The Marks Left Behind [Yelena Belova x Bucky Barnes] [One-shot] (Patreon)

Synopsis: When Bucky felt confused about his life due to Steve’s words, he decided to head for Romania in search of his past and himself. There, he finds a certain Black Widow seducing the past out of him.

Story by Ms.Squirtle

Aided by MrPlotThickens

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2014, somewhere in a dingy small bar in Bucharest.

Thunk!

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes downed a glass of whiskey and slammed the glass on the bar table. Painful memories ran through his head as he tried to drown them with alcohol while writing down things in his little notebook.

Having just started running from the government and border jumping into Romania, he came to investigate his past in the Howling Commandos. And, the more he found, the more painful his life felt. Sometimes, glimpses of his horrific brainwashing returned to him, haunting his mind like a screeching banshee.

Trying to hide himself under his dirty black cap and leather jacket, James spent a day wandering the city anonymously, pondering on his own. Tired of all the noises outside, he came here.

Thunk!

Another empty glass was placed right beside his.

James slowly looked up and saw a charming, dirty blond, petite woman who was sitting a few seats away before. Now, she was leaning back on the bar table right beside him, not even glancing at him, acting aloof.

“You look like you need some company…” The woman voiced with a heavy Russian accent.

James raised a finger to the chubby old bartender and pushed forward his empty glass while ignoring her.

The woman’s eyebrow quirked up a little as she smiled bitterly, turned around, and sat in the chair right beside James. “You know…” She started to initiate a conversation.

However, before she could say anything, James took the freshly poured whiskey, downed it in one go, and stood up.

James pulled out some Romanian leu from his pocket, pushed it forward to the bartender, and turned around. Without saying a word to her, he left.

Gritting her teeth, the still brainwashed, young Black Widow looked determined.

Yelena Belova, one of the Black Widows under Dreykov’s control, was assigned a task to bring him this Soviet asset—the Winter Soldier.

The intelligence community was terrified to find that the Winter Soldier was still active, but with the fall of H.Y.D.R.A’s big plan in the states, they had other ideas. The Soviets wanted him back in the Red Room.

Yelena downed her own drink, slammed a couple of leu on the bar table, and went after him. She’s going to get him, by hook or by crook, or even possibly by—bringing up the past.

…

When it was dark outside, James turned the knob on his newly rented, tiny apartment door. He wanted nothing more but to get some sleep. He knew the woman who approached him at the bar was a little odd, but he didn’t want to think about that right now, having shaken her off with a few false turns.

Stepping into the dark apartment, disheveled and tired, James turned the light switch on. But right away, he froze, fully alert.

There, in one of the dismal chairs, sat a beautiful woman wearing a tactical, black catsuit, crossing her full, delicate legs and her arms below her chest. “Rough evening?” she asked.

James quickly pulled out his gun from his back and aimed it at her. His eyes darted around, trying to see if there was anyone else.

“Don’t worry, I’m alone,” she said as if she had confirmed it herself. She stood up and walked dangerously closer to his gun, letting the muzzle rest on her perky chest as she held her hands up.

“We can talk. No use in doing this the hard way,” she smiled, trying to look harmless.

James eyed her up and down, focusing on any obvious weapons on her body. Her smile was charming and inviting. Her catsuit was unzipped to the alluring shallow valley. Her small waist and full hips were covered by the body-hugging black suit.

“You don’t remember me?” Yelena suddenly chirped, a little amused.

James' eyebrows quirked up, puzzled.

“Figures…” Yelena tried to smile, but it came out as bitter.

As Yelena’s hand slowly crept to her zipper, James stepped back a little, still alert but somewhat baffled. The muzzle of his gun was wavering.

Yelena tugged on her collar a bit, letting the zipper fall a little lower, exposing more of her pale white skin. There, right on her collar, a scar left by a bullet wound was visible, close to her shoulder. She smirked, “Training was rough… but you taught me well.”

James finally brought down his gun, “Who are you with?”

