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Rawhide

Ch 11: Even Secrets Have Secrets

Summary: Hydra finally play their hand…and the rat is finally revealed.

Warnings: Talks of kidnap, forced medical procedure (nothing graphic and I’m keeping this vague so as not to spoil the plot) kidnap situations, violence, bad language.

Pairing: Cowboy Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: the big reveal…let’s see how many of you saw this one coming… 😈 As always, thanks to my beta @spectre-posts

W/C: 5k

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Ch 10

Your mouth felt dry as you stared up at your brother, his features so like those of your father, the man you’d feared all your life.

“What, no hello?” He stepped into the room, arms folded over his chest.

"You son of a bitch.” It was the only thing you could think to say. Bryce merely scoffed.

“Is that anyway to talk about mom?” He tutted.

“You piece of shit. Why go through all this, killing people, if it was just me you wanted?”

At that, Bryce laughed. “It ain’t just you we wanted. You happened to be in the right place, right time. Or wrong place, wrong time, depending on how you look at it.”

"Then let me go. Save yourself a war, and just...."

“Ahh yes, your new alpha.” The word rolled of Bryce’s tongue with disdain. “Expecting him and the rest of those Shield assholes to come rescue you, huh?”

"He'll find me and he won't stop until he does."

Bryce popped a shoulder, “maybe…but they ain’t found this place so far, and by the time they do, it’s gonna be too late.”

You felt your body sweat as a fear filled you. "Wh... What do you mean too late?"

“Well…” Bryce moved further into the room and took a seat on the edge of the small cot you’d awoken on, “it ain’t just the Alpha genome we’ve been playing with. You see, Hydra is all about order. We like things to be uniform, as they should. Keeping Alphas at their right place, top of the chain. And the likes of you, at the bottom.”

You trembled at the nonchalance of his tone, his demeanor. Sinister at best was the only word you could come up with on how he seemed. "I don't.... Playing with?"

“Oh, come on, worm…” he grinned as he spoke that vile childhood nickname he had for you and you swallowed, “you’ve always had brains. Figure it out.”

As you stared at him, you realised you’d been right. They had taken the Omega genome, and more so, the attack on Stark Tower hadn’t simply been to get at you. They’d wanted the research.

“You’re not only gonna use the serum to make Alphas stronger…” you spoke quietly and Bryce clapped his hands together. “You’re gonna make us, Omegas weaker.”

“Bingo.”

"So if I wasn’t your main target, why use me?"

“Because I want you to know your place. The shame you brought to the family when you defied us and left, can’t let that go unpunished.” Bryce looked at you, “it makes the name Langley look weak. And, as Rumlow is gonna take the Alpha serum…what better way to ruin Rogers life even more, huh? Last thing he’s gonna know before he dies is that you’re even more of a nothing than you are now. And you’ll spend the rest of your life being Rumlow’s little play thing. Regardless of whether he can bond you or not.” At that, his eyes flicked to your infinity mark and you swallowed. “I mean, what’s more worthless than an omega who can’t actually fulfill her purpose and be bred?”

"You're sick. A vile, disgusting piece of shit." You couldn't continue as the back of your brother's hand met your cheek.

“Don’t you speak to me like that, bitch. Know your fucking place.” His hand gripped your chin painfully as the tears swam in your eyes.

"You'll never win." You whispered tearfully.

“Shows what you know,” Bryce let go of your face and your hand immediately went to your cheek, “we’ve already got the upper hand. Have for months. Our insider has seen to that. Every move Shield have made we’ve been one step ahead.”

At that you heard a movement. A familiar scent and aura filled your senses and your head snapped towards the door.

“You…” the word was nothing but a whisper as you stared at the blonde alpha in the doorway.

"Oh don't look so surprised, Y/N," Sharon snorted as she stepped forward. "Who else could it have been? Surely not Widow, although she'd have been my first choice in your position. Then again there's the usual suspect in the soldat, reformed, turned and fixed again, a broken pup with nowhere to go." Then she playfully gasped in fake shock, "or what about Peter; young, sweet Pete, nieve and maliable."

You blinked hard, the betrayal piercing you with a stab far sharper than any blade ever could.

“Langley, I suggest you don’t hit her again. The boss isn’t going to be happy if her pretty face is roughed up too much.” Sharon looked at him.

Bryce shrugged, “I take it you’ve come to tell us he’s ready.”

“Yup. Take her down to the lab. He wants to use the Omega serum on her first, make sure it’s safe. If she survives…he’s gonna take the Alpha one.”

Your heart stopped, your blood ran cold. Your flight instinct took hold, "no. No, you can't...." you backed up until you hit the wall, your hands in front of you defensively.

“Oh, I think you’ll find we can,” Bryce stood up, gripping your arm.

You resisted as best you could until two large uniformed men assisted your brother in carrying you out of the room as you went kicking and screaming. A look over your shoulder found Bryce and Sharon walking side-by-side with dark eyes and sinful smirks on their lips.

*****

“There must be something!” Steve slammed his hand down on the desk. “Anything, a clue…we’ve been tracking these fuckers for months…”

"It's come up short every time," Tony shook his head. "Which doesn't make sense."

“What do you mean, short?” Thor frowned.

