Pairing: WS!Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff 
Word Count: 2.5k+
Warning: Smut, losing virginity, fear of getting raped, it’s pretty dark, bit of fluff in the end

Summary: In the Red Room it’s decided that, Natasha just turned to be old enough to sleep with a man. She tries to prepare for it both physically and mentally, but when she faces with the Winter Soldier itself she starts to worry.

A/N: Hey Guys! Here is a bit darker story from me. I’m not a huge fan of post Civil War WinterWidow, but I do love them together back in the Red Room. This story, (and maybe some more later) tries to picture those years of their lives. Natasha was a young girl, just old enough to sleep with men and Bucky was an insecure, confused, lost but kind man in his clean moments, and a master in the RR as the Winter Soldier. 

There is no actual cruel rape in this story, but it’s not vanilla either. If you don’t like it, or can be triggered, or if you are under 18, please don’t read it, I don’t want to cause any harm. Thank you!

A fragile,
young woman was sitting on the bed, in the cold, bleak room. Her long read hair
was gently covering her shoulders, her green eyes was fixed on the door at the
opposite of her and her thighs were pressed tightly together. She was wearing a
pale grey robe which doesn’t covered her thighs entirely. She was tense,
listening to every noise she could hear, jumping a little when a door was
smashed in somewhere in the building. She knew what was going to happen to her,
she was prepared for it, well as much any girl can prepare for it. It’s better
if it happens here, in the Red Room first, under control, then out in the field,
they said. So, when she just turned old enough she knew it’s going to happen.
It can’t be worse than the surgery was and the healing after. Nothing can be
worse than that. She tried to calm her nerves with these thoughts.

The door
slowly opened, creaking and Natasha couldn’t ignore the growing fear in her
veins. Her heart was beating crazy, hands shaking, breathing heavy, until she
could see the man walking into the room.

‘James?’
She asked quietly when she noticed no one was escorting the soldier. He blinked
and maybe for a second he got confused, but the empty steel blue eyes weren’t
promising anything good. He couldn’t be fully triggered, not now, not for this
task. She knew that. They needed him to do the dirty job but they wanted her
alive and uninjured. Maybe he was whipped and now he was still recovering from
the shock and they used this mentally unstable state to make him come to her.

He was
standing in front of her, staring at her with an empty, cold look.  Bucky was wearing black trousers, black
sleeveless shirt and no shoes. He moved and Natasha jumped on the bed. She was
afraid now. She knew him, he was one of her masters and instructors in the Red
Room, he trained her before, and sometimes when he had some clear moments they
got on well. No one knew, they had to hide it. However, instead of the usually
uncertain and calm man, James was, right now she had to face with the Winter
Soldier itself. The beautiful green eyes were full with fear and doubts, her
brain was desperately tried to figure out an escape from the situation, even if
she knew it was useless. James was far stronger and faster than she was, she
couldn’t win.

His flash
hand grabbed Natasha’s shoulder and pushed her against the bed while he kneeled
up to it. She was trembling, her eyes were filled with tears and the full lips
were shaking of fear.

‘James,
please-‘ She tried to catch his attention again, but he didn’t stopped. He held
her waists to lift her a bit and place her body to the middle of the bed. Bucky
crawled up, towering her, staring at the fragile woman under himself. Natasha’s
shaking hands were desperately holing her robe on her chest, trying to prevent
to get undressed. ‘James, it’s me, Natalia! Do you remember me?’ She whispered
still hoping that she could clear his head a little.

It didn’t
work. His metal fingers grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head,
escorted with a desperate cry while his flash hand opened the thin cloth on the
young woman’s body. She was beautiful, even in this state he could see that. He
groaned when his eyes were traveling down on her body, consuming every inch of
her. He let her hands go to strip himself a little. He got rid of his shirt
revealing the perfectly shaped muscles under it, and unzipped his trousers, to
free his cock. He wasn’t wearing boxers or shorts. It wasn’t necessary, the
clothes were mere formality, not to let him walk around naked or in a robe
alone. But he needed no clothes to fulfil his mission.

