Bite The Hand

04: Merry-Go-Round

Writes note: I hate writing dialog with a burning passion & there is a lot of that in here. so be warned. I have a love hate relationship with this chapter.

Trigger Warnings: Feral Kris (he is a warning within itself) & Russian google translate

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Steve Rogers. Steve fucking Rogers, is the last person Kristofferson wants to see. He never wanted to see him again. Let alone standing in the middle of Vienna's kitchen staring at him like he expects him to do something.
He should do something. He should move, or say something at the very least. Except Kristofferson just, stands there. Completely frozen in place. Looking at Steve Rogers like a deer in headlights while an uncomfortable feeling of nostalgia washes over him. Sinking into his veins. Into his bloodstream. Making his chest tighten and his brain think that James is going to walk in any second now.

Where is James? I need James. You're not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be dead. Dead. Dead on the fucking ground. I should have killed you. James should have let me kill you. Where's James? You took him from me. James. James. Jame-

"It's ok-"

Kristofferson lunges at Steve like he is some wild animal. Tripping him up by knocking his feet out from underneath him with his right foot. Before pouncing on him and tackling him down onto the wooden floorboards in one fluid motion. Sending Steve down to the floor with a loud thud. Trying to dig his nails into his neck, shoulders, really anywhere he possibly can while Steve tries to avoid his hands.

"Woah! Kris. Kris! Kristofferson! Stop!" Steve says while dodging Kristofferson's hands with his forearm the best he can. Feeling his nails dig into the side of his cheek deep enough to make Steve shove him off and back by his shoulders. Sending him thudding to the ground this time, but only for a moment before Kristofferson goes to lunge once more.

"Stop. Bucky sent me." He says firmly as he keeps his calloused palm even firmer against Kristofferson's shoulder to keep him down.

Kristofferson stops fighting Steve at his words. His eyes soften for just a moment before he bites down as hard as he possibly can on Steve's forearm. Sinking his canines into his flesh deep enough that the taste of iron floods into his mouth. He digs his teeth in even harder, tugging backward. Trying to get a deep enough bite to pull the skin off his bones.

Steve pulls his arm back roughly when Kristofferson bites down harder. Moving his hand off him completely to let Kristofferson get to his feet. He looks down at the decently sized bite mark on his forearm while Kristofferson rushes to the other side of the room. Allowing him to grab the gun from deeply inside the dirt of the large potted plant in the corner. Cocking it and pointing it at Steve on the kitchen floor.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" He keeps his back against the wall and the his firmly locked on Steve. Ignoring the way he makes himself cringe at the tremble in his words. Some of his blood is still on his teeth, being able to taste it as he swallows down a breathless pant. "Don't think I won't shoot you just because you're Captain America." He says quickly as he watches Steve get up to his feet.

"He told me about the house with the windows." Steve slowly walks over to Kristofferson. Watching his body relax once more. Slowly lowering the gun down from being pointed at his heart. "He said you'd know what that means." He adds calmly as he gets closer. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here because Bucky wanted me to find you."

Kristofferson quickly points the gun back up at Steve when he gets too close.

"Why didn't he come get me himself? Why'd he send you? He knows I hate you."