The Soul Bond Meme

[disassembling]

"I can't live without you...literally."

Wake up. Do what you have to. Work. School. Save the world. Avenge your father's death. Go back to sleep. Average day, for human, demon, sailor scout, angel, slayer, what have you. Though there's some part of you that wonders, in the back of your mind, if this is the day you'll meet your bond.

Because your world is just like ours - or how yours was, in another universe - but with one addition: the soul bond. The soul bond is a concept as old as time itself. People don't question the process, it just is. Some say that it comes from the beginning of time, where each soul was created in a pair, and throughout the lifetimes those souls are reborn into, they search for each other. This is the soul bond. Even if that's mostly faded into myth, it's generally excepted that there is only only one person for anyone. So, soulmates.

Not exactly. Soul bonds are more. They are about the joining of bodies: sexually and psychically. The bond isn't necessarily about love, though the close connection facilitates that emotion growing, and some fondness does appear in almost every case. It's bigger than love, bigger than hate, bigger than anything else; it's finding yourself in someone else, and your never wanting to lose that. Needless to say, the soul bond is the cornerstone of life and society. Marriage is reserved for the bonded, and you're expected to be searching for that other half. There's a good biological reason for that, too, as the unbonded cannot reproduce and those who have not found their bond are doomed to die extremely early in comparison to their peers and in a most painful, withering fashion. Who would want that?

In this world, sex is had with those who are not the other half of your bond, even if society considers that frivolous. For the truth is, sex with any other will never be as good as sex with your other half. When you make love to someone who isn't yours, you'll know it. It's a disappointment.

When you so much as see your bond for the first time, or at least for the first time after you've reached sexual maturity, you'll know, even if you're already "with" someone else. The signs are inescapable. You'll know it's them. You'll become hyper-focused on them, your heart will race, your muscles tighten, your brain shoot off every signal it nose...and you will become aroused beyond belief. Any arousal you've had prior pales in comparison. So go ahead, if you don't want a bond, ignore it. Try. It won't work. The more you ignore it, the more control you'll lose. Did I forget to mention? In this world, sexual drives are a little more animalistic than usual. They would have to be when the mainstay of the races is a sexual-based bond. Those who try to ward off the desire to become one with their other half can achieve mild success - until they absolutely lose themselves. It's not uncommon to see bonds going at it in the streets, unabashed and unashamed, for trying to hold off the inevitable. Sex between bonds in public, generally, is not looked down upon.

You've given in. Of course you did. But what now? The first time you have sex with your bond, it will be beyond compare. You will share memories with each other, as this is the opening of your psychic connection with them. Yes, psychic connection. How would you expect to be truly bonded otherwise? How strong this link is depends on how often you have sex. Even at baseline, though, you'll know if your bond is hurt or in trouble. Fair warning: this will pull at that animal brain, and you will go into a beserker mode to get them back with you. Similarly, you will behave in a territorial manner if you feel the bond is threatened; jealousy often results in shameless public sex, in hopes to re-establish the strength of your connection and make your bond realize that YOU'RE the other part of them, no one else. In addition, bonds don't handle separation well and each partner will be antsy and on edge. It can be done, and most pairs do because of work, duties, and life in general, but returns are usually accompanied by sometimes days-long sex sessions.

Aside from those quirks, the bonding process can be quite useful. A bond can calm you down, and sex with your bond can serve as the ultimate relaxer. Your bond is the one who can heal you, and sex boosts your strength and power. Yes, those of you looking to achieve your ultimate goal...or ultimate form. Being a bond makes you stronger. Don't resist, no matter how surly you are.

The bond is no respecter of person. Outside of sexuality such as straight or gay, types or species don't matter. You could be bonded with someone as different from you as night and day. However, no matter what the case, you'll begin to care for them in some fashion. You'll feel the need to be with each other as much as possible, both sexually and otherwise. They'll become the most important person in the world to you. Of course, this is assuming your bond is someone you can feasibly be with. Perhaps there is some truth to that reincarnation business, as sometimes, those souls are reborn into people who are never meant to be bonds - warring tribes, at-odds species, and even relatives or people with a great amount of age between them.

The bond is permanent. This is the person you were meant to be with, after all, until you die (and soul bonds usually die within years of each other). Theoretically, though, it can be broken. Mostly, this is done when one side betrays the other side somehow. As the bond is initiated through sex, it's broken in the same way. What happens next is rarely pretty. Police reports usually find the bodies of the dead bonded, cause of death specifically unknown.

