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Bucky was lost in thought, walking the familiar path toward Nat’s secondary apartment. He wore a broken-in leather jacket over a soft hoodie, with its hood pulled low over his face and black gloves covering his hands.

The last mission triggered him more than he realized, and he hadn't slept through the last couple of nights. The sound of bullets clattering on the ground rang in his head, and the flash of red blinded him for a moment.

He blinked a couple of times, realizing he was standing outside her door. He didn’t know how long he had been standing there. Looking around, he knocked firmly. He's been countless times, and every time he still has a flutter in his stomach, an eternal ache waiting to be filled.

Nat opened the door. “It took you long enough; did you get lost?” she joked softly. She was lighter than her normal energy and wasn't her normal grounded self. Bucky made note of it but didn't think too much about it for a second. Then his mind took over, spiraling into thoughts. She may be trying to overcome his dark presence.
'Maybe this was too much for her,' he thought. 'Too often, I've become too needy.'

His palms sweated slightly. Looking up from the ground, he saw her, and he was immediately comforted by her presence.
Bucky looked her over. She was stunning. Dressed in her leather stealth suit, it zips partially, letting the round of her breasts show. “It feels like it.” Bucky's gruff voice sounded distant, even to himself.

He needed this, and he needed it more than he wanted to admit.

Nat didn’t walk far into the room. She knew what was about to happen would be tense, and she would be the buffer. Bucky shut and locked the door, hearing a body shuffling farther into the room. Turning on his heels, Nat caught him. Her right hand was on his left chest, and her left hand was on his right hip.

"Bucky,” she cooed gently. His body softened, and he relaxed just a little bit, just enough. He scanned the area, seeing something sitting in the corner, but couldn’t tell who was in the shadow.

“Come on out!” Nat called over her shoulder.

Clint moved from his seat and stepped into the soft candlelight flickering in the room. He was confused by everything. Nat had asked him to come over and debrief on an upcoming assignment. She instructed him to sit quietly in the corner and explain everything in a moment. He didn’t understand why Bucky entered or why she held him this way.

"Clint,” Bucky whispered with thick disdain on his lips.

"James,” Clint answered in his usual charming and snarky manner.

“Now boys, we’re here for a reason."

Bucky's head snapped down, looking deep into Natasha’s eyes. “Why?" His body stiffened again, alert, ready to strike. He clenched his fist tight by his side.
“Bucky… Do you trust me?” Pushing gently into him, her hands firm on his chest and hip. He stared at her for a moment, silently questioning her. Of course, he trusted her with everything. She was the only one he could rely on with this, how could she question that? She raised an eyebrow, and the corner of her mouth curled.
“Y-yes” his voice caught in his throat. She let go of his chest and waved for Clint to move forward. Bucky's energy wafted everywhere. He felt like a caged animal as Clint approached.

Clint, confused and concerned, knew he needed to draw back. Bucky was a wild animal it’s why they didn’t get along, and at this moment he looked and felt nearly feral. But he trusted Nat and slowly walked up.

Nat held Clint’s shoulder, still standing slightly behind her. Letting herself be the buffer, the physical barrier between them, for now.
“And I trust Clint." She stared softly into Clint's eyes as she squeezed his shoulder tight and smirked. Turning back to Bucky, she moved in front of his gaze to catch the daggers he had glared at Clint. "Which means you will learn to trust Clint”

He looked through her for a moment then down at her, “Nat, Not with this, N-“She moved back to put her hand on his chest. Her power washed over him, sending a shiver through him. Stopping him from protesting. “I trust Clint,” she said again, patting his chest. “Which means?” Slipping her hand up, she used her finger under his chin to lift his face. Tipping his head to look at Clint again.

He hated this. Clint was a Boy Scout, never understanding that things couldn’t always end pretty or be done under the law. Bucky couldn’t understand how Nat, and he, could be so close. But she trusted him, over and over again, and he always protected her. Bucky sighed, resigning himself to tonight’s fate. “I will learn to trust Clint.” His voice was softer than before, lacking the poison it contained.

He relaxed, leaned back onto his heels, and let his fist relax. Bucky lowered his gaze, looking down at Nat but keeping his head straight. She smiled and released her grip.

Turning toward Clint, Nat placed a hand on his shoulder, walking him back to her chair in the corner. “Clint, you are to observe, take notes, and be silent. You can't leave or speak until we are done, do you understand?” Clint looked over his shoulder and saw Bucky standing with relaxed attention, head bowed. Clint could feel the heat in Bucky’s stare. "Yea?" he asked, and she gently pushed him to his seat. Next to him was a bottle of water, a notepad, and a pen.

The living room was arranged oddly. Clint had been here several times before, to debrief and relax away from the rest of the team. Nat and he were old field buddies, and they could let down their guard in a way they could never do with the rest of the group. A while ago, she shifted the space around, moving her bedroom into the main living space and her living room into the bedroom. She said it worked better. She said she didn't need a huge workspace and wanted a kitchen near her bed. At the time, Clint hadn't thought much of it, but now he was trying to calculate how long ago it had been.

With the tricky part over, Nat's demeanor shifted from that of a friend to that of a mistress. Like a cat stalking its prey, she approached Bucky. She pulled a stool from the kitchen island and placed it at the edge of the bed, facing Bucky. Off the bed, she grabbed a long-riding crop with a black leather bridle.
Her leather suit crinkled delightfully as she crossed her legs, playing with the leather tip. She took a few breaths, letting the room settle. Normally, Bucky could hold a position for 20 or 30 minutes, but today he couldn't stay still. He shifted slightly, his fingers flexed, and his shoulders couldn’t relax. 5 minutes of silence, mostly silent except for Clint's shallow breaths and the faint scratching noise of a pen on paper.

