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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-seven

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: You're welcome. 😏

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“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I seethed, the cold liquid spilling all over my shirt.

A spew of a few more curses fell from my mouth as I set down the now empty cup and rushed into the bathroom in hopes of drying my shirt.

It had been a very long evening of running errands for Bucky that I only had a couple of minutes to scarf down some food and water before he needed me to print and put together six packets of what he planned on discussing tomorrow. But of course, I had managed to spill my soda all over my white shirt and with the way it looked in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, it was ruined.

“Can tonight get any worse?” I groaned while shedding myself of the shirt and tossing it in the garbage.

Thankfully, I had a tank top underneath and Bucky wasn’t in the building, him and Steve leaving a few hours ago after their meeting, so I didn’t have to worry about walking around in just the tank top.

With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, I sighed when I realized it was almost nine in the evening and I gnawed on my lip while weighing the decision in my mind.

I could push through another two hours of work or I could go home now and come in a couple hours early tomorrow to finish.

The decision was made for me when the door to the building opened, Bucky waltzing in with his phone glued to his ears. Our eyes locked as I felt frozen under him, he was drinking in the sight on my barely covered chest. Every inch of me tingled with anticipation as he licked his lips.

“Hi,” I breathed.

“I just got back to the office. I’ll call you when I leave.”

Bucky didn’t waste another minute on his call before he pocketed his phone. “You’re still here?”

“Uh, yeah,” I nodded while pointing to my desk. “I still have to print off the itinerary for tomorrow.”

Bucky began to walk towards the conference room, motioning for me to follow him. I obliged, my feet dragging slowly behind him. The thought of being alone with him made me shiver, in a good way. We hadn’t been alone in a few days and as much as I did my best to stand my ground with him, I found myself missing his soft touch.

There was a quick thought of Steve but I pushed it and the guilt away when I noticed the way Bucky had stopped and stared at me yet again.

“What?” I asked.

“What happened to your shirt?”

“Oh,” I looked down. “I spilled soda.”

“Are you cold?” Bucky asked.

Suddenly, my body shivered when I felt a cold breeze brush across me and I nodded.

In an instant, Bucky had shed his hoodie and handed it to me. I wanted to say I didn’t need it but with the look he gave me, I took it with a smile of thanks. His scent engulfed my senses and I wrapped my arms around me, in hopes that it would permanently stain me.

“Better?”

I locked eyes with Bucky again and nodded. “It’s a bit big but it’s fine. Thank you, Bucky.”

His lips curled in a smile. “Anytime, doll.”

With his utterance of the nickname, my heart fluttered with the butterflies in my stomach and I shifted on my feet, hoping he didn’t notice the way it affected me. Bucky did notice the way my eyes lingered over his vibranium arm, marveling at the way the gold streaks caught in the low light of the room and I was filled with wonder as to what happened.

“All you have to do is ask,” Bucky smirked when he caught me staring.

I scratched the back of my neck. “I don’t want to if it’s personal.”

“It’s not,” Bucky reassured. “I never had much feeling in this arm so when I had the chance, I decided to replace it with this vibranium one.”

I hummed in response which earned a questioning glance from him.

“Rumor around the block is that you fell off of a train and that’s how you lost it.”

Bucky snorted a laugh. “That’s a new one.”

Silence fell between us and I bounced on my heels. “So, what would you like me to do?”

He slid a large stack of folders across the table towards me. “All you need to do is lay these out in front of the chairs then once that’s finished, you can head home.”

“Wait,” I looked through the folders. “You already printed the itineraries for tomorrow?”

Bucky nodded. “I figured to take some things off of the list I left you.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I thought I was going to be here all night.”

As I placed a folder in front of each chair, a thought popped in my mind.

“Hey Bucky?”

He was seated in the chair at the head of the table, typing away at his phone, but dropped it when he heard the uncertainty in my voice.

“Is Thor coming?”

Even if I had moved on from what happened, I still worried about seeing him again.

“No, I’ve cut all ties with him,” Bucky informed me.

My eyes widened. “But I thought he brought a lot of business and money in your pocket?”

He shrugged. “You’re worth more than that.”

Yet again his words caused the butterflies in my stomach to flutter to life.

I decided not to let him distract me and did my best to finish my work so I could go home. There was a feeling festering deep within me and if I stayed here longer than I should have, something would happen between the two of us that we both would regret.

“So,” Bucky started.

“So”, I repeated, placing the last folder in front of the last chair.

I was standing next to the chair he had been sitting in and I leaned my hand against the table, looking down at him.

