#i just think that bucky should be allowed to do a bit of cocaine

[feyd-meowtha]

Did someone say 90s Gay Club House music themed Clegan AU?

No? No one?

But I swear I heard something? 🤔

(it was me, I said it just then.... stay tuned)

[imhereforbvcky]

Watch Me Run - Part 10

Masterlist  -  Series Masterpage  -  Part 9  -  Part 11

Summary: You inherit a family relic that gives you the gift of foresight but there are others who are interested for more nefarious reasons. You turn to the Avengers for help. (Bucky x reader) Chapter: You glimpse a different side of Bucky on the path to relative safety. He glimpses normalcy up close for the first time in decades and doesn’t run from it.

Warnings: probably swearing, angst of course

Word Count: 1298

A/N: I know this is another short one, sorryyyy. We’re going to settle into some sense of security for good or ill. These two nuggets need to bond a bit and that’s hard to do when you’re dodging bullets. So it’s gonna slow down a little for now. :)

It was the creaking groan of the old stolen truck that woke you when Bucky turned onto the dirt road some ten minutes back. The road was rough and unmaintained. Underbrush had grown over the hard-packed dirt and the branches of the trees had begun to claw their way down, scraping against the steel around you. Your body jostled with the pitch of the truck as Bucky drove you slowly further into the deep.

Together, you’d been driving most of the day, with only short breaks here and there at truck stops for food and to clean up. They were dark places and dated. Quiet rooms where the hum of the fluorescent lights was only ever broken by the occasional clank of old pipes and the shuffle of tired, careless work boots. The sorts of establishments where no one asked questions, everyone was a passerby, and nobody bothered to look twice.

Once, around midday, Bucky had pulled off at a rest stop for two hours and slept. He sat upright, leaning against the window with one fist clenched tight around the car keys, the other hovering over a revolver.

You’d taken change from the ashtray and gone inside to wash up. After, you laid in the grass in front of the truck with sugary snacks from the vending machines, waiting to resume your seemingly endless journey.

Dangerous as this little road trip was, it felt completely benign in the daylight. Stretched out in the sun, with the grass tickling the backs of your knees. Bucky napped in the car and you watched a mini-van spill out a family, laughing and racing toward the bathroom. A fading Montreal Canadiens bumper sticker barely clung to life on the window. It was the third you’d seen since taking your leisure on the grass.

In truth Bucky had woken from his rest just shy of two hours. He’d stirred feeling stiff and anxious, adrift with the feeling that he’d left something unfinished. But the moment he’d looked around him for answers and found you stretching in the fading sun outside the truck, just a little ways before him, he could breathe again.

It was you; you were the unfinished mission, the something he needed to care for. And while he knew this was only a temporary safety, a fool’s paradise, he relished in the calm that seemed to have settled over you here.

For as long as he could remember, Bucky had been running and fighting. He’d stood beside fighters or beneath monsters. In a world of stoics and heroes, it was sometimes easy to forget the simplicity of relief until it was forced upon him.

Every day he fought for things like safety and peace, but they were always an abstract idea; something compartmentalized. Something for others, not meant for him. Not anymore.

But there you lay, oblivious and so unthinkingly vulnerable. He couldn’t help watching for a moment as you plucked thick blades of grass and held them between your thumbs. Your cheeks puffed every time you blew air along the blade until a loud squeak honked through the stillness of the park.

He laughed at the absurdity. This. This was what he was here for. To protect the calm, the beautifully untrained, the blissfully ordinary.

You’d heard his laugh through the truck windows, open only an inch or two to let the breeze pass through the cabin as he slept. Heat crept up your cheeks at your own childishness.

More so at the grin turning his lips.

He looked softer than you’d seen him yet. Warmer. It was comforting in its own way, to finally see him ease into something less menacing. For a moment, you could fool yourself into thinking you were safe, there was nothing to worry about.

Clambering to your feet, you made your way back to the truck. “Red Vine?” you asked, holding out one of the bright red ropes.