Head spinning yet? It shouldn't be! This is the world you live in.

rules
- Comment with your character, preferences, what you're interested in, and what you're not interested in.
- Crosscanon tagging is expected and encouraged. Mention if you want to make some kind of canon-insertion AU with one of the characters or just have a nebulous AU.


prompts

Meeting - You see your bond in that way for the first time, and it's done. You're done. You have to have them to be complete.

Trying to Fight It - No, you're the type who rebels against this whole "soul bond" system. You're the master of your own design, and you won't give in despite the fact that you could just start masturbating right now.

Failure to Fight - The whole fighting thing didn't work out, and now you're going at each other like you'll die of thirst.

First Time - The legendary first time with soaring sensations, amazing orgasms, and the sharing of memories.

Not the Sharing Type - You're a private person and don't want your brain in someone else's. How can you reconcile this? Maybe doing the act can change your mind. Or maybe you just want relief so badly, you don't care.

Feedback - You feel all of your partners pleasure as well as their pain. If you can't come up with something kinky, I can't help you.

Dirty Thoughts - You know what's naughty? Sending mental images of what you'd like to do to your bond through your connection. It's like mental sexting - or a fun way to torture them.

Learning About Each Other - You're learning what both of you like and don't like and sharing as you go.

Jealousy - Someone tried to approach your bond and it made you a bit miffed. Now it's time for some affirmation of the connection and to make sure that you're still on their mind.

Rough Bond - Your bond is more hate than love sometimes, but it's a thin line. Besides, you still care more about them than anyone else, and god forbid someone hurt them. Besides, rough sex is fun.

Separation - You'll be apart for a while. You need one last hurrah

Reunion - You're back together. Now to make up for lost time. Not just because you want to, either.

Public - Remember how I said sex in public is accepted for bonds. Why not take advantage?

Chasing That High - You keep having sex with people, trying to find you bond.

Chasing That Low - In contrast to the above, you're trying to keep away from a bond by desensitizing yourself to sex.

Bond Party - Some young people throw "mixers" where, hopefully, you may meet your bond. Experimentation is bound to happen...even experimentation with multiple people at the same time, trying to find that one.

Can Never Be - Your bond is with someone you shouldn't have one with. They're your sworn enemy, your teacher, or your sibling. Your body and soul says yes, but your mind says no.

Strengthen - You need energy to defeat the big bad or rule the world. Go to your bond and recharge.

Comfort - A bond is often the only one who can calm their other half down, and that sometimes happens through a grounding via sex, bringing the upset party back to what really matters.

Healing - Healing wounds and healing the connection all comes down to body pressed against body. Just be careful of blood.

Long Time Bond - You've been together for some time now and you know each other like the back of your hands. You can make them come in ten seconds flat if need be, but it's more fun to drag things out, isn't it?

Ritual - You want to make your bond official in the eyes of the government. Unsurprisingly, the marriage ceremony is ritualistic sex.

Impregnation - There's no fertilization between the eggs and sperm of non-bonds, so one surefire way to make sure everything's on the up and up is to get pregnant.
Mind Games - Being psychically connected is all good until they fuck with your head.

Dependency - It's not always easy, being for, all intents and purposes, addicted to a person. You need them like you need breathing, and you'll take what you can even if you're ashamed.

Already with Someone - You love someone, but they're not your bond. Can they keep you when you meet your real bond?

I'm Not Yours, You're Not Mine - You know you're not bonds. Still you want them to stay with you and you'll do anything and try to be better.

False Bond - You thought you were bonded, you really did, until you met them

Faking It - There are benefits to faking a bond, including for safety, financial gain, and to secure alliances. Of course, you can't fake it in the bedroom.

Manipulating - You'll get what you want, even if you have to lie and pretend you're bonded to them...how you can fake that, no one knows, but it's worth a shot.

It's Not Me, It's You - Sometimes, mistakes are made. They're your bond, but you're not theirs.

Break the Bond - Because you have a death wish or a snuff kink.

My Ex-Lover is Dead - Your soul bond is gone and you're trying to fill the gap.

OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN


Now made with 10x more awful because Brock Rumlow is involved in it. I regret nothing and neither should any of you.

