up, trying to find the person who kept patting him gently (the asset need to survey its surrounding) "Good mawhnin',…" The asset yawn (?) rubbing his face into the bony chest he was laying on, his purrs increasing when he heard the happy rumble vibrating in his ears.

"Good mawhnin', beloved; it's time tuh wake up …" The gentle voice that whispered above the asset, calling it 'Beloved' making the asset's breath hitched in his chest and the asset tried to turn around, to see who was the person who spoke to him so… so…

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The asset woke up with a startled gasp and groans as pain erupts all over its body. Status: Not Functional. The asset took deep breaths through its nose, trying not to let a whine when its chest hurt every time it breathe, informing the asset that it has at least three broken ribs. Calming itself, the asset noticed that it was not lying in the snow on the verge of hypothermia, but the asset was immersed under layers of warm covers… Warm... the asset's mind supplied before the asset realized something. Someone rescued him… someone either rescued the asset or captured him; that was the only way the asset could have survived the car crash and the wolf that came after.

Opening its eyes was so difficult and the asset's head was fuzzy; the asset's legs hurt, and when it checked, the asset discovered that its right leg was fractured. Status: Not Functional; Mobility Compromised. The asset could only take deep breathes, it knows that the serum would quickly heal it; the pain wasn't important and will only make the asset weaker if the asset focuses on it, or on the panic that grips it at its own helplessness. The asset needs to find out where it was, the asset needs to check its surroundings, and discover who the person who rescued him was.

With that, the asset fumbled with sloppy fingers to remove whatever's been sitting on his swollen eyes and throws the wet cloth away to look around with a blurry vision. The asset probably has a concussion, but that did not matter at the moment, the asset could feel the serum start working to heal him. The first thing the asset noticed that it was in a bedroom. A small one, with barely any furniture, but the walls decorated with vibrant paintings and sketches of people and sceneries. There was a window on the side showing the still ongoing snowstorm, which meant the asset hasn't been asleep for long and that it was still in the same area. The howl of the wind was almost comforting, now that the asset was not in the middle of the storm; it nearly lulled the asset back to sleep.

Looking around the room the asset noticed that there was a desk but the asset cannot see what's on it from laying down, so it pushed itself up the mountain of pillows and blankets. Nest… its tired mind offered… the asset gritted its teeth as more pain threatened to make it throw up. Status: Not Functional; Motion Sickness. The asset could not help but felt like it was being stuffed and trapped and it was too much that the asset pushed the covers away, only to stop at the sight of its body.

The cuts the asset has, have been carefully treated, its ribs taped, and when it checks its legs, a splint has been installed on its right leg. The asset knew for sure that no enemy would have taken the time of their day to make sure that the asset was functional, and Hydra has never cared enough to let the asset body heal before putting it back in Cryo; that made the asset unsettled, someone had touched the asset body when it was in a vulnerable state. The asset tried to remember what happened between the car crash and it waking up.

Concentrating, the asset can make out a few images; the little information the asset gathered gave him the biggest picture. A man had saved it; the asset can still hear the man's comforting voice close to its ear, the man's strong arms carrying the asset. The asset also remembered begging the man not to take him back (Back where?), and the man reassuring him that the asset was safe now.

As if on cue, the door of the bedroom opened, and in walked the man who rescued the asset. Alpha, blond hair, blue eyes, tall about 6'5 feet, with thickly muscled chest and arms; the Alpha had a beard a shade darker than his hair that was slicked back. "Oh, you are finally awake." The Alpha stated as he gave a tired smile, walking toward the asset (The asset watched the man for any sudden move), the asset finally noticed that the Alpha had a bowl as he approached the asset, putting the bowl filled with what looked like water and a rag on the nightstand before the Alpha perched on the chair beside the bed, close but not hovering.

The asset was about to interrogate the Alpha in front of it, but as soon as it tried to make a sound, the asset started coughing harshly, its mouth was dry, parched even. Status: Not Functional; Dehydration. The Alpha sitting in front of the asset jumped at the sound and took the glass of water on the nightstand near the asset; it was a few seconds later before the asset found itself with a glass of water near its lips as the man helped the asset to drink the cool soothing water, with a patient and calm expression.

"Are you my Handler?" The asset dared to ask after the Alpha put the empty glass of water on the nightstand, the question made the Alpha pause for a second before turning to retrieve the cloth that the asset had discarded upon waking up, the cloth left a damp spot on the covers that caused the asset to shift.