Bucky scoffed, another something new; something playful and intriguing. “That sugary garbage? Twizzlers or nothin’ at all.”

“Twizzlers taste like plastic.” You frowned, chomping on the vine you’d offered him while he started the engine.

“For the sake of this mission, I’ll pretend you didn’t say that. It tastes like licorice. Like it should. Like it has since I was a kid in Brooklyn in 1939.”

You laughed, enjoying this fresh, nostalgic version of Bucky you were lucky enough to glimpse. “Red Vines are licorice!” you argued.

“No. No. That’s not licorice you’re tasting, sweetheart; they’re fruit flavored.”

“So? Twizzlers come in fruit flavors,” you defended. You’d fallen so comfortably into the repartee, you hadn’t even registered the nickname.

“No self-respecting adult eats anything but the original.”

“Times change, old man,” you guffawed. “You know they don’t put cocaine in Coca-Cola anymore either, right?”

The argument waged on, and morphed into other topics. Over the long hours, that old rusty truck that smelled like damp soil and old leather began to feel like a comfortable place, a safe place until you curled your feet up to lay across the bench seat and fell asleep.

In the effortless quiet, with the cool night breeze greeting him through the windows, Bucky occasionally found his gaze drifting down to you resting beside him. Your hair whipped in the wind, drifting over his lap and across your face in erratic patterns. More than once, Bucky caught himself reaching to brush a tangled lock from your cheek, or trace a swirl that had fallen over his thigh.

Tired though he was, a tinge of disappointment struck him when you stirred and rose groggily back to your side of the truck. The dirt road jostled the truck and it creaked with every bump, but it wouldn’t be long now before he stopped.

This road wasn’t on any maps.

Anger looked different on Loki than it did for most people. Most men who craved power found it in reckless displays of strength and brutality. They exercised their power through volume and destruction. They raged and fumed when angered; needed the world to see they would not tolerate losing.

Not Loki. He would never allow himself to be perceived as out of control or reckless. He knew true power and anything less was a child’s display. A mimicry and a waste. Loki was thoughtful and cunning. He considered every outcome and every possible variant. Failure hardly seemed an option, and when he did meet a stumbling block, the anger that burned within, hot and ravenous only honed the blade of his drive. He set renewed energy into the task, seeking the sort of power he most respected: knowledge.

Within hours of fleeing the hotel, he’d taken a file clerk. The man had been on his way home from work at the Pentagon when Loki intercepted him and pressed the glowing staff to his chest.

Loki set the clerk to work gathering information on the man from the hotel security footage: James Buchanan Barnes.

Next he needed a stronger force than the local officer he'd taken before. Things were escalating far too quickly. He'd been meant to take the stone from a blind old man, alone in a snowy waste. Instead, he was hunting a ghost and racing the clock against the Avengers. Again.

One slow deep breath quelled the anger slicing through his chest like a shard of ice. Rash decisions would not serve him. Patience, cunning, ruthless certainty. These were Loki’s favorite tools. He pondered this as he blinked up at the soaring glass of the Avengers Tower. A sea of people passed like a hurried tide, blind and dumb to the danger among them.

Loki would find his prize if it meant tearing down every last brick on this underwhelming planet. Even if it meant getting his own hands dirty.

Part 11 >>

[stories-sometimes]

Taking Him Down (1/?)

Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Cop!Steve Rogers works with the mob boss’s daughter to take him down.

Word Count: 1917

Masterlist

He had to make sure none of his colleagues ever found out. It wasn’t allowed, he had been taken off the case. But when has that ever stopped him before. A more corrupt captain replaced him, one who worked with Birling too closely. Everyone else was too far up that man’s ass to try to stop him. So that’s why he was waiting in a secluded corner of a sketchy dive bar on the outskirts of town for Birling’s daughter to show up - the only other person who wasn’t trapped in his pocket of influence.

“Rogers.” She finally greeted him. She always looked weird to him, not in a bad way, it was just that she had such an innocent face, as though she didn’t belong to the world she was born into. However if you noticed her for long enough you could see the darkness in her eyes or the little scars across her knuckles from years of fighting. She intrigued him.

