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A Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier Fic - The Constant	By : TheConstant1944 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Captain America Views: 2391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Sixty-Four
The Constant & The Winter Soldier - The Wife & Her Brother

John and Kate Martins are twins, but not identical. They share the same colouring, the same green eyes...and same ruthless cruel streak. As orphans they learnt early on in life to live and survive on their wits, their charms and to only trust each other.
Hydra propelled them into money and power and now in their early thirties they have both. They are rising stars within the ranks of Hydra. They have killed, beaten, maimed and corrupted others. They have destroyed lives and taken everything from people. But they are easily bored, easily frustrated and so they continue to work for Hydra, continue to feed their cruel temperaments. They have worked together many times, slept together, done a lot of things together that no brother and sister should do.
This weekend, a double assassination. Only this time they will not be doing the killing. They will be watching. Kate has always had a fascination for the man they call the Winter Soldier, has always wanted to meet him, and they have put themselves in such a position that they can work with him on this mission.
John has told Kate what happened the previous night at the cabin when he and his team had arrived. So the Winter Soldier thinks he is stronger than them, does he? She would take that to heart if she had one. But she doesn't, nor does her brother. They like a challenge. The Winter Soldier has a job to do and they will ensure that he does it...but, why not have a little fun on the side at the same time?
After all, isn't that what living is about?
*
So here you are, trapped by snow in a cabin God only knows where. You can feel the tension in the air between the Winter Soldier's team and the new American team that have just arrived. The leader is cocky. He's in his early thirties, pumped up. That the teams do not like each other is obvious and you wonder if they have ever worked together before. The answer to that would be no.
"The pass is closed but should be open again in the morning. We'll just have to cosy on down until then," John Martins, the leader, says to the Winter Soldier – but he looks at you and winks.
You look away.
The Winter Soldier looks at you and then back at the leader. He doesn’t say a word.
You can see it unsettles Martins that the Winter Soldier does not reply. He is used to using his charm and bonhomie on both men and women. He tries again, the grin on his face is man to man.
"It looks like you're going to be warm tonight. Even brought your own blanket." The grin on his face is pure smut and he nods to the Winter Soldier who turns to look at you again.
He turns back to Martins. "Why? Do you want her?" he asks quietly.
You try not to look shocked. Perhaps you did not hear correctly. He cannot have just offered you to the Americans?
Martins grins, thinks he has scored. His team nudge each other. You see behind them your team are unsettled by this new turn. If Felix was here he would probably say something, nip this in the bud.
"Well now, thats very kind of you. Been a while since we shared, hasn't it boys?" One of them says he has never tasted Russian before. They smirk and look at each other.
You feel your face going red. What is he playing at? There is no way you will go with anyone except him, he knows that, surely he does not mean what he said.
An awful thought crosses your mind. What if he does tell you to go with them? You have been brought along on this mission as an assistant. No one has actually told you what that means, or what role you are to play.
The Winter Soldier shrugs as if to say go ahead and takes a step to the side leaving you alone. You back up until the back of your legs hit the table. There is no where else to go. You do not realise it but your team have their hands on their gun grips; they do not understand what the Winter Soldier is playing at any more than you do.
Martins steps forward until the personal space between the two of you doesn’t exist any more and looks you slowly up and down. He is around the same height as you, beefy but a pretty boy, long dark lashes frame green eyes.
"Of course..." continues the Winter Soldier, "if you touch her I will personally remove any part of you that you touch her with."
Martins hand is in the air, but it is quickly withdrawn.
"Huh?" he says and the Winter Soldier steps forward to where he was, effectively cutting Martins off from his team.
"I will cut off any part of you that touches her. I will kill you if you even breathe the same air as her, and I will take out your eyes if you even look at her." He plays with a knife as he speaks. His team stand up behind the other Americans, guns in hand.
You feel sick. For a moment you thought he was going to go ahead and let this man have you.
Martins backs up, hands in the air.
"Hey, no problem! Let's calm things down here shall we." He realises now this Winter Soldier is deadly; there is nothing in his eyes or on his face but his voice leaves no doubt. He will kill.
'I can wait,' thinks Martins smiling to himself. 'I can wait.'
