"The Power Broker?" Sam and Bucky asked in unison. I was staring down at the table, scratching at it with my index finger as I nodded. "Who is it?" Bucky's question sounded heated. It made sense. This person was attempting to make more super soldiers and, in the process, Karli Morgenthau and the Flag Smashers were created. So much pain was inflicted by this one person that it would be understandable for both Sam and Bucky to want some answers. "I don't know if I can tell you..." My tone was soft and scared, not knowing how they would react to having this information ripped out from under them as quickly as it was given to them. Bucky stood up swiftly, his chair sliding back and hitting the wall behind him.
"Please know that I would never let this person hurt any more people!" I pleaded, looking up at Bucky whose face was stone cold, his jaw clenched. "But I don't know what kind of consequences could come from me telling you. I need you to trust me." Sam held his hand up to calm Bucky. "You have to give us something, Charlie." Sam explained as I wracked my brain trying to come up with something else only they would know. "I don't know..." I felt put on the spot completely, not thinking I would need to prove myself considering I had appeared out of nowhere just yesterday. There were too many thoughts going through my head at once and it was starting to frustrate me.
"Give us something!" Bucky exclaimed, his presence changing slowly as he became increasingly malcontent. "What do you want me to say?" I asked loudly. "Marvin Gaye's Trouble Man soundtrack! Steve Rogers use to wear newspapers in his shoes! Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybrea-" I began naming anything I could think of off the top of my head before Sam grabbed my hand to stop me. "Okay, okay, okay. It's alright." He soothed me while looking up at Bucky. "I think that's good enough, don't you?" He asked. Bucky nodded his head but still seemed upset which, in turn, made me even more upset.
"Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed?" Sam helped me stand up from the chair and led me through the front room, in to a small bed room. It had a bathroom connected to it with a fresh towel laying on the toilet lid. There was also a tooth brush and tooth paste, all still in the packaging, sitting on the sink counter. "There's some clothes in the closet. Just pick whatever works best for you." He opened the closet door to show me the clothes hanging up, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
I felt awful. Mentally and physically. I wanted so badly to tell them everything I knew. Especially about Sharon Carter being the Power Broker, but, who knows how that would effect everything? Clearly things are already messed up enough with all that was going on. I sighed and put it all in the back of my mind. A shower was very much so needed right now. I slid Bucky's jacket off my shoulder and took one last whiff of it before placing it on the bed. I clenched my teeth and furrowed my eyebrows. 'Don't be weird.' I told myself.
I walked in to the bathroom and cringed at myself in the mirror. My hair was matted and there was dirt all over me. I pulled the hospital gown off as I started the shower and turned it as hot as I could get it. The thought of scrubbing all of this stress off of me seemed necessary. I removed my bra and underwear and stepped in to the shower, the water causing me to flinch. 'Maybe I made it too hot...' I turned the temperature down and relaxed in to the warm blanket the water was creating around my body.
I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and let the water completely overtake every inch of me. It felt like heaven on my sore muscles. I reached up and scrubbed my hair, trying to get the knots and dirt out. Suddenly I could smell Bucky on me, the scent of his jacket hanging strongly in the air. It sent an abrupt pulsating feeling between my legs, my eyes shooting open out of embarrassment. Now wasn't the appropriate time to be focusing on things like that...
But I was alone and I couldn't help to notice how much I had been holding back at the sight of him. Of the brilliantly bright-eyed super soldier. There were details I could now see, so close and so personal, that I could never dream of seeing on a tv screen. How appetizing his lips were and how gentle he had been when handling me. Another thought that crossed my mind was how angry he was just now and how I know he wanted to take it out on something. How desperately I wanted him to take it out on me.
Before I knew it my left hand was between my legs and delicately rubbing my clit. I put my right leg up on the edge of the bathtub to get better access, gasping when I could fully put pressure on my clit. I liked to pretend that Bucky was the one touching me, using his vibranium arm to hold me while he made me moan out his name, and this wasn't even close to the first time I had done this. He invaded my daydreams frequently, touching me so desperately, since he had been deprived of any intimacy as the Winter Soldier.
A gentle moan left my mouth as I reached down further and inserted a finger in to myself, bringing my right hand down to continue its work on my clit. I shoved another finger in myself as the first one wasn't enough to get the sensation I was looking for. Another moan left my lips as I began thrusting my fingers inside of me, the thought of Bucky just outside the room exciting me more and more. It also made me ache for his real touch. I felt as if there were some sort of attraction between us but I could purely be making it up in my mind considering how long I'd wanted it to be real.
The only thing that mattered at this point was how thinking of him made me feel. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of myself, my knees becoming weak from standing for so long. I fell to the ground, keeping up a steady rhythm as the water droplets hit my back. My daydream turned in to him ramming me from behind, my hair entangled in his hands while he made me beg for his cum. "Bucky..." I moaned, louder this time, frustrated about not being able to orgasm by him touching me. I held my hand still and rode my fingers like I would ride his cock, whimpers coming out of me one by one.
"Lottie?" I froze in fear by the voice echoing throughout the bathroom. It was him. Exactly who I was imagining while uncontrollably finger fucking myself on the bath tub floor. I tried to slow my breathing before answering. "What?!" The answer came out more agitated than I intended. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. We heard a loud noise. Wanted to make sure you didn't pass out..." He sounded timid and I was praying he wasn't around to hear me moaning his name. "I'm okay. Thank you for checking." I reassured him while pulling my fingers out of myself and quietly standing up.
I clenched my teeth and turned towards the water to wash my face off. It would be hard to get back in the mood so I decided to abandon my goal and finish up showering so I didn't worry them by being in here so long. There would be an appropriate time and place to get exactly what I wanted and, hopefully, it would be with exactly who I wanted.