“What’s going on with you and Steve?”

I could tell in the way his jaw muscles tensed that it hurt him to ask that.

“If there is?” I shrugged.

“Steve said there wasn’t.”

My face faltered with his news. Sure, Steve and I were still in the friends phase but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t ever leave it.

Well, there would be one thing that would make me pump the breaks on Steve and I, and he knew it.

“We’re just friends, that’s all,” I stated.

Bucky’s lips pursed. “Friends that hang out every night?”

“You know,” I now sat on the edge of the table. “It sounds like you’re jealous.”

With his vibranium hand, Bucky spread my legs and stood between them, the sudden closeness causing me to suck in a breath. I could feel the warmth of him wrap around me in an invisible embrace.

“Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not jealous. I don’t like the idea of you with someone else.”

I scoffed while crossing my arms over my chest. “Excuse me? If I remember, you were the one who said you had no feelings for me.”

Bucky tried to step closer to me but I held him back with a hand over his hard chest.

“You can’t do that,” I said.

“Do what?”

“This!” I pointed between us. “You can’t tell me that you have no feelings for me then proceed to flirt with me and mess with my head.”

“But you’re fine with Steve doing the same?” Bucky questioned.

My eyes sliced into him. “The difference between you and Steve is that he’s not married.”

Bucky stepped back slightly and I used this newfound space as an opportunity to create much more distance between us by jumping off of the table and walking away.

“Where are you going?”

“Home! I’m done with this conversation,” I called towards Bucky.

Quickly, he was in front of me blocking my path out of the room and I groaned in annoyance.

“Move.”

He didn’t.

“God, you’re so annoying!” I ran my hands down my face.

“Why Steve?”

There was a genuine look of hurt that he wore and the guilt pulled hard at my heart.

I sighed. “Bucky, you’re married. Whatever we want to happen between us shouldn’t. It’s wrong and not fair to Natasha.”

“Out of everyone you could fuck, you chose Steve?” Bucky accused.

My hands shook with anger but I kept it at bay, clasping my hands in front of me.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Bucky.”

I went to walk past him but he was faster, this time blocking the door completely with his large frame.

“Move your ass,” I seethed.

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “I turned you down so to get back at me, you sleep with my best friend. You’re that desperate?”

The sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the small room and a fresh red mark began to form on Bucky’s cheek, his eyes burning a hole into the ground below.

“You have no fucking right to accuse me of anything, Barnes,” I spat.

A loud squeal then erupted from my throat when my body was lifted into the air and placed firmly onto the table, papers and folders scattering about. With a rough knee, Bucky spread my legs and stepped between them, cold vibranium fingers grasping my chin to force my eyes into his. His chest rose and fell with every deep breath and gone was the anger I felt, replaced with sheer desire. All I wanted to do at that moment was to rip his clothes off and feel Bucky’s lips over every single inch of skin.

“You’re so fucking infuriating,” Bucky grumbled.

With my chin still in his embrace, I did my best to raise it higher towards him. “What are you going to do about it?”

His vibranium fingers reached behind my neck and began pulling me closer towards him, his lips falling open, and I threw everything out of my mind; Steve, Natasha, and the heavy amount of regret that would soon destroy me.

#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 #moment of weakness-mob!bucky barnes

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hellcity · 2 years

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@courtneykotattoo from @black13tattoo tattooing her clients shin during Hell City Columbus 2022. 📷: @dellamoredante More Photos from Hell City Columbus 2022 on the Hell City Facebook Page!

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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80. "Lets runaway together" natsharon

Natasha’s life has been made of running. She has always run in her life, either away or towards.

So it doesn’t surprise her that once SHIELD tells her that they’ll stop monitoring her apartment to make sure she’s not going to leave in the dead of night, she starts a morning run routine.

She gets up at four, puts on her shoes, and starts to run. The only thing she’s thinking about is the scene ahead of her and where her feet are being placed on the ground.

Natasha runs for a long time. Her stamina isn’t regular, and so she runs until it’s about five-twenty, when she decides she has to make breakfast for herself before going into work at seven.

Breakfast is scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit, one cup of tea, and water. The occasional sausage or bacon is prepared, but usually only if Clint decided he was too tired and slept over.

Being an agent of SHIELD isn’t nearly as exciting for her as everyone seems to think it is.

Most of the time, she’s not going to any cool country or saving someone’s life. It doesn’t happen nearly as often as many people think. Or it does, but SHIELD isn’t really called in until it’s a “last resort” decision. So she has a lot of downtime.