The Winter Soldier nods to his team and they relax but he keeps hold of his knife and the Americans back right off. They have realised something else about the Winter Soldier. He is American; there is a Brooklyn accent there in the background of his tone, they would recognise it anywhere. They had always assumed the fabled Winter Soldier was Russian.
They walk away to the other side of the room and none of them will look at you.
You move out from where you are and without looking at the Winter Soldier you leave the room and go into the only bedroom the cabin has and close the door. You sit on the edge of the bed, gritting your teeth. You honestly thought for a moment he was going to let them have you. Why? Why did he do that?
After a quarter of an hour the Winter Soldier enters. Everyone is turning in after arranging look-out shift rota. They do not use him for this.
You are still sat on the edge of the bed and when he comes in he comes over but you refuse to look at him, to even speak to him. You stand and go to move to the chair and he stops you by grabbing your arm. You swing around and slap him and he is genuinely surprised. He releases you and you back up to the bottom of the bed against the metal bed post.
"How dare you," your voice is low but he can hear how upset you are. You are trembling with anger.
He just looks at you puzzled and that makes you angrier.
"Why? Why did you do that?" you keep your voice low as you do not want the others to hear you.
He still doesn’t speak.
"I thought...I thought you were going to let them take me," your voice wavers and you clear your throat.
"Why would I do that?" he asks, puzzled.
You don’t know what to say.
"You are mine. You belong to me," he says simply, and that makes the anger fire up again.
"Oh, and is that the only reason you don’t just give me away when you feel like it...because I belong to you? I'm your property?"
He is quiet for a minute and studies you. You hate it when he is like this; you don’t know what he is thinking.
"Did you want to go with them?" he asks.
You close your eyes. After all this time you thought he understood you, you thought he understood the relationship between you both.
You open your eyes and look at him.
"How can you think that? How can you even ask that?” Your eyes search his. There is no clue there. You try to move away but he is so close. He takes hold of your arm again.
"They wanted you, I could see it in their eyes when they came in. We need them for this mission but I needed to let them know you were totally out of bounds. I would never let them hurt you. I would never let anyone hurt you....did you think I wouldn't protect you? Did you think I wouldn't have your back?" his voice is quiet, sad somehow.
You say nothing You have totally misunderstood the situation and he cannot understand how.
You think he will leave but he doesn’t. Instead he pulls you forward and speaks so quietly that if you weren't so close you wouldn't hear him "You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?" he asks.
You rest your head against his chest and you feel all the strain of the last few days drain out of you. This is why you shouldn't come with him on missions. This is why you argued against it.
He lifts your chin up and kisses your lips, then your closed eyes and then your lips again and you kiss him back. He lifts the hem of your top up and you help him take it off and he unclasps your bra at the back.
He doesn’t know how to say he is sorry. And so he shows you.
You go to take his top off but he stops you, saying nothing he releases the button of your jeans and pulls them down. Removes them. You are just standing there in your pants and he kisses you again, one hand stroking your breast, his metal hand drawing a line down your stomach which makes you gasp. It goes down further between your legs and gently traces the outline of you in the material. Then he hooks the side of your pants and kneeling down he draws them down and off. As he takes them off he pushes your feet apart and you hold on to the cold metal railing behind you.
He then leans forward and kisses you and, using his tongue, traces down between your legs and making you forget to breathe. Your hands clench the railing as he explores further and you moan, God you could explode. His metal hand is stroking your inner thigh, stroking the star he carved into your skin there; the other one holds you so you don’t fall. When his tongue enters you, you cry out softly, biting your lip. It doesn’t take long, you are so pent up and he knows you so well, knows your body. It always obeys him.
He stands back up and pulls you forward and kisses you, you can taste yourself on his lips and in his mouth and he kisses you long and deep. Then before you can think, he whispers in your ear.
"You are the only one I trust. I will never let anyone hurt you."
He pulls away and you gulp. You can see he wants you, but he shakes his head and instead moves you to lie down in the bed, he undresses and gets in beside you. You go to touch him but he just shakes his head again. This is for you, just for you.
