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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Monsters - Eleven (Alternate Ending)

Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Injuries, Fluff, Mentions of Mental Disorders and Personality Disorders (of which I've used personal experiences as references)

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Fourth day of ficmas and y’all get an alternate ending!! The end of this has given me an idea for a new dark!Fic that could potentially become a dark series but idk yet. Anyway, enjoy!!

A/n 2: This doesn’t fall in line with Madness or Bad Dream, but idc

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!

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“(Y/n)? Honey? You in here?” Bucky hesitantly pushes open the front door, senses on high alert in case you make a hostile move.

“James?”

He walks slowly into the living room, smiling softly when he sees you.

“Hey,” he whispers. You eye him warily and he sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he begins gently, sitting down next to you, “I know what I did was wrong, and I know it looks like I chose her over you, but I’m here for you now. And I’m gonna be here for you as long as you’ll have me.”

You stare at him for a moment longer before grinning.

“You need me,” you state. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “That’s why you came back,” you elaborate, “because you need me. Because you know that Natasha won’t be able to handle you the way I can.”

He swallows hard, thinking back to the way Nat was appalled by the video.

“You’re right.”

You giggle, shaking your head at him. “I know. I know I’m right. I’m the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you! You’d be lost without me and you’re now realizing it, aren’t you?” His guard is up in an instant, your outburst making him uneasy.

You get up off the couch to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.

“You hurt my feelings, James.” He nods, reaching for your hands slowly. You allow him to take them and watch as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“I know. And I’m sorry. And you’re right again. I do need you. More than I’ve ever needed anybody and that scares me.” You ponder this for a moment, thinking about all the pictures he received.

“How long were you with her?” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes tightly.

“A month. Maybe longer. At first, she was just something for the soldier when you weren’t there but… I’m not sure why I kept going back. I care about you, I really do.” You hum, pushing his hands away and straddling his waist.

You lean down, lips brushing over his just gently before you smile again.

“I fucked Steve last night. Several times.” A growl rumbles deep in his chest and you pull away for a moment, grinning wickedly as you see his eyes glaze over slightly. His hands grip your hips tightly and he takes a deep breath.

“Your best friend fucked me. For hours. Because you were too busy picking that stupid fucking bitch over me. That’s a lesson for you. I can get whoever I want, whenever I want. You need me, not the other way around. Remember that.” You push yourself off of his lap and walk to the staircase.

“In time you can have me again. But not now. If the soldier needs me, he can have me, but not you, James. Not yet.” He sits panting on the couch, eyes trained on your backside as you leave him confused and aroused.

You close the door to your bedroom and plop yourself down on your bed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of your mind, the one that’s begging you to leave him. He hurt you, but he’s back. He must care about you or else he wouldn’t have come back, right?

As you’re pondering this, the window slides open with a soft thud. You turn to the sound, anger coursing through your veins as you see the redhead climbing into your room.

“What are you doing here?” You demand, uncurling your legs and climbing off the bed. She closes the window silently and holds her hands up in surrender.

“I just want to talk. Please.” You eye her warily but stay seated at the edge of the bed.

“He came home to me. He chose me. So if you’re gonna try and convince me that he wants you, think again,” you snark, hoping to hurt her feelings before physically hurting her again.

She shakes her head, sitting down slowly on the floor a few feet in front of you, giving you the upper hand if you wanted to get physical.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” You furrow your brows in absolute confusion at her statement. You were expecting a lot of things; yelling, screaming, insults, violence. But this is the absolute opposite of what you had prepared yourself for.

“You don’t even know me,” you scoff, shaking your head at her.

She raises her eyebrows at that. “I know about your parents. Your dad, the paranoid schizophrenic who abused you because he thought he was doing what God wanted. And your mom, the Narcissist who neglected you.”

Your hands start trembling as she brings up people who you’ve fought to forget. The people who made you the way you are.

“You don’t know anything about them. Or me. You’re just-” “Just what? Telling you the truth? Reminding you of the fact that you were raised by them, yet you turned out to be a beautiful, smart, independent young woman?” You look at her, uncertain of where she’s going with this but still angry at the fact that she knows about your past.

“You may have been raised by them, you may have had a difficult childhood, and you may be dealing with something that very few other people can understand, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re not a bad person. You’re hurting, and you’re scared, and I know deep down that you know this isn’t a healthy relationship. But it can stop. We can stop this.”

“You think you know me, don't you? You think you’ve got me all figured out. You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me and I’m tired of you pretending like you do.”

You stand up, glaring at her as she slowly rises to her feet.

“First you come in and intrude on my relationship, make the man who loves me question his devotion to me. Then you come into my room, in my space, and try to tell me that you know all about me. Well, guess what? You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me. You think that because you’ve got the files and the information that you know a single thing about what I’ve done.”

You lean closer to her, lips just barely brushing over the shell of her ear.

“I’ve killed people before, Natasha.” She furrows her brows. You pull away and grin, batting your lashes at her.

“I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost count. But I remember their faces. Do you wanna know why I did it?” She’s silent but you continue anyway.

“I did it because of the rush. The power of knowing that you hold someone’s life in your hands... and you ended it. It’s euphoric. I may never get enough of it. And when I plan a kill, I plan it precisely. I make sure they have no idea and then... then I pounce.” She backs up a step, inhaling sharply when her back gets pressed into the wall.

“I guess I should thank you, Natty. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be that sweet innocent girl I pretend I am. The one who I’ve been since I moved here. But now that I don’t have to pretend anymore... I feel free. And I’m ready for my next kill. Do you wanna know who it’s gonna be?”

She shakes her head, feeling genuine fear as you talk so casually about ending innocent lives.

“I’ll give you a hint: she’s a woman. And she stuck her nose where it didn’t belong. Do you have any guesses yet?”

“If you kill me, Fury will kill you. I have no doubt about that.” You snicker and pull away, looking her up and down.

“Yeah... but I’ve got someone on my side who isn’t afraid of him. Someone who’d choose me over you in a heartbeat. You may have James, but I have the soldier. He's perfect. Everything I need and more.

“He broke you!”

“He didn’t break me!” You snarl, fist slamming into the wall beside her head. “He showed me who I am and how much I can take. And let me tell you, having those boundaries pushed... it really opens your eyes to what you can endure as a person. It’s a really spiritual process. Would you like to try it?” You ask, eyes wide and full of mischief.

“No. (Y/n) you’re better than this, I know you are.” You laugh, shaking your head and staring into her eyes.

“See, that's where you’re wrong. And that’s what your problem is. You think you’ve got everyone all figured out. But you don’t. You think I’m better than this? I’m not. I can tell you that right now. I’m not the damsel in distress that you think I am. I don’t need your help. Because I like the way I am. I’m fucking perfect! Men want me, I have a purpose. And now, I can get away with whatever the fuck I want. Murder included.”

“James would never-” “You wanna call James up here? See how he likes you intruding on his space? As soon as he sees me and you in any type of fight, the soldier will step in. I know how to trigger him without those special words.” The colour drains from her face and you nod.

“Him and I? We could be great together. I just need you and James out of the way. And look, you’ve handed yourself to me on a silver fucking platter. So Bravo, Natasha.”

“So what? You’re gonna kill me? Then what?”

You shake your head, fingers stroking her cheek gently.

“I’m gonna post that little video of us first. And then, after the good name of The Avengers has been destroyed, I’m gonna take you somewhere nice and quiet and I’m gonna put a bullet between your pretty green eyes. By then, James will be too consumed with his feelings to fight off the soldier, and I’ll have everything I could ever want.”

“Why?”

“Why am I like this? You said it yourself. Daddy was an abusive schizophrenic and mommy was a neglectful narcissist. They made me like this. I’ve pushed it down for too long.”

“But you can be kind! Caring and compassionate and forgiving! You don’t have to be like this!”

“You want me to be kind and forgiving? Ha! The world isn’t kind nor is it forgiving. Why should I be any different?” She shakes her head at you. “I can’t let you do this.” You raise your eyebrows at her and look her up and down.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? You gonna hurt me?”

She has the two of you in opposite positions in a heartbeat, a knife from her thigh plunged into your side.

You cry out in pain, slumping against the wall.

“James!” You shout, eyes full of pure evil as you look at the redhead in front of you.

Her eyes widen as you rip the knife out of your gut and shove it into hers.

The door bursts open as he runs into the room.

“Nat? What’s...” he trails off and you see the switch as the soldier takes over upon seeing you injured. Natasha is torn from you and tossed to the floor while the soldier hovers over you, inspecting the knife wound for a moment before looking back over his shoulder to where the threat is.