Yelena stepped closer to him. Even if she was shorter than him, James could feel her body stuck to his. Her undulating mounds smushed up to his lower chest, and her sultry blue eyes looked straight at his, a couple of inches away.

Her natural blue eyes carried a tinge of annoyance as she heard him ask that.

“Batʹkivshchyna,” She whispered.

James’ eyes jolted wide, and he instinctively grabbed her arm, turned her body, and shoved her onto a wall. Even if Yelena spoke in Russian, James understood her slightly, saying she was from the ‘motherland’.

James handled her roughly, causing the zipper from her catsuit to go down even lower.

“Hard way it is then,” Yelena muttered.

She tried to struggle, but his metal arm was too strong to budge.

With the vigorous turn before and James’s rough movement, the collar of her catsuit was pulled behind her neck, falling down her upper back. There, James could see a shallow white line on her shoulder and upper back, a scar that had healed. Her skin was smooth, but the contrast of her alabaster skin and the sickly pale line were visible.

Yelena could feel James’ body stiffen, speechlessly looking at her almost bare back, his breath hot on her skin.

She smirked and asked, “Admiring your work?”

James abruptly stepped back, letting go of her arm. His eyes were filled with confusion.

Yelena pulled down the upper part of her suit to her hips, still facing the wall. There, she allowed him to look further at her fully bare back. James almost thought he should avert his eyes, but now it was clear that there was only one large line from her left shoulder to her right plump hip.

Yelena hugged her bare breasts and spoke off her shoulder, “Remember now?”

James couldn’t believe that he was the one to cause such a large wound to a woman’s body. He dropped the gun from his hand and staggered back. He kept shaking his head, feeling like he didn’t want to remember.

Yelena bent down and tugged off her boots, exposing the tight piece of clothing, stretching and hugging her slit tightly. Then, she allowed her catsuit to fully fall to the floor.

She slowly turned around, allowing James to see her soft, curving flesh. Her perky, beautifully formed hills and her sensual pink tips. However, with wide eyes focused on her, James could see the very thin hints of healed wounds around her body.

Yelena stepped closer as Bucky stepped back. He was clearly bewildered. Yelena's alluring walk caused his belly to contract, his throat dried out, and something was warming up in his body. His hand clenched and released, still confused.

She came close and stuck her body onto his, only separated by his clothes. She pulled out the pin that was holding her hair up, allowing it to cascade softly down her shoulders, seducing his senses.

Then, she placed her arms around his neck, “I’ll help you remember…”

Suddenly, Yelena stood up on her toes and kissed him. Bucky was shocked, not knowing what he should do. Her lips were thin, but they sprouted thoughts of lust in his head.

Then, without warning, a host of memories came rushing back into his mind. The brainwashing, the pain, the movement from base to base, the Red Room, the training, and finally, the interest he felt in the young trainee. The way she joked around in terrible situations and sincerely smiled, the punishment, and… the forced separation.

James suddenly wrapped his arms around her. He couldn’t resist it. With one hand on her waist and the other behind her head, he kissed her back. Strong and passionately, invading her mouth with his tongue, caressing the slippery wetness.

James could feel his bulge start to grow, his blood pumping heat to his loins. Wanting, craving, yearning for something he couldn’t have back then.

“Ummpp...” Yelena moaned into their hot exchange of saliva, pushing him further back onto the door.

James let go of her head, and his two hands started to massage her back, caressing her honey-soft skin, yearning to melt into her. His hands trailed down and found her soft, satin-smooth ass. He grabbed onto them, kneaded, and teased while his tongue kept struggling for dominance.

“Umph!” Sometimes he would pull her ass up, causing her body to jolt even closer to him and her breast to smush onto his chest.

Yelena slipped her hands under his shirt, tickling his abdomen. She helped him pull off his leather jacket and unbuckled his belt while caressing the hard bulge of his pants. James got harder and harder, his aching shaft finally feeling excited after a long time.