“Took you long enough.” He replied as he sipped on his whiskey.

“Do you want my help or not?”

“You know I do, just sit down.” She did, instantly grabbing his drink and finishing for herself. “You could’ve just asked you know.” She sneered at him.

“I can find someone else to help me, push it too far and I’ll leave and take all my information with me.”

“I’m your best option.” He snapped back.

“Unfortunately.” She sighed as she reached down into her bag to pull out a series of files. “There’s a massive shipment of cocaine passing through here in a week, busting it will be a good place to start. If we frame it to look like the police captain was in charge of it my dad will lose faith in him. He’ll get more insecure, start second guessing everyone around him. After that we can start to cut off more and more of his ties until he’s vulnerable enough for us to really strike, take him down for good.”

“I doubt Birling’s gonna freak out that much if one shady police officer betrays him, he’ll just move onto the next easy to bribe guy on the force.” Steve stated. He’d seen this happen time and time again, for every one good cop in the city there were at least two secretly working for or along with the mob.

“Well then you obviously don’t know the first thing about their relationship.”

“Enlighten me.” He perked an eyebrow up.

“They go right back, they’ve been friends since the moment they were born. The captain only ever joined the force to help the mob, he’s the real number two of the whole organisation. I’ve seen how the two of them interact my entire life, if he trusts anyone, truly trusts them, it’s the Captain. He’s who we need to target.”

“Well other than you.” Steve said, looking closer at the files, exact, intricate details of Birling’s next heist.

“But he has to keep his faith in me. I would him no wrong.” She smiled sarcastically, barely concealing her disdain for the man.

“Of course not, you’re his precious little princess, ain’t that right sweetheart.” She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, he loved to rub that fact in her face. That she had to keep up the act of Birling’s perfect daughter, the innocent face of an evil group.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What princess or sweetheart?” He was really pushing his luck.

“Either. Take a look over these, we’ll meet again tomorrow, bring your people.” Steve nodded. He went back to his flat, continuing to flick through the pages and pages she’d prepared. She was smart, he could be sure of that, the plans were solid and so were the people he was bringing onto this job. 

The next day she walked into Steve’s apartment. Behind her stood a fiery looking redhead who had the same stoic look as others who’d grown up in the mob.

“Natasha Romanoff, she’s part of the shipment, she’s gonna be our girl on the inside.” She introduced the two of them.

“Nice to meet you.” Steve said, stepping forward to shake her hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Natasha smirked back at him, a slight smirk on her painted red lips.

“She’s the one of the best agents I’ve ever seen, if anything goes wrong she’ll be the one to drag whoever your guys are out of the situation.”

“Trust me sweetheart, my guys are perfectly capable.”

“Well are you ever gonna show me them?” She asked. He nodded quickly, leading the two women further into his apartment. They were met with the sight of two men bickering on Steve’s sofa, they soon stopped upon seeing the others, standing to attention.

“This is Bucky and Sam, they’ll pose as the buyers. Both are well trained soldiers and spies.” The two men stepped forward to shake her hand, Sam’s gaze lingering on her for longer than Steve liked. He shook the thoughts out of his head, he had to stay focused on the case, he couldn’t let himself get sidetracked at all. 

“So, let’s go over the plan one last time.” She instructed them as she pulled out all the visual information for the plan. “Natasha’s going to be with Birling’s men, she’ll keep us updated, inform us if anything goes wrong. Sam and Bucky will be posing as the buyers, they’ll wait by the west side of the pier, when you guys meet up Nat will send me and Steve the signal. I’ll tip off the captain saying a rival mob has a deal going on. When the police bust the sale Steve will go to pick up you three. Nat, you then tell Birling about the captain breaking up the big deal, he’ll confront him, breaking ties with the police.“

“What if the captain tells your father you tipped him off?”

