It's all the Past. (Closed to captain_asthmatic)

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Who: Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow
When: Summer of 1941
What: Rumlow is sent to the past in order to alter the future for an assured victory for HYDRA in the Second World War.
Warnings: Rumlow being Rumlow. Violence. World domination


HYDRA was finally strong enough to have partial access to the Tesseract and the power that it held. Most of SHIELD science was trying to use the cube in a different way, as a power source but also as a gateway to another world. That was what it was for, but HYDRA had other plans for the Tesseract. The failure of the war was considered pivotal enough where some believed that if the past was altered then the miserable future that they currently lived in would have never come to pass. It would be a better world under the Red Skull.

He was just a boy when they started to study the ability to use the Tesseract as a gateway to span between time and space. He hadn't even decided what he wanted to be when he had grown up save that he would be a drunk and he would be a better man than those who were weak enough to die in the ditch. New York was a tough place to live where he did, but he survived and he go tough despite being in trouble with the law.

He was recruited in juvenile detention, and his life changed. His life became something worth living, so he served and went where he was told, learned the skills that they told him to. He survived, and he learned that just like the miserable kids on the streets, he could lead if he said the right word. It didn't matter to him about race, gender or social class. If one could get the job done and do it well, he would respect them. If not, they were no better then dirt under his boots. He drove men to better though because he wasn't dying because they were weak.

When he was twenty-four, he was taken off of his final tour and sent to New Jersey. He and twenty other men were put into Project Rewind and they were drilled hard and fast into the early forties such as culture, class, history, fashion, currency and even linguistics patterns. The Tesseract was going to sent one lucky man back to alter history to assure HYDRA of a win it was owed. He studied hard, but he wasn't top on the list to get chosen for trial; he was somewhere in the middle.

The first six men never came back. Rumors began to circulate that the project was never going to work. He ignored them and kept fit and loyal. He had to know what to do if it was him that made the transition. He knew the people he was supposed to talk to, the hands he was to shake, the men who would get him in and let him follow the final order to the best of his ability. The next three men never came back either.

Brock volunteered as the tenth. He was given his orders: find Steve Rogers, get close and deliver the super soldier to the Red Skull. Do that and victory was assured.

He was dressed in clothing appropriate to the time era he was supposed to be going to save that he snuck his favourite knife into his boot. He was given some currency with the appropriate dates and told to stand in a particularly spot. He was staring right at the Tesseract, and it seemed far more beautiful than the potential of a horrible death. He noted the spot where he was standing smelled like burnt flesh. It made his toes curl in his boots, but he set himself.

Brock Rumlow was born in 1971. When he opened his eyes after the blue flash of light and the frigid cold of energy that felt like it was burning his flesh right off of his bones, he was standing in the streets of New Jersey in 1941. He was twenty five, and he hadn't even been born yet. He was here to change the future, a future that no longer existed for him because he was here. This was his present. This was his future.

Slowly, he tottered off on shaky legs to get in touch with the right people. He enlisted at the right time, at the right station with the right doctor and he was chosen for Project Rebirth. He was shipped to Camp Lehigh to form a unit of special forces for the United States military under the SSR. The first day was debriefings, a set of their itinerary, books, the start of the rigors of usual boot camp. It wasn't even as physical as his boot camp had been.

It wasn't hard to spot Steve Rogers, and he admitted to not finding the kid anything to look at, but this was going to be a legend. This was going to be Captain America, and he knew what that small frail body was going to turn into and what that stubborn man was going to do for America. Rogers was the joke of the group on a lesser level than Agent Carter. Everyone expected Rogers to drop out or die. No one even really talked to the guy for the first day, not even in the mess hall.

Rumlow sized the guy up all day, waiting and looking for opportunity to approach. Their assigned barracks were pretty much like ancient cabins, the bunks were alright, but the living quarters the usual crammed pieces of crap. He took the bunk on top of Steve's when it was apparent no one else would; he knew guys were punished for not pulling their weight. He swaggered over and stood in front of the scrawny man with his pack on his shoulder and his uniform jacket hanging open.