Bucky's mind raced, and Nat could see it in his demeanor. 'What was he writing, Why was he here, Why was Nat doing this? '
Nat swung the crop too quickly for Clint to see. However, he heard the sound of leather connecting with the skin as a small red mark appeared on Bucky's face.
Clint stopped writing, resisting the urge to protest.

“In a few weeks, I’ll be gone," Nat said, moving the crop under Bucky’s chin. “I will be gone for a month, if not more, and we both know that is too long for you.” Bucky could never tell how Nat knew exactly what he was thinking. “He’s training, so you will pretend it’s just you and me, do you understand?"

"Bucky's face burned slightly from the firm smack, which was just hard enough to get his attention." “Yes,” his voice was clear and attentive now. “Yes?” The leather strap patted his cheek. Nat raised an eyebrow. Bucky’s face was flushed red and hot. It was rare for him to be embarrassed, but now he is standing here staring at his mistress.
And Clint Barton, of all people, would hear and see him at his weakest, making the super soldier feel like a school kid asking out his crush.

He swallowed hard as Nat playfully rubbed the red patch of skin. “Yes, mistress,” he whispered. His voice had never been so quiet. Clint started to adjust his hearing aid, but Nat beat him to it. Another smack of the riding crop, this time connected to Bucky’s thigh. “Louder” Nat was firm, her voice strong. It chilled Clint and Bucky.
Bucky cleared his voice. "Yes, mistress,” he called. This time, Clint was the one to blush. And suddenly he understood. He caught his breath as he inhaled. Making sure to be silent. He pushed at the carpet, shifting the chair deeper into the shadows.

“Good boy, disrobe." Her commands were strong and direct. Bucky wasted no time taking off his leather coat, folding it, and putting it on the floor. Slipping off his leather gloves and placing them on top. His hand grabbed the edge of the hoodie's zipper, and as he pulled it down. Once again, feeling the blood rush to his face, his ears burning hot. He glanced at the corner. Clint had disappeared into the shadows.

This time the riding crop landed harder on the cheek, but it stayed there. He looked at Nat, her eyes and lips tight and narrow. “This is your first and final warning. You look away again, and I’ll punish you to no end." Clint retreated further back, pushing the chair over the rug deeper into the corner of the room until it couldn’t go any further. He was sure he was completely absorbed by the darkness now. “Do you understand?” Nat asked, the crop still pressing deep into his cheek.

Bucky was grateful for Clint becoming invisible as he breathed out a jagged breath. "Yes, mistress.” With that, he pulled down the zipper, slipping the hoodie off and revealing bright red ropes tied firmly over his bare chest. The rope wrapped around his shoulders, and dipped low, disappearing below his hips under his loose-fitting jeans.
He removed his shoes, socks, and jeans and folded them nicely with the rest of his clothes. He stood, hands at his sides, relaxed and attentive. Leaving him with only the ropes and his jockstrap, he could feel Clint’s gaze wash over him for a moment. And his body flushed again.

“Mmmm, you're getting good at that,” Nat purred, standing up from her stool and running her finger around the rope over his skin. “Thank you, mistress." Bucky’s heart fluttered. He nearly beams with confidence at her compliment.

“You’ve been thinking too much!" Nat told him as she traced the rope, gently following it around him to his back. There was a rope tied underneath his ass checks. She rubbed and pinched quickly, then pressed her warm palms into his ass. Bucky moaned softly.
The Shibari ropes hold Bucky together, grounded, and secure. But they were a band-aid for him, something to do between these sessions. His body was bruised, with rope lines crisscrossing his skin.

Nat rubbed along a bruise and pushed in gently. The dull ache was welcomed by him, and he groaned in pleasure as she moved around him. Even with all the distractions, he was already letting go.

To his dismay, her hand grazed over his thighs and chest while avoiding his groan.

“Tonight you will not think, and if I catch you…” The riding crop whipped over his bare butt, the back of his thighs, and the top of his ass. He stands as still as he can, arms at his sides, as Nat strikes him.

“How many” Nat's voice was strong and still. She rubbed the red marks that were heating up on Bucky’s backside. “Fi-hve” he was able to push out with an exhale.
“I’ll double it every time you aren’t present”

“Thank you mistress” Nat rubbed his face with her thumb, rubbing over his full lips. “Then be good for me, be here with me." She leaned up and kissed him. Tapping his shoulder to indicate he could touch, they embraced for a moment, with Nat finally breaking it by running her hand up the back of his head and pulling his hair hard. “Now now, let’s not get carried away” Bucky chuckled softly. His body felt warm, and he had fallen into his usual role.

Nat walked behind the stool. On the ground, a plush round rug covered her wood floors. “Come” she called. His body moved without thought, walking to her side. "Kneel.” Her commands were like switches turning on and off his movements. With one word, he collapsed to his knees, looking up at her. For a while, she let his face lean on her stomach, looking at her, as she played with his hair.

“Word?” she smiled like a cat. Bucky was jerked from his warm happy place. Being reminded of Clint's presence. He tried to hide it, hide the blood running to his ears and cheeks, the warmth of his body glowing in embracement yet again. She gripped his thick brown locks and pulled his head hard back, “Did you forget it, or are you regretting your choice”

He signed heavily "Budapest," and his face could catch fire. “Not so clever now is it” Nat let go, letting him stew in his glory.
Clint had pulled off his shoes and crept beyond the chair at this point, perching himself on the dresser to get a closer look. “For research,” he thought to himself. It had absolutely nothing to do with his growing erection.

At the word Budapest, he felt a wave of anger, that was his place with Nat, when they became more than agents, they bonded in blood there, becoming partners. Seeing Bucky, half tied up, face flamed red softened his initial rage. Bucky looked like he wanted to die of embarrassment, and it was, more or less, cute to see the super-soldier kneeling there looking downright pathetic.