In using this downtime, Natasha has decided to look at what other agents are doing.

Most of it is boring. She finds out the occasional gossip from some of the them on the breakroom floor.

No one is nearly as afraid of her as they should be, although Natasha thinks that is because she makes oatmeal in the kitchen and Clint also keeps making her laugh.

(They keep thinking she doesn’t have a sense of humor, which is…odd.)

One person in particular is the subject of most of her observations, mainly because she was interesting and up and alert at seven a.m., which not even Coulson could boast.

Agent Thirteen.

She wasn’t known as anything else. Most people just nodded in her direction, or called her Thirteen.

Fury has called her a “pest” but Nat thinks that he means it affectionately, because she doesn’t get in trouble for interrupting his lunchtime with her own lunchtime. She actually dragged him out of his office to eat on a bench with her.

They talk about ordering different printers for some of the agents, she’s been noticing that a few of the buttons are getting sticky and someone accidentally ordered two-thousand copies of some sort of picture rather than the two hundred that they needed.

She talks about how she found a great burrito truck off of some street near his house (Nat writes this down, because Fury never tells anyone any clues about his residency) and about her new towels.

It’s mundane. Fury doesn’t usually do mundane. He once threatened a new agent with coffee-run duty when he barely mentioned a new sponge he got for the kitchen.

With Agent Thirteen, he asks about thread count.

Natasha notices more and more.

She also hears about Thirteen’s missions. Apparently, most of her missions go picture-perfect, or about as picture-perfect as missions can get when it’s SHIELD and you have to be an heiress for some obscure east coast family.

Thirteen has noticeable flaws. She is far from a perfect agent, or at least she is in Nat’s mind.

But the Red Room does stuff like that. Natasha almost scoffs when Thirteen reveals that her favorite color is orange, because no one ever mentions orange as their favorite color, so it makes her stand out.

The little things build up until people know exactly who you are. A lot of people don’t realize that, because they think as long as you don’t know their name, then you are fine.

Natasha cannot count on two hands the number of men she has killed who have never once gotten a credit card, only use computers that run about twenty minutes slower because they’re for public use, and could probably wear tinfoil hats if they really did believe that their brain waves were being read.

People have habits, and habits reveal far too much about your person.

Clint says she’s “interested” in Thirteen.

“Am I?” Natasha asks, curled up on his window seat with coffee. She’s looking out at the rainy night, taking note of all the people who are still out and about.

“Yes,” Clint says. “You haven’t paid as much attention to anyone else.”

“Have you considered that she’s the most secretive? After all, everyone else tells everyone else their last name,” she says.

“What you think is their last name.”

“I’ll find it out eventually, sooner or later.”

“That’s not it,” Clint says, sing-song tone raising around the entire apartment. “Besides, you haven’t even done your weird follow technique on Thirteen yet. Why not?”

“She’s better at detection than you are,” Natasha lies, because Clint is actually one of the best, if not the best.

“Bullshit,” Clint says. “You want to be her friend or girlfriend or something.”

“Girlfriend is an awfully strong word,” Natasha says, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, feelings can be pretty damn strong,” Clint answers. “You want more coffee, or am I okay to wash out the pot?”

“One more cup.”

Sharon knows that Natasha Romanoff has been watching her. She’s compiled a list of reasons, which Maria and Phil have vetted and said that the reasons were (mostly) ridiculous:

1.) Natasha is going to try and overpower her and become the supreme agent of SHIELD, crippling the bosses and forcing a takeover.

2.) She wants skincare tips, despite the fact that her skin is perfect and flawless.

3.) ???

Sharon doesn’t have any more ideas other than that.

Maria tells her that she is the “most stupid person on the planet, short of maybe Bill from Fourth Floor.”

(Bill from Fourth Floor only has a job because of an isolated incident in 1985 that could have resulted in a lawsuit. If he gets fired or let go for any reason, then he takes the best goddamn coffeemaker they’ve ever had, because technically it’s not SHIELD property. They’re not risking the lawsuit.)

((It should also be mentioned that Bill from Fourth Floor adamantly refuses to learn how to use a computer and thinks that Microsoft Word is the “Devil’s way of telling us that something sinister is going on upstairs” which is a very horrifying answer, yet an intriguing one.))

Sharon doesn’t know why she’s stupid, but it’s not like she can ask Fury, who avoids personal conversation as if it is his worst enemy, and it probably is. He’s been known to tell people that they’re getting “too close” when they ask how his day is going.

So she starts subtly watching Natasha back. Two can play at the game, after all.

