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JOJO: Chapter One - The Park

summary: Y/n is a single mom to her 5 year old daughter, JoJo. What happens when JoJo brings Natasha into Y/n’s life after an almost tragic event?

 pairings: Natasha Romanoff x singlemom!reader

 word count: 2870

 warnings: missing child? none really

 Y/n POV

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My alarm echoed through my warm bedroom as it does at 6:30am every day without fail. Sun beams highlighted spots of the room as the sun began to peek through the grey clouds. As much as I wanted to stay curled up in my duvet and multiple fuzzy blankets, I slung the sheets back and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, mentally preparing myself for another challenging day of work. I loved my job, but god was it exhausting.

I trudged through to the bathroom, taking a quick shower, brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day. I threw on a fairly casual outfit and headed down the corridor. With a soft knock, I opened her door.

“JoJo? Sweetheart? Good morning, it’s time to get up.” Her long lashes fluttered as her teal blue eyes settled on me. The morning sun highlighted her gorgeous locks which lay messily over her pillow as she stretched her little limbs.

“G’ morning mama” She muttered as she fidgeted in bed, gently waking herself up. I gently lifted my daughter out of her bed, giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before placing her down.

“Let’s get you dressed munchkin, what do you want to wear?” She giggled as I tickled her sides gently.

“A dress!” She spoke excitedly – she loved fashion almost as much as me. I entered her closet, chose an outfit and helped her get dressed. I combed her hair back into a little top knot and finished with a silk bow.

“Now then, breakfast! What do you fancy?” The five-year-old pondered quietly for a moment before responding.

“Toast!” I breathed a sigh of relief. Josephine has a tendency to be rather fancy when it comes to breakfast. Just this week I’ve made her a smoothie bowl, eggs benedict, cinnamon brioche French toast, and even handmade croissants. But something as simple as a nice breakfast can make all the difference to my day, so I always want to do the same for my little girl, after all she’s not had the easiest time the past couple years. Once breakfast was eaten and her teeth were brushed, we headed out the door.

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“Are you excited for school today?” I asked JoJo as she skipped down the street beside me, gently kicking the orange leaves that littered the street.

“Yeah, its Fwiday so we only have to do maths in the morning then we get to pway all afternoons!” Her adorable, childlike pronunciation made my heart flutter. How did someone so perfect come from me? JoJo’s school was only a couple of blocks away from our apartment so we walked together every day, even if it was in the opposite direction of my current workplace. These 5 minutes of strutting through the city together and chatting with my favourite person always made my day.

“Bye mama!” She yelled over her shoulder as she ran through the school yard after we’d reached the gate and hugged. I waved back, watching her with adoring eyes. As soon as she was out of sight I hailed a cab, threw myself and my bags into the back seat and flew through the streets of New York City.

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I thanked my driver and before I knew it he was speeding away. I looked up at the building which, though I’d been in many times before, never failed to impress me. The vast tower sliced into the sky, hundreds of meters of potential staring back down at me. Quickly, I strutted through the revolving doors and headed up to work.

“Good morning!” I greeted as I entered the studio. Lighting rigs and clothing rails were stationed around the room, with a white drop and camera sitting in the centre. As a fashion stylist I do all sorts of different jobs, whether its styling a celebrity for an event or consulting filmmakers on costumes. Alongside that, for the past year, I have been working for Vogue magazine, styling models and celebrities for shoots for their magazines. My job is a dream come true – I have always adored fashion, the art of the materials and the skills it required. Being able to express my own feelings through the outfits I create has also helped me through some of the toughest times in my life, especially the last year or so.

“Good morning Y/n!” A chorus of voices echoed back. Time to get to work.

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“MAMA!” I heard in the distance as footsteps quickly approached. Before I could even turn around, tiny arms wrapped around my thighs.

“Hi my gorgeous girl!” I laughed, reaching down to pick JoJo off the ground, swinging her around in the air before settling her on my hip. After a long day of school, her hair had become a little messy and her cheeks were tinted a shade of rose, yet she stilled looked beautiful. “How was your day?”

“So good! We pwayed outside and I made a picture with leaves that were orange and brown and we had a dance party and we- we got a new school pet he’s a turtle and- and- and-“ she stuttered on her words and her legs bounced up and down against mine.

“Shhhhh sweetheart calm down.” JoJo has this quirk – she gets way too overexcited to the point that she can’t get her words out and her little legs get jumpy and flail about. It’s potentially the most adorable thing to see. Of all the things that could be an issue with my daughter, she just gets too excited about things. “Blow on my nose, baby, for as long as you can,” I say trying to imitate a deep breath to calm her down. She complies and soon she manages to finish her sentence.

“and he’s called Colin!”

“That’s great, now shall we head home?” I ask expecting her to be exhausted and wanting to cuddle on the couch.

“No, not yet mama.” She says with a little frown on her face.

“What do you want to do then?”

“Hmmm… the park?” She inquires, staring at me with huge puppy eyes.

“How can I say no to you huh?” I booped her on the nose, to which she scrunches her face up with a smile before cheering. I set her down and we waltzed hand in hand down the street to Central Park, one of our favourite places to go together. The autumnal chill had set in as the golden sun lowered in the sky. That’s the unfortunate thing about autumn, it gets dark so early. I slipped a black, faux fur lined coat onto my daughter whilst I donned a tan waterfall jacket.

I sat on a bench in the crisp air whilst JoJo explored the park and the playground. She had a lot of energy, watching her bounce up the apparatus and running from one part of the playground to another, so I decided to pull out a book. I stuck my nose between the pages, delving into this new world of characters and stories, whilst consistently checking on my kid. She must’ve been playing for at least an hour, constantly yelling for me to watch her do a trick or go down the slide.

“MAMA WATCH ME!” I heard for the umpteenth time. I peered over the pages and watched as my little girl jumped down off a small wall. I smiled and gave her a thumbs up which she returned before immediately running off to the swings. I delved back into my book, absorbing each beautiful word as it came. I was always fascinated by literature, and I was using my current spare time to catch up on the classics. Currently? To Kill A Mockingbird. I was falling in love with each side of the page more than the last. As I turned the page again, I glanced up to check on JoJo. My eyes darted around the playground looking for a flash of her but it never came. Panic set in. I closed the book and stood up, eyes searching everywhere in sight. I threw my book in my bag, grabbing the straps and launching into action. I raced around the paths surrounding the play area, calling her name every few seconds and awaiting the sweet sound of her response. I felt myself becoming more frightened with each step, my breaths shorter with each inhale, sweat building on my palms and my forehead. Tears threatened to kiss my cheeks as I returned to my original position. Desperately, I pulled out my phone, showing my little girl on my lock screen and asked other parents if they had seen her. No luck. My world began to crumble around me as the evening became darker and the skies began to fade. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t go through that grief all over again. My eyes erupted and my skin flooded with tears. I broke.

“JOJO!”.

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Nat POV

7 miles down, 3 to go. I jogged gently through the city, not pushing myself too hard due to the intense, but successful, mission I had returned from just a few days earlier. I enjoyed embracing the city whilst I ran, recalling fond memories or admiring the views as I paced through particular areas of the urban abyss. This evening I decided to take a detour through Central Park. I usually avoided the park due to how busy it can get, but there’s something about the reds and oranges of the autumn leaves, the sound of the water in the lake and the rustle of the trees that tempted me in. As I ran deeper into the park, the city crowds seemed to lessen and the mood of my run became quieter and more peaceful… well, as quiet and peaceful and New York can be.

Suddenly, through the sound of the evening breeze and the atmosphere of the city, I heard something that caught my attention. It was when I heard the noise again that I slowed to a walk in order to investigate. There it was again, a faint cry permeating through the air from my right. As I listened more closely, I realised what it was. A child. I followed the sound and the quiet cries became clearer.

“Mama,” I heard through a series of sobs and sniffles. Continuing toward the noise, I ducked behind a bush and found the source. A little girl sat cross legged on the ground, head in her hands, warm toned hair waterfalling over her face. I could almost hear my heart shatter at the sight.

“Hey princess,” I knelt down next to the girl as she glanced up at me, her ocean eyes meeting mine. She wiped tears away from her pink cheeks as she stared at me, a look of combined hope and fear painted across her delicate face. “Are you okay?” She shook her head lightly, her frown deepening and another tear slipping from her eye.

“I lost my mama.” She spoke barely above a whisper, bowing her head again, clearly exhausted and still scared of me.

“It’s okay I’ll help you find her.” Her eyes met mine again, hope plastering her face. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“JoJo.” She responded, the corners of her lips upturning slightly as I smiled at her, attempting to comfort the poor little girl. She was adorable, her wide eyes sparkling in the setting sunlight, her tiny fingers fidgeting with one another.

“I’m Natasha, it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled a little wider. “Now come on, get up off the dirty floor and we’ll go find your momma, yeah?” JoJo nodded at me, pushing herself to her feet with a little grunt. Her tan dress, now tainted with dirt, fell delicately over her and she waddled toward me. I stood back up and began to walk back to the path but was stopped by her small voice.

“Tatasha?” The cuteness overload from her mispronunciation made my smile erupt as I turned to face her. JoJo was holding out her right arm and making grabby hands at me, clearly asking me to hold her hand. I reciprocated the action, reaching out my arm and taking her in my grasp, her tiny hand making mine look giant. We returned to the path and began to walk around the park in search of her mom, making conversation with the kid as we went.

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Y/n POV

The sun continued to set as my anxiety levels skyrocketed. It would soon be dark, making it close to impossible to find my girl within this giant park… that’s if she was still in the park. I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t go home until I found her. I continued to patrol the park, showing a photo of her to every passer by just in case they’d seen her. My hope was fading. My feet carried me down the path toward a bench, finally giving myself a moment to rest before I kept searching. Just as I sat down, I heard it. The familiar warmth of her giggle. JoJo was here. My head shot up and my eyes raced until I caught a glimpse of her. My girl. Before I had even processed what I saw, my body pushed myself off the wooden seat and I was running. Sprinting. A sense of relief flooded me and I raced around the path. As I approached her, she finally noticed my presence.

“MAMA!” Her beautiful voice met my ears as tears began streaming down my face. She ran full speed toward me and I to her until she leapt into my arms. The warmth of her embrace spread through me like wildfire. Neither of us spoke a word, just enjoying each other’s returned presence. It wasn’t until a few moments later, I acknowledged the other body stood before me. The one who was holding my daughters hand. The one who’d taken her from me. I glanced up, instantly breath taken by her burning red locks, the twinkle of her emerald eyes and her rotund lips which upturned slightly as she looked on at me and my daughter. I dismissed my momentary distraction, bringing my hand up to her with a harsh slap, the sting remaining on my hand for some time. The redhead looked surprisingly unphased by the action which simply encouraged my anger.

“How dare you. Get away from her. Get away from us both. I’m calling the cops.” I spoke with a stone cold tone in order not to yell and scream in front of JoJo, the iciness of my voice carrying to my face as I glared at her whilst reaching for my phone.

“No I-,” the woman began, shortly interrupted by my daughter.

“Mama no! She helped me! Tatasha helped me to find you!” Regret instantly flooded my veins and I glanced at JoJo then at the woman again. Her head was dropped but her eyes fluttered up to meet mine.

“I’m so sor-,” my guilt ridden voice was interrupted by hers as she spoke for the first time.

“No, please don’t apologise, I understand how that must’ve looked.” The husk in her voice caused my heart race as we maintained eye contact.

“Well, thank you, thank you so much. Let me make it up to you somehow… the slap and the childcare.” We both laughed, hers opening the door to a wave of butterflies in my stomach.

“No, honestly, it’s okay. She was a pleasure to look after.”

“I insist.” I stared sternly at the woman. I wasn’t going to just let her leave, not after she brought my girl back to me. “I should get this little one home now but at least let me get you a coffee over the weekend or something.”

“Or we could get dinner…” She looked me up and down, a smirk taking over her lips. Another rush of butterflies. I don’t know what it was about this woman, but she had a way of making me both expressly nervous, confident and excited all at once.

“Deal.” I answered. “Give me your phone.” I demanded, holding out the hand that wasn’t still holding my daughter. She obliged, an iPhone smacking into my palm just moments later. I quickly entered my name and number before returning it whilst I felt my daughters head fall onto my shoulder. Her smirk grew as she placed the phone back into her pocket, meeting my eyes once again.

“It’s a date.” Her rough voice danced into my ears and down my spine.

“Is it now?” I raised a brow at her, tilting my head a little.

“I’d like it to be.”

I paused.

“Then it’s a date.” She smirked once again before turning to walk away. A smile took over my face as I pivoted on my toes and began to walk home. Not even two steps later, my head spun back around and I yelled after her.

“Wait! I didn’t even get your name.”

“It’s Tatasha!” My daughter raised her head and spoke loudly. The woman giggled whilst confusion painted my face as I glanced between the two girls before the elder of the two spoke again.

“Natasha.”

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𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

'𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞’ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || '𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 ®

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐞𝐩. 5 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐭𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ɪғ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ

If you would've told Y/n Hellstrom, she would be a hero, saving the world. She would've laughed in your face, called you stupid for even thinking of such nonsense. She was born a killer, not a hero.

Now years and many battles, Y/n was known for being a hero, instead a killer her father made her out to be.  She felt good about herself, saving lives instead of taking them, changing peoples perspective about her. It felt so good.

But, because she was a hero, Y/n lost her wife, who was also a hero, lost her so the world can get their families back. Y/n felt like it was karma for all the wrongs she's ever done. Payback from taking innocent lives. Payback for causing pain by taking people's loved ones and now she has to live with the pain of her own loved one being gone.

All because a purple alien thought it would be best to get rid of half the population and her stubborn wife wouldn't slept until everyone has returned. Everyone came back except her.

Her wife, her love, her whole universe, her best friend, her hope... gone.

Maybe being a hero isn't so good after all.

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JOJO: Chapter Two - Fascinated

summary: Y/n is a single mom to her 5 year old daughter, JoJo. What happens when JoJo brings Natasha into Y/n’s life after an almost tragic event?

chapter summary: a first date with a redhead and an unexpected connection.

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x singlemom!reader

word count: 2330

warnings: none.

