Obsession: The Seven Deadly Sins

W R A T H

Wrath [raTH]

(n.) extreme anger
Synonym: Rage

Kink: BDSM - Domination

—————

POV Bucky in 2016 at Steve's new NYC apartment

I sit alone on the couch, simply reading my book, when the front door opens. I dog-ear the page and look up through the darkness to see Steve walking in, still wearing his super-suit.

"How was it?" I ask, putting the book down and walking over to him. I'd been waiting all day today and yesterday for him to return from the mission he was on, the one he couldn't tell me anything about until after it had been completed because I was technically still a HYDRA deserter or something.

I suppose that's true, I am still on the run from them, hence the new apartment and the fact that I'm confined to these walls most hours of most days. But at least now I'm more free than I ever was before, and Steve helped me find that.

"It went well, it was a success when everything was said and done," he replies still facing away from me, working to tug off his shoes at the door.

I approach him and wait as he places the second one down on the shoe mat, but upon finishing he doesn't turn to face me.

"Steve?" I inquire, putting my hand on his shoulder. His fingers met mine there.

"Don't be mad," he prefaces, his head hanging low as he turns it slightly to the side. I can't see his features though, shadow shrouds them too heavily.

"Tell me what happened and we'll see about that," I tell him honestly, uncertainty lilting through my voice and producing an almost playful tone. "No promises."

He turns to look at me and that's when I notice. His face is severely scratched and marred with blackened bruises, his nose is crusted and thick with dark red blood, his nether lip is split and protruding, his neck is burned red and glistening in a still raw state, his super-suit is torn and bloodied and I could see sliced skin beneath what material remained. The worst of it was that he was clearly healing very slowly.

"I..." he pauses. "A lot happened."

I felt something in my brain shift. "What exactly do you... what could possibly lead to a super soldier like you being so beaten up like this? Why aren't you healing faster?" I felt fear pang through my chest.

"I had to make a lot of quick choices; some of them weren't the best, but I couldn't risk my life or Natasha's," he details.

"You didn't tell me she was joining you," is my immediate reaction, my eyebrows knitting together. "But, aside from that for now, when was all this, yesterday? It looks... fresh."

"It was today," his hand reaches for my face, but I step away from his touch.

"You're going to get yourself killed, Steve," I say. It wasn't until I heard my voice reverberate off the walls that I realized I'd been yelling. "Damn it," I run my hands through my hair and exhale, mumbling to myself.

I need to calm down, but after everything HYDRA did to me, stepping away from my rage in times like these remains far from easy. It's like something about the remnants of their mind control left me easily angered and hard to soothe.

"Bucky, no, you know me," I hear him try to explain. The words are there, but they're not registering, it's like he's miles away.

I look back at him and quickly approach, slamming his back into the door from which he'd just entered. He huffs out air, wincing beneath my weight as I press into his chest.