Natasha is a hard one to watch, especially since she’s trying to watch Sharon.

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” Coulson asks once, while she’s in his office stealing pens. “She won’t bite your head off.”

“Of course she won’t, I’m not a prospective mate!” Sharon says cheerily. “But, I might talk to her. I want to figure out why she’s following me first, though.”

Coulson gives her a look that she thinks is meant to be well-meaning, but mostly tells her that he thinks that she is being ridiculous.

“You can find things out by talking. You can do that, Sharon.”

“Sh,” she says, not at all serious, really. Coulson seems to know when is the time for her name and which is not. “You can tell me you’re right later.”

They watch each other for three weeks. In these three weeks, they actually get the wrong sort of idea about each other. Natasha keeps trying to walk past her apartment building to see when she gets home, and Sharon is very confused as to why Clint leaves his windows open even when it’s October and freezing as shit.

They miss each other, is what happens.

This all culminates into a chance encounter at a coffee shop, and Sharon zeroes in on Nat.

“You keep strange hours, Romanov.”

“Could say the same of you, Thirteen.”

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t home until four in the morning last night,” she says. “You call that regular?”

“Oh, like you were home at two in the morning?” Thirteen asks.

“Wait. Are you…?”

“Well I know that you are,” Thirteen says. “By the way, tell Clint to stop leaving the orange juice out.”

“I will be doing no such thing.”

“Could be beneficial.”

“He cannot be babied. He will learn from his mistake.”

“Nat…he’s twenty-seven.”

“So? You can still learn.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

Natasha laughs at that, and steps up to order her coffee. She also says to add “whatever this girl is having.”

“Name for that?” the barista asks, and Thirteen says “Sharon.”

“That your real name?”

She blanches, and Nat knows she’s caught her.

She cracks up laughing as they get their coffee and take it outside, and she doesn’t stop laughing until Sharon wacks her on the shoulder.

“I was under pressure to answer!”

“Under pressure? From a barista?”

“You wouldn’t get it,” Sharon says, huffing.

Natasha laughs again, and smiles as she swipes both of their coffees from the counter.

“Now, let’s run away together before the baristas discover more about your past, Sharon,” Natasha teases.

Sharon flips her off.

“Oh, fuck you. I’ll have you know I have it on good authority that you hold open doors for old ladies.”

“I’m an assassin, I’m not heartless.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Natasha says. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be following me.”

“You don’t have to like someone to follow them.”

“For a week,” Natasha says, taking a sip. “For a month? Sharon, you have to like something about me.”

“And what, you don’t?” Sharon asks, face amused. “You followed me for longer, Nat.”

“You’re calling me Nat?”

“Natasha is a mouthful.”

“Fine. I guess I like…your coffee creamers. Where do you get them?”

“The grocery store, like a normal person,” she says. “We can go later, if you want.”

“A grocery store date?”

Sharon grins.

“Sure. A date at the grocery store. Let’s run away to aisle ten after they find us kissing on aisle four.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Natasha says, smiling. “Tomorrow night work? Six?”

“Seven?”

“Works for me. Do you want to go to a restaurant for dinner or cook it?”

“Hm…what would we make if we cook?”

“Pizza rolls.”

“Sold!”

#natasha romanoff #sharon carter #i just think they'd both be stupid as fuck around each other actually #clint barton #maria hill #phil coulson #lovelyirony writes #thirteenwidow #black13 #agent 13 #black widow

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ad1thi · 5 years

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i saw this textpost chain on my dash a couple days back (that i lost before i could rb) about how there's a distinct lack of f/f slash that comes out of fiction

im someone who's really guilty of this (mainly cuz im just not a big fan of a lot of female marvel characters and how they're written, but also cuz im not super comfortable writing f/f) but i would like to try and correct it so:

please send me your f/f ships and prompts so i can try and work on them!!

this can include:

canon ships

canon female f/f ships

rule 63 genderbent f/f ships

please avoid sending me trans prompts simply because I don't want to mis-categorise what trans people go through. as someone who's cis i truly and genuinely don't understand what it means to be trans, and to pretend like i do would be wrong. this isn't me saying in any way that trans women aren't actual women; because they ARE- i just personally don't know how to handle a trans narrative and i don't want to pretend like i do for the sake of a story

#blackpepper #black13 #blackhill #carolmaria #valkyriecarol #(im just tagging all the f/f ships i know)#(I don't know any other f/f ships im so uneducated in this area of marvel slash)#(but i wanna learn!!)#adi talks

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natsharonevents · 4 years

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Hey guys!