Huffing after the intense exchange of saliva, he started to pull off his red hoodie and shirt, but Yelena was even faster, already dropping down to her knees and pulling his pants down. James finally felt the cold air caressing the hardness of his arousal.

James suddenly jolted with a thump on the door behind him, feeling Yelena’s wet soft, rosy lip on his swollen knob. She licked him around the rim, making his body shudder. She slowly guided his rod into her mouth, sucking him slowly, pushing it into her mouth deeper and deeper.

James gently held her head with both hands, caressing her blond hair as her head bobbed for him. His hips moved involuntarily, feeling the pleasure of her slick, wet tongue caressing every inch of his shaft. He could hear his molten manhood, causing her saliva to squelch with every suck.

He thrust in a little, striking the base of her throat.

Sensing there was no rejection from her, he kept at it, holding her head in place, thrusting his cock into her mouth. His hot molten need wanting more and more.

As James looked down, he could see that she locked eyes with him, a little teary, a little blushing, but enjoying the moment. The final defense in his mind snapped. There was something primal in him, wanting to make her body, her mind, her everything, wholly his own.

“Umphh... umph…” Yelena allowed him to do as he pleased, aroused by his blissful expression.

James could feel he was inching closer to release, but he didn’t want to end it so soon.

James suddenly stopped and pulled her up by the arm, then without warning, he pushed her towards the bed.

Yelena fell on the low single bed with a soft yelp, crawling on all fours while facing the wall it was pushed up against. James loomed behind her and grabbed her plump ass. His hands pushed her a little forward, allowing her to place both her hands on the wall. He also bent his knees and kneeled behind her on the bed.

“Did you miss me?” he spoke in heavy Russian.

Yelena’s eyes widened, realizing he remembered their trysts in the Red Room. Their forbidden meetings and their way of comforting each other. Even if she was brainwashed, she could remember those moments as if they were yesterday.

“Maybe…” she smirked.

James’ one hand grabbed a handful of her hair, and the other held her hand firmly on the wall, not allowing her to pull back.

“Hisss…” Yelena sucked in a cold breath, feeling aroused by his harshness. She started to forget about seducing him, wanting him to take her roughly, here and now. She missed his cold, rough hands and his smoldering heat.

Arching her neck back, she could hear James whisper Russian in her ear, “Come for me…”

Letting go of her hand and neck with a slight shove, he positioned himself behind her. Both his hands held her ass high, presenting her private satin flesh to him. Then, a cold metallic finger rubbed her tiny kernel of pleasure.

“Uhhh... umph…” Yelena moaned, feeling the freezing cold stimulating her warm body, causing her to shiver.

Then, without warning, he gently pushed two fingers into her, causing her soft petals to part and twitch. The coldness on his fingers stretched her hot, clenching walls. She gasped and wiggled her body, feeling them penetrating her insides.

James leaned on her back, allowing his other hand to reach her creamy breast, fondling them and tugging and pinching her pink swollen nipple.

“Ahhh… ahhh…”

His fingers moved in and out, pulling out more and more of her sweet-sweet nectar, coating his metallic hand. James wanted to hear her cry out for him, so, with two fingers in her pussy, his thumb brushed against her puckering back entrance, then slowly pushed down. His thumb didn’t force an entry, but it was enough to tease Yelena off the edge.

“Ahhhh! I can’t… hold… on!!” Yelena cried out in ecstasy.

“Come for me, my sweet…” James growled, fascinated by the way she allowed him to play with her all he wanted. His fingers moved even more vigorously, striking the tip of her deepest walls. His heated bulge pressed against the fold between her thighs.

“I like seeing you squirm,” James' hoarse voice sounded.

Yelena stiffened up, her back arched, allowing him to smother his face in her hair, sniffing the scent of sex and sweat of her body. Her nails scratched the wall, trying to hold on to sanity. But the cold, hard metal of his fingers was too good to her, and her dam finally burst.

“You’re… making me... cu—"

On a final glorious moment, her loins burst with a shattering release. Flooding his fingers, dripping down her swollen red vulva and onto his hot rod.