“Like my dad would believe I would ever do such a thing to him.” She smiled, purposely making herself appear more innocent. “Memorise these.” She handed them each a file switching back to her more authoritarian look. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have dinner with my dearest father. You coming Nat.” With that they left leaving the other rereading the plan, ensuring that it was ingrained in their brains.

“Wouldn’t mind taking her out to dinner.” Sam said offhandedly earning himself a subtle glare from Steve.

“Keep it professional Wilson.” He replied, feeling oddly protective over her.

“Course I will, but who knows. If she’s interested, who am I to deny her a date. Dinner, a movie, a nice walk through a park, end it with a few rounds between the sheets and those goddamn thighs, sounds like a perfect night.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Steve scowled at him, hating the way it was making him feel. They were working together and that’s all it should be, mixing business and feelings during this gig would be a mistake, it could only end in smoke - that’s what Steve thought at least. But he’d be damned if he let anyone else try to get with her. 

“Just read these, we can’t fuck this up. You gotta think with your head and not with dick.” Sam’s only reply was a smirk.

“Darling, how are you?” Birling said as she sat down at the dinner table.

“Hey dad, I’m doing good.” She said, fading back into the sugary sweet act she held around her father.

“Did you book that hotel for next week?”

“I did. But why do I have to be gone next week? I was thinking of meeting with some friends.” She asked, pretending to be clueless of the reason he was trying to get rid of her for a while, he always wanted to keep her away from the crime, at least it gave her a good alibi.

“Just thought you should have a break from the city.” He responded. She nodded, throughout the night she tried to pry little pieces of information out of him, but in the end it was useless.

Steve on the other hand left for the police station, he knew there was some evidence against Birling hidden away somewhere in the precinct. He rooted around the evidence locker, the captain purposely mislabel pieces of evidence so it would have to be disregarded. If he could get it and correct it he could pin it on the captain, more reasons for Birling to lose trust in him.

“Rogers.” He heard his name and froze in his tracks.

“Captain.” He answered, keep calm he thought, don’t slip up.

“What are you doing here so late?”

“Just finishing of a case, just that mugging you assigned me.” He picked up the bag he had left in here earlier. The captain seemed to buy it.

“Good work.”

The next day she was back in Steve’s apartment (although it was currently only her and Sam in home) hitting the punching bag he had hung up.

“Why aren’t you wearing gloves?” He pointed to her hands, only a flimsy layer of bandages protecting her hands.

“I wanna feel it. Get my anger out properly.”

“Wanna practice with me?” He asked, placing some pads on his hands. “I always get more anger out if I’m punching somebody else.”

“Sure.” She shrugged, turning and switching to punching Sam’s hands. He was right it helped and the little jokes cheered her up a bit.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got. Harder!” Sam said after a while.

“Oh you like it hard.” She teased.

“You know it, I like it hard and rough. If these isn’t a few bruises after what’s the point.” She blushed a little at his answer, pushing any thoughts of that out of her head.

“Good to know.”

“What about you?” The punching had all about stopped by now.

“What about me?”

“How do you like it?” He enjoyed the deeper shade of red her cheeks turned.

“At the moment I definitely need it nice and hard.”

“Good to know.” He echoed her word, moving closer to her, wrapping a hand around her waist. The other went to cup her cheek making her giggle.

“You should probably take the pads off first.” He laughed along with her as he quickly took them off, throwing them to the other side of the room. He raised his now bare hands.

“Better.” She nodded, lightly biting her lip. He leaned down to lock lips with her. Quickly he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her bottom lip, she immediately allowed him access, opening her mouth so he could slide it in. They carried on like this until they heard a not-so-subtle cough from beside them. “Steve.” She said sounding shocked, feeling oddly guilty after being caught. She was allowed to kiss Sam, there was no reason she should feel so bad as Steve kept his eyes locked on her.

“Wanted to tell you I got the milk.” He said awkwardly. He walked out of the room.

“Alright man.” Sam replied.

