Tabula Rasa; Chapter 8: Decamp
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Title: Tabula Rasa
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: Captain America: The Winter Soldier & Iron Man (MCU)
Genre: Drama, erotica
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier), J.A.R.V.I.S., Tony Stark (Iron Man). Mentioned: Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Pairing: Bucky/Tony
Summary: The Winter Soldier is en-route to figuring out who he is and makes a pit stop at the Avengers Tower, looking for a safe place to get a good night’s sleep. His host’s initial lack of trust is, surprisingly, mollified by the metal arm HYDRA gave him, and the Winter Soldier finds himself at a newfound realization that he’s a free man and as such he can do what he wants, when he wants, with whomever he wants. Tony Stark’s presence is simply convenient - or so he tells himself.
Complete.
Written for: Marvel Bang 2014. (marvel-bang)
Also fills a square on my card on Kink Bingo’s round 6 (square: “mechanical / technological”)
Artist: Suku (sukuiddo @ Tumblr / allyoucaneater) [ART @ AO3 ♥]
Warnings: Sexual content (M/M, sexual technophilia, hand jobs, oral sex, anal fingering & anal sex), language. Implied: canonical violence, mind control & brainwashing.
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Chapter 8: Decamp
Four hours after falling asleep beside Stark’s spent body, Bucky extracted himself from the sheets and collected his clothing. He would go to his own room, shower and get the rest of his things, then leave before sunrise.
He halted in the doorway of Stark’s bedroom, looking back at the man. The sheets were no longer covering him after Bucky’s escape and with a small scowl, Bucky went back to the bed and lifted the sheets back in place. It was ridiculous and he knew that, but Stark would sleep longer if he didn’t get cold so it was rational to aid that cause and keep him from drawing out Bucky’s departure.
While he was there, he took notice of Stark’s phone on the nightstand - that and his wallet.
Deciding that he needed money, he picked up the leather wallet and browsed through it, finding more cash than he had thought likely with one such as Tony Stark. He took the money and put down the wallet, then shifted his hand and grabbed his phone, too, supposing that he could use it at least once before dumping it.
He turned, stashing his findings in his pants pocket, then gave the sleeping man one last look. He could break his neck and not have anyone know he had been here, but there was no real heat behind that thought.
Still, to figure out if he wanted to do that after all, to cover his tracks, he reached out with his left hand and allowed it to hover over the relaxed face, tracing the now-familiar features before softly brushing against his lips.
No, he decided. He wouldn’t kill him. Not unless he became a problem. Stark had given him many lessons during his stay and had helped Bucky discover parts of himself he wouldn’t otherwise have gotten to know for a long time to come. He wouldn’t go as far as to say he was in the other man’s debt, but killing him didn’t appeal to him.
Moving his hand back, he took a step to leave, already taking inventory of all the things he needed to pack before he left - then backpedaled and turned towards the bed again, staring intently at Stark’s face.
That thing he had thought to do before, but hadn’t… it was clear in his mind now. And, just like he had been trained, thought became action before his body was consciously aware of it and he leaned down, pressing his lips against Stark’s, soft and careful not to wake the other man up.
Baffled, he straightened again, frowning deeply. It eluded him, the real reasoning behind the action, so he eventually let it go with a shrug and walked out, not looking back this time.
- - -
The sun was coming up as he walked across the Brooklyn Bridge Promenade. There were only a few other people around, cars driving past him on both sides. A few seagulls lazily hung in the air, barely flapping their wings at all.
In the relative silence, the buzz of the phone in his pocket was loud, and his hand instantly grabbed for it as if it were going to reveal his position to the enemy. His eyes scanned the screen and the text announcing an ‘incoming call’.
Suspicious, he slid a finger of his right hand across the screen to accept the call.
“So,” Stark’s voice greeted him before he had to come up with something to say, “you steal my lunch money and disappear into the night,” the man stated snidely.
“At least I didn’t beat you up before I did,” he retorted.
“I also hope you realize that you stole my phone; I can track it anywhere you go.”