Y/N POV

It hadn’t even been two whole days since I met Natasha in the park, but we had texted almost non-stop. I don’t know what it was about her but I felt so at ease and comfortable talking to her, which is rare for me, especially the past couple of years. The sky was painted with shades of pink and orange as I polished off my makeup: tonight I was getting dinner with Natasha, as promised. A musical knock sounded on the door of my apartment and within moments I was swinging open the door to be met by my best friend, Sam.

“Damnnnnn you look good girl” he looked me up and down with a cocky smirk.

“You’re late Wilson. And all of this?” I paused, motioning down my body and up again with my hands, “is not for you.”

“What a shame. Hot date huh?” He teased, knowing all the details of my encounter with the red-head. Immediately my cheeks deepened to a shade of crimson.

“Something like that… maybe…” I faltered as my head bowed to avoid eye contact with my partner in crime. Changing the subject, I yelled throughout the apartment “JOJO, UNCLE SAM IS HERE!” Tiny pounding footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the room as my daughter charged from her bedroom before sliding down the spiraling staircase on her bum. She raced towards the tall man and threw herself into his arms.

Sam had been there for JoJo since the day she was born, and he’s the closest thing she has to a father figure. He made an effort to see her, and me, as much as possible, and was always on hand to babysit. I’ve known Sam since I was 18 – we met through JoJo’s father and have been almost inseparable ever since. I say almost, he recently managed to get himself involved with the Avengers. Though I’m extremely proud of him, I’m also very jealous since he refuses to let me meet any of them. He says I’ll embarrass him… I call bullshit.

My five year olds legs flailed through the air as Sam swung her around before resting her on his hip. Her little giggles made my heart soar.

“Hi Sammy!” She spoke through her smiling lips before wrapping her arms around his shoulders as far as she could reach. I left the pair to chat whilst I slipped into my outfit. Though this was our first date, we were going to a pretty nice restaurant so I figured I should dress up… plus I wanted to look my best for a certain person since the last time she saw me I had tear stained cheeks. My hair was pulled back into a slick, low bun and my makeup was golden with a smoky eye. All I had left to do was pack my things into my handbag and wait…

 Nat POV

I pulled up to the address Y/n had sent me and parked on the curb. The building was tall, grand and modern, with a gold revolving door at the entrance. As I entered the lobby I was greeted by smartly dressed, formal looking staff.

“Good evening ma’am,” a grey haired man spoke. He smiled lightly, stood behind a lush, mahogany counter.

“Hi, I’m here to see Y/n, apartment 85.” I faced the man, smiling sweetly, hoping he’d point me in the right direction.

“Right this way,” he swiftly floated around the counter and headed down an elegant corridor toward multiple elevator doors, pressing the button to push one into operation. I thanked the man as he stepped out of the elevator after having selected the button for the correct floor. Standing back and observing my surroundings, I noticed that Y/n lived on the top floor. Fancy. Once I arrived I knocked on her door. I could hear light conversation behind the door, I assumed it was Y/n and her daughter, but the door swung open, revealing the last person I expected to see.

“Sam?” I stared at my teammate with utter confusion which his face and tone of voice echoed.

“Nat? What are you doing here? Do we have a mission?”

“No I- I’m here to pick up my date…” He remained silence, staring at me. “Y/n?” I clarified. His face both dropped and lit up at the same time.

“OH SHIT HAHAAA OH MY GOD YOU’RE THE REDHEAD THAT Y/N MET IN THE PARK NO WAY THIS IS TOO GOOD.” I was about to respond until I heard another voice.

“Okay, so she’s had dinner and can sleep in her onesie but if she gets hungry she can have a snack but no later than 8:30 because I want her in bed by nine. NINE. You hear me Sam? She has school tomorrow and if she’s tired that’s on you.” I watched as Y/n paced around the apartment throwing things in her bag whilst tidying things up at the same time. You can tell she’s a mom by the way she multitasks with ease. “And if she gets too hot there’s different pyjamas in her closet. Don’t mess with my thermostat. No scary movies. No swearing in front of her. I’ve left a beer in the fridge for you but only one since she’s your responsibility tonight. Feel free to crash in the guest room because I have no idea what time I’ll be back.” She leant down to kiss her daughter who was sat on a kitchen stool with a carton of juice.

“You look really pretty mama,” she said delicately before sipping on the straw in her little hands.

“Thank you baby, you’re so sweet!” the mother responded, still walking briskly throughout her apartment.

“She’s not wrong.” I finally piped up. Y/n’s head shot up in my direction, clearly having not realised I was here. Her cheeks flushed red as her eyes met mine.

“Hi Tatasha!” The five year old waved at me from across the room, her surprised little smile causing my own grin to erupt as I waved back.

“Oh… hi.” Y/n finally spoke. My heart instantly fluttered seeing how flustered she became in my presence. “Sorry I um- I didn’t realise you were here.”

“It’s okay don’t worry. You look beautiful by the way.” I wasn’t lying. She took my breath away. Her sleek hairstyle showed off her stunning facial structure with makeup that highlighted her delicate features. She was a goddess, glowing like Aphrodite. Her outfit was flawless, teasing me with her exposed midriff. I had only seen this girl twice in my life and yet she was already doing things to me that I couldn’t describe. I tried to hide the lust that flooded my eyes.

“Thank you, not too bad yourself.” She replied to me with a delicate smile. We admired each other for a few seconds, studying each other’s slightest smiles and blushes, until we were interrupted by a throat clearing. Our heads both shot around to Sam who was stood smirking proudly.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” His cocky tone shone through in this voice.

“Sorry, Natasha, this is-“

“Oh, I know” I interrupted.

“Huh?” Y/n looked puzzled by what I meant.

“I know him.”

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me the sexy redhead you were going on a date with was Nat!” I bowed my head to hide my smirk knowing that Y/n had called me sexy.

“I’m so confused, how do you guys know each other?” Y/n tried to clarify the confusion that flooded her brain. Sam and I pointed to each other and spoke at the same time.

“Work.”

“She’s an avenger too,” Sam spoke over me, deciding to expose me, to which he received a sharp elbow in his side.

“She’s a- You’re a- Huh? You know what? Let’s just go, we don’t want to be late for our reservation.” She smiled at me before turning back to her daughter. “Bye princess I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Behave, I love you. And you,” she paused, turning to Sam, “behave too. Look after her. Don’t wait up.” She smirked with a playful wink at him and turned to me. “Ready?” She looked so sweet and doe eyed, making my excitement for the evening ahead evening skyrocket.

“Ready.” I reached out my arm, offering for her to link it, which she took as we exited the apartment.

 Y/N POV

We walked out of my building, arm in arm, and toward the curb. I was expecting her to hail a cab, but instead I was taken aback when she pulled out a set of keys and the lights flashed on a beautiful, slick black Audi R8. She must’ve seen my jaw slightly drop as she smirked in my direction and opened the passenger side door for me to enter. We both sat in the car as the engine roared and we sped down the streets of New York. The radio played gently in the background as we delved into conversation, covering how we both knew Sam amongst various other topics.

Once we arrived, she again opened the passenger side door and offered me her arm as we walked in together. As soon as we stepped inside the grand doors we were entranced by the beauty of the place. Neither of us had been here before but we had heard incredible reviews. It was a French restaurant – fine wines, great company and beautiful décor, what more could I want?

“Good evening, welcome to Le CouCou.”

-

Soon we were both sat opposite each other at a small table in the centre of the restaurant and had ordered our food. We were encircled by the sound of chatter and clinking glasses, the aroma of French cuisine but only focused on the sight of each other. We had ordered a range of delicious foods and our wine had just arrived at the table.

“Cheers” the beautiful scarlet haired girl across from me smiled, her ruby lined lips upturning.

“Cheers” I returned.

“I’m surprised you know French; I was expecting to have to translate the menu for you.”

“I was preparing to do the same for you but since I found out you’re an avenger I’m not so surprised that you’re multilingual.” I teased her, knowing she disliked that Sam exposed that fact about her, verified by her slight eye roll.

“Hey in my defence, I told you I worked in national defence.”

“Yeah I presumed you meant like an army nurse or something not a damn superhero!”

“I don’t think there’s a difference between the two things you just said…”

“Touché.”

We drank and dined through our first two courses, sharing stories and laughter. Conversation flowed like a spring river, it was so easy to talk to her, even when the topic got tougher.

“So your daughter…”

“Josephine, yeah? What about her?”

“What’s her story?” I giggled at her attempts to ask her most desperate question.

“Are you asking why I’m a single mom to a five year old at age 26?” I smirked at her, looking up through my eyelashes as I took another bite.

“Yeahhh, pretty much… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked tha-“

“No, no it’s fine, I was expecting it to come up, it usually does.”

“Usually?” She looked puzzled, wondering what I was insinuating.

“Yeah, dating as a single mom isn’t exactly easy, people presume I got knocked up in college or see my kid as an issue so the story always ends up involved in the conversation.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine, stop apologising,” I took a deep inhale before sharing the story, “I moved to New York from the town I grew up in back in England when I was 18 and had finished school to pursue my fashion career. I managed to secure an internship with a big name stylist after she discovered me through my Instagram. Less than two weeks after I moved here, I met Chris. He had left college a few years before and was training to become a therapist. That’s how he knew Sam, they met when Sam was helping veterans with PTSD and Chris was observing him. It was like a fairy tale; we both fell hard and fast and 2 years later we were engaged. Soon after that I fell pregnant so we pushed back the wedding until after I had given birth. When I was 21, JoJo came into the world. Then life and motherhood and work was just a whirlwind so we pushed the wedding back until Josie was 4 so she could really enjoy the party and the experience, the same age I was when my parents got married. We had the venue booked and my dress was picked out and everything…” I paused, taking a deep breath as I prepared to mentally relive the hardest part of my life. “Last May, a month before the wedding, David was involved in a car crash… the other driver was drunk and hit him at 85 miles per hour… it was fatal.”

I watched Natasha’s face change throughout my story, ultimately landing in a combination of shock and sorrow. I could see my reflection in her eyes as they glazed over with tears. I dipped my head, focussing on my half empty plate as I used my fork to push food around.

“Sorry I- I’ve put such a downer on the evening I shouldn’t have said anyth-“

“No you haven’t don’t be sorry, if anything I’m just even more fascinated by you.”

“You’re fascinated by me?”

“Yeah, pretty much everything about you is fascinating. And now that I know how much you’ve been through, how unbelievably strong you are… I’m just… wow.” My entire body filled with butterflies as she look deep into my eyes, both of us speechless by the other. Of all the compliments I have ever received, being told I fascinate someone is by far the most special.

This is special.

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[romanoffjohansson]

JOJO: Chapter Three - Busy

summary: Y/n is a single mom to her 5 year old daughter, JoJo. What happens when JoJo brings Natasha into Y/n’s life after an almost tragic event?

chapter summary: the aftermath of the first date... will there be a second?

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x singlemom!reader

word count: 1178

warnings: pure cheesy cuteness, bit of a filler chapter

Y/N POV

The rest of our date flew by, a swirling hurricane of laughter, blushes and delicate wines. That was 3 days ago – since our date was a Sunday evening I had spent the following days surfing waves of work, parenting and life, though I had often tried to find the time to chat with the delightful redhead over text. I felt guilty talking to her about my workload when I now know she saves the world for a living. I was curled up on my couch, butterfly pea tea sitting on the coffee table, ribbons of steam dancing above the mug as I listened to the rain collide with the windows. Moonlight, city haze and a warm lamp illuminated the room whilst the screen of my iPad lit my face. My daughter had long been asleep whilst I continued to work into the night, attempting to please yet another challenging client. I sank into the hypnosis of work.

*PING*

I jumped out of my skin, too deeply entranced to be paying attention to my surroundings until I was rudely interrupted by my phone. I glanced at the screen and instantly forgave the perpetrator.

 Natasha

Too busy to text me today huh? Too bad, was looking forward to hearing from you. Sleep well, I’ll try and catch you tomorrow. :)

10:42pm

 I felt myself relax as a smile took over my face, though it quickly left as I realised I truly had forgotten to message her today. Guilt overtook me, so I allowed myself to abandon my work for a moment in order to reply.

 Y/n

The day isn’t over yet and, since I presume I will be able to press send before it hits midnight in over an hour, I think you’ve officially received a message from me today ;)

10:44pm

 The single moment I took away from my work quickly turned into many as I was enveloped in her digital presence.

 Natasha

What are you doing up at this hour? You have a lot of attitude for someone who is usually out like a light before 10pm.

10:47pm

 I smiled at my phone like a lunatic.

 Y/n

Hey, I’m not that bad! But with a daughter that likes to wake up before dawn it’s usually best I sleep when I can. But work… work is why I’m awake.

10:50pm

 Natasha

Sounds like you’re busy all the time, you better not overwork yourself.

10:51pm

 Y/n

I’m trying not to I promise, but yes, busier than usual that’s for sure.

10:54pm

 Natasha

What a shame, I was going to ask you on another date but sounds like you don’t have the time.

10:56pm

 Y/n

Another date huh? I’m sure I could find the time from somewhere.

11:01pm

 Natasha

How’s tomorrow night? I believe I owe you after the last one so it’s my treat.

11:03pm

 Y/n

I’ll see what I can do.

11:06pm

 Natasha

Okay, just text me, preferably before almost midnight. Sleep well gorgeous, don’t work too hard.

11:07pm

 Y/n

Goodnight Natasha.

11:11pm

 I grinned at the use of the nickname as I waltzed up the stairs, knowing that I should try and get a good night’s sleep if I was to go on another date tomorrow. After a brief shower, badly braiding my hair in order to have waves in the morning, and brushing my teeth, I rolled under my warm duvet and felt my entire body relax. Eventually, and slowly, I dozed off into a distant sleep, a warmth flooding my chest knowing that Natasha wanted a second date.

-

I groaned and shot up as a heavy weight fell over me, the morning light filtering through the clouds and into my room. I looked down to find JoJo smiling up at me, realising she had just dived on top of me, presumably after multiple failed attempts to gently wake me from my deep slumber.

“G’mornin mama!” her delicate voice spoke as she yawned.

