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loudblonde · 4 years

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Mafias’ bitch [Bucky x Male!Reader] ((part one))

Warning: suggested abuse, angst, suggested murder, needles, and eyeballs.

(Y/N) couldn’t see a thing, everything was just pitch black. He tried to move but felt ropes tighten around his arms. He stopped moving and felt the rope settle around his arms. “You bastard!” (Y/N) yelled, thinking it was his ex who had trapped him there.

“I will not be a slave to your every whim, even if you keep me locked up here!” He yelled out and moved forward, it had been a bad decision. The ropes tightened further around his arms and pulled him back. “I’m not scared of your family or your money!” (Y/N) felt his chair tip back by the sheer pull from the rope.

He landed harshly and hit his skull against the concrete floor. A grunt came from him as he tried to move, though lights were turned on, it blinded him. The pain from hitting his floor combined with being blinded by light erased all hope of survival.

(Y/N) felt someone help him up, their hands almost gentle with him, one warm and the other oddly cold. However, in his delirious and frightened state, he managed to break free and tip the chair away from whoever had helped him up, (Y/N) kicked the chair towards them as he tried to get away, the rope further tightened around his arms. It felt as though the rope would break his arms at any moment, it tore down into his flesh but (Y/N) was too high on adrenaline to even feel it.

Steve watched from the stairs as this unfolded, to say he was surprised was an understatement. Bucky looked helplessly up at Steve, almost begging to be helped. He reminded Steve of a puppy. Steve went down to the boy and cut the restraints, he immediately got punched in the face as a result.

(Y/N) slowly regained his vision, not that it was worth anything, his entire world was blurry. “Get the fuck away from me.” (Y/N) growled as he backed into the wall, he felt his arms sting and looked down onto them, red lines cut across his flesh, he knew fully they were wounds.

Steve looked to Bucky confused. “I thought your client said this would be an easy target?” Steve questioned, it got (Y/N)’s attention.

“What client?” He demanded.

They both looked towards the squinting man. “The Hamilton family’s youngest-“ Bucky was caught off by a groan. (Y/N) felt himself get weaker. He had to get away from there. If he could just focus… The man had spoken, but nothing seemed to register.

“Kid?” Steve moved forward, (Y/N) took this as a chance to kick towards the other, however, Steve caught his foot with ease.

“You are clearly hurt, please allow me to help you,” Steve said as (Y/N) struggled against his hold, tiring himself out even more.

“Bullshit!“ (Y/N) felt the exhaustion set in, “No one helps someone…” He blinked, trying to keep himself awake, fear for what would happen if he fell unconscious plagued his mind.

He felt two strong arms lift him up bridal style, the young man was too tired to even fight back, yet he tried. His hand grabbed the jacket of the other, “If you kill me, at least tell the bastard I fought until I died.” Steve looked towards Bucky confused, what the fuck had Bucky brought in?

“Sorry Steve, I didn’t know he would put up such a fight,” Bucky looked around the room as Steve walked upstairs. “Can we keep him? The client wants a young man, this one is a fighter. I can easily find another.” Bucky followed up.

A small sigh came from Steve as he carried the young man into the medical room. Doctor Banner was already there. “If he wants to stay… maybe. I will not promise anything.” Steve looked back at Bucky with a warning glance.

“Both of you, out of my room. I will tell you when he is ready to talk.” Bruce pushed Steve out and shut the door, had it been anyone else Steve would have been angry, but he knew not to anger the doctor. The other side of the doctor was… less desirable.

Two days had gone by, Bucky knew the police wasn’t searching. All the targets he got was those who wouldn’t be missed. Bucky didn’t know if it was a result of his training or past. He had lost all memories that weren’t from after meeting Steve. Small glimpses of his childhood were there but other than that… nothing.

The doors to the infirmary opened op. Bruce walked out looking tired. He took of his glasses and started cleaning them, a habit he had gotten when stressed.

“He is ready, just be careful. He can’t see much.” Bruce said as he walked away. Bucky was on his feet in a second, he walked into the room only to see (Y/N) on the bed. Somehow managing to look strong.