Of course he had known that, but he had still taken it. He had half a mind to toss it over the side of the bridge and let Stark fish it out of the East River. Instead, he selected another reply: “That was the point.”
Stark hesitated for a moment. “Good,” he decided then, and instantly continued: “Are we still not telling Rogers about this?”
“Do you want to tell Rogers about this?” Bucky wasn’t talking about his visit but the other things that had happened.
“He doesn’t need to know,” Stark decided.
“That’s what I thought,” Bucky hummed and kept walking. Stark didn’t ask where he was going to go. He didn’t need to, seeing as he could track his phone. The idea made Bucky uneasy, but he still held onto the device instead of throwing it over the side of the bridge. “Thanks,” he finally grumbled. “For… whatever.”
“Whatever? Is that what we’re calling it now - or is that what you were calling it back then?” Stark huffed back.
“Shut up,” he snapped. “I’m getting tired of this conversation.”
“You’re welcome,” Stark told him swiftly, as if sensing Bucky was going to hang up on him. “I would tell you to stay out of trouble but I would be wasting my breath, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay,” he said, sickeningly chipper. “Keep in touch, if you feel the need. You can use this number: it will route through J.A.R.V.I.S. and keep your call nice and private.”
“Why would I call?” Bucky asked, trying to sound like he couldn’t think of a single reason why.
Stark chuckled and hung up.
Bucky lowered the phone from his ear and checked the screen. He could see a number now, more complex than a usual phone number. He pressed it to save it, and after a brief debate wrote ‘TONY’ as a contact name.
Pocketing the phone, he resumed walking, the sun warm on his face as it climbed higher in the sky. Near the end of the bridge he turned briefly to look back towards Manhattan, fairly certain he could see Avengers Tower’s windows glittering in the sunlight - then a stream of red and gold shooting up towards the brightening sky until his eyes could no longer follow it.
He turned and kept on walking, with no actual goal in mind, but he was surprisingly fine with that. For a little bit back there, he had been who he wanted to be, and that felt good. All he had to do now was keep at it, and keep knocking down the walls in his mind, and eventually, he would be his own man again.
The End
Story info
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: Captain America: The Winter Soldier & Iron Man (MCU)
Genre: Drama, erotica
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier), J.A.R.V.I.S., Tony Stark (Iron Man). Mentioned: Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Pairing: Bucky/Tony
Summary: The Winter Soldier is en-route to figuring out who he is and makes a pit stop at the Avengers Tower, looking for a safe place to get a good night’s sleep. His host’s initial lack of trust is, surprisingly, mollified by the metal arm HYDRA gave him, and the Winter Soldier finds himself at a newfound realization that he’s a free man and as such he can do what he wants, when he wants, with whomever he wants. Tony Stark’s presence is simply convenient - or so he tells himself.
Complete.
Written for: Marvel Bang 2014. (marvel-bang)
Also fills a square on my card on Kink Bingo’s round 6 (square: “mechanical / technological”)
Artist: Suku (sukuiddo @ Tumblr / allyoucaneater) [ART @ AO3 ♥]
Warnings: Sexual content (M/M, sexual technophilia, hand jobs, oral sex, anal fingering & anal sex), language. Implied: canonical violence, mind control & brainwashing.
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Chapter 8: Decamp
Four hours after falling asleep beside Stark’s spent body, Bucky extracted himself from the sheets and collected his clothing. He would go to his own room, shower and get the rest of his things, then leave before sunrise.
He halted in the doorway of Stark’s bedroom, looking back at the man. The sheets were no longer covering him after Bucky’s escape and with a small scowl, Bucky went back to the bed and lifted the sheets back in place. It was ridiculous and he knew that, but Stark would sleep longer if he didn’t get cold so it was rational to aid that cause and keep him from drawing out Bucky’s departure.
While he was there, he took notice of Stark’s phone on the nightstand - that and his wallet.
Deciding that he needed money, he picked up the leather wallet and browsed through it, finding more cash than he had thought likely with one such as Tony Stark. He took the money and put down the wallet, then shifted his hand and grabbed his phone, too, supposing that he could use it at least once before dumping it.