“Good morning sweetheart.” I tickled my baby girl softly, her light giggles filling the room with an effortless delight, quickly lifting my mood despite the clock reading 5:37am. We had a gentle morning together, making blueberry pancakes per her request and watching the first half of Beauty and the Beast. JoJo demanded that I sing along to all the other parts whilst she, unsurprisingly, took the lead as Belle. Her voice was incredible for a girl her age – she was as close to a real Disney princess as I could imagine, reminding me of young Anna from Frozen. We both got dressed and ready and we were soon on our way to school.

“Mama what day is it?” JoJo stared up at me with wide, questioning eyes as we strolled down the lively streets.

“It’s Thursday baby, why?”

“YAY!” She yelled loudly, attracting some attention from passers-by. JoJo was easily excited, but it was rare for her to make such noise. “Fursdays we have science and I looooove science. We’re doing physics and learning about machines and fuels and things. I reawy wike it!” I grinned at her enthusiasm, pleased that my daughter enjoyed school, even if this was her first year. She soon ran off towards her classmates as I waved after her. Another day in motion.

-

It was now the evening. Work flew by successfully and JoJo was at her friend’s house for a sleepover. The date was creeping closer. I had no idea what we were doing because little miss Romanoff was too stubborn to spoil the surprise.

 Y/n

Okay I know you won’t tell me what we’re doing but can you at least tell me what to wear? I really don’t want to show up to a chilled date in a little black dress.

7:26pm

Natasha

I wouldn’t mind ;)

Dress casual and comfy, bring a jacket too.

7:31pm

 I tried to pick apart her answer to figure out what we’d be doing. A jacket? We’re probably somewhere cold or outside… Casual? Not a fancy restaurant then. It’s no use, I’d just have to wait and see. I was suddenly very thankful for the plaits I had put in my hair last night as I only had 30 minutes left before she showed up. She insisted on coming to pick me up every time no matter how much I argued. After letting the plaits loose, my waves tumbling over my shoulders, I chose one of my go-to outfits. After laying a light layer of makeup over my face, I added a spritz of my favourite perfume as the cherry on top.

The tunes of my playlist ran through the air and a knock on the door indicated her arrival. My heart began to pound a little faster with each step as I approached the entrance. As soon as I saw her I felt the flutter of butterflies revisit my stomach. She was flawless. Her dark outfit adding to her continual mystery, leather jacket elevating her badass attitude. My eyes were drawn to her tangerine toned hair, which lay straight and sat atop her shoulders.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-twenty one[end]

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: WOW! I truly cannot believe how huge this story was going to get when I first started to write it weeks ago. It brought me a huge following and some lovely lovely people I can see calling friends. Thank you everyone for every amazing thing you've commented or reblogged. One mob story end, another begins!

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I sat on the front porch of my home, slowly rocking the in chair, a blanket and book perched on my lap. The noises of the waters slamming against the rocks from the river in front of me and the birds singing their nightly songs had brought me a sense of solace. Even if it had been like this for some time, it never got old. 

For the first half during my time here, I ended up bouncing from hotel to hotel but needed a sense of stability and with some of the money I earned from my parents' will, I bought a decent sized cottage on a large piece of land in Washington. 

My soul felt happy, at peace, here while my heart would break even more with each day that passed, knowing that Bucky was so far away. 

It was my own choice but that didn’t make it any easier. 

Almost every day, I wondered what he had been up to or who he had been seeing. We both decided that we would stay married during this time apart but I couldn't help but question what he did when he felt lonely. I never thought he would find himself in the arms of another, there were moments that proved to me I was the only one for him; the ring of my left hand was one of those. 

But that didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t tell me the three words that I had been silently begging him to say. 

I thought that with my time away that it would be easy to not think of Bucky but he would be my first thought when I woke up and last thought before my eyes fluttered shut for the night. 

There had been many times that I thought of going back to see him but knew that I would revert back to who I was before. The move to Washington was the best decision I had made and no one or nothing could make me go back to New York. 

The last time Bucky and I spoke had been a few weeks ago where he offered to send Steve out to make sure I was safe. The two best friends couldn’t help but worry about my safety out here because we were unsure if some of John’s mens who survived that night would seek revenge for me killing him.

It had been six months and I had yet to run into any issues. 

At the thought of Steve, I couldn’t help but frown as I checked my phone to see if he had returned my text. 

I’m glad you’re safe. There had been some talk about someone else taking over John’s position. No word on revenge or not. 

With a sigh, I quickly typed my response back to Steve. 

Wonderful. Keep me updated?

I sat up from my chair with a groan, bones cracking back into place, and decided to turn in for the night.

Footsteps echoed on my porch, the old wood creaking with each step. I woke with a loud gasp and sat up in bed, sweat clinging to my body. I hadn’t had that nightmare in so long but since Steve had mentioned someone new had taken over John’s position, I could help but fear revenge coming to take my life. That nightmare wasn’t what woke me up tonight; those footsteps were. 

Flash images of John’s lifeless body at my feet clouded my vision and I squeezed my eyes tight, hoping that would block it out. 

I held the blanket close to me as I strained my ears to hear if there were any other movements coming from outside of my front door. Heavy footsteps pounded right outside my window and I slipped deeper into my bed, phone clenched tightly to my ear. 

He picked up in the middle of the first ring. 

“Doll?” 

His thick, tired, voice brought a sense of comfort, only for a moment because I felt guilty for waking him. It was only eleven in the evening here which meant it was two in the morning in New York. 

“I think someone’s trying to break into my house, Bucky” I whispered. 

There was some rustling on his end. “Are you alright?” 

I nodded even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t freaked out.” 

“Look out the window and tell me what you see.” 

I took a deep breath and quietly trekked over to my window and as I peered through the curtains, the culprit of the heavy footprints had its back to me as it was digging in the trash. 

I mentally smacked myself when I realized that I had been scared of a bear that had made its way to my house because of the garbage I had forgotten to throw away. 

“Y/N?” 

Bucky’s worried voice brought me back and I sighed into the phone. 

“It was a fucking bear,” I grumbled. 

He chuckled deeply and it caused the corner of my mouth to curl in a smile. 

“Well, I’m glad that I brought you some hilarity in the middle of the night. I’ll let you get back to sleep,” I sighed, ready to hang up. 

“No, wait,” Bucky seized his laughter. “I want to talk.” 

I climbed back into my bed. “Really?” 

“Yeah, how have you been?” 

“Good,” I nodded. “Besides getting woken up by a bear eating my trash.” 

We shared a laugh now. 

“I miss hearing your laugh,” Bucky admitted. 

I bit my lip. “I miss you.” 

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. “I miss you too, doll.” 

My fingers began to pull at a loose string that had started to become undone on my blanket. 

“I would love to see you soon. If that's alright? I can send my jet to fly you back home.” 

Home. 

I didn’t want to tell him that this was my new home now. I wasn’t going to leave it yet. 

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” I wondered. 

“I was never mad at you, Y/N. I understand why you wanted to leave but I wish I could have done something to make you stay.” 

“There was something you could have done. I even asked that of you,” I reminded him. 

With the deep sigh that came through the phone, I could almost see Bucky pinching his eyes shut. 

“I can't leave. This gang has been in my family line for generations.”

“What about me?” I shrugged. “Don’t I matter enough to you?” 

“Of course you do.” 

I scoffed. “Just not enough to love me.” 

“Doll,” Bucky started. 

“I don’t even know why I’m wasting my breath on this anymore. You know I love you and I guess that’s all that matters. I really hope that you realize how you feel soon otherwise tell me so I’m not being strung along.” 

“We’re married, aren't we?” 

“That doesn’t mean you love me, Bucky.” 

More rustling on his end with some whispering in the back. My brows knitted in confusion while my heart fell to my ass, afraid to ask. 

“Is someone there?” 

“Steve. He’s been staying here lately.”

“Oh,” I breathed.

Before I could question it even more, Steve’s voice came through the speaker. 

“Bucky doesn’t want to admit it but he’s afraid to sleep in this giant house by himself.” 

I smiled. “So you two have been having sleep overs? How cute.”

“Except Steve’s a blanket hog.” 

Steve’s remark shouted through the phone. “At least I’m not an ice box.” 

“Wait,” I sat up straighter in bed with ears perked at the mere thought. “Have you two been sharing a bed?” 

Bucky scoffed. “We’re joking, doll. What were you thinking?” 

Heat flushed over every inch of my skin at the suggestive tone from Bucky. 

“Well now that I’ve embarrassed myself once again, I’m going to sleep.” 

“When can I see you?” Bucky questioned.

I sighed. “I don’t know, Bucky. I’ll admit it was nice talking to you tonight but it’s not on my shoulders to fix things.” 

“I’m sorry for all the lies, Y/N. I really am.” 

“I know. But apologies only go so far.” I reiterated. 

Bucky sighed and I knew he wanted to talk about this more but I had said everything I needed to. It was up to him now. 

“Maybe I’ll call you tomorrow night. Who knows, there could be a racoon that's eating my trash this time,” I joked.

Bucky laughed at the sound of it, my heart fluttered and I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. 

“I’d like that.” 

“Goodnight, Bucky.” 

“Goodnight, doll.” I could hear the smile in his voice. 

I wheeled the suitcase to the front door, triple checking I had everything I needed for this weekend trip. My feet scattered throughout the house when I realized that my keys were missing, the fear of missing my flight being etched in my bones. 

This was a last-minute decision. I had bought the plane ticket two hours ago after ghosting my computer mouse over the ‘purchase’ button for what seemed like forever. There were so many reasons why I shouldn’t go and I considered every single one. But the one reason why I should go is what made me finally click the button. 

I love him and miss him. 

Two days.

That’s all I allowed myself to stay with Bucky before returning back. Secretly, I hoped that this time together would make him realize how much I meant to him. 

It might have been selfish of me to leave by Sunday night but I didn’t care. After our phone call last night, I couldn’t stop thinking of him. I needed to see him, feel him, smell him. I didn’t care what; I just needed to be around him. 

I kept telling myself that it was love, which it was, but there was a small sliver of it being lust. 

“Fucking finally,” I beamed after I found my keys in the couch. 

I threw the door open, ready for the weekend ahead, but my feet came to a halt when my eyes landed on the man who stood in front of me, hand raised ready to knock. 

My pupils widened with surprise, not expecting to see him in front of me. 

“Hey, doll,” the corners of his smile reached his eyes, the skin around them crinkled. 

“Bucky,” I breathed. “What are you doing here?” 

His hair had grown a bit since I left and the ends of it blew in the wind. I had the urge to walk into his embrace but held it at bay. 

He looked at me with desperation in his eyes as he let out a deep breath. “You wanted to know how I feel about you, right?” 

My heart soared but I didn’t allow it to get ahead of itself, not knowing where Bucky was leading with this so all I did was nod. 

 “I gave it up,” he shrugged.

I tilted my head with confusion. “Gave what up?” 

“The mob, the mansion, everything.” 

My eyebrows reached the top of my forehead. “You did?” 

Bucky nodded. “After we hung up last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how much I fucking missed you. I needed to see you.” 

His eyes landed at the suitcase in my hand and looked at me with something glimmering in his eye. 

“I was coming to see you.” I admitted. 

He chuckled. “I’m glad I made it here when I did.” 

I shifted on my feet. “So you gave everything up? For what? I thought it was important to you because of it being in your family for generations.” 

“You,” Bucky admitted. “You're my family now. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize but the only thing I need is you, Y/N.” 

I sighed, ready to explain that I already knew this, but he cut me off by crashing his lips to my own. Instantly I melted into his embrace, the familiarity of how he tasted made me moan into his mouth, which caused Bucky to wrap his arms around my back. My hands snaked behind his neck and my fingers began to play with the new length of his hair. 

His tongue brushed against my bottom lip and I parted my lips so he could deepen the kiss. I gave his bottom lip a little nip and tug which caused Bucky to grasp my hips, vibranium fingers leaving little love bruises. 

As we pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine and stole another quick kiss. 

“I love you.”

My heart leaped and my insides exploded at hearing those words. 

I leaned back slightly. “What did you say?” 

Another deep but quick kiss to my lips. “I love you, doll. I knew it from the second you barged into my office that first day. I never wanted to admit it to myself because I never thought I was worthy of having someone love me the same, given who I am.” 

I cupped his cheek, the pad of my thumb brushing across his bottom lip. 

“In our short time together, you made me realize that I am worthy of having someone to love and I’m so glad it’s you.” 

“I know that in the beginning it seemed like it was only for this agreement between our fathers but trust me when I tell you that I never thought of it since that first day,” Bucky said.

He continued. “I wanted to tell you six months ago when you were packing to leave but I knew how selfish that would have been. You needed this time away to mentally heal from what happened with your parents and John. I couldn’t hold you back from that.” 

I placed a chaste kiss on his chin. “Thank you.”

Bucky responded with another kiss to my lips. “I love you, Y/N Barnes.” 

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered to life, hearing him say those words for what felt like the first time again, and I wrapped my arms tighter around him in an embrace. 

“I love you too, Bucky.” 

He left a kiss on the top of my head. “So, are you going to show me around our new place?” 

I looked up at him with a hopeful gleam in my eyes. “Does that mean we’re staying in Washington?” 

“Doll, I’ll stay with you wherever you want to go.” 

We sealed that promise with another fiery kiss as I allowed Bucky to lead me into our house, the door closing behind us. 

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-eighteen

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: okay so this one is really long, 4.1k words so strap in! I really hope it's a good one because it took me all afternoon to write it in between taking care of my kiddos. Hope you like it!!

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Arranged Masterlist

I wrapped the bed sheet tighter around my naked body as I sat up in bed to let Steve fill us in on what we missed from his solo interrogation of Daryl. Bucky was still loungin on the bed, vibranium hand rubbing circles on my lower back, in hopes to keep me calm incase Steve told us something I didn’t want to hear. 

“So what did you find out?” I asked. 

Steve remained standing, hands buried in his pockets. “Are you sure you want to know, Y/N?” 

I nodded without hesitation. “I don’t care how bad it was. I need to know.” 

“Daryl was the one that pulled the trigger on your parents.” 