Nat chuckled to herself, grabbing a black silk rope from the bed. “Good, and when do we use our word?” she pulled one end through the front of his own ropes. “Whenever and if ever I need to” he loved the way she looked, struggling slightly to tie him down. It's half the reason he tied his so tight, the other was to keep himself from falling apart. “That's right because you can end this whenever you want” She pulled back his arms behind him. This process was like meditation for him.

In real time, he felt all his worries, and fears drift away. Why was he anxious about coming here, why was he so stressed, he couldn't remember. And the ropes, Nat, the quiet it was perfect He felt warm again, and safe. She finished arranging the ropes around his arms and then pushed him gentile down, his face flat on the rug “Now, say your phrases” she huffed slightly, tying the knots securing his massive biceps and forearms behind him.

He breathed in, looking up at the dresser across from him, he thought he saw a shadow in the dark, blinking it was gone.

“I am safe” The rope tightened. “I am stronger than my restraints” a soft yank from Nat, checking its security. “I can end this whenever I want”

Nat checked her work again, pulling on a loop she made between his shoulder blades above his tied arms. Pulling firmly, she lifted him up onto his knees again. “Good Boy” her Purr thrilled him. Filled him with ecstasy. He let out a soft moan as his erection grew harder, stiffer.

Walking to the front she grabbed a knot on the roped tied to his chest, and gently pushed him back laying him down. His arms tied firmly to his back gave him an awkward lift, as his head laid lazily back tipped over. The world was upside down for him, Nat pulled the rope forward and began tying his left ankle to his left thigh “again”

“I am safe” breathing in, the rope getting tighter as he relaxed more and more into the ground. “I am stronger than my restrain-nts!” he yelped as she tied a tight loop around his inner thigh. “I can end this whenever I want” She secured the rope in the front, making a loop as well.

Nat spent a moment inspecting all the knots and tightening the line as she went. Happy with her work, she stepped on the stool throwing the rope over a pole on the ceiling, and securing it through a winch. “Again” Slightly out of breath and gleaning with sweat, she pulled Bucky up. “I am safe” he was nearly cooing, being lifted off the ground, one leg dangling free. “I am stronger than my Restraints” he hovered waist height of the ground now spinning slightly. “I can end this whenever I want” she locked the rope pulling it, checking its stability again, then tying the remaining length under his free floating thigh like a sling stretching his legs slightly apart. Then tossing it back over the bar and down through the loop at his back.

She opened his hand and slid the length of rope through it, then the same with the other. “Good boy” Nat kissed his forehead, “do you have a strong grip” she asked, walking back to her where she had locked it off .
“Yes, Mistress” Bucky called after her. “Good” she flipped the rope free, and unlocked it, he dropped a few inches and felt that he was holding up his own weight.

She sat on the stool, watching him. Watching his muscles pop and flex, sweat starting to drip off him. His hands holding on for all his worth. She sat there for a long time, waiting. He needed to struggle to ware himself down to be forced to focus on a single task, an impossible task. His hands began to sweat, and his mind drifted slightly, sliding him down a couple of inches.

“Where were you” Nat called, picking up the riding crop, ‘Fuck’ Bucky thought, griping the rope tighter he looked down over himself at her. She stood between his legs, crop in hand.

She ran it along his chest and stomach. Bring .it down hard on his naval, he yelped “Where!” her voice stern. “Canada, mistress, the last mission…I..” she swung again landing inside his thigh, he saw stars nearly forgetting to breathe, but he held on to the rope, he didn't dare let go. “So not here, not with me?” she rubbed the welt forming on his thigh, pushing in deep letting her fingers trace the edge of his erection, he twitched all over, “no-no mistress” his voice cracked and spiked. “I-im sorry mistress” she grabbed his penis hard, and he jolted his hands going numb he slipped slightly, a fraction of an inch. “Count them” Letting go of his penis, Nat stepped back with crop in hand. She swung down hard, Nothing was off limits or out of her reach.

“ONE” Bucky called as it whipped down on his thigh, “TWO” she aimed for his erection. He coughed hard, and held his stomach in his throat, she continued 8 more times. Whipping him over his stomach, thighs and groin. By the end he was shaking, quivering nearly sobbing, she didn't hold back. He needed her to not hold back, needed to be brought back to the present.

His head rolled back as he lost the strength to hold it up “Thank you mistress” his voice soft, she didn't correct him after the riding crop, he could be quite then, he could be quite when he needed to be, but he couldn't be quiet because of embracement.

She said nothing, but took her place back on the stool. Waiting, watching, as Bucky broke down. This happened three more times. Ending with bucking crying like a small boy, tears streaming down his face onto the rug soaking it. Shivering in ecstasy, his whole body spasming as every muscle contracted and relaxed in odd succession, he was barely a foot off the ground now hovering in his pain. “Ei-ei-eighty” his voice was horsed form crying.

Nat was covered in her own sweat as she flipped her hair back, looking down at her work. He was a mess of fraying rope and welts. Covered in sweat, tears, and pre-cum. Drops of blood dripped down the rope from his hand. She sat back down, breathing heavily it had been hours since they started Bucky couldn't hold out much longer, she was surprised he held out this long. He must be really shaken by the last mission. “I-i can't” he gasped between sobs.

Nat walked to his head, kneeling down and letting his head rest on her thighs, “you know what to do” she said simply, brushing his soaking hair off his face. “You've done so good, let yourself rest now” Her voice was honey over his wounds. “Budapest” Bucky was so quiet, Clint could only hear the “est” at the end of his phrase. “Go on then, go ahead” Nat held his head gently, smiling at him and flashing her soft eyes. He breathed out and let go, of the rope, thudding to the ground. They stayed there a moment, Bucky silently crying into Nat’s thighs, as she brushed his hair and shushed him.