She scrambles to her feet and holds one of her hands up in surrender, the other going to her gut and gently holding around the knife wound

“James, listen to me. You need to understand that she isn’t who she says she is.”

You grab his hand, holding tightly and doing your best to look innocent.

“She came in here and tried to convince me to leave you. When I refused she stabbed me and said I was a monster just like you. I-I didn’t want her to hurt you... I had to do it...” You can see him struggling, trying to regain control of his body as the soldier reaches out to you.

“Bucky, Listen to me. She's not who you think she is. I know I vouched for her in the beginning but now it’s different. You’ve gotta listen to me. She’s dangerous. Please. She stabbed you and she stabbed me, James please.”

He looks between the two of you, clearly measuring his options.

“You chose her once, James. Don’t make the same mistake. Please. I trusted you.” You can see the confusion and anguish in his eyes as he looks at you then over at Nat.

“James, please. Please, you need to believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I know you’re in there.”

“No! She hurt me! She tried to get me to leave you! She tried to come between us! Don’t let her get away with it! Please, James. Please. She did it once, what’s stopping her from doing it again?”

It’s silent for a very long time, the two of you staring at the man, waiting for him to make his decision. When you see his shoulders tense and his jaw clench, you know you’ve won this fight.

The soldier turns to Nat, metal plates in his arm whirring as he clenches his hand in a fist.

“Leave. Never come back. If I ever see you near here again I will kill you.” His words are spat with a thick Russian accent, and it takes all of your self-control not to smile wickedly at the redhead.

“James please! Please, you’ve gotta listen! She isn’t who you think she is!” He says nothing, simply takes your hand and nods at you.

“He picked you last time. Now he’s finally picking me,” you whisper, smiling softly at the man only to grin wickedly at Nat when he turns away.

“Leave now,” he barks, glaring at her until she starts moving. She half runs half limps out of the house, leaving you alone with the soldier.

“Thank you,” you whisper, hugging him tightly then hissing as the wound in your side burns.

He lays you down on the ground, inspecting the gouge before nodding to himself. He stands without another word to retrieve a first aid kit and when he’s beside you again he starts stitching you up, his fingers gentle and kind.

You spend the rest of the day relaxing with the soldier, Bucky hardly making an appearance at all.

You’re getting ready for bed when you feel someone’s eyes on you.

“God, do none of you have any respect for other peoples’ privacy?” You demand, turning around with your hands on your hips.

Steve stands by the door, his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

“You know why I’m here.” Is all he says. You nod, pursing your lips and plopping down on your bed.

“The redhead sent you. Came and tattled on me for being a bad girl, right?” He says nothing, but you see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

“Fury’s gonna find out.”

“Oh yeah? And then what? Is he gonna deprive his pet of the one person who can keep him calm and contained?” Steve’s silence is answer enough.

“Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here. You and I both know that you’re just as fucked up as I am, if not more.” He swallows hard and avoids eye contact, making you chuckle.

“Imagine what would happen if people found out about Captain America’s depraved fantasies. Imagine if they knew how badly he craves power... how he longs to make people cower before him. Well, I don’t think they'd react too well to that. Do you?” His nostrils flare as he finally looks at you.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I want to help you find her. Whoever it is you’re planning on taking. I want to be a part of it.” He furrows his brow, taken aback by your request.

“Why?”

“Because,” you whisper, pushing yourself to your feet and standing right in front of him. “The power is euphoric. It’s addictive. And I wanna feel it again.”

He stares down at you, blue eyes fighting a battle as he mulls over your words.

It’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. He knows you’re not a good person and that wanting the things he wants isn’t something a good person, a normal person, wants. And yet... there’s something so alluring about you. Something addictive about the darkness inside of you. And he desperately wants a taste of it.

With a huff out of his nose, he glances down.

“So we have a deal?” You ask, a smile playing around the edges of your pretty lips.

“We’ve got a deal.”

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Obedient

Request: A/B/O dynamic, where omega! reader just agrees to everything her Alpha (Bucky) says, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating it is. Arranged marriage set up. Please.... Huge fan of your angsts. (He's embarrassing her on perpose, because he just doesn't like her at all. But omega! reader is just so docile and just won't talk back cuz she's raised like that. I think AU would be better, but I'll let you decide that. Happy ending. You are great. Thank you so much.)

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Characters: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Peggy, Omega!Natasha Romanoff x Alpha!Clint Barton Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow (oh look he’s not the bad guy this time), Sam Wilson

Warnings: angst, humiliation, degrading, collars, obedient omega, starving, implied smut, snippets of smut, heat, pain, abusive relationship, arranged marriage, shitty parents, medical treatments, Bucky being a shitty partner and asshole, suicidal tendency (I think?), mentions of violence, mentions of biting

Words: 2,8 k

A/N: This one took me ages as it was out of my comfort zone to write Bucky as an abusive alpha. Honestly, I was tempted to let Steve rip him apart limp by limp, but I saw this one as a challenge. I left the ending open as I could not write it as a happy ending, not with the way he treated her. Sorry.

Please be aware of the trigger warnings and do not proceed if any warning offends you! This is a warning not an advertisement!

Steve feels uncomfortable, just like Peggy when you kneel next to your husband or rather master as he likes to be called by you.

While Peggy uncomfortably shifts in her seat, tries to not glance at you kneel next to Bucky in your underwear wearing a collar calling you slut, Steve glares at his friend.

“What the fuck, Bucky! I thought you wanted to introduce your wife and mate to us, not embarrass her,” Steve finally grits out. He may be a mobster, a hard man on the outside but Steve never liked alphas treating their mate like a piece of meat.

“I did, Stevie,” Bucky pats his thigh and you sit on his lap, not meeting Peggy nor Steve’s eyes.

You should protest, scream at the way your husband treats you but raised to an obedient omega who gets punished for misbehavior you hold back the tears and swallow the tiny amount of pride you had left.

“This is bullshit, James,” Peggy angrily tosses her napkin onto the table when Bucky pushes you off his lap. He even tosses food to your feet, smirking as he simply has to snap his fingers to make you eat the food.

“That is enough, Bucky,” Steve gets up to pull his wife’s chair, holding out his hand. “I know you like to be the dominant part like to show your power but treating your mate like a dog doesn’t make you a tough man,” Steve grits his teeth, looking at you with pitiful eyes, “it makes you look pathetic.”

“I didn’t want to marry her, Steve,” pointing toward you Bucky scrunches up his nose. “Look at that pathetic little omega eating food from the floor like a dog.”

“Steve, I want to go, now,” Peggy already walks toward the door, giving you a sympathetic look before she backhands Bucky.

“She may not fight back but I am telling you that she deserves better than being forced to bear you and your behavior,” inhaling sharply Steve watches Peggy slap his friend’s cheek again. “You are the lousiest alpha I ever met, James Buchanan Barnes, you make me sick.”

Steve nods in agreement, not meeting his friend’s eyes he sighs deeply. “I thought you are a better man, Bucky. I’ll need a few days or weeks without you. Call Sam or Clint of you need anything.”

The moment the door slams shut Bucky falls onto the chair. He does not recognize you didn’t eat the food or that you suppressed desperate whimpers.

“Great, you ruined the dinner too,” Bucky spats. “Get up, on the bed and present. I will fuck my frustration out before I hit the club to meet a real woman.”

It’s always rough, fast, and without any pleasure for you. “At least you are a good fuck,” pushing off you Bucky slaps your ass, smirking as you dare not to move. “On your place, leave my bed.”

You hurry to leave the bed to lie on the tiny mattress he placed in front of the large window. All you own is a blanket and a pillow, so you cover your bruised body with the blanket to hide your face in the pillow.

“Next time, you’ll look happy,” Nodding you try not to anger your alpha. Your father’s strong hand, the conditioning on turning you into a perfect obedient omega do not leave any room for arguments. “I’ll be back in a few hours; you will stay like this.”

“Great you come to movie night,” Bucky exclaims. He is in a good mood. The last deal with Rumlow was a success and now he wants to watch a classic movie with Clint and Natasha who look at each other, not daring to say a word.

“What? Does she disturb you?” Natasha eyes you warily. She can see the sadness behind the fake smile while you kneel next to Bucky, not daring to move a muscle as you try to hide your pain. “She can go.”

“Steve wasn’t joking,” Clint finally chokes out. “I thought that you had a fight or something and that he told us you forced your wife to kneel on the floor during dinner was a bad joke.”