He turned, stashing his findings in his pants pocket, then gave the sleeping man one last look. He could break his neck and not have anyone know he had been here, but there was no real heat behind that thought.
Still, to figure out if he wanted to do that after all, to cover his tracks, he reached out with his left hand and allowed it to hover over the relaxed face, tracing the now-familiar features before softly brushing against his lips.
No, he decided. He wouldn’t kill him. Not unless he became a problem. Stark had given him many lessons during his stay and had helped Bucky discover parts of himself he wouldn’t otherwise have gotten to know for a long time to come. He wouldn’t go as far as to say he was in the other man’s debt, but killing him didn’t appeal to him.
Moving his hand back, he took a step to leave, already taking inventory of all the things he needed to pack before he left - then backpedaled and turned towards the bed again, staring intently at Stark’s face.
That thing he had thought to do before, but hadn’t… it was clear in his mind now. And, just like he had been trained, thought became action before his body was consciously aware of it and he leaned down, pressing his lips against Stark’s, soft and careful not to wake the other man up.
Baffled, he straightened again, frowning deeply. It eluded him, the real reasoning behind the action, so he eventually let it go with a shrug and walked out, not looking back this time.
- - -
The sun was coming up as he walked across the Brooklyn Bridge Promenade. There were only a few other people around, cars driving past him on both sides. A few seagulls lazily hung in the air, barely flapping their wings at all.
In the relative silence, the buzz of the phone in his pocket was loud, and his hand instantly grabbed for it as if it were going to reveal his position to the enemy. His eyes scanned the screen and the text announcing an ‘incoming call’.
Suspicious, he slid a finger of his right hand across the screen to accept the call.
“So,” Stark’s voice greeted him before he had to come up with something to say, “you steal my lunch money and disappear into the night,” the man stated snidely.
“At least I didn’t beat you up before I did,” he retorted.
“I also hope you realize that you stole my phone; I can track it anywhere you go.”
Of course he had known that, but he had still taken it. He had half a mind to toss it over the side of the bridge and let Stark fish it out of the East River. Instead, he selected another reply: “That was the point.”
Stark hesitated for a moment. “Good,” he decided then, and instantly continued: “Are we still not telling Rogers about this?”
“Do you want to tell Rogers about this?” Bucky wasn’t talking about his visit but the other things that had happened.
“He doesn’t need to know,” Stark decided.
“That’s what I thought,” Bucky hummed and kept walking. Stark didn’t ask where he was going to go. He didn’t need to, seeing as he could track his phone. The idea made Bucky uneasy, but he still held onto the device instead of throwing it over the side of the bridge. “Thanks,” he finally grumbled. “For… whatever.”
“Whatever? Is that what we’re calling it now - or is that what you were calling it back then?” Stark huffed back.
“Shut up,” he snapped. “I’m getting tired of this conversation.”
“You’re welcome,” Stark told him swiftly, as if sensing Bucky was going to hang up on him. “I would tell you to stay out of trouble but I would be wasting my breath, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay,” he said, sickeningly chipper. “Keep in touch, if you feel the need. You can use this number: it will route through J.A.R.V.I.S. and keep your call nice and private.”
“Why would I call?” Bucky asked, trying to sound like he couldn’t think of a single reason why.
Stark chuckled and hung up.
Bucky lowered the phone from his ear and checked the screen. He could see a number now, more complex than a usual phone number. He pressed it to save it, and after a brief debate wrote ‘TONY’ as a contact name.
Pocketing the phone, he resumed walking, the sun warm on his face as it climbed higher in the sky. Near the end of the bridge he turned briefly to look back towards Manhattan, fairly certain he could see Avengers Tower’s windows glittering in the sunlight - then a stream of red and gold shooting up towards the brightening sky until his eyes could no longer follow it.
He turned and kept on walking, with no actual goal in mind, but he was surprisingly fine with that. For a little bit back there, he had been who he wanted to be, and that felt good. All he had to do now was keep at it, and keep knocking down the walls in his mind, and eventually, he would be his own man again.
The End
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