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Indecent Proposal (17)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen
Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, fluff, implied needy reader and Bucky, candy theft, polyamory
Indecent Proposal (16)
Indecent Proposal masterlist
Two months after Bucky and Steve found out about Rumlow’s plan to get information about them using the nurse, said man disappeared.
No one cared about Brock Rumlow's disappearance. One day, he left town and never got seen again.
People may think Steve and Bucky took care of the annoying thorn in their flesh, but the truth is that they didn’t touch one hair on his head.
“Still nothing?” Bucky watches Natasha stuff the money he brought to her into her bag. Another good investment for the mobster, money for her retirement to Natasha. “Be honest, Nat. Did you take care of him?”
“I told Rumlow that his little stunt with the nurse went too far. He had the order to stay away from your…” she wrinkles her forehead still not understanding your relationship with the mobsters. “Fiancé.”
“We didn’t kill him,” Steve pushes off the wall to look at the pictures on Natasha’s desk. “Even though, we planned on taking him down. Rumlow had it coming.”
Natasha frowns deeply. “If none of us took him down… What happened to him? This doesn’t make sense at all.”
“What if he fucked with the wrong people over?” Bucky scratches his scruffy chin, wondering if the man obsessed with him and Steve annoyed the wrong person. “We can’t be the only people he messed with.”
“I don’t know,” Natasha sighs and rubs her tired eyes. “He’s a good cop.” She rolls her eyes when Steve makes a retching noise. “Believe it or not, he’s not a complete psycho. Rumlow is good at his job. I don’t know what you did to make him lose his mind.”
“We did shit to your little buddy,” Steve grunts. “If someone made him disappear, I owe him one. This way, I didn’t have to get my hands dirty.”
“This must be very funny to you, Rogers,” Natasha wrinkles her nose. “He was a good man and a good cop. It’s too bad he got lost in your web.”
“We didn’t lure him in,” Bucky snaps at Natasha. He glares at her, making sure she knows they did come here to chat. “One day your friend decided he must bring me and Steve down. Does he even know that we maintain peace? No one dares to harm citizens since we took over the throne.”
“I get it,” she huffs. “You are the kings of your kingdom of shit.”
“Careful—” Steve snarls at the redhead. “Our fathers build this kingdom with blood and terror,” the blonde steps closer to Natasha, sizing her up. “Bucky and I changed the old ways. We took their empire and changed it for the better.”
“What do we do about Rumlow now? If he’s dead, people will start asking questions. It’s no secret that he was obsessed with us.”
“I will try to keep you out of this,” Natasha steps away from Steve. She doesn’t want to rile him up even more.
“You’ll keep us up to date,” Steve points his index finger at the redhead. “We need to know every detail of his disappearance…”
“Doll, what are you doing,” Steve laughs. You threatened to cut Bucky’s cock off because he dared to steal a chocolate bar from your secret stash.
“He stole from me!” You pout. “Bucky stole my favorite chocolate bar. It was the last one with hazelnut.” Faking a sob, you look at Steve. “You should scold him.”
“I was hungry after you wanted a taste of Bucky,” the brunette grins. “And you got a whole drawer filled with the sweets. Candies, chocolate bars, all the good stuff. Steve, she’s got a sweet tooth.”
“Not only a sweet tooth,” Steve smirks. “She’s a naughty little minx too.”
“Hey! I’m not little,” you kneel on the bed to glare at Steve. Not months ago, you trembled in fear in front of Steve, and now you talk back and tease the mobster. “You better watch your tongue, or I won’t show you the latest ultrasound picture!”
Bucky watches you and his husband bicker. He smirks and chuckles. The brunette leans back and enjoys the show. “Steve, she’s getting cocky. What will you do about it?”
Steve cocks a brow. His features darken and he smirks at you. “I will spank her cute ass if she gets even cockier.”
You laugh at Steve’s words. He wouldn’t dare put his hands on you. Both men are deadly and strong, but with you, they are soft and gentle. Even if you are a brat and a needy slut sometimes.
“The doctor will be here in half an hour,” Bucky stretches his legs and yawns. It was a long day. Jensen and Bucky tried to find out more about Rumlow’s disappearance over the last hours. “Let’s not fight over stolen candy.”
“I did not forget you stole from my stash, punk!” You poke your index finger into Bucky’s thigh. “You are on thin ice, Sir.”
“Sir, huh?” Bucky licks his lips. “Steve, how long until the doctor arrives.” He looks at his husband.
“Buck. No,” Steve shakes his head. “Last time the doctor almost caught us red-handed.”
“Hmmm…good times,” you nod and sigh dreamily. “Very good times.”
“Your fiancé is healthy,” the doctor murmurs while scribbling down a few notes, “everything looks good. There is nothing to be worried about.” He looks up from his notes. “We should talk about the results of the ultrasound we took today now.”
He clears his throat and looks at you. The elderly man gives you a soft smile. “Can I tell them?”
The doctor chuckles now. “Of course, my dear.”
“Alright,” you clap your hands before grinning at Steve. “I will blow your mind.”
“Please tell me she’s not pregnant with a Tasmanian devil,” Steve mirrors your smirk. “I bet she is. It would explain her bratty behavior.”
“Stevie, let Y/N talk. I wanna know what she wants to talk about,” Bucky grabs your hand. Anytime you have an ultrasound examination he turns into a softie. “Go ahead doll. We are listening.”
You take a deep breath. Suddenly you’re a little nervous. “I-doctor can you tell them?” You chicken out and drop your gaze.
“Fuck! Is something wrong with the baby?” Steve presses one hand to his heart. “Please tell us.”
“Doll…” Bucky holds your hand a little tighter. The usual tough man looks helplessly at his husband. “Stevie?”
“The baby and your fiancé are healthy,” the doctor hastily says. “We got no bad news for you. It’s rather, good news for you and your fiancé, gentlemen.”
“Good news,” Bucky nods at Steve. “Did you hear…good news. Phew.” He sighs deeply. “Thank fuck.”
“What is the good news?” Steve rumbles. He stares at your swollen belly, awaiting an answer. “Doctor?”
You take a deep breath and look at both men. You don’t know if the news is good to them or not. “We—we are having twins!”
Part 17.2
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#stucky x reader#pregnant reader#stucky x fem#stucky x female reader#female reader#stucky x y#Indecent Proposal (17)
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Recommendations #2 💌
Well hello again. Just in case you make your way through my first list, here's some more reading material for you 😉
I went digging to find some past gems - these lists are also partly selfish so I can go back and re-read them easily.
💖 Thank you to all of these creators for all the writing you've shared with us. I very much appreciate all of you! 💖
And to all you readers out there, I hope you enjoy and send some love to all of these beautiful writers 🥰
If you haven't already, you can check out my first Recommendation List - Here ❤️🔥 make sure they get all of the love too
xo
Caught In The Fire by @dreamwritesimagines
Pairing: Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.
Delicate Edges by @wkemeup
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Biker!AU)
Summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Sunrise by @wkemeup
Parings: Bucky x Reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader)
Summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)
In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd
Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader
Summary: It’s been years since you’ve been home, and you didn’t expect it to be in the aftermath of your life falling apart. Though much has changed over time, one thing has stayed the same: Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him now.
Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: It's been five years since the zombies started invading, and despite everything you've been through, you've survived up until this point. And now you must survive your most dangerous challenge yet...the grumpy, untrusting, captivating Bucky Barnes.
Check out their Bucky masterlist 😍 -> Here
Beneath the Milky Twilight by @bucksangel
Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Reader (Sugarbaby!AU)
Summary: Being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.