She couldn't undo his ropes yet, he needed to calm down first, his muscles were shaking still, and she didn't want to cause him more pain. “Tell me, ropes on or off” she sang in his ear, she wasn't mistress Nat anymore her harsh persona softened, and she was just Nat again.

“On… please” Bucky begged. Nat bent over again, kissing his forehead. Gently sliding out from under him, she put a pillow where she once was. She moved to his side, he was rolled over slightly, so she sat behind him.

Reaching over, she pulled down his Jockstrap, his engorged penis springing out. She took a firm grab of it, his voice cracked, and his body began to stiffen again. It only took a few pumps before he was cumming all over himself and the ropes, and the rug. He rolled over completely on his side, curling up slightly, and let out a long cry into the ground.

Nat lay behind him, holding him as he released his tension, pain, and distress. He felt safe here, held by her, tied up by her, controlled by her. Knowing she would never make him kill, make him fight, make him be a soldier again.

She covered his back with small kisses, rubbing his arm and leg through the ropes. His sobs soon turned to gentle cries, then to small hiccups and sniffles, and soon she felt his body weight double, and he drifted off to sleep,

Clint had watched from the shadows and James “the winter solider” Bucky Barnes transformed from a war machine carved from fine marble into a puddle in Nat's hands.

It was amazing, she was strong, and patient coaxing out exactly what he needed she knew when he could take longer harder strokes, knew when he was breaking. This was long past their first time.

Barefoot, he walked up to her as she sat up behind the still-tied-up Bucky.

She held a hand out, Clint took a moment and pulled a knife off his belt. He watched as she carefully cut him out of his rope cocoon. Revealing his red welt-covered body, he was beautiful like this. A broken butterfly trying to fly again. Clint understood, at this moment, why she asked him.

“Now what?” he whispered, as if Bucky was anything other than dead to the world.

“Aftercare, even if he is blacked out, you do aftercare” She walked to the bathroom, grabbed small wash cloths, and wetted them, together they whipped him clean, of the sweat, of the tears, of the cum. But more than that they wiped away his shame, his stress, his hatred of himself.

Clint held Bucky’s face in his hands, gently whipping it down, cleaning off the tear marks.

Nat appeared again with ointment, to soothe his sore skin, they massaged it in rubbing out his bruises and stiffness. Nat stood up, and so did Clint “Now?” he asked still whispering even though Nat spoke at a normal volume

“To be honest, I usually leave him here”
“On the ground?!” He asked, louder than he meant to.
“Yes, on the ground, I can't deadlift him! His arm weighs 100 pounds alone” Nat shot back as if she didn't just spend 5 hours breaking Bucky down.

Clint walked behind Bucky, curling his arms under him, and lifted, not with ease but lifted nonetheless. Nat pulled the sheets back on the bed and Clint gently placed Bucky down. Covering Him up, Clint stared at Bucky’s face, it's looking soft now, younger even.

Nat scooped up the cut-up ropes and carried them to the trash, then stepped into the restroom and, shut the door.

Clint looked over his shoulder in the bathroom, then back at Bucky. “I get it, I do, I understand what it's like to be controlled, to be forced to do things you don't want to do. I'll do my best to take good care of you” He whispered into Bucky’s ear, then gently kissed his forehead.

Nat seeing this exchange closed the bathroom door silently, letting them have their moment even though one was deeply unconscious.

She opened the door again to find Clint pulling on his shoes. “He's broken in ways only you and I can understand”

“I know” he stood up, taking his notebook. “I think i need to do more research on this, I understand it, but i don't and even though i was controlled it was only for a few weeks. I'll never understand how much damage there truly is” Clint remembered the brief time Loki had controlled him as he looked at the broken-down Bucky snoring sound asleep.

“Thank you” Nat had her hands on his chest, she leaned up and kissed him. “I know it's a lot to take on, but you were the only one who could.”

He held her hand on his chest and gave her a lazy smile, “call me when the next debriefing is, ill be better prepared” he winked at her and walked out into the cool night air with a new assignment and excitement.

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Bucky woke up the next day in Nat's bed to his surprise, feeling stiff but content. “Morning Bucky, How are you feeling?” Nat asked, sitting coiled up on the plush chair in the corner. “Mmm betrayed” he glanced at her. Nat snorted into her cup, “come on now I didn't Betray you, you would have never agreed to it if i asked you before the scene” she pointed over to the bedside table where a large cup of warm coffee, topped off with cream like he liked it, sat. He shifted up in bed resting on the head bord grabbing the cup of coffee and taking a deep drink from it. “Mmm trying to win me over?” Nat had walked over to him “oh absolutely, drove all the way to that store you like, got the expensive crème” she crawled onto the bed next to him.

They sat in silence for a while, Bucky enjoying his coffee and the softness of the sheets on his skin. “If you can't stand the idea of it, i'll call it off” Nat finally said, her eyes looking up from her own cup. Bucky sat his coffee down, brushed his hand through his hair and let it flop down to the bead, having a tiny tantrum dramatically shifting his entire body to throw his head into Nats lap. “Why Clint? Of all people'' She stifled a small laugh putting her cup down then rubbed the warmth of it into his neck and shoulders. “Because he knows, not to the same extent of course, but He knows what its like to lose control” she rubbed his hair, bucky wrapped his arms around her waist settling more into her lap. “Loki really did a number on him, He still has a hard time with it” Bucky nodded slightly listening to her talk. “When he was first dealing with it, I worked with him, like this, not nearly as intense but he needed help to escape his own head too '' Bucky looked up at her, not moving. “Really?” “mm-hmm” she nodded, scratching at his scalp with one hand and rubbing his neck and back with the other.