“I want to go, now,” Natasha will not stay any longer in the room watching you suffer. “Let the poor girl sleep, James. She looks like she’s about to pass out any minute.”

“Did you ever treat the girl with kindness, Bucky?” Clint can’t believe the man who used to be his paragon treats his wife like that. “I have to agree with Steve, this is just not right. Arranged marriage or not, Y/N is a human being.”

“Asshole,” Natasha adds walking toward the door, not waiting for her mate. “I’ll find a way to help the poor girl. I’ll call her parents.”

“What the fuck do you mean with that’s her purpose?” Steve balls his hands into fists, glaring at your father. “He’s treating your daughter like a dog and you have the guts to tell me that’s what you want?”

“She got raised to become an obedient omega, Mr. Rogers,” your father explains, not intimidated by Steve’s demeanor. “James wanted an obedient omega, he got one. Everyone is happy.”

“Everyone but your daughter,” Natasha grits out while Peggy tries to talk to your mother. “Mrs. Y/L/N, please. We need to find a way to get Y/N out of the cycle of obedience. She looks sick, thin, and sad.”

“She will not answer you, omega scum,” your father dares to say and Steve’s hand twitches. “Now out of my house and stop acting as if it’s a crime to treat an omega as she deserves.”

Steve must hold Natasha back, grabbing her wrist carefully as she was about to slap your father’s face.

“Don’t, Nat. You know he has enough power to let all of us disappear. I just thought the great Y/F/N is a better man, someone to look up,” Steve shakes his head. “You’re all the same…”

“Any ideas?” Peggy sighs looking at Clint who tries to find anything in the papers your father signed to seal your fate. “Clint?”

“Nothing, Peg’s,” Clint sighs deeply. “The contract, the papers, and marriage are ironclad. There is nothing I could do.”

“This can’t be true, alpha,” Natasha looks over her mates’ shoulder, sighing as he points at the papers. “There is nothing we can do to help her?”

“We could just kidnap, Y/N,” silence fills the room as Steve quirks a brow at Sam who was silent the whole time. “Sam, anything from you?”

“I still got the keycard to his house,” Sam steps closer to the table now, looking at the papers. “We go in, get the girl, and are out without Bucky noticing us. Of course, someone needs to lure him and his men out,” Sam ends his plan and Steve nods, liking the idea.

“Alright, it’s settled then,” Steve clears his throat, pointing toward Rumlow who watched the scene, an amused smirk on his lips. “Will you help us or just grin like the cat that got the cream?”

“I hate to admit I like your plan, Wilson,” Brock smirks, eying Natasha’s ass shamelessly. “I like omegas, like when they are soft and obedient just like I love a feisty wildcat scratching my ass,” now he gets up to crack his neck. “But I do not like someone treating an omega like a dog. Let us fuck Barnes over.”

“We got a problem,” Rumlow whispers watching the guards open the gate to let Peggy in. “According to my information, Barnes is out of the house for at least three days. No reason for me to lure him out. What’s with the plan now?”

“They let Peggy in, Brock. Don’t pee your pants yet,” Sam muses pointing toward Peggy walking into Bucky’s house. “She’ll fake an emergency, the guards will check on her, while Steve, Clint, and Natasha will use the back entrance to get Y/N out.”

“Shit did Barnes make her kneel next to the table and dropped food on her,” Brock blinks as Sam reluctantly nods. “Such an asshole calling me a jerk. Who fucked with Barnes's brain, dude?”

“Can you not talk the whole time,” Steve groans via intercom. “I can hear you the whole time. Check on the guards and Peggy. Tell us when it’s time to,” Sam yells ‘now’ and Steve picks the lock to sneak into Bucky’s house.

“Y/N, hello,” Natasha can smell your distress before she can see your weak form. Lie on the makeshift nest on the ground you shake in pain. “Fuck, Steve she’s in heat. God, we need to get Barnes.”

“No,” it is a silent whimper leaving your lips when you shake your head until you feel dizzy. “He’ll not help me, refuses to knot me,” close to drifting into unconsciousness you give Natasha a weak smile. “Let me die, please. I don’t want to live like that, but I do not know anything else.”

Tears spill out of your eyes when you lose consciousness right when Clint sneaks into the bedroom. “We got to go, guys. Grab the girl and run!”

“Y/N said she rather dies than living like that, guys,” Natasha sniffles. “How fucked up is James Barnes to refuse to help his mate during her heat? That asshole didn’t even knot her as any alpha would.”

“We got no time to discuss Bucky is the asshole of the century. Let me get her and we bring her to a hospital,” Steve carefully covers your body with a blanket before he cradles you in his arms. “Lead the way Clint, Sam we are on our way, need back-up and the car. Y/N is in heat and it’s life-threatening.”

“I am on it, Brock already storms toward the,” Sam groans, “gate. Too late he’s taking Bucky’s men down, laughing like a mad man.”

“Got it,” Steve walks toward the door, followed by Natasha who tries to hold back the tears when her mate grasps for her hand. “We’ll help you, darling.”

“I sedated her, gave her something to ease the pain,” Bruce explains. “Her fever is still too high for my liking, but I got it under control. Did she eat lately?”

“We don’t know,” Peggy chokes out. “According to Brock’s information, Bucky was away for like three days.”

“I assume she hasn’t eaten for one or two weeks, at least not properly,” Natasha gasps while Steve prefers to ram his fist into the wall. “Her condition is still life-threatening, but I hope we can bring the fever down.”

“Can we see her?” Peggy pleas but Bruce shakes his head, sighing deeply. “We will wait then, right Steve?”

“We will wait and help her find a place to be after she recovered,” Steve declares. “Whatever we have to do to stop James' abuse.”

“Count me in, Rogers,” Brock smirks. “Whatever I can do to piss Barnes off floats my boat.”

“She’s my wife, let me pass!” Bucky yells through the hallway, gritting his teeth. He has Bruce pressed against the wall glaring at the man saving your life. “Where is she?”

“Intense care, Mr. Barnes. We still do not know if she is going to survive her heat. She starved too, this adds to her bad condition, followed by your treatment,” Bruce is, by all means, no coward, so he purses his lips, glaring at the mobster.

“Starving? No, she got food,” Bucky gasps. “Maybe she forgot to eat while I was away over the last three days?”

“I must tell you your wife,” spatting the word ‘wife’ Bruce clenches his fists hard enough to hurt, “starved for more than two weeks, maybe even longer. She must have barely eaten anything. If not for Mr. Rogers and his friends, she would be dead by now.”

Bucky drops his hands, nodding silently as he steps back to make space for Bruce to leave. “I must ask you to not be that loud at the hospital. If you at least could show some decency and leave the poor girl alone after almost letting her die, I would be grateful,” Bruce walks off to talk to Steve and Peggy about your condition.

“Doll,” Bucky whispers sneaking into your hospital room. His eyes widen at the sight of you. Barely breathing, IV at your arm you lie on the hospital bed, not opening your eyes. “Shit, omega.”

Feeling like someone stabbed his heart Bucky steps closer to your bed, carefully reaching out to stroke your hair.

His claiming mark, the one he left after your wedding is a reminder of the way he treated you. It’s messy, too deep and barely healed as he repeatedly bit you to remind you of your place.

“Doll, m’ sorry,” Bucky whines now, sitting on a chair next to your bed. “I hated you for messing my bond with Dolores up, Y/N. I wanted to claim her but that’s no excuse for hurting you.”

“What do you want here?” The door flings open when an enraged Steve Rogers enters your hospital room. “Didn’t you do enough? Do you want to end her right here to get your precious Dolores back?”

“Stevie, I didn’t mean to,” Bucky gasps when his best friend wraps his hand around his throat to slam him into the wall. “Steve…”

“No more Stevie, you monster. Do you know what she told Natasha,” Steve grits out as Bucky struggles against his hold. “Y/N preferred to die, Bucky. That girl over there chooses death over a life with you.”

“She…did?” Coughing Bucky falls to the ground when Steve lets go of him. He’s nervously running his fingers through his hair, pacing as he doesn’t know if he shall attack his friend again or just shove him out of your room.

“H…hello,” voice hoarse you blink your eyes open when your alpha hits the nearby wall. Steve just threw your mate across the room; not caring Peggy screams his name. “S…Steve?”

“We are here, darling. Do not worry,” Natasha whispers as you slowly sit up, looking at your alpha who crawls toward your bed.