"I've had FRIDAY look through every bit of Intel we've had on these guys and the only thing that comes up is there's a rat in the nest. But that very rat is unknown."

“No they’re not…” a familiar voice spoke and everyone turned to look at Fury as he walked into the conference room.

“You figured it out?” Thor looked at him as Steve felt his entire body stiffen in anticipation.

And then, Tony gave a scoff, “no he hasn’t.”

“What do you- he just said he knew.” Banner frowned and Tony arched a brow as Steve slowly turned to look at him.

“He hasn’t figured it out,” Tony’s eyes blazed, “because he’s known this whole damned time.”

“Is that true?” Steve looked at Fury who merely responded with a flick of his brow.

Steve saw burning red as he stalked toward his Commander, who stood stoically as he typically did.

“Rogers…” he held a hand up, “just listen to me…”

Steve's right fist connected with the director's chin and sent Fury to the floor. Then the Captain’s large and strong hands gripped the lapels of that black leather coat and hauled Fury up, slamming him into the wall, denting it. "You son of a bitch. The lies! The secrets! All the fucking time!"

“I know who it is because I put them there,” Fury’s voice was loud through the gritting of his teeth as Steve held him pinned into the wall. Steve's expectant glare kept focus on Fury. "Agent Carter was assigned the task of infiltrating Hydra."

Stunned silence fell across the room which was broken by Banner. “Sharon….she’s…she’s been…”

“On the inside for over a year.” Fury looked at him over Steve’s shoulder. “She’s been feeding me information about what Hydra have been planning, when they’re going to strike and where…”

“When they’re- so you let Erskine die, for what? Your own agenda?" Banner growled.

“No, of course not.” Fury shook his head, “and if Rogers let’s me go, I can explain.”

Steve’s grip remained tight, the anger and betrayal coursing through his veins and a large hand settled on his shoulder.

“Captain…” Thor spoke softly.

A harsh breath slipped from Steve's nose and he slammed Fury again into the dry wall before letting him go with a vile glare.

Fury dusted himself down as Steve turned away, running his hand through his hair.

“Start talking, Nick.” Tony looked at Fury.

“After the last war, Shield was almost destroyed. You all know as well as I do we suffered heavy losses. We were outmanned form the start, out gunned…but we won.” Fury shook his head. “I don’t know how, but we did. When the dust settled, I swore that going forward we needed to be smarter, faster…and should Hydra ever start their movement again we would need a different way to get them on the back foot.”

Tony glanced at Banner who was stood stock still. Thor was perched on the desk, arms folded as Steve was pacing the floor, his impatience evident.

“When I got word that they were moving again, mounting campaigns for support…I had to act. So me, Hill and Coulson decided the best way was for stick someone on the inside. And who better than a Carter.”

At that, Steve stopped pacing and a growl flew from his throat, “you used Peggy’s death to convince her own cousin to do this?”

“Not exactly, but Sharon wanted revenge. She was keen, and one of my newest agents. Hydra wouldn’t have bought it if I’d shoved Widow or Hawkeye or Hill in there. And, if I do say so myself, we made the right call. They did buy it. Took a few months and we had to, compromise morally in a few areas so they would but…the ends justified the means.”

“The DC bombing…” Tony groaned, “you knew that was gonna happen and you let it.”

Fury simply looked at him, as Steve turned away, shaking his head, a derisive snort flying from his flared nostrils.

“And Erskine?” Bruce asked, his eyes locked onto Fury’s.

“During the raid on the lab, Sharon was tasked by Rumlow with taking him out. But he’s alive and well. Hidden. We staged the whole thing.”

“But you let them take the serum!” Banner pinched the bridge of his nose, “after everything-“

Fury shook his head. “I told you, we shut that programme down. And I was telling the truth. All Hydra took were synthetic fakes. They’ll stand up to examination but… they’ll do shit. All the research they took, we doctored it, well most of it anyway, had to leave some of the original in there to make it believable.”

“Well this is all very well and good but there’s one thing I don’t understand,” Tony looked at Fury, “why are we still here? I mean you’ve had Sharon on the inside, so I assume you know where their base of ops is- “

At that Steve stiffened, Tony was right. “What’s- we have to go…”

“Already on it.” Fury shook his head, “the moment Y/N was taken I’ve had a team working on extraction. If I’d have simply told you where it was, you’d have gone in there all guns blazing and gotten her and yourselves killed. Coulson and Hill are on it.”

“We wouldn’t need an extraction if you’d have told us all this.” Steve spat, “I would never have left her alone…”

“He didn’t know.” Thor then spoke softly as he studied Fury, “you didn’t know they were going to hit when they did, did you?”

Fury shook his head, “no. Sharon didn’t find out until five minutes before it happened. She had just enough time to make sure she was in the room with Y/N and Miss Potts. As soon as she found out their play, she knew they’d be targeting Y/N too and-“

“How?” Steve frowned, “they didn’t even know Y/N was…” he trailed off as Fury fixed him with a glare and he felt his chest tighten. “Oh my god…she told them. Sharon told them she was here! Didn’t she?!”

