Natasha was being debriefed by Maria Hill in her office. Steve sat in Fury's office waiting for Fury to speak. He was reading a Pad. Putting the Pad down he looked at Steve.
"He killed himself," Fury stated. "I didn't see that coming.
"I had him beat. He knew it. At least four ribs were broke, probably a punctured lung, plus, I wasn't holding back like I did before. He was strong, agile, fast, but I was stronger, faster, more agile," Steve told him. "I didn't want him to kill himself. I wanted to take him in so we could get intel from him."
"Small loss," said Fury. "The doctors are making progress with Bucky, though. They had him on some meds that might help with his memory. They say his sessions with you have him disturbed which is good. You are getting to him."
"When can I see him again?" asked Steve.
"Today, but don't push it like before. Try to get him talking, or, at least remembering," said Fury.
"I'll try to get him to talk. He loved his mother. Maybe I can talk about her a little," said Steve.
"He's having breakfast now. Why don't you see him after he eats. He might be in a good mood," said Fury.
"I could use some coffee, maybe a donut or six before seeing him," said Steve.
"Get to the cafeteria and get yourself some coffee and donuts," smiled Fury.
AVENGERS
Steve entered the interrogation room. Bucky was cuffed to the table and wearing a orange jumpsuit. Steve observed him for a few moments. There was darkness under his eyes from lack of sleep and he looked as if he was a man trying to deal with something that was too big to deal with alone. He scowled at Steve, who sat across from him.
"I am the Winter Soldier," he told Steve then in Russian he added. "You are my enemy."
"We have never been enemies," Steve replied in Russian. "But you know that, Buck, don't you?"
"What do you want?" asked Bucky.
"I just want to talk. You can sit and listen if you like and I'll do all the talking," Steve told him.
Bucky shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care.
"Do you remember the Thanksgiving when my mother was sick. She couldn't get out of bed because of a fever and congestion. You and your mom, Annie, came our apartment. She said it was leftovers from the Thanksgiving dinner and she set the table for you and I then she went into the bedroom with my mom and fed her broth. Your mother always was a good woman. You and I ate turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy along with green beans. For dessert we had a piece of apple pie then we listened to the radio. It was the most food I ate in months. I think we listened to The Shadow and The Green Hornet. You told me that you wanted to be Britt Reid," Steve told him. "Your mom was a really good woman. I never did thank her for that Thanksgiving."
Bucky had tears in his eyes then he growled, "Stop it, Punk. It fucking hurts my head. Please, stop it."
"I can't, Jerk. I need my best friend back. I have to push those walls down so you can remember on your own," Steve said.
"It hurts my head," he admitted.
"The docs can help you with that, Buck. They can help the pain," he said.
"I think I miss them," said Bucky.
"Who, Buck? Who do you miss?" asked Steve.
"Everyone. Mom, da, my sisters, the Howling Commandos, Peggy, and you," said Bucky.
"Yeah, I know. Me, too," smiled Steve.
"I've killed so many people, Punk. They had me kill so many people. I remember them all, too," Bucky stated. "Steve, I killed the president. I killed Howard Stark and his wife. So many. Men, women. Generals, Businessmen, spies, politicians, and more. My first kill for the KGB was General Patton. They feared him."
"Buck, you had no control. You were their puppet," said Steve.
"But I remember all of them. Every single one of them," he cried.
"Think of the good memories, Buck. Heal then we can deal with the rest," said Steve.
"Punk," smiled Bucky.
"Jerk," replied Steve.
"I want to remember the good thinks. I need to remember them," said Bucky.
"Good. You will then. The James Buchanan Barnes I knew, I know, doesn't give up," said Steve.
In the observation room Fury sighed.
"We need to get a list of everyone he's killed and classify it. We are looking at the man who killed Patton and Kennedy. If that got out he'd be put in a cell and never let out. People wouldn't even care that he had no control over his actions," said Fury.
"You don't think he deserves to be in a cell forever?" asked Hill.
"No, I don't. The man was used. He's a victim. The KGB and Hydra used him," said Fury.
"I'll classify everything level 10," she said.
"Good," said Fury.
Steve left the interrogation room. He entered the observation room. Fury and Hill waited for him to speak.
"He needs lots of help," said Steve.
"We've contacted the VA and an expert in PTSD is coming tomorrow to work with Sergeant Barnes," said Fury.
"PTSD? The doctors said I have it. I'm still not too sure what it is," sighed Steve.
"It's the burden a lot of soldiers who've seen serious battle carry with them, Cap," said Fury.
"I'd like to meet whoever it is," said Steve.
"Tomorrow at one," Hill told him.
"Good, I'll be there," said Steve. "Now I have to figure out where I'm sleeping tonight. My apartment is wrecked and now Natasha's is also."
Hill smirked, "Don't worry, Cap. I bet Romanov has taken care of it."
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Steve was dumbfounded when Natasha told him she had a safe house set up in DC just in case something like this happened. She had an artist lost in the Union Station area. If her apartment was nice, her loft left Steve with his mouth open. It had open space, high ceilings, a state of the art kitchen, a master bedroom that Natasha had tricked out just for her, which meant a false wall where she kept weapons behind it. The bathroom had a large walk-in shower and a Jacuzzi.