“Today is our day to relax and settle back into your normal rolls, but can you do something for me?” her voice laced with the slight Dominatrix tone from the night before. Bucky nearly melted into her thighs nodding. She tugged slightly at his hair “words Buck”, he felt lazy and calm like dough in her hands. He brought himself back slightly, “yea i can do something for you” she relaxed the grip and let him settle back down into her lap rubbing his hair again. “Give it a chance, one scene with him, see if its a good fit. It would make me feel better about leaving you, it would make my mission better if you let me take care of you by finding you a substitute while I'm gone” she worded it as if bringing Clint in was for her, and not for bucky. Bucky would do anything for her, she was dastardly using that against him. But he just felt so good, laying in her lap, the soft scratches on his head, the warm coffee sitting in his stomach. “Mmm for you? Yea ok i can do that” she dragged her nails up his spine towards the base of his head sending shivers throughout his body “good boy” her voice was deep and syrupy.

The spent the rest of the day being lazy, ordering food in, laying around watching tv and relaxing. Nat would occasionally rub a new layer of lotion into Bucky's skin massaging out his bruises and knots from the rope play. It was late when bucky tried to leave, Nat pulling him back to bed grappling him over the covers until he submitted to staying. “I’ll stay ill stay” he tapped her arm that hand him in a choke hold.

It had been a little over a week since Nat ambushed him with Client's presence. He didn’t know why he was even here. He was sleeping great, he hadn't been on any missions this week though he was doing a lot of private consulting on some stressful cases. He didn't think he needed a session, especially from Clint. Although he had started to use the silk ropes to tie his chest and arms up again. If it was anything in his life that was overwhelming to him it was this. The thought that Clint had invaded his peace, invaded his time with Nat and the work she did for him. She was of course right though, a month or longer would be too much for Bucky; he could barely stand two weeks apart. Sometimes their sessions were only days apart when it was bad.

He stood at her door in his usual outfit, leather jacket, over a hoodie, and black leather gloves. He pressed his fist on her door and stood still. He couldn't do it, not today, it was too much for him. He did promise Nat that he would try but maybe on a day when he needed it more when he was desperate and would settle for anyone, even Clint.

‘Maybe I can get on that mission Fury wanted me on, fly out today’

He spun around, the phone in his hand mid text to Fury when he walked straight into Clint.

Clint, unlike Bucky, was excited about the call. Nat told him to be at her apartment ready to go, but he took his time. Something in him told him to arrive late, arrive when Bucky did, so they could walk in together. And this was the moment he was waiting for. Just the two of them, away from the room, form the scene, away from Nat.

Bucky dropped his phone bouncing off Clint stumbling backward, but Clint caught Bucky. He reached out and scooped his hip with one hand pulling him in deeply. He held him as Nat had done before, he placed his right hand on Bucky’s left peck, and his left hand on Bucky’s right Hip pulling him in deeper. A warm glow grew over Clint’s face “Hey there Soldier” Clint sang, flashing a bright smile giving bucky a wink.

Clint holding him in this position set off small fireworks, a message they were already starting, this was Nat’s way of starting a session, a gentile but Dominant stance. His body was conditioned to relax, but his brain was firing off. His head struggled to catch up with what was happening. Clint pulled him in tighter. “Now I know we don't get along well, but let's leave that out here, huh? Let's just forget any of that. When we are in there, like this, let's start fresh.`` He was firm and clear. “Uhu ye-ah, yes” Bucky cleared his throat, a nervous tick Clint was picking up on. “Nat trusts us both, for different reasons but still, if she thinks this is a good fit, let's not disappoint her” Clint winked again. Bucy blushed slightly as he felt his dick betraying him, starting to grow hard in with this new Sub/Dom relationship. “Mmmm” was all Bucky managed to muster. He nodded, feeling like he was just asked about the spring dance.

Clint scooped up Bucky's phone deleting the draft text to furry. Then he Pushed passed Bucky letting go of his hip but grabbing his hand instead. Knocking on the door and then opening it up without waiting for Nat, Clint walked in pulling the dazed Bucky behind him.

“Look a that, My boy’s arriving together, hand in hand” Nat pulled an apron off and strutted over, giving them both a kiss on the cheek. Everything about this session was confusing to Bucky’s fragile senses, it was daylight, Clint was here, Nat was … was... Baking? Once again, knowing exactly what Bucky was thinking, Nat lightly smacked his arm “I can be Domestic you know”

“I didn't... I mean..” He sighed, rubbing the back of his head, “It smells good Nat” She smiled at him. “A little treat for later tonight” winking at them she sat down on a kitchen stool. “Ok Barton, this is your meeting to take over” She nodded at him, “What?” Bucky looked over at Clint as he peeled off a backpack, and pulled out a stack of paper, at least as thick as a ream of paper. He started to sort through it. Bucky took a seat near Nat, looking her over when he noticed Nat hadn't been in her usual attire, she was in regular jeans, a white v-neck shirt, hair pulled back.

She was effortlessly beautiful, Bucky got lost in her sometimes like this one, just studying her. “What is all of this” Nat pointed to Clint laying out different papers on the tv stand. “Well, I've been researching!” “Researching what?” Bucky’s eyebrows lifted. Clint had a gleam in his eye, mischievous, excited, focussed. The same look he gets when he gets a new kind of arrow to test out.

“The basics really, BDSM, SM, Dom/Sub, Rope, Different kinds of kings, humiliation, praise, pain etc, etc, etc…” Clint waved his hand in the air, riffling through a few papers. “This is ridiculous, Nat Please” Bucky gestured, moving his hands around. Nat’s smile curled up, it was ridiculous, If it was one thing about Clint it was his willingness to dive into a subject. When he first came to Nat he didn’t know what he needed, she helped him. He had jumped into that as well, learning everything he could.