Bucky was now sitting up next to me and left a soft kiss on my shoulder when he felt my body tense at the news. The noises of the room around me faded, ears ringing with the news and I blinked back a few tears. There was a part of me that was relieved to finally know who killed my parents but I still needed to know why.  

“He was hired by someone, he didn’t know who. Someone called him a few weeks ago with a day and time of when to do it and when the caller got the proof of your parents death then Daryl would get paid.” 

My heart dropped. “Someone paid Daryl to kill my parents?” 

Steve gave me a sorrowful smile. “Yeah except he never got paid. Turns out that Daryl fucked up and told a friend about what he did. I guess the caller found out and said that he wasn’t going to pay Daryl.” 

A tear fell but I hastily wiped it away. “So my parents died for nothing?” 

“Did Daryl ever find out who hired him?” Bucky questioned. 

“Yeah but it was an alias.”  Steve sighed. “But he found out where this guy lives and was actually going to head there tonight to get the money.” 

I nodded. “Perfect, let's follow him there and figure it out ourselves.” 

Steve’s body went rigid and gave Bucky a look, who understood immediately. I looked between the two men and let out an angry groan. 

“Did you atleast get the fucking address before you killed him?” I asked. 

Steve snorted with a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “I’m sad that you don’t have enough faith in me, Y/N.”

It was my turn to snort a laugh. “So, when do we leave?” 

Bucky spoke while patting my lower back. “Why don’t we get dressed and we’ll meet downstairs to figure out a plan, okay?” 

I nodded and he smiled, leaving a kiss on my forehead. “Take your time. We’ve got to do something with his body.” 

“Let me guess, throw him to the bottom of the ocean with cinder blocks tied to his ankles?” I joked with a laugh.

However with the look on their faces, I realized that it was in fact not a joke. That was how they got rid of the bodies. 

“I thought that was some kind of mob lore,” I admitted. 

Bucky ignored me and simply nodded towards our closet.

“No peeking, Rogers,” I warned while clutching the sheet closer to me. 

Steve made a big show of covering his eyes with his hands and even turned his back towards me for added measure. 

“Aw come on, just a peak?” Steve teased. 

With a light giggle, I darted across the room and heard Bucky let out a low whistle at my bare form. 

“Bucky?” I gently knocked on the open door to his office. 

Steve, Sam, and him were huddled together closely, muttering something to each other. It seized the second I walked in which earned them a raised brow. 

“Am I interrupting?” 

Bucky shook his head. “Not at all. We were thinking that maybe-.”

I held up my hand to silence him. “Don’t you even think about making me stay here. I’m coming whether you want me to or not.” 

“Y/N, with what happened earlier, I don’t want you to go over the edge,” Bucky said. 

I squinted my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I never wanted you to get involved in this. You’re too innocent-.” 

My loud groan had now cut him off and I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t finish that sentence, Bucky.” 

“All I’m saying is that I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.” Bucky shrugged. 

I walked into his arms and left a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be fine. Especially since I’ve got two super soldiers and Sam watching my back.”

“Gee, thanks,” Sam retorted. 

I merely smiled at him but then noticed a briefcase on the couch. It was closed but it didn’t need to be open in order to know what was in there.

“Why are you bringing the serum?” I asked. 

Bucky tightened his grip around me. “Daryl also mentioned that whoever hired him knew about the serum. So Steve suggested we hide it somewhere that no one knows.” 

“I know a place,” I offered as I opened the briefcase. 

The bright blue liquid in the vials looked so small in the large case which made me wonder how it had such an effect on humans. I played with one carefully between my fingers.

“How do you guys ingest it? Drink it?” I questioned. 

Steve took it from my hand, much to my protest, and placed it safely back into the case.

“It goes in through the bloodstream, the fastest way to take effect,” he informed me. 

“Sam, why did you never take it?” 

“It wasn't something I was interested in,” Sam admitted. “I’m more of a guy in the sky.” 

I sat on the edge of Bucky’s desk, watching him make sure his handgun was loaded before placing it into the back of his waistband. 

“Who were you going to give the serum to? To make your soldiers?” I wondered. 

Bucky gave me a side eye. “Why so many questions? Are you interested?” 

“Hell no. Even if I’m dying, don’t give it to me. I like the way I am.” 

For the next several minutes, I watched as the three of them sorted through the array of weapons that Steve had pulled from the safe and when Bucky handed me a gun, I quickly shook my head. 

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with it.” 

He sighed while opting for a knife instead and he slid it into my back pocket, not before giving a hard squeeze to my ass. 

Our eyes locked and my heart began to beat incredibly fast as I took in the way his eyes shone bright when he looked at me. The way the corners of his lips reached his eyes with his large smile. 

The thought of how he twitches lightly in his sleep when he’s exhausted made my heart beat even faster. Or the way he would leave me notes throughout the house earlier on in my time here and he was busy with work so he couldn’t say those things in person. 

My heart flipped when I remembered the one time we were laying in bed together and I was running my hand over the scars of where vibranium met skin. Bucky had been self conscious of it but I showed him how much I loved it by kissing every inch of those beautiful scars. 

The realization of what all these feelings and thoughts meant slammed into me like a train. 

Oh fuck. 

“Ready?” I asked while clearing my throat, hoping he could read my mind with his super soldier powers. 

Bucky responded with a firm kiss to my lips. “You don’t investigate on your own, okay? Stay with one of us the entire time.” 

The worry that clouded his eyes made my stomach drop. 

“Of course,” I gave him a reassuring smile. 

With Sam leading, I followed him with Bucky and Steve behind me as we all piled into the large SVU. Steve and Sam were up front, that left Bucky and I in the back, who wasted no time in tucking his nose into my neck, working on a mark from earlier. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek in hopes to keep my moans silent but it nearly slipped out when I felt vibranium fingers ghost along the skin underneath my shirt. 

“Bucky,” I whispered while looking towards the front of the car. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. 

My cheeks burned with a blush and forced him away from the skin of my neck to look into his eyes. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen tonight, if we were even going to find what we were looking for. But I needed him to know what had been weighing heavy on my mind for a while now. 

His blue eyes bored deep into my own as I cupped his cheek to leave a kiss upon his plump lips. They tasted like the beer he had finished before we left, some sort of liquid courage. No matter how many times we kissed, it felt the same; like they were made and molded for each other. 

We slowly pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other. 

“Bucky?” 

He hummed. 

“I know it’s been a rough start with our marriage but I wanted to say thank you for everything you’ve done for me the last couple months. You’ve been a great husband, given the circumstances.” 

Bucky smiled. “Anything for you, doll. I hope after everything we can have some sense of normalcy.” 

“I hope so too,” I agreed. 

My head rested against his shoulder as his vibranium fingers slipped with mine and brought my rings to his lip to leave a soft kiss to it. 

There was a buzz coming from my coat pocket and I stared at my phone with a puzzled look. 

“What is it?” Bucky asked. 

I gave him a slight shrug. “It’s John. He sent me this weird text.” 

The truth will be known soon. Too bad it had to be this way.

Bright lights shined from outside the car, behind Bucky, and there was no chance for me to warn him as a truck slammed into us, my screams being drowned out by the sound of metal scraping along the pavement and glass shattering. The force from the truck had sent our car rolling a few times and I felt my body being thrown around in the back before I smacked my head against the headrest of Steve’s seat, darkness encased me. 

A cold wave washed over me as I awoke with a loud gasp for air, water dripping from my now soaked hair. I blinked a few times, trying to gain my surroundings but as I tried to stand, I realized that I was tied to a chair. 

“What the fuck?” I cursed, thrashing against it. 

I gazed around the dark room in hopes I could see where I was or who threw a bucket of cold water on me. 

“Sorry for the water. I had to wake you up somehow.” 

My head whipped around so quickly a loud hiss fell from my lips, suddenly remembering how hard I had smacked it in the car accident. 

Oh, Bucky. 

“Where’s Bucky?” I asked the unknown voice. 

A dark chuckle echoed before the light finally turned on, my captor now becoming clear. 

“He’s a bit busy right now.” 

I scoffed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Walker.”

John smirked. “I was starting to wonder if you ever found out it was me.” 

The sound of metal scrapping echoed in the room as he dragged a chair in front of me. I stared at him for a few moments, tilting my head to the side. But when it all started to finally click into place, I thrashed in my chair in hopes to reach him. 

“Try all you want, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere. The chair is chained to the ground and you're handcuffed,” John informed me. 

“You crashed into us, to what? Kidnap me?” I wondered. 

He shrugged. “It was the only way to get you alone.” 

“For what?” 

John leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “I tried to warn you, Y/N. But you wouldn’t listen.” 

I looked at him bewailed. “Warn me about what?”

“Bucky!” John yelled. “He doesn't deserve you!” 

I laughed dryly. “You’re still hung up on me. Christ, we dated for two months.” 

John pushed himself out of the chair and yanked my head up towards him by the ends of my hair. I bit my lip to keep the scream in my throat. 

“Bucky isn’t who he says he is. He’s been lying to you.” 

I did my best to shake my head in his grasp. “Jealousy always looks terrible on you.” 

John ran a hand over his face and reluctantly let me go to sit in his previous spot. 

“Did he tell you the truth about your dad?” 

“What are you talking about?” I asked. 

While he leaned back into the chair, John wore an amused expression. 

“Your dad was never in the army, Y/N. He ran his own mob gang for years in the eighties before you were born.” 

“You’re lying,” I shook my head. 

John continued. “Your dad and Bucky’s dad were rivals, both of them ran their business on the same block.” 

“Bucky’s dad died in the army,” I informed him. 

John laughed. “Is that what he told you?” 

My shoulders slumped as I began to question what John had been telling me. Every time I tried to ask my dad what he did in the army, he would never talk about it. I only thought it was because he didn’t want to remember his time there. Not because he was lying about who he was. 

I didn’t want to believe that Bucky was lying but with his track record of keeping things from me, I couldn’t help but question it. 

“Do you know the real reason why you two are married?” John questioned. 

I merely shook my head. “I’m guessing you’ll tell me.” 

He ran a finger down my cheek and my body shook with disgust. 

“It was shortly after you were born. Bucky’s dad and your dad were in a shootout where your dad was seriously hurt. He begged for his life, for mercy. In order for his life, he promised yours to Bucky when you two were of age.” 

My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach and I felt the room begin to spin. There was no way my dad would give up my life to a complete stranger, his rival's son, so he could live? 

But I knew it couldn’t be that far fetched as I was making it out to be. Even if he told me it was for a different reason, he did arrange this marriage. 

“You’re lying,” my bottom lip trembled. 

John lifted my chin in order to look into his eyes. “The worst part? Bucky knew this and he was the one that reached out to your dad to remind him of the deal. Your dad was hoping that the Barnes’ forgot.” 

I yanked my face from his grasp. “I don’t believe you.” 

John sighed before typing something away in his phone and showed me the screen. My eyes scanned the email and felt my heart break into a bunch of tiny pieces when I realized that John had been telling the truth. 

Bucky had sent an email to my dad earlier in the year about the deal between our dads and that he was “cashing in” on it now. I needed to be married to him within the next six months or he would come and do what his father should have done all those years ago. 

Tears pooled in the corner of my eyes and when I squeezed them shut, the tears fell and I could taste the salt from them on my lips. 

“He lied to you, Y/N. Now he has to pay.” 

The door to the room was kicked open as four men were dragging in a man on his knees. I let out a choked sob when I noticed the man was Bucky, who seemed to be out of it. 

“Bucky,” my voice cracked. 

Almost upon hearing it, Bucky looked up with angry eyes when he saw my current state. He was quick on his feet to save me but one of John’s men kicked him behind the knee, knocking Bucky back down. They all held him down, hoping he wouldn’t be a match to the four of them with the serum running through his viens. 

John was standing behind me and I let out a scream when I felt his fingers through my hair yet again, yanking my head up at the ceiling. I looked at him upside down. 

“Where is it?” He asked. 

“Where’s what?” 

John sighed. “I’m in no mood, Y/N. Where is the serum?” 

My lips parted as I stared up at him, everything started to fall into place. “You’ve been the one looking for the serum?” 

“Where is it?” John ignored me. 

“Screw you,” I seethed. 

Another scream erupted from my throat when I felt John’s knuckles slam into my eye, blood pooled to the floor almost instantly. I had been yanked up to face him yet again. 

Even if I couldn’t see, I knew Bucky had been trying his best to fight against the men constricting him. 

“I didn’t want to do that but you’re not telling me the truth. You know I hate being lied to.” 

“Go fuck yourself,” I spat. 

This time John’s knuckles met with my mouth and it was filled with the taste of copper. His fingers gripped my throat and began cutting off my oxygen as he looked at me with hatred in his eyes. 

“Where’s the serum!?” he screamed. 

I spat the blood from my mouth into his face in response. 

John groweld in anger and snatched the gun from his pocket, forcing the barrel of it in my mouth. My body shook with fear as I felt the cold metal burry deeper into my throat. 

“You son of a bitch!” Bucky sneered. “I’m going to kill you!” 

Tears fell from my eyes when John cocked the gun and I knew that this was the end, I was going to die. 

“Boss, we found it!” 

My lungs filled with oxygen when John removed the gun from my mouth and I gasped. 

John smiled in victory as he was handed the serum that had been prepped in a syringe. His gaze bounced between Bucky and I, a disgusting, sinister smile crawling on his features. 

“Your parents died holding onto the serum's whereabouts. They claimed they didn’t know what Daryl was talking about. I told him to shoot them anyway.” 

If my whole world had not crashed down before, now it was buried deep into the pits of hell. 

“You were the one that hired Daryl?” 

John shrugged, as if the mention of the kids name disgusted him. “I should have been the one to pull the trigger. Would have saved me the headache of covering the paper trail back to me.” 

“You son of a bitch!” my voice screeched as I kicked and screamed, trying my best to reach him. “I’m going to kill you!” 

“You know,” John stared with wonder at the serum. “I was going to use this on me but I suddenly had a better idea.” 

He looked at the men holding Bucky down. “Where are the other two?” 

Steve and Sam. 

“They’re locked up in the basement, sir.” 

John nodded. “Good.” 

