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Summary: Bucky is a robber part of the HYDRA THEFT ORGANIZATION that hides behind a failed circus façade. When he is tasked with robbing Cirque du Stark, something or someone is holding him back from going through with the operation.
Pairing: Criminal!Bucky x Stark!Reader
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Angst, mention of death, language
Thank you to @simrantheconqueror for beta reading this chapter❤️❤️
Bucky watched on as Loki hurled a knife into the centre of the dartboard.
Loki had a certain charm about him that seemed to dissipate whenever he was in Bucky’s presence, which made training as an act harder let alone performing.
Y/N was watching the two opposing men carefully, half admiring and half wondering how they would be able to work together.
Loki was all hard angles, lithe muscles and cold eyes. His chiselled jaw seemed to be cut from the palest of marble; calculating, knowing blue eyes harvested from the waters of the pacific; whilst the hair on his head seemed so dark some days, that it threatened to consume all.
The opposite of Loki was Bucky, with haunted, dark eyes that seemed as if they were a physical manifestation of the darkness within; bulging muscles that were at risk of ripping free from the seams of his clothes.
They were so similar in their darkness, yet so different it sent Y/N’s mind into a tailspin.
“What’s gotten our little Stark so enamored?” Natasha smirked, as she and Wanda came to stand with her.
“More like who!” Wanda snickered as she eyed the direction of the two men.
Y/N sighed, “Nothing- little Stark is watching those two dance around each other.”
“You know, if I hadn’t already know that Loki and Bucky are straight, I would’ve thought their intensity was actually a different kind of intensity.” Natasha spoke as she looked at the duo.
“I think I would’ve preferred it if they were gay- I mean I get stress rashes being in the same room as them.” Wanda agreed.
The women laughed, but Bucky and Loki’s dislike of one another were well known within the circus and these days most avoided spending time in a room when the two were both present.
“I think there’s something going on with you, Y/N, so we are staging an intervention slash girl’s night.” Natasha paused, “Not in my trailer though because I don’t think there’s a single surface that’s clean- Wanda?”
“Mine smells like elephant food so probably not.”
“What elephant food? Peanuts? Hay? Fruit?”
“Elephants eat hay?” Wanda stared at Natasha with incredulous eyes.
Y/N tuned out the girls’ discussion as she looked back at Bucky, inadvertently locking eyes with him. They stared at each other for what seemed like only seconds, but who knew how long they were trapped by something as simple as each other’s gazes.
“So, Y/N’s trailer, tonight?” She was brought back to the present by Wanda’s voice.
Y/n snapped out of her trance and nodded.
Bucky turned back to the board and went to retrieve the knives he had thrown before being locked in a stare with Y/N. As he saw Loki moving in the corner of his eye,
he pulled the knives out with ease, his hands accustomed to the smooth heaviness of his knives as he had been for many years. Suddenly, a knife whooshed past his face and lodged itself into the board. If he had moved just slightly, he would’ve ended up a dead man.
Bucky looked at the knife board, which had a single knife with an obsidian hilt glinting at him.
The knife had missed him by millimeters.
Bucky turned his head sharply to glare at the man in question. "Apologies, but I find that an actual target makes for good practice.” Loki drawled, a ghost of a smirk and a cold glint in his eyes, almost mocking him, daring him to retaliate with so many of their co-workers milling about.
“I’m sure.” Bucky gritted out, walking away from the board.
“You may have everyone else here fooled but not me.”
Bucky paused, his arm raised in the air slightly as he aimed. But Loki continued.
“I can see right through your act, Barnes. I know you. And sure, it hasn’t come to me yet, ” Loki was close to Bucky now, his voice hissing in his ear,“But I would watch my back if I were you. You never know when a stray knife might embed itself into it.”
Loki moved back slightly, straightening up, “I think we’re done here for today.” He turned around on his heel, leaving. “Oh, and stay away from Y/N. I will not allow you to speak with her.”
“Excuse me? You won’t allow me?” Bucky half-shouted, raising his voice to the retreating man.
But Loki stopped and pivoted on his heel once more, stalking into Bucky’s space.
“I don’t need your damn permission to do anything, Laufeyson.” Bucky watched as Loki’s nostrils flared at the name as Loki filed away Bucky’s knowledge of his name before being adopted by Thor’s mother and father.
They were in each other’s faces at this point and could feel each other’s short, angry bursts of breath on their faces.
“Then I suppose I should mention this: Y/N and I are in love and the only reason we aren’t together is because of Y/N’s focus on the circus with what happened with her father last year. You think she was watching you? Hah!” Loki gave a sardonic laugh before encroaching even further into Bucky’s space, “In. Your. Fucking. Dreams!” He enunciated each word with a hiss.
Bucky watched, dejected, as Loki sauntered off.
Y/N, Natasha, and Wanda were surrounded by junk food and various food wrappers.
Girl’s night was on.
Natasha cleared her throat dramatically, building up to something, “So, Y/N, back to Barnes: what’s going on with you and him?”
“Nothing.” She answered, looking down at the half-eaten chocolate bar in her lap. “There is nothing going on between me and Bucky. I mean come on, the man only just got here!”
The older woman sighed, “I know that there’s something going on between you two- and I’ll figure it out!” She waggled her eyebrows at her.
“Just drop it, guys. I don’t want to talk about boys.”
