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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He grunted and pretended to be offended, but he made certain that it was rather over-the-top so Steve would know he wasn't serious. He slipped a hand up the other man's tight sweater in revenge to set his cold hand on Steve's nice and warm back.

"Fine, I guess I forgive you. You sure you didn't find a nice girl to doe-eyes on? Otherwise, I might see to it to take advantage of you." He rose on his toes, bringing their faces closer together to indicate just how he would take advantage.

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Steve yelped and batted away the hand, then leaned in and kissed Rumlow soundly. He recognized that he hadn't really been that offended, and was relieved by that.

"Well, if you weren't in the picture, I think Agent Carter might have liked me a little," he confided, but very uncertainly. "But you can take advantage of me any day of the week."

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His hand was shoved away, and he didn't make good on his promise to torment Steve to begging. Not yet anyway. He moaned into the kiss, pleasantly surprised that the good Captain would initiate in the face of his teasing.

"Ah, you and Agent Carter, huh? I don't mind if you want to have a go with her, you know," he said as he rubbed his nose against Steve's cheek. "When all this is over, at least you won't have to feel like a criminal when you're with her. Family and a couple of kids... any man's dream."

Not his. His dreams were far more over-reaching.

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Steve drew back a little, confused by the comment. "You'd be okay with that?" It wasn't like he wasn't tempted, but it seemed odd that Rumlow would be encouraging him to go with her, while kissing and nuzzling him at the same time. Steve had to assume that Rumlow didn't want him that much - could it be he preferred the old, skinny Steve?

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"Come on, what kind of lover would I be if I denied you from the chance for a family, Rogers?" He shrugged his shoulders and his arms tightened around the other man's far thicker shoulders. "I missed you, kid... but I'm not the kind of man who cares so much that I can't see beyond my own selfishness and know that I could give you up to see you happy."

His fingers traced down the back of Steve's neck. "You're Captain America. You could do anything."

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Steve closed his eyes, relieved that Brock still wanted him. Even if one day they broke up and he moved on, he knew he'd always have a special place in his heart for Brock, who had cared for him when he didn't look like much. When he was just some kid from Brooklyn, with no future.

"How about we leave discussion of family for after the war, okay?" He opened his eyes and smiled at Rumlow. "We both might want to find a pair of nice dames and settle down, then, but neither of us can do that now, right?"

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Here outside of their mess of a camp full of men from multiple countries, he could disillusion himself on his path. He could tuck it away where he wasn't constantly under the urge to laugh in Steve's face and just pretend that this was all there was to life now.

"Heh, may want to start now since you never know when we'll die," he said but pressed himself harder against Steve's new body. It sure was something else. "Until we find ourselves those dames, we can enjoy each other, hmm?"

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Steve found his back pressed against a tree, and he held Rumlow close against him. It did feel nice to do this without having to feel cold or worry about his breathing.

He grunted with pleasure as Rumlow rocked against him. "Yeah, that sounds real swell," he murmured. "I'm glad you don't just have a weird thing for spindly guys. I wondered if that was why."

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It was amazing that despite all the strength, Steve was still pretty damn easy to push around and line up where he wanted. He sidled his body side to side against his new commanding officer's one, feeling the hard lines of Steve's body.

"I could care less about your body. I liked your honesty and big-man attitude," he said. Which was the truth. He still just happened to be working for HYDRA. "What do you say sneaking a little further away and having a little kiss and tell?"

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Steve had no reason to resist, especially if Rumlow was going to do such nice things, pressing against him.

He smiled shyly, but with an edge of eagerness, and tightened his arms around Rumlow. "Sounds... like just the thing. Without the telling part."

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"What? You have so much to tell me about how you got here," he growled before easing away and pulling Steve off of the tree to slip away further from camp. The men could mind themselves for a little while; he wanted to see just what he was missing out in not getting on Rebirth.

"You realize you're going to be called a hero for the stunt you pulled, right?"

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Steve followed Brock deeper into the forest, further away from the camp, his anticipation mounting. The further they went, the safer they'd be from discovery, and his heart was beginning to speed up at the thought of touching Rumlow again.