He then turned his attention back to me. “I hear that you would rather die than have the serum running through your blood. Such a shame, really. What I would give to have this. But what I’m about to do will bring me the same satisfaction.” 

I looked with wild eyes towards Bucky when it became clear what John was about to do. 

“Doll, it’s alright.” Bucky tried to ease my worries. 

“Bucky,” I wailed. “I don’t want this.” 

“I know. It’s okay. I’ll take care of it.” 

His words meant nothing as I felt the sharp end of the needle protrude my skin, the blue liquid disappearing into my veins. My vision had become hazy but yet clear and the strength I had filled me was almost too much and my head fell back as I lost consciousness for a moment. 

“Too bad your husband won't be alive to see the outcome of his greatest invention,” John snickered. 

With a gut wrenching scream, I broke free from my handcuffs, the effects of the serum working instantly. Bucky took this as an opportunity to break free from his captors and I fought them off with him. 

The power I felt surging through me was nothing I had ever felt. While it made my skin crawl with revulsion, I couldn’t ignore the ecstasy I had felt. 

We had been so engrossed in fighting off the men that neither of us saw John scurry out of the room, dropping his gun onto the floor in the process. 

Once the men lay at our feet and I had come down from this new high, everything that I had been told by John was at the forefront of my mind. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky tried to reach for me. 

I pushed him away, fresh tears falling from my face. “Did you know?” 

He shook his head. “I had no idea he was going to inject you with it.” 

“No!” I sneered. “Did you know about the deal my dad made with yours in order to save his life? The deal that you were cashing in on?!” 

Bucky stumbled over his feet and swallowed the large lump in his throat. His mouth mimicked a fish out of water as he did his best to think of what to say. 

“Y/N, whatever John told you was a lie,” Bucky defended. 

In one swift movement, I had John’s gun gripped in my shaking hands. The barrel was pointed directly at Bucky, who stared at me with disbelief. 

“Doll, put the gun down,” he ordered with hands raised. 

I had started to sob, tears mixing with the blood from the wound on my eye and lip, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. 

“What was I to you? Someone to have just to fuck with?” I wondered. 

Bucky shook his head. “Never. I never thought of you that way.” 

“Then why did you send that email to my dad?!” 

He had never been more confused. “What email are you talking about?” 

“Stop lying to me!” I ordered, forcing the gun closer to him. “Did you know about this deal?” 

With a deep breath, Bucky nodded. “My dad told me about it before he died. I didn’t want this, Y/N. But in order to keep my position in the mob, I had to.” 

I scoffed. “So that’s all I was? A way to keep your power?” 

“I thought so but not anymore. Y/N, I don’t think of you like that. From the moment you came into my life, I had been enamored with you. I couldn’t keep my mind off of you.” 

“ENOUGH!” I sobbed while holding the gun tighter in my hands. “Stop lying to me!” 

My mind had swirled with so many different emotions that I was afraid with one wrong word, my finger would pull the trigger. 

Bucky’s hand fell to his side and had no emotion on his face. 

“Fine. If that’s how you feel then shoot me,” he shrugged. 

Through the tears, his face had become blurry and I didn’t know what to think. John could have been lying to me just to get between Bucky and I. 

Or John could have been telling the truth. I had to be inclined to believe it considering Bucky had lied to me before. 

My finger had bounced from on the trigger to off many times, weighing the decision. 

Flash images of Bucky and I together last month clouded my vision and the gun dropped slightly when it all became clear. 

I was in love with Bucky. 

But it didn’t matter; he still lied to me. And this time may be the last time I forgave him for it.

The sudden noise of a loud gunshot bounced off the walls of the tiny room. 

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Arranged-fifteen

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: To be honest, I'm not too sure about this one and I even wanted to get another update out, but the day got away from me. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!

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I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the open suitcases at my feet. They lay scattered across the floor and I had a shirt tightly grasped between my fingers. I felt frozen as I did the best I could to toss it into the suitcase but failed. With every thought of leaving, I realized that I didn’t have anywhere to go. 

My parent's place was still a crime scene and I had sold my old place. The only place I could call home was here, Bucky’s. But even then, it didn’t feel like it. 

I did a quick glance at my phone, wondering if I had a text from him, but sighed when there were no new messages. It had been a couple hours since our fight and there was a part of me that thought he would have chased me back, apologized, and told me the truth; about everything. 

The deep purple marks around my wrist caught my eyes and I began rubbing it, hissing at the slight pain. 

“Asshole” I grumbled to myself. 

“Who’s the asshole?” 

I jumped from the bed, quickly to my feet, and felt my heart pace quicken at the man in the doorway. Even with the small smile on his lips, his eyes were still filled with sorrow. 

“Hi,” I breathed. 

Bucky pointed to my wrist. “Does it hurt?” 

I hesitated to answer because of the way he looked at me, regret now clouded his iris’. 

“A little,” I admitted. 

Bucky sighed before nodding towards the empty suitcases at my feet. “You’re really leaving?” 

I gave him a half shrug. “Would you even care if I did?” 

His own shoulders slumped. “Of course I would, doll.” 

“Sure,” I nodded. “That’s why it took you two hours to come back home after I left?”

“I had some things to take care of,” Bucky informed. 

Don't say it. Don't say it. 

“Hm, did this happen to deal with Natasha?” 

Fuck. 

Bucky let out a deep breath while pinching his eyes shut. “Y/N, please.” 

“Please what?” I shrugged. “Did you know she was going to be there tonight?” 

He nodded, not missing a beat. 

“I could say the same thing about Walker.” He returned back. 

I bit my lip, knowing he was right. 

“The differences between our exes being there tonight was that I had no clue John was going to show up,” I defended. 

Bucky ran a hand through his hair and motioned towards the bed. “Can we talk?” 

I knitted my brows. “Are you going to tell me the truth?” 

“I can’t,” he sighed. 

I turned swiftly on my heels and walked into the closet, ripping down all of my clothes and tossed them into the suitcases. It wasn’t neat by any means but I didn’t care. The faster I packed, the faster I would leave Bucky. 

Even if I had begun to fall for him, I refused to let myself stay in a marriage with secrets. Ever since I was little, I watched the kind of marriage my parents had together and vowed to have something exactly like that. 

“Y/N,” Bucky said as he did his best to get in the way to stop me. 

“Why should I stay, Bucky?” I questioned, stopping briefly. 

He shrugged. “Because.” 

I scoffed. “That’s your reason? ‘Because’?” 

Bucky lips parted, wanting to speak, but I ignored him. The only words that would come out would be another excuse as to why I needed to stay or why he couldn’t tell me the truth. 

“You’re such an ass, you know that right?!” I asked after throwing a large pile of clothes into the suitcase. 

“How can you stand there and continue to lie to me about everything?” I emerged from the closet; another large pile of clothes being tossed at my feet. 

“Do I not mean anything to you?!”

I tossed yet another large pile, however, I didn’t realize that not only was I grabbing my clothes but I began grabbing Bucky’s as well. I had been so engrossed in yelling at him that now I wasn’t even packing, simply making a mess. 

With a jacket gripped tightly in my hand, I stared at Bucky who stood there like a statue, not moving or speaking. I raised a brow to urge him to say something, anything. 

Not a single word came from him. 

“God! You infuriate me so fucking much!” I screamed as I threw the jacket at him. 

His vibranium hand caught it before it even grazed his face. I stared at him dumbfounded at how quick his reflexes were. 

“The serum,” he informed me. 

I scoffed. “Of course.” 

The jacket fell from his hand before he stuffed them into his pants pockets. “Are you done?” 

“Excuse me? You’ve got some fucking nerve,” I snarled throwing the next closet thing I could find. 

He caught the pillow before throwing it back onto the bed. “You’re starting to piss me off.” 

“GOOD!” my voice bellowed. 

I hastily grabbed the pile of clothes, throwing it all towards him. He merely stepped out of the way, the clothes raining down to the ground. 

“Stop throwing shit,” Bucky demanded through gritted teeth. 

I ignored him and went to toss another round of clothes but he was two seconds ahead of my actions. Bucky had me pinned up against the wall, hips locking me into place. But for added measure, he had also pinned my hands above my head with his flesh fingers. 

“Let me go,” I writhed in his grasp. 

A hiss fell from his lips as he felt our hips press deeper together. 

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to toss you onto the bed, rip your clothes off and fuck the attitude out of you.” Bucky groaned into the crook of my neck. 

A moan fell from my lips at the image of him doing exactly that. 

My actions halted, accepting defeat. 

We stared at each other, and Bucky reached for my chin, cool vibranium fingers dragged along it. 

“Are you going to leave?” He questioned. 

“Are you going to tell me the truth?”

I ignored his hypnotizing gaze, not faltering. 

“I’m afraid,” he admitted with a deep breath.

My face softened. “Of what?” 

Bucky released my hands and ran a hand over his face. “You leaving.” 

A soft chuckle fell from my lips. “I’m already thinking of leaving, Bucky. But that’s because you’re not telling me everything.”

“I don’t want you to think the worst of me, Y/N.” Bucky swallowed hard, eyes glossing over with tears. 

I gently cupped his cheek, my thumb grazed over the hairs. “Why don’t you let me decide that?”

There was so much uncertainty in his face and I could tell that whatever he was keeping to himself was heavy, something that he wasn’t divulging for my safety. While I appreciated Bucky trying to keep me safe, I thought the best way to do that was to tell me what he had been hiding. 

“Please?” I begged. 

With a deep breath, Bucky nodded and reached for my hand. “Come on.”

I didn’t say anything, simply linked our fingers together and let him guide me out of the room, down the stairs, and down the hall towards his office. Steve was already sitting on the couch, hands clasped together. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

Bucky motioned to the spot next to Steve to sit and I obliged. 

Steve gave me a small smile. “Bucky thought we both should be the ones to tell you about the serum.” 

Bucky was leaning against the front of his desk, legs stretched far and arms over his chest. Next to him on the same desk was an open briefcase, six vials of blue liquid nestled tightly inside. 

“Is that it?” I asked while pointing to it. 

Bucky nodded. “It’s taken Steve and I years to perfect the formula, to make it exactly like the ones that we have running through us.” 

“What does it do?” 

Steve spoke next. “We have super strength, rapid healing, and super hearing.” 

“Why did you guys do it?” I wondered, my gaze jumping between the two of them. 

The two men shared a look and when Bucky nodded, Steve pulled out a picture from his pocket and handed it to me. 

A gasp sounded from me as I recognized the two men in the picture; except they didn’t look like they do now. 

Bucky didn’t have as many muscles as he does now and he was clean shaven in the photo, not an ounce of hair on his face. 

But what really shocked me was Steve’s appearance in the photo. He was a lot shorter and so skinny. I could trace my fingers over his ribs. His hair was shorter and just like Bucky, no hair on his face. 

“You two?” I asked. 

Bucky nodded. “Steve was the first one to be injected.” 

My eyes fell onto him, who kept his locked on his hands. I placed a gentle hand on Steve’s knee which forced him to look at me. 

“Why?” 

He shrugged. “I was tired of looking like that. I wanted to be like all the other guys that the girls couldn’t stay away from.” 

My heart hurt at his words. Steve was a very attractive man, even in this photo. 

“Why did you do it?” I asked Bucky. 

“It was the only way I would have allowed him to do it,” Bucky said. “I wasn’t going to let Steve do it alone.” 

Even with the circumstances, I smiled at how good of a friend Bucky was to Steve. But there was still a part of this entire thing that I was confused about. 

“Why did you create it? Does it expire or something?” 

Bucky hesitated. “You said you wanted the truth, right?” 

I nodded. “Please.” 

“I wanted to create an army, be the best group in New York,” Bucky admitted. 

My shoulders slumped. “You created this serum to put fear in other mob gangs so they don’t mess with you?” 

He nodded. “Anything to survive, Y/N.”

“I’m guessing Dr. Banner was the one that created it for you?” I asked. 

Steve nodded. 

“And Stark wanted what with it exactly?” 

Bucky spoke next. “He thought it would be a great thing to sell on the black market. He’s been after me for years in order to get the formula. Tried everything.” 

Something clicked in my head and suddenly felt so guilty. 

“Natasha?” I wondered. 

Bucky nodded with a slight smirk. “Stark thought that if he sent her to work me over that I would give up the formula.” 

“You didn’t?” 

He shrugged. “She’s not really my type.” 

There was an intensity behind his eyes as he looked at me, slowly rolling his tongue over his lips. I felt myself get hot in my spot on the couch the more he gazed towards me. 

“I feel like an idiot for assuming there was something between the two of you,” I admitted. 

Bucky extended a hand towards me and I accepted, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. 

“I’m sorry for earlier,” he lifted my bruised wrist to his lips, peppering kisses over my skin. 

My body began to tingle all over at the sensation. 

“There’s something else I want to know,” I said with a soft voice. 

Bucky nodded so I continued. 

“What happened tonight with your worker, Jason?” 

His body went rigid in my grasp and with the look he tossed over my shoulder towards Steve, I knew what they were silently saying to each other. 

“Please don’t lie. I saw you take a gun from your safe earlier,” I said. 

Bucky’s hands were placed on my hips and I could feel his chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took. 

“Steve found out that Jason was trying to sell the serum on the street for some extra cash,” Bucky informed me. 

“Why did you take the gun? To scare him.” 

He shook his head. “This wasn’t the first time we caught him trying to sell it.” 

I gulped. “What did you do to him?” 

“I had too, doll. I couldn’t let him risk everything that I worked so hard for.” Bucky said in a hushed tone.

“So you-,” the words fell off, me not being able to finish the sentence. 

Bucky softly nodded. “I killed him.” 

My blood ran cold and the color drained from my skin, realizing my fear of what happened had been proven to be true. I knew who Bucky was when I was forced into this arrangement but hearing him confirm what was always rumored about him made me question everything yet again. 

I stepped out of his grasp and began taking a few steps back from him. There was an unreadable expression on his face as he continued to watch me walk farther away from him until the back of my knees smacked the couch, me falling onto it with a soft ‘oomph.’ 

Steve, who was still seated there, went to reach for me but I smacked his hand away. The noises of their breathing and the fireplace crackling with warmth was drowned out with the static of my brain as I did my best to comprehend what Bucky had admitted. 