‘The Road Goes Ever On and On’ by @rocketrhap3000
Pairings & Characters: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson (eventually), and OC three year old Jasper :)
Summary: Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.
Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles
Pairing: singledad!Bucky Barnes x singlemom!pediatrician!Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.
Also you need to go read their entire Masterlist
Mob!Bucky x Fairy Masterlist by @kinanabinks
Pairing: 18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader
the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.
Appointments by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)
Pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes x reader
Summary: in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.
We Fell in Love in October by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)
Pairing: farmer!bucky barnes x reader
Summary: in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.
As It Was, Baby (AO3) by @nexusnyx
Pairing: Neighbor Bucky x Reader
Summary: Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbour who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl's dream. Too bad you're only his neighbour and nothing else. Or, at least, that's what you thought.
One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences.
Bring Me to Life by @nameless-ken
Pairing: Dad!Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky is a struggling single father trying to take care of his daughter when a stranger welcomes them into her home and brings a gentle love back into their life.
Masterlist for nameless-ken -> Here
Unexpected by @nameless-ken
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Summary: Our mutual friend dropped out of this trip at the last minute, so hi I guess we’re spending the next two weeks together.
The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie
Pairing: Modern AU Bucky Barnes x Reader
(Island/CEO!AU)
Summary: Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).
Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.
All You Need by @barnesafterglow
Pairing: publisher!bucky x author!reader
Summary: just after finishing college and your first novel, you meet bucky barnes - a friend of a friend, a publisher, and hopefully something more
No Day But Today by @buckysfaveplum
Pairing: bucky barnes x artist!female reader
Summary: bucky finds himself enamored with the girl upstairs who paints on the fire escape.
(loosely inspired by mimi and roger from rent)
Brotherhood and Bullets Masterlist by @rookthorne
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you'd become the President's own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.
Check out rookthorne's full masterlist -> Here
The Old Man's Grocery Order (AO3) by yarnforbrains
Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader
Summary: The grocery order was the same every week, and every week it came with the same instructions: Don’t ring the bell. Leave it and go.
It wasn’t the most polite message, but that’s about what you expected from someone with a grocery list like this...You figured it was an older man.
Our Home to Heal by @subwaysurf45
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.
Snow by @delaber
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.
Finding Home by @jobean12-blog
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader (Animal Rescue AU)
Summary: You meet Bucky while he’s out walking Alpine in the city. It’s love at first sight and to make it even better he just opened up an Animal Rescue, Shelter to Solider. But will his past stand in the way of him finally finding his home.
Stud and Smartie Universe by @navybrat817
Pairing: Mechanic Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Stud and Smartie)
AU Summary: You're crazy about your handsome roommate. Luckily, he feels the same way about you.
Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger. His teammates went on an international press tour and left him behind. They hired someone to supervise him, per the conditions of his pardon— a roommate, they said. A roommate?
Happy New Year
and Happy Reading!
(Dividers by saradika)
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Idk if it’s cause his face claim is Oscar Isaac but Ciro is taking up way more of my brain space than I think you intended. do u have any of his lore in your back pocket? a tragic backstory? who he had his kid with? were they in love?? IS HE HAPPY? anyways. i appreciate you and i hope you’re doing well!! sending love
Thank you so, so much! I'm starting to feel a bit more up finally, and my moods are leveling out I think!
And ABSOLUTELY! TEN PIECES OF CIRO LORE:
Ciro and his wife Elisa (Sophia's mom), were a Mobster Power Couple, and madly in love. She worked alongside him and ran various aspects of the business. She was cunning yet cheerful, loved classical literature like he did, and they had plans for a large family. They both figured if one of them died, it would be due to 'business'. Sadly she passed away incredibly suddenly from an aneurysm a few years after Sophia was born, leaving him a widower and a single father. His daughter for a time was the only thing keeping him going.
He's made a good recovery since then with some therapy and has found he loves being a dad and is quite happy running his businesses, criminal and not, though he spends a substantial amount of time worrying about Jane, and would be even happier if she were safe. But he definitely feels like he's doing what he was meant to do, and feels like God approves in his own way.
Romantically (something rarely touched on in TRT), he's had some flings and short-term relationships with various people after his wife passed, mostly women and a few men, but he hasn't had anything serious so far, in part because he's been so focused on Running The Empire and raising his daughter(s) (and other adopted stray feral murder children like Eli). Though if he finds his second special person, he'd be willing to consider something more serious.
At the time of TRT, he has five cats, all former strays because this man can never resist picking up the lost, human and animal, and there are a variety of cat rescues around Los Angeles that find themselves mysteriously funded by an anonymous donor.
He's decent at guitar and piano!
In TRT the incident where his childhood dog was killed by a boar is mentioned. In his attempts to rescue his dog, he got thrown aside into a tree - that injury caught up with him later, which is why Matt notices arthritis in his knee and an altered stance when scanning him over!
Ciro and Natasha Romanoff know each other through (sketchy) business and are on friendly terms.
He's the eldest of his siblings (1 brother and 2 sisters).
He didn't always plan on being a crime lord but after running face-first into some governmental/legal corruption as a teenager, his thought process was roughly along the lines of, 'I could do better than them.' He likes to think he's kept his promise - there are a surprising number of people in his city, especially in certain neighborhoods, who tend to look to the Ferryman's justice and authority first over the police or legal system. His punishments are often cruel, hard, and unforgiving, but if you follow his laws and keep your mouth shut, you generally don't have much to worry about, and because he minimizes collateral damage and invests in the neighborhoods (to encourage loyalty if nothing else), most are happy to look the other way.
He 'introduced' himself to SHIELD by mailing a few specific agents the tongues of HYDRA operatives, complete with coins, after those operatives attempted to Fuck Around in Los Angeles and quickly Found Out. One of those SHIELD agents happened to be Phil Coulson. The two have a bi-yearly, location-randomized coffee meetup, which is how Ciro wound up with Agent Thompson's card after Coulson vouched for her record!
#ciro leone#i love ciro and i have a mountain of backstory on him and basically no place in the story so it just sits here#in my head#i fully plan if i turn TRT into an AU book series one day#tehre will be a book or two JUST for Ciro because he deserves one#the red thread
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Secrets Behind Our Dreams
Chapter 5: Secrets Out
© thewidowsledger 2023 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE
Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.
Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader
Warnings: 18+, violence
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You discreetly made your way through the private entrance, a pathway reserved only for the workers of the club. But sometimes this would also be the exit of those big patrons of the club, except that sometimes they would leave with the girls you work with.
You took your earphones off your ears as you slid the door, and made your way to your personal area. You glanced at yourself through your small vanity mirror and checked the whole area curious as to why you're the only one here.
This evening seems to be different. Usually you would arrive here with a lot of girls already fixing each other, complimenting each other, talking about the clients they had the other night. It disgusts you actually that they would always compliment each other but would talk shit as soon as the other turned around or how they would fuck each other's boyfriends or girlfriends behind each other's back.
You are new here, you perform and the other nights you're a cocktail server. You've been working here at Valkyrie's club for a month now. But still the other girls don't talk to you, they won't even notice you when you come in. They would just notice you when you get a big tip from some guest. But everytime that happens they would always give you a piercing look that could literally kill. One time you had a big tip, you didn't know that the other girls knew, but they do; they know everything. They told everything to Penelope and she came up to you and threatened you to know your place. You know damn well that they just wanted a fight out of you, so you didn't give them the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. You could literally see how pissed Penelope was when you didn't shoot her any words, you didn't even glance at her.