"Do you mind if I take the top bed?" Everyone stopped to look, but he paid them no mind. Instead, he reached out with his right hand. "Brock Rumlow, pleased to make your acquaintance." Ugh, he was going to barf on his shoes with all this niceness.

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Oh god, he was not expecting that. He gasped softly and curled his narrow fingers in Rumlow's shirt sleeve, as that warm, soft mouth closed over his own. He fumbled his way through it, doing his best to copy and respond to what Brock was doing, terrified that Brock would think he hadn't liked it.

When Brock pulled back, he licked his lips, stunned. "I...yeah. I guess I have." Tentatively, he leaned forward again to shyly press his lips to Rumlow's once more.

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He felt Steve's reaction and the response was laughable, but he kept his face calm and assured like this was all what he expected. Steve definitely needed practice but otherwise, he didn't mind this.

"See, experience already," he whispered before anything else he would have said was cut off as soft lips found his own. He slipped his hand from Steve's chin to the back of the blond's head, kissing Steve back with both rising skill and enthusiasm.

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With a little control and positive feedback, Steve quickly warmed to this, and relaxed. And as he relaxed, his kisses grew more assured, and less fumbling. He was a quick learner, even now, and though he was shy and sweet, he quickly grew in confidence, slipping his arms around Rumlow's neck and experimenting a little as they made out, though he didn't know to open his mouth and deepen the kisses.

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Steve was an eager participant, and he let them both warm to the idea of this kind of physical contact. His fingers scratched lightly at the back of the other man's head and let them just kiss and get a feel for each other's lips. It wasn't so bad, pretty much like kissing a girl if he had his eyes closed.

His fingers tightened slightly on the back of Steve's head as he parted his lips and allowed the tip of his tongue to sneak out and caress the line between Steve's lips.

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Steve gasped at the touch of Rumlow's tongue, and that parted his lips to Rumlow's plunder if he chose. His body tingled, and he was starting to really understand why Bucky liked dating girls so much. He'd always known it would be good if he could ever get over that first hump of getting someone to look past his appearance and frailty and like him, but he hadn't quite realized how good.

He pressed closer instinctively, and as his hips pressed to Rumlow's thigh, there was definitely one thing Rumlow should feel that really wasn't anything like being with a girl. Eyes closed or not.

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His fingers shifted to grasp the back of Steve's neck, his thumb and middle finger rubbing circles against the skin there as his tongue pressed between Steve's lips. The kid tasted okay, like their last meal and toothpaste, but there was a shy innocence that tasted better than anything. He flicked his tongue against Steve's to encourage participation in this from start to finish.

He felt the shift and tightened his arm around Steve's waist and he was suddenly very aware of where this was heading. Maybe they should have stayed in the bathroom. He still issued a very soft moan of pleasure and curled his top leg over Steve's hip to draw the smaller body in against his own.

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Steve rubbed his tongue against Rumlow's, then delved into the other man's mouth in return, loving everything about this. Rumlow tasted amazing to him, not just toothpaste, but something musky and male and exciting.

And then he felt that leg hook around him and their erections pressed together, and he realized where this train was rushing headlong towards. He stiffened a little and drew back, panting as softly as he could. "I...um." He swallowed. "M-maybe we should stop."

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The other man did indeed catch on quickly, and he playfully battled Steve's tongue even when it dared to enter his mouth. He wasn't normally challenged, but he felt a thrill. His hands tightened and massaged, and he rocked their hips together once, twice and then withdrew when Steve stiffened.

Yeah, it was definitely time to stop.

He hummed softly and withdrew his leg and only slightly relinquished his grip on Steve. "We should stop," he agreed easily. "At least you're warmer now?"

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Steve didn't want to stop, not at all, but he was terrified of getting caught - not even for himself, but for Rumlow's sake. "I really don't know if I can stay quiet if we keep going," he murmured, leaning closer to rest his cheek against Rumlow's chest. He listened to his heartbeat, strong and comforting.