"Why don't you stay here?" he asked. "I think I like this place better."
"Because it's my backup, my safe house in DC," she told him. "My next safe house is an apartment in New York and after that is London and then Paris. I also have one in Milan, and on a Grecian island."
"How many places do you have?" he asked.
"Don't ask," she smirked. "I have to be ready to disappear in case I'm burned by whoever I'm working for."
"I was thinking of buying a place in Brooklyn Heights. It would be someplace I could draw and paint and forget about this awful," Steve told her.
"Why don't you get in the Jacuzzi and relax," she offered.
"I don't have any swim trunks," Steve said.
"Steve, this is my place not work. It's just you and me, so you don't need swim trunks," she chuckled. "Get in the Jacuzzi and I'll join you in a few minutes."
"Sure," he smiled.
Steve stripped off his clothes, got the Jacuzzi started then got in. Sitting in the bench, he put his head back and closed his eyes. The Jacuzzi heated up and his body relaxed. It had been a difficult couple of days.
"Any room for me?" Natasha purred.
She was standing there in a red silk robe. Suddenly, Steve found that he couldn't swallow and his breathing started to pick up. Natasha smiled, as she saw Steve's blue eyes darken with lust. She had him right where she wanted. Slipping off the robe, she got into the Jacuzzi and made her way over to Steve. Straddling his lap, she rubbed up against his arousal then she gave him a long hard kiss.
"Warm in here," she said in a hoarse voice.
"Very," he replied.
Natasha slowly started to rub up against him, as his erection grew to its full size. Steve cheeks were red with excitement. Natasha reached into the water and with her right hand guided his erection into her. Steve groaned. She started to slowed undulate up and down.
"I'll call for some takeout after we relax," she smiled.
"Uh huh," was his only response.
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It was three in the morning. Steve slipped out of the bed leaving an exhausted Natasha. He never thought he'd love someone as much as he loved Peggy, but here she was. The red head had gotten completely under his skin. She was now an addiction he needed and didn't want to give up. He knew not to push her too much because her training had turned relationships into something to be avoided. She had relationships before but they always ended badly. According to Clint she made sure that they ended badly.
Steve went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He grabbed a half full carton of Pad Thai noodles and then a fork and started to eat them. His stomach had been growling. He liked the noodles cold. Later today he was meeting the guy from the VA who was going to help Bucky with his PTSD. Steve wanted Bucky to start being himself again, but he knew it was going to be a long hard slog.
"Hey," the hoarse voice of Natasha drew his attention, "you left the bed. Anything wrong?"
"Hungry," he smiled.
He sat down on the couch and Natasha joined him. She curled up her legs and laid her head on his lap.
"This is comfortable," she purred.
"Yeah, it is," said Steve.
"Night," she mumbled and fell back to sleep.
Steve smiled . He ate his cold noodles and looked at the blank TV. If he tried had enough he could probably reach the remote control, but that would wake Natasha. He'd rather that she slept. In a few hours, she'd be up anyhow. Let her sleep for now. He was happy just the way he was.
AVENGERS
Sam Wilson was escorted through the Triskelion by two agents. Even with a temporary pass he wasn't allowed to roam around alone. They brought him to the high security floor that Bucky was being kept on. Once off the elevator, he was greeted by Director Fury and Captain Steve Rogers.
"Lieutenant Sam Wilson, United States Air Force Para Rescue," Fury Stated.
"Retired, sir," said Sam the he looked at Steve and nodded, "Captain Rogers, I am a great admirer of yours. Captain America influence me into joining up."
"Lieutenant Wilson," said Steve then he offered his right hand.
They shook hands.
"I'm retired now. It's just Sam," smiled Sam.
"Sam. Call me Steve," said Steve.
"I'll try," he chuckled. "I read the file about Sergeant Barnes. Sounds like a serious case of brainwashing and PTSD. How can I help?"
"I thought someone with experience in the field, someone who dealt with life and death matters, might be able to help Barnes more than a MD or a PHD," said Fury. "You've got a good rep helping PTSD vets at the local VA."
"I'll do anything I can for one of Captain America's Howling Commandos," said Sam. "I won't even ask how they are even alive."
Sam grinned. Fury nodded.
"I like you, Wilson," said Fury.
"If you can help Bucky, I'll owe you," said Steve.
"I may hold you to that," said Sam.
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Steve sat on the couch with his head back lost in a world of pleasure. In between his legs Natasha knelt. She worked his shaft with both hands and her head bobbed up and down at a rate that left Steve with only seconds before an orgasm. Picking up the speed only slightly and the suction, she drove him over the edge.
"Ahhh," he groaned as he orgasmed into her mouth.
Natasha kept going until he had nothing left then she cleaned him off and put him away. Before she could give him a kiss there was a knock on the door. She went and answered it. Clint stood there with four pizzas.
"I've brought a pizza for you and I and three for the super soldier," smiled Clint.
"Come on in," she said.