"I don't know what you mean by Handler; if by handler you meant me taking care of you for the past week, then yes, I am. It was a miracle finding you in this storm; you were nearly eaten by the wolves." The Alpha stated, his answer causing the asset to blink its eyes. 'If by handler you meant me taking care of you for the past week, then yes, I am.' Hearing these words caused the asset to relax its tense muscles; the asset made it! The asset finally found a handler who was not taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D., or went into hidden the asset success in its mission; it meant that the asset handler will not punish it harshly now the asset found him.

"Ready to comply." The asset stated as it tried to stand up from the bed it was sleeping on, not wanting its new handler to think that the asset was useless. "Ready to comply." The asset gritted its teeth, the metal arm miraculously whole (His handler most have replaced it) but the asset's shoulder is aching much more than usual from when it tried to raise itself from the bed; the asset never felt this helpless before, and part of the asset was terrified.

"Ready to what?" The handler asked in a confused tone, his brows furrowed showing his confusion. "Hey! Don't move, you will open your stitches." the handler stood up; pushing the asset down until it was laying on the bed once more, the action was more confusing than its handler's words, for no handler had ever cared for the asset comfort and wellbeing before. The handler muttered something to himself before pressing his lips into a tight line, causing the asset to freeze, thinking that it already messed up. "What's your name? My name is Steve Rogers." Handler Rogers spoke in a soft voice causing the asset to still… what was going on? Was his handler testing him?

"The asset does not have a name other than Bitch." The asset replied, repeating the words that had been engraved in its mind every time the asset woke up, the asset's old handlers always stressed that the asset's names, were bitch, whore, slut, Omega, soldier, asset; that's what the asset was and would always be. The asset's heart pounded in its chest as it repeated the mantra once more loudly hoping that its handler was satisfied with its knowledge. The asset though does not know why its handler face became ashen, his handler's eyes widen and horror was written all across handler Rogers's face.

"Jesus Christ!" His handler swore and gazed at the asset like someone had shot him… no like the asset had shot him. The asset shifted at that look, wondering if it had made a big mistake and that it would be punished. "Good Lord, OK, OK, what are you then?" Handler Rogers asked and the asset couldn't help but relax, finally a question the asset could answer.

"The Winter Soldier; Experiment No. MO-0-1919-45." The asset answered proudly hoping that its handler would be proud after the asset managed to answer the handler question correctly. The handler on the other hand seemed to bite the inside of his cheek and lean on the chair behind him while crossing his arms over his chest. The asset wanted… the asset does not know what it wanted, it only knows that its handler was in deep thoughts and was displeased with the asset.

"God, this is a nightmare…" Handler Rogers muttered to himself, running his hand through his hair before turning his gaze to the asset who was still frozen in bed. Once again Handler Rogers muttered to himself his hands clutched in tight fists before he relaxed them and turned to the soldier. "Well, that's about to change. I can't keep calling you the asset or soldier in my head, so Winter would do." Handler Rogers became quiet before letting out a tired sigh as he stood up. "Would you like some soup? You've been out for a week, you must be hungry." Handler Rogers turned around heading outside the room without waiting for the asset's answer.

At the mention of food, the asset's stomach grumbles loudly and the asset flinched, being thankful that its handler went out before hearing the asset. The asset gazed around the place with wondering eyes, its mind going over the handler's answers, not liking the answers it got at all. Now that the asset thought back on their interaction, the asset realized that it missed a few crucial points in edifying a handler, tiredness, and injuries causing the asset to be sloppy.

Gritting its teeth, the asset realized that the person outside of its room may not be a handler, may not even be a Hydra agent; the Alpha outside could be calling the police or the Avengers right now, which meant that the asset needs to dispose of the Alpha before he did something. Cursing itself, the asset He forced its legs out of the bed, involuntary letting out a groan when it sets them down. Taking a deep breath the asset got up with the help of the wall planning on finding the Alpha and killing him. The asset was only able to take one step forward before collapsing to the floor with a thud, letting out a whimper as its ribs erupt with pain. Status: Not Functional; Made Worse By a Hasty Move. The asset lay there for a moment; its breath was short gasps as it was unable to move from the harsh ground.

Handler Rogers was suddenly above him, causing the asset to tense in fear, but Handler Rogers did nothing but carefully helping him up. "How did you end up here?" Handler Rogers asked, looking around the place with a frown, causing the asset to tense, handler (?) Rogers helped the asset lean in his warm side for support; the asset took shallow breaths in and out not to further disrupt his ribs.