The revelation of him creating this serum to make an army of super soldiers meant nothing to him revealing that he killed someone. 

“Was he the first?” I asked, voice breaking slightly. 

Bucky didn’t say a word, only placed his hands on his hips. 

He didn’t need to say anything though. There was always that thought in the back of my mind that he had killed before but I never wanted to think of it or even believe it. 

“I don’t understand,” I shook my head with confusion. “Why did you have to kill him? Couldn’t you have fired him?” 

Steve was the one who spoke next. “No, he knew too much. It was the only choice.” 

I shook my head yet again, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “He was just a kid, right?! You didn’t have to fucking kill him!” 

“Doll,” Bucky started. 

“Stop!” I snapped. “Stop trying to work your way back into my heart with that sweet name. Every time I think we work past something, I find something out that fucks everything up!” 

I was on my feet with a start and my hands shook at my sides, with either rage or shock I wasn’t too sure. My chest began to constrict, the air getting caught in my throat and as the room began to spin, I stumbled over my feet. 

“I don’t feel so good,” I muttered while squeezing my eyes shut. 

“Y/N, sit down,” Steve tried to help me back onto the couch. 

I smacked his hands away. “I need some air.” 

I didn’t make it far, however, before a dark cloud encased over me and the last thing I heard before I fell to the ground was Bucky calling my name. 

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-seventeen

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: SMUT AHEAD! I thought I would leave you with something good for the night.

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With the towel wrapped tightly around me, I shook off the excess water from my hair and padded barefoot into the bedroom, ready to get dressed and find out if Bucky or Steve had found out any new information. The shower I intended to have ended up being me soaking in the large tub as I allowed the hot water to ease my stressed muscles. 

As much as I would have liked to rush things along in hopes of finding my parents' killer, I knew that it would be useless if I wasn’t one hundred percent mentally prepared. 

I came to a sudden halt when I saw the person lounging on the chair, legs spread wide. 

“Fuck, Bucky. You scared the shit out of me,” I gasped while clutching the towel closer to my chest. 

His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as his lips were parted, something heavy on his mind. He had cleaned all the blood from his hands and was dressed in a clean suit. I didn’t bother to ask where he had cleaned himself up, knowing he didn’t join me.

“Everything alright?” I asked. 

Bucky hummed in response. 

“Oh-kay,” I replied. 

Before I could enter our closet, his deep voice saying my name halted my movements. 

“Do you need something?” 

He nodded with his hand extended towards me and I took it, our fingers linked together. A quick tug and I was now straddling his lap, the bottom of my towel raising to just below the round of my ass. 

Bucky’s hands rested on my hips while his lips brushed against the crook of my neck. 

“You smell so fucking delicious, doll,” he groaned. “I’m such a sucker for jasmine.”

The growing bulge in his pants that pressed against my bare mound told me exactly what he needed. 

“Bucky,” I breathed. 

He was leaving small love bites all along my neck and I rutted myself against him. Bucky hissed while tightening his hold on my hips. My fingers ran through his hair and forced his lips up towards me, crashing them with my own. 

It was a quick one, Bucky pulling away before attacking my neck once again.

“I need you, doll.” 

I let out a breathy moan when his vibranium hand began to slide up underneath my towel. The coldness of his finger brushed over my already slick entrance and I rolled myself over it, hoping he understood my silent plea. 

He answered with the finger sliding deep between my folds and I moaned at the sensation. It had only been the second time we’ve been this intimate but I don’t think I’d ever get used to the feeling.  

Bucky’s finger slowly pumped in and out, almost in tangent with my hips as I continued to roll on top of him. Our breaths came out in a mess of curses, my orgasm started to build, and Bucky understood. 

So he slipped his finger out, the sudden emptiness brought a frown to my lips. Bucky kissed the corners of them. 

“You think I would let you cum that quick and easy? After how you acted tonight?” 

I shook on top of him, body covered with goosebumps. 

“Bucky, please,” I begged while grabbing his hand in hopes to guide it back to my now swollen mound. 

He quickly had my hands between my back, held by his flesh one. The warm breath from his mouth was felt on my cheek as he nibbled on my ear and with his free hand, the towel that was around me had been thrown across the room. 

I was bare in front of Bucky’s hungry gaze and he flicked my hard nipple. I bit my lip at the sensation. 

“What do you want?” He questioned. 

I whined, not wanting to have to beg for it. 

“You had no problem running your mouth earlier, doll. What happened?” Bucky teased. 

With one hand still holding mine behind me, he started to pinch and pull my nipples giving both of them equal time. My hips dug deeper into his, hoping the friction from his pants would be enough to chase my orgasm. 

I couldn’t register what happened until my body was thrown onto our bed. Bucky stood at the end, his dark eyes grazing every inch of my body. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip in anticipation. 

“Spread them,” he ordered. 

My legs had opened wide for him as I leaned back onto my elbows, my pussy on display for his eyes only. 

Bucky was on his knees and pulled my hips closer to his face and I couldn’t stop the squeal that erupted from my throat. 

“All I could think of today was the way you tasted on my tongue.” Bucky admitted with a groan as he stared at my wetness. 

His tongue spread wide over it and I grunted out a loud moan with my head falling back onto the bed. The tip of his tongue pressed down hard onto the swollen numb of my clit and I forced his face deeper, fucking his face. 

Bucky moans vibrated against me and my lips parted in a silent scream as my orgasm washed over me with no warning. I convulsed onto his face and he lapped up my juices. Even in the faint light of the room, I could see the aftermath of my orgasm shine on the small hairs of Bucky’s face as he looked up from my pussy. 

“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough,” Bucky admitted. 

He kissed his way up every inch of skin until he reached my lips, locking us in a battle of tongues and I moaned when I tasted myself on him. I made quick work of shedding his jacket and dress shirt from him and when I began to undo the belt at his pants, vibranium fingers stopped me. 

“Get on your knees,” He demanded again with a deep voice. 

“Bucky,” I began. 

Skin against skin echoed throughout the room followed by a shrieking moan as Bucky slapped my ass with his vibranium hand. 

“Ass towards me. Now!” 

Without a second thought, I was on my knees in front of him and the sound of pants falling to the ground sounded in my ears. 

“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have,” Bucky’s warm breath fanned across my back. 

But the warmth was gone, replaced with cool metal dragging across my spine. Only it wasn’t his fingers. This was something sharper. 

I bit the inside of my cheek when I realized exactly what was being dragged across my skin. 

“I saw the way you watched as I twirled this between my fingers,” Bucky spoke. 

He had the knife in front of my face and it glimmered in the light from the bedside lamp. 

“Do you have a knife kink, doll?” 

I felt like putty in front of him, unsure how to answer. Which only caused Bucky to slap my ass once again. 

“I don’t know,” I admitted with a breathy moan. 

Bucky dropped the knife onto the bed. “Maybe another night. Right now I want to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

“Oh, Bucky,” I groaned, head falling to the mattress. 

With a quick snap of his hips, his hard cock slid into my drenched lips and I began rocking back onto him hoping to help him fill me up. Our bodies rocked together as our moans of desire bounced off the walls of our bedroom and Bucky’s hands gripped deep into my hips as he held me still before sliding in and out of me at an unforgiving pace. 

My ears rang with white noise and my eyes rolled back, the sensation causing me to quiver underneath him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. So tight. So fucking tight,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh, oh, Bucky,” I panted. “I’m so close.” 

“Not yet, doll.” 

I groaned because there wasn’t any way I could hold on, my orgasm catching up so close. The blood ran from my head straight down to my core as my toes curled. My breathing became ragged when I began to lose control of my actions. 

“Please,” I begged. 

Bucky now was dragging his cock in and out of me in an antagonizing slow pace, the feel of every vein on his dragging on my walls. I clenched around him, our shared wetness creating ungodly sounds. 

Suddenly there was a persistent knocking at our door and I went to push Bucky away but his grip on me held strong, cock still dragging in and out of me. 

“Yeah?” Bucky called out. 

“It’s Steve. I need you downstairs.” 

Bucky’s vibranium finger reached around to my swollen clit and began drawing circles. I had to bite back a moan. 

“Is it important?” Bucky asked. 

“I wouldn’t be bothering you guys if it wasn’t.” 

I peeked over my shoulder. “Maybe we should—oh fuck!” 

Bucky’s pace in my pussy started up again and I felt the tip of his cock reach every single inch of me. 

With his vibranium finger still working my clit, his other hand wrapped around my throat and pulled my back up into his chest, the new position made my head spin. I let out another loud moan. 

"Be quiet, otherwise he's going to hear you. Or maybe you'd like that? Having Steve hear how I have you bent over, fucking this tight pussy,” Bucky grunted in my ear. 

My second orgasm washed over me in waves with that simple thought Bucky had planted in my mind and I spasmed over his cock which did nothing to halter his erratic movements. 

“Buck?” 

He groaned but never responded to Steve. 

“I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy up,” he bit hard down on the skin of my shoulder, him keeping up his promise. 

His cock throbbed and pulsed as he spilled himself into me and I rolled my hips over him, hoping to get every last drop. 

Our bodies fell in a heap onto the bed and Bucky rolled me on top of him, dragging the blanket over our lower half. He brushed a soft kiss to my forehead. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

I nodded in a haze and Bucky chuckled. 

Our eyes locked and we shared a slower, passionate kiss. I could see in his eyes that Bucky wanted to say something, his lips even parted to speak. 

“I lo-.”

“Bucky, this is important-.” 

Steve barged into the room but I had been too tired to try and cover up more. Even if my lower half was covered, with the right-angle Steve could have been able to see my exposed breasts. Bucky simply wasn’t bothered in the way Steve gazed at the two of us, an amused expression on his face. 

“I probably should have knocked,” Steve chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. 

I didn’t miss the way his cheeks reddened in a blush. 

“What is so important, Steve,” I asked with a yawn. 

“We’ve got a location.” 

I was now suddenly wide awake.

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan

[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-thirteen

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: Okay so I really hope I have everyone tagged that has asked, it's been insane how many of you love this series. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!

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The music continued to play throughout our room and the rain had settled as Bucky and I laid in bed together, sheets covering our naked forms. My head was buried deep into the pillow, wishing sleep would overtake, and Bucky was propped up on his elbow, vibranium fingers grazing over my bare back. He looked down at me, adoration in his blue iris’s and I gave him a sleepy smile. 

“Tired?” He questioned. 

I nodded. “I wish we could stay here the rest of the night.” 

Bucky placed a kiss on my spine. “Me too, doll. But we have to show up tonight.” 

“This is stupid,” I groaned while snuggling deeper into his chest. 

The hairs that peppered across it tickled my cheek and I felt Bucky’s lips ghost along my hairline. His scent engulfed my senses and I smiled at the familiarity that it started to bring. 

Even after our afternoon in bed together, Bucky still smelled like he had just emerged from the shower, a strong smell of fire embers and a very small hint of vanilla. 

“I can’t remember the last time I spent the day relaxing. I haven’t even taken one phone call,” Bucky chuckled. 

I leaned up and placed a kiss onto his chin. “You needed it. You’ve been working every day since I first got here.” 

“Maybe we could take a vacation once everything settles down with work and your parents' case?” Bucky suggested. 

“I would like that. I’ve always wanted to visit the pacific northwest,” I admitted. 

Bucky shook his head with a laugh. “I have my own private jet and can take you anywhere in the world and you want to go there?” 

I nodded, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve had plans to move there after high school but life got busy and before I knew it, ten years later I still haven’t left the state.” 

Bucky pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Wherever you want to go, doll. I’ll take you.” 

I wrapped my arms around him, the heat from his skin warming mine immediately. 

“I think I’ve learned more about you today than in the three weeks since you’ve been here,” Bucky observed. 

“Usually you do get to know each other before you get married,” I joked with a wink. 

“Oh, is that right?” Bucky raised a brow at me. 

He had rolled on top of me and began leaving quick pecks all over my face, causing a school girl giggle to fall from my lips. 

This whole day was perfect. It didn’t feel like Bucky and I were married only for a few weeks. It felt as if we had known each other for years with how comfortable I found myself becoming around him. There was a moment earlier today where I looked at him and for a brief second, I forgot that he was a mob boss, feared by many. Then the reality set in when someone from his laboratory called, which Bucky quickly ignored. 

A knock at the door halted Bucky’s kisses and my giggles, him remaining on top of me still. 

“Is this important?!” He yelled to whoever was on the other side of the door. 

“Are ya decent in there?” 

Steve. 

Bucky quickly tossed me one of his shirts and a pair of underwear. I quickly got dressed while he slipped into a pair of sweatpants. 

“Come in!” He yelled. 

I was back under the covers, hoping that Steve was here to tell us that the party was canceled so we could stay home. 

A quick glance between the two of us, Steve merely smirked for a moment, with a raised brow. “Easy afternoon, huh?” 

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky responded. 

“Make me, jerk,” Steve said with a snort. 

I smiled at the banter between the two childhood friends and lounged deeper into the bed. 

“Did you need something, Steve or were you trying to sneak a peek?” I jeered. 

There was a faint blush to his cheeks but it was gone in a flash before looking at Bucky with a serious gaze. 

“There was a problem at the lab. Jason.” 

Bucky cursed while shaking his head. “This kid is going to fucking kill me.” 

He stood and went to walk into our closet but I grasped his hand. “What happened to no work today?” 

Bucky sighed with a disappointed look in his eye. “I’m sorry, doll. This can’t wait.” 

“Promise to be back before we have to go?” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I’ll try. I’ll call you if anything changes.” 

With a quick kiss to my cheek, I watched Bucky disappear into the closet to get dressed. I looked at Steve and raised a brow. 

“No chance you’ll let me tag along, huh?” I suggested. 

Steve gave a small smile. “Not this time, Y/N.” 

His smile, however, did nothing to ease my worries as I saw Bucky open up the safe in the closet and placed a gun that he grabbed into the waistline of his dress pants. 

I gave my driver a quick smile of thanks before shutting the door behind me, eyes glancing up towards the mansion in front of me. Bucky’s mansion was big but Starks was a tad bit bigger. 