Comments

The Winter Soldier | James "Bucky" Barnes

[disassembling]

[For slightly less awful]

6 - Feedback

[you_know_me]

Bucky was out getting them food. Actually, she wasn't sure what he was doing. Right now though? Right now she was getting bored. It's why she was laying back in their bed and her hand was trailing down over her body. If she'd realized that he'd end up feeling what she was in that moment, she might of stopped. Might of.

Her hand slides down along her stomach a bit more, moving to slip between her legs.

[disassembling]

He'd be sent to get them something to eat and while he wasn't reluctant or dependent on her, he still enjoyed closeness when there was opportunity to be. He still left, wandering to the market for vegetables to make a stir-fry or a salad because he hadn't decided yet. Most of his shopping adventures involved just deciding on a whim rather than planning it out.

He picked up a bellpepper and turned it over to check for bruising. He paused, feeling a suffusion of heat that definitely had been there a moment before. There was a ghost of tingling along his stomach and he stuffed the pepper into a bag and added it to his basket. It was probably nothing... just some residual effect of them being parted or something, right?

[you_know_me]

If he wanted to think that it was some residual effect of them being parted, who was going to stop him. However, it has nothing to do with that at all. No, it has to do with the fact that he isn't home and she's getting bored. Something that was hard to do when it came to her. Normally she'd be working on her sketches, but not today.

No, her fingers move between her legs a bit more and caress along her clit, soft moan slipping from her lips. Sorry, Bucky, you may or may not get through the market aroused by the end of the shopping trip. More than likely aroused more than not.

9 –Jealousy [ idk what i am doing ]

[eleutheria]

Was Stephanie surprised when it turned out they were each other soul bond back before the war and everything happened, no she couldn’t say that she was and she didn’t thought anyone was for that matter. Everyone that knew them had probably seen it coming from the start, considering how close they had been while growing up, so it really hadn’t been that hard to accept that part of their lives and adapt to it, even if they hadn’t gone with the norm back then and married right off the start, they were going to do so of course but then the war had happened and…

…Everything that had happened did, he had fallen, she had fallen, she had woken up alone in this new century and feeling that missing link from her soul bond and then she had found him again, when he had tried to kill her and had been so confused at feeling that familiar tug once again, and of course all the things he had gone through made their situation a bit complicated.

Sure she had managed to bring Bucky back and the work on his recovery was still a work on progress, and while they were both aware they were soul bonded, they hadn’t exactly done anything about it just yet. Their bond was still there, surprisingly enough despite all that had happened but then it was probably because he hadn’t exactly been that conscious about betraying her, but the thing is that they…well they hadn’t gone about re-affirming it just yet.

A slight and what kind of felt as a slight intimate touch against her arm snapped her back to her senses, she looked up to find Tony’s smirking face and she couldn’t help but smile back. It was odd how a disastrous one night stand, which had been just awful, had ended making them kind of friends and now he felt comfortable enough to flirt with her from times to times, since it didn’t bothered Pepper and it’s not as if it meant anything. She turned when she saw movement from the corner of her eye and smiled a bit. “Hey there, Buck.”

[disassembling]

He wasn't what he had been back before the war, before he had fallen, before the years of killing men who could fight back turned into murdering men and women and children who had no idea he had been there in the first place. He expected that the only reason he was still drifting through life as it was now happened to be because Stephanie was stubborn, the Avengers wanting to keep her content, and the fact he couldn't yet stray too far with HYDRA looking for him. He was safer with them and while he had progressed to being able to function from day-to-day again, it was difficult. He never said anything about it unless he had to.

The bond was sluggish but there, tugging him along with the expectations that someday when he was normal and completely functional, something good might be waiting for him on the other side. It generally had him able to follow Stephanie around save when he was working on something for himself internally or working out. Emotions were difficult to cope with, so he had to use his body to get them out.

Still, he had to be functional. He ate, he worked out, he showered. He had just finished his shower of the morning and went in search of Stephanie to find out if there was a plan for the day; if not, he might just find a park bench and people watch to pick up on things. He wandered around, hands behind his head as he pulled his long hair into a ponytail high up on his head to keep out of his way.

Moving silently, he found Stephanie and Tony together, and he knew that smirk that Stark wore. It had an knowing invitation to it, and he didn't know why he felt suddenly so hot and irritated. "Hello," he said with an edge to his tone. He glanced aside. "...you look busy. I'll come back later." He turned to leave.