“Why did you take me? Soldier, what does Rumlow want from me?” The question took Bucky by surprise. He stopped walking as he starred at (Y/N) confused. “How do I know it's you? The way you walk. Long legs and the boots, always the same brand of boots. Heavier towards the back, you have a slight limp too, from the time you were shot in the hip.”

(Y/N) sat up and looked towards Bucky’s direction. “I can’t see a damn thing, so I remember the way people walk. Yours haven’t changed in four years.”

Bucky walked over, now conscious about his walk. “I don’t remember you…” He looked at the others face, desperate to have some recall of his past.

(Y/N) looked at Bucky. The blurry mess of a man he once knew. No, this was someone different. “You don’t remember?” He asked, unsure as to the extent.

Bucky shook his head, but when he saw (Y/N) didn’t see it he quickly answered. “No, I don’t. I was injured. When I woke up there was nothing.” Bucky said as he averted his eyes.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed Bucky’s metal arm, “Can you feel that?”

“No,” Bucky said as he looked down at (Y/N).

A small smile came onto the others face as he softly pressed the space between the thumb and other fingers. It was as though Bucky’s arm woke up. He could feel the way (Y/N)’s soft hands touched his wrist and palm. How the air moved around it.

“Come on soldier, you wouldn’t wanna keep me waiting!” A burst of cheerful laughter could be heard across the farm. Bucky ran outside, equally smiling, and happy. Being tasked to keep his boss’s boy toy safe was the best job ever.

Bucky ran over to the other and picked him up. He spun (Y/N) around before putting him down. (Y/N) looked up at his face, “I love you.”

Bucky shook his head at the memory. He was distraught. That memory couldn’t be real. What was happening?!

Bucky pulled his arm away just as Steve walked in. (Y/N) heard the steps but didn’t care. “Soldier, Bucky,” Steve looked worryingly between them, something told him to not step in, “listen to my voice and calm down.”

Bucky shook his head. “N-no!” He yelled out loud. (Y/N) walked over and placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulders, he sang a soft song.

Bucky smiled as he heard (Y/N) sing in the kitchen, “What are you making doll?” He asked as he entered the kitchen.

“A surprise for later, either close your eyes or sit out in the hallway.” (Y/N) pointed a spoon at Bucky. He simply held his hands up as he walked back into the hallway.

“You know me, even if you don’t remember it and if you do… then I forgive you.” (Y/N) said as the song ended. Bucky felt tears come to his eyes. Without even realising he was doing it, he hugged (Y/N).

(Y/N) hugged back. His hands grabbing onto Bucky’s shirt. He rested his head on the taller man’s shoulders. Steve felt as though he had invaded their privacy, he was happy that Bucky had found someone from his past, but this reaction. Steve wasn’t sure if Bucky’s past was worth digging up, he worried for his friend.

They pulled away from each other, (Y/N) reached up and cupped Bucky’s cheeks. “Steve, what are you… right.” Bucky looked from (Y/N) to Steve. (Y/N) walked over to the bed and sat down, Bucky had to stop himself from following.

“I came to check up on Mister (Y/L/N), though apparently you two know each other,” Steve said as he fully walked back in. “Why didn’t you recognise Bucky before?”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Maybe because I thought fucking Rumlow had taken me or one of his men. Maybe because I was so fucking scared that I was fully ready to die escaping. Just so that bastard couldn’t control me any longer.” (Y/N), not aware of the fact Steve was the boss, spoke his mind, fully letting his anger see the light of day.

He wasn’t scared of Steve, not even of Rumlow, okay, maybe he was scared of Rumlow... He was definitely scared of Rumlow.

Bucky whistled. “Doll, Steve runs this whole family,” Bucky said, not recognising the fact he used the nickname.

(Y/N) didn’t waste a single second in shrugging. “I’m 89% sure he was the one to carry me up. The fact I’m not dead even though I most likely decked him…” (Y/N) looked towards Steve for confirmation.

Steve was caught off guard by (Y/N). “I… He is right. What were your ties with the Hamilton family again?”