Penelope, she is the most booked and prized worker of the club. Everybody likes her, except you of course. She possesses a natural air of confidence and seductiveness. However, beneath her polished facade, there lurked a simmering resentment and jealousy towards those who dared to steal even a sliver of her spotlight. That's what she calls it, stealing. She doesn't like it when someone gets more attention and…more money, tips. In her quest to maintain her reign as the center of attention, her sharp tongue would sometimes lash out, disguised as sarcasm or biting remarks, leaving no doubt that she despised any girl who dared to steal the limelight she believed was exclusively hers. And you actually don't get why the other girls would act like she's like a famous Hollywood star. They would always try to befriend her while Penelope is being a bitch to them.
There are also some rumors circling around that she has connections with some mobsters and she could literally order to kill anyone if she wanted, and you knew better than to get in her way.
You took your phone out of your windbreaker's jacket and checked the message Valkyrie sent you a few hours ago: Hey are you free? I want you in tonight, I know you don't do private shows so your pay will be coming from me as always so you don't have to get around to get some tips, but you can still do that if you want to you know? Anyway, the show starts at 10, don't be late.
You instinctively looked at the clock of the room, it was already 9:26 in the evening.
"Okay, almost half an hour. Let's do this." You muttered to yourself.
You opened your spotify and played the Black Swan playlist you downloaded, putting it on speaker. You went to your usual routine, you took your make-up kit out of your navy blue Jansport backpack.
You started tiptoeing with your pink slides to the song 'A Room of Her Own' by Clint Mansell, one of the songs in the playlist. Your arms gracefully extended like wings while you're holding your mascara, caressing the air around you, your feet barely touched the ground as you leapt and spun.
You were startled when you heard the door open harshly. And speaking of the devil, Penelope emerged from behind.
"Why are you here?"
"I-uhh, I-Valkyrie called me in. She said that I'm…in… tonight." You stuttered, lost in your words. You immediately put your music to stop, the sound of awkwardness replacing the room.
Penelope looked at you from head to toe with disappointment and annoyance in her face.
"Oh for the love of Goddess of Death, Valky," she muttered to herself but you heard it.
"You get your shit done and come with me." Penelope strictly commanded as she pointed her index finger to you before making her way out.
"What? Wh-no I'm not…I don't do private shows I just–"
"Yeah, dance?" Penelope turned around and let out a loud mocking laugh, she took a step towards you and once again glared at you from head to toe, "I wonder why they called you the Dancing Queen, or should I say…Dancing Freak?" she laughed again but louder this time enunciating the 'Dancing Freak' mockingly.
"If Valkyrie didn't message you then you don't have to be here, if you got one from her then this is the place where you needed to be," Penelope closed the distance between the both of you, "And you got one so you do what I say."
You just nodded. As soon as she turned her back at you, you rolled your eyes on her.
"You do what I say," you mockingly repeated, "What are you? My mom?" You huffed at her. But quickly stood straight as soon as she started talking again.
"There are exclusive patrons tonight, the club is reserved only for them," Penelope looked at you again, "And I don't have time to instruct shit to you because I am getting a good fuck tonight while you on the other hand will just dance at your little stage." She smirked at you and let out a few chuckles.
But the thing is you had no problem with that, you don't do private shows because you know how things end up after it. During a private show, the client and the dancer would be in a private room for lap dance. And there is a rule of no touching the girls but for some reasons most of your co-workers ends up getting fucked. The worst case you encountered was when a girl you work with was dragged out of the club for having an affair with someone's wife. The bouncers didn't even do their jobs and you knew that the husband paid them not to interrupt. It's still money after all. And you couldn't get into those, you don't plan on getting to those.
"Your song will be dropped in 15." Penelope rolled her eyes on you as she made her way out, she sharply glanced at you over her shoulders, "What's your name?"
"Y/N, I'm–"
"Y/N, know your place. Got that?"
"Yeah..." You responded immediately, because you feel like there is a sniper aiming towards you right now, and once she snapped. You're dead, dead as hell.
You felt like a cold bucket of water was washed over you when she said those, but you brushed away her threats. You know your place, you always do.
As soon as she was out of your sight, you took your windbreaker and jogging pants out of your body. Revealing the black lingerie behind it.
"So what if you're going to get a good fuck tonight? My vibrator for sure does a lot better than whoever will fuck you..." You huffed.
As you took your bag, your old pointe shoe that has a lot of stitches in it caught your attention, and you smiled at the sight of it. You grabbed the box of your 5 inch spool heel out beside it, as soon as you wore it you quickly criss-crossed each lace and tied it at the back of your calves.
You took the garment you're going to wear, it is a red short dress, the fabric is silk; smooth against your skin. Comfortable enough, you think. It embraced your figure with a tailored fit, revealing your cleavage. Its sleek silhouette highlighted your slender waist.
You stood and walked towards the mirror, you let out a deep sigh, "Something's missing." You panicked and started to search for your pocket knife, you always bring it with you in case of emergency. You actually don't know how to use it, but you know that you'll surely know how to in a mere second something bad happens.
You stared at your eyes that reflected on it.
"Perfect, let's get this over with baby."
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You walked through the halls of the club, the loud banging sound getting nearer and nearer. For a few seconds, the loud banging sound was replaced with a different music, your song. Love is a Bitch by Two Feet
You don't actually practice when it comes to this, you just go and do your thing with whatever song comes on. You let out a deep sigh, and checked the knife placed on your leg, behind your exposed lingerie before stepping at the back of the stage.
"You got this Y/N. You got this. Get your shit done and go home."
You entered at the mid-part of the song, as soon as you stepped on the stage, a surge of nervous energy coursed through your veins. But you're used to it, you just need to get the song to consume you.
The dimly lit room came alive with the sound of whistles, shouts, and groans of pleasure. The gaze of patrons fixed upon you, their eyes were hungry for you as you moved like a fluid on the stage.
The room seemed to be different, the guests, the patron were all wearing a suit, very formal you think. But you shook away your thoughts and just minded your own business. You dance with the song. The lights perfectly illuminated your every move. You walked towards the pole and grinded your ass behind it. Your heart pounded in your chest, becoming intertwined with the pulsating beats of the music.
I'm tryin'
I'm tryin' not to forget my words
'Cause when I'm around you, I tend not to changin' my mind
The whistles and shouts once again erupted from the audiences. The attention was indeed validating, but a part of you couldn't help but feel a slight disgust at the objectifying reactions. You hated it, but you reminded yourself that this is what you signed for.
You caressed the pole and started to circle around it. You glanced around the room and saw Penelope with a group of patrons. And there is someone looking towards you, it's a familiar figure actually. You watched as they laughed but the this person just kept their eyes on you.
You know that look, you only know one person who gazes like that. You can't be wrong, your eyes filled with horror as you realized...
Shatana, was it Shatana? No, no, no, fuck...
"My name's Natasha! What's yours!"
My name's Y/N...what...in the hell I am answering her this late? How would she hear my stupid thoughts you stupid, Y/N!
You're killing yourself in your mind as everything dawned to you. She was the woman you met few weeks ago, the woman who saved you. And you didn't give her your name when she asked you, great. Now you just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible, you're close to considering jolting like Naruto towards the door.
You were actually impressed to yourself, doing your job hot as always, but you were killing yourself in your mind at the same time.
