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astrovvitches · 2 days ago
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been trying to keep myself sane in the busiest period of my life with mason wayhaven
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romanoffsbish · 3 years ago
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Chapter 33: Atomic Reunions
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Four months. It has been four freaking months since I got hurt, and have been benched from missions. I'm slowly losing my mind! I'm fully healed, and have been for ages. Nat's currently away on a mission with Wands, Vis, Buck and Steve right now.
She reluctantly left me alone at the apartment, as Yelena's off doing whatever it is she does... Strucker being gone doesn't mean she's completely comfortable with 'abandoning' me. Barton's currently out of town with his family, so all I really had was to be alone—well alone with Gus-Gus...
Bruce and Tony are still MIA, and Thor's gone home to help his people on Asgard.
Even though I'm not allowed in the field for another two months, I am allowed to train. So, to distract myself from the fear rising inside of me, I decide to head to the compound to utilize the gym. I desperately needed to regain some of the strength I've lost spending most of my days cuddled up with Nat, and testing out Wanda's recipes.
I jogged from our apartment to the compound, taking the thirty minute scenic route, while listening to my workout playlist with the airpods Nat had gotten me for Christmas.
As I enter, it feels like I'm not alone, and then I remember that SHIELD posts security here when it's expected to be empty.
Tony's POV
It's been four months since I had disappeared, and I had never intended to stay away for this long. I had time to process my life up to this point, and the longer I stared in the mirror, the more I realized I've done more harm than good. I've come back today, after finding that Y/N's virtually alone, so I could finally face her.
To apologize for every misstep I have ever made, and to tell her some important news I have.
I've been staying in an off grid cabin of mine with Pepper. When I first flew off, I went straight to the Stark Industries location she ran in Malibu. I told her everything, from start to finish. To how I had multiple chances to be a better brother, to save her, and how I cowardly walked away. 
She had immediately set me straight, as she always does, reminding me that to be the best father to our child on the way, I'd have to remedy the strain.
So, this morning, I had stared down at my three month old, Morgan Y/M/N Stark, smiling at her sleeping form. Admiring her as she was just the perfect blend of features. She had Pepper's lips, the cutest button nose from our mom, she fortunately had my hair and ears, and she had the same beautiful eyes as Y/N.
She's my greatest kept secret, but I think I'm ready to share her...
I had to make things right, because my daughter deserves to know her family, and Y/N deserves the chance at peace. I'm going into this, well aware that she could want nothing to do with me. That the assassin and witch might actually kill me for even returning, but it's a risk worth taking. On the slight chance that she's able to forgive me, I'll take it.
I had instructed Friday ages ago to tell me when Y/N was alone at the compound. Just my luck, after a week she's finally there today, so I'm flying there right now.
"She's currently working out in the gym sir, she has earphones in, so approach cautiously."
I enter the compound, easily avoiding being seen by the security, not that it should matter since this is my building... However, I didn't leave this place on good terms, so the less obstacles the better. I slip into the gym, to see Y/N faced away from me, doing pull ups, and singing along to whatever's playing on her phone.
"Friday, put the gym on lockdown." I instruct the AI, making sure to override the new protections they've seemed to put in place.
Trying to lock me out of my own system? As if!
Y/N's POV
I can feel someone staring, and I didn't really care until I noticed the gym was being placed into lockdown. I take a deep breath, preparing to see one of two people—the green giant, or the pompous asshole who shares my last name. Judging by the cologne, I know it's definitely Tony.
I drop from the bar, continuing to face away from him, not letting him know that I am aware yet. Deciding between seeing what he wants first, and just going invisible to protect myself. I'm sure his suit has heatwave vision though, so talking it is.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit after your many months of silence? Wouldn't have to do with the fact that this is the first time I'm actually alone is it?" I immediately move to question my brother, forgoing a formal greeting, as I move to the bench for some water.
"Look, I come in search of peace." He states ambiguously, dropping his sunglasses slightly to lock eyes with me.
"You're an arms dealer, how can one gather peace from that?" I take a jab at him for following in our father's footsteps.