“Steve! Wait!” She shouted, pulling out of Sam’s grasp. “Steve, I can explain, I -”

“It’s fine,” He interrupted her, although his clenched jaw suggested he thought otherwise. “Just make sure that doesn’t interfere with taking Birling down.” He didn’t like the way he felt when he saw her kissing Sam. He didn’t like the proud look on Sam’s face when he pulled away. He definitely didn’t like the idea of her being anyone else’s.

[redhoodsjacket]

Confession Part 2 - Bucky Barnes (Mobster!AU)

Finally I kicked my ass to finish writing part 2. I will conclude with a part 3, I think that would be just long enough. THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS ON PART 1 Y’ALL AMAZING

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Type: Fluff

Word count: 3448

Rating: PG-13 (I have no idea how american rrating works but this contains strong language at some point)

With your head high, you pushed the door to the office floor open, walking in almost three hours late to work, dressed head to toes in expensive designer clothes. There were two distinct files in your hands: one that would make your superior happier about you not being at work yesterday too, and the other that would probably make him furious. You didn't care anymore. "Look who bothered to show up, and late at that" Your boss spoke, and silence fell over the office. You felt one specific glance pierce through you, but you ignored him. 

"I need to speak to you" You replied.

"Well, you can say it here" He shrugged. "I'm guessing your colleagues will appreciate having perhaps an explanation for missing a day of work without calling beforehand" 