[eleutheria]

Whatever was the reason behind the Avengers being willing to host Bucky with them, she was quite thankful for it, especially to Natasha and Sam since they had been in the brunt end of the soldier violence. But she had the bit of suspicion it was due to the fact most, if not all of them, understood how important a soul bond was and how awful it was to be without that person. Natasha had been particularly antsy –or as much as she could be, when it had taken Clint quite a bit to return from his last assignment before SHIELD fell.

They all understood and had probably banked on that bond to more or less keep Bucky on line, as tenuous as their bond was it was still there and still had enough of an effect. Which was why she was able to notice the slight irritation on his tone though she could be mistaken as well, they couldn’t read the other as well as they did before, but before she could open her mouth Stark beat her to it.

“Nah, we are not busy at all, Buckster, right Stephy?”

She just looked a bit startled at the new nickname before sighing a bit. “Are you hungry? We were about to have breakfast or at least I was since Tony seems to survive only with coffee.”

A grin appeared on Tony’s face before he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Yes do stay with us, we are all friends here, aren't we?”

Meeting and jealousy

[cloneororiginal]

The notion of a soul bond sounded completely ridiculous to Sarah. It was supposed to be as real as anything in this world, but the science behind it, the evidence...it didn't make any sense. It was all a matter of fate and chance. The world they lived in could not rely on such things. They were trained killers. They needed to be precise, deadly and on point. Anything less would get them killed, or worse, skinned alive by HYDRA. A least if they were dead they would be of no use to the evil organization. Then again, this was the same origination that loved to play God, creating life from nothing.

She was nothing more than a science experiment. Something for people to observe, take notes on, poke, prod, and test her limits. Now it was time to see if she was worth keeping around.

Her and the other clones were summoned to the debriefing room to discuss their newest target. Some diplomat that needed to be brought down for one reason or another. Sarah wasn't paying too much attention, instead she was throwing teasing glances at the other men in the room. One of them seemed like he'd be up for the task of going for a quick tryst when the room became utterly quiet.

Another soldier walked in, one of HYDRA'S prized weapons. Sarah's gaze turned from the soldier she was silently flirting with to see who walked in. Her heart began to speed up, her hands sweaty and sudden urge to get closer.

Weren't these the feelings that described as a..no, god no. Her life was fucked up enough as is! The brunette bowed her head to avoid eye contact, waiting to be dismissed and ignore The Winter Soldier.

[disassembling]

There was a mission to be done, and that was all that was required of him when he had been told to suit up for the debriefing. He went in full tactical gear, his face mask set in place and his goggles hiding where he was looking. It was the first time he would meet this group of people, but they meant nothing to him as he prowled into the room after his current handler for the mission. He settled as his eyes swept across the faces and stopped on one in particular.

Something flared outside of usual sharp coldness that he lived in, something hot and pleasant. The kind of pleasantness that he associated with a summer breeze moving through a field of wildflowers when he had choked the life out of a woman and her two children on orders. The smell of the flowers had been tantalizing and warm, drawing him to another place even as he completed his mission. Now it was associated with that woman who he had no permission to choke in the same way.

Since he was wearing goggles, he could watch her without drawing attention to himself. His hands remained loose at his sides and he didn't move while the new debriefing was going on. Who was she? He wondered what he was supposed to do with her now that he wanted to stand next to her. This hadn't happened in the memories that he had.

[cloneororiginal]

The meeting droned on for what seemed like hours until they were all dismissed. They had an hour to prep themselves to take out the diplomat. Sarah briefly glanced at the clock, taking down the time and setting a mental reminder to come back within sixty minutes. Her eyes left the clock, automatically going to the Soldier, before forcing herself to stare at the man she had been silently flirting with. They locked eyes again, giving Sarah something to focus on. She flashed a weak smirk before turning on her heel.

All she had to do was stay away from the Soldier until they had to leave. She could busy herself by getting it on with the random guy she saw. Yes, that would do. A quickie would clear her head and leave her clear headed in time for the mission.

At least that was the plan until one of her Superior Officers called her back. The clones were to receive further instructions and would be operating under the Winter Soldier. Bloody hell. She wanted to shoot herself, or stab her own thigh if it meant getting away. But no, she was forced to stay with him. Just hold out till Cosima, or Helena get here...fuck. She kept her distance from him and opted to stay silent. Best to not make conversation with him, right?