"Well, that's simply not true... Stark Industries stopped manufacturing weapons years ago, now we focus on things like security."
"I see that's working out for you then." I deadpan, as I take in the barricaded compound gym.
"Yeah... Look, can we talk?"
"It's not like you've given me much of a choice Tony, so as long as you don't try to pull anything then fine, the floors all yours."
He solemnly stares at me, attempting to take a step towards me, but I instinctively scoot back. His gaze drops, seemingly hurt, but I'm not even sure if I can trust him just yet. He chooses to sit down at the opposite end of the bench I'm on, so now we're face to face.
"I'm not sure where to start, but let me first say that I'm sorry.."
Hearing the simple apology makes my heart slightly twinge with hope, but I also hope he wasn't expecting that to just get me to open my heart up to him. A few months ago and I'd already be putty in his hands, but after sometime I've decided he'd have to work for my forgiveness.
"Go on..." I instruct him, letting him know I'm willing to hear him out.
"Well, Y/N/N, I know I can't take any of it back, but I really want to find a way to make amends... I know that I've failed you repeatedly and I've come to regret every choice I've made thus far. You were never at fault for anything, it was cowardly of me to ever put any blame on you to begin with..."
I stare back at him blankly, barely maintaining my composure, as this is honestly all I've ever wanted to hear. To know that even if he had pettily blamed me all these years, that he now knows he was wrong. It's bittersweet hearing it now though, after the years of captivity, the many months of passive—aggressive interactions, then the radio silence after nearly dying because he turned everyone against me.
"Look, nugget—."
"Yeah, you really did, you failed me astronomically, and now I assume you just want to start fresh? What gives you the right?" I cut him off, scoffing at the use of the nickname, completely shocked at his sudden boldness.
"I just wanted the opportunity to apologize,
Y/N/N—truthfully, anything else that follows is an added bonus..." He quietly replies, looking incredibly small as he does so.
"I just, I can't seem to understand why you're actually here. There has to be an ulterior motive here. As if my nearly dying four months ago wasn't in some part your doing? As if you couldn't have saved me over a decade ago? What's changed Tony? What the hell has happened to make you suddenly apologetic?" I shout, as the anger rises within me...
“New Year, New Me?” He jokingly questions, but it falls on deaf ears as I glare in his direction.
"I just, I only wanted you to go away, not die! The last thing I ever wanted was for you to be hurt on that mission... I realize now that what I wanted didn't exactly match my words, because I made you out to be a traitor. Having you here was a reminder of everything I had lost. I never got to have our dad, and it had always upset me that you did. Mom, she was everything to me! Then I lost her at the hands of Hydra, and I made that out to be your problem, because they seemed to have wanted you. How stupid right? You were barely five, no more than a victim, but I twisted the blame your way.”
"What about me, huh? What you fucking lost? You had mom for 18 years, meanwhile I barely got five! You fucking pitied yourself, and left me to fend for myself… I was five when my world came crashing down, I spent more years of my life in captivity than I have out. You got to live this lavish life, becoming the superhero kids look up to, while I got punished for the sins of our father…
The anger inside me begins to slowly fizzle out, as my chest starts to begin to feel heavy with the immense pain of it all. I continue to stare at the man, the one who used to be the center of my world, but who's now become nothing more than a stranger.
His face is contorted in embarrassment, and his eyes are swimming with obvious guilt.
“Y/N… I..” He stutters, and I can hear the sadness in his voice.
“I know, you’re sorry… Also, that's not entirely true Tony, you might think it is, but it isn't... Some twisted part of you wanted me to end up hurt, you literally choked me out, and denounced me as a Stark." I sigh out, cutting off his pathetic ramblings.
"No! I lost my shit when I first saw you—I will admit that, but that's when everything came flooding back all at once. Seeing you again hurt, I had never thought I'd have to face you. Having to be faced with my biggest mistake, it brought out the worst in me. Leaving you in their hands is honestly the worst thing I've ever done. Instead of facing you like a man, a man who had repeatedly hurt you, I continued to cowardly shun you. There's no excuse for my behavior here, even if I try to rationalize it with my thoughts, I know I'm nothing but wrong. However, the absolute last thing I wanted was to see you on the verge of death.."