“Most of that is from before you Buck don’t get too nervous” she patted his shoulder. Trying to muffle a chuckle, Bucky looked utterly dumbfounded, In all the times he had come to Nat he never once thought to look anything up. Except for how to tie Shibari Knots on himself.

“Look, this whole thing is about trust, and that's what I intend to establish. I'm not sure what exactly this is all about, but I came prepared” Clint finished going through his stacks of paper and found the set he was looking for. Handing it off to Nat, he looked over at Bucky, “no peeking” he winked. Bucky rolled his eyes, getting up and walking into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water from Nats fridge. He squatted in front of the ove, it was nice and warm. He tried peeking into the class “no peeking in there either, they need to cool” she called reading through the papers Clint shared. “What should i do just sit here while you read through Clints biography” Bucky scoffed feeling a little annoyed and that feeling of overwhelming less starting to sink into his stomach.

“I'm new to this, this level of ‘play’, and clearly you two aren't, this is a learning curve for me, and it will be a learning curve for the two of us to work together” Clint moved into the kitchen closing the gap between him and bucky. “I asked Nat to set this up with you because we need to start establishing trust” “And how will that happen When all either of you have done is blind side me” Bucky spat, looking from Client to Natasha. “He's right, we never had to establish any kind of relationship like this because it was already there. But the two of you can barely be on The same team of 30 let alone something more…..intimate” Nat eyes flicked up from the papers she was reading. “Don't say it like that” Bucky huffed, turning round, debating if he should just leave.

“Ok ok, after today, no more blindsides, we promise, I promise. Full transparency on anything” Buck looked back over at Clint raising his eyebrow “on everything” Bucky let his head fall slightly with a sigh “yea ok…., i could be more transparent too” he mumbled the last part following a “i guess”. The knot in his stomach twisted, this was hard. With Nat it was easy he didn’t have to say or do anything he could show up twisted and tangled in himself and she would unwind him without even speaking. They had backgrounds, had a past, of course it would easy with her.

Nat looked over at both of them, Her heart was aching, was it to far fetch for her to dream about a day when the three of them could play together. Her cat-like smile crawled over her face as she imagined tying them both up, or even better, tying them together. “Why don't i go get changed, Clint you can get set up, and Bucky go splash some cold water on your face hmmm?” It wasn't really a question, as she walked to the back room, where her former bedroom was.

Bucky and Clint started at each other, both unblinking, “Boys!?” Nat called out
‘How does she always know’ Bucky heavy footsteps rang out as he walked to the bathroom and shut the door with a hard push.

‘This is ridiculous.. Research, what a boycott what did he even look up” Bucky thoughts spiraled out, thinking of Clint hovered over a glowing laptop in the dead of night. Taking notes of knot positions, watching kink videos to get the verbiage just right. Making sure he would be able to take care of him. Bucky’s dick pulsed at the thought, catching himself off guard.

He lead over the counter, taking several handfuls of cool water and rubbing it over his face. It was going to be fine, Nat was here and he could always pull the plug if he needed too. Reaching for the handle he could hear Nat and Clint talking softly. They were whispering, Bucky leaned in closer to the door pressing his ear to it.

“So what is this?”
“Its the scene im going to do, it will help establish base trust”
“Mmm you think this will, be ok?”
“Yea i do”
“And what is this, what would this be called”
“Mmm well its more or less along the lines of obedient training?

Bucky’s hand on the door squeezed, crushing it slightly causing him to lose balance and slam into the bathroom door. ‘Shit!’

“Bucky?”
“Buck?”

He opened the bathroom door letting go of the crumpled handle “uh…sorry” he felt sheepish, flustered, “its ok Buck, you’ll just fix it latter, that too” she pointed to the small whole in the door from where his shoulder collided with it. “S-so what should i do then?” He asked looking over at Nat for some kind of direction. “Oh im just here to make sure this doesn’t go to far” Nat patted Clint on his arm walking to the sitting chair in the corner of the room.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck looking over at Clint who was reading over his paper again. “Sooo” Bucky started to say “Shh” Clint held up a finger still reviewing his paper. Bucky looked back over at Natasha who waved a hand as if to say she should be ignored. Bucky stood there for a few minutes shuffling slightly unsure of what exactly he should be doing, anything at all. Bucky started to feel overwhelmingly hot, stifled started to feel panic slipping in. “Why don’t you start by taking your jacket off”

Bucky looked up at him, he knew he had said something but he didn’t hear anything. Eyes wide and mouth slightly dry “huh what?”. Clint had shifted to be seated on stool, he looked up at Bucky his paper. “Bucky do you normally ignore Nat '' Bucky blushed slightly, feeling cought in a trap “I - huh, no I don’t” “mmmm” he looked back down to his paper. This was different, difficult he suddenly felt like he had been punched in the gut. “Please try to pay attention from now on” Clint said lazily “huh yea” Clint’s eye looked back up, they were different, darker heavier. A chill ran down bucky’s back “I mean yes..” “Sir” Clint interrupted. “You call Nat mistress, the masculine version of that is Master and I don’t think either of us would be comfortable with that” Clint finally tossed the papers down to the side.

“So what I said was, why don’t you start by taking your jacket off” bucky took a deep breath clearing his head “yes…..sir” he blushed, clearing his throat slightly. Nat tucked herself up in the chair in the corner feeling like a voyeur.