"If she hadn't, her cover would have been blown and a year's worth of work would be destroyed. It was the only way." Fury deadpanned. "You know as well as I, Captain, that sometimes sacrifices for the good of a mission are necessary."

At that, Steve lunged towards Fury again, Thor quick to jump up. As the large, blonde alpha struggled to hold Steve back, he glanced at Tony.

“A little help, Stark…”

“Let him go, kick the shit out of him.” Tony waved his hand, “no more than he deserves.”

But as Thor struggled with his Captain, it was Banner who side stepped around the duo and clocked Fury this time. A rage burned in the Omega's eyes as he stood over his commanding officer. "That's for my work, Steve can kill you for y/n."

“Way to go, Brucey…” Tony grinned.

The shock of the mild mannered Doctor punching the head of Shield made Steve stop, his eyes still blazing with anger.

“Where is the base?” He demanded.

“Rogers…”

“I swear to god… you better tell me right now.”

Fury looked at him, then shook his head as he got to his feet, “you won’t beat the extraction team.”

“I don’t care.” Steve snarled, “I wanna go get Y/N.”

“I hate to say this, Captain, but Fury is right.” Thor spoke gently, “if we go in like we are, we risk causing more danger to her and Sharon…”

“They’ll be taking her to a secure location, a secret bunker, well hidden off even Shield’s radar.” Fury looked at Steve, “we can meet them there, and call the rest of the team back.”

"Then do it. I want wheels up in five minutes and it's not up for negotiation."

Fury nodded and swept from the room. Steve watched him go before he sank into one of the chairs at the table, his head in his hands. He felt helpless, distraught, betrayed and most of all scared. Scared that something was going to happen to you, despite the fact Sharon was there with you. He needed the base location, he’d go in single handed if he had to, he-

“Steve…” a voice who had remained quiet all through the exchange spoke jerking him from his thoughts. He looked up, Pepper’s face in his vision swimming through his tears. “Y/N is okay…”

“How do you know that?” He shot back, “you can’t possibly.”

“Yes she can.” Thor spoke. “If anything had happened you’d have felt it. You already know what a Pure Bond feels like when it is broken. I can guarantee a Soul Bond breaking will feel ten times worse. Whilst you can’t feel anything, then…she’s alive.”

His flooded blue orbs matched Thor’s and when he nodded in assurance, the pained Alpha blinked. Two large tears fell to the floor with a splash and he sniffed.

"Captain Rogers..." FRIDAY spoke. "The Quinjet is secure and ready, sir."

"Time to go," Steve stated wetly.

Without another word, he rose and headed to exit the room. He paused in the doorway, and then with a loud, angry growl, he pulled his right fist back and smashed it straight through the ceiling to floor glass pane to the side of the frame.

******

Despite your best attempts, you were no match physically for your captors and you were strapped, kicking and screaming into a chair in the middle of the lab.

You looked around, fearfully, at the three men in white coats and masks who were bustling around, prepping syringes and IVs, and your attention then turned to Bryce and Sharon, who stood by a desk at the side of the room, deep in conversation.

Behind your line of vision, a door opened and closed, causing everyone in the room to stand at attention. And then you heard his voice.

“Omega, you haven’t changed a bit.”

You felt your teeth grit as Rumlow stepped into the middle of the room and your eyesight. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, don’t worry…plenty of time for that.” He chuckled as he stopped in front of you, his eyes taking over your body. He then bent down, and you turned your face away. He ran his nose along your neck, inhaling your scent and you felt the bile rise in your stomach.

“You reek of that Shield scum.” He pulled back, his eyes fixed on your bonding mark.

“I told you,” Sharon spoke, “an Infinity Mark. They have a Soul Bond. Even if you kill Rogers, that ain’t going away.”

Rumblow's thumb traced the mark and you flinched.

"No matter." He snided. “I don’t need to bond her, I’m not interested in breeding with the bitch, just using her.”

You said nothing, merely watched as his face hovered inches from yours.

"It the serum ready?" He wondered, eyes not leaving yours. You could feel the excitement emanating from him, his entire scent was laced with anticipation and the strength of it was making you sick.

“Yes, boss.” One of the scientists spoke, “the tests all stand up.”

Rumlow smirked, "time to fix you and put you where you belong, y/n."

He didn't even blink as you spit right in his face. Instead, his smirk merely widened as he wiped at your saliva as it dropped down his face. Then, he stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked. “I wonder if all of you tastes this good.”

“You know, no matter what happens to me…if this serum works or kills me, Steve’s gonna find you, and then-“

“Oh, enough fucking around,” Bryce sighed, cutting you off, “she’s boring me now. Get on with it already, we have shit to do.”

"Gimme the needle," Rumlow demanded. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

“Sir…” one of the scientists spoke, “I would highly recommend that you let one of us-“

At that Rumlow spun round and gripped the man by his neck. “I said, give me the needle.”

The man's partner grabbed the needle from the tray and handed it over to Rumlow without comment or query.

Rumlow dropped the scientist from his grip and turned back to you.

“Into the neck, Sir…”

"I know just the spot."

You trembled with fear and disgust, straining against your restraints as you screamed and struggled. Rumlow's left hand gripped your neck, painfully, shutting off your airway and you felt the sharp, pierce of the needle stab you straight in the middle of your bond.