With another quick look at my phone, I sighed with disappointment from no new message from Bucky. He had been gone for hours, meaning I had to come to this party by myself where I wouldn’t know anyone. Not the ideal way I wanted to spend the night. 

My mind kept thinking of what Bucky was doing and why he felt like he needed to bring a gun with him. For all I knew, he could have been carrying one on him every time he went out and didn’t notice. 

Where are you?

My fingers hastily typed into the phone and walked into the house, silently hoping he was already here. The place was filled with people dancing, drinking, or socializing and I could feel my anxiety weigh me down. 

“You look absolutely breathtaking.” 

I spun on my heels and felt all of my worries vanish the second Bucky’s eyes met  mine. A large breath fell from my lips. 

“Hi, you clean up pretty well yourself.” I winked and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“Have you been waiting long?” Bucky questioned while allowing me to wrap my arm with his. 

“No, I just got here. How’d everything go at the lab?” 

He simply gave my hand a squeeze. “Everything’s fine.” 

As much as I would have liked to bring up the fact that he brought a gun along with him earlier, I kept my lips shut knowing that now wasn’t the best place to have that conversation. Bucky led me towards the bar where we ordered a few drinks and I used that time to gaze around the room. I saw Sam standing in one corner and Steve on another, their own gazes taking in every inch of the room. 

“I’m assuming they’re not here for pleasure?” I asked Bucky. 

He nodded after taking a drink. “Something’s not right about this gala. Why would Stark throw this for us when we barely know one another?” 

“I thought he’s interested in whatever your lab is creating?” 

Bucky snickered. “The only thing Stark is interested in is money.” 

The two of us stayed at our post at the bar, his vibranium hand glued to my lower back in a safety sort of way. Whatever worried him about tonight made Bucky on edge, even more so than he usually was. But that didn’t stop him from whispering promises of what he had planned for us once we were home. My cheeks flushed with red while my stomach flipped, the butterflies fluttering to life. 

“Mr. Barnes?” 

Bucky reluctantly pulled his mouth away from the small mark he was leaving on the crook of my neck and nodded towards a petite redhead who snuck up behind us. 

“Natasha,” he gave her a small smile. 

“You two know each other?” I pointed between the two of them. 

“She works for Tony,” Bucky informed, hand still attached to my lower back. 

Natasha tsked. “Are you sure that’s the only reason why we know each other?” 

Jealousy stabbed at my heart the way that Natasha had said that, hinting that they knew each other more than Bucky had led on. My eyes fell and I began stirring the ice in my cup, suddenly feeling out of place next to the two of them. 

“Everything alright?” Bucky asked, lips grazing my ear. 

I shivered at the feeling. 

“Yeah.” I nodded. 

Natasha sighed while clicking her heels on the marble floor below. “Mr. Stark is waiting for you.”

Bucky sighed but evidently nodded. He quickly waved Steve and Sam over. 

“Steve, stay with Y/N. Sam, you’re with me,” he gave the two men their orders. 

Steve was fast to my side as Bucky left a kiss upon my lips. It wasn’t a quick one, either. It was the kind of kiss where your tongues found each other right away and made your head spin with how much passion was put behind it. 

“I won’t be long, doll.” 

My eyes fluttered open and I nodded, watching him walk through a door that was behind the bar, his eyes never leaving me even if Natasha had been leading him through. 

“I take it as things are going well between the two of you?” 

I gave Steve a smile. “Yeah. I didn’t want to admit it at first but maybe this arranged marriage wasn’t as bad as I thought.” 

Steve matched my smile as he leaned against the bar. 

“Can I ask you something?” I questioned him. 

When he nodded, I continued with a deep breath. “Anything going on between Bucky and Natasha? He claims that he only knows her from working with Stark but the feeling in my gut tells me otherwise.” 

Steve hesitated, scratching at the beard on his chin. “She had feelings for him a long time ago but Bucky never felt the same.” 

I could tell in the way that Steve’s breath hitched in his throat that he wasn’t telling the complete truth but I let it go, simply taking a large gulp of my drink. 

“Whatever you say, Rogers.” I grumbled. 

He sighed and was ready to say something else but we were interrupted by another man slinking up towards the bar and stood a bit too close to my liking. 

“Y/N, I must say you look so good tonight.” 

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let myself step closer towards Steve, who had no issues with placing an arm in front of me. 

“What are you doing here, John?” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I’m here to celebrate the newlyweds. Where is your husband anyway? Can’t even show up to his own party?” 

“I’d suggest you leave now Walker.” Steve threatened. 

I placed a gentle hand on Steve’s arm to hold him at bay. The last thing I needed was to make a scene in front of everyone here. 

“John, there is no reason for you to be here. Please leave.” 

He ignored me, still keeping his hard gaze on Steve and smirked. “It must be so easy for the two of you. Having all that serum running through your veins?” 

I blinked, confused, and felt Steve tense under my touch. 

“Serum? What are you talking about?” 

John chuckled and finally tore his gaze away from Steve. “They didn’t tell you what they’re into? What they've been concocting in that lab?” 

“Steve, what is he talking about?” My voice faltered. 

Steve cursed and began leading me away from John. However, he was a tad faster than Steve and managed to side step us, blocking our path out. 

“They’re creating this super soldier serum so they can have their own army. They even injected themselves with it,” John informed while reaching for me. “It’s not safe for you to be with them, Y/N.” 

My head began to spin at this new information. Serum? Super soldiers? Bucky and Steve were these things? 

I would have thought John had been lying but suddenly it clicked of what I saw that morning in Bucky’s office. A briefcase full of blue liquid. I thought it had been drugs and now, I wasn’t too sure what was worse. 

My feet stumbled and when John reached for me once more, I smacked his hands away. 

“Leave me alone,” I snapped. 

“I can keep you safe, sweetheart.” John pleaded. 

His hands grasped my wrist and yanked me towards him causing me to yell out in pain from how hard he pulled. 

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” 

My voice seethed while I pushed him hard against his chest, his grip faltering. I looked for a way out, needing to get far away from here. My chest began to constrict, a pain shot through my body and I did my best to even my breathing. 

John tried to reach for me once more.

“Step back,” Steve threatened him and stood between the two of us. 

The words kept replaying in my mind, like a broken tape player stuck on a forever loop. 

Super soldier. Super soldier. Super soldier.

“Fuck, I need to get out of here.” I groaned while squeezing my eyes shut. 

Steve was quick to grab my hips from behind and led me through the crowd of people. There was a white noise in my ears, ringing so loud, that I hadn't heard Tony up on stage introducing the guest of honor. I also hadn’t heard Bucky calling my name, wondering why I was being rushed out of the house. 

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-twenty

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: only one more chapter after this one!

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The birds chirped through the open window as my eyes fluttered open, the blurriness of the room faded. Memories of what happened came back and I sat up in bed with a start. I lifted my shirt over my stomach and gasped when I noticed the bullet hole was gone, the skin looked like it had never been torn. 

“The serum worked.” 

I jumped slightly, shirt falling, and saw Bucky sitting in the chair across from our bed. 

“How long have I been out?” I asked. 

He ran a hand over his chin and I noticed how tired and bloodshot his eyes looked. 

“Few hours,” he admitted. 

“Oh,” I nodded. 

The sinking feeling in my stomach wouldn’t subside until I knew what happened.

“Are Steve and Sam alright?” 

Bucky gave me a half smirk. “They’ve dealt with worse.” 

I began fidgeting with my fingers when I realized that the pain I felt inside still wouldn’t leave. “Did you, uh, take care of John?” 

Bucky nodded. “You don’t have to worry about that, doll.” 

Tears welled at the corners of my eyes when the disgusting feeling filled me once again. It was overwhelming that I gnawed on the inside of my cheek in hopes to keep myself from getting nauseous. 

I thought that killing John would give me a sense of satisfaction for avenging my parents but it only made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be here. I wish that the serum hadn’t worked. 

My soft sobs filled the room and Bucky was at my side in a flash, sitting on the edge of the bed. With his vibranium thumb, he began wiping away the tears. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” 

I sniffled. “I thought that I would feel better about my parents dying if I was the one who pulled the trigger but I feel so disgusted with myself that I did that.” 

Bucky sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given you the gun.” 

“I don’t know if this feeling is ever going to go away,” I admitted. 

He brushed his soft lips across my forehead then leaned his against mine. I could feel his warm breath over my face. 

“I’ll be here for whatever you need,” he vowed. 

My lips trembled with a sob as I pulled away from him and shook my head. “No.” 

Bucky looked at me puzzled. “What do you mean?” 

I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them. “I think I need some time alone.” 

His mouth fell in sync with his shoulders. “Wh-what?” 

“With everything that has happened, it might be best for us if we spend some time apart, Bucky. We were rushed into this marriage because of the arrangement and instead of using the time to get to know each other, we spent it finding my parents' killer.” 

“So let’s get away, just the two of us. Our honeymoon,” Bucky suggested as he reached for me. 

I hastily got out of bed, not wanting him to touch me. If I felt his skin on mine, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I would break and end up staying with him. 

“I need space, Bucky. Can you please understand that?” 

He ran a distressed hand through his hair. “Okay, I’ll go stay with Steve for a few days.” 

Tears rolled down my face, the saltiness tasted bitter on my tongue, and I shook my head. 

“I need to leave. Get far away for a bit.” 

Bucky was fast on his feet, head shaking rapidly. “No, Y/N. I’ll go stay with Steve and you can stay here. Take all the time you need.�� 

I held up my hands to stop him, sobs shaking through my body. “Stop, please don’t come closer. I’m afraid that if you touch me that I’ll fall into you and stay. I can’t.” 

“Doll, we can figure this out,” Bucky said. 

“I love you, Bucky! Don’t you understand that?” I blurted, biting my lip right after. 

He stared at me wide eyed, his chest rising with a very deep breath. My admission had knocked him off of his feet, him falling back onto the bed. His blue iris dilated and he did his best to find the right words, hesitant breaths falling from his parted lips. 

My shoulders slumped. “I love you. Even after everything you lied to me about, I still fucking love you. Which is why I need to leave because I can’t stay with you knowing that you don’t feel the same.”

Bucky was still silent, not knowing what to say.

“I would love to stay with you, Bucky. But this life,” I said while motioning around the room, “This mob life isn’t for me and I can’t make you give it up. Because it’s clearly important to you.” 

“I can keep it separate if that will help you,” Bucky said. 

I let out a shaky breath. “It’s not enough.” 

“I only lied to you to keep you safe, doll. Please understand that,” Bucky insisted. 

I was tired of the same excuse. Nothing changed from the first time he used that excuse and nothing was going to change with us. I couldn’t stay with him knowing that he was only using me to cash in a wife.  

There was also a quick thought of if I hadn’t agreed to this marriage, my parents would still be alive. They wouldn’t be too happy with my choice but at least they would have been around. 

“I need some time to pack my things and I’ll be gone. Give me a few hours.” 

I turned on my heels, ready to walk away, but cold fingers gently wrapped around my wrist to stop me. I looked down at Bucky’s broken face and saw a lone tear roll over his cheek; the rest of the tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. 

“What about this?” He asked, lifting up my left hand. 

My wedding ring glimmered in the setting sun that broke through the curtains on the window and felt guilty for even thinking of doing this. 

I went to take it off, ready to give it back to Bucky, but he wrapped his hand over mine to stop me. 

“If there’s even a small chance that this could work out between us, keep it please,” Bucky’s voice cracked. 

I nodded. “Okay.” 

The warmness from his grasp was gone, a chill washing over me, and I couldn’t help but stand there awkwardly in front of him. The decision to leave was already made, I wasn’t going to change it. But there was a small part that wanted Bucky to say those words. 

“Can you tell me that you feel the same?” I asked. 

Bucky faltered. “Honestly, I don’t know how to feel. You’re leaving me, doll. If I tell you what you want to hear, will it make you stay?” 

The last bandage that had been holding my broken heart together faded, pieces falling into the pits of my stomach. There was no surprise that he didn’t feel the same, I had a feeling. But it still hurt when I heard him admit it. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” I bent low and left a firm kiss on his lips, savoring the way he tasted for the last time. 

He always tasted like mint, from either his toothpaste or gum. 

Bucky had no issues with returning the kiss, his hands gripping tightly to my hips to lock me in place. Fingers ran through his long hair and I grasped the back of his neck to deepen our kiss. 

“Y/N,” Bucky moaned into my lips. “Stay, please.” 

Reluctantly, I pulled away and rested my forehead against his. “I love you.” 

With my own shaking hands, I removed him from my hips and left him behind on our once shared bed. With my back turned, I didn’t see the way that Bucky put his head in his hands and with the way his body shook, he let the tears finally fall. 

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan

[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-nineteen

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: So I think I have an idea for a new mob!bucky barnes story. I might post the summary of it and if it sounds interesting to you all, I'll start it! There are probably a few chapters left of this one, just trying to decide on how to end it. Happy or sad. Who knows!

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The sound of gunfire echoed in my ears, loudly, and the gun clattered to the ground below. My eyes were wide with shock and despair at what had just happened. There was an intense pain shooting through my heart all the way down to my stomach as I looked at Bucky, who matched my own expression. 

“Doll?” His voice shook, tears filling his eyes. 

I blinked and tried to speak but failed. Words felt so foreign as I tried to say something, anything. 

Bucky’s gaze traveled low as he tried to understand what happened. Time seemed to have slowed down when, with shaky hands, I pressed them against my stomach. The warm liquid seeped through my fingers and when I pulled them away, I choked out a sob when I saw them covered in something dark red. 

Blood. 

The new hole in my stomach poured out blood as I locked eyes with Bucky, fear on my face. 

“Bucky?” My voice cracked. 

I collapsed in front of him and with quick hands, he had them wrapped around me in order to stop me from hitting the ground. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ve got you,” he cooed while setting me down gently. 

He applied tight pressure to the bullet wound on my stomach and I hissed out in pain. 

“What happened?” 

I tried to talk but even that simple action caused a pain to shoot through the entirety of my stomach. As I looked up at Bucky, I noticed his eyes well up with tears and guilt filled me with what I was seconds away from doing. 

“I wasn’t-.” 

A painful cry erupted from my throat when Bucky pressed down harder on my stomach in hopes to stop me from losing more blood than I already had. 

