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In the Land of Gods and Monsters: Intro

A/N: I’ve always had a morbid curiosity with the mob(any kind of organized crime, really) and this story has been floating around my head for so long. I love Biker!Bucky, but I feel like it’s a very popular AU right now, so I thought what about Mobster!Bucky? Huh. Fuck yes. I even thought about writing this back in the 30’s-40’s but I’m a sucker for modern day AU’s. This is just the intro, the story will be taking you through Bucky/Reader’s meeting, falling in love, and ultimately demise. This one’s going to be tragic ya’ll.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: As with all of my stories, there’s a permanent warning of Cursing. I have a mouth like a sailor, and I express myself through the word Fuck. Mentions of murder and various crime. Mentions of trauma. This chapter is pretty vanilla, since it is just an intro- but this will be a very brutal story. I’ll always give you guys a heads up for what’s coming though.

Summary: You knew what you were getting yourself into when you met Bucky Barnes. He was a known wise guy. A feared mobster. Everyone in the neighborhood knew his name. Funny, in retrospect, you think that might have been why you couldn’t help but be drawn in like a moth to a flame. This first and foremost, is a love story. Blood stained and littered with bullet holes, but the story of how you fell in love with the man none the less. Mobster!BuckyxPlus Size Reader

-Present Day-

As you sit in the police station, you feel numb. Your mind has cooled over, gone ice cold; slow and dragging due to the trauma it had just been put through. You’re not able to process your surroundings. Not really… there, in that moment. You cant hear the constant clicking of computer keys from the cop who sits at the desk, the one you know is keeping an eye on you, or the bustling of people coming in and out around you, on just the other side of the door. Your eyes are glued to the clock that’s mounted on the wall, to the dials that seem to move so slowly now. How had they moved so fast, just hours ago- and now they drug on like molasses.

You couldn’t catch up- your body did the motions, you were here. In an interrogation room, but your mind stuck. Replaying the harsh sharp sounds of gunshots, and the cries of children and your husbands silver blue eyes, frantic as they looked at you.

“It’s gonna’ be okay” He promised, just as he always had. No matter what, you and me, we’re gonna be okay. And you’d always believed him, willingly naïve. Clung to those words desperately, blindly.

He’d lied.

You don’t think he’d meant to, but he had.

You close your eyes, forcing a deep breath into your lungs, hoping it will unthaw your thoughts. Because you had to be strong right now, you couldn’t- you didn’t have the time to be like this. Weak like this.

Where are they? Your brain urges at you, yells. You’d asked that good for nothing secretary over and over, but he’d just looked up and replied with a sack of bullshit. That he didn’t know anything.

“Above your paygrade?” You’d hissed pure venom at him and he’d glowered at you and told you you’d have to wait for the detective. That was close to an hour ago, so when the door finally does open, heavy and whining your eyes snap open and you perk up in the hard, uncomfortable chair. Two people enter the room; the detectives you deduce. A middle aged woman, pretty. Her hair pulled back into a severe ponytail, dressed in a pantsuit that made her look like a force to be reckoned with and a older black man, his salt and pepper beard neatly trimmed and one of his dark eyes covered by a fearsome looking eyepatch…

You’d heard about him before. Him and his witch hunts…

“Scary motherfucker. Got one eye…”

“Mrs. Barnes, I’m Detective Nick Fury and this is Agent Hill” He introduces them both as they approach, before sitting at the table, in the vacant chairs across from you. Your heart is beating in your throat, scared as all hell, but no one would know that by the sight of you. Your jaw is set and your eyes are blazing.

“Where are my kids?” Are the first words that come out of your mouth, the only question that matters right now.

“They’re in the care of child protective services at the moment, but we can get more into that later” Your nostrils flare as he goes on, just at the thought. Oh, you bet they were so scared. Your poor babies, the innocents in all of this.

You feel an ugly bubble of self hatred gurgle in your chest.

Your fault. Bucky’s fault.

“I’m not talking to fucking anybody until I know they’re safe” You snap “Are they in this building? Where are they?”

“That’s information we cant give to you right now-” Agent Hill starts and you cut her off instantly.

“What do you mean information you cant give to me? I’m their mother!”

“Their mother? Yes. Their legal guardian…well, that’s in your hands now, Mrs. Barnes” Fury is calm as he speaks. Calm and cutting and threating. “As of right now, you are an accessory to a slew of illegal activity that ranges over the last decade. Would you like me to list the charges off for you?”