Natasha
gave a quick onceover to the man kneeling on the bed, following his hand as
they slid down the pants to his knees. She gulped and her hand twitched as she
realised what was she looking at that very moment. The Soldier’s skin was
perfectly healed, his body flawless, strong and muscular. She restrained
herself to actually look down at his cock, however, she could not ignore the
fact, that he was already hard. He must have been drugged. It would have been
impossible to him to get so hard, so easy in this state. Before she could
wonder any longer, he bent down, forcing her tights open with his knees and
holding her wrists above her head with his metal hand.

‘James,
James, it’s me, Natalia- Wake up, please!’ She begged with shaky voice and
trembling lips. Natasha knew it should have happened or both of them would have
been punished, but if she could bring back James, to be himself at least a
little bit. Maybe he would have been a bit more gentle, more careful to her.

She pressed
her lips together and closed her eyes preparing for the pain between her legs.
But it never come. Instead of it warm, soft lips pressed against the cold skin
of her neck. Her eyes shut wide open and a surprised whimper fall from her
lips. The full lips were moving down on her neck until they hit the line of her
sharp collarbone, then they turned back to reach her ear.  

‘James?’
Her ask was a whisper. He didn’t answer, but hummed softly next to her ear.
‘Can you hear me?’ She asked with a shaky, desperate voice.

‘I won’t
ruin you, Natalia!’ This was his answer before opening his lips and placing
fast, open mouth kisses on her neck.

He spent
minutes with covering her body with tender kisses from her neck to her hips.
His metal hand released hers and the flash one slid down to her breasts. He was
stroking and massaging them, playing with the nipples, before returning to her
neck.

He didn’t
have much time and they both know that at least three guards are standing on
the hallway waiting for him. Also, he still wasn’t fully himself but Natasha’s
tears, scared voice and worried green eyes managed to clean his head a little.

He looked
her in the eye. It was a question and a warning at the same time. Nat nodded.
She remembered James telling her about this not too long ago. The entire
process and the usual outcome of it and how he never wanted her to end like the
other girls did. His only, brief suggestion was ‘Use your hands.’ and right now
he was asking her about it without a sound. She did her best to prepare herself,
even if she knew it wouldn’t be enough.

Her lips
got trapped between her teeth when she could feel two slender fingers circling
on her tights and around her core. She took a sharp intake of breath and tried
to relax her body. He was trying to help. She wasn’t dripping wet, moreover she
was barely wet enough for to Bucky slid two of his fingers inside of her. She
moaned, but the pain still didn’t come. The man’s fingers were tenderly moving
inside of her, causing an unusual, stretching yet tingling feeling in her
belly. She never particularly felt it when she did this to herself. The man
joined a third finger to stretch Natasha as much as he could before taking her.
It was only a couple of minutes but it was enough to make her a little more wet
and causing her moan calmly a couple of times.

He pulled
out his fingers and hovered above the young, fragile woman, looking her in the
eye. Bucky’s brows furrowed for a second before he pressed his lips against
Nat’s, at the same time when he pushed the tip of his cock to her hot core. She
moaned between his lips as he caught her by surprise, but didn’t try to
protest. She parted her lips to let James kiss her properly. He wasn’t
particularly sweet or tender, yet the kiss itself, the hot touch of their lips,
her skin against his was intoxicating. The older one couldn’t hold it any
longer and started to lower his hips, sliding into the tight, deep, soft body.
He could feel Natasha’s body twitch under his, and she bit his lips at that
moment when she was in pain, but it wasn’t longer than a mere second. James let
her lips go and gave her some time to get used to the feeling, the feeling of
him filling her, and stretching her walls a bit painfully. She didn’t dare to
look at the beginning but, she could feel him being thick and big, which caused
pain in her body, or more precisely an unpleasant stretching feeling.

He moaned
low when he thrusted for the first time. She felt good. This was the first time
to him to actually let himself realise how it was and feel anything. Her hands
sink into his hair and pulled his lips down to meet with hers. James’ movements
become deeper and faster as he wanted to end this a fast as possible, to cause
the smallest harm possible. His cock was throbbing and he couldn’t not realise
how alive he felt, and how clean his head become in seconds.

