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You woke up with a startled, undignified noise. Your skin was crawling: the same sensation as when someone watches you. Your sleep filled eyes looked around the room before landing on him.
James Buchannon Barnes. Bucky. The Winter Soldier.
He stood at a relaxed sort of attention. As if he'd been there for hours and nothing had happened to the point he was bored.
Except, he had his tactical gear on. The revelation startled you. You looked at the clock - 6:30am. You couldn’t recall him needing to be on a mission.
"Why are …"
As your attention went back to him your words caught in your throat. He was so close now. You hadn’t heard him move. You cursed your muddled brain.
"Mission successful."
His voice was low and gravely. You wondered when he last spoke.
"There was no mission." You responded, still confused with the situation.
His face was emotionless, but his eyes were invested in you. He trailed a flesh finger down your arm. Your white blanket was pulled with it until it tangled against your forearms as you moved to stop him. He let out a hum and simply trailed his finger back up to rest at your collarbone. The touch left goosebumps despite his ever high body temperature.
He climbed on top of you. He was dirty with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. He settled, his weight causing your legs to shift to let him lay between them. You could see the grime left behind on your bedding. The overwhelming scent of his sweat and polluted air invaded your senses.
You grunted, trying to shove him away. "Get off."
He wrapped his arms around your body like an octopus. It didn't matter he ignored your free arms. You couldn't hurt him enough without using your powers. You weren't looking to do that until you figured out what was going on.
"Mission complete. Successful." He murmured against the skin of your neck.
"What mission?"
There was a long pause. He kissed the skin under your ear.
"Hydra won."
The short statement made you freeze. He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping at the top of your sleep shirt. With the way he was laying you could feel his cock harden.
"Are you not happy?" His voice was softer than before. Almost as if there was a fear of rejection under the gravelly sound.
"No. No, I'm not!" Your voice got louder each time you said "no," until you were screaming.
Your body caught up with your mind. Your power licked at your skin. The Soldier let out an annoyed huff. He pulled a small syringe from his pocket. Sitting up, he jabbed it into the fleshy part of your upper arm.
It happened so fast. He was faster than you on a normal day, but you should have been able to defend yourself quicker than this.
Had you been drugged last night?
He caught your struggling arms by the wrists. "Shh. Sleep."
Your chest felt like it was pushing up a brick every time you sucked in air. Your eyelids grew heavy. You mumbled a few more "no's." Tears streamed from the corners of your eyes.
He let go of your arms, laying them by your sides. He cradled your face in his large hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears.
"Sleep now." The soldier leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
It was delicate despite his chapped lips and your stale breaths. It was a kiss you could have cherished if the situation was different.
You fought sleep. He didn't seem to mind anymore as he settled back down. This time against your side. As he held you he hummed a song you couldn't quite make out as the tiredness won out.