We reached the house at about five. Pulling into the driveway it didn't look like much. it was a small two bedroom house that was painted an off white. It was easeful. The yard was well kept but other than that it wasn't fancy. When we entered I noticed a dozen things at once. The lights were dim but not hard to see through. It was modern and rustic in a beautiful mix of new and old. We entered into an entrance hall that opened one way into the main living area and opened the other way into a hallway to the bedrooms.
"Maria, I'm home! I brought a cute puppy with me." Nat called.
"I'm in the kitchen." She called back.
Natasha led me further into the house. I looked around as she led me into the kitchen. I sampled the air and felt my stomach grumble silently. The food smelled so good. Maria turned with a smile. Nat opened her arms around me. My heart started beating faster but I kept my breathing even and stood there awkwardly.
"Oh, it's so nice to see you again, Baby!" She cooed.
Nat looked disappointed.
"Uh, good to see you too," I said quietly.
Once Maria released me she turned to her girlfriend greeting her with a smile and kiss.
"I hope you like shrimp scampi," Maria said pulling something off the stove.
"I do." I nodded.
Once we were seated and eating our salad Maria spoke up.
"So, how is your relationship with Steve going?" She asked
I almost choked. " Uh, will I guess."
"No sex yet?" She grinned.
"Um, no." I almost choked again.
"Maria, you're going to give the poor kid a heart attack." Natasha laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You two are taking it slow. I understand." She said seriously. " so do you have any questions about the world of doms and subs? Nat mentioned that you're interested."
"Nat told me a lot of things on the way over," I told her.
"Good, it's good for subs to be able to talk to other subs about the lifestyle. I also think subbing will be good for you." Maria gave me a warm smile.
We continued our meal to the main course.
"I really didn't take Nat as a sub," I said quietly.
"No, most people think shy and quiet when they think submission but it's not usually the case. More times than not subs have quite the strong personality." Maria explained.
"Oh, that would explain a lot." I smiled.
"What does that mean?" Nat asked kicking me under the table.
"Ow. Nothing!" I said.
"You two play nice," Maria said.
We laughed and joked throughout the rest of dinner.
"So, dishes then games?" Maria suggested.
I was already standing, gathering up the dishes. Nat stood to help and we made our way to the kitchen. Maria grabbed what we couldn't as I washed and Nat dried.
"Jayson, do you have any games in particular in mind that you like to play?" Nat asked.
"Besides the game where he gets to pretend to be the good guy?"
We all tensed turning toward the voice. in the doorway stood the winter soldier, eyes cold and locked with mine.
"You have three seconds to get out of my house," Maria said angrily.
"Stay out of this. I'm just here to bring the boy back to where he belongs." The man said.
"He doesn't belong to Hydra, Bucky. He belongs here with us. With Steve." Nat said as Maria slowly grabbed a weapon.
Bucky flinched ever so slightly when she mentioned Steve.
"Hand the boy over and I'll be on my way," Bucky demanded.
"No can do. He stays with us." Nat said as Maria took a swing at him.
He grabbed the pipe from her hands and swung his fist around catching her in the side of the head. I watched in horror as Maria fell to the floor motionless. Natasha shoved me past Bucky whispering for me to go hide, that backup was on its way. I hesitated when I heard the start of the altercation but forced myself to keep moving. I ran into a bedroom locking the door. I looked around and found a wardrobe in the closet. I pushed myself in and shut the door. I didn't like hiding and doing nothing but this would be best handled by shield.
It felt like hours had passed before Bucky knocked Nat out. I listened to him move almost silently through the house opening anything that I could have fit in. I held my breath, heart beating so lovely that I had to concentrate to hear past it. I heard Bucky getting closer to me and I willed my heart to slow. It didn't help though. The wardrobe door was pulled from its hinges and fingers tangled in my hair before I had time to react he had my back pressed to my chest and an arm around my neck cutting off my air supply. I struggled but the lack of oxygen made it harder. Eventually, my vision started to fade until everything went black.
I woke up slowly. The first thing I noticed was my lack of mobility. I opened my eyes to see my arms tied together with my thumbs on the outside. The second thing I noticed was the cloth acting like a makeshift gag. Then my eyes traveled to the wall in front of me. I was in a single room of some sort of bunker.
"You're awake," Bucky said from behind me. "Good, now stand up."
I didn't and received a light kick to the back of my head.
"Round two. Stand up." Bucky snapped.
I still didn't and my punishment was a very brutal Kick to the back.
"Round three. Stand up." He snapped again.
This time I did, with some struggle and received the back of his hand against my face.
"I shouldn't have to tell you more than once. But that's why you're here. Hydra wants me to rehabilitate you before we go back." He said.
I shook my head willing this nightmare to be over.
"You have no choice in the matter of course." He almost sounded sadistic.
"Now, I'm going to adjust the rope on your arms before we begin. Understand?" He said.
I nodded. Once the rope was loose enough I drew back my arm swinging it at his face. He caught me by the wrist, twisting my body so hand rested between my shoulder blades. He then shoved my body against the nearest wall and slowly started pulling my wrist close to my head. I let out a muffled cry.
"Like I said, you have no choice, no if you'd like to keep this arm intact than I suggest you do as I say." He ground out, mouth next to my ear." Do you understand, Moore?"
I nodded vigorously. He released me turning me so my back was now placed against the cold wall. I watched him re-tie my arms so my palms were facing each other.
"Let the training begin. Sit." He commanded.
