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Double Trouble

Warnings - Mentions of abuse/torture methods, death )lots o fit, Bucky's backstory, mentions of sex and loss of virginity(?), very emotional for Bucky and Steve, unconcentual touching, stark being a dick, John Walker, Sexual Assault mentioned

Guys, this was 31 pages in a google doc and almost 15k words. And it's only the first part. I am very sorry.

"When my brother finds out, we are both dead, Barnes." The sweet, soft voice trickled out of her as he grazed a rough-skinned hand down the side of her arm. The moon brought in this perfect spot light to shine right on her, illuminating the fact that she was glowing in what had to be the sweet, sweet beauty of Dottie Rogers.

Bucky only smiles at her humorous remark, humming at the mere thought of Steve trying to kill either of them. Maybe it was more funny when he had to catch his breath just to look up at Bucky. Or even at all. "He'll be dead before he even has the chance to say anything," he says to her, chuckling when she hits him in his left arm, "from shock, darlin'".

"I'm serious, Buck." Dottie sits up and turns to him. Her hair falls over her shoulder, blocking the most gorgeous face he'd ever laid eyes upon. She had this soft, gentle face that made her captivating. She worked out in secret, but the slim parts of her arms made her sleek, smooth in all the right places, and Bucky couldn't help himself but to reach out and place a delicate hand to her cheek. "Hiding this from not only him, but everyone else as well isn't going to get us anywhere."

He stays silent to admire her even more. Her lips were in this sort of frown he couldn't help but notice, thumb tracking down until it gets to the corner of her mouth, where he then drags her lips up into a makeshift smile on the left side. "You are the most dangerous woman I have ever met, Dots. I won't be going anywhere without you."

"Only dangerous because I can carry the three sacks of flour for your Mother," she retorts, smacking his hand away and slipping out of the bed. She throws on a slip dress she's arrived in, her shoes coming next before throwing her hair back in a makeshift bun. "We tell Stevie tomorrow." Her tone was demanding, and Bucky slinks back into his bed in a manner that made her want to get back in next to him. "For real, this time. Or we can't do this anymore."

Bucky nods with his teeth gripping onto his bottom lip, trying not to make the tent in his pants noticeable. Dorothy Rogers was only in it for the love and soft side of relationships, not the active, seductive, or rebellious side. The side where James Buchanon Barnes hung over on. He was crawling towards her on the bed, shirtless torso making her rethink everything before his hands were around her waist once more, just like when she walked inside.

"Dots," he whispers, pulling her closer and closer until his lips were basically touching hers, "You know I can't function without you in my life. We tell Stevie tomorrow."

Bucky sits up just as she walks out the door, knowing that it was the best place to stop this dream. Because the nightmare begins right then and there. Dorothy Rogers wasn't seen again after that night, and two days later, he was being shipped out with the rest of the Howling Commandos, leaving Steve to be alone. His parents dying the week prior not only set off a ticking time bomb for grief, but then his sister disappeared, and his best friend left all within the same week Hydra started to make serious attempts on the United States.

Bucky being found by Steve made things rush together after a couple months. Hydra not only erased his memories, but also moved things around. He had nightmares of their experiments, how they brought in people from his past to kill right in front of them. And Dorothy was one of them. She was there for years on end, tormenting him with sweet touches, affirming responses, and then being killed over and over again everytime he was sent back into cryo.