You removed your eyes towards her direction, but Penelope's action made you grip the pole harder as she made her way towards Natasha, she sat beside her, you could clearly see how she played with her collar, unbuttoning her suit. At this point you just wanted to let the floor eat you.
But Natasha never looked away from you, she watched you like a hawk watching its prey.
So...Penelope's getting fucked by her...tonight? Wow...what? What wow? No…I'm not—
Fuck Y/N know your place, you know your place...
Penelope was reserved by Natasha tonight, the thought made something twist in your stomach.
You took a boldness out of you, you feel that your song is going to end. So you allowed yourself to surrender completely to the music, igniting a fire inside you. You groped your breasts and caressed your neck while grinding your ass to the pole with a pleasurable expression showing in your face. You looked over to Natasha and smirked seductively, you swear you saw her clench her jaw.
And you saw how she quickly stood in frustration when the lights of the platform you were in went off together with your song.
The groans of disappointment of the patrons filled the air as everything went down, they were demanding for more.
You exited from the dark stage with a satisfied smirk, you brushed off the blush forming in your cheeks—and the thoughts of Penelope getting railed by her instead of…
"Hey, someone wants you there." The bouncer called your attention.
"No, I'm just here to perform. I-I don't do...you know private shows." You quickly explained as you started feeling anxious.
He walked over to the entrance and held the door for you, "We have rules, you call us out when something happens."
"I don't have much of a choice do I?" You smiled awkwardly to the bouncer as you walk to the door.
The thoughts of Penelope's threat came over your mind.
"You know your place, Y/N. Don't get in her way, don't get in anybody's way." You muttered as you reminded yourself.
"Yo, chica!" A man sitting in one of the leather couches signaled you over.
You cringe at the nickname he gave you and looked up at him, his area was a little secluded, 2nd floor balcony of the club, "Okay...maybe this is my place." You muttered to yourself as you quickly walk your way to the man sitting alone.
Right now you just wanted everything to end and go home.
When you're finally in front of him, he quickly grabbed your hand and kissed it, he looked up at you seductively. His mouth released some smoke, you couldn't help but cough. You felt something wrong, your body starting to get cold. You glanced over the bouncer who had been standing beside the stage but he wasn't there anymore. The man never released his grip on your hand. You tried checking over Natasha's area where you saw her earlier, but she wasn't there.
Oh, maybe she's giving Penelope a good fuck now.
"Why don't you sit, chica?" The man called you, he brushed his thumbs over your knuckles. As you faced him you were once again welcomed by the smoke coming out of his mouth. You coughed harshly this time.
You startled when you heard a couple of incoming steps, you saw a figure walking towards your place.
It was Natasha...
As soon as she made it in front of you, she faced the man. In a blink of an eye she took the cigarette out of the his mouth and squeezed it to the ground.
"What the fuck? Who do you think you are?!" The man that was holding you lost his grip on you as he stood and shouted over Natasha's face.
Natasha looked at you with concern, and she just held your hand. But as soon as you both started to walk away the man grabbed her shoulder and aimed a punch straight to her jaw.
You backed away from the commotion.
The man grabbed something behind his pants, you could see how sharp it was. It was a detailed-engraved knife as if it was personalized.
Natasha clenched her jaw and smirked at the sight of his knife, but it only fueled the anger of the man. Without a second the man slowly walked towards Natasha and caressed the knife in her cheeks.
"You're feisty, I would be lying if I said I don't like it," He huffed straight to her face, his eyes darkened, "But I want that girl more so try not to be jealous." He pointed at you using the knife.
You were trembling, scared of what might happen. You just wanted to run away. But Natasha…what is she doing? Is she crazy?
You watched as the man threatened her with the knife. You reflexively took a step back when Natasha grabbed the hand of the man and snapped it, he wailed in pain. You swear, despite the loud banging sound of the club you heard how his bones snapped. Natasha took the knife and examined it before putting it in her pocket. She kicked the right leg of the man making him kneel in front of her, you were stunned in horror when she gripped the man's hair and started punching his face over and over and over. As soon as she's satisfied, a loud thud was heard when she released her hold on the man. He was now unconscious, his whole face bleeding, lying on the ground. Natasha shook her right hand two times, you could clearly see some blood splattering away, but you didn't know if it was from the man's face or she had bruises while doing it.
She took a handful of cash in her pocket. She turned and flashed the wad of money to you.
"Can I get a private show?"
Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist
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Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist for my participation in the Any Fandom AU Bingo, hosted by @anyfandomaubingo! 💙
On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way. They combine angst, fluff, and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.
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|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 💙 ~ Fluff || 🌶️ ~ Smut ||
B1: Stalker!Bucky Barnes
B2: Mistress!Reader
B3: Farmer!Steve Rogers
Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I'm home || 💙 || Natasha Romanoff
Prompt || B4: Florist!Reader
Getting married is something Natasha has not even considered until she met you and fell head over heels in love. Now, it's all she can think about; she wants nothing more than to call you her wife.
B5: Pornstar!Tony Stark
I1: Athlete!Reader
I2: Spy!Loki Laufeyson
I3: Sex Hotline Operator!Reader
I4: Artist!Bucky Barnes
I5: Basement Wife!Reader
N1: Escort!Steve Rogers
N2: Fake Date!Reader
N3: Arranged Marriage AU
Dreaming Of You || 💙 🌶️ || Robert Downey Jr. (RPF)
Prompt || N4: Author!Reader
Life with your husband, Robert, and your three-month-old son, Joseph, has been nothing short of a dream, and you are grateful you get to live this life with him. When you find out you're having another baby almost a year and a half later, you get the surprise of a lifetime, and the love between you and your husband only grows stronger because of it.
N5: CEO! Loki Laufeyson
G1: Con Artist!Reader
G2: Stripper!Bucky Barnes
Birthday Confession || 💙 || Bucky Barnes
Prompt || G3: Neighbor!Reader
Bucky never really cared for his birthday, but he suddenly had a different outlook since you came into his life. As long as he can spend it with you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor he secretly harbors a major crush on— and his cat, Alpine, he's happy. However, when everything takes a turn this year, you're both turning it into a birthday he'll never forget.
G4: Mobster!Steve Rogers
G5: OnlyFans!Reader
O1: Police Officer!Tony Stark
O2: Bounty Hunter!Reader
O3: Dom!Loki Laufeyson
O4: Musician!Reader
O5: Thief!Tony Stark
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Visitors, Chapter 3 - Eyes of the Father
Summary: Bucky has to deal with intruders at Lacey’s cabin. Recognized by them he has to leave but he advises her to call the FBI to arrest the four men. A month later, Lacey seeks out Steve Rogers for help.
Length: 5.2 K
Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Agent Jones, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, unnamed Russian mobsters.
Warnings: Violence, angst, anger.
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A hand on her mouth woke Lacey and she heard Bucky's voice whisper in her ear. "There's someone outside," he said. "I'm going to put my clothes on and check it out. Can you get into the attic by yourself and pull up the ladder?"
"Yes," she said, suddenly afraid. "You be careful."
"I always am," he replied and he went to his room quietly.
Lacey threw some clothes on and went out to the main room, pulling down the ladder and going up. She pulled the ladder up behind her and sat in the corner of the attic, near the window, trying to see what was going on outside. She did see one man, with a gun, when Bucky came up behind him unseen and unheard. He put the man into a chokehold, knocking him out. Then he disarmed him and pulled him into the bushes. She heard the sound of a door opening into the house and held her breath, afraid to move. The door opened again and there was the sound of a scuffle followed by silence. Several minutes later the door opened once more and she heard a muffled whisper in a language she couldn't recognize. There was another scuffle which lasted longer but again ended in silence.