You cried out, a scream curdling enough for the faint of heart. It burned, it hurt.

Rumlow stepped back, as you gasped for air, and felt your body tense, waiting for the rest of the reaction. You didn’t know what was going to happen, but as the pain in your neck subsided…there was nothing.

Whatever it was they’d stuck you with had done nothing. Nothing at all. But they didn’t know that.

And in that moment, that was all you had. A sliver of defiance.

Your eyes flicked around the room, and you saw Sharon. As you opened your mouth to quip some smart ass remark about them being stupid and useless, she gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

Your heart skipped a beat. What the hell was happening?

“What’s…why hasn’t it worked?” You turned towards your brother as he spoke, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Rumlow demanded.

As mutters spread across the lab, despite your confusion, you knew that they were expecting something. And if you didn’t give it to them, god knows what they were going to do.

So you faked it.

Suddenly, you let your head fall back as you screamed, thrashed, gripped the arms of the chair. You rolled your eyes back, jerked and twisted. And after ten or so seconds you sagged forward, your chin resting on your chest.

In your moment of fake exhaustion, Rumlow instructed for you to be released. The straps gave way and you let your body fall limply forward to the floor.

“Omega, stand.”

The alpha command was strong, but for some reason, you found it almost easy to ignore. Your training with Natasha paying off. Nevertheless, you rose to your feet, tears in your eyes.

“Please…” you gasped.

“Come here.”

You stumbled towards him, taking care to make it look like you had no choice, which when all was said and done, you didn’t really.

You stopped in front of him, your entire body trembling as he bent, scenting you once more.

“Still smells of him.”

“I told you…”

“Yeah yeah,” he waved Sharon away before he grinned, “doesn’t matter. It’s all irrelevant now anyway.” His hand gripped your chin, his fingers bruisingly tight, “do not fight this, Omega…”

His lips crashed to yours. You gave a whimper, tears flushing down your cheeks as you fought everything you had in you that was telling you to struggle. You remained passive, as his tongue invaded your mouth, soft cries of protest escaping you.

Eventually, he let you go, nosing at your neck again as he gave a little growl of arousal.

“See, the bond means shit, you’re powerless now to do anything but obey.” He whispered and you turned your head away, your chin dropping in submission as your tears fell to the floor. “And much as I would love to take you somewhere and really test that out, I have more pressing things to deal with first…” he stepped back, and turned to the rest of the bystanders. “Take her back to her cell, and prep the Alpha serum.” Rumlow instructed, his smugness at the seeming success of his experiment was clear in his face, voice and aura.

You stumbled again as you were hauled back the way you had been led. You were tossed, unceremoniously onto the cot, and the door shut.

You waited, making sure they were clear, and you had just raised your hand to touch your bond, to communicate with Steve, when you heard a loud explosion from somewhere outside.

*****

Coulson readied his team as the smoke started to clear, "boots ready for extraction."

“Comms on six!” Hill instructed as their troops descended the ramp, “you know the drill, go!”

The gun fire started immediately, but Shield had the upper hand thanks to the element of surprise. As Coulson led his team to their position, Hill headed with hers in the opposite direction, and thirty seconds later they had breached the compound.

Hill glanced at her watch, “be ready…” she spoke and no sooner had she done so, the power shut off, leaving the entire place in darkness.

As the night vision goggles the team were prepped with kicked into play, they swept deeper into the base, yells and the sounds of guns and grenades, smoke bombs and fists connecting filled the air.

From your cell, you had no idea what was going on, bar there was clearly some fighting occurring and your heart surged.

Again, you raised your hand to your neck but you were once more interrupted. Your door flung open and Sharon held out her hand, “time to go.”

“No.”

“Y/N, come on. We don’t have time…”

"I…what’s going on? I don’t-“

“Look, I need to get you out before Rumlow gets here!”

You hesitated, as your eyes quickly jumped from her hand to her face.

“Please, Magpie…”

The use of your nickname caused your brain to fire, bringing you to your senses and you grabbed her hand and she flung you and herself into the hall.

It was pitch black, you were barely able to make out where you were putting your feet but you clung to Sharon’s hand as she led you through the winding corridors. As you rounded the corner, you heard someone yell and Sharon spun, tugging you behind her. She fired off her pistol, the flash illuminating one of the guards behind you and he fell to the floor.

She spun again, pulling you with her and soon you entered a large room which looked like some form of office.

“This way,” she continued to lead you and you headed through god know how many doors and archways before she stopped and spun sharply to her right, gun held up.

“It’s okay, it’s me.”

A torch flashed on and you blinked. You could just make out the face of a dark haired, pretty woman, her aura and smell telling you she was an alpha.

“Hill…” Sharon nodded.

“Coulson’s team have the exit covered.” The woman called Hill stated and then she turned to you. “You ready?”

You nodded frantically and a whispered yes came from your lips.

Sharon turned to you, both hands on your shoulders. “You run, okay…keep going to the jet. Don’t stop no matter what. You hear me? That’s an order.”

A door in front of you flung open, and you blinked at the harsh light of the setting sun before you set off at a sprint. You kept going, heading towards the jet, Sharon and Hill flanking you, firing off their guns as they went.