I didn't and the back of his hand made contact with my face once again.
"Round two. Sit." He commanded again.
I watched him defiantly and the same results occurred.
"Round three. sit." He commanded once again.
I glared at him and that time he grabbed my bound arms and broke my pinky. I bit back the groan of pain.
"Round four. Sit." He repeated.
I continued to glare and he grabbed my hand squeezing until there was a sickening crunch, I couldn't force back the short cry.
"Round five. Sit." He snapped.
I did and his foot collided painfully with my previously fractured collarbone.
"Now stand." He said.
I did and this went on for a while. When he decided that I was done for the day he disappeared returning shortly with food and water. He took the gag out of my mouth and untied my hands.
"Eat." He demanded.
I did that too. My stomach wasn't really up to it but I couldn't take much more that day. My body was aching and I was tired. Once I was done with "dinner" he left, demanding that I sleep and locked the door.
I tried but sleep wouldn't come to me. I bid on the floor tossing and turning trying to force myself to find some sort of peaceful dreamland. It just didn't happen. When the morning came I couldn't feel how bad the day was going to be. Bucky stormed in giving me bread and water telling me to eat. I did and then he started with the commands. I complied. At noon we stopped so he could feed me more bread and water. Afterward, I was exhausted.
"Shift." He commanded.
"No." I snapped having had enough for the day.
I blinked and the air was leaving my lungs and lunch appeared back on the floor.
"Round two. Shift." He said like nothing had happened.
"Fuck you." I rasped out.
His boot connected with the side of my head causing my vision to fade in and out.
"Round three. Shift." He said.
I did regardless of my body's protests. Once in wolf form his foot connected with my ribs. I yelped, faltering in my stance and applying to much weight of my broken forepaw. That leg gave out and my body collapsed.
"Shift." He said again.
I did, still laying on the floor.
"Shift." He demanded.
I did, this time trying to stand. This went on for several more hours until Bucky left to retrieve food. I let myself collapse again but I was asleep before my eyes fully closed.
The days passed by slowly and as much as I wanted to believe that Steve was coming to rescue me, I didn't. I wouldn't get my hopes up like that. On day number twenty-seven Bucky got tired of my mouth and fitted me with a shock collar that he controlled. Every time I spoke I was shocked. By day thirty I'd stopped talking. On day thirty it was also December first, my birthday and a few agents came by to "Celebrate", giving Buck the day off.
"Hey there, Puppy, we've come to play with you. How about a game, hm?" One of the men said.
I remained quiet, my eyes downcast.
"I think that's a yes. Should we explain the rules?" Another asked.
"Yeah, have you ever heard of 'Red light, green light'?" The first one asked.
I shook my head, body filling with fear.
"So in this game, if someone says green light you move, if they say red light you stop. If you continue to move after they say red light you get penalized. In this version, however, when we say wolf you have to transform into a wolf. When we say human you have to transform into a human. Your penalty will be getting 50,000 volts at 26 watts. Do you understand the rules?" The third man explained.
I nodded feeling the fear grow.
"Wolf." One of them said and I transformed.
The game continued progressively increasing in speed and with several repeats of one word or the other until I slipped up and the first man hit the button. I groaned.
"Ready to keep playing?" The third man asked.
I shook my head but just received another shock.
"Let me rephrase that. You're ready to keep playing." He said maliciously.
After mess up number thirty-three, I doubled over, puking. They shared a laugh one tapping my jaw with his foot.
"Poor puppy, I think he's ready to play something else." One of them joked.
"I'd have to agree. I'll grab the tape." Another said.
Soon they were putting tape on the floor in a square. I watched on wishing I were dead, wishing I was back in my cell at shield. When the tape was down the set objects on the four corners and then pulled me to the middle.
"Alright, boys let's take him down a notch. Strip, puppy." One of them said.
I shook my head, heart racing. The shock that followed was no surprise.
"I said strip." he said again.
I swallowed hard and did as told. Once I was naked they took my filthy clothes and ripped my shirt, tearing off a strip and wrapped it around my eyes. They spun me around so I was disoriented.
"On your hands and knees." He said.
I complied listening to them move away.
"Alright, your objective is to collect all four objects but if you touch the tape you'll be punished. Do you understand." Another asked.
I nodded.
"You may begin." The first one said.
I slowly began to crawl around the floor looking for the four objects blindly. The first shock caused a choked cry to leave my lips.
I moved back and began to follow what I thought was the line. The second shock told me I'd gone too far and I carefully moved my hand around until I found the object, four shocks later. One of the agents took it from my hands and I began trying to follow the tape to the next corner. I found that one much more quickly. I took a deep breath and continued on to the next one. The man holding the controls pressed and held the button causing pain to rocket through my body. When it was over I was left curled up and sobbing on the floor.
"Games are no fun if you cheat." One of them said.
I shakily got back on all fours and tried to find my way to the opposite object. The sick game lasted for about an hour but when I was done so were they. Once I was able to see again the man pressed and held the button again putting me to the floor. The strangled sobs wracking my body only seemed to fuel them on. One got tired watching me crumpling on the floor and decided to become proactive by kicking me hard in the side. The other joined in shortly after. I curled in on myself, then last bit of fight left me taking away my will to live. Not soon enough I passed out.
I woke up to Bucky shaking me. Once I was mostly awake he laid bread and water in front of me. I sat up eating the stale bread and drinking the unclean water. "Training that day went smooth. And so did the next day. And the next.