Brock Rumlow

[infligere]

[For the complete dickbag awful]

2 - Trying to fight it

[aktiv]

She couldn't say how long it had been, but she was fighting it. Fighting the feel of that damn bond that she had with Rumlow. Someone who she could barely even stand. However, she wasn't going to let that stupid thing get between them. Right now... right now she was coming back from a mission. More than likely they were going to get what information they needed from her and then go about their day. Wipe her mind again like they'd been doing for a while now.

Which meant for the time being, while she could, she's avoiding the other.

[infligere]

Pierce knew they were soul bonded, that resistance would only last so long, especially on her end. He was more than willing to crawl his way up her proverbial skirt, but it was so much more interesting to watch her struggle against it, especially after she was wiped. They weren't sent on missions together though because it would distract her, and she had to be on task for those.

However, he made it a point to be waiting to at least watch her and smirk when she came back. He was in his full tactical gear, having just completed a mission for SHIELD only an hour before. When he saw her, he gave her a coy wink.]

How's the soul feeling today?

[aktiv]

They hadn't interrogated her yet nor wiped her mind. Not just yet, at least. Though that was on their agenda for the day and something Rumlow knew. So when she hears his voice cut through her thoughts, she narrows those hard eyes on him. Making sure to keep her distance from the man.

"My soul feels just fine. It's nothing you should worry about."

Re: Brock Rumlow

[hashisreasons]

His cover has been blown. We need him here.

Ward didn't want to be anywhere that Rumlow was. He'd heard about the man, heard what a dick he could be. Like his former mentor, he got the task done and didn't care about the consequences. Ward did what he was ordered to do, but since meeting the others, he struggled internally. He never mentioned it, but Coulson and his team had been more of a family to him that Garrett.

When they found out about him, HYDRA had come in and retrieved him, bringing him to Rumlow and the others. He was too useful, or so he had heard them say. With his cover blown, was that really the case anymore?

At least he was grateful he wasn't dead. Yet.

He'd met Rumlow only once so far. Still, once was enough for him. He could feel it the moment they met. And he hated it. Never had he expected a soul bond with that douchebag. Since then, he'd done everything he could to keep his distance.

Hiding out in the weapons locker, Ward cleaned his gun for the millionth time. At least here, nobody could find him.

[infligere]

There were certain agents that were deemed skilled enough not to earn an immediate bullet for their failure when it came to the Insight mission. For most of them, they had been as much victims to the machine, but they were still useful despite the fact that most of them had had years of work and covers blown wide open with the complete unlocking of the intelligence agencies. Those that survived were to go into hiding for awhile.

He'd been picked up recently, the scarring across most of his body still healing and giving him a distinct pink colouration when he walked around without sleeves to his shirt. He almost always did. He was gathered with a few other agents waiting to be extracted from the country or given a new mission. It was as close to a closed door meeting that HYDRA ever had really.

Rumlow met Grant Ward in a dingy little place, and he knew immediately without having to be told who the man was. His eyes had followed the other but mostly kept to himself as the bond flared between them as he had been told it would with the bonded. Well that just threw a wrench into his plans, especially dealing with a kid like that. However, as much as the situation was a piece of shit, he recognized its uses as well. Ward was a good agent, excellent in combat and undercover when that cover wasn't blown. He could have bonded with worse.

He finally made his approach when he knew that no one would be watching, pushing open the door to the weapons locker and leaning on the door frame. "You keep cleaning that and everyone is going to think you're having second thoughts about your life choices."

Rough Bond/Dirty Thoughts

[cloneororiginal]

It wasn't within the realm of possibility for any of the clones to have a bond with anyone. Yet, Sarah managed to prove her creators wrong and found herself having a bond with her least favorite person. God, there were days she wanted to shoot Rumlow in the thigh, kneecap, and elsewhere, but had to restrain herself from doing so. Not because it would mean HYDRA would kill her, or that S.H.I.E.L.D would want her skinned alive, no it was the stupidest reasons. Rumlow was...damnit, he was good in the sack. Even when Sarah had relations with another, it didn't do her anything.

It left her...wanting him, and damnit, she hated him for it. She hated him for it, she hated herself for it and wished she could shoot him for it.

In imagining all the lovely ways Sarah would love to spend her time, her thoughts wandered to the last time they were together. The rush, the intensity and the high that came from going at each other. Sarah found herself biting her lower lip, and forced herself to stop thinking. He could be listening in on her thoughts, no doubt with a smirk on his face, and plotting some way to torture her.