More and more people joined you, all dressed in identical black tac-ops outfits. The blood pounded in your ears, your breathing deep as you drew on all your physical training to keep going. Eventually, your feet hit the metal ramp of the waiting jet and you tripped up it, two hands grabbing yours as they hauled you in.

“Go!” A loud male voice instructed, and the jet started to rise.

You sat up, watching as the Hydra base began to grow smaller and smaller, before the ramp closed shutting it from view. You let out a sob as the thrusters fired, powering the jet forward.

“Y/N?” A kind voice spoke and you wiped your face, turning to look at the man who it belonged to. “I’m Agent Phil Coulson with Shield. You’re safe now, okay? We’re taking you back to HQ.”

“Where…where’s Steve?”

"I'm told he’ll be at HQ waiting for you. He was only just briefed on your rescue by director Fury."

You gave a little nod and then took the outstretched hand as you were helped to your feet. You turned to look at Sharon, who was slumped against the wall of the jet, her hand pressed to her arm, blood seeping through her fingers.

“Flesh wound.” She shook her head, “EMT will patch me up.”

"Can I get a med-pak for Agent Carter?” Hill called out.

“I don’t…I don’t understand…you…”

“I’ve been undercover for a year. I never meant for this…I’m sorry,” she sighed as an agent approached with a small green box.

Your mind was swimming. You glanced around, trying to make sense of what the fuck had just happened.

“What did they inject me with?” You managed to ask, accepting a bottle of water which was offered to you.

"That's not my department, but what I do know is it was fake." Sharon winced a moment as her wound was cleaned.

“It was a synthetic form of the genome,” Coulson stepped forward, answering you as you slumped into a seat, “mixed with a small dose of glycolic and hydrochloride acid.”

“It burned…”

“Yeah, it needed to replicate some form of reaction.” Coulson gave you an apologetic smile before he then nodded to the cockpit. “Do you want to speak to Cap?”

“I don’t need the radio…” you shivered, as you raised a shaking hand and pressed it to your mark.

*****

“Steve…”

The Captain spun and watched as his best friend walked into the control room. The two embraced quickly and Bucky stepped back.

“Any news?”

“Not yet,” Steve spat, kicking out at a chair and sending it crashing to the floor. One of the Agents who was sat at a computer turned, before he spun back quickly as Bucky shot him a look.

“This is gonna be fine.”

“You don’t know that, Buck. No one does…and it’s driving me insane being here and not…” Steve trailed off, a choked sob brewing in his chest as his back pressed against the wall of the room. “I swear to god if anything happens to her I will kill fury…”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment as Steve slumped to the floor, hands resting on his knees.

“Steve, I…I want to apologise,” Bucky swallowed as he sat next to him, his hand running through his hair.

"For what?"

“I haven’t been…as nice to Y/N or as supportive to you as I could have been. I thought…” he trailed off as Steve looked at him.

“Thought what?”

“The info that Hydra had…I still get blank periods, times when I just black out and…” Bucky shook his head.

“You were worried it was you giving them info.” Steve finished for him, a pang of sympathy lancing across his chest, “oh, Buck…”

“I thought if I distanced myself, then it would help.”

“Yeah well, it wasn’t you. You’re just another person in all of this that Fury has fucked over.”

"If it's any consolation, I know she's going to be alright, Steve. She's your mate, anyone willing to bond with you has to be strong as hell."

“Punk…”

Bucky chuckled lightly as he gently pressed a hand to his best friend's shoulder. He gave it a gentle squeeze in assurance until Steve jolted from him.

“Steve…”

Steve held his hand up, before he shakingly pressed his other to his neck.

Doll?

I'm okay.

Oh…thank god…baby I’ve been so worried. I’m so sorry this happened I…

It’s not your fault…

No, I should have protected you…

Hush… save it, please. I’m okay, I’m fine.

With tears in his eyes, Steve turned to Bucky, “she’s okay, they got her out…”

Bucky nodded. He turned to the agent next to him at a set of computers. "ETA on Coulson?"

"5 clicks, Sergent Barnes."

“Not long, Steve…” he gripped his shoulder.

It might not have been long, but for Steve it felt like an eternity. He constantly kept pressing his neck, just to hear your voice. Eventually, they got word the jet was arriving and Steve hurried outside to the landing bay, watching as the it lowered down through the trees which hid the large base from view.

You hadn't even waited for the platform to meet the tarmac fully before you were taking off from the metal grating. At a sprint, Steve met you.

You flung yourself into his strong arms as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. One arm supported you as the other cradled your head against his neck, fingers cupping the back of your head.

The relief at being reunited with your alpha, your soulmate cascaded over you like warm sunshine as he held you close, you sobbing into his skin.

“Oh baby,” he stuttered, “I’m so sorry, if I’d have known what was going on…”

"I'm okay, we're okay." You cried.

A throat being cleared behind Steve brought the two of you from your moment. "If we could carry on with this reunion inside, we'd all be more appreciative." Fury's voice made you shake.

Steve snarled as he set you on your feet and glared at the man behind you. “Fuck off.”

"Steve...." Tony interjected.