"I wanted to go to the bathroom." The asset said in a small voice, trying to play the demur Omega, hoping that the Alpha will fall for it like many people before him did. So far the strange Alpha before the asset, made its suspicious confirmed, the Alpha was not a Hydra nor was he a handler, so that meant he was an enemy, even if said-stranger Alpha rescued the asset and is now taking care of it.

"You should have called me then." The Alpha sighed before he started walking out of the room toward the bathroom; good, the Alpha seemed to fall for the asset's lie, it meant that the asset had the chance to correct its mistake. The next ten minutes were bad, not only because it turned out that the asset really needed the bathroom, but also because of the specks of blood in its urine, which informed the asset that it had injured its kidneys, but it doesn't hurt, so it meant the asset's kidneys must be healed by now.

To the asset's shame, it was only a few seconds after the asset was done that its legs gave up, and the asset found itself on the floor. The bathroom door opened causing the asset to turn its face to see the Alpha gazing at it with an unknown look in his eyes, causing the asset to shift and try to stand, only to find itself unable to. "Are you OK?" The Alpha asked as he helped the asset keep upright with an arm around its waist. The asset took a deep breath and shrugged, the asset was not functional; it was a liability ever since the asset was stupid enough to injure itself.

When the Alpha didn't get an answer from the asset, the man sighed and with one swift move, the Alpha held the asset in his arms carrying the asset back to the bedroom. It was a surprise, the asset was really surprised that someone managed to carry it bridal style, not when the asset was heavy, if not for its muscle than the metal arms that weighed even the asset down. But the asset took this as its chance and start looking around the place it was in; the place they were in was a cabin, the walls made of sturdy wood, the furniture was old but well cared for, there was the same kind of sketches and paintings the bedroom has on the walls.

The asset managed only a sneaking glance before they reached the room it was staying in, which meant that the asset will need to check the surrounding after disposing of the Alpha, maybe this place would be a good base until the asset managed to connect its handlers. "You live alone in the middle of the woods?" The asset asked once he was settled under the covers, the asset's next action depended on the Alpha's answer.

The man paused for a second, before he brought the asset another glass of water, the asset frown as it did not get the answer it wanted, but had to wait until the Alpha returned with a tray that had a bowl of steaming soup and still-warm bread. "There's a town about ten kilometers away." The Alpha answered vaguely causing the asset to bite its tongue to stop itself from growling as the asset saw the Alpha put the tray in its lap. Ten minutes passed with the asset not moving, not knowing if it was really allowed to eat or this was a test to see if the asset was going to receive beating after this was over. "Eat." The Alpha ordered, his frown soften when he saw the asset take the spoon beside the bowl, which the Alpha nodded his approval before leaving the asset alone.

The asset could only gaze at the door the Alpha went through, frowning at the Alpha's action and wondering if the man knew what the asset was planning. In the end, the asset couldn't help but start eating, hunger hitting it fully when the smell of the delicious soup reached its nose. The asset ended up taking the Alpha's orders and started eating slowly, careful with his flesh index and middle fingers taped together. Surprisingly the asset felt better once it finished, usually, the asset couldn't help but feel nausea every time when his handlers forced it to absorb nutrients (probably the feeding tube that was forced in it) but now, the asset couldn't help but feel full and warm, sleepy even.

The asset settled back into the fluffy pillows, studying the Alpha who came a few minutes later to take the tray away. The asset ran its tongue on the back of its teeth, wondering if it should make its move tonight or when it was healed. There was still the chance of the Alpha calling the Avengers, so the faster the asset dispose of him, the faster the asset secure its freedom.

Tonight it is…

The asset slithered through the cabin, making sure to keep quiet as it moved to the master bedroom where the Alpha was no doubt sleeping. The asset made sure to keep as quiet as a mouse not wanting the Alpha to wake up and realize what happened; the asset was stupid, it was clumsy, it exposed itself to an outside source without counting the consequences, getting fooled by the stupid words and the hope of him finding a handler.

It was dark outside a little bit past midnight, an ideal time to strike the unsuspecting Alpha. No Alpha would believe that an Omega was capable of striking back; no man would believe an injured Omega on a death bed would be able to do much of anything, especially when that Omega can't even walk straight before fallen on their knees.

The food the Alpha feed the asset combined with the fluffy and soft bed the asset slept on, did the asset many wonders, giving the asset enough strength to do what it planned on doing. As soon as the asset would kill the Alpha in the room it would run away to the woods, trying to find a shelter for a few days while surveying the cabin and the people who would come and go. If the asset saw that no one was using this place then it would make a great place as a home base for the asset until it would find another alternative.