Bucky gasps when you flinch away, not daring to meet his gaze. “m’ sorry for leaving the house. I swear I did not want to. I was not conscious when they brought me here. Please,” Steve blinks a few times when you start crying. “I’ll be good, daddy….”

“Why is she calling you daddy, Buck?” Ludicrous your mate shakes his head. “I don’t know, Steve. She never said much to me, to be honest.”

“Y/N,” Natasha tries again but you curl into a ball, whimpering silently. “Please, no more punishment,” your desperate sobs let Bucky get up to rush to your side.

“Doll, I am not your dad, it’s me, Bucky,” purring he tries to gently cup your cheek but you shake in fear. “Shhh, I’ll not hurt you, Y/N. You need to look at me and count to ten to calm.”

Weakly lifting your head you look at Bucky who counts for you. “1,” you take a breath, “2,” another breath and you feel lightheaded, “3 just like that,” Bucky praises while Steve runs out of the room to call for Bruce.

“She’s confused, disoriented and called Bucky ‘daddy’, Bruce. I think she’s…I dunno,” Steve watches Bucky sit on your bed to run one hand carefully over your hair.

“Just like that, doll. Look at me, no one is going to punish you, okay,” nodding you sniffle silently while Steve’s heart clenches in his chest.

“They’ll know you are not satisfied with me,” more tears run down your face when you hide it in the pillow.

“I am the one to blame, not you Y/N,” whispering the words Bucky grasp for another blanket to cover your still shaking body. “I’ll do anything to make you feel better, promised. Please, give me a chance.”

“Bucky, she’s confused, on strong meds to suppress the symptoms of her heat and starved,” Steve grabs his friends’ arm, tries to get him out of your room.

“If you want her to get better and start to act like an alpha, leave her alone for a few days. Let Peggy and Nat take care of her and if Y/N is willing to give you a chance, we will tell you so.”

Two weeks later…

“I think I am ready to talk to him,” whispering the words you look up at Steve and Peggy.

“What will you do now?” Peggy asks helping you into the chair to watch out of the window. “Y/N?”

“I don’t know yet, but I can’t let him do this to me again,” voice trembling you feel Peggy’s hand on your shoulder.

“Whatever you will decide to do, Steve and I will help you figure things out,” you nod, hearing the door open as Bucky silently walks into the room. He looks as if he did not sleep, eat, or shower for weeks.

“She’s ready to talk to you,” Steve says walking toward the door. “If she decides to go, we will take her with us.”

Nodding Bucky steps closer, looking at you before he kneels next to you, not saying a word he whines low in his throat. “I’ll do anything…”

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Rogue Avengers Return: Pt. 1

Y/N is Angry

Word Count: 2390

Backstory: Y/N joined the 'New Avengers' as the superhero Tidal (OC) when she was 14 and a sophomore, she skipped a grade, joining Peter Parker at Midtown. Y/N was previously put under the guardianship of Fury after her parents died when she was 11 and is living with her "Uncle" Tiny (oops sorry she means Tony). Y/N is adopted by Stark and they live happily ever after, until a year later. Steve and his crew have been pardoned. Bucky who now goes by James, has been forgiven by Tony and now resents Steve for bringing him in this mess. He is annoyed about the pardon, Tony is not happy about it, Y/N is furious and Peter is scared of what his girlfriend will do to them. What will happen when they arrive? Read to find out!

Pt. 2

Steve sighed as the jet hit a patch of turbulence. His hair was a mess and stringy from the many times he has pulled at it. He was distraught and you could tell, he was also angry at Stark for abandoning him and the team by not helping them through this. T'Challa helped them but it should've been Stark helping, after all he did owe them. He was brought out of his thoughts by Sam who shook his shoulder.

"Hey man, we're almost there." Steve smiled at him, reassuring him that he was ok. But he wasn't. He missed Bucky a lot and couldn't wait to see him. Standing up and looking around at his teammates, he couldn't believe how separated they have became after some people saw the Siberia video. Nat, Clint, and Scott were in the corner avoiding Steve, Wanda, and Sam. His real friends stuck up up for him after watching the video, especially Wands, saying that Tony attacked first and that it wasn't Steve's fault. While the rest of the team stayed away from him.

Even before, Lang didn't like Steve. He hasn't seen Cassie in a year and resented him for that reason. He was the one that turned the rouges over to the UN, and wasn't the only person that hated Steve Roger's guts. The jet jerked again as it landed on the ground, Steve let go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding and stood up, facing Wanda. "Whatever happens, just know that i'm by your side." She nodded and stepped off of the jet, followed by the rest of the rouges.

As they adjusted their eyes, they saw a girl with H/L H/C hair and piercing E/C eyes. She walked forward a bit as anger flashed across her eyes and she stopped in front of the rouges. Her eyes scanned them until she found who she was looking for, Natasha Romanoff. Y/N walked toward her and the rouges became tense, awaiting the next action the girl would take. Instead of doing anything drastic, Y/N hugged Natasha with all of her might, "I haven't seen you in so long Nat."

"I missed you приливный (Tidal)."

"Me too madre araña (Spider Mother)."

"I see you still speak Spanish."

"And you still speak Russian."

Y/N walked away from Natasha and turned to address the rouges with a now serious look on her face, "Hello rouges. My name is Y/N, but you can call me Mrs. L/N. Many things have changed over this past year and I hope you realize that you're not on top anymore." Wanda opened her mouth to say something but, Y/N glared at her and she closed it. "Anyways, In the compound there is the East and West wing, you guys are not allowed in the West wing. You each have your own room in the East wing though."

"Why aren't we allowed in the West wing?" Scott asked politely.

"The New Avengers reside in that wing." After Y/N spoke those words Steve, Wanda, and Sam looked up with a look of disbelief on their face. "Many of them are not happy about you guys being pardoned, i'm doing you a favor."

"A favor?! We have the right to reside in the West wing!" Wanda exclaimed furiously.

"Maybe someday you will, if you earn my trust." Y/N said in disappointment, "I am in charge of you guys since you're "part" of the Avengers Initiative, and making sure you don't hurt anyone ever again."

"Is that a threat?" Steve said in a dangerous tone.

"It can be."

Y/N wasn't happy that she had to keep an eye on the rouges since one of them almost killed her dad. When she found out what happened in Siberia she was furious and couldn't believe that Rogers would even do that. She felt numb when Vision found Tony lying on the ground dying. As soon as he carried him into the compound, he was rushed away and there was nothing Y/N could do to help except to pray. She didn't eat, drink, or sleep for days on end because of the worry.

Then Peter came over to check on Tiny and everything became better. The way he bounced around with endless energy and never stopped talking, the way he made sure she ate enough and slept through the night, and the way he took care of her when she felt like the world was crashing all around her. Peter was her guardian angel, and she never wanted to let go of him.

Y/N was shook out of her thoughts as her alarm went off signifying that they needed to move on.

"So, schedule. We get in there, you get your new security badges, I show you to your rooms, you leave me be afterwards."

"Security badges? That's a little low tech for Stark, isn't it? I mean c'mon, what about the weirdly invasive ID'ing Friday usually does? Also I'm still confused, why aren't we allowed in the West wing?" Sam added.

Y/N sighed and turned to them just as they reached the front doors. "You being cut off from the West wing was a request from another Avenger who was not comfortable with any of you being around him. As for the security badges; there are new people who need to get familiar with your faces so they know if you're in a place you shouldn't be just by looking at you. I know you are all some what used to Friday's regulated scanning but I don't care. You'll have those badges with you 24/7 by the way." She promptly turned back around and walked through the main automatic doors that lead into the compound. Y/N held up a finger, indicating it would just take one moment, before she punched a code into a panel installed in the wall next to the door. It slid open once more, this time long enough fore everyone to make it through. She gestured for them to follow once more before walking away briskly, not checking to see if they were following.

Wanda leaned over to Steve and under her breath said, "Cut off from the West wing because of a request from another Avenger," she scoffed, "Tony's not even supposed to be an Avenger, isn't he mentally unstable or something?"

Steve was just about to answer her when he ran straight into Y/N who had stopped in the middle of the wide, glass hall.

"Contrary to all your popular beliefs it was Vision who requested that you lot were to be kept out of that part of the building." She announced loud enough for everyone to hear while staring down Wanda who only showed bitter distain on her face, even though everyone knew Vision was a soft spot for her. Then Y/N was lowering her voice just so the witch could hear and crouching to her height to meet her eyes. "And aren't you one to talk about being unstable?" She bit out, venom leaking from her tone.

Then she abruptly straightened up and continued walking, everyone else warily following after her.