“I’m not interested,” Steve spat, “he is the reason she was taken, his lies and secrets. I got nothing to say. As of now, I don’t want anything to do with Shield, or him, I’m done. No more.”

"Steve....." you whispered, "this isn't over."

“I didn’t say that,” he looked at you, his voice slightly softer, “I know it’s far from over. But how can we follow someone who we can’t even trust?” He turned to Fury, pointing at him with the arm that wasn’t firmly wrapped round you. “You know, I knew Shield could be morally grey but this…this is something else. Maybe Hydra isn’t the only division that needs bringing to its knees.”

“What are you suggesting?” Fury asked.

“I’m suggesting that nothing will change until we do.” Steve shook his head. “As long as Shield exists, so will Hydra.”

“Okay, I think maybe you’re…”

“No, he’s right.” Clint stepped forward, “we won the war last time but, well, just look around.”

“ We’re still divided, red states and blue,” Natasha added, “whilst there’s that divide, this is always going to be a threat.”

“Are you suggesting a collaboration?” Hill arched her brow.

“No, I’m suggesting the opposite.” Steve spoke, “Shield, Hydra…it all goes.”

The room fell silent as everyone contemplated his words. He was right, and most people in there would have admitted it had they been honest. But even if they didn’t agree, you knew it wouldn’t matter to Steve. There would be no convincing him otherwise. There never was.

Bucky looked at the two of you and his eyes met Steve’s. He’s best friend raised his chin defiantly, and Bucky gave him a small nod.

“To the end of the line.”

Steve then turned around, each person in the room answering in their own way before he reached Tony.

“Well, my tower’s trashed so…what the hell, a fight to the death gets me out of choosing wall paper for the remodel…” He picked a piece of lint off his sleeve. “This time we bury them for good.”

All eyes then flicked to Fury who took a deep breath, and looked to Hill and then Coulson. When he found no opposition to Steve’s proposal, he turned to the Captain and held his hands up.

“Looks like you’re calling the shots now.”

Steve stood tall, drawing his shoulders back as he took a deep breath. To win the war on Hydra this time, he had to cut off the head and make damned sure two more didn’t grow in its place.

And he knew that the end of Hydra would come from the death of one man and one man alone.

“What’s our play, Cap?” Sam asked.

“I’m gonna kill Rumlow,” his voice was level but laced with a definitive tone that left no room for argument, “and end this once and for all.”

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A Gentleman and a Scholar

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Pairings:Bryce Langley (Fierce People) x Reader (Finn as a female)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: This is a dark story so if you’re not about that, don’t read it and traumatize yourself, okay? Please read responsibly. Bad language, acid use, non-con, dub-con, explicit sex, oral sex, taking advantage of someone under the influence of drugs.

Summary: Bryce catches you at Maya’s birthday party to give you a present.

A/N: A bit of a rattlesnake. Not sure where this came from but...

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“Finn? What are you doing skulking around over here?”

You cringed at the sound of Bryce’s voice. It was bad enough that you felt completely out of place at the party his grandfather had thrown to celebrate Maya’s birthday.

Sure, the red dress your Mom had picked out for you was lovely, had you looking like you belonged there even though you didn’t. Not really. You and she were poor imposters, there because of her weird relationship with Mr. Osborne. It was only a matter of time before they pointed that out to you, cast you out.

You also resented the fact that Mr. Osborne’s money paid for what you wore.

Bryce grinned, his gaze moving over you with an interest he’d never had in you previously. The dress showed off the curves you usually hid in baggy clothes at college. The heels made your legs look endless. Your mother had even arranged your hair in a wild riot of curls.

“Look at you,” Bryce said as he wrapped a heavy arm around you, pulling you into the solid muscle of his own body. He was warm, smelled like sweat and Armani. “You been hiding all this from me?”

Dropping your gaze, you shook your head. Bryce has always been like an older brother to you. A gorgeous, terrifying older brother but still… You’d come to live here your senior year of high school and you’d managed to be just a third or fifth wheel most of the time when you spent time with him, Maya, and their endless parade of significant others. Three years later, you thought you were pretty good at being invisible most of the time.

“Let’s get out of here,” Bryce said low in your ear. His hand slid from your waist to your hip, slid down to flagrantly mold itself around your ass cheek.

You dodged out of his hold like a scared rabbit. It took everything you had to meet his gaze.

“I would,” you said, not wanting to piss him off because you knew it was important to your mother’s position. “But… I didn’t sleep well last night… I’m really tired.�� It sounded lame to your own ears. “I’m just gonna turn in I think.”

Bryce rolled his eyes, wrapping a huge hand around your elbow and pulling you after him.

“Bryce,” you tried to pull against him, but he wasn’t having it. “What are you doing?”

Leading you to a bench near the musicians’ stand, he put a finger to his lips and pulled a dropper bottle from the pocket of his slacks.

“Just giving you a little something to help you sleep,” Bryce whispered, motioning you close.

Oh, okay. That didn’t sound so bad. You’d done weed with them before.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” Bryce whispered as he pulled the dropper top off the bottle. “Nice and wide.”

You did what he wanted, not really liking the way his eyes somewhat glazed over as he stared at you. Blowing out an exhale, he took the dropper, shaking several drops from it onto your tongue. You closed your mouth, sliding your tongue around your mouth. You tasted nothing. That could have been water for all you knew.