He kisses you again, trailing his lips down to your breasts. You want him again already. He sucks first one nipple then the other and you wrap your hand in his hair, you want him inside you and you beg him, he looks at you and then lets you guide him in.
He stops you for a moment. He is so close to coming himself he doesn’t want to spoil it for you. When he knows he is under control he starts to move and you can feel him, you can also feel a wave getting ready to crash over you. You want to call out but not here, not with those awful men next door so you bite your lip and he watches as you arch up into him and come. He goes to move out but you wrap your legs around him and don’t let him.
"Please, I want you to.” He studies you, then starts to move again and you watch him come; at the last moment he closes his eyes and you are sure he says your name.
*
How quickly you forget. How quickly that green streak of jealousy rules and devours you.
*
How you hate her. From the moment you first set eyes on her, and her eyes set their sights on him. Your Winter Soldier. Not hers. You hate her.
Katherine Davenport. You even hate her name. You are being unrealistic and you know it. Childish even.
Dark brown glossy hair tumbling down her shoulders, green eyes, beautiful sculptured cheeks, an elegant body. She could be a model, a débutante. Clothed in winter white furs as if they were made for her.
You hate her. You despise her. You despise yourself more.
You have arrived at your destination. The American team have split off. They will be in and around the grounds for the event; two as guests and two as guards. Your own team are being used as security and Felix is here as another guest. None of you are the real people you are supposed to be. You were described as an assistant and you are here to assist the organiser of the function – she doesn't need your help, doesn't know why you have been foisted on her by her bosses, but they wanted you there and so here you are.
“I have done hundreds of these functions and never needed an assistant before!” she keeps telling you, and she is determined that she will not use your help and so you are at a loose end; you do not know quite what to do with yourself.
And the Winter Soldier? He will be here soon with his wife, the beautiful, glamorous Katherine Davenport. It is a gala function, specifically tailored for the rich and famous, to be held here at the old but beautiful Austrian mansion not far from the small town of Moyrhofen.
You are stood looking out of one of the windows watching as more of the guests arrive. It is dark, but huge lights floodlight the area and you can see everyone clearly. There is only one person you really want to see.
Another limousine stops just outside the door and the chauffeur gets out to open the car door. You see it is Daniel Atkins. He opens the back door and the Winter Soldier steps out and your heart misses a beat.
For this evening his name is is Marc Hunter, and he is a rich industrialist. Keeps himself to himself, but recently met and married the beautiful glamorous débutante Katherine Davenport. No pictures are allowed to be taken at this event.
He is dressed in a black tuxedo, bow tie. His left hand is covered in bandages – the only problem that ever occurs when he has to be someone else is what to do about the metal hand – an accident, the skin is healing must keep it covered, doctor's orders. His hair is washed, trimmed, and he is cleanly shaved. His eyes sweep the drive, the front of the house and the windows. They sweep past you, do not even stop and then he turns and holds out his hand to the person getting out.
And as he does so, he is aware of everything around him. The large house, the lights making the frozen gravel of the driveway sparkle, Freya stood looking out of one of the windows. Even with her hair up, he would recognise her anywhere.
He takes Katherine's hand and helps her out of the car. His mission orders are to act as a newly married couple and her hand tightens on his arm and she has already made it obvious she will play the part to the letter. He looks down at those sharp red nails and then at the sculptured hair, the beautiful, but soulless cruel eyes. He must fulfil his programming: he must touch her, must treat her as if she is the most treasured possession he has, but after the mission he will move as far away as possible. Her perfume is cloying and he never wants to smell that scent again. As he moves to walk into the house with her she smiles at him, such a feline smile. Another car drives up and he sees someone he recognises. Jackson Caldwell. As they walk in through the door to the hallway his mind has already moved to the next part of the plan. Finding the exact vicinity of the two men he is there to murder.
Delicate, beautiful, laughing, Katherine Davenport. Hydra - but his wife for tonight. As she steps out you feel as if your heart has been newly torn in two. You feel sick, insanely jealous, furious with him, the way he holds her hand, the way his eyes do not leave her now. She is swaddled in white fur and he holds her to him, shaking hands with others and then they are both moving indoors leaving others to follow in their wake.