"You didn't see anything." I bitterly chuckle out.
"That's also not true, I hacked shield's security on the daily, checking your recovery and making sure you were okay..."
"Well, let's backtrack shall we?" I deflect, not really wanting to acknowledge his admissions of guilt just yet.
"I didn't get a dad, I got a man trying to catch up to his sins, do you even know why Hydra wanted me?"
"No..." He admits, raising his head to meet my gaze.
"Well, it’s quite a long story, but I’ll do my best to simplify it. Dear old dad didn’t properly read through his contracts, and in a twist of fate he had signed my life over to Hydra. In an attempt to take Hydra down, he had been exchanging his weapons for information. Inadvertently giving his enemies direct access to his weapons, as they were actually just undercover Hydra. Turns out when I was two, they were checking in with him on their property’s well-being, which happened to be me. For the next three years he had stepped up, while keeping the twisted truth to himself. One night, they’d started arguing, and I now know it was because he waited until they were ready to collect to finally fill mom in. So, his brilliant plan was to run, which only got us so far, before our car was spun out. Then, I watched as their soldier brutally bashed our fathers head into the asphalt, then strangled the life out of our mother, before drugging me and sealing my fate.”
“Soldier? As in…” He starts to do the mental gymnastics, and connects the dots.
“Glad to see you still only focus on what you want to hear.” I reply, as I aggressively roll my eyes.
“I’m just trying to process everything you said… I’m well aware that our fathers a dick, so everything you said seems to match up.” He honestly replies.
“Well, like father like son, am I right?” I quip back, as he sadly chuckles in acknowledgment.
“So, you’re telling me I’ve been working with the man that murdered my parents for the last few years?” He angrily spits out, as he begins to pace the room.
“No, you’ve been working with Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier killed our parents.” I calmly state.
“He was the winter soldier!”
“Lower your voice with me Tony, and get your emotions back in check.”
“How are you so okay with this information?” He asks, calmer than before.
“Well, I know exactly what it’s like to be a pawn in their system. Bucky is not who they made him out to be! He’s a good man, who’s repented for his forced upon sins. Nothing he did as the soldier was by choice, it was simply just his body. Everyone of you on this team has ended up killing innocent people, but he’s one of the few of you who was psychologically manipulated into it. The rest of you either lost your tempers, drew aliens to the city or created homicidal robots.”
He instantly deflates, and I almost feel bad for bringing up Ultron, but he clearly needed a reality check.
“Also, a wise woman once said: ‘Holding grudges is the greatest disservice to mankind.’ and I couldn’t agree with her more. If I held grudges, you’d be dead, don’t you think? That day when you had choked me, I could’ve easily reversed our situation. Instead, I allowed you your little tantrum, having wanted nothing more than to let you blow off steam in the hopes that you’d eventually come around.”
“You know, you’re practically mom’s mini me… Not a bitter bone in your body, even when the world’s done you incredibly wrong… I’m grateful to see that you kept your grasp on her, I clearly lost touch…”
“Well, I had nothing but time in there Tony, I clung to my memories of her, and all her teachings...”
“I, um… I have something for you..” He blurts out, as he reaches into his pocket, and advances towards me.
I stand up, and make sure to maintain enough distance between us. I stare at him inquisitively, waiting for him to show me.
“Well, when I had to identify mom, and dad, they allowed me to collect their belongings.” He shakily gets out, and I almost reach out to comfort him, but I’m not exactly ready for that.
“So, I’ve been watching, and I’m aware of your budding romance with Romanoff…” He randomly adds on, slightly confusing me.
“Where’s this going Tones?” I question him, as the nickname seems to just slip out.
“Here.” He nervously mumbles, and holds his hand out, and I extend my hand out.
I look down into my hand to find my mother’s wedding ring, and I immediately burst into tears at the sight. I slip it onto my ring finger, smiling widely as I see that it fits perfectly.