You looked around and held back a smirk. You handed your boss the first file. "Okay. So here's everything to win the State against Mauritz case, it's basically already won" You explained as he kinda looked baffled. "And here's my resign letter. I quit" Chatter rose up around as you turned on your heels and walked away, until a hand pushed you in the archive room. You yelped as you steadied yourself on your heels, and directed your furious glare at the offender. "What are you doing?" Andrew said as he let go of your arm. "Didn't you just hear what I said?" You frowned. "I'm quitting" "I knew it" He muttered harshly. "It's him, isn't it?" You feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about" "The only reason I didn't dig deeper into you is that I still estimated you a good person" He spoke with venom. "But if you walk out that door, I'll have to come after you" You took a step back, a sneer on your face. "And if you do that, I'll make sure you can never contact Sofia ever again" "You can't do that" His eyes widened before a smug expression took over. "By the court order, I can see her" "I have a couple of judges that owe me favors I can call" You replied. "How does a restraining order sounds?" "Aren't you already acting like you have it anyway? You've literally stopped allowing her to call me" He rolled his eyes. "You think I'm stopping her from calling you?" You snorted in disbelief. "It has never crossed your mind that she didn't want to hear about you ever again? You've broke her heart more times than I can count, and she's old enough to decide who she wants in her life. That doesn't include you" "You're lying" He muttered, his smugness gone. "Why do you think you're not paying child support anymore?" You crossed your arms defiantly over your chest. "You're her sperm donor at best. You'll be nothing but a bad memory to her" "And you think he's better?" He retorted as a last resort argument. "Has always been" You shrugged and took a step back. "Even when you were in the picture. So do us a favor and leave us alone" "Wow (Y/N), using your own daughter to blackmail me" He chuckled dryly. "You've changed" "Goodbye Andrew" You said and turned around to get out of this place. You hadn't taken two steps that his hand grabbed your wrist and held it up, halting your steps. "What the fuck?" You spat, trying to get your wrist out. "Let me go right now or I scream" His hand flew open and you retracted your wrist like it had just been touched by fire.  "Is that an engagement ring?" He asked, like you owed him any explanation. "Yes, not that it's any of your business" You answered anyway. It took Bucky a whole three months to pop the question, and he did it on a rooftop restaurant overseeing New-York, during one of the most gorgeous sunset of all year.  Obviously, you said yes. "You didn't have that last winter" He added, before he probably made the link. "You're crazy. I've never pegged you for the impulsive type but I guess given a bit of money you lose your mind" "I dumped you three years ago, you seriously need to get over it" You managed to come up with an answer that didn't involve threatening him, but maybe a bit of anger seeped past your self control. You walked backward and flipped him the bird with your left hand, exposing the golden band with a bright green emerald right beside your middle finger. "Go fuck yourself" You left him in the archive room, all offended and disgraced. You took the elevator down to the main hall and walked straight out, then headed straight to downtown to treat yourself to some shopping. You deserved it. Time rolled fast and before you knew it, shops started to close, so you went back home.  You had to speak to Bucky. Nobody seemed to be around when you arrived. The sound of your heels echoed around with every step, and usually that would make someone come out of their hiding place.  But Sofia was spending the night at a friend's house, Bucky was probably in his study working on some deals or access contracts to his docks, and the rest that would hang around the house were probably working on something.  You dropped your purse and made your way upstairs and to the end of the hall. You gently pushed the mahogany doors and noticed Bucky at the phone looking tired and discouraged. His tie had been slackened and his jacket had been thrown on one of the chairs in front of his desk.  He looked up to you as you made your way in, but you gestured to him to finish his phone call. He nodded, you weren't sure if it was to you or to something whoever was on the other side of the line said. You stopped in front of the tray with multiple fancy glass bottles, grabbed a glass with two ice cubes from the bucket and poured Bucky's favourite whiskey in it. He always took his whiskey with two ice cubes; he didn't like odd numbers, and four would dilute the taste too much. You however, liked it with three cubes. But it had been a while since you hadn't taken a glass, and you were surprised that Bucky didn't notice you weren't drinking with him anymore.  You took the glass to his desk and pushed it to him, then sat in the leather chair that didn't have his jacket on it. You observed him work and took in new details about him, like how his hair was getting long or how the crinkles around his eyes would harden when he was frustrated. "... Yes. No, Parizzi, you're not hanging up on me you f-" He cut his word shot before slamming the phone down and letting out a long sigh. "Rough day?" You inquired and nodded to the glass. He took it and immediately took a big sip. "The guy who runs the cartel, Parizzi. He called off the whole cocaine deal, he's going for cheaper and lower quality" He grunted. "Approximated loss of 7 millions on five years if we can't find another cartel in New-York" "Yikes" You replied. "Have you tried contacting that boy Suarez? You know the one that is trying to build his own cartel? Maybe he'd be interested" "He doesn't have any money" He