This is a private party, just for the rich and famous. The important people. Hydra people. There are so many people moving about in the house; servants, security guards, caterers, everyone busy but you. You feel there is more you should be doing as everyone seems to have a place, a job. But all you can think is you never realised how beautiful she would be, how sick you would feel when you saw his arm around her, pulling her close to him.
*
You do not know who or even what the target is. You do not know what is going to happen or when and you find it sets you on a knife edge. You asked why you were here. An assistant. You were told.
“And what do I assist in?” you asked.
“Don't be facetious, it doesn't suit you.” Maggie had replied. She is getting you to try on one of her suits, trying to make you look business-like – professional is the word she used. “When you get back we are seriously updating your wardrobe,” was her next comment.
Then she presented you with a pair of high heel shoes.
“How the hell am I supposed to walk in these?” you asked.
“Carefully and don't fall over!” were Maggie's last words on the subject.
Last night in the cabin you were filled in on the part you were to play. Your new name is Sarah – Sarah Bowman. They kept it simple because they know you, know your limitations. The Winter Soldier had already been driven away and that is when they told you about Kate Martins – or as she was to be known as - Katherine Davenport. His wife.
You had asked in what way could you be of any help at all and they told you to just make sure you were always close by, there if he needs your help, there if things went awry - you would be an extra exit point. You have been told a car has been parked on a side road just up from the house. They offered you no more information and you know that is all they are prepared to tell you.
*
You hear a noise and turn. Someone is speaking close to you. It is Katherine. You did not hear her come up, so close, so cat like. Those green feline eyes look at you, study your face. You feel yourself blush. Then he is by her side. He glances at you briefly but that is all. His eyes are all for Katherine, for the beauty at your side.
“And this is your...what do they call you? Constance?”
You look at him and his eyes are now back on you, but he doesn't say a word. You look back at her.
“Constant,” you say.
“Sorry?” Her sculptured eyebrows dip slightly in a frown.
You clear your throat. Her eyes are hypnotic; she is used to seducing both sexes and you feel as if she is looking into your soul.
“Constant, not Constance,” you say, aware of your cheeks which have grown warm. And she smiles at you.
“My coat,” she says. It is your turn to frown not understanding. “Take my coat,” her smile changes into one which makes you feel as if you are not worth the dirt under her feet and you flush even more and feeling embarrassed you help her take off her coat. She is wearing a stunning gold dress underneath.
“Be careful,” she hisses as you catch her hair and you apologise before you think.
“I take it you have never had your hair cut?” Her accent is American, low, subtle which you are about to find out is what she is – low and subtle.
You do not want to discuss your life with her so you just say no, it hasn't been cut.
“No I didn't think so. It shows.” It takes you a few seconds to realise the put down.
Before you can think of a rejoinder she turns and puts her hand on the Winter Soldier's arm and smiles at him. The smile is a private one of promises to come. They go to move away but she turns back to you one more time.
“Marc didn't mention you were off...Russian...stock...” You can see the word she meant to use was peasantry and your cheeks flush again. Your hand tightens on her coat and loudly she says “Oh do be careful with my coat, it's worth more than you are, you stupid girl.” Other guests look over and you swallow again, needing to get out of here. All the time the Winter Soldier just looks at you, his eyes hooded. Then his gaze travels back to Katherine and they move off. You see him say something quietly to her and she laughs, he looks forward but Katherine looks back at you one more time making it obvious that whatever her husband has just said about you she found it humorous.
Someone suddenly places a hand on your arm making you jump. You turn around startled but it is a friendly face, one you have not seen in a while; Jackson Caldwell and you come close to hugging him because you are just so out of your depth.
“Hello Freya,” he says quietly.
You shake his hand but at the end of it he doesn't let go. “Are you all right?” he asks, and you nod. You have to be all right, everyone is here for a purpose, you are here for a purpose. He looks at you for what seems minutes but is actually seconds. You had forgotten how old he is looking and he smiles as if he can read your thoughts. He still remembers when he first met you and you have hardly changed at all.
“Let me introduce you to someone,” he says turning around and taking your arm he brings you up in front of a young man in his late twenties.