They walked down a hall that looked new to Steve, floor to ceiling windows that showed off the meticulously cut lawn behind the compound. There was a flash of red that flew by the wall of glass and immediately all of the Avengers stiffened while Y/N continued walking, unaffected.

"Ms. L/N? Did you- what was that?" Scott asked, hesitantly.

However, before Y/N got the chance to even open her mouth something burst through the door that lead to the outside, the red blur, followed by a... young child with a gun? The highly trained soldiers and assassins tensed as they watched the spider-kid from the airport swing from the ceiling and come to a stop, upside down, in front of Y/N. The younger boy pushed past them to also get to the young girl, a manic grin stretched across his face.

"Hello Y/N." Both of the kids said together.

Said girl eyed them disapprovingly before holding out her hand to the smaller boy. He begrudgingly handed over his colorful gun, made from thick tubes and heavy duty springs from what Steve could see.

"Harley, what did Tiny say about your food guns outside of the workshop?" Y/N asked sternly, though also with a touch of fondness. She pulled back a lever to reveal light green apple in the chamber.

The rouges watched the exchange, feeling awkward for having been pushed aside and ignored so easily by the two kids. "He said, and I quote, 'Harley, I swear to the galaxies above, if you break one more two thousand dollar art piece with that potato gun I will dig up the old Jericho missile and blow it to hell.' This, however, is not a potato gun." He gave Y/N a big, mischievous grin. "Apples." He said smugly, pointing at the fruit.

"He does have a point, Tidal." Said the Spider-boy, still dangling precariously from the ceiling. However everyone there knew that his webs were strong enough to hold him.

"Sometimes I really do wonder why I talk to you." She mumbled.

The Harley kid sighed dramatically and said, "Well you are my sister."

Steve felt uncomfortable listening to the ordinary conversation because since they were all completely disregarding the Avengers it seemed more intimate somehow. Clint looked like he was trying his hardest not to listen into their talk and Sam was giving Wanda several pointed looks like he was trying to tell her something, while Scott was just looking around the compound in awe. To be perfectly honest it was sometimes weird to see that Scott still hero worshipped them and what they did even though he was basically one of them now.

Steve also wondered who the kid's dad was. Maybe they were Ross'... Steve was never even close to being an acquaintance with that man so it made sense to not know about him having a kid.

Y/N's voice cut through Steve's thought. "I doubt he would want me to introduce you all to each other but I'll do it anyways because of the meeting later and we all need to have some sort of chemistry on the battlefield." She began, but was cut off by Sam.

"Battlefield? That kid looks five?!" Sam said, pointing at the youngest.

"I'm thirteen, but sure, thirteen, five? Same difference." The 'kid' replied sassily.

"Well Harley won't actually be on the battlefield but he does operate some of the aerial scouting tech from time to time, just as an extra pair of eyes." Y/N responded coolly, tugging Harley close to her side as the spider gracefully let go of the web one limb at a time until he was upright and on his feet. He then yanked the web from the ceiling and wrapped it around his arm. "Good, you're learning not to leave behind a mess wherever you go." Y/N murmured, pleased.

"Are you sure that's appropriate?" Clint asked, brow raised. "I mean, for someone so young... I can't imagine my kids having to see such a gruesome battle on a regular basis. His father must not care much for his child's mental health." He said this with a slightly sarcastic lilt to his voice which only served to harden Y/N glare.

Surprisingly, Harley answered. "I bet your kids have already seen enough. I mean, with them having a deadly assassin as a dad and all." He basically whispered, a certain edge taking to his voice. "But what would I know about raising a family, Hawkeye. I'm so young. I couldn't possibly understand what it's like to have to make the choice between staying retired or stepping out on your family for no apparent reason."

They were all shocked. Well, not Y/N or Peter, they had been expecting something even more brutal. Steve was about to argue or at least ask why the boy knew so much but thought better of it and allowed Clint to answer for himself. "Hey, kid, you don't know my situation. It was a tough decision but it had to be done. I knew what I was doing and I knew how leaving to help Steve would effect my family. I- I know I have a responsibility to my kids, as their father, but it was the right thing to do." He ended righteously.

"Eh, it happens, dads leave, no need to be a pussy about it, though." Harley replied nonchalantly. Peter chuckled, recognizing the line from the story Harley had told him about how he had met Tony for the first time.

"Language, young man. You should never speak to your superiors like that!" Steve turned to Y/N helplessly but she just stared back at him, "Not trying to tell you how to handle kids but are you really not going to say anything about that?" He asked incredulously, hands flailing.

"No, Rogers, I will not. He is my boyfriend, and he is my brother. So I personally don't give a fuck. I was going to say something worse." She answered simply, turning away from him to continue down the hall. "Oh, and by the way, I will also be on the battlefield with you as one of your superiors. I may be 15, but I am much more powerful then all of you combined, so I suggest that you don't try anything to Harley, Spidey, or Tony." The rogues looked shocked, while Y/N smiled.

"Now, on wards with the schedule, I really do need to get a good night of sleep tonight." The two boys walked closely to her one either side as they disappeared into another corridor.

Clint glanced over at Steve, a completely baffled look on his face as he began walking to catch up with them. The others followed after them, just as confused by what had happened as their Captain was. Sam shook his head and mumbled under his breath, "damn teenagers and their damn angst" but kept up with his friends nonetheless.

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alphaabucky · 6 years

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MY, Omega - Bucky Barnes x Reader (5/?)

It’s been far too long since I've added to this series so I hope yous like this next instalment! :)

PARTS / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Warnings - A/B/O Dynamics, swearing, sexy stuff, idk what else

You skipped down the hallway, humming to yourself your favourite song as you made your way to the mess hall; the smell of French toast, oatmeal and everything else filling your nostrils and almost already putting you in a food coma, your eyes fluttering closed as a smile curled on your face in sheer bliss.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Natasha laughed as you skipped toward the ‘alpha table’ pulling a chair out for you to plop yourself onto, the pheromones you were emitting almost blocked out the smell of the food that was being prepared barely a few feet away across from the table. As you sat down you could feel the glare from the surrounding omegas, most likely questioning your worth, questioning why that you were being cared for by not just one, but seemingly ALL the Alphas, questioning everything and anything; this didn’t bother you much anymore, this all being anything but abnormal to you. You didn’t answer Nat’s question, only shrugging your shoulders as you plucked a grape from the bunch on her plate, placing it between your soft lips before sucking on it - it making a pop sound as it went in your mouth. “I’m always like this” you smiled, going to reach for another grape but Nat quickly slapping your hand away and rolling her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’re lying, and that the reason Miss ‘I’m never always this happy’ is so joyful right now is making his way over here” she chuckled, raising her eyebrows and nodding her head in the direction of the god-like-built alpha that was making his way towards the table. You didn’t have to look to know who she was talking about, you could smell him from a couple miles away, his strong aura and his natural scent was strong enough to disintegrate any other opposing alpha scents in order to gain the high power of the pack.

Last night you had barely slept, you were kept awake thinking of all the possible reasons why James Buchanan Barnes, the alpha every omega lusts for, is lusting for you? Within 24 hours of knowing of one another he had already tried to mark you, in attempt to claim you but failing miserably and biting the wrong gland and his jealousy burning through everything in his path when something isn’t how he wants it; and his odd approach to asking you to be his when he demanded you to not rut with Tony anymore.

You had thought about what you would do, or more like what you should, do.

Like you obviously have a criteria on what you would want for a mate, when it came to physicality though Bucky had most definitely surpassed your ideals and sat himself quite proudly at the godly scale of hotness. But personality is what you’re stumped at, would he care for you? Be soft and warm towards you but cold and stone towards other omegas? Would he be the ‘perfect ideal man’ that every human seems to want? You don’t know. Hence you felt the need to put him through some.. trails? Trial and error. Was this morally wrong?

Probably.

But he’s had his fun, surely this gives you the green light to have your own right?

Bucky took the seat across from you “g’mornin’” he nodded towards Natasha and she replied with a lazy salute; everyone surrounding you could feel the accepting scents of yours and Bucky’s, how it complimented each other and combined into one of the most intoxicating scents in the compound, if the other omegas weren’t already wanting your head for taking away their precious alpha, my god they most definitely do now. You sneakily stole another grape from Nat’s plate, placing it between your lips again as you rested your arms on the table and your chin in your palm, batting your eyelashes at Bucky as you repeated what you did before, popping the grape into your mouth. “Sleep well, Doll? Dreamt of me again?” He smirked, he was uncharacteristically over confident today... he grabbed the unusually large bowl and began indulging in the oatmeal he chose to eat for breakfast. You snickered, rolling your eyes at him. “You wish, I dreamt about my time with Tony.. it was hot. Must do it again sometime.” You giggled to yourself, getting up from your seat, trailing your fingers up his tense bicep as you walked past him, noticing the hint of red illuminating his eyes.