A sound outside the window drew her attention and she watched as a big man with a shaved head came across the yard. He looked up at the window and she pulled back immediately, afraid she had been seen. A few minutes later the sound of the door to the attic being pulled down reached her ears and she heard someone coming up the ladder. Terrified, Lacey tried to hide herself in the darkness. A man's head peeked out from the opening, seeming to look right at her. It took all of her willpower not to scream. Suddenly he was pulled down and she could hear the sound of a brawl in the house. Creeping to the opening on her hands and knees she saw glimpses of Bucky, carrying a kitchen knife in his hand, as he fought the man. It was incredible to watch him. He was fast, brutal, and he fought like a demon against a man who was obviously skilled in this type of fighting. Bucky was so much more skilled in his fighting technique that it seemed he was almost playing with the man, waiting for the moment when he could take him down. He finally pinned the man down putting the knife through his palm, and into the floor. With his artificial hand Bucky punched him repeatedly until the man was unconscious before he stopped and sat back on his heels, his breathing barely noticeable. He looked up the stairs.
"Are you okay?" he called.
"Yes," she answered back.
"Do you have duct tape?" he asked. "They need to be immobilized until the FBI gets here. They're Russian and they were talking about the flash drive."
"In my desk," she said. "Do you want me to get it?
"No, stay up there for a bit," he replied. "I'll take care of it."
He opened her desk drawer, located the duct tape and began to hog tie the three men, frisking them to make sure they weren't carrying any other weapons. Then he went outside, found the fourth and carried him inside, hog tying him and frisking him as well. Only then would he allow her to come down, turning on the light so she could see. She looked at the four men then at Bucky.
"You took down four men and you're barely winded," she said, impressed.
"It's what I do," he replied, then he lifted a shirt on one of the men, showing her a distinctive tattoo. "Russian mob. Some of the mobs were involved in HYDRA as well, on the trafficking side, kidnapping people to be their slaves." The man with the shaved head came to and looked at Bucky then said "Soldat." Bucky said something in Russian back to him and looked back at Lacey. "I told him I don't do that anymore. He recognized me. It means I'm going to have to leave. They can't get word to HYDRA that I was here. I'm sorry. You need to go to your mom's house as soon as you can or they'll come back for you and for the drive."
She nodded. "I guess this is goodbye then," she said, looking down.
He raised her chin with his hand. "I'm sorry," he said again, gently. "The less you know about my plans the better. You may have to sell this place otherwise they'll watch you to see if I return."
"What will I tell the FBI about these four?" she asked.
"The truth," he replied. "They won't believe you outsmarted four Russian heavies so tell them it was me. Then tell them I left right away and you don't know where I went. Phone them right now. They'll send a small army to deal with these four."
She nodded and phoned Agent Jones again to tell him she was just saved by Bucky Barnes from four Russian mobsters. He practically yelled into the phone, telling her to stay put. Bucky went into the bedroom while she spoke to Jones. Once she hung up she went to the room and saw he had packed his backpack. He stepped forward, pushed the door closed, and grasped her by the shoulders touching her cheek softly then kissing her deeply. He went to the window, opened it and climbed out. As she looked outside she spotted him near some bushes in the distance. Turning back he blew her a kiss then he disappeared into the bushes. With a sob, she felt as if part of her insides had been ripped out.
Returning to the living room the man who had spoken to Bucky looked at her. "The soldier belongs to HYDRA," he said in heavily accented English. "When they get him back they will send him to kill you and he will because it was what he was programmed to do. You can run but the soldier will find you. He always does."
"Fuck you," she replied and the man smirked at her bravado.
Sitting with the Russians waiting for the FBI to arrive gave her the creeps by itself, but it was almost worse as the bald headed man watched her every move. The other three, once they came to, also watched her in a way that was unnerving. They spoke with each other in Russian and several times laughed, making Lacey think they were talking about her and not in a respectful way. She was glad Bucky had taped them up making it impossible for them to get loose. Twenty long minutes later three black vehicles and a paddy wagon with lights flashing pulled up into the yard. Agent Jones was in the lead vehicle and came right inside without knocking on the door. He lifted the four men's faces up off the floor and sneered at them, then ordered his men to get them out of there. Another man took their weapons which Bucky had left piled on the table. Once they were gone he looked at Lacey expectantly.
"The flash drive?" he asked.
"You wouldn't be getting it if he hadn't been here," said Lacey, as she walked into the spare room. "Where was your guy, huh? Why didn't he pick it up last night?"
Jones grabbed her arm and spun her around. "You are very close to being arrested for harbouring a known fugitive," he said. "A very dangerous fugitive. He's a killer."
"Who saved my life," she reminded him as she yanked her arm out of his grip. "Those four, will they make bail? Will they come back to take me out? Bucky told me they're traffickers for HYDRA, scum of the earth, in other words. Will you protect me from them?"
"How long was he here?" asked Jones, his face just inches from hers, close enough that she could see the pores on his skin. "Did you know him before your brother came here?"
Lacey stepped back, intimidated by his anger. "No," she replied in a resigned manner. "He was hiding in the garage, injured. I didn't know who he was at the time but he asked for my help. It was after you left. He slept in the spare room, helped me with some of the house repairs. When those guys showed up he took them out, without killing them. Told me to phone you and to tell you the truth that it was him that helped me. So, I'm not going to believe you when you call him a dangerous killer. Is he dangerous ... yes, but not to me. Is he a killer? Not any more. You can believe me or not. Now let me get you that flash drive."
She went into the spare bedroom, pulled out the night table, lifted the loose piece of wood and took the flash drive out. Shoving it into his hand she looked at him harshly in the early morning light.
"By the way, he found your listening devices," she said. "I was nothing but truthful to you and yet you put listening devices into my home, as if I was a common criminal. Shame on you."
He shrugged. "Sorry," he said. "That decision came from higher up."
"Well perhaps your higher ups might be interested to know that those four Russians knew about the flash drive," she said. "If Tom didn't tell them then somebody in the FBI did. Chew on that. Now get out of my house."
He looked sharply at her and left the house while she followed him outside. Making a circular motion with his hand while holding it up in the air his associates got back into the SUVs and they pulled out. Then Lacey got dressed, made herself a coffee and sat at the table deciding what to do. She walked through the house, looking at and touching things, bringing back memories. After a time she phoned a realtor on her cell phone and told her she wanted to list the property immediately, as is, buyer take everything. Once she hung up, she broke down crying.
"I'm sorry Grandpa," she cried, looking around her. "I have to sell it. It's too dangerous for me now."
She started to pack her suitcases, then found a couple of boxes and packed up her books. For a moment she smiled when she realized her book, Confessions of a Broken White Girl, was missing.
"Son of a bitch, he took it," she said. "Maybe I will see him again."
She finished packing the books, then put the assorted pictures she had into the box with them. Looking around she tried to decide what else to take and she saw them, her Grandpa's LPs. He wanted to hear them all so she would play them for him and found she had an appreciation for big band music, as that comprised most of his collection. Going out into the garage she found some milk crates and emptied them of their contents. Inside the house she transferred the LPs into them, then put them into the trunk of her car.
Once more she looked around the living room area again but she didn't see anything else that was meaningful to her. She went into the spare room and looked around then saw something on the dresser. She hadn't noticed it when she went in to get the flash drive but she noticed it now. It was a paper heart, made origami style. She picked it up and turned it over. Written in pen in beautiful handwriting on the back were the words I will remember you, B. Sitting on the bed she held the paper heart in her hand and cried. They were over before they had ever started and he was gone forever. Her grandpa's robe was on the bed and she picked it up smelling Bucky's clean scent on it.