“Brock Rumlow, Freya Bowman.” You shake hands. Brock's hands are rough, and he looks as if he has grown up on the wrong side of town, has had some knocks but he has a nice smile.
“This is the lady I was telling you about.” This sounds ominous but the smile accompanying it allays your fears and Brock nods his head. Difficult to see what he is thinking behind those eyes of his. Another Hydra convert, another person used to killing, is all you can think.
“Ah, we must go - but it was nice to see you again.” And then Jackson leans in “...and to answer your unasked question, I was 73 last birthday,” he grins, and then walks away. He has always seemed to know what you are thinking.
You look about then see a statue of a nymph in the middle of a water feature in the foyer and you drape the white furs over it, it is not quite tall enough and the bottom of the furs trail in the water underneath.
Well, you think, if she wanted them looked after properly then she should have given them to someone else.
*
She watches him as he watches everyone else. His eyes do not settle for long and she can see how he gets his reputation. He notices everything. As they moved away from the girl he had smiled down at her, leant in slightly and spoke to her in a tone that brooked no argument.
“Talk about her like that again and I will cut your fucking tongue out,” then he had brushed her lips. She had felt a frisson of fear then, something she had not felt in a long time, and it excited her.
She should have listened to him because he always tells the truth.
At that moment she decided she would not leave here tonight until she had fucked him. She would show him what he had been missing all this time. After all her brother was determined to conquer the girl, they could share notes together afterwards. They had heard the rumours about the Winter Soldier and his woman, but now that she had met her? Well, there was no contest really. Kate felt she had already won despite what he had just said to her. No man, or woman, had ever turned her down.
*
It has been a long evening. You have watched people milling about, greeting people, talking, eating. A few have caught your attention wanting you to serve them in some way. And all the time you have made sure you are close to him – close to your Soldier. But now you have been called away to the kitchen for some emergency. They said they could not find the organiser and believed you were the next best thing, what with you being her assistant. When you get to the kitchens though no one seems to know who called you and then one of the waitress staff hands you a note they were asked to give to you. You asked by whom but they shrug, to them one guest is pretty much like another.
You move to the corner of the room and read the message. It asks you to meet in the cellar in ten minutes, a problem has come up. It is not in the Winter Soldier's handwriting but it does not occur to you that is is not about him.
You find your way down to the cellar. It is cold, draughty, and you cannot see anyone down there. You cannot see the Winter Soldier yet the note definitely said to meet here.
“Hello?” you say, your footsteps ring on the stone floor even though you are trying to be quiet.
“Over here,” a male voice beckons. It is not the Winter Soldier and you think at first it must be one of his team. There is a single light bulb giving out scare illumination but you walk forward, your eyes becoming accustomed to the sparse light. And then he steps out and you see it is Martins, the leader of the American team.
You stop and look over your shoulder but you are both alone. You walk forward another two steps unknowingly bringing your arms up folded across your body as if you are cold.
“What's this about? Why do you want me here? Is there a problem?” you find yourself whispering when there is no need to.
He looks totally harmless, at ease and smiles.
As he talks he walks forward so he is close to you. “As far as I know, my sister is looking after the Soldier very well, if you get my meaning. And now, what the eye doesn't see...” and before you can stop him he puts his arm around your waist and pulls you forward to kiss you. You struggle, moving your head and looking to the side so he cannot kiss your lips and your hands and arms now go to push him away.
“What are you doing!? Let go of me!” you exclaim. Has he gone mad? He is strong though, and keeps hold of you easily but he does allow you a bit of space and you look up to see him smiling what he thinks is a charming smile and that is when you bring your knee up hard and into his groin. But you are dealing with a seasoned pro here and he deflects your knee and instead you find your head ringing as he brings his arm back and then forward to hit you hard.
“Don't be like that,” he hisses and then pulls you back into his embrace and kisses your lips savagely. You desperately think of all the things Adam taught you long ago but Martins seems to expect everything you do and easily deflects your attempts to hurt him. Finally he has had enough of you fighting and he swings you around and straight into the brick wall, splitting your lip and bruising your forehead against the cold stone. His body keeps up the pressure and holds you firm, you cannot move. He brings your right arm back and up.