You heard a growl erupt from the alpha table just as you got to the doors of the hallway, pheromones of rage encasing around you and daring you to turn around, you were scared? If he was your mate, would you want to be scared of him?

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the heavy footsteps coming from behind you, nor did you notice the vice-like grip on your wrist before Bucky reached for your waist, turning you around and grabbing the back of your thighs “it’s in your best interest to jump” he growled in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck as his teeth grazed along your skin, causing a shiver to cascade down your spine; you did as he said, his hands now firmly gripped on your hips as he turned and pushed the doors open with his back, leaving the mess hall full of angry, envious omegas, glares burning into the back of your head... and Natasha was left there too. “Come on what takes alpha’s so long to get up.” She huffed, checking her watch and pondering how long Steve would take to fix his hair before he came to the mess hall; looking around her she wasn’t fond of being the new prey under the predatory gaze of the omega’s, all their attention now on her since their ‘main boo’ had left.

“Would you all stop staring at me like starved vultures stalking its prey? You all are making an alpha feel uncomfortable” She shuddered as she watched all the omegas blush in embarrassment and turn away. “Speak of Mr. Perfect Hair.” She waved at Steve smiling “Y/N is playing with Buck” she chuckled as he warily took the seat opposite of her. “Sounds like Y/N” Steve joined in with the laughter, stealing a grape from Nat like you did before.

“Oh my god what is it with you people stealing my grapes?!”

Bucky kicked his bedroom door open, almost breaking it off its hinges and then kicking it shut with even more strength if that was even possible. “Did you say that just to rile me up? Grind my gears?” He growled as he dropped you onto his bed, still comfortably positioned between your legs. “You want me to lie?” You answered, innocently biting your lip and causing another animalistic growl to come from him. He started to attack your neck, sucking on the soft flesh as his fingers fumbled with the fabric of your shirt, slipping his hands underneath the thin fabric and running his fingers along your skin and up and down your torso. “I want you now..” he hummed as he ran his hands over your covered breasts as he nipped at your collarbone, goosebumps on your skin rapidly rising as your body reacted to all of his motions; both of you were perfectly in sync with each other, this wasn’t normal, how long had it been since you first met? A week? 2?

“Clearly” you breathed heavily, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling at it as a signal for him to take it off. Standing up and moving away from you made you almost miss the way his skin was so warm against yours, you pouted your lips as you watched him smirk down at you, knowing very much well that you wanted him, he was enjoying this way too much; Bucky practically ripped off his shirt, keeping the eye contact with you as he reached down his pants, stroking himself as he enjoyed the sight of you laying on his bed with your legs wide open. Throwing his head back and taking a deep breathe in through his nose he smelt the strong pheromones you were emitting, clearly telling him how much you wanted him to make you his as much as he wanted to. Getting on his knees he kissed your feet and slowly made his way up, making sure to leave open mouthed kisses on every bit of skin he came by, subtly nipping at the skin of your inner thighs as he got closer and closer to where he wanted to be and to where you began to need him to be.

“Didn’t know you were such a giver..” you sighed in contempt, reaching to his head and running your fingers through his soft hair, pulling at it softly earning another growl from him. “I’m not..” he chuckled, reaching for the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down. “And to think you let Tony of all people to see all this first...” he mumbled to himself, admiring the skin he uncovered as he pulled the shorts away from you and throwing them away to god knows where.

As he returned to his previous position, admiring your covered heat, you moved your foot to his shoulder and pushed him away slowly. “Doll?” “Why do you want me?” You asked, him now standing up in front of you, your foot still on his shoulder to make sure he stays put. He laughed a little, thinking of this as some sort of weird joke. “Come on Doll, I don’t need to answer that.” His smile fading as he noticed your facial expression didn’t falter. “Just because Tony’s scent is still on me? That’s why you want me? Can’t handle that another alpha made his way into me before you could?” You questioned, moving your foot away from him as you sat up.

He stayed silent, there were so many reasons why he wanted you, not just for the rut but for you to be his, his mate, his everything, but his ‘bad-boy’ facade and stone faced aura is stopping him from being what he knew you wanted him to be. “You may be some so-called sex god that every omega lusts for but being a mate means so much more, for me anyways.” You stood, grabbing your shorts from where he threw them and pulled them back on. “Show me you care, and then I’ll consider being your mate. But so far all I know is that you’re a jealous ass that wants nothing but power and a different omega to play with every night.” You shrug, going on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

“And a little hint.” You turned to him before leaving his room. “Step one is, stop fucking every omega you see. It turns me off when your scent is everywhere like an airborne disease” you chuckle, closing the door behind you as you left him dumbfounded.

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A Compromise

Summary: The Widows, an organization of women that are trained to seduce, marry, then kill some of the most powerful and corrupt men of the century. Get in, get out, don’t be found. Things become more complicated for Y/N, the Nightingale when powerful mobster James Buchanan Barnes discovers the organization and hires them for his benefit.

Characters: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

So I am attempting to write a series!!! What a time. I will be using 1920′s slang to make more authentic. If you some slang you don’t know you can find it here:

http://mollsanddolls.blogspot.com/2007/10/1920s-slang-dictionary.html

Part One

The man sat at his mahogany desk, his face a mask of frustration as he glanced down at the crisp white paper before him.

A Compromise

May 19 1924

Base Territory Bid: Half of Broadway to Block 184.

BARNES,

IN REVERENCE TO YOUR VALUABLE TIME, I’LL JUST JUMP ON THIS ONE. YOU WANT MY BOYS TO LAY OFF YOUR SIDE OF TOWN? GIVE UP HALF OF BROADWAY TO 184. WE CAN SHAKE ON IT AND WASH OLD BLOOD OFF OUR HANDS PAL. START A NEW EMPIRE ON THE RIGHT FOOT.

REGARDS,

MELEGARI

The deal before him was shit and he knew it, hell it was barely a fucking deal at all. His glass of whiskey shook as he slammed his fist down. “Damnit!” he yelled, grabbing the crystal glass and hucking it at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces, glittering like stars as they fell to the ground.

The gleaming black rotary phone on his desk let out a shrill cry, snapping him out of his angry reverie. He growled as he ripped the phone off its cradle.. “What is it, Penny?”

“A spot of bright news boss! We found one,” his receptionist cherrily replied.

His heart sped up as a smug smile crawled across his face. “Then you know what to do, Doll.”

“I’ll ready the boys.”

“Atta’ girl, Pen. Blow em’ a kiss for me. And remind them that I don’t want a pretty hair on her head yanked or damaged; we need her on our side,” he reminded her.

“You got it, boss.” He could hear the smile in Penny’s voice as she hung up.

Good news indeed.

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She had always believed that human beings had an ancient instinct that tells them when they were being tracked or to followed.

Y/N? She knew she was being followed since Maywood Street. She could see her stalker now. He tried to look inconspicuous; his dirty blonde hair tucked away into a navy cap, that he pulled low to cover his eyes, but no, especially her, could be oblivious to that hideous pinstripe suit. She wanted to laugh. Hiding in plain sight my ass.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled the green collar of her peacoat up more. Nat was right; I should have just gone with black instead of green, She thought, irritated at herself. The thing was, she liked to be conspicuous out in a life of secrecy and lies.

She decided she would take a detour at the bakery and see if her stalker was truly after her or if it was all a “mysterious coincidence.” She snuck a peek at him from the corner of her eye as he pretended to look at some of the wares of the vendor next to the bakery. Resisting the urge to rip off her heel and huck it at him, she went inside.

“Ah Y/N, the usual?” Nellie called out to her. Nellie ran this bakery like a well-oiled machine, not to mention, she made some of the best strawberry danishes Y/N had ever tasted.

“You know me too well, Nel,” She beamed as she handed Nellie some cash. “I’ll take it to go today. Don’t forget-”

“The extra strawberry jam will be packed in there for you don’t you worry,” she replied, winking playfully.

“Nellie, you’re a doll,” Y/N praised, grabbing the bag from Nel’shand and making my her way back out into the street. Her eyes scanned the busy market street before her watching as people bustled two and fro like ants.