“I thought you’d maybe want it, you know, for if you ever want to ask her to marry you…” He awkwardly states, while scratching at his neck.
“Th-thank you.” I croak out, hardly able to contain my mix of emotions at the gesture.
“Please, there’s literally no need to thank me, it’s rightfully yours. Listen, Y/N, I know it’s going to take time for us to get to a place where you can trust me. I completely understand that, but if there’s any chance we can reconcile, I’d love to. I understand if you’re not interested, but I just want you to know that I love you.”
“I’m not sure how we go about doing this, because my chosen family kind of hates you..” I waterly chuckle out.
“Well, I can put up with being thrown around by them a bit, if it means you’ll be in our lives.”
“Our?”
“Oh, yeah, well you’ve already met my wife, Pepper, in passing… She’s been pushing me to face my fears, and that’s what finally got me to come here. Anywho… I’d love for you to meet your niece, my best kept secret..” He says, completely dropping the news on me.
“I have a niece??”
“Yeah, her name is Morgan Y/M/N Stark.” He beams, as he pulls his phone out to show me a handful of photos.
She’s absolutely gorgeous, and I can’t stop staring at her perfect little features.
“Oh gosh, she’s beautiful… She looks so much like mom… Wait! Did you give her my middle name?” I whimper out at the discovery, and a tear slips passed my eyes as I see the worn down teddy bear in her arms.
“Yeah, she does… Also, yes, we did. She has your eyes, if you didn’t notice.” He says, pointing out the similarities between us.
“Is that Mr. Hugs a lot?”
“Oh, yeah�� He was in the car…” Tony replies solemnly, as his head drops…
I leap forward, wrapping my arms around him, and feeling as he immediately reciprocates the affection. I feel his tears as they fall off his face and onto my shirt, but before we could even speak, he was ripped from my arms.
I look up to see the gym was no longer on lockdown, then I heard Tony groaning, as I watched my redheads advancing towards him.
Shit…
“What the hell are you doing here?” Natasha barks out.
“Who do you think you are?” Wanda shouts as well.
I am stunned, standing still as I watch them all interacting.
Bucky moves to stand by my side, while Steve advances towards Tony as well.
“Stark, you’re not welcome here!” He commands, as if he has a leg to stand on.
“Hey doll, are you okay?” Bucky whispers to me, I simply nod, as I keep my gaze focused their way.
“Last I checked Rogers, this is my tower!” He snarks back, as he pushes his chest to activate his suit.
“It actually falls under government property, belonging to SHIELD, and you’re not exactly on good terms with them.” Natasha states bitterly, with her fists hanging at her sides.
“Listen, I’m here to make amends with my sister, but if you’re looking for a fight, then I’m willing.”
“You don’t deserve her forgiveness!” Wanda seethes, as her hands become surrounded with red tendrils.
“I promised I’d never let you hurt her again!” Natasha growls out.
“Well, I have no intentions of hurting her further Romanoff… As for forgiveness, only she can decide that Witchy..” He condescends to the women.
“If it wasn’t for you, we’d all be a well oiled team, but you went and ruined everything.” Steve puts in his crusty two scents.
“Oh just shut up, Rogers! The teams always been one mishap from falling apart, this is on everyone! You are your own man, who had choices to make, and you chose to leave her in the building. My influence or not, you didn’t follow proper mission protocol and that’s on you Captain dipshit..”
“Romanoff, Maximoff, I owe the two of you nothing! I’ve made my peace these last few months, while realizing just how badly I’ve fucked up my sisters life. I’m here to fix what I can, and you’ll just have to learn to deal with that.” He states in a steady tone.
Natasha’s reaching her breaking point, I can see it by the way her jaw clenches.
Wanda too, as her magic is only spreading further around her fists.
Natasha moves quickly, as she punches Tony square in the jaw. Wanda follows through as she throws him across the gymnasium. Tony jumps up, and goes to raise his suit blasters towards my girls, but Cap throws his shield deflecting the blast towards Bucky and I.