The knife in the asset's hand was the sharpest that the asset could find in the kitchen. Status: Not Optimal But Functional. The asset promised itself that it would make the Alpha's death fast and painless, after all, that was the only way the asset could express gratitude for the Alpha that saved it from death and took care of it.

Reaching the master bedroom, the asset sneakily got inside its eyes never straying from the sleeping lump on the bed. This was the asset's chance; the mission was asleep, meaning that the Alpha won't put that much fight. Moving silently until it was standing near the bed, the asset raised the knife planning to strike the sleeping Alpha. "You should put that knife down before you hurt yourself." A voice stated behind the asset causing the blood in its veins to turn to ice… the asset did not hear anyone move behind it.

Turning around the asset saw the Alpha leaning on the wall behind it with a bored look on his face, a look that made rage consume the asset, because how? The lump in the bed stinks of the Alpha's earthy scent and musk, it was so strong that it could only mean the man was in bed. The Alpha though was standing in front of the asset; he was standing in front of the asset with no scent on his person at all. "How?" The asset hissed, turning the knife in the Alpha's direction bristling when the man didn't even flinch at the asset's sudden movement.

"Dat doesn't mattuh, sweetheart, as I said, drop de knife or yuh will get hurt." The Alpha drawl, a thick accent taking over the Alpha's speech, causing the asset's breath to hitch… it knew that accent… the asset bite its lower lip before letting out a growl, moving fast and throwing itself at the Alpha in front of it, slashing with the knife hoping to surprise the Alpha and get one hit in. The asset would run away, its position had been compromised, and no doubt the Avengers are on their way to collect it.

Steven Grant Rogers, threat level 0, dodge the knife easily and dropped down to kick the asset's injured leg, causing the asset to choke a pained cry and maneuver his body away from the Alpha. It seemed that the asset underestimated the threat level, with how easy and calm the man was; the Alpha could be threat level 3 or 4. It was probably the asset being injured increasing the threat level.

"What did I just say, sweetheart? Stay down; dis is your final warning." The Alpha narrowed his eyes when the asset growled and launched itself once more planning on attacking the Alpha heads on, not caring about its injuries. Compromised, the asset was compromised, the asset was going to be taken by the Avengers; the Avengers are going to hurt and torture the asset worse than Hydra when they realize that the asset failed its mission 'Eliminate Peggy Carter alias Captain America, Threat Level 8.' The asset needed to correct this, the asset needed to kill this Alpha to correct its mistake.

"No!" The asset screamed when the Alpha managed to disarm it from the knife. "No, no, no, no!" The asset shrieked, terror finally taking hold of it when the asset realized the position it was in now, there was no way to break the Alpha's hold. "No, no, no, no, no, no! I won't go back, I won't go back there, I won't; I won't!" The asset shrieked, screaming as it hit whatever body part from the Alpha, letting out bloody screams when the Alpha held it down as to not hurt the asset.

It was strange, shrieking and screaming and cursing; the asset was never unbalanced or emotional not a day since he served Hydra. The asset managed to stay still in the face of torture and the brutal beating and punishment it always received from its handlers, but the thought of them (Who are the 'Them' the asset fear?) finally catching up to it making the coolness the soldier always had evaporate

"Calm down!" The Alpha spoke in a growly voice, the strength of it causing the asset to still, even the asset's voice vanishing from how terrifying that order was; looking up, the asset expected a gun to be pointed at its head, it expected a swift death and cruel eyes, what the asset did not expect was a sad face and anguish eyes. "No one is gonna find yuh here; yuh are safe, doll, I won't let anyone find yuh, so stop scarin' me like dat." The Alpha crooned above the asset, his words causing the asset to choke.

The eyes… the Alpha's eyes were familiar… the Alpha's eyes were blue and familiar… the asset knew the Alpha. Where? Where did the asset see him? From where did it know the Alpha? The Alpha was familiar, familiar, familiar! 'Yuh jerk, stop scarin' me like dat! Okay?' the asset choked when it heard someone whispering in its ears, the words were familiar just as the man was, how? The Original Protocol, it must be the original protocol, it must be the body the asset occupies now after the death of its owner, it was most likely written in the original protocol; the original protocol, the original, the… Status: Overload…Overwhelmed… Not Optimal, Not Functional; Abort, Abort, Abort!

The asset welcomed the darkness taking hold of him…

So what do you think?

My first Stucky AU! Yay!

Oh, I am going to enjoy this!

As I said, this fic deal with the standard Winter Soldier's warnings.

It's dark and full of secrets!

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