frowned. "Yet" You pointed out. "Sell to him to costing price for the first few years, then help him take down Parizzi when he's big enough. Then you have Suarez and his cartel under your thumb" You explained. "It's a whole lot harder to backstab someone who practically owns you" He stayed silent for a moment, wheels turning in his head. He was trying to imagine that deal displaying. "You know what" He blurted out. "That could work. Smart move, (Y/N)" "I try" You smiled as you crossed your legs and placed your hands folded on your laps. "You're adjusting pretty well to this life, doll" He remarked with a smile of his own. "Six months in and you're already thinking deals better than me" He joked. "It's almost like I have been raised into this lifestyle" You rolled your eyes playfully. "And that's because I had a clear mind, darling. You'd have had the same idea after a night of sleep" "True, true" He conceded. "And don't put yourself down, take credit for your ideas. Like this one" "Told you I was raised into this lifestyle" you shrugged sheepishly. Your mom subconsciously raised you as the perfect mob wife, just like how she was raised herself. She lost most of it with the years, because your father died taking a bullet aimed to Bucky's father-the main reason you were close to the Barnes-making her half quit the lifestyle. But Bucky's father still insisted to help her financially and with moral support so she wouldn't struggle raising you. So it ended up with many thanksgiving and Christmas dinners at the mansion, and a close relationship to Bucky.  "Anyway, tell me about your day" He changed the subject as he relaxed in his seat. "I quit" You replied simply. He raised an eyebrow as to tell you to elaborate a bit. "I was fed up, and I'm starting to raise real suspicions. Andrew knows" He blinked several times. "He knows? Are you in trouble? Should I order him taken down-" "Woah there" You interrupted him. "He won't be a problem, at least not yet. He confronted me about me quitting and threatened to expose me, but I blackmailed him into silence. He shouldn't talk" "That's my girl" He relaxed once again. "What did you use against him?" "Sof" You answered. "I told him he'd never see her again if he spoke a word of what he dug up, and then I told him to go fuck himself when he tried to tell me I wouldn't be happy with you or whatever" "I still don't know why you never agreed to let us take him down" He grumbled. "I hate that guy" "And I told you I wanted to wait until Sofia was old enough to decide if she wants to forgive him or not" You sighed. "That kill order will come from her if anything, not me" "Right" He mumbled.  "And besides, it would have been too much questions I couldn't have answered truthfully" You returned on the topic of why you quitted, a sly smile on your lips.  "What?" He frowned. "At work. Too much questions. Like 'So who's that mysterious fiancé of yours?' or 'Oh my god, it happened so fast, was the baby like, a mistake?'" You said and waited for him to catch on your words. It didn't take long that something shifted in his face and he looked at you with wide eyes. "Repeat that, doll?" He choked up. "I also read that working under stress while pregnant wasn't good" You clarified as you laid your hand flat on your stomach.  Some would consider that six months into a relationship was way too soon to get pregnant. But what you had with Bucky was different, and you loved each other. Your birth control was conveniently due for renewal right after he proposed, so you decided to drop it. You didn't tell Bucky, but he always talked about having children one day, so you figured out that keeping it a surprise wouldn't make him mad. "Oh my god" He breathed out. "You're- We're having a baby?" "Yes, Bucky" You nodded and he stood up faster than you've ever seen. He walked around his desk and kneeled in front of you, taking both of your hands in his own.  "I love you so fucking much, (Y/N)" He said, a bright gleam in his eyes. Tears were welled up in his eyes, something you've never seen before. He kissed the top of your hands and stood up again, taking you into a warm hug. "Thank you" "Well, you're not the only one who wanted another child" You whispered with a soft chuckle. "Sorry that I didn't tell you of my plan though, I kinda wanted to surprise you. Got the confirmation yesterday" "It worked" He replied as he pulled away, a wide smile on his face. "I thought you were on birth control" "Dropped it after you put ring on it" You raised your ring hand quickly, a small grin on your face. "I wanted to find the One, the real one, before having my second child. Truth is, I realize now that I always found a way to report the wedding last time because I knew deep down he wasn't the one I wanted and needed. However I had no idea the perfect man for me was right in front of my eyes" He kissed you tenderly, yet with passion and all the love he had for you. You smiled into the kiss, relishing the feeling of his lips against yours, or the trail of tingles his hands left on you.  "Jesus Christ, you're the best thing to have ever happened to me" He whispered. "I can't wait to marry you" "Me too" You replied. "For both affirmations"  You stood there for a while in each other's arms, just enjoying the feeling of him against you. You felt safe and loved, something that you hadn't had in a while.  "I don't know about you" You began after a while. "But a nice, hot bath sounds really good right now"  "It does" He hummed and lead you to the bedroom, then in the joined bathroom. Without another word, he gently lifted you to sit on the counter before he began to prepare the bath. You didn't protest as you watched him with a smile, knowing his protective mode would kick in harder than ever. He surely wouldn't let you do any work around for a while, just in case.  "Do we want to smell like lavender or jasmine tonight?" He asked as he raised two bottles of essential oil. "Oh, definitely lavender" You answered straight away.  "Alright" He nodded as he added some to the quickly filling bathtub. He then came back to you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. His hands trailed down your legs and took off your heels from your feet. "No more of these. Not good for the back" You couldn't help but giggle. Out of all things, you didn't expect him to come for your six inches heels you practically wore every day. You'd feel very short for a while, that's obvious. "Sure" You conceded with a grin.  "I'll hide every pair if it's the only way to keep you away from them" He joked as he gently put you back down on your feet. He unzipped your high waist skirt and let it pool around your feet as you unbuttoned his shirt.  "Good luck with that dear" You teased back as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and moved to his belt. "I might have a hundred of 'em scattered around the house" "Call it an early Easter egg run" He said with a now full blown grin. "Would be even better with you dressed as a bunny" You gaped at his words as his eyebrows shot up defiantly. He was referencing to that pathetic wanna-be-sexy playboy bunny-ish costume you wore on his Halloween party the year of your 15 years old. You swore him and Steve to never bring up that shameful moment again, yet your fiancé dared to. "James Buchanan Barnes" You started hands on your hips. "I am going to wipe that smug smirk off your face like none of your enemies ever did" "Doll" He cooed in that sweet, low voice he used when he tried to talk his way out of a sticky situation. You didn't protest when he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist. "The only shameful thing about that whole order deal is that you never realized how many guys spent the rest of the year drooling after you... Me the first" "Oh I did realized that bunch of dumbasses following me like lost puppies" You corrected. "Never paid them much attention. I guess I preferred your company over theirs" "You have no idea how happy it made me" He whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Call me a selfish asshole but I got a whole lot of satisfaction knowing you'd choose me over them" "Perhaps I always subconsciously knew I was yours" You trailed your hand on his shoulder, tracing his scar lines as a shiver went across his skin. He didn't let a lot of people see them, actually, you were pretty sure only Steve and you knew of them, beside the doctors that patched him up of course. A dumb accident, really, during a business trip in the Alps. He and his men were in a hurry, they didn't check the train or the employees. An enemy of Bucky chose that day to try and blow him up, but he hadn't expected him to survive the fall. The revenge was bloody and merciless, and his tale is now told more or less accurately around the mob world.  "I like to hear you say that" He replied as he unbuttoned your black silk blouse and took it off. "Say it again" "I'm yours" You obliged without hesitation. He tightened his arms around you and pulled you impossibly close to him, before kissing you slowly. He was taking his time, as to savor the moment while it lasted. Luckily for him, you weren't going anywhere. The rest of your clothes finally fell off, his hands taking extra time on the set of lacy underwear you had put on for the occasion.  Then, you both got in the bathtub and submerged yourself to your shoulders in the hot water. You sat back again Bucky's chest as his arms sneaked around your waist to keep you closer. He snuggled his nose in the crook of your neck and sighed contently.  "You know" He began as he placed a butterfly kiss on your shoulder. "I'm glad that you quit"  "Is that so?" You hummed, a small smile spreading on your lips. "Hm" He agreed. "I wouldn't have let you go back there anyway. I don't trust 'em" You giggled and threw your head back against his chest. "I knew you'd say that, you overprotective teddy bear" "Well, heads up, it'll get worse" He replied, and you could feel his smile on your skin. "I know you like your independence, but I will be overbearing" "Oh you think you'll be overbearing?" You turned your head on the side. "Clearly you either don't remember me pregnant, or I didn't spend enough time with you when I was. Because I'm the worst, baby" "Do tell" He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well first of all I might spend my days with Sergeï, so start considering giving him a raise" You began. You'd have to apologize in advance to the mansion's chef for the upcoming months. "Then I will make demands, some you'll like, some you won't, but you will have to make them happen or I will probably cry like a baby" "Like what?" He asked in a whisper.  "I'll be horny all the time" You blurted out, and he gave you a look that clearly said it was the opposite of a problem. "Yeah that's the fun part, Buck. But I know you don't like to be ordered around, so I'm pretty sure you'll get fed up of bringing me things after a few months" "You're gonna take advantage of the situation, aren't you?" He tickled your sides and you squealed. "Absolutely" You admitted without shame. "Not every day than you can have the most feared man in New-York at your beck and call, so I'll enjoy it while I can" "Then I'll gladly do it" He pressed another kiss to your neck. "Someone's gotta put me in my place at one point, and I wouldn't have anyone but you to do it" "Oh honey" Your shoulders shook in silent laughter. "If only that was possible" He gasped and pinched your hip. "Don't mock me while I try to resolve my character issues" "Payback for bringing up the bunny costume, my love" You smirked.  "You're right, I might have deserved this" He leaned his chin on your shoulder. "See, you're already doing it" "Just- don't change completely just yet" You said in a whisper. "I'm kinda loving that mob boss edge of yours" "Oh I know doll, I know"

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