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He lifted his arm to affectionately curl it around Steve's head where it rested against his chest. He leaned down to bury his nose into that blond hair, breathing in the other man's scent and letting it fill his head and chest.

"There's no rush," he murmured, even if that wasn't true. Once overseas, they could die at any time. It was best to live with no regrets. "It's better you are warm because you're going to be sore tomorrow for the one-on-one combat already."

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There was a deep and annoyed frustration in Steve's voice as he responded. "We shouldn't have to worry. We shouldn't have to keep it quiet or secret," he growled. "There's nothing wrong with it."

He squeezed his eyes shut. "You've... done it before, then? With other men?"

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"Shhhh," he uttered softly, smoothing a hand down Steve's back at the tone. "People fear what they can't understand or relate to, but let them have their delusions. The secret makes it all very exciting the first while." And really, he'd prefer to sneak around then be called the list of names used to describe men with attraction to other men.

He decided to be plain with Steve, since he didn't really want to be the one to fumble in the end. "Not... all the way. Kissing and touching, yeah." It couldn't be too different from being from a woman, right? Just... don't forget men didn't produce lubrication and everything should go smooth.

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Steve didn't want to face the name-calling much, but that didn't bother him. It was the thought of either or both of them being dishonourably discharged that really couldn't be allowed. They just didn't have the right to be in a relationship if it would mean they couldn't go forward to serve their country.

"Exciting," he murmured. "Yeah... let's just be really careful, though. I can't be - I can't date anyone if it'll mean I don't get to serve."

That being said, he was reassured that he wasn't the only one not completely confident in what he was doing. "We'll figure it out together, then, if we get the chance," he murmured shyly.

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He had read the severity of what was done to those even accused of homosexuality back in this day. They were basically beasts, and he had no interest in facing that when he had a mission to complete. However, he was more than willing to take matters into his own hands and get to Germany any way that he could.

"Heh, listen to you... give up personal happiness for the chance to prove to everyone that you are part of a war effort to stop heinous crimes against humanity." He stroked a hand down Steve's back, certainly not judging. He was going to do the exact same thing after all.

He nodded and nestled his head down against Steve's. "If there is time and opportunity. Otherwise... I'm fine to wait." More than fine actually.

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"Some things are more important than having fun," Steve said softly, grateful that Brock understood. He smiled and relaxed, nodding. "I really like you. Thank you for helping me tonight."

And now he settled comfortably into the mattress, since if they weren't going to make out, maybe he actually should get some sleep. The bruises were aching, but he was content and comfortable in Brock's arms.

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"Some would argue that happiness is more important than anything," he said with a nod of his head. "Especially when in the face of hardship. Some might even believe given what we are about to be going into, it's best to live life to the fullest." They were going to war after all... well, he was going to war and Rogers was going to get into tights.

"The feeling is mutual," he lied charmingly. He settled in as well but waited for Steve to actually sleep before he dared do the same.

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"Not everything," Steve said through a yawn, though he didn't fully disagree. Living life to the fullest before they went off to war. Yeah, he could get behind that. He smiled and patted Rumlow on the back, then quickly dropped off to sleep.

The following day was pure hell. Even Peggy was driven to yelling at Steve as he struggled to keep up though his lungs burned and his body ached. He was grateful to get to bed that night, and the next, but after a couple of weeks, as they drew closer to the end of their stint in training, he knew there was one thing he absolutely had to do.

So the night after he fell on that dummy grenade, just after lights out, instead of sliding into bed and hoping Rumlow would join him for a few kisses after dark, he prodded the other man in the shoulder. "I want to go out," he whispered.

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They had slept tucked in each other's arms and it hadn't been that bad. The next day he won the combat exercise with such skill everyone seemed surprised, even old man Phillips. He didn't molly-coddle Steve, but he subtly put himself in position to make a few of them think twice of doing more than stupid pranks. It was up to Steve to survive and thrive in those that did happen.