Wanda and Natasha gave each other hard looks before Wanda leaned forwards and spoke, “Is this about what happened with Stephen?” She gently suggested.
“I said drop it!!"
Girl’s night became much quieter after that.
There were sounds of raucous laughter in the bar.
Guy’s night was on!
Bucky, Steve, and Sam sat in a booth with the exception of Pietro, who according to Sam, wouldn’t dare miss an episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians.
“So,” Bucky paused, taking the new information in, “Y/N isn’t with Laufeyson?”
Steve nodded, having been asked the question twice before, “No,” he said slowly, “She is not.”
Sam began chuckling, his shoulders shaking. “Got the hots for the Boss’ daughter, huh?" Bucky shook his head, “No, of course not. Loki mentioned something about them being together. I thought, why not get to know the crew a bit more.” He shrugged, taking a gulp from his beer. “And, I suppose I was worried for Y/N- he doesn’t seem like a good guy.”
“Yeah, we all had our doubts when we first met the greasy snake, but once you spend some time together, he opens up and seems less… snake-like.” Steve spoke.
“Anyways, a little birdie told me that Wanda…” Sam started.
And just like that, the conversation resumed.
Shortly after the tense conversation, the girls left to go to their own trailers.
Y/N decided that some fresh night air would do her some good.
She looked up at the stars, the absence of clouds showing the splendor of the night sky. Memories of her mother made her smile bittersweet.
Whenever Y/N was stressed, her mother would take her outside to look at the stars, explaining each constellation and planet visible to the eyes. Y/N had regretfully forgotten most of what her mother taught her about star systems. Her father would be in his office looking over documents left to him by his own father, Howard Stark.
She made her way to the hill that overlooked the circus, pausing when she found a silhouette of a man standing, gazing up.
He turned around and she came face to face with Bucky.
“Hey.” He murmured.
“Hey." Y/N paused before continuing, "rough day?” She asked, a smile in her voice.
“Yeah, something like that.” He huffed, half laughing. “Loki isn’t the easiest to work with.” He groaned, rubbing his neck.
“Sometimes yes.” She chuckled. “I’m sure he’ll warm up soon enough- he’s not a bad person.”
“People keep telling me that. But I don't think he will.”
She smiled softly, grabbing his hand, “Everything turns out fine in the end.”
She leaned her head against Bucky’s shoulder, both looking at the stars.
“You see that small red dot over there? That’s Mars. And over there.
That’s Venus. And you see those groups of stars over there. Those make a constellation.”
Bucky chuckled at her excitement. “How do you even know all this?”
Y/N smiled softly albeit sadly, ““My mom and I used to watch the stars when I was little. She used to teach me about the stars and planets. She used to take me to the ocean at night whenever we travelled close to one- we used to sit on the sand, watching the waves. God, I miss her sometimes.” Her voice tapered off into a whisper.
There was a lull in the conversation for a few moments before Bucky spoke. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your mother? We can stop talking about this if you want, of course.” He quickly backtracked.
She looked down at her lap, fiddling with her hands. “She died.”
Y/N looked up, eyes trained at a point in the distance.
It was just past 11pm on a warm summer night. The circus was finally back up on it’s feet with the crowds large and loud. The smell of popcorn and hot dogs only fuelling the excitement in the atmosphere.
“Our next act, ladies and gentlemen, presenting Gloria the Glorious Elephant!”
The elephant came into the ring, in full view of the audience, as the mahout began ushering the three other elephants to join their sister on the stage for the finale of the act.
But out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark blur.
Moving his eyes off the elephants for a second, set off an unfortunate chain of events.
The elephants suddenly trumpeted and began storming the ring, and hitting beams, gas lamps and all manner of things as they moved, spooked by something unknown.
Fire sparked by the gas lamps began spreading through the tent.
Tony ran into the ring, jumping over the fencing and into the audience section, eyes rapidly moving as he searched for his daughter.
Grabbing her from under the audience chairs he began rushing her into the waiting arms of her grandfather outside the entrance of the tent.
He turned around just as the beam hit the floor. He saw her scream before he heard it.
His minds sparked to action as his legs began moving him into the circus, ignoring his daughter’s screams. He made his way tripping over various debris, a second too late, watching in morbid slow motion as multiple wooden beams fell onto his wife.
Tony watched in horror as his circus had killed his wife.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky breathed out. Y/N looked up at him, a melancholic smile twisting her features and glassy eyes illuminated by the moon. “My father hasn’t been the same since. He blamed himself.” “How old were you?” “I was 8. I saw how she died.” She laughed bitterly. “Some days I think it’s my fault.”
“Don’t do that to yourself.” Bucky whispered after a long pause. “Thinking about it over and over, blaming yourself, probably isn’t what she would’ve wanted.” He sighed, opening his mouth as if her wanted to say more but decided not to. “Thanks.” She whispered. Bucky slowly drew an arm around her and she relaxed into his shoulder, both reminiscing the past. “ I suppose there’s someone else for her to watch the stars with now.” He mumbled to himself.
Deep within the shadows, lurked a dark man watching the two cuddled together, with a scowl on his face.
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Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.
Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you.
First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making your point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things.
And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that.
A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect.
A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance.
A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to.
A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him.
A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important.
A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect.
A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf.
A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.
A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that.
A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day.
A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be.
So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too.
I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely.
Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.
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