Hey! This is the blog for any event NatSharon!

I will be also creating some events and I hope you all can participate!!!

I'm so excited to meet you all!

#natsharon #natasha x sharon #sharon x natasha #natasha romanoff #sharon carter #black13 #black widow #agent 13 #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #rarepair #marvel rarepair #mcu rarepair #femslash #spy girlfriends

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sakiye · 5 years

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Winter13 &/or NatSharonFans

Please talk to me!!! I want to talk to others who like these ships!!!

#winter13 #natsharon #i love winter13 and natsharon #Bucky Barnes #sharon carter #natasha romanoff #agent 13 #black widow #black13 #winter soldier #rair pairs #buckysharon #bucky x sharon #natasha x sharon

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westrangestudentheart · 5 years

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Natasha: Do you have to stand so close? You’re making me claustrophobic.

Sharon: What does claustrophobic mean?

Wanda: I think it means she’s afraid of Santa Claus.

Natasha: No it doesn’t!

Sharon: Ho ho ho!

Wanda: Stop it, Sharon! You’re scaring her!

#black13 #agentwitch #scarletwidow #sharonat #wandanat #wandasharon #source: spongebob squarepants #westgirlxotp #incorrectavengersshipasacouple

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thefrstofficial · 2 years

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I can’t believe it’s been two years since I permanently branded myself on that Taco Tuesday…Before any press or radio or charts or anything…it was a huge leap of faith. Thank you so much Frst Family for making it one of the best decisions ever… 🖤🖤🖤🖤🙏🙏🙏🙏 Much love, -Mikei … #thefrst #frst #thefrstmusic #frstmusic #mikeigray #mikei #black13 #tftattoo (at The Frst) https://www.instagram.com/p/CXUHpTvOH_B/?utm_medium=tumblr

#thefrst #frst #thefrstmusic #frstmusic #mikeigray #mikei #black13 #tftattoo

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hisatsch6120 · 6 years

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THRASH界のギターヒーロー @scottianthrax のシグニチャーペダル！代表的な7曲をモデリングげな！ 3曲目を見た瞬間ポチったというオチ(笑) 大音量で鳴らしたいね！ #ScottIan #ANTHRAX #エフェクター #Digitech #Black13 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmf4TM_lXB6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=s18evbid0bhu

#scottian #anthrax #エフェクター #digitech #black13

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totallyshipppergirl · 4 years

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Ships

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apaterno · 5 years

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“Live or Die make your Choice” thanks to @martyrietmcewen for a good time today getting this banger #pma #billy #puppet #tattoo #yesithurt #saw #sawbilly #black13 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bytps8EAAyi/?igshid=1wqsc99jc1ytv

#pma #billy #puppet #tattoo #yesithurt #saw #sawbilly #black13

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-five

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence. Very very slight mention of small forceable touching. It’s towards the end so if it’s a trigger. Please don’t read. You can skip and not miss anything.

Authors Notes: I've italicized a certain spot in this chapter that I found a prompt for on Pinterest and absolutely fell in love with so I wanted to use it in a story of mine. Kind of a long one but the only one for tonight. As I mentioned in the warnings, small amount of forceable touching towards the end. Feel free to skip ahead.

I palmed my eyes, rubbing away the blurry tiredness that clouded them, and continued to read the papers in front of me. This should have been done hours ago but I found myself becoming busy with answering phone calls from the other gangs around New York because they wanted information about the next meeting. My work day ended over an hour ago and with how angry Bucky seemed at me earlier, I wanted to make sure all of my work was finished before leaving.

“You’re still here?”

I looked away from the papers and gave Steve a weak smile. “I thought you left already.”

He nodded. “I did but Bucky needed me to come back. Something came up.”

I looked towards the closed door of Bucky’s office and sighed. It had been a few hours since I had seen him and wasn’t sure what he was doing behind the closed door.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, looking back at Steve.

Steve stuffed his hands deep into his pants pockets. “Don’t worry about it. You should get home and get some sleep.”

I squinted my eyes at him, clearly understanding that he was hiding something from me. I was interrupted by asking what by the front door of the small building opening, a fiery redhead bounding inside.

“Oh, Steve. You’re still here?”

He gave a warm smile to Natasha. “Bucky called me back. We need to take care of something.”

“With Thor? Bucky told me that he low balled you guys again with his payment,” Natasha ignored me, only keeping her attention on Steve.

My stomach dropped with jealousy, hearing that they talked about this with Natasha.