“Shit.. Sorry, Y/N are you okay?” Cap questions, as Tony takes this moment to blast at them once more.
As soon as I catch my bearings after the close call, I immediately focus my energy, tapping into my telekinesis, lifting all of them into the air, and restricting their movements.
“ENOUGH!” I shout, sick and tired of the petty fighting taking place, as they all turn to look at me.
“What about me, huh? Why not ask what I want?”
“Steve! I’ll be placing you down now, and you’ll be leaving with Bucky. You have absolutely no right to involve yourself here anymore.” I assert, as I gently bring him towards Bucky.
“Now, Wands, I can feel you fighting against me, so I’m going to need you to stop throwing people, and then I’ll agree to put you down.”
She sheepishly nods, so I then swiftly bring her down and towards me.
“Natasha, my darling, you’re going to need to calm down for me.” I gently coo, as I set her down, and she runs over to me.
“Tony, don’t even think of shooting at Natasha or Wanda ever again! That’s no start to rekindling anything with me. You’ll have to remember that these women have been my safety net. They nursed me back to health, and have been my main sources of happiness and love since I got here. You hurt them just as much as you did me, if not more than… My initial forgiveness, doesn’t equal theirs, and this was the wrong way to go about it. You do in fact owe them both apologies, genuine ones, so maybe think about that.”
“Nugget, I’m sorry..” He sighs,
“Yeah, I hear that, maybe show it instead.”
“Reach back out once you’re ready to apologize to them as well, I’m feeling extremely overwhelmed by all of this so this is goodbye for now.” I conclude, dragging the women at my sides out the doors, and letting him down as we exit.
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“Detka, I’m so sorry… It’s just when I saw him touching you it took me back to the last time. I just saw red, and I didn’t even consider anything positive could’ve come from him being there.” She whispers against my neck, as she pulls me closer to her.
I roll over in our bed to face her, nuzzling my face into her neck, and placing gentle kisses atop her collarbones.
“No need to apologize moya lyubov’, you’re actually really hot when you’re in protective mode…”
She swiftly rolls me to my back, moving to straddle my hips, as she smirks down at me.
“Yeah? Well, you speaking Russian’s equally as hot.” She groans, as she leans down to place a needy kiss to my lips.
“Hey! It seems you’ve both forgotten that I’m here for movie night” Wanda shrieks in disgust, as we look to see her lying across the end of our bed.
“Sorry Wands.” I giggle out.
“I’m not!” Natasha deadpans, and I simply pull her down into my chest to stifle her ability to speak.
“I’m sorry too Y/N/N, I just can’t forgive him just yet, but I can try for you.” Wanda sincerely states, as she rolls over to face me.
Natasha chooses to take this moment of peaceful silence, and completely ruins it, as she playfully motorboats me.
“Alright, I’m out of here!” Wanda gags out, standing abruptly, and moves to leave the room. Not before she throws Natasha to the ground with her powers though.
“That’s it, I’m evicting her..” Natasha growls as she climbs back on top of me, and cuddles close.
“No, you’re not… You started it.” I giggle out, while pulling her incredibly close.
“Yeah, and I’ll finish it tomorrow.” She lightly threatens, as I can hear her succumbing to her exhaustion.
“I love you, Natty.” I whisper, while kissing the crown of her head, and pulling the blanket onto us.
“I love you too, detka. So very much..” She tiredly mumbles.
I lie there, watching as her lips remain parted as her breaths even out. I fall asleep shortly after, feeling a lot lighter after the events of today. It seems like everything is starting to fall into place.
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mycupoffanfiction · 5 years ago
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His Favourite Gal: A Bucky x Reader Mobster AU Fic Part 1
An eventual mob!Bucky x Reader fic 
Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6
The reader begins working as a waitress at Bucky Barnes’ favourite club in town. Little does she realise that working on mob territory owned by the infamous King of New York, Bucky Barnes, comes with it’s quirks as the reader is slowly pulled into the mobster life.  Warnings: None for this part, mostly platonic fluff. 