Slowly she took some deep breaths, calming her emotions then she put the paper heart inside of her favourite book, Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, and packed it back in the book box. From there she went to her room and looked around to see if there was anything she wanted to take with her. She folded up her grandmother's quilt then spotted her Grandpa's Korea medals, taking the shadow box gently into her hands. She wrapped it up in the robe, putting it and the quilt in the box with her books. As she came out of the bedroom there was a knock at the door and she opened the door to the realtor, who had got out there quickly. Lacey showed her around and explained that something had come up that required her immediate attention, that she wouldn't be able to return to pack up the house. After discussing an opening price Lacey told her the lowest price she would accept. She signed the contract, shook hands with the realtor and watched her leave with the spare set of keys. Then she packed the LPs and book boxes in her car's trunk, putting her suitcases in the back seat. After locking up the house she stood outside looking at it, at her failed dream, and got into her car. When she pulled away she didn't look back.
One month later
It was difficult waiting for the results of the final pregnancy test. Lacey had bought three of them, after three days straight of throwing up. The first two were both positive and now she was waiting for this one. The egg timer buzzed and she picked up the final test ... pregnant. She took a deep breath. How had this happened? Bucky was sure he was sterile and she had been on the pill. However it had happened it was real and now she had a decision to make. Was she going to keep it or get rid of it? She looked around at her bachelor suite. It was tiny, a furnished rental, under her grandmother's maiden name so that the Russian mob couldn't find her. She couldn't raise a baby there. But it was Bucky's baby and if it had his eyes .... Lacey opened her banking app and looked at her bank balance. The property had sold quickly, bought by a man who wanted to build a golf resort and paid a premium for the place, even though someone had broken in and trashed the insides. She could buy a house anywhere she wanted but she was afraid of being found if she did. Closing her app she opened her contacts and looked at the one for Agent Jones. She wanted to trust him so badly but he had hung her out to dry when she told him about the flash drive. A story on the TV caught her attention and she turned up the sound. It was about the Avengers. Captain America, Steve Rogers, was being interviewed about the day he fought the Winter Soldier at the Triskelion and almost died. They pressed him repeatedly about Bucky Barnes until he got angry and looked at the reporter.
"Bucky Barnes served his country in World War II and fell while in action," he said angrily. "He was taken as a POW by HYDRA, tortured, brainwashed and turned into a weapon. When I fought him he could have killed me but he began to remember who we were to each other and he saved my life. He needs to be brought in and be treated for his torture, then rehabilitated back into society. I will fight every minute for the rest of my life for Bucky."
He continued to glare at the reporter until they stopped recording. Lacey took a deep breath. Maybe he was someone she could ask for help and she impulsively booked a plane ticket to New York on her phone. Somehow she was going to talk to Steve Rogers, even if she had to camp out in front of Stark Tower to do it. The next morning she packed an overnight bag and hailed a cab to the airport. She checked in, using her real ID, and the counter agent looked at her.
"Ma'am, could you please stand aside?" she said quietly. "You have been flagged and someone is coming to speak to you."
"I need to get on this flight," insisted Lacey.
"We will do our best ma'am but it is important that you see this individual first," said the agent, apologetically.
A security guard appeared and Lacey sighed, stepping aside. He escorted her to an office behind the security station and opened a door for her to wait in a room. Five minutes later Agent Jones walked in and Lacey turned away from him in distaste.
"Don't do that," he said testily. "I am trying to help you but it was hard when we didn't know where you were. You booked a flight last night for New York and we waited for you to show up today. Are you meeting Bucky Barnes there?"
"Are you kidding me?" she said, looking at him with disgust. "You think I'm meeting him? I haven't seen him since the day the Russians tried to get the flash drive. I haven't heard from him either."
"Why did you sell your house then?" he asked. "Making a little nest egg to support both of you when you meet up with him again?"
"I am not meeting up with him again," said Lacey angrily. "Why don't you believe me? Bucky told me to sell up so the Russians couldn't find me again. Considering the leak that is likely in the FBI I thought it was good advice and I took it. You did know someone came to the house after I left and went through it? Good thing the buyer wanted the property and not the house."
"Then why go to New York?" he asked, looking at her intently. "What was so important that you had to get there?"
"I wanted to talk to Steve Rogers," she snapped. "You happy? I wanted to tell him that I had encountered Bucky. Then I was going to ask his help in finding a safe place for me to live. What would be safer than living with the Avengers?"
He stared at her and she stared right back at him, fed up with his fixation on Bucky. "That's it?" he asked. "You just figured you could walk up to Stark Tower, ask to see Steve Rogers and they would welcome you with open arms?"
"I'm an ordinary person who has had an extraordinary month since my brother was killed," she replied. "I'm not a criminal genius. It seemed like a good idea at the time. By the way, how goes the investigation into my brother's murder?"
Jones sighed. "I'm not the enemy," he declared. "You have all this anger towards me and I really don't know why. If you say you haven't heard from Bucky then I'll have to believe you. He's still wanted and there is still a shoot to kill order on him." He put up his hand when Lacey began to protest. "I told the CIA how he helped us arrest four heavies in the Russian mob but they dismissed it outright. The flash drive proved your brother's innocence and our forensic accountants are still examining it to determine where the money is." Jones sat back and looked at her again as if deciding his next course of action. She tried her best to ignore him.
"I'm going to give you my personal phone number," he said, taking a card out of his wallet and writing on it. "You were right to be angry at me for not coming for the flash drive sooner. I was under orders at the time and it did endanger your life. For that I am sorry, truly sorry. For what it's worth I think asking Steve Rogers for help is a good idea. You are still at risk from the mob because they likely think your brother told you more than he did. I'm going to escort you to your flight and when you get off the plane in New York there will be an agent who will pick you up and drive you to Stark Tower. His name is Edgar Rodriguez and this is what he looks like." Jones showed her a picture from his phone. "He will set up the meet with Steve Rogers. Whatever happens after that is between you two. Good luck and I do mean it."
The man was as good as his word, walking Lacey to the gate where they were holding the flight for her. When she came off the jet Agent Rodriguez was waiting for her and he drove her straight to Stark Tower, walking her inside to the security station and identifying her as Lacey Williams. A young woman came out of the secure area, greeted her and asked Lacey to come with her to the elevator. As they went up Lacey became nauseous and asked for a washroom so she could vomit. The woman looked at her strangely but showed her to a very well appointed one when the elevator stopped, where Lacey promptly threw up. After rinsing her mouth Lacey thanked her for her patience and followed her to a lounge area where Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were sitting on stools, talking. Both men held out their hands to shake hers and invited her to sit on a sofa while they sat across from her.
"Miss Williams," said Steve. "How can I help you?"
"I saw you on TV last night, sticking up for Bucky Barnes," she said, looking nervously at Tony Stark as she spoke. "I was with him just over a month ago." Both Steve and Tony became very interested. "I found him, injured in my garage. He said he had been cornered by HYDRA here in New York, shot in the leg, had to jump into the Hudson River and swim to Staten Island. My home, at that time, was in Delaware. He stayed with me for a short time, helped me with some repairs to the house then saved my life when some Russian mobsters came to find a flash drive left there by my brother. He was found dead in his car, murdered just after Bucky showed up."