“Good boy” Clint hand to admit he didn’t think he would enjoy this side of things, at least not as much as currently was. Watch bucky wind up, get flustered and slowly fall into his submissive roll. Bucky peeled off his jacket folding it up, he went to toss it on the bed but stopped lucking to Clint for approval. Smiling he nodded, then he wanted. Bucky stood there for what felt like eternity waiting “ok Buck, take off your shit” “yes sir” the words were still heavy in his mouth. He slipped it off foldinging it looking to Clint for approval before tossing it on the bed as well.

Clint took in the red silk ropes that encircled around bucky’s chest. He planned this session to be no touching, at least on his head, he regretted that slightly as he shifted on the stool adjusting his erection through his pants.

The next few hours passed in similar fashion, Clint asking bucky to do something mundane, Bucky completing the task then a long period of waiting. After doing this several times Bucky finally fell into a compliant state, no longer fidgety or stressed with the progression of each task. The waiting was bearable now, he knew a new order would come and he could complete it just like he was told to do.

The tasks include stripping down just to his boxers, getting and drinking a bottle of water, sitting down for a while, stretching, doing some mundane house work like re folding his close, or hanging his jacket. Bucky was content, it wasn’t the intense play Nat did but there was something about this something easy and rewarding. Like having a long to do list and checking off the boxes one by one. He felt oddly warm and satisfied and arrived. Clint had a way of affirming him that never did, Nat was silent mos too the time when they had sessions. Clint however was an endless fountain of praise, a “Good Boy” and ‘Yes just like that” after every task stirred something new in bucky he didn’t know was there.

After his last task of breaking a pencil the air in the room shifted. “On the tv stand is a rolled up bag, unzip it here and open it up” Clint patted to the end of the bed “yes sir” the words were natural now, feeling easy now. He as he was told, taking the bag to the end of the bed and unzipping it rolling it open. He saw a glint of metal and quickly looked and Clint. “Pick one” he said “huh…yes sir” in front of buck was an unrolled Knife holder, kind of like what chiefs use but filled with pocket knives, throwing knives, and daggers of all size and sharpness. He reached down stroking the handles as he slid his hand over them, sizing them up. He pulled out a fixed blade hand knife like his old Gerber Mark II. Holding it, in this context made his stomach stir again, the anxiety creeping in.

“Bucky, If I ordered you to stab someone would you?” He paused, still leaning over the bed knife in hand. Bucky’s mind lit up, the small peace he had doing simple tasks came crashing down a round him.

‘What the fuck did he just ask me’
‘this is a trick’
‘Who?’
‘Dose it matter?”
‘he’s bating me’
‘why’
‘Why would he do that?”
‘would I?’
‘I would if you were Nat’
‘Wait would I, if it were Nat’
‘That’s scary’
‘Not its not’
‘if i would for Nat should I for clint’

Bucky stood there hunched over for a while thinking. Clint let him process the question, waiting patiently. Nat stirred in the corner, this was the part she was worried about. ‘Dangerous game Clint…..’ Not that she didn’t trust them but how would this trigger Bucky? How would this trigger Clint? She held her position, holding space for what would happen whatever that would be.

“Mm yes,” he muttered almost answering himself first before following up with a “ yes sir?” Bucky asked questioning more himself than Clint. Clint beamed slightly “good boy, but I want you to know i would never do that, while we are in these roles” Buck stood up holding the knife still in his hand. “Thank you, sir” he sighed slightly. It was a tenuous promise but it made bucky feel heavy with relief, “Stand up and hold the knife out” bucky did followed by a yes sir, and the accompanying good boy.

Clint stood up for the first time in the session walking up to the blade of the knife. He repositioned bucky’s hand and the knife in it so that he was holding it perpendicular to his body. When he was satisfied with the angle and position of the knife, Clink stepped into it placing his neck up against the blade. Both Bucky and Nat held there breath. ‘What the fuck is this Barton!’ Nat screamed in her head This was not part of the plan that Clint had given Nat. She perchered herself on her toes on the chair ready to jump up if needed.

“Ok Bucky, Do what you want with the knife” bucky’s hand gave a slight Tremor. He started darkly at Clint. “Oh sorry, Do what you want with the knife, but you can’t hurt yourself” Clint reframed the command. “Do whatever I Want with the knife, as long as I don’t use it on msyelf?” Clint raised an eye brow “sir?” Bucky quickly corrected “yes that’s right thats the command”.

‘This is the most trap like trap i have ever stepped into’
‘What is he thinking’
‘I could kill him’
‘Would be easy’
‘He’s just a guy’
‘With an arrow’
‘Nat would be pissed’
‘He’s saved my life before’
‘What am I even thinking about here’

Again a long moment passed, the silence was thick in the air. Bucky slide his thumb over the side other side of the blade causing it to press slightly into Clint’s neck, a small paper like cut appearing. Clint stood strong, he smiling without a care in the world. He could feel Natasha’s red hot glare burning holes into him. ‘Calm down Nat, if he cant trust himself how can he trust me,’ Clint wanted to shout feeling her ready to pounce.

Bucky took a quick breath in stepping back from Clint, defaulting to flipping the knife in his and before he put it away back into it’s leave. “That’s it? All done?” Clint asked still standing, letting the small cut turn red on his neck. Bucky was all but vibrating, breathing out a tight breath. “Ok, roll it back up and put it back were it you go it from” bucky did as he was told, only nodding. When this was all done he was going to choke Clint out.

From across the room Nat inhaled sharply, ‘What the Fuck!” , Clint looked at her and held a hand out trying to calm her. She was already standing and hand taken a few steps before he waved her off. ‘I really don’t like this Barton’ her heart pounded. Bucky turned around to Clink holding out a Pistol.

Bucky’s eyes widened, he looked at it, then Clint, and back to the barrel pointed at his chest. A long heavy silence coated the room. ‘Didn’t immediately attack me, thats a good start’ Clint chuckled slightly. He Released the gun form his grip, letting it flip around so he was holding onto the barrel. “Bucky, Take the Gun”

There was a long lag where Bucky’s brain was trying to render what was happening.