“What is that?” you asked timidly.

Bryce’s grin was positively indecent. “Liquid acid.”

What the fuck?

“Better run home now,” he told you, grinning. “Get into bed.”

The world was already shifting around you, a whirl of bright pretty lights. You heard the sound of Bryce’s chuckle, rich and warm.

Yes, you’d head home. Bed sounded nice.

You’d just turned to do that when hard hands covered the spaghetti straps of your dress, strong fingers lightly digging into your shoulders.

“Run home red riding hood,” Bryce whispered into your ear from behind you. “Get home fast before the big bad wolf comes and eats you.”

You had to laugh at that. A fairytale. Bryce was so funny.

Weaving your way through party guests, you waved to Maya when she called out to you. You didn’t stop though. Your head felt fuzzy, your sight was dim. Oh, when you got to bed it was going to be the best night’s sleep you ever had. You’d thank Bryce tomorrow.

You reached the edge of the woods that would lead to the small cottage you shared with your Mom when you weren’t away at college. The fireflies were magical, floating around you like you were their queen and you smiled at their play, the way they left swirls of light all around you.

The August moon was high overhead and it was so warm out. You stopped and pulled off the heels your Mom had you wear. You wanted to feel the earth beneath your feet, to feel like you were part of the majesty of the night.

You felt like a child of the forest, skipping along by the light of the moon until you reached the huge oak tree there in the clearing. Laughing, watching the stars streak across the sky like comets, you started skipping around the tree happily. You were halfway home.

When strong arms wrapped around you tightly, trapping your arms to your sides, you squealed in surprise. Whoever it was had a black jacket on, and he was much bigger than you were. When his hold tightened, you huffed out a breath.

“Oh, please… don’t eat me, Mr. Wolf,” you managed. It was him, right? “Whoever you are…”

You sucked in air as whoever had you pulled you to the ground. You thought you were fighting them. Hell, you didn’t know. Okay, guess not. Your knees met the soft mossy ground beneath the tree and your heels flew from your hand as the person seemed determined to press more of you into the earth.

You got a whiff of… Armani?

Bryce?

“Bryce?” you called out as he pushed in you into the earth, your breasts flattening against it. “It’s you?” You laughed. “You’re the big bad wolf?”

His pause gave you a moment to turn your upper body enough to see him behind you, some type of black mask over his head. Without hesitation, you grabbed it and yanked it off his head.

Sandy blond hair in disarray formed a halo in the moonlight about his head. His expression was pure surprise that melted quickly into his trademark grin. Bryce? Bryce was the big bad wolf? For real?

“Too late,” Bryce told you, pulling off the black jacket now, ripping off the dress shirt he’d been wearing at the party next. “I told you to hurry home,” he chided you.

“Or the… wolf was going to eat me,” you told him even as he roughly grabbed your hips and pressed you on your back now. “You didn’t tell me…”

You watched wide-eyed as he opened his slacks, shoved them down his slim hips. Bryce wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock was just… You’d never seen one like that. You’d only fucked a couple of guys, granted, but they didn’t look like that. Bryce was big.

Did he have a bigger prick because he was the big, bad wolf?

Taking it in hand, Bryce stroked himself up and down, straddling your chest. When did he get that close?

“I didn’t tell you what?” his voice sounded so loud in the darkness.

“That you were the… wolf,” you managed as that cock, his hand, moved even closer to your face. “You lied to me.”

Bryce’s chuckle was a dark sound that had you shivering in the grass. “I’ve been lying to you for years… Now, open that pretty mouth for me. Nice and wide.”

You laughed. “I already did that,” you reminded him.

You didn’t fight him when he pressed the hot head of himself against the seam of your lips. You did open for him, nice and wide. Saliva pooled in your mouth as he began to slide himself into your mouth, back out, and in again.

One hand clutched in your curls and it hurt. He held your head still for himself as he continued to fuck your face in slow, careful strokes.

“That’s it,” he told you, the moonlight echoing off the flash of white teeth. His gaze was fixed on you, watching himself slid in and out of your face like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “Watch your teeth, Red. I don’t want to have to knock them out.”

Knock out your teeth? No. That wouldn’t be good. You’d look funny. So you wrapped your lips around your teeth, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as his strokes sped up. His cock worked itself further into your mouth, towards the back of your throat. Once it met that resistance, his fingers tightened in your hair. He held you still, keeping the head of his dick back there for one beat, two beats… Your lungs burned.

Oh, you needed to breath.

You didn’t mean to spit him out, but you started coughing. Swiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, you wrapped an arm around your ribs as you tried to get yourself back under control.

Bryce moved back, letting you sit up and watching you carefully.

“I’m sorry,” you told him.

Again, that sinful grin, that laugh. “Oh, you’re going to make it up to me.”

Your world spun. Bryce flipped you onto your stomach, the move so fast your fingers were clawing at the grass so you could right yourself. You felt him pulling up the skirt of your dress. The air was cold on your thighs and ass as he ripped at the top of your panty hose, ripped off your panties.

“Bryce?” You weren’t ready to get in bed yet. What was he doing? You weren’t even back at the cottage. “What are you doing?”