‘Natalia’
He moaned between her lips as they kept kissing, when his flash hand run across
her chest to cup her breasts. ‘Natalia’ Her name fell from his lips like a
prayer, as he got to the edge. He wanted her to know that he was there, that he
remembered, and his head was clear from the shock now, however it was clouded
by desire. Ha came in seconds, his body was shaking and he filled Natasha’s
with his warm cum. She whined in surprise and her grip tightened in the long,
dark brown hair.

He was
panting, trying to collect himself, staying still. When he opened his steel
blue eyes they met the concerned green ones. She was fighting with the
embarrassment of seeing him like this , moreover she was enjoying it. She was
enjoying watching him like this, feeling him inside of her, feeling him so
close to her, his whole body, his lips and his weight on her. She wasn’t even
close to cum, yet she liked this in a sick, weird way which scared her. James’
low voice pulled her back to reality.

‘I hope I
didn’t hurt you too bad!’ He said, voice filled with concern and he looked
between their bodies, where they were still connected.

‘No, not
too bad. It hurt, but it was far from the pain what I was told about.’ She
swallowed as her eyes were lingering on his red, wet lips.

‘Good.’ He
sighed and let his head fall between his shoulders. ‘Thank you for not giving
up on me! I would have never forgot myself if the Soldier had hurt you.’ He
shook his head and slowly pulled out of her. ‘Sorry!’ He whispered when he
could see her face winch, as he kneeled on the bed.

He pressed
his lips together when the blue eyes took in her figure, laying on her back,
legs spread and being so vulnerable.

‘You didn’t
bleed!’ He pointed out with a tiny bit of relive in his voice.

‘It wasn’t
that bad.’ Natasha sat up and pulled the robe around her body. ‘However, I
wouldn’t do it again right now.’ Her inside was still sore and burning. She
couldn’t resist the urge to look between the men’s legs. He was big, both long
ang thick. Maybe it was the serum he was treated with but maybe not- she shook
her head and looked up to the clear blue eyes.

James
didn’t say a thing, but tucked himself back into his pants, and pulled the
shirt over his head.

‘You should
go!’ Natasha said looking him in the eye.

‘You should
pretend you were tortured and in pain minutes ago!’ He told her quick before
opening the door and stepping out to the light.

Later, in
the night Natasha was preparing her bed to sleep, when she could hear someone
sneaking in to her room. She turned and instinctively attacked. A warm flash
hand caught her hand and shiny metal one did the same to her leg.

‘James?’
She asked with a concerned voice.

‘It’s me!
No one knows I’m here!’ He whispered before Natasha could have asked anything.
‘I’m sorry for what happened in the afternoon, but also- fuck.’ He cursed and
instead of words he pressed his lips against Natasha’s. She immediately kissed
back, pulling him closer, sliding her fingers into his hair. It was terribly
wrong and forbidden, but hell, it felt good and right. James’ arms were holding
her steady, caressing the small of her back.

‘We
shouldn’t do this.’ She pulled back and he shook his head.

‘I know.’
He nodded and leant his forehead to hers. He knew, he didn’t need to ask if she
felt the same way when they kissed. It was something different than with anyone
before. It was sweet, instinctive and intoxicant. ‘I want to make you-‘ He
blurred out and slid his hand on Natasha’s tights to finish his sentence
without words. He wasn’t good at talking.

‘Do you
want it again?’ She asked eyes wide a bit scared and surprised.

‘Sometime.’
He admitted turning his head to hid his embarrassment from her. ‘But not now. I
owe you.’ His voice was insecure and he only hoped that she will understand
what he wants.

Natasha
kissed him and slightly nodded. She held his wrists and pulled him on the bed,
letting him slide his flash hand on her body. She trusted him this time. It was
him, she knew it, and he wanted her, he wanted to make her feel good. It was
enough for Natasha to let him drive her and her body into pleasure she never
knew before.