“Just breathe, try not to talk.” Bucky said. 

My eyes squeezed shut and did what he ordered me to do; deep breath in, shaky breath out. I did this a few times hoping it would ease my rising fear of dying that filled me. 

Suddenly, Bucky was knocked away from me, John straddling him. He began laying his fists into Bucky’s face, who was unable to protect himself because he had been caught off guard. 

“Fuck!” I cursed as I tried to sit up in order to help Bucky. 

Anytime I tried to move, more blood would pool into my hands so in defeat, I leaned up against the wall and watched with broken gaze as John continued to lay fist after fist into Bucky’s face. 

That was until Bucky wrapped his legs around John’s waist, rolling him onto his back and now Bucky had the upper hand, slamming his vibranium fist into John’s face, stomach, neck, anywhere he could. 

I pulled my hand away and grimaced at how stained it was, the smell of copper filling my senses, and I silently prayed with closed eyes to whatever Gods would listen to not die. 

“She’s so in love with you that she couldn’t even shoot you. Even after all of the lies you told her.” 

Through lidded eyes, I noticed John was laying on the ground, broken, and Bucky was standing over him. The gun in his hand grabbed my attention right away. 

“So you fucking shoot her?” Bucky seethed, laying a bone cracking punch to his cheek.

John spat out some blood. “The serum will heal her soon, you know that.” 

The serum.

Even with the rage I felt for being injected with it, I was somewhat thankful for it at this moment knowing that I wasn’t going to die. 

Right?

Bucky cocked the gun. “What gave you the right to inject her with it? She didn’t want it!” 

“I think we both know that you were going to do it to her anyway. I simply rushed the process,” John chuckled. 

My heart slammed in my chest at John’s words and as Bucky locked his gaze with my own, he rapidly shook his head. 

“That was never going to happen, Y/N.” 

I licked my dry lips and rested my head against the wall, the pain of being shot almost doubled, not letting up anytime soon. My entire body throbbed in tangent with my heart, I could hear the beat of it in my ears. 

“I don’t care anymore,” I breathed. 

Bucky moved his attention back to John and with a swift kick to his stomach, John choked on his own blood. The gun was pressed hard into the side of his skull, Bucky leaning on his knees. 

“Bucky,” I choked. 

He ignored me, almost as if he knew what I was going to say. 

With a deep breath, I put more pressure on my wound while getting to my knees, then my feet. I stumbled a little, becoming a bit lightheaded, but reached for Bucky. 

“Bucky,” I repeated. “Give me the gun.” 

The gun shook in his hand as his bottom lip trembled with hatred the longer he started at John, not pulling the trigger. He shook his head, refusing my request. 

“He deserves to die, Y/N.” 

I nodded. “I know. But I want to be the one to pull the trigger.” 

Bucky took his eyes off of John and shook his head towards me. “No!” 

His face had been cut and bloody from his fight with John but I could see the way it broke at the mere image of me killing someone. 

Tears fell from my eyes and with one hand on my wound, I extended the other one towards him. “Please. I need to do this.” 

He wanted to fight with me on this but in the end he knew that I wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted; and that was John dead. 

With a soft sigh, Bucky reluctantly placed the gun in my hand. 

“You won’t be able to do it, Y/N. It’s not who you are,” John said while kneeling in front of me. “You’re not a killer.” 

I chuckled dryly with a darkness I never felt before filled my veins. I chalked it up to the serum.  “I thought the same thing about you.” 

Bucky stood behind me, a silent metaphor of always having my back, no matter what came my way. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he asked one more time if I was sure about this. 

With the gun raised, pointed in the middle of John’s forehead, I gave bucky his answer by pulling the trigger. John’s body fell to the ground in a heap and I let the gun fall on top of him. 

I thought that I would have felt relieved and happy that my parents' killer was finally found and justice was served. However, I felt disgusted and my body shivered with how dirty I felt. My skin crawled with the knowledge that I had taken someone’s life. This wasn’t legal, I had committed a crime but knowing the circumstances of what happened tonight, there was no way I would get in trouble for this. 

But with being married to Bucky, I knew that the body would be gone before anyone could even question what happened to John. 

Vibranium fingers brushed against mine, bringing me back from the darkness that took over, and I gave Bucky a sad look. 

“You don’t feel any better, do you?” He asked. 

I shook my head with tears in my eyes. “I feel worse.” 

“Let’s get you home,” Bucky suggested while trying to link our hands together. 

Even with everything that just happened, I didn’t forget about how he knew about the deal between our dads in more detail that he led on. He only saw me as a cash in, someone to have when he needed a warm body to lie next to. I refused to allow myself to be lied to anymore. I deserved to have someone that felt the same and wanted me because they loved me. 

I was in love with Bucky but he wasn’t in love with me. Because of that, I was ready to walk away from everything.

My free hand clutched the wall to steady myself when I felt the room beginning to spin. I could feel all the color drain from my body as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, darkness and death yanking me into its abyss.

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan

[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-sixteen

credit to whoever made the gif. found on google/pintrest.

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

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My eyes fluttered open, the golden rays of the upcoming sunrise painted the room and I slowly sat up to take in my surroundings. I was back in my room, suitcases and clothes still scattered throughout, but what made my heart drop was that I was alone, Bucky nowhere in sight. 

“Bucky?” I called out. 

His voice didn’t call back. 

I gave a quick glance to my phone and noticed that I had been out for a few hours. The constant revelation of truths tonight had done a number on my mental capacity and whether I wanted to admit it or not, I needed to sleep it off. Even if I felt slightly better about the situation, I still wasn’t happy about how Bucky had to deal with the whole Jason situation. But in the end, I wasn’t going to change the outcome of what happened. 

With a soft sigh, I decided that I should let him know that I was awake and feeling better, mostly. I made my way towards the one place in the house I knew that Bucky would be. 

His office. 

As I made the turn down the long hallway, I noticed Sam was leaning against the wall with his phone pressed to his ear. He had been so engrossed in his phone call that he hadn’t realized I had walked up behind him.

“They’re in there with him right now, it’s not pretty but we have to get somewhere.” 

My brows knitted together as I halted in front of Sam who quickly ended his call when his eyes landed on me. 

“Is Bucky busy?” I nodded towards the closed office door behind him. 

“Yeah, I’ll let him know you stopped by,” Sam said. 

I snorted. “What are you, his receptionist?” 

“He’s in a meeting.” 

“I heard. I guess it doesn't look pretty in there?” I questioned. 

I was unsure what kind of meeting Bucky would have at the early hours of the morning and I made that clear to Sam. 

He sighed. “Y/N, you can’t go in there.” 

“Why not?” I had my arms crossed over my chest. 

A bellow of screams came from behind the door and I tried to move past Sam but he blocked my path. 

“I can’t let you in, Y/N.” 

More screams sounded and I looked at Sam baffled. “What is Bucky doing in there?” 

Sam shook his head with hesitation. “It’s not Bucky that’s screaming.”

“Sam, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on. I'm so tired of being left out in the dark with everything. Please.” 

He ran a hand over his face and let out a large breath. “There’s a lead in your parents' case.” 

My heart jumped at not only hearing news of a lead in my parents’ case but also because of the way that Bucky and Steve were finding out more information. Sam didn’t have to tell me exactly how they were doing it, the screams that echoed told me. 

Not bothering to hear Sam’s protests, I pushed past him and barreled into the office. The door had slammed against the wall. My eyes doubled in size with the sight in front of me. 

Bucky and Steve had their backs to me but that didn’t stop me from seeing the blood on their knuckles and the array of knives on the desk. However, what made my stomach drop was seeing the man tied to a chair, blood pooling from a variety of cuts on his face, arms, and thighs. There was a puddle of blood forming at the man's feet. 

“What the fuck is going on?” I gasped. 

The two men turned on their heels when they heard my voice and Bucky cursed as he wiped the blood on a towel. 

“What the hell, Y/N! Didn’t you see the closed door?” He seethed while blocking my view.

I ignored him, only pointing to the man in the chair. “What the hell are you doing?” 

Bucky was now gripping my elbow to force me out but I ripped it from his grasp. 

“NO! I’m done being the girl stuck in her room with the wool over her eyes as to what’s going on.” I fought against him. 

“Y/N, leave. Now.” Bucky’s voice was calm but firm. 

I shook my head and pushed past him, now standing close to the tied man. Beneath the blood and bruises that were forming, I could tell that he was younger than me, just a kid. 

My blood began to boil as I looked back at Bucky. “He’s just a kid, guys!” 

“Y/N, you need to listen to Bucky and leave. You shouldn’t be here for this.” 

Steve was the next to try to get me to leave but I pushed his hand off of me. 

“Screw you, guys! He knows something about my parents' case, right?” I asked. 

It was Steve who gave me the answer I was looking for. “Yes but he’s not giving it up willingly.” 

A gargled cough sounds behind me. “Oh shit. It was your parents that got wacked?”

Anger flashed over my eyes as I went to smack him, only to be held back by Steve. 

“Let me go!” I did my best to break free from his grasp but failed. 

That damn serum.

“I deserve to be here if it involves my parents!” I pleaded while looking between Steve and Bucky. 

With a quick lick of his lips, Bucky eventually nodded. “You only ask questions, understand?” 

I didn’t bother wasting my breath on him and turned my attention back to the man in the chair. 

“Who killed my parents?” 

The man chuckled but remained silent which seemed to anger Bucky, who grabbed a knife off of his desk. It twirled between his vibranium fingers. 

“She asked you a question,” Bucky said. 

Seeing the way Bucky had flipped the knife so effortlessly in his hand made my core twitch with a new, confusing desire. 

I stared at it with a tilted head. 

Oh…oh.

That’s why I felt this burning below. I had found myself becoming turned on by seeing Bucky play with the knife. 

I pushed the feeling to the back of mind, knowing now wasn’t the time to explore this new kink. 

“This is your bride?” The man said before looking at me. “Damn baby, why are you wasting your time with this freak? I’ll show you what a real man is like.” 

Bucky’s boot landed into the man’s chest, knocking him to the ground, and pressed the knife deep into his neck. 

“You’re lucky I need you alive for answers otherwise I’d kill you right now for even looking at her,” Bucky spat, drawing blood from a new wound on the neck. 

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from protesting Bucky’s actions. 

Once the chair was placed up properly, I knelt down in front of the man again. 

“What’s your name?” I asked. 

“Let me guess, you’re the good cop?” 

I shrugged. “Someone has to be.” 

He looked at the two men that towered behind me and sighed. “Daryl.” 

I gave him a small smile. “Okay, Daryl. I’m only going to ask you one more time. Who killed my parents?” 

“Screw you.” 

Skin on skin echoed throughout the room only it came from my hand as I slapped Darly, hard. 

He spat blood on the ground, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Damn, that’s all you got?” 

This time, I punched the same cheek I had previously slapped. 

“Y/N!” 

I ignored Bucky and kept my attention on Daryl. “Who killed my parents?” 

My patience had begun to grow thin, I needed answers now and I didn’t care what I had to do in order to get them. 

“I’m not fucking around. Who killed them?!” 

He looked up at me with a sinister smirk under all of the blood. “Why don’t you ask your husband? I’m sure he’s got a list of people that want revenge.” 

My hand reeled back, ready to land another blow, but vibranium fingers wrapped around my wrist and yanked me away from Daryl. I burned a gaze full of hatred towards Bucky as he pinned me against the wall. 

“I said talking only,” he reminded me through gritted teeth. 

“Look at him, Bucky! Clearly you two gave up talking to him a long time ago.” 

Bucky nodded. “For you! This is all for you, Y/N. I can’t have you come in here still upset with me for what happened to Jason and risk making this guy clam up.” 

A dry laugh fell from my lips. “You think that’s why I’m so heated? I don’t care anymore. You killed someone. I’m not happy with it but I can’t change that for you. It’s who you are and I have to live with it.” 

There was a sadness that glossed over Bucky’s eyes and he sighed deeply. “I don't want you to stoop to my level. You’re too good for this, doll.” 

“It’s my parents, Bucky,” I shrugged. “I have too.” 

A soft finger raised my chin up, closer to Bucky’s lips, and I molded into him as he placed a gentle kiss on mine. All of the anger I had felt slipped through my fingertips, only for a moment, as I allowed him to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“How sweet. You want to know what your parents said before a bullet was put into their brains?” 

Bucky’s head snapped towards Daryl. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.” 

I pushed past Bucky and reached for a knife on the desk. “What did you say?” 

Daryl chuckled darkly. “They begged for your life to be spared. They knew that we would come after you next, unless they gave us what we were looking for.” 

His screams filled our ears as I dug the knife deep into an open wound in his stomach, twisting and turning it. 

“What did you want?” I asked. 

No answer so I dug the knife deeper, more blood pooling over my hand. Daryl’s head hung low, another dark chuckle erupted from his throat. My fingers snaked through his hair and yanked his head back. 

“What were you looking for?!” I yelled. 

The knife dug even deeper which caused Daryl to hiss in pain but that didn’t stop him from spitting a large amount of blood into my face.

“That’s enough! Steve, get her out of here,” Bucky’s loud voice demanded. 

The knife clattered to the hard floor below as arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me away from Daryl. I kicked and writhed against Steve’s grasp, a slew of curses falling from my lips and being taken away. 

“He knows! He knows who killed them!” 

Steve continued to carry me until we were in the main entry of the house and once my feet touched the ground, I did my best to run past him but he was two seconds too fast. I ran right into his hard chest. 

“Steve, please,” I begged, tears filling my eyes. 

He gave me a sad look. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t let you in there.” 

My shoulders slumped, defeated. “But he knows.” 

Steve cupped my face with both of his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes. 

“Bucky and I will find that out but you need to go take a shower. Get cleaned up and take a breath. You only woke up a while ago from passing out. We don’t need that to happen again.” 

Truthfully, I knew Steve was right. My body had been so stressed out with everything the last couple weeks that I hadn’t had time to simply sit and decompress; take a breath. 

“Will you fill me in on what you find out?” I asked. 

He nodded. “Of course.” 

With one final sigh, I slipped through his gentle hands and climbed the stairs towards my bedroom.

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