‘What did he say’
‘Take the gun?’
‘TAKE THE GUN?’
‘This is insane’
‘ridiculous’
‘I’m not going to’

Bucky slowly reached out and grabbed the gun form him.

‘Why did i do that!’ ‘Why would I just take the gun’ Bucky’s body seemingly betraying his inner thoughts. “Good, now inspected it. What do you see”

Bucky looked the gun over, opening the chamber , turning it over a few times. “Saftey off, one it the chamber, empty otherwise”
“Great! Point at me”

‘Ahhahaha this , this is crazy’
‘Man has a death wish’
‘What is even’
‘Why’
‘What’
‘I cant do this’
‘I cant deal with this’

Bucky started to breath heavily, he pointed the gun at clint stomach turning. What had started with simple easy tasks now sent him down into a panic. “Same as before, do whatever you want just don’t hurt yourself”

Clint was confident standing in front of him, finger on the trigger of a loaded gun. There were to many thoughts rushing around his head to even hear any of them. This is not how these sessions are supposed to go, he’s supposed to feel good during them not like this.

Bucky’s arm shook slightly, he felt a hot tear run down his face. He dropped his arm, stumbled back into the tv stand leaning up against it. Clint walked up to him slowly, “here its ok, your done you're all done, let me take it” he slid the gun out of bucky’s grip flipping the safety back on and putting it next to the knife set.

“Your good, so good, that was really good” Clint went to touch Bucky’s arm. Bucky flinched, looked up at clint and a piece of him snapped. He was filled with and overwhelming anger, of fear, or panic. Pushing off the tvs he grabbed clint by the neck and flipped him around pinning him to the nearest wall.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ACTUAL PROBLEM”

He tightened his grip slightly to emphasize his point, clint raising his hands up to show he wouldn't try anything. Nat stepped closer, still unsure of what to do. Clint’s eyes flicked over to her, silently telling her to calm down. “Bucky, We aren't Friends, but I'm always relieved when we do missions together” Bucky eased up his grip looking a little confused as Clint continued.
“No matter your feelings you always Make sure to cover me, make sure no one sneaks up on me,” he tapped his hearing aid for emphasis, “you’ve had me in your crosshairs more times than I could possibly count and it always makes me feel safe with you behind the trigger” Bucky’s felt punched in the gut, his heart giving a painful squeeze in his chest, he swallowed hard.

“And i wanted to figure out a way to let you now that no matter what we do i'm always going to feel safe with you, and i hope you can feel the same way” there it was again, the twisting of his stomach. He felt on the edge of a breakdown, and didn't know what way to fall. Bucky opened his mouth slightly to say something but closed it quickly biting down on his bottom lip. His chest was tight and suddenly breathing was impossible.

“I..” was all he managed to choke out before a stream of tears broke free. “Buck it's all good you don't need to say anything” Clint could see the weight of the session and his words on Bucky finally break him down. Clint was pretty sure Bucky had never had a real honest cry, at least not in a long time. That's why he always turned to pain, it was easier, numbing the brain turned everything off. Bucky tried to stifle a sob, his hand moving from clint's neck to his shoulder. Clint reached around him, hooking his arms around Bucky’s back pulling him in slightly, pulling his head to his shoulder. Bucky let go, let go to the pain in his chest, let go to the sobbing, leg it all go he slumped up against Clint.

Clint slid down the wall under Bucky’s weight, pulling him in closer, holding him tight into himself and rubbing the back of his head softly.

Nat had quietly moved around the room, she caught Clint's eye, feeling like this was a moment she wasn't meant to be a part of. SHe slipped out the door, locking it as quietly as possible. On the side she let out a heavy sigh “wow, I … can't believe he was right” she left feeling that safe with them together.

Bucky had laid there for a long time, he was stiff by the time he started to stir. “It hurts to breathe” he finally mumbled, and the client looked down at him. He had never stopped petting his hair but could have sworn at one point bucky had fallen asleep. Clint rubbed his hand over the tightly woven silk knots on Bucky's back. “You tie this too tight, here” he reached up, pulling down the knife roll and slipping out the first one he could grip. Cutting carefly away from them he managed to undo the ropes. “Better?” bucky nodded sighing softly “yea”

“I know you tie them so tight to feel them, but you shouldn't try to cause damage, how about next time you feel like you need to be held together you let me do your harness”
“you know how to do that?”
“Yes of course, who do you think taught Nat?”
“your full of surprises aren't you”
“Mmm the point is that I can do it in a way that won't cause damage but still feels like it does ok?”
“Yea ok thanks. '' Buck mumbled he wiggled his feet around slightly, he really didn't want to move, but the ground was becoming uncomfortable.

“Why don't you take a nice warm bath? Nat got some new stuff in, and i'll order us some food '' Clint was still rubbing bucky's hair, he felt exhausted like he had gone 10 rounds with one of the big 3 and lost. “Why?, aren't we done?” he flinched at the clauses of his own words. Clint didn't seem to notice. “Yea we are, but that doesn't mean i can't take care of you, care for you, that's why i want to be the one to tie you up next time, I know Nat is more hands off but im just not built like that” Bucky’s heart squeezed tight again, making it hard to breath, making him feel warm and heavy. “I don't want you to damage yourself any more, not on purpose, can you promise me that” Bucky felt sick, he hadn't had anyone take care of him, not really ever. Even when Steve was here it wasn't like this, it was a pat on the shoulder. Better luck next time, Clint really saw who he was, not who he used to be, not even who he was before the war but him now. “Y-yea I can promise, I can try” He choked on his words, feeling the need to cry again but swallowing it down.