"So, you're just here to update us on Barnes whereabouts?" asked Tony. "Do you know where he is now?"
"No, he left after telling me to call the FBI to pick up the four mobsters," she said. "He was trying to stow away on a container ship to Europe out of either Baltimore or Philadelphia. Whether he did or not is unknown to me."
"I don't understand," said Steve. "You could have called with this information. Why did you want to see me in person?"
"Because I don't know who else to trust," said Lacey, as tears started forming and her throat constricted. "You see, we slept together. I was on the pill and Bucky said he believed he was sterile from everything HYDRA did to him, but I started throwing up a few days ago. I'm pregnant, with Bucky's baby. I took three over the counter pregnancy tests and they all confirmed it. If HYDRA or even the CIA find out I'm afraid they'll come looking for me and the baby."
Both men sat there, their mouths open, then they looked at each other. "Can you prove it's Barnes?" asked Tony, and Steve glared at him. "I know how that sounds and I'm sorry for saying it but how do we know you're not some fortune hunter?"
"Because I already have half a million in the bank after I sold my home to some resort developer, in the event more Russians showed up," began Lacey. "I also have this." She pulled her copy of Pride and Prejudice out and brought out the origami heart, handing it to Steve. "He left this for me. I figured you, of all people, would recognize his handwriting."
Steve looked at it and stood up, looking at it again. He handed it to Tony and walked around considering everything that Lacey had just told him.
"Barnes doesn't know about the baby," stated Tony.
"No, I haven't heard from him since he left," said Lacey. "The message on that heart sounded pretty final to me and I've accepted that. I'm just more concerned about protecting the baby from those who would use him to find Bucky and arrest him."
"They might also want to study the baby," mused Tony to Steve. "A super soldier baby. Bruce thinks the genetic changes from both of your serums would be passed on to any children you have. I know lots of people in the CIA who would want to get their hands on that baby."
"So would HYDRA," said Steve, "especially if they could use it to lure Bucky back."
"Even though he's not in their hands Bucky said HYDRA can still control him," stated Lacey. "A sequence of activation words would make him compliant and he would obey any order they gave him. One of the Russians said the same thing. He hasn't killed since he saved you from drowning, for what it's worth."
"Tony, we need to locate Bucky and bring him in," insisted Steve. "As long as HYDRA has those activation words to control him he's a danger to himself and to us. But if we bring him in we can treat him. At the very least we need to keep Miss Williams here so that no one finds out she's carrying Bucky's baby."
"Who's carrying Bucky's baby?" said a female voice, belonging to Natasha Romanoff, who had just walked in.
It was Tony's turn to glare at Steve. "Natasha, meet Lacey Williams," said Tony. "She claims to be carrying Bucky Barnes' baby. How far along are you?"
"A month," replied Lacey. "I don't claim ... I am carrying his baby."
Natasha sat down and looked critically at Lacey. "How equipped is Bucky?" she asked bluntly of her. Steve and Tony both looked at her in almost horror. She looked back with feigned innocence. "What? He was involved in Red Room training and there were stories."
Lacey turned red in the face. "Very," she admitted as she glanced nervously at the two men. "The biggest I've ever seen. He knew how to use it as well. It was the best sex I've ever had, not that I've had a lot of experience."
"She's been with him," declared Natasha. "I'm sure Bruce can run some test to determine the father. We still have blood samples from Bucky, right? He was supposed to be sterile, they called him...."
"The dud of a stud, he told me," said Lacey.
Natasha tilted her head, a slight smile on her face. "They were filling him with all sorts of chemicals tweaking his physique, among other things," she explained to the men. "Those of us in the Red Room figured all the chemicals they were pumping into him while trying to come up with the perfect assassin probably made him sterile. They wanted him to breed with several Red Room candidates who hadn't had their graduation ceremony. Didn't stop Bucky trying, when he was the soldier of course. When he was not under control he refused to take advantage. Another reason he was a disappointment to them in that regard." She looked at Steve then at Tony. "Lacey is going to live here, right? If HYDRA or the CIA find out about the baby they'll come looking for her. We need to protect them both."
"Alright, she can live here," decided Tony. "But other than Bruce no one else needs to know." They agreed. "Miss Williams, where are you living now? We can provide assistance to you to pack up your things and bring them here."
"Philadelphia, in a furnished bachelor apartment," she replied. "I rented it under my grandmother's maiden name. I just have clothes, books, LPs and and some personal items."
"I'll help you," said Natasha. "It will give us a chance to get acquainted better. Which room, Tony?"
"Are you a morning person or an evening person, Miss Williams?" asked Tony.
"Morning, I guess," replied Lacey. "Just call me Lacey. My mom was a big fan of Cagney and Lacey."
"Give her one facing east, so Lacey can see the morning sun," decided Tony. "You can use the quinjet to fly there and take some help to carry Lacey's things. No point putting her on a commercial jet again when we can get it done faster."
Ninety minutes later Natasha, Clint, and Lacey had packed her things. Clint was only told that Lacey had run afoul of the Russian mob and the FBI couldn't guarantee her safety. He brought a dolly to load the boxes and quietly took load after load to the quinjet. Lacey wrote her notice and dropped it off under the door of the building manager. With Clint at the quinjet controls they were soon back at Stark Tower. He brought all the boxes and records on the dolly to Lacey's quarters then left Natasha to help unpack Lacey's things. Natasha looked at the selection of clothing and mentioned that she had to take Lacey shopping for some new clothes, which Lacey declined since she would need maternity clothes soon enough. Then Natasha saw the origami heart when Lacey took it out of the Pride and Prejudice copy.
"Bucky made this for you?" she asked. "It looks like he never expected to see you again. Surely, you're going to tell him about the baby?"
"I don't know where he is," said Lacey. "We only had the one night, so it's not like we had a commitment going into it. If they find him then I'll consider it but I don't think I will ever see him again."
"Then why have his baby?" asked Natasha gently.
"Because I can't stop thinking of him," admitted Lacey, a tear streaming down her cheek. "If the baby has his eyes then a part of him will always be with me and that will have to be good enough."
"They'll find him," said Natasha, putting her arm around Lacey's shoulders. "I'm sure of it."
Lacey smiled, hoping that Natasha was right. When she joined them all for dinner Tony introduced her as someone who needed protection from the Russian mob. Since the FBI seemed to have a leak they had been asked to keep her in Stark Tower for her own safety. He also announced that she was pregnant but that the father was missing. Everyone was kind to her but she did notice Tony talking privately to another dark haired man with both of them looking at her. She assumed it was about the baby and hoped that she could prove she was carrying Bucky's baby.
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Blood Red
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by azawrites
There is blood everywhere and I am lost in it. I breathe blood, not air🩸
The Red Room has been taken down, Natasha and Yelena are free, hurray! But what happens to the other girls in the program? What happens to the girls who enjoyed the work they did?
Aleksandra Nitkitana is now trying to navigate a world filled with choices, until one mysterious mobster decides to offer Alek everything she could ever dream of. Choices are now being made for her, until a certain lawyer shows her what freedom is and what a loving father-figure can teach you.