“I do love a woman who fights,” he laughs.
But you don't give up that easily and somehow you manage to bring your shoe heel down on the top of his foot, not too much of an injury but it does make him let go of your right arm.
“You bitch,” his laughter dries up and he is furious and grabbing the back of your head smashes your face into the wall again. Your head rings and now you are truly afraid. Everything you do he blocks and you just cannot lessen his grip. He brings his knee up and into your lower back pushing you and then uses one of his hands to pull up the back of your skirt.
“No, no please, don't...” you plead, breathless because you cannot take a deep breath. You are finding it difficult to believe the position you have found yourself in.
“My sister reckons you need a good seeing to. Isn't this the way way peasants like to fuck...” his tone is cruel and humourless at your plight. You can feel him pulling at your skirt, laddering your tights, and then his hand is on your bare skin. You relax your body, count to five, you breathe in as much as you can and then suddenly push back with all of your strength. He is not expecting you to and although he still has hold of you, you are able to push away from the wall. You follow it, using his own weight to counter balance, swinging around and he is slightly off balance enough to let you go. Adam would be proud.
You turn to run but you realise your mistake. There is nowhere to go, he is between you and the entrance and he knows it.
“My sister and I have heard all about you and your Soldier, all the stories...” and as he speaks he comes nearer. You look around, there is nothing down here, nothing you can grab to fight with.
“He will kill you if you hurt me,” you say, trying to think, but where he banged your head against the wall you feel dizzy. Your ears hum and your cheek feels like it will be twice the size in the morning.
And he laughs at you.
“Oh, pretty girl, if only. You like pain, don't you? I know I've heard all about you,” and now his voice has taken on a low confiding tone as if he knows you, knows everything about you, “I heard the two of you last night, fucking. Does he make you beg? Shall I make you beg?” He steps forward. “My sister Kate, you know her as Katherine, she can't wait to get into his bed. You've seen the way he looks at her, he can't wait for her either. She wants you out of the way and I am more than happy to oblige...if I can't fuck you whilst you're alive I'm quite happy to do it whilst you're dying...” And that is his mistake. He has seen the fear in your eyes, seen your dizziness, seen that you have nothing to fight with and he comes forward to grab you.
You grab hold of his outstretched hand and using his weight to give you balance again you pull him forward. In your other hand is your high heeled shoe and you slam it into his left eye, pull him around into the wall and drive it home. It is strength born from sheer anger and frustration - fear also played it's part.
He cries out and his hands fly to his face.
You don't wait to see what happens, you run. You hear him roar behind you and you keep on running and as you run up the stairs you begin to hear screaming which cannot be right. Your burst through the door upstairs into the foyer and straight into chaos. People are running and screaming and at first you don't understand.
“What's happening?” you try to grab someone but they won't stop. And then you smell smoke and turn to one of the downstairs rooms. The room is on fire, you can hear the crackling, people are streaming out of the room and you limp forward meaning to help but then someone grabs your arm. You think it is Martins and you turn to hit out but it is Felix.
“Leave now!” he yells, turning you to the front door and as he drags you forward he is talking fast, “...go around to the back of the house. There is a side road, a car parked, wait for him and then when he arrives get out of here, fast!” And then he propels you through the front door and you tumble out into the cold night air. Ahead of you people are in shock, standing in groups hugging themselves and crying. Several cars are roaring away and at the side of the house you see Jackson Caldwell being helped into one by Rumlow.
*
He grabs her hair, pulls her forward on to her knees and for the first time she feels real unadulterated fear in her belly.
“You think I am going to allow your dirty mouth to even mention her name? Call her those things? I heard what you said to her, I heard it all...and I warned you.” And Kate tastes the cold blade, feels it slicing and she tries to cry out but blood floods her mouth instead and her words become gurgles. He throws her forward and she lifts her hand to her mouth as blood pours out. She is choking, she cannot believe what he has done until he throws down the lump of meat onto the floor next to her. He then kneels the blade still in his hand and pulls her head back.
She has never seen such an awful smile on someone's face before.