“Gonna fuck you, Red,” he told you with his breath coming fast.

You felt his fingers sliding between the cheeks of your ass, down into your folds. They slid there roughly, circling your entrance, circling your clit in a way that had you bucking up under him. One hand landed between your shoulder blades, shoving you down and holding you there.

“But I promised you something, didn’t I?” Bryce’s voice was low and dark.

“What? What did you promise?” You couldn’t remember. Weren’t you supposed to get to bed?

“That I’d eat you…”

You panicked. You tried to crawl away, but he was so much stronger than you were.

Bryce hauled your hips up from the ground and then…

“Oh,” you gasped, feeling his lips and tongue all over you. “Wait…”

But talking was hard. Whatever he was doing felt amazing. It was wet and warm. The movement of his tongue had you fighting to push back into his face. He was laughing into your aching flesh, really going at it until you couldn’t breathe. Pressure built in your core, spirals of perfect pleasure, and it was coming for you like a whole pack of wolves. When you came, you screamed, long and loud. Helplessly you watched as the world spun around you, your body flooded with the currents of fire.

While you waited for the spinning to slow, you felt Bryce’s weight drop on you, felt the hot brand of his cock against the tender, wet flesh of your inner thigh. One arm wrapped around you, his hand clamping over your mouth.

“I doubt anyone heard you, Red,” Bryce whispered hotly in your ear. “But I’d really prefer no one come along to rescue you until I’ve fucked you raw so…”

The other hand was pushing him into you. The burn and stretch got your attention.

No. No. It wasn’t going to work. It wasn’t going to fit. You tried to tell him that beneath his hand.

“Shhhh,” Bryce soothed into you ear as he bottomed out inside you. His thick thighs pushed yours wider, his weight pressing you deeper into the cool grass. “Just relax.”

When he started moving inside you, it took your breath. You were pinned between him and the ground. It felt like the hard length of him would split you in half and his movements stung like fire at first. You tried to get his attention, tried to beg him just to give you a moment. The pain brought you back just a little from the euphoric state you’d been in.

If Bryce noticed your discomfort, you couldn’t tell. His hips powered into you, his thrusts firm and gaining speed while his tongue traced lazily along the shell of your ear.

“If I’d known… Mmm... how good your pussy was Red,” Bryce whispered hotly into your ear before plugging it with his tongue for a beat, “I’d have fucked you a long time ago.”

The stinging and the edge of pain started to fade after a few moments, blending with a craving that grew from deep inside you. You had to fight to breathe when his fingers shifted, covering your nose and your mouth. Bryce pushed your thighs wider, got even deeper in you. His thrusts came harder, faster.

Your fingers clawed at the grass and you felt light-headed. Your lungs burned, your pussy burned. Your walls clung to him with each push, wanting to hang onto him while the waves of pending pleasure rose again. Bryce was embedded so deep in you, you didn’t know if you’d ever be free of him.

When he slid a hand beneath you to stroke at the tiny center of your pleasure, you began crying out and screaming behind that hand, your channel clamping around him desperately as he continued to fuck you.

“Don’t fight me, Red,” he huffed into your ear, more of his weight bearing down on you. “Come… The way your little snatch… is grabbing me, I can’t wait… to feel you come around my dick.”

It wasn’t long until he got his wish. You thrashed beneath him, wild and screaming, and he held onto you as the world, the fireflies, the stars, the trees – all floated around you like you were caught up in a tornado that would take you to Oz. You came, came again. You screamed and bit his fingers, tasting blood on your tongue.

When it finally began to slow, Bryce tightened around you like a python. The beautiful snake in Eden. His was a deep, guttural cry as his hips jerked into you over and over to pump out his release.

You collapsed beneath him, the grass and dirt stable and soft beneath you. You could stay there. It was quiet. Choruses of crickets began to play their music as you enjoyed the ability to breathe, to pull that cool night air into you aching lungs.

Dimly, you were aware that he was moving around you. Slitting open your eyes, you watched as he stuffed the mask and the scrap that used to be your panties into the pocket of his jacket, tying it around his waist. He’d done up his pants, pulled on the dress shirt though he left it open. As you watched, he swiped his left hand over the tail of his shirt, leaving a streak of blood.

You blew out a tired exhale. “You killed me,” you whispered. It sounded like a song. “Red never made it home…”

Kneeling next to you, you felt his hand skim over your ass and dip into the wet that pooled between your thighs, smearing it over your lower lips, your thighs.

“Are you going to leave me here in the woods?” you asked in a pitiful voice. “To die?”

“Fuck, no,” Bryce said on a laugh. Then he was hauling you up from the ground like you were a broken doll. Why were your shoes hanging from his fingers? “You were right about one thing.”

You grunted as his shoulder tucked into your middle and you were hauled up over one broad shoulder, dangling over his wide back.

“What?” you cried thinking you were a long way from the ground.

“You won’t make it home tonight.” Bryce started walking with you back in the direction of the party.

You yelped when he landed a solid smack on your tender backside. “Where am I going?”

“Back to my place,” he said, walking in no particular hurry. “I’m going to tie you to bed and try out that ass next.”

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