They slept together more often than they probably should have. They made out as much as they slept sometimes, but it was generally his decision when to venture down and take the bigger risk. No one appeared to suspect.

He was just settling into his bed pondering what he had seen today, he was drawn from that at the poke to the shoulder. "Break curfew? Alright... lead the way," he whispered back and took delicate care as always in getting out of the top bunk and then followed Steve.

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Steve picked his way past the other bunks as silently as he could in the dark, and slipped out the back door. Over the course of the last couple of weeks, he had identified a spot, near the barracks, but not too near, where a lot of gear and things had been piled. He knew the patrols like the back of his hand, and he also knew that two people could potentially tuck themselves into a gap in the stacks and be invisible.

This was where he brought Brock, keeping to the shadows and timing his movements so as not to be seen by the patrols. It seemed he was a natural when it came to sneaking around enemy bases.

He caught Brock's hand and tugged him into the spot. Though Steve slipped through the gap without much difficulty, it would be harder for Rumlow - hard enough that no one but Steve likely would have seen this as a viable place to hide. For a moment, he feared the other man might not fit, but past the initial gap was a larger space, where Steve leaned against a net-covered stack of munitions.

"I want... I want to go further tonight," he whispered.

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He followed Steve's lead and found himself arriving at a place that he had perhaps acknowledged but never looked too hard into. He watched Steve enter and he had to squeeze himself in with effort and a bit of pain. Those sorts of spaces weren't made for a man of his width, but he managed to force his way in all the same.

It was indeed isolated and no one would think to look for them there. He rubbed at his shirt which was a bit rumpled from getting in but paused at the whispered words. He growled a sound between amusement and skepticism. "Throw yourself on a grenade, and that gets you all hot and bothered, hmm?"

He stepped over to gather Steve up against his chest. "How much further?"

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Steve blushed. Was that it? Okay, maybe it was. "I just realized, that you're right. We really should seize the moment."

He nestled against Rumlow's chest, slender arms slipping around his waist. He looked up and went up on his tiptoes to kiss him on the lips, sweetly and now with far more skill and confidence than the first time. "All the way. I want everything you're willing to give me," he whispered.

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"Heh, I think you've changed your mind on that because it's obvious who Erskine is going to accept to the program. We're all being shipped out to war," he murmured, not that he had a problem with it. He was a reserverist who was being put in play with the 107th infantry, which was exactly where he needed to be. It was all going according to plan.

He leaned down his head down to receive the kiss, his arms tightening around Steve. The little guy had come a long way since they started. He could honestly say he respected the man and was someone he would follow on the battlefield. "Everything, huh? We've got the time and the little hiding space for that..."

He dipped his fingers up the back of Steve's shirt, stroking warm skin affectionately. "It might be fun to fumble through this."

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"You really think so?" Steve asked hopefully. He was very well aware that he wouldn't be going anywhere unless Dr. Erskine took him for his program.

He smiled sweetly, slipping his own hand up under Rumlow's shirt as well, shivering with delight at the gentle touch of Brock's fingers. "We'll figure it out. I...brought something." He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small tube of vaseline.

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"I knew it from the first day that I saw you," he said with all the confidence he had in him. Of course he was right; he had history on his side. "You'll see combat soon enough and that means we can all die at any time. May as well enjoy life to the fullest."

He shivered and swayed his hips against Steve's as his fingers tugged the smaller man's shirt up higher so that he had access to more of Steve's back. He glanced at what Roger's brought and smirked. "Always prepared, huh? You're an excellent boyscout, you know that?"

Now the real question was if he could accidentally break Steve by topping? The kid was kind of frail.

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Steve smiled brilliantly at Rumlow, charmed by his confidence in him.

He snickered and dropped the tube onto a convenient flat surface, and closed his eyes as Rumlow touched him and ground against him. "I was never really a boyscout," he murmured. "But I figured we might regret it if I didn't get organized before dragging you out."

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Rumlow's pants and rubbed.