[infligere]

Brock didn't bond, or at least, he told himself that it was not in his life to do so. The universe still conspired against him anyway, and he hadn't been happy to find out that when he had found a bond, it was to some freak science project that may or may not have any bearing on success. He would have shot her, but he knew that a dead bond meant the other passed sooner than later, and he had too much shit to do before he died. So, he decided that if he had to be miserable and hate it, so did his bond.

He nailed her when he had to, stayed close when it was required, but he wasn't there often either. Being a major player to two organizations took up a lot of his time, but he still put aside time to annoy Sarah as much as possible with just his presence. Really, it didn't take any more than that. He especially liked the times where they had to go on missions together. Her only real revenge came now and again, and he cursed her colourfully whenever it happened.

Like now.

Ugh, HYDRA meetings were always awkward when half-erection and he mentally sent her back a nasty thought of what he was going to do to her with rope and his belt later. He then left the meeting twenty minutes later to track her down so he could force her to endure his presence for a little while.

"Thinking about me again, sweetheart? Must want me bad or you're really bored."

Sooo many options...

[imadebreakfast]

Ariel had thought, for years, that Riley was her bondmate, they both had, it was part of why they'd always worked as well together as they had. It was why she'd taken losing him as hard as she had. But then she hadn't died, not after the first week, or the first month, or even a year later, and she'd started to doubt that what they'd had had been true. Or maybe she'd been his bondmate but he hadn't really been hers, that sort of thing did happen from time to time.

Then, in the course of helping Steve, there came that day on the bridge, and she hadn't been able to tell right away just which of the bodies in the crowd caused that tug not just at her senses but what seemed like her entire consciousness. She hadn't known until the three of them -herself, Steve and Natasha- were all being summarily arrested, it had been easy to pinpoint hm then, the shorter of the pair handling Steve.

She'd found him again, later, or rather he'd found her, while she was wingless, grounded, and still fighting the good fight as best she could. Even just being in the same room was enough that her knees almost gave way, she had no idea how she could have thought what she had with Riley was true in the face of this.

Are you ready for yours?

Lord help her, she'd almost said yes. And then had subsequently thrown herself out of a building to get away from him. Or from the disabled helicarrier crashing down on them, one or the other.

After everything had come crashing down, she'd thrown herself into helping Steve so that she wouldn't have to think about anything else, least of all the fact that her bondmate was still out there, somewhere. And it worked, sort of, for weeks, months even, but they'd come back to New York both to check in with the newly-minted Avengers Tower and to hunt down any new leads as to where the former Winter Soldier might be.

But because she wasn't officially an Avenger -though Stark had teased that they could have her swearing-in ceremony once the place was actually finished- it meant she had some time to herself to wander the city, wait for Steve to call, and do her best to ignore that niggling tug at the back of her mind that had never really gone away.

<3

[infligere]

Rumlow didn't believe in the bullshit about bonding with a single person and having his entire world focus on that. He didn't have time for it, didn't want it, and he wasn't the type of man who ever thought that it would happen to him. He even guarded himself against it, keeping to himself and relying mostly on members of HYDRA and little else than that. He had avoided the complication as best that he could, but it came all the same and he hated it t he moment that he sensed her. He wanted to hate her, but it was impossible with a bond, so he instead hated the situation more than anything.

He had avoided loading her personally into the vehicle, keeping his eyes and attention focused on keeping Rogers contained, not that it was really necessary given that the guy was in shock. It was going to mess up their plans all the same, but he had his part to play and so he would or die trying. God did he want to look at her though, to catch a closer look, maybe tighten the restraints just shy of painful.

The parting was worse, knowing she had gone away to fight another day. They would meet again, and then he's show her something of what being bonded to him was like. When he found her again as he ascended to deal with the Widow and council they had met and he let her know right then and there what it was to be close to him. It would be a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain as a bond was supposed to be. Perhaps it was the bond tugging him along, but he was two steps out of the window after her as the helicarrier almost crushed them both. She hit the helicopter dead on; he managed to slide a hand down her leg before he hit the leg of the helicopter and dropped into the waters of the Potomac, alive, bruised and wanted but alive.

He went into hiding as HYDRA and SHIELD imploded. He was growing his hair out and let a beard grow for the time being, moving from safe house to safe house for months until he happened to be returning to his current one with a bag of groceries. He waited until she had wandered onto a relatively deserted street and then stepped out down the way from her. "Long time no see, babe. You gonna avoid me forever and hurt us both with the separation or are you going to admit you need me?"