"Well, I meant I wouldn't want to tell anyone else," he said sheepishly. "I'll tell you anything you want about what happened, Brock."

He shrugged faintly. "I only did what anyone would have done if they could."

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He paused along the way only to listen for the sounds of pursuit or soldiers in the area either talking or having a piss. Most were huddled around camp fires or trying to rest for the long journey, so they were relatively safe where he lead Steve away.

Once he considered them a safe distance and the trees and brush was thick enough for his liking, he pressed his smaller body up against the now much larger one and wrapped his arms around Steve's waist. "No, you did what you thought was right, not what was easy. That's a noble thing. War makes us worse than animals," he murmured as he rose on his toes to nuzzled Steve's jaw.

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Steve wrapped his arms around as well, and tilted his head back as Brock nuzzled him. "We're not animals, Brock," he said softly, startled by that little glimpse of cynicism. He sank down to sit, drawing Brock down with him. "What we're fighting, this HYDRA... they're trying to make us that way. But I think we can be better than that. We can beat them."

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"Right, animals don't take guns and knives to each other," he agreed with a shrug of his shoulders. He shifted and sank into Steve's lap, his hands stroking up the bigger man's back as he tried to get used to the fact there was so much of it now. "I heard HYDRA believes in a different kind of freedom or something. I fight for my beliefs like any man, but it seems that the quickest path to freedom from tyranny would save the most lives."

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Steve slid his hands down to the base of Rumlow's spine, holding him close. He cocked his head at the comment, wondering what a differnet 'kind' of freedom might mean. He smiled. "Then I guess we'd better take them down quick, huh?"

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He smirked and made himself comfortable on Steve's muscled thighs. He slipped his hands up the front of his lover's shirt, hissing in pleasure at the heat of the man's skin as he leaned forward to kiss up one side of Steve's neck. "With you on our side, how can we fail to provide the freedom that everyone deserves, huh?"

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"I'll do my best," Steve said earnestly, his voice hitching a little as Rumlow kissed along his skin. "Oh god... I missed you so much," he confessed softly.

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"I know, and that's all that's ever expected of any of us," he whispered into Steve's ear, though out of the two of them, only he really knew what the conversation was really referencing. He sucked on Steve's earlobe, and he hummed in reply to that confession. "Sit back against the tree more. I'll show you how much I missed you."

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Steve flushed and leaned back obediently, though he continued to rub and caress Brock's back with his hands. "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again," he admitted. "I wish you hadn't had to go through that... but I'm glad you're here."

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His hands smoothed over Steve's chest, feeling the hard lines and the rise and fall of muscles before his fingers settled on Steve's belt and trousers, working them open with his fingers. He peered intently at his lover. "I went through what many men went through, and that's enough. We all put in our time and are thankful at the end of the day for being alive."

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"I'm relieved you're okay," Steve murmured, his hands dropping down to do the same to Rumlow, working on his belt and easing down his zipper.

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He sighed at the release of tension in his trousers, but he was kissing down the length of Steve's neck. He paused to squirm his way down the other man's legs and nestled down on the ground as he stroked his lover with a hand. "I knew you'd be just fine. You're not a quitter."

He flicked his tongue over the head of Steve's erection, raising an eyebrow for permission to do this. Not that he actually cared for permission, but it seemed like a nice touch. Brock was always interested in brownie points.

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Steve had seen men using their mouths on other men before. It wasn't common to encounter a man on his knees pleasuring another man in an alley in Steve's neighbourhood - but it was certainly more common than in other neighbourhoods. He'd seen it.

He'd never realized it was so nice.

He drew in a sharp breath at that first lick, and then nodded eagerly in permission, blue eyes wide.

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Rumlow had never done this before, though he had been on the receiving end of a few from the women he was dating at the time. It didn't seem difficult of a task. Just suck and bob and try not to choke by going too low too fast or something.

Steve apparently didn't mind his boldness, which was a good sign. He latched his mouth around the head and sucked, wrinkling his nose at the taste of pre-cum and the texture. It was... interesting, but he diligently ran his tongue over the smooth skin and accidentally teased the slit between sucking in his cheeks.