How could she have got it so wrong? She had followed him up here, knew he had killed and fulfilled his mission. The smile on her face had been one of pure sex.
He had turned to her and she had pulled his head down to kiss him, but he had not responded. Her hands were on his chest.
“Oh now darling, don't be like that,” and one of her hands had moved down to stroke him. “Tell me how you want it, tell me what it is you like. Do you want me to beg like your Russian peasant? Do you want to call me by her name? Freya isn't it? Such a whore from what I've heard, likes pain...” And her touch had become firmer. “Come on now honey, don't you want to share? We could find her, bring her up here, you could watch whilst my brother and I fuck her? Would you like that?” She had then whispered what she would do, kissing his throat, loosening his bow tie until suddenly he had grabbed her wrists and thrown her to her knees.
She looked up at him a look of pure seduction on her face until she had seen the blade in his hand. Until he had grabbed her hair and forced her head back. The blade was cold but sharp and she felt its cut, tried to cry out, tried to fight but nothing worked.
“She is mine,” he says and then pulling her head back draws the blade across her throat. He stands and watches as the woman curls up into herself, choking, and she is dead before he leaves the room.
He has already set one fire burning downstairs, and now he sets a second one upstairs. The house is beginning to burn. The two men he came here to kill are dead and now so is one of their own Hydra agents.
On the landing he looks out over the banister and sees Freya burst out of one of the doors in the foyer. She is hurt, her face bruised and cut, her clothes torn, she only has one shoe on and he quickly runs down the stairs pushing people out of the way but before he can get even half way down he sees Felix grab her and propel her out of the front door to safety. He immediately guesses as to what has happened. John Martins...Katherine had more or less told him what her brother wanted to do to Freya – if he has...the Winter Soldier has to stop his thoughts there. He cannot let his imagination run, doesn't want to think about what another man may have done...
He reaches the door in the foyer and pulls it open and sees a set of stairs twisting away and leading down. He takes a few of them and hears someone coming up. Then he sees Martins staggering up the stairs with blood running down his face. He has one hand over his left eye, using the other hand to try to pull himself up the stairs. The Winter Solder continues down the stairs taking two steps at a time and reaches Martins, reaches out and pushes him forcibly back and down the steps.
Martins does not know what is happening. He is trying to protect his head as his body falls down the staircase and he lands heavily at the bottom. He tries to stagger up and then sees who has followed, who it is that has attacked him. The Winter Soldier kicks out, breaking Martins jaw and sending him crashing back to the floor in agony. It doesn't stop there, his foot comes hard down into Martins stomach, crushing vital organs and doing irreparable damage and then he kneels next to him. Pulling him over onto his back and Martins sees the flash of a knife and feels the blade enter his groin.
“I warned you,” a voice whispers into his ear and he whimpers. The knife completes its course and he feels the pain of his penis and testicles being ripped away. His head is thrust backwards and the flesh is shoved into his mouth.
“I told you not to touch her,” Martins eyes widen as he looks up into the cold, blue eyes of the Winter Soldier. The hand tightens more in his hair.
“And I warned your sister as well,” and Martins realises in the fog that Kate is dead. He is losing consciousness, the pain between his legs is all-consuming and the Winter Soldier lets go of him. He curls up on the stone floor, clutching his hands between his thighs and that is how they find him the next morning. The fire never reaches down here but it does not take long for Martins to bleed out and he dies alone in the dark – just as a lot of his victims have done before him.
*
And when the flames have died down, the smoke all but gone, they began counting up the bodies. Only there are two more than Hydra were expecting. One down in the cellar, but it was not the fire that killed him. Massive blood loss and the damage to his body did. The pathologist report makes for worrying reading. His left eye had been collapsed by a sharp point and the man had been emasculated before dying.
Then the second unexpected body is found upstairs in one of the bedrooms. At first they think she was trapped in the fire, but no, it was a slit throat that had killed her - that and the fact her tongue had been cut out. Her body is found curled up, burnt in places.
Alex Pierce and Jackson Caldwell are talking with Felix.
“Is there anyway he could of done this?” Alex is asking throwing the photographs down onto the table. Felix is quiet for a moment.