Rough Bond + Separation & Reunion I guess, also TL;DR omg

[legaxtum]

Really Sharon didn’t have anything against the soul bond deal, it was a lovely idea and it could be romantic, she supposed depending on who you ended bonded with. She had after all heard the stories from people that had been bonded and been so happy, her parents, her aunt Peggy and several others that painted the whole deal as a wonderful and the most beautiful thing that could happen to you but only if you were leading the right life.

On practical level, Sharon realized that the whole soul bond deal was more of a liability than something that could be useful and harmonious with the line of work and the type of life she led. Whether it was civilian or another agent, it was more of a danger and an inconvenience since it affected the perfect mental balance required for S.H.I.E.L.D work, the work and goal that had been her whole life since she heard her aunt Peggy tales, and maybe that was the main reason for a long while she had been quite happy that she had dodged the bullet when it came to it, unlike some other fellow agents.

But of course she couldn’t keep dodging the bullet forever and she felt the tell tale signs of it when she met Brock Rumlow and God, how had she cursed everything that apparently her soul bond was such a cocky and obnoxious bastard that she had pretty much hated from the get go and it had appeared to be mutual. And of course, hate had nothing to do with it when the other instincts of the bond were still there and couldn’t be ignored, but it didn’t stopped things from being bitter, hateful, rough and scornful between them.

It had been that stupid and damn bond what had made her refuse Steve when he had asked her, she didn’t wanted to drag him to the messy deal she was with Rumlow and she still remembered the last time someone had tried to approach her and the man hadn’t liked it, it had been a bit vicious and while she knew Rumlow wouldn’t be able to take on Steve, well she preferred to avoid anything since she didn’t wanted scandal to follow her and it WASN’T because there was a barely there twinge of protectiveness for the bastard.

So when it turned out her soul bond was a Hydra agent, she hadn’t exactly been that surprised and she just KNEW it, the moment Steve message had come she knew it and she hadn’t regretted pointing that gun or starting that fight with him, he was her soul bond yes, but it didn’t changed she hated him more than anything and that he had aided to taint her long life dream. After that whole ordeal was over, she had briefly seen him on the hospital and whatever pang she felt at seeing him like that was quickly smothered by her disdain and scorn against him.

And that had been around six months ago, he had of course broken out or had been aided by Hydra to leave the hospital, and he had fallen off the radar. Thankfully he hadn’t tried to search for her and she was very good at ignoring the effects the separation were having on her, she had carried on and right now, she was feeling a small pang of victory over the fact she had aided Captain Rogers to finally track down and catch the Winter Soldier, which was a victory over Hydra and the bastard of her soul bond.

Sharon checked her reflection on her bathroom mirror and winced a bit at her split lip, she should count herself lucky that she had only ended with a few bruises and scrapes, considering who they had been against. “It really could have been worse.”

[infligere]

He hated more things than he liked, though he knew how to fake liking more than he faked hating. It was just unfortunate that the soul bond thing existed in the first place and he got wrapped up into it when he had no time for that kind of bullshit. It was just good that their hate for each other was mutual and there would never be any kind of love to get in the way of their missions or their duties. He preferred to never have an attachment that he couldn't break when it suited him, but unfortunately the bond was permanent. That was very unfortunate.

Still, they managed around it, the few times that they reduced themselves to the kind of activity that was required for upkeep and contentment had been few and far between. The times it had happened, it had been rough and engaging, the kind of sex that left him worn out but entirely satisfied even after he rolled out of bed, set her down from being nailed against a locker or hiking his pants up after a trip to the couch. It was all good stuff, but he was just as content to leave.

Then actual life got in the way, he'd almost died and instead lost any chance of getting too far in the United States anymore. He spent months in recovery, carefully monitored from a few medical professional whose over all point of view of life aligned with his own and they hadn't been exposed in the big information dump. They had been the reason he had gotten out, and he slipped away without much thought for his bond. He knew she was out there.

Eventually, the separation was uncomfortable enough to go looking for her. The Soldier was out of HYDRA's hands for the moment, but he didn't care about that. With help of current information, he found her apartment and slipped inside, the first time he had probably been there. It smelled like her, and that soothed some of his rough nerves as he waited for her to return and stalked quietly to the bathroom.