Ah, and there was Pinstripes, pretending to admire some tie samples outside of Calvin’s. And what do you know? The ones he was looking out stuck out just as much as that god awful suit.

Y/N kept scanning, looking for any exits to take to avoid him. Her key to leave was walking up the street: a large group of chatty girls lost in their shopping haze. As they passed in front of the bakery, Y/N hopped in with them. They hardly even noticed, all of them were too lost screaming about “Johnny’s new haircut” and “How was Marie’s date last night?” It was difficult for Y/N not to have her eyes roll into the back of her head. These girls were lost in a fucking fantasy life; she doubted they had to lift a finger for a thing.

She looked back at Pinstripes, whose head was swiveling around trying to find her. Y/N let out a joyful laugh, which quickly went away when his eyes met hers.

That’s when She took off, pushing the glimmer girls out of the way, ignoring their cries of “my shoes,” or “ouch my hair!” and sprinting down a random alley.

She heard Pinstripes yell something, most likely a profanity. She glanced over her shoulder again only to see him rushing after her.

“Shit, shit, shit,” She hissed under her breath, weaving through different pathways, people, ANYTHING that could make him lose me. There was no way she could go back to the Nest and risk her following her there.

Y/N slowed a bit when she realized she didn’t hear heavy footsteps behind her. Actually, she heard nothing?

She stopped, looking around the alleyway realizing she had lost her way. She didn’t recognize a damn thing. SHIT! It was too quiet here, she had to figure out how to get back to the Nest-

Y/N yelped as she felt two huge arms wrap around her waist. Her instincts kicked in and she slammed her head against the man holding her.

“FUCK!” He growled. His arms released her and she whipped around to face him in a bristling fighting stance.

“What in hell do you think you’re doing? Are you a copper?” Y/N hissed.

“Quite the opposite.” Pinstripes laughed, his hand cradling his nose. He looked up at her and smiled, Y/N had to admit, it was an stunning smile, it complimented his blue eyes.

“Miss Vogue, I have someone who wants to meet you,” he said gruffly. “I’d rather not have to do this the hard way.

“Plenty of men want to meet me Pinstripes. Give me one good reason why I should meet your man?” Y/N smirked.

“Because nobody says no to James Buchanan Barnes.”

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Y/N was forced into a lovely little black Rolls Royce. She was stiff as a board, her body’s fight or flight response on full alert. She eyed Steve, Pinstripes actual name, warily watching him through the rearview mirror. He had been a gentleman, however, he had opened and closed the door for Y/N, even going as far as to offering her champagne, which she quickly passed on. She needed a clear head to work my way through this situation.

How on earth did James Barnes find her? How on earth could she evade him?

The car ride had little chatter, the only noise being quiet jazz playing from the radio. A car with a radio - Barnes clearly liked to show off his money. Y/N swallowed hard at the thought.

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Her heart nearly stopped when the car pulled up to the mansion before her. I am in some deep shit, she thought to herself.

Steve opened the door for her, gesturing toward the front door and guiding Y/N into the mansion and down a series of hallways.

They stopped in front of an ornately-decorated door. Steve knocked once.

A deep voice from within called out. “Come in.”

He was facing the fireplace. His crisp navy suit glowed in the warm light.

Y/N took a deep breath and composed herself, pasting a natural smirk on her face.

“Now, a dame loves a good chase every once and a while Mr. Barnes, but that was a bit of a whirlwind even for me. Care to tell me why I am here?” Y/N asked

Steve gestured to the seat in front of Barne’s desk. Y/N gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. Steve just nodded toward the chair, his face saying, I would sit if I were you. Y/N rolled her eyes and sat down gracefully.

“You know who I am?” the man asked, turning to Y/N with surprise, his deep blue eyes inquisitive.

“I doubt there isn’t a person in New York who doesn’t know who you are,” she answered with a bright grin. Y/N knew she had to keep the charade up if she wanted to get out of here.

“Well, then, since we know each other let’s just skip the pleasantries, Miss Y/L/N. I believe you are familiar with a group called the Widows?” he stated simply as he sat across from her..

Y/N daintily crossed one leg over the other, her face crinkled in innocent confusion. ‘I can’t say I am, Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, don't play coy with me, Doll.” He threw a thick file onto the desk. “Or should I say, Nightingale?”

Y/N shoulders tensed slightly, but she kept her face a mask of innocence. “As I said, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

He opened up the file. “You’ve been called by many names, had many hair styles and colors, yet those pretty eyes; always the same. And what a beautiful color they are in person.” He threw a few black and white photos on the desk. Y/N face staring back at her in each one. “Such pretty wedding dresses in each one. You have exquisite taste. What number husband are you on now?” He smiled like the cat that got the cream.

The soft look on Y/N’s face disappeared. “What are you looking for, Barnes? Is this a threat?”

He got up, grabbing two crystal glasses and a pewter filled with what Y/N could only assume is bourbon. “Drink?” he asked as he filled the two glasses. She glared at him coldly.

He sighed at her silence, placing the amber-filled glass before her. “It doesn’t have to be a threat. To put it simply, I have a job for you, Miss Y/L/N,” he proposed.

“Something tells me this isn’t optional. Then again from what I have heard, nothing is optional with you, Mr. Barnes,” Y/N quipped back, crossing her arms across her chest.

He leaned back in his chair and took a deep swig from his glass.. “I am glad you’ve done your research.”

“Anf what if I still said no? I am not afraid of you, Barnes; you’re not the only one with a few aces up your sleeve,” Y/N growled, starting to get up to leave.

“You may have a few jacks up your sleeve, but you have so much to lose, Nightingale,” Y/N paused at his words. His use of her code name digging into her.

“One misslip of the tongue, and you and your lovely lady widow friends can be caught in the act, which would be nothing short of a shame, considering how much I admire the wonderful work you have done.” Y/N turned back to him, her whole body tense with rage. Barnes’ shit-eating grin only grew wider.

He knew he had her on the ropes.

“What do you want, Barnes?” Y/N hissed through gritted teeth as she plopped herself back down into the overly-expensive brown leather chair with a huff.

He stood up placing both of his hands on the desk, each big rock on his finger reflecting the firelight. “For years, the Widows have been an invaluable organization going after unjust leaders, horrific mobsters, and anyone who does not meet their standards. You send one of your girls in, seduce, marry, then kill, conveniently covering it up with the husband never seeing it coming. You, Nightingale, are the most successful one of them all, with over 25 successful missions in five years. You’ve become a Widow prodigy, and I need you to do it again.”

He was met again with my silence.

He continued on. “His name is Charles ‘Charlie’ Melegari. Perhaps you’ve heard of him?”

A million images flashed before Y/N eyes: lavish parties, a dark smile, slicked back bronze hair. “We have met a few times. He has a decent piece of New York, doesn’t he?” Y/N picked at her nails casually, looking calm even though the idea of going into his territory made her heart stop.

“I suppose you could say that. You see, he’s been giving me and my boys some problems lately, and I would love to have these issues- well let’s just say- removed from my life. I have a business to run, and this man has been trying to fuck up my business and conquer my territory. I don’t have time for petty problems like those,” he drawled.

“And I’m supposed to take care of your little problem?” Y/N scoffed.

“Exactly.”

“You act as if I’ll do this out of charity, what’s in it for me?” She leaned forward placing her head on her hand, batting her long lashes up at him.

He laughed, his blue eyes lighting up with mischief. “Besides protection for your girls? I can give you whatever you want doll: money, protection-”

“How about a piece of your empire?” His smile disappeared at my words. “My ladies and I could use a little bit of this. We live a life of luxury, but murder can get tiresome,” Y/N sighed.

He stroked his chin, deciding. “That can be discussed.”

“Fine.” Y/N said promptly.

She got up again and headed towards the door. She paused, her back to him. “While when you’ve decided, you apparently know where to find me, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky smirked at her sass. “Until our next meeting, Nightingale,” he replied. As an afterthought he added, “Oh, and doll?”

Y/N turned her head towards him, eyebrows raised in question.

“Next time we meet, wear something that will make those pretty little eyes of yours pop,” he winked.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the comment and strutted out into the hallway, making sure to slam the door behind her.

A compromise then: Wear something pretty for him, then get what she wants.

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Surprise

A little something I wrote for @frostyemma who requested some Stucky smut or fluff for my 100 Followers Celebration.

author: SaffreeLove

word count: 1788

warnings: swearing. there is always swearing.

pairing: Steve x Bucky

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m heading out. Need me to grab anything on my way home?”

“Nah. I’m fine.”