(Y/N) was still on edge, however, having Bucky near him was calming. “I was the boy toy to Rumlow, he showered me in money as long as I would just suck his cock whenever he wanted it, get fucked whenever he wanted it and be that pretty little thing he took with him everywhere.” (Y/N) shrugged.

‘I just so happened to reveal all their business information to ten outsiders, causing massive losses…’ (Y/N) thought to himself.

“Why can’t you see?” Bucky asked, “The memories… you could see me there.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched in his throat; the night played over in his mind. “I was caught… with someone.” That wasn’t a lie. “Who I had grown to love. Rumlow took us both towards the outskirts of the city before he killed the person. Or so I thought… He injected something into my eye…”

“I’m sorry about that.” Steve shook his head.

“It’s fine, I went underground after that, Rumlow has a lot of… enemies. I provided slightly useful information and they kept me safe… Managed to get a job in hells kitchen. At a law firm there. Then… Bucky picked me up. How many days have I been here?” Suddenly (Y/N) got worried, he knew fully what Matt could do.

(Y/N) moved towards the edge of the bed again, he stumbled out of it. “I need to call him if he thinks I’m dead.” (Y/N) pleaded. Bucky pulled out his phone.

“Who is he?” Steve asked, worried for the safety of his people.

“Matt Murdock. The blind lawyer from hells kitchen.” (Y/N) shook his head. “He gave me the job. He helped me get used to living without being able to see much. He’s like a brother to me.” (Y/N) felt Bucky’s hand on his shoulder.

“Doll-“ Steve raised his eyebrow at that, “What is the number?”

(Y/N) told Bucky what to write before they called. Both Steve and Bucky left the room. It rang twice before anyone picked up.

“Matt?” (Y/N) asked, his voice cracked slightly.

“(Y/N)?!” It was from Karen. (Y/N) smiled as he heard her voice. He heard the worry in her voice.

“I’m alive. Where is Matt?”

The phone was taken from Karen, Matt was there. “Are you okay?” Matt asked concern laced within his voice, he had made no attempt at hiding it.

“I’m fine… mostly. I’m with someone I trust… just got injured.” Matt knew (Y/N) well enough to know the situation was bad.

“Is it your ex?” Matt asked, more than ready to beat up Rumlow.

“No, no. I promise it’s really nothing. Just a ghost. I will be back home soon… hopefully.” (Y/N) smiled at that.

“Three days and I will look for you,” Matt said. (Y/N) smiled at that, it truly felt as though he had a caring older brother. Other times Matt would annoy him… yeah, they really did have a sibling-like bond. Both fucked up, for sure. But they had each other.

“I have to go, be safe Matt.” (Y/N) hung up and walked over to the doorway. “Thank you, Bucky.” (Y/N) held the phone out in front of himself, the dimly lit hallway made it pretty much impossible for him to see.

Bucky gently took the phone, spooking (Y/N) in the progress. “Sorry doll,” Bucky said again, still not realising he had used that very same nickname.

(Y/N) bit his lip but didn’t say anything about it. “I’m not a security threat, am I free to leave?” (Y/N) asked.

Steve looked at Bucky for conformation. Bucky, on the other hand, wanted to know more about (Y/N), know more about this mysterious man from his past, he felt drawn towards him. That had been the reason he even took him in the first place.

As Bucky didn’t answer or make any confirmation, Steve decided on the best option at hand. “Yes, you can leave. But I will place Bucky as a guard around you until we know for sure that you won’t tell anyone or be in danger.” Steve said, Bucky and (Y/N) gave him the same panicked look, both not even noticing the other did the same.

“And that’s final. Bucky pack up for a weeks’ worth of travel. Fill me in every three days.” Steve left the two of them. He shook his head as he walked away. He knew (Y/N) somehow loved his childhood friend and by the look of it, Bucky had loved (Y/N) too. The stories lined up.

Bucky had been found in the other edges of his territory, shot in the head. Bruce miraculously managed to save him. Though Bucky had lost all memory from anything before. Steve had gotten his childhood friend back, but at what cost?

(Y/N) was now fully panicked. "I only have one bed!" And a small one-bedroom apartment.

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