"It can always get worse, sweetheart," he said as he stepped into the doorway. "How about a kiss for old time's sake?"

As discussed, that awful idea with the Rumlow and Bucky fanart

[whatsfondue]

Steve's not entirely sure why he's still alive. Despite Peggy's best efforts, he hadn't really tried very hard to survive the plane crash into the arctic. Everyone says that when a person's lost their soul bond, they simply faded away until their bodies gave up. It was probably the serum, the thought. Enhanced even the one part he wished he could just give up. He could no longer feel anything but a blank emptiness of where Bucky used to be ever since that day on the train. SHIELD was clueless, thinking it was only depression that Captain America in its grips and that it would eventually go away with hard work and therapy. He simply nodded and gone along, not feeling the need to argue against it. What could they do for a broken bond anyway?

There was at least still a use for Captain America seventy years ahead in the future even Steve Roger wished otherwise. A mission with the Strike Team to take down a terrorist cell holding up an isolated village in Eastern Europe. Nothing he had not done in a similar fashion both in the war with the Howling Commandos and in the recent past with the Strike. However, what was different this time was that instead of acting as the vanguard as usual he was the rear guard instead while the Strike Team rescued the hostages, based on reports that there was man that SHIELD was especially keen to take in alive that had been seen with the terrorists.

He crouched down low behind a stone wall and listened carefully at the reports filtering through the communicator in his ear. Things had been quiet on his end. Almost too quiet and he hefted the shield carefully on one arm as he checked his surroundings again, then charged through the open gate, bashing one guard almost casually with his fist before heading towards the isolated house on to of the hill where reports had listed either more hostages were kept or the terrorist leader himself was staying.

[infligere]

This was one of the more dangerous missions that he had been on with the STRIKE team and certainly not because of the target or the subject of the mission itself. This was dangerous because it was both a SHIELD and HYDRA mission and the two were combined but supposed to stay entirely separate at the same time. That made running this very difficult because they had to keep Rogers and the Soldier apart and in clear lines. It helped that Rogers had been assigned to the back-up party so that he could move the asset into the building and release the Soldier to hunt through the building for the man that was a HYDRA target for elimination and have it look like a suicide.

Unfortunately, he had no idea that proximity to Rogers had done something strange to the Soldier who became distracted in the mission and wanted to go outside. It required a firmer hand by him and personally take charge of the Soldier to drive the asset along the objectives with promises of going outside after they were done here and not a moment before. What the hell had been going on? This was a shitty place for a malfunction after all.

They got to the house on the grounds in question, not caring much for hostages, leaving that to the rest of STRIKE as he moved in for the target. They found the man and he supervised the asset working, his handgun tapping against his thigh as the target was made to wait for preparation - a noose - from the main beam of the house. They had just set the guy to hanging and kicking when a report was passed to him on a private channel that Rogers was on the move. Shit.

They needed confirmed death. He set the asset off to a dark corner of the room near the window and watched the target struggle for last breaths and then go still. He glanced to the Soldier who was creeping out of the corner like some moth drawn to a flame. "No you don't. Back there," he snarled.

[whatsfondue]

Steve was receiving regular reports from the STRIKE team that they were rescuing the hostages group by group according to the plan and schedule. There was a request from one of the team members for him to head towards another area in the village as backup, which after a moment he denied and told them to handle on their own, judging that the risk to the mission without him to be minimal. If he gone off now then there was a high chance the target would disappear; the target's done so before. Or worse, the hostages would be dead. He crouched down when he reached the house to duck underneath the window, readying himself to break through the door.

Then he felt an odd twinge in his chest and Steve paused, his free hand going to rub against approximately where his heart was. Twinges in his chest were nothing new...before the serum that was. He used to have a heart murmur and with his asthma he'd learned to categorize fairly quickly what was acting up inside his body. This was kind of like it yet at the same time not. Taking a deep breathe, he pushed it aside in his mind. He was on a mission and this doesn't feel like it was going to compromise his capabilities so it could wait until later. Slowly, he peeked carefully into the room from outside; the sight of a body hanging from a noose in the middle of the room made his eyes widen and the next moment he was breaking through the window with the shield and jumping in. A dead body told no tales and both he and SHIELD very much wanted those tales.

He jumped in through the broken window just in time to see a figure in black darting out the doorway. Steve's reaction was immediate, which was to give chase immediately.