Word count: Approx 2500
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Exiting through the doors of the bar you worked at, you trudged down the street. Putting your jacket hood up as the rain started, you began your cautious night time walk home. You’d had another gruelling day; your boss was relentless and you were close to quitting and finding a new job. Seeing a group of drunks ahead of you, you decided to take a different route that was slightly longer. It took you through mob territory, but at least it was owned by the King of New York, Bucky Barnes, who made it his objective to keep the people safe.
 Rounding a corner, you walked towards the most prestigious club in town, Stark’s. It was a huge gentlemen’s club owned by Mr Barnes himself, it was mostly famous for it’s casino and the fact it was Bucky’s favourite joint in town. Passing one of the tinted windows of the club, you paused when you saw an advert for a job. Inspecting it a bit further, you realised it was for a waitressing position, which was exactly what you were doing now. You pondered for a second before deciding fuck it and grabbing the advert and heading inside.
 Upon entering, you were met by a bouncer, who immediately took in your form and realised you were clutching the advert from outside. He silently moved to pat your down, which you relucantly allowed. “Go to the bar, speak to Natasha.” He finally spoke, gesturing to the bar in the centre back of the main room. Giving him a quiet thank you, you walked through the club, feeling very out of place in your casual work clothes as you passed men in suits chancing it at the casino. As you approached the bar, a red haired woman approached from the other side and looked you up and down with a slight smile on her lips. “Hi, I saw an advert outside for a waitressing job.” You started to explain, but she cut you off, waving her hand at you. “You sure? We haven’t had many applicants since this place attracts… well unwelcome mob families.” Her smile never faltered as she spoke. “I’ve got nothing to lose.” You spoke politely, letting the corners of your mouth curve upwards, eliciting a smirk from her. “Natasha.” She spoke her name, holding out her hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n).” You took her hand and shook it.  “Follow me.” She stepped down from the bar and waited for you to join her.
 You followed her into a back area of the club and stayed close behind as you passed through a maze of corridors. Natasha stopped at a doorway and snatched the advert out of your hand. “You’ll do great.” She smiled. Confused, you watched her knock on the door and open it slightly, poking her head in and talking to someone, although the door obstructed what she was saying from being heard by you. Natasha backed away and opened the door widely and gently pushed you into the room.
 You froze as the door closed behind you. Here you were in your wet leather jacket and casual bar waitress uniform, tired as anything and probably looking like a right mess after your shift, stood in front of a large wooden desk. Behind it was none other than Bucky Barnes himself and to his left was someone you recognised as Steve Rogers, his business partner and brother. “(Y/n) is it?” Bucky asked, smiling gently up at you as he relaxed in his chair. His hair was long and hung loosely around his face, framing his handsome features. His jaw was peppered with thick stubble and his eyes were a piercingly deep blue. He was intimidating, but you felt a friendly air about him. “Yes sir.” You nodded, finding your voice, realising it came out far weaker than you had intended. “Take a seat, (Y/n).” Steve spoke up, moving forwards and pulling out the chair in front of the desk for you.
 Sitting down, you nervously wrung you hands, you had no idea you’d be meeting the King of New York himself! Maybe this was a bad idea. “What makes you want to work here, (Y/n)?” Bucky spoke gruffly but kept a slight smile on his face as he studied you. “I work as a waitress at a bar down the street, sir. I guess I wanted a change of scenery.” You fumbled with your words. “You realise this place isn’t exactly cut out for ordinary folk, right?” Bucky leaned forwards, resting his forearms on the desk. “You have a family?” He asks, Steve settling next to Bucky and watching you as you shift nervously. “No, Mr Barnes.” You shook your head. Bucky spares a glance at Steve and then back at you. Steve nods and then stands again. “We don’t have many people applying here.” Steve remarks. “Perhaps we should take a moment to consider-.” He continues, but before he can finish, Bucky raises his hand to stop him. “You’re hired.” Bucky smiles, relaxing back in his chair. You look at him absolutely stunned, you’d just been hired on the spot after being in his presence for all of about two minutes, they barely even knew who you were. You knew they would likely do an extensive background check on you anyway. “Come to the club tomorrow night, seven o’clock sharp. Wear all black. Report to Natasha at the bar. Don’t worry about your current job.” Bucky rattles off quickly as if he had the entire thing planned in his head. “Thank you, sir.” You give him an appreciative nod. “Mr Barnes is just fine, doll.” He smirks before Steve steps forward to see you out.