Steve sighed quietly, looking back at Bucky sitting on the couch staring down at his lap. This past week it’d gotten to where he could barely even look Steve in the eyes. Steve didn’t know what had caused the change, but he knew that he would have to confront Bucky about it that evening when he got back. Bucky had been doing so much better, Steve really thought that he was making progress with his therapy and seemed happy. In fact, Steve hoped it was enough that he could finally confess his feelings to Bucky.

With a last look back, Steve closed the door and headed out for the Tower. He didn’t know what Tony thought was so important that Steve had to come in on a Saturday, with no missions coming up anytime soon. But Tony had insisted and then started going off in his “Stark-speak” that Steve was sure only Bruce understood, and at that point the only way to shut him up was to agree to come in.

“Natalia, what if this is a huge mistake?”

“It isn’t.”

“But, what if he thinks it’s stupid?”

“He won’t.”

“But, what if…”

“Bucky!” exasperated Nat gently grasped his jaw in her hands making him look at her, “Moy sladkiy mal'chik, he will love it. Take a deep breath and try to calm down.”

Nat, Clint, and Sam had all come over to help Bucky set up this little surprise party for Steve. Nat had even got Tony to distract Steve for the afternoon. Bucky couldn’t quite believe that Tony was helping him out, but figured his help was probably more a favor to Nat or Steve than to the former assassin who had unwillingly murdered his parents. Sigh. Due to the pain Buck felt in his chest, he knew he needed to bring that up again in his next therapy session.

“An update? That’s it? For fuck’s sake Tony, this couldn’t have waited until Monday?” Steve had a tight hold on his hips to hold in the anger he felt for having to spend the day without Bucky for a stupid phone update.

“Woah there, Cap! When did your language fall so far into the gutter? Is it from hanging out with your Winter Boo Bear so much?”

“Tony, please don’t start in on Buck again,” Steve asked with a tired sigh.

“I’m not, I’m not! I swear,” Tony held up three fingers, as if he had ever been a boy scout. Quietly, he continued, “He’s actually starting to grow on me.”

Steve looked up at Tony incredulously.

“What? He is. I’m not completely unable to change my feelings about people. Therapy is actually incredibly useful when you go to more than one session. And then continue going on a regular schedule.” Tony turned back to the computer where he had plugged Steve’s phone in for the not entirely unnecessary update.

“He’s a good guy, Cap. I’m…” Tony took a breath and let it out, “I’m sorry about Siberia. I was so blindsided by Zemo’s bombshell that I lost track of you, my friend. Ya know, Buck was just as much a victim in this whole clusterfuck, and I just kept treating him as the villain. So, you tell your boy that if his arm needs any tweaking or anything, to come on in and I’ll fix him up and hook him up with any of my latest tech that he might want.”

Steve just stood there with his mouth hanging open. He’d never heard Tony open up so much, and with so little snark.

“You tell anybody I got so mushy and I’ll tell them what a dirty, rotten liar Captain America is. You too, F.R.I.D.A.Y., this better get deleted from your archives, immediately.”

”Yes, Boss.”

“Tony, thank you,” Steve said just before catching him in a full-on hug. Pulling back, he said, “Uh, I think I need to get home, I really need to talk to Bucky. How much longer will this take?”

“What are you doing?? Don’t put that there?” Bucky started shouting at Clint.

“Sorry, man. Uh, where should I put it?” Clint looked around, not seeing a whole lot of alternative options.

“Here,” Bucky said, and with all seriousness, moved the telescope over an inch.

With a sigh that was begging for patience, Clint called out, “Nat, come get your boy before I throw him off the roof.” Bucky’s attention had already moved on, minutely rearranging things in the hope that if everything was in the exact right place, this whole setup would work.

Calling up through the open stairwell, Nat said, “Bucky, go help Sam bring the rest of the bags up from my car.”

“Natasha, I do not need help! I’m perfectly...” Sam trailed off under the heat of her glare. “Uh, hey Buck, come on,” he said with a resigned sigh, “It’s too much to get in one trip, anyway.”

“Mayday, mayday. I’ve lost the Capsicicle! He’s headed your way.”

“Tony, what the hell? You were supposed to keep him with you until six!”

“Yes, I know Romanoff! However, if Captain America gets it into his mind that he needs to get home, guess what? He’s going to do it. I don’t really fancy putting on my suit and getting into a fight with him right now!”

“Okay, Tony, okay. Can you at least keep up with him? Track his progress?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, do that and send the info to my phone.” sighing, Nat put her phone in her back pocket and prepared herself to tell Bucky about Steve prematurely leaving the Tower.

“Hey, Bucky?” Nat called warily from the kitchen, “Steve’s headed back a little earlier than we anticipated.”

“What?? But, it’s not dark yet!” Dammit Steven! You couldn’t be patient, just this once? Starting to get a bit panicky, he asked, “Uh, okay, what should we do Talia?”

“Since you’re the only one here who physically has a chance, you get to stall him in here while we finish up on the roof,” she explained as Bucky followed her to the door that led to the roof terrace.

“Talia, what if…” Bucky started again in a small voice.

“James, he will love it as he loves you. This has not ruined your plan to tell him how you feel. I promise this will all work out.”

Looking down with a small smile, Bucky said, “Thank you, Natalia.”

For some reason that he couldn't quite name, Steve just could not wait any longer to get home to Bucky. He had grabbed his phone out of Tony’s hand and darted out the door. It was as if a switch had been thrown and he had to tell Bucky how he felt. Steve had already waited over 70 years, you would think he could wait another hour as Tony tried to get him to do. But no, he felt as if he couldn’t wait even another minute. His love for Bucky was about to explode out of his chest, and sink or swim, he had to tell him. He didn’t even know what he would say first, but he knew he had to say something.

Steve was so stuck in his thoughts that he nearly started running home, when he remembered that he’d ridden his bike to the tower. In less than a minute he was roaring through the streets of Manhattan on his quest to get home to Buck.

Bucky was waiting just inside their condo while Nat, Clint, and Sam were up on the roof terrace waiting with Steve’s surprise. Bucky heard the Harley coming from down the street, listened to Steve pull in fast, heard the engine turn off, then the pounding of his boots as Steve ran up the stairs to their shared apartment. The closer the sounds got, the more nervous Bucky became.

The front door practically slammed open, “Bucky? Buck, where are you?”

Bucky was attempting to nonchalantly be in the kitchen, as if he didn’t feel like his whole life was hanging in the balance. He cleared his throat, “In the kitchen, Steve.”

Steve was instantly in the doorway. “Hey, how was the Tower? What did Ton…” Bucky was cut off due to Steve’s lips pressing against his own. For a few seconds, Bucky didn’t even respond to the kiss because he was so in shock. Then, just as he thought to move his own lips and return the kiss, Steve pulled back slightly and rested his forehead on Buck’s. Pulling back a bit more, Steve anxiously looked into his eyes as words started rushing out of his mouth.

“Bucky. I love you. And not like a friend. Although I do love you that way, too. I love you like a lover, a boyfriend, a partner. I’m in love with you. And I’m so sorry if this ruins everything because you don’t feel the same for me, but I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. I’ve waited so long to tell you. I’ve wasted so much time not being truthful with you about my deepest feelings. I just…” Now it was Steve’s turn to be cut off with a kiss.

Bucky was all over Steve, trying to speak and kiss at the same time. Kiss. “I love you so much, Stevie.” Kiss. “In love with you.” Kiss. “You are my whole world.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.”

With this, the rest of their apartment and even the world seemed to melt away. Steve pulled Buck impossibly closer and then slammed him to the wall beside the fridge. His hands moved down Bucky’s back to his butt. Steve squeezed his hands around Bucky’s firm ass, pulling deep groans from both of them.

“Fuck, Steven.”

“Oh, I plan to, James.”

Steve leaned forward to continue kissing Bucky when they heard a knock, and not from the front door. It came from the skylight above their heads. Glancing up, they saw Nat, Sam, and Clint all grinning like damn fools down at the pair of super soldiers nearly dry humping in the kitchen.

“Guess it went well after all, huh Bucky,” Nat called down, “still want the surprise?”

“Surprise?” Steve’s head popped up with a look of joy on his face.

“Yeah, uh, they all helped me set up a picnic and a few telescopes up on the rooftop, so we can watch the lunar eclipse you were so excited about.”

With a near giddy laugh Steve said, “Oh, I do love you, James Buchanan Barnes,” and he pulled Bucky up stairs holding his hand.

Moy sladkiy mal'chik - My sweet boy

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