Clint walked into the apartment. He placed the pizzas down on the coffee table in front of Steve.
"Hey, Cap," he said.
"Huh," was Steve's answer.
"Give him a few minutes. It takes some time for his brain to start working after a blow job," smirked Natasha.
"Tasha," Clint moaned, "too much information. And now I have images in my head. I don't need that."
"Oh, grow up," smiled Natasha. "I'll get plates and beers."
Clint said down on the other end from Steve. He looked over at the super soldier.
"Can you talk now?" he asked.
"Sorry," he said.
"Yeah, I bet," said Clint. "I checked on Bucky before I left HQ."
"How is he?" asked Steve.
"Agitated. It seems he wants to leave but we won't let him. Also, he was asking for someone named Dum Dum," said Clint.
"Dum Dum Dugan. Howling Commando. Bucky and Dum Dum used to go out and drink together," said Steve.
"I think talking to that Wilson guy was good for him," said Clint.
Natasha put the plates down and she then handed them each a beer. Clint looked and saw that it was Guinness Draught. He took a sip and shrugged. Steve drank down half the bottle.
"Our pizza is plain old pepperoni and sausage, Nat," said Clint. "I got Cap the works on his three pizzas."
"Thanks," Steve said then he grabbed a plate and a couple of slices of pizza. He started eating. Nat and Clint took a slice and started to eat.
"How is living with each other going?" asked Clint.
"He cooks, cleans, and can make me come, so I'm happy," said Natasha.
Clint glared at Steve, who stared down at his pizza.
"Is all you two do is have sex?" asked Clint.
"No. He also cooks and cleans," smirked Natasha.
"Very funny, Nat," grinned Clint.
"I like it," Steve said softly. "It's the first time since I've been out of the ice that I feel like I belong somewhere."
Natasha smiled then she got up from her chair and went over and kissed Steve. It started as a chaste kiss but turned passionate quickly. Clint cleared his throat.
"I was promised that we would watch Star Wars, the real Star Wars not the sequels or the new shit, if I brought pizza. There is the pizza. Are we going to watch or what?" he asked.
"Log into my Amazon Prime account. The original three are in the library," grinned Natasha, as she sat back down.
"Good. I keep telling Cooper that these are the best but he's too young to discern quality yet. What was your favorite movies and serials growing up, Steve?" asked Clint.
"Westerns. I loved westerns. I'd see one then draw the horses when I got home. Oh, and Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers were the best serials. Buster Crabbe," he smiled.
"You were in a couple of films, weren't you?" asked Natasha.
"Three films. It took me four weeks to make all three of them," Steve told her.
"Captain America Leads the Way, Captain America Wins the Day, and Captain America and his Men," stated Clint. "Saw them all as a kid and loved them. Wanted to be one of your men."
"You are one of my men now," smiled Steve.
Clint laughed, "I never thought about that. I am one of your men."
"And me?" asked Natasha.
"You're my gal," he said shyly.
"If you trying to get some tonight, you just keep sweet talking me," said Natasha.
"Do you get residuals on those movies?" asked Clint.
"They were set up in an account for me and having been accruing for seventy years. I think I have close to a million dollars in the account. I was thinking of donating it to the Injured Soldier Fund in honor of the Howling Commandos," said Steve.
"Also all those action figures, playing cards, and games with his image on them have been paying money into a trust fund that Howard Stark set up for him in case his body was ever found," said Natasha. "There is six million in that account. I have to teach him how to diversify."
"And keep assets liquid in order to run," added Clint.
"Have to be ready to run," agreed Natasha.
"Oh, that reminds me. Sokovia. According to Fury, that country is lost to Hydra. The government is ninety percent Hydra, the military is Hydra, and its growing. He said he wouldn't be surprised if the Red Skull ended up there installed as a tyrant," explained Clint.
"I won't let that happen," growled Steve.
"The Red Skull really gets under your skin," said Clint.
"He should be dead. I'm going to make sure this time that he is," said Steve.
"Well, the UN is looking to sanction Sokovia because it has actually been threatening its neighbors with invasion," said Clint.
Natasha looked over at Steve. She could see the mounting anger and need to do something. It was time to calm him.
"Let's watch the movies and worry about the problems of the world later," she suggested.
"Sounds good to me," said Clint, who picked up the remote and turned on Amazon Prime.
Steve sat quietly thinking about Hydra and now Bucky. They would probably come for him eventually. He was a valuable asset. There was no way he was going to let them have his friend back. And there was no way he was going to let the Red Skull destroy the peace of this time like he destroyed it during World War II.
"Here we go – Star Wars. A New Hope," smiled Clint. "I was still with the circus when I first saw this movie."
"I was a spy for the KGB," smiled Natasha.
"I've never seen it," added Steve.
"Well, shut up and enjoy, old man," said Natasha.
He smiled at her and she returned the smile. Clint noticed this and smiled to himself. He'd never seen Natasha so happy. He was glad she finally found someone like Steve. But, damn, if he ever hurt her, he'd turn him into a pin cushion with arrows. As for Natasha, he just hoped she didn't feel a need to destroy this relationship like she did all her other ones.