 Your first few days working at the club go smoothly. It’s an interesting learning curve, working with people in the higher society, but one you didn’t mind so much. You didn’t gain such unsavoury attention working in the club as you had at the bar. There were no wandering hands, no harsh words thrown your way and as far as you were concerned, for now at least, your bosses were fair.
 It was the following week when you turned up to work when Natasha rushed up to you. You’d arrived ten minutes earlier than your usual shift to prepare, which had become part of your routine. “(Y/n) thank god you’re here!” Natasha exclaimed, grabbing your hands and yanking you behind her. “Why is something wrong Nat?” You asked, trying to keep up with her as she ushered you into the back room where the employees stored their personal items. “Mr Barnes has been hounding me for the past hour to get a waitress for him this evening but we’re running short.” She explained as you opened your designated locker and threw your bag in. Shrugging off your jacket you looked at her with confusion. “I can take Wanda’s shift so she can serve him.” You thought it should be easy enough, right? Hanging your jacket on the hook in your locker, you close the door and turn to Natasha’s attention. “No, (Y/n), he wants you to serve them tonight.” Nat shook her head frantically. “Me?!” You spoke a little louder than you had intended, your voice reverberating off the walls of the room. “Yes! God, please just go into their room and talk to them, they’ve been waiting longer than I wanted them to.” She huffed. “You could have called me, I would have come in earlier, Nat.” You frowned a little as you fumbled with your waitress apron, tying it roughly around the back and shoving your notepad and pen into the pockets at the front.
 Nat quickly ushered you down to their private dining room and you quietly let yourself in. In the middle of the room was a large round table with around ten men sat around it. In the middle, facing you was Bucky, to his left Steve and to his right was another man you didn’t recognise. “Ah, (Y/n)!” Bucky enthusiastically greeted you. You tried to hide the slightly flustered look you knew you had as you approached the table. “Good evening Mr Barnes, gentlemen.” You nodded, smiling sheepishly as you looked around the table. You had a few polite hellos and nods from them. “Are you waitressing us tonight, (Y/n)?” Steve asked, sitting forward and flashing you a million dollar smile. “I am, Mr Rogers.” You nodded, lifting you notepad and pen. “Allow me to introduce everyone.” You learned the man on Bucky’s right side was named Sam. You realised quickly the people who sat closer to Bucky were closest in friendship to him than the others, those closest to him consisted of Steve, Scott, Clint and Sam.
 Bucky motioned you to come and stand next to him once they were all done ordering food and drink. You stood where he’d pointed to and he turned in his seat to face you. You felt your cheeks heat up with a blush as Bucky smiled up at you. “Is that everything, Mr Barnes?” You asked. “Not quite, sugar. Add whatever you’re having to the list, it’s on me.” He grinned at you. “I – uh, sorry?” You asked, a little confused. “Bucky wants you to order yourself some food and drink and eat with us, (Y/n).” Steve sensed your confusion and was quick to help you out. “Are you sure, Mr Barnes?” You hesitantly locked eyes with him and immediately broke eye contact. “Absolutely, please eat with us, doll.” Bucky’s voice went soft as he cocked his head, pouting a little, making you melt a bit. “As you wish, Mr Barnes. Thank you.” You smiled at him, speaking softly before jotting you meal on the notepad and rushing out of the room.