“It was pandemonium so I guess yes he could have. But why? What was his motive? His reason for killing them? They seemed to be fine working together.” He shrugs. What more can he say? For one moment he comes close to mentioning the state he found Freya in, but then he decides that it is better left unsaid. It can't have any bearing on the murders. Why muddy the waters? The twins had plenty of enemies of their own.
“Any ideas yet as to who set the fires?”
Felix shakes his head. “Maybe the same person who killed the Martins,” he suggests. Whomever it was they left no details, no clues, no evidence. A ghost. And Jackson only knows of one ghost – which leads him back to the Winter Soldier. Somehow he knows it was him. He just doesn't know why.
“Someone else then. Someone with a private agenda. Any ideas at all?” Pierce asks and Felix shakes his head.
They are quiet for a moment more and then Pierce closes the file. “Well, keep looking and let me know of any developments. Besides the twins is the team all accounted for, no problems?”
Felix assures him everything else is fine. The mission was a success. Two top Hydra people taken out before they could go ahead with their plans of splitting the leadership. There can only be order within the highest echelons and Pierce will back Caldwell all the way – after all, as Caldwell's protégé it is the post he hopes to succeed to one day.
*
You are slowly packing away some of the things to go into storage whilst you yourself are in – well, cryo-storage. The Winter Soldier is sitting watching you. You move slowly as your body reminds you it is in pain. Your face feels bruised. Your cheek swollen but it is repairing already. Felix told you quietly that it is best not to tell anyone what happened between you and Martins. Just tell them someone fell over you in their haste to get away from the fire.
“Feel free to help,” you say drily, and the Soldier frowns as if he doesn't understand and it makes you smile – which hurts.
“Come here,” he says, and holds his hand out. You walk over and he grabs at your hand and pulls you gently onto his lap and places the back of his metal hand on your cheek bone. The cold of the metal is soothing. Your hair is in a loose pony tail and he runs his other hand through it. You pull away but just so you can look at him and you study his eyes, his cheeks, his mouth, and then you kiss him slowly and fully, he responds. Your eyes are closed when you speak.
“Would you like me to cut my hair, make it look more...elegant?” you ask. It is something that has been on your mind since you got back. Should you take more care with your appearance for him? He doesn't answer and you open your eyes to find him staring at you.
“Why do you ask that?” he asks.
“Well, I must look pretty...shabby to you at times. I'd like...to look nice for you,” and the look you give him is one of the shy smiles he secretly loves so much.
“Don't ever change Freya. Don't ever cut your hair, or change anything about yourself. Promise me that.” He is serious. You nod, but that does not satisfy him so you tell him you won't.
“Promise me,” he says, and you promise.
*
He had been so angry when he met her at the car. Had pulled her out of the driving seat, examined her, turning her around, pulling at her torn blouse, his hold on her was harsh and causing her pain until she had cried out and told him to stop and he had realised the panic he was feeling.
“Did he...? Did he...?” he had shouted, but couldn't say the words and she had shouted back:
“Did he what?! Fuck me, is that what you want to know? Did he take me? And if he did what would that mean? Hmm?” She was weeping by this point and the fire was lighting up the sky, spirals of smoke fifty feet high and sirens sounding in the distance but getting closer. “Does it mean you wouldn't want me any more?...Because...because I'm no longer clean...or...or...” And her voice had dissolved into sobs and she had wept so harshly he had pulled her to his chest, stroking her hair.
“No, no, Freya, I will always want you...it would mean I didn't protect you. It would mean I didn't keep my promise to you,” he had said quietly.
*
He knows now that Martins had not raped her.
The Winter Soldier had driven them away from the house and the confusion. She had been in no fit state to drive. No one had stopped them on the roads as the oncoming vehicles were heading to the fire.
He had fulfilled his mission. The two men he was programmed to kill were dead. Later, in the debrief, they had asked him if he knew what had happened to Kate and John Martins and he had said no and they believed him. The Winter Soldier is not learning to lie; he is just allowing his second nature to get the better of him when he finds it convenient.
After all he is what they created him to be.
He had just fulfilled his own personal mission. That's all.
And he had warned them both.
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A Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier Fic - The Constant