“Ohhhh God… Aahhh!” Yelena yelled out to God and the heavens, titillating his thirst.

Her head slumped down, but her hands were still supported by the wall near the bed, almost falling off.

She then heard James chuckle as he admired her dripping juices from behind.

“Not yet, sweet doll...” he said.

He pulled her up a bit with both his arms around her waist, placing her hands back on the wall. With her dripping wet, tight depths still hot and twitching, James easily pushed his throbbing hardness into her from behind, holding her hips in place.

“Uuuhhhh!” Yelena moaned harder, feeling it penetrating her even deeper than his fingers.

James wanted to go slow initially, but her clenching walls gave him so much pleasure he couldn’t control his movements. He plowed through and moved his hips vigorously as if his dick was looking for something in her. With one hand on her smooth ass, the other held onto her hair, pulling her body down deeper into him.

Her wet sheath kept trying to grab hold of his rod, clenching, pulsating, and throbbing inside. A game of catch and release, sending waves of pleasure through his body. She arched in unspeakable ecstasy, moving her hips to sway in slow, insistent circles.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yesss… harder! Harder!”

He couldn’t believe how hard she wanted it, but in a moment like this, he wasn’t one to reject a lady. He thrust in even harder, even faster, allowing his pelvis to collide with her ass, clapping with a resounding slap.

Yelena pushed back on the wall, allowing him to reach her deepest parts. Now, both her breasts were pinched and tugged forward, drowning her in sensory overload.

James could feel his fiery blood gather in his core, ready to spill out at any moment. His cock twitched in delight, and his body stiffened up so hard his movements almost stopped.

Yelena didn’t want it to stop, so she moved her thighs, shoving her steamy, sweaty ass back and forth, not allowing James to relax for even a moment as his molten hot shaft was enveloped by her wet need, moving on her own.

He knelt there stiffly, seeing his member being pleasured by her; In and out of her salivating pussy, without any effort from him. It devoured him like a greedy goblin and pushed him towards the final cliff. His hands grabbed her hips, clenching the soft flesh harder as he abandoned himself to pleasure.

Then…

“Ghh…!” James grunted as he grabbed her. His abdomen contracted as if all of his essence were sucked out of his body. He allowed his seeds to flow into her with a shuddering release as he thrust hard one last time.

“Ahhh!” Yelena came once again, breaking through the final threshold of passion, drowning James’ cock in her juices.

He allowed his molten juices to intermingle with hers. They both rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy, coming at the same time.

As her pussy twitched in numbness, Yelena’s body slowly relaxed, slumping down in exhaustion to her side, releasing James’ weakening cock. Her breathing slowed down, but her heart still thumped widely.

Seeing her that way, James also took a deep breath, allowing all the shuddering and goosebumps on his body to relax. He could see her messy face and sweaty forehead, but it didn’t diminish the charm she had.

Laying down behind her, he pulled back the strands of hair from her face and gently pushed them behind her ear. “I was a fool to forget you, my Matryoshka. Sweet, and bewildering …” he said in her native tongue, something that felt like only they would understand.

Yelena was still awake. She could feel him hug her waist from behind and rest his limp member between her thighs.

Meanwhile, there was a tinge of complexity in his eyes, contemplating what he should do next.

…

Feeling the sun's rays hitting her face, Yelena woke up. Blinking her eyes, she scanned the small rented apartment.

She found nobody there but herself alone, naked and only covered with a thin blanket. James was nowhere to be seen, and even his clothes were no longer on the floor.

Angry, Yelena struck the pillow with her balled fist, sending a poof of white feathers bursting out into the air.

You’re not running away from me!

Yelena quickly got dressed, pulled her hair up into a bun, and ran out the door, slamming it shut.

…

Around 15 minutes later, Bucky came back carrying two paper cups of coffee and a brown paper bag.

Seeing the apartment so silent, he paused for a moment and saw that Yelena’s clothes weren’t there anymore. He breathed a long sigh, placed the cups and bag on the table, and slumped onto the dingy old chair.