“I thought Bucky specifically counted the money? I was with him and he said it was all there,” I said.

That got Natasha’s attention and she looked at me with a parted lip expression.

“Bucky went with you?”

I nodded. “Last week. He was going to send me with Sam but he was out sick and Steve was busy so Bucky just came with me.”

“He didn’t mention that,” Natasha muttered to herself.

“I’m not exactly sure what happened. Bucky said to meet him here so we can head over to Thor’s club,” Steve shrugged.

At the mention of his name, Bucky appeared almost out of nowhere and was surprised to not only see Natasha there but me there as well, still working.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t know you were coming by. I told you I was going to be late tonight,” Bucky said.

She laid a very deep kiss upon his lips, clearly one that Bucky had no problem returning. I had to look away not only because of the jealousy that filled me but the awkwardness I felt between them. Nothing happened between Bucky and I so there was no reason to feel this way. But I couldn’t help it, especially with how different Bucky had been acting when it was only him and I together.

Steve didn’t miss the hurt look in my eyes.

“I wanted to surprise you. I thought that we could get a few minutes together before you had to leave,” Natasha’s fingers dragged down the front of Bucky’s chest and lingered over his belt.

She clearly didn’t care that Steve and I were there still, watching this unfold.

Bucky shifted uncomfortably under her touch and when our eyes met, I had to look away, hoping he couldn’t tell how hurt I was watching them.

He did.

“Nat, I’m sorry but I don’t have any time for this,” Bucky sighed while taking her hands off of him.

“Well, I guess I’ll go back home then and wait for you.” She ran a hand through her hair, the hurt and embarrassment clear on her face.

Bucky shook his head before he motioned to his office. “I’ve got two minutes. Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

That brightened up Natasha’s face as she eagerly nodded and followed Bucky into his office, the door left wide open. I couldn’t help but watch as they conversed quietly amongst themselves, the smile that played at Bucky’s lips sunk my heart deep into my stomach and it was weighed down when he moved a strand of hair out of Natasha’s face, tucking it behind her ear.

How I longed and wished that was me.

Steve sighed as he sat on the edge of my desk and looked down at me, arms crossed over his chest.

“What?” I asked, not bothering to take my eyes off of Bucky.

“You’re staring at him again,” he observed.

Embarrassed, I looked down at my feet and shrugged. “I’m not. I simply looked over in that direction and he was there.”

“Then why was that look on your face?” Steve snickered.

“What?” I shook my head. “What look?”

Steve bore his own hurt expression. “Everytime you look at him, you get this certain spark in your eyes. Almost as if you’re looking at the night sky.”

“And?”

He let out a broken breath. “You love the night sky.”

My heart dropped again, only this time it was because of how hurt Steve sounded and suddenly I realized why he felt that way.

“Oh, Steve,” I breathed while standing to my feet.

My hand went to cup his cheek but he was quick to stand, Bucky and Natasha walking out of the office. I didn’t have the chance to talk to Steve about what I realized because he had moved away from me, almost as if I had breathed a sickness unto him.

“I’ll see you when I get home, alright?” Bucky placed a kiss on Natasha’s lips.

I averted my gaze to my shoes and danced on my heels.

“Y/N, do you want me to wait for you and we can walk to our cars together?” She suggested.

“Oh, I-.” I stumbled over my words, trying to rack my brain for an excuse as to why I couldn’t leave quite yet.

I knew the only reason why Natasha wanted to walk with me to my car was to make sure that I wasn’t alone with Bucky yet again.

“She’s finishing up some work for me. Not worth it to have you wait around,” Bucky spoke for me.

I gave him a small smile of thanks.

They said another quick goodbye and when she was gone, I crossed my arms over my chest while leaning all of my weight onto my left foot.

“So, Thor low balled you with the cash yet again?” I asked Bucky with a raised brow.

He sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Steve and I will handle it.”

“What’s the real reason why you’re going to New Asgard?”

Bucky and Steve looked at me with slight shock.

“How do you know the name of his club?” Steve asked.

I shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I’ve been there once or twice. It’s a crazy place and there’s only two reasons why people go there; sex and drugs.”

Bucky ran a hand over his beard. “Is that why you went there?”

I didn’t miss the jealousy in his voice.

“Hell no. I went with my friend Wanda a year ago after she lost her boyfriend. She wanted to let loose and she did. It wasn’t my scene.”

“But I do know that you’re not going to get in just the two of you,” I continued. “New Asgard has a strict rule of allowing male members inside when they’re alone.”