 You immediately bumped into Natasha as you made your way to the kitchen. “He wants me to eat with them.” You blurted out before even making your presence known. “He what?” Nat frowns. “Mr Barnes wants me to order my food and drink and eat with them.” You repeated, more calmly this time. “Christ, (Y/n).” She looked at you wide eyed. “What, he doesn’t do that with the other waitresses?” You question, ripping the order out of the notepad and handing it to the kitchen staff. “He’s never done that before.” Nat admitted, gaping at you a little. “Are you sure?” You surely couldn’t be the only one he’s ever asked. “I’ve worked here every night for three years, (Y/n) and not once has he ever requested that.” Nat almost laughed at how unbelievable it was. “I’ll get someone to call for you when the food’s ready. Let me get their drinks together.” She immediately leapt into action, snatching the drink order from you.
 You waltzed into the private dining room with a large round tray balanced expertly on one hand. The glasses on top gently clinking together as you walked, swaying your hips slightly. Handing out their orders, you took your drink last. You noticed quickly that all the men around the table had shifted and there was now an empty seat next to Bucky. “Come and sit with me, doll.” He patted the empty chair. Steve hopped up to pull it out for you and you obliged, plopping yourself down in the chair and turning slightly to face him. You didn’t want to assume you could speak unless spoken to, so you politely kept quiet while Bucky noticeably studied your face. “Tell us about yourself, (Y/n).” He smiled, sitting back in his chair as he picked up his drink and took a sip.
 “Well, I’m from Brooklyn. My parents passed several years ago, I had to leave college to process the accident. It was horrible.” You realised you dwelled a bit too long on the death of your parents and immediately moved the conversation away from the subject. You did appreciate the soft look on Bucky’s face as he listened to what you said, almost like he felt sorry for you. Before you could continue though, Bucky rested his hand over yours and squeezed gently. “I’m sorry, (Y/n), truly I am.” He spoke just above a whisper. “Thank you, Mr Barnes.” You gave him a tight lipped smile. “Bucky, call me Bucky.” He patted the back of your hand gently. “Are you sure, Mr Barnes?” You asked. “Yes, we’re surrounded by family, no business partners today, so we’re on first name basis, alright?” Bucky gripped your hand again. “Alright, Bucky.” You nodded, mirroring his smile.
 You told him more about yourself, your interests, hobbies, about your apartment and your neighbourhood. How your dad had taught you how to sock a guy if he attacked you, although the times you had been approached by shady men you clammed up before you even got the courage to make the back off. As the evening drew on, you became comfortable enough to share a few jokes, which elicited chuckles and laughs from even some of the most scary looking men around the table. One of them, Drax, who was terrifyingly huge and angry looking clapped his hand over his chest and roared with laughter the first time you told a joke, which completely took you by surprise. What surprised you more was how easy it was to make Bucky laugh and play along with your antics.
 By the end of the evening, you had spent hours talking with Bucky and his men and had warmed up a lot to them, especially Bucky and Steve. They might look intimidating and have a rather scary line of work, but the two of them were soft and charming on the inside, showing you a side to them you were unsure anyone else in the club was allowed to see.
 Finally taking your leave, long past the end of your shift, you made your way to the locker room to collect your things. As you exited the room, you were met by Clint, one of Bucky’s closer mob family members. “Boss is requesting your presence, (Y/n).” Clint said softly. “What do you mean?” You tilted your head in a questioning fashion. “Wants to make sure you get home safe.” He clarified. Nodding, you followed Clint out of the back door and down to a large black SUV where the door was held open for you by Clint. Sliding in onto the plush seats, you realised quickly you weren’t alone in the car. Sat comfortably next to you were Steve and Bucky, smiling across at you as you shifted in your seat.
 The ride home was comfortable and a welcome occurrence since the walk would have been long and potentially dangerous at this time of night. After dropping you off, the car waited outside of your building until they saw you safely enter the building and the door shut behind you.
You spent some time replaying the evening in your head, realising you were smiling to yourself when you remembered that Nat had said no one had ever been asked to dine with Bucky and his family. It brought a blush to your cheeks as you settled in for the night and awaited the next time you could waitress for them again.
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Hi thanks for reading! I have written several parts to this story, I’m not sure how many I will do in the end, but it’s looking to be around 4 or 5! Feedback is always welcome. It’s my first time posting a fan fic on here and I love mobster Bucky.
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