You bite the inside of your bottom lip and keep a hard gaze. Breathe. You’ve been eye to eye with motherfuckers far more fearsome then him…but none of them had ever threatened to take your kids. That’s new. That ignites something in you that feels worse then anything you ever could have imagined.

When you don’t respond, he begins again. Listing, ticking off the crimes he reads off of the tablet in front of him.

“Robbery, multiple counts of Assault. Disorderly conduct, disruption of the peace. Distribution and trafficking of illegal arms and drugs. Possession of illegal arms and drugs. Those in themselves could get you looking at, what” Fury looks to Maria idly “A decade? Twenty years?” She nods at Fury who looks back to you, with his one eyebrow crooked “And that’s not including the murders of Congressman Alexander Peirce, John “Shmiddity” Schmidt, Brock Rumlow- well, you get the just. I’d be sitting here all day if I was to list off all the men your husband and his pals have killed, wouldn’t I?“

You knew better then to say anything else.

This wasn’t your first rodeo, your first back and forth with the law. No, you’d been through this shit before and the only thing you had to say to them was-

"I want my lawyer. I’m not saying another word until she gets here”

Hill shots Fury a look, but his eyes don’t leave yours. He’d known that was what you were going to say. He knew women like you, wives. Girlfriends. Strong as nails females who would follow their husbands through the gates of hell. In his opinion, you were just as bad as your husband, but he forces a half smile at you anyway. Trying to lure you with a false sense of sympathy.

It’s acidic and you see right through it. God you fucking hate cops. You’d always loathed interrogations.

“Why should you take the fall for them? You’re looking at twenty five to life if we can tie you or your husband to any one of these murders” He sighs, his hands folding on the table as he leans back onto the chair “And trust me, it’s not going to be very hard. You know, I’ve been keeping tabs on your husband for the last few years?” That’s when he pulls something up on the tablet, before spinning it in your direction and sliding it to you so you could see the screen.

What catches your eye first are Bucky’s multiple mugshots. You realize he’s showing you Bucky’s file.

“James Buchannan Barnes; street kid, Brooklyn boy. Had a string of misdemeanors on his name before he was even seventeen. Went to Juvie for the first time when he was fifteen. Joined the army right after high school, everyone thought he was going straight- until the accident” Fury clucks his tongue and makes an exaggerated frown that angers you. “Came back with a vengeance, huh? Bloodthirsty”

You grit your teeth to an almost painful point. He didn’t know shit. Bucky was never bloodthirsty, ever. He just did what he had to do…

“Linked back up with his childhood friend Steven Rogers- and the Stark mob” Fury is assessing you as he speaks, his trained eye prying, looking for any crack in your resolve. “One of the most infamous mafia branches in New York. But you know that already, don’t you?”

You don’t do anything but cross your arms over your chest. You don’t speak, you barley breathe.

“I can see you’re not going to be of any help at the moment- which is understandable, considering what you just went through. Call your lawyer- when she get’s here, and you two get all your stories straight, I’ll be back” Fury tells you simply, bluntly as he stands “And trust me when I tell you this Y/N, you’re going to want my help. Your husband is in some deep shit, and you’re not any better off for it”

“And why would I trust you?” You ask, a bit of bitter humor lacing your tone. You didn’t know who you could trust right now, but the feds? Yeah, they were on the bottom of that list.

Fury leans in close, and it takes all of you- all the strength you could muster not to cower back.

“Because right now, I’m the only one who doesn’t want you dead”

And with that- he leaves the room, agent Hill trailing behind him. He tells the secretary to let you make your phone call, and then the door is closed again, behind him.

You want to scream, and cry and flail. You want your children, and your husband. God, you want Bucky right now. You ache to have his steady arms around you-

“Its gonna’ be okay”

His voice hums in your head, and you realize that the only way that statement is going to ring true is if you suck it up. You cant fall apart right now. So with a deep breath, you unclench your hands. You hadn’t even realized that you’d balled them into fists during the duration of your time with Fury. Your manicuredly sharp nails had dug into the meaty, soft flesh of your palm that they left little crescent moon indents. A couple were beading with crimson.

You stand on shaky legs, and go to the phone.

How did it come to this?

Your mind laughs bitterly at you. Dumb bitch. You dumb bitch, you’d always known it would come to this.

And so you dial the number of your lawyer, not allowing yourself even a drop of self pity.

These violent delights have violent ends.

PART ONE HERE

PART TWO HERE

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Okay, so this story is my new love child. I’m so excited to share this with you all- it’s going to be a lot darker then any of the other fics I’ve ever posted but I love to challenge myself as a writer. As usaul; please leave me some feedback! Comments are like crack cocaine to me lol. And let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this series!

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