Steve spoke next. “I’m sure if we tell them that we were there to talk with Thor, they’ll let us in.”

I snorted. “If you wanted to talk with him, why don’t you meet with him at Asgard Industries?”

The two men shared a look, not saying a word.

“So if you want to get into his club, you’re going to need me,” I said while getting my things together.

“Fuck no,” Bucky shook his head. “I’m not letting you go anywhere near Thor especially after how he was acting around you the last time.”

I shrugged before slipping into my jacket. “Which is exactly why you need me tonight. I can distract him while the two of you do whatever it is you need to do. I’m assuming that is top secret mob boss stuff.”

Their silence gave me their answer.

“So,” I nodded. “I’ll meet you outside the club in one hour.”

“Where are you going?” Steve questioned.

“Home to change. Business attire isn’t exactly New Asgard dress code,” I informed him.

Bucky shook his head in disagreement while grabbing my elbow to stop me. “I don’t like the idea of you throwing yourself onto Thor to help out Steve and I. We’re not going to be there in case something happens.”

The fire from his touch burned all of my insides and I resisted the urge to taste him. So instead, I gently removed myself from his grasp.

“Too bad it’s not up to you. I’ll meet you out front in one hour.”

I ignored their protests, knowing that whatever their true intentions were tonight, that they needed me in order to distract Thor.

My heels clicked loudly against the pavement in tangent with the loud bass blaring from the club as I walked up. There was a long line of people, waiting to get inside, but I knew that in order to get inside, there was no point in waiting in line. There was a slight chill in the air tonight as it wrapped around me, the bottom of my very tight dress doing nothing to warm my legs as it stopped just below my ass. The low cut was very revealing and the red color choice was perfect for tonight.

Not for Thor but for Bucky.

Word around the office was that he loved his women in red.

I found the two men whispering to each other and when I walked up, it seized, both of their eyes drinking in my appearance. Steve simply licked his lips as his eyes looked me up and down.

Bucky, however, wore a look I had never seen before. His breath caught in his throat while his jaw dropped, eyes turning dark.

“Hi boys,” I smiled.

Steve let out a low whistle. “You clean up nice.”

“Thank you, Steve.” I looked towards Bucky, who still hadn’t uttered a word.

“Cat got your tongue?” I teased.

His tongue rolled slowly over his bottom lip and the sheer desire I felt oozing from his stare froze my feet in place. I suddenly felt small in front of him as his eyes grazed up from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, taking his sweet time over the swell of my chest.

His eyes showed what he didn’t say; Bucky wanted to taste every inch of me.

My skin burned with the thought.

“Should we, uh, head inside?” I asked.

Reluctantly, the men nodded and they followed me to the front of the line where one of Thor’s men stood with a clipboard in his hand, like the typical bouncer at a club.

“Ms. Y/N, how are you? It’s been awhile,” he smiled.

“Hello Heimdall!” I cheered while stepping into his open arms. “I’m sure Thor told you that he was expecting us tonight?”

I nodded over my shoulder to Steve and Bucky, who were not too keen on me having this man's arms around me.

Heimdall looked past me and wore a low scowl. “You know how we feel about outsiders on our streets, Y/N.”

I let out a fake sigh. “I know and I’m so sorry. But I needed to see Thor and these two wouldn’t let me go alone. Something about New Asgard being too dangerous for a girl like me.”

“As if you couldn’t handle yourself here. I’ve seen it a few times,” Heimdall reminded me.

I snorted. “And yet you guys still allow me to come back.”

Bucky sneaked up behind me, his hand ghosting over my lower back, and I felt his warm breath against my ear. “We need to get inside now, doll.”

My body shivered and I peered down at his phone when I saw that he was showing me something.

I’m alright, boss. But I can’t promise that I’ll be alive in the next hour. I’m sorry I got caught again. I promise it won’t happen again as long as you get me out of here.

“Fucking Peter Parker,” I grumbled.

So that was the reason why we were here, to save Peter’s ass.

“The faster we get inside, the faster we can leave, and these pathetic excuses of men stop gawking at you,” Bucky seethed.

I saw what he was so upset about; a few men in the line waiting to go inside had averted looking from their dates to take in the sight of me. I smiled smugly towards Bucky.

“Are you jealous?”

His jaw tensed but remained silent, giving me my answer. I turned my attention back to Heimdall.

“Well, it will be ten minutes, top. Promise,” I made an effort to make an X over my chest.

Reluctantly, he nodded before stepping to the side, allowing the three of us to enter the club.

The music radiated off of us and the heat from the packed bodies around us brought a fast sweat to my skin. Bucky and Steve were close to my side as we maneuvered our way through the crowd and over towards the bar.

“So what did Parker get into this time?” I asked Bucky.

He sighed. “He tried selling to Thor without knowing who he was so Thor was upset that Parker was dealing on his streets without getting a cut so now I have to save his ass.”

I ordered a drink from the bartender and smiled a thanks as she handed it to me. My eyes peered over the rim of the glass as I looked at Bucky.

“I’m surprised you’re here to save him. I thought for sure it was a Steve or Sam kind of job,” I admitted.

“He was adamant that he would come with me tonight,” Steve spoke from behind me.

The feeling of his body pressed into my back from how close he was made me bite my lip when the large bulge in his pants pressed into the bareness of my thigh. This was a new feeling with Steve and as much as I loved the feeling of him pressed up against me, I knew that it would falter in a moment.

“What’s the plan?”

Bucky pointed with a vibranium finger towards a door far off in the distance. “That’s Thor’s office and most likely where he’s keeping Parker. You need to distract Thor long enough for Steve and I to save Parker.”

I tossed back the rest of my drink and nodded. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Hey,” Bucky grasped my hand, linking our fingers together. There was a shock that filled the both of us but I pushed the feeling to the side.

“Can you promise that if you get a bad feeling, you leave? Meet in my car down the road?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

With a gentle squeeze, our hands dropped and I frowned at the sudden chill I felt but pushed on, hoping to find Thor in the crowded club.

After a few minutes of searching and avoiding grabbing hands of the random men, I spotted Thor on the second level, sitting in his own secluded section. Our eyes locked and through gritted teeth, I forced a smile and gave him a wave. The look of excitement that crossed his lips did nothing to ease my nerves. He had been so persistent the other day when I first met him that I was a bit afraid of how he would be tonight.

With a quick wave, I ascended up the steps to his section and had no issue passing the guard at the top of the stairs.

“I was hoping you would show,” Thor beamed.

“I did text you, didn’t I?” The fakeness in my voice scared me.

He motioned to the open spot next to him on the couch. “Care for a drink?”

I shook my head. “I’ve already had one, thank you. I’ve got to work in the morning.”

Thor and I leaned back into the couch, his arm resting on the edge behind me. His long blonde hair had been braided back out of his face and his beard had been trimmed nicely. If I wasn't so creeped out with how forward he had been before, I would have found him attractive.

“Barnes has you working late nights and early mornings, eh?” Thor asked.

I shook my head yet again. “It isn't so bad. I did get to meet you, so that’s a perk.”

My hand rested against his arm and I gave it a slight squeeze. Thor leaned in closer, his breath fanning against the crook of my neck, and his own hand began rubbing up and down the bare skin of my thigh.

I froze under his touch when his fingers slipped underneath my dress.

“Why don’t we move this to my office? Much more private there,” his lips brushed against my skin.

I tried to move away from him but his grip on the inside of my thigh tightened.

“You know what, I forgot my phone down at the bar. I should go grab it,” I lied.

Thor ignored me, his fingers sliding farther up underneath my dress and I placed my hands over his to try to stop him.

“Thor, stop. I don’t like this.”

My words fell onto his deaf ears and I thrashed against him, tears welling in eyes, when I felt a finger hook into my panties.

Suddenly, vibranium fingers wrapped around his throat and I let out a small scream, scooting farther away. Bucky had Thor pinned against the couch, his oxygen getting cut off instantly.

“If I see you touching her like that again, I’ll make sure to end your life without a second thought, understood?” Bucky fumed.

Thor couldn’t speak so he nodded and Bucky tossed him to the floor, his loud gasps of air echoing around us.

Bucky was quick at my side scoping me up to my feet, his arms locked safely around me.

“Are you alright, doll?” He asked.

I shook my head, the tears falling, but my throat had closed up, not being able to speak.

Redness covered me with embarrassment as I allowed this to happen, Thor getting that close to me. I wanted to help out Bucky and Steve so I let my guard down.

“Don’t do that,” Bucky cupped my cheeks. “Do not blame yourself, Y/N. This wasn’t your fault.”

It was as if he read my mind, knowing that I was blaming myself.

I nodded in his grasp. “Can you take me home?”

Bucky’s lips ghosted in my hairline and I melted into his embrace, my hands grasping at his back.

“Of course, doll.”

With soft sobs falling from my lips, I let Bucky lead me out of the club and the fresh air still did nothing to calm me.

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