TRIGGER WARNING: talks of physical, sexual and mental abuse. Lots of blood talk
I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR ALEKSANDRA NIKITINA, MAVERICK LUCIUS AND LIANA CARTER
ALL COPY RIGHTS GO TO MARVEL
Words: 1477, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M
Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Frank Castle, Wilson Fisk, James Wesley, aleksandra nitkitana, maverick lucius, Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova
Relationships: matt murdock/daughteroc, Frank Castle/Karen Page, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock
Additional Tags: Marvel OC, Daredevil (TV) Spoilers, alek nitkitana, Red Room (Marvel)
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But Time Makes You Bolder (Even Children Get Older)
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by MariClem2018
Kate was Hawkeye's biggest fan, idolizing him even though she knew she could never be a hero like him. That is, until she learned of her families involvement with mobster Wilson Fisk AKA Kingpin. After learning of this, she took it upon herself to take down her own mother and eventually earning the eye of her hero. As she starts out on her journey as a young hero she will discover that things are not always sunshine and rainbows as a superhero. TW for violence and mental health issues.
Words: 54468, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), Hawkeye (TV 2021)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Eli Bradley, Kamala Khan, Cassie Lang, Shuri (Marvel), Maya Lopez, Clint Barton
Relationships: Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff/Wanda Maximoff/Carol Danvers, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Hope van Dyne/Scott Lang, Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Maya Lopez/Kamala Khan/Harley Keener, Melina Vostokoff/Alexei Shostakov
Additional Tags: loose MCU timeline, AU-A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Momma Nat
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Indecent Proposal (16)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen
Warnings: fluff, established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, mentions of drugs/being a junkie (a side-char)
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“We gave you the chance to handle this,” Steve angrily glares at Natasha. “For years we protected you and paid you well. All we asked for was for you to put your dog on a leash.”
“Steve, I told him to stay away from you, and the girl,” Natasha nervously rubs her tired eyes. For half of the night, she tried to convince Steve and Bucky that the nurse at your doctor’s practice has nothing to do with an investigation. “I swear, he’s out of town. Whoever that woman is, she’s not one of us.”
“Oh, we know that she’s not one of us,” Bucky huffs. “She’s a civilian he hired to spy on Y/N and us.” He grits his teeth remembering how scared you were the last time Rumlow stood in front of you. “Five hundred bucks and she was willing to tell him everything he wanted to know.”
“That’s…illegal,” Natasha shakes her head. “I told him to stay away from her, and he hires some woman to spy on your girl. Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck!” Steve growls. “She’s a junkie, Natasha!” He blonde wildly gestures with his hands. “Imagine, she had drugs with her! According to that woman, Rumlow told her to get information out of Y/N. He instructed he to use the drugs she shoots into her veins to loosen Y/N’s tongue!”
“No,” Natasha sits down to cradle her head in her hands. “How could he do this? I believed he was a good cop. You know, not someone like me who forgot about their dignity and honor a long time ago. All the things I did for money.”
“You’ve got a good life thanks to us,” Bucky huffs. “Don’t act as if we are the big bad guys in this game. Our business is not legal, but without us, chaos would consume Brooklyn, maybe even the whole of New York. We keep the normal people safe.”
“Yeah. The heroes in shiny armor and shit,” Natasha sarcastically says. “It’s just.” She sighs deeply. “If you are a dirty cop, you feel bad sometimes. Especially when you work with someone like Rumlow. And now, I find out he’s even worse than me. I’d never hurt a woman, or an unborn child to get information.”
“You know that we would never do such a thing either,” Steve snaps at Natasha. “We never asked you to hurt people, Natasha. All we asked for was to look the other way or manipulate evidence.”
“What will you do now?” She lifts her head to look at Bucky. “Am I expendable now?” Natasha quirks a brow. She made peace with the fact that she would end up dead in a dirty alley sooner than later.
“You’re not expendable, no one is,” Bucky’s features soften for a split-second. “We know that none of this is your fault, Nat. We only ask you for permission to go after Rumlow. We owe you that much.”
Steve huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. He didn’t agree with Bucky but promised to let him take the lead. Natasha and his husband have a past, and he trusts Bucky’s instinct when it comes to the redhead.
“He dug his own grave, didn’t he?” She replies. “I tried to stop him from messing with you two. He didn’t listen to me, or anyone else. If he only did his job, I’d ask you to leave him alone. But Rumlow crossed one too many times to go after you.”
“Good,” Steve simply says. “We will make it look like an accident.”
She nods before looking at Bucky again. “He’s a man possessed, and I don’t know why. I tried to dig a little deeper but found nothing. Maybe you got more luck.”
“I don’t give a shit about his reasons,” Steve spats. “He tried to get close to our pregnant fiancé more than once. This time, he paid a junkie to hurt our girl to get information. This has nothing to do with an investigation.”
“I know,” she snaps back. “I just didn’t want him to end up dead. Okay! I worked with Rumlow for over five years. He trusted me with his life, and that I’ll have his back. It’s not easy for me to let him down!”
“Enough you two,” Bucky yells. “This is about Y/N and our unborn child.” He spits while talking. “This isn’t about revenge or shit. We need to protect her. Let’s find out why he’s after us in the first place.”
“Anything yet, Jensen?” Steve impatiently paces behind the tech expert's back. “We don’t have all day. I need answers.”
“We need answers,” Bucky sighs. “Jake, anything you can give us to calm my husband down?”
“Hmmm…” Jake adjusts his glasses while staring at the monitor. “Nothing on that nurse, slash, junkie. She got arrested a few times.”
“Let me guess,” Steve sneers. “Rumlow arrested her the last time.”
Jake shrugs. “Yup.”
“What about Rumlow and his past? Why is he so obsessed with us? I get that he wants to solve a famous case, but he’s chasing our girl around town.”
“There’s not much to find out about him,” Jake grumbles. “Nothing exciting.”
“No dirt?” Bucky presses on.
“No debts. No fishy transactions,” the tech expert shrugs. “He has a clean slate, guys. Whatever he’s hiding, Rumlow does it very well.”
“Jensen, dig deeper. Find something. Anything,” Steve says. “We need more information to bring him down. Because my beloved husband told our insider that we won’t kill him.”
“Yet,” Bucky corrects. “I promised to not kill him yet. If we can bring him down without killing him, fine by me. If not…he’s dog food.”
“Bucky, the voice of reason,” Steve laughs. “That’s a new one…”
“Where have you been all day?” You yawn. “I’ve missed you. It was so boring without you around. So…what did you do?”
“Nothing important,” Steve watches you press your back against Bucky’s chest. He smiles when Bucky kisses the crown of your hair. “Stevie and I had a few things to discuss with a business associate.”
“Okay,” you smile at Steve. “Now that you are here, can we have a movie night? What do you want to watch? Or do you prefer sports?”
“We can watch whatever you want, doll?” Bucky kisses your hair again. He moves his hand to your still flat belly, imagining you all swollen with their child. “Right, Steve?”
“Of course,” Steve joins you on the bed. He’s still pumped up, and angry but he’ll try to tame his anger for you and Bucky. Tonight, he’ll let Rumlow live.
Tomorrow is another day…
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Congrats on 3k!🥳 Headcannons on being Mob! Nat's EX 😳 go wild...
ty, boo! <3
all you wanted to do was sit back, relax, and drink until your heart gives out on a lovely friday evening
you had gone with your friends to the bar you went to every weekend to relish in the two-day break before work again
but your whole night came crashing down onto you when your ex slid onto the barstool next to yours
the two of you sat there, sipping on the liquor that burned your throat
"you own this bar now too?"
she chuckled, pressing the half-lit cigarette to her lips, "I've owned it for a while now, blossom."
you rolled your eyes and muttered, "of course you have."
natasha leaned in closer and watched as your breath hitched from the breach of space
her lips curled into a smirk while she reached up, placing a loose hair behind your ear
"you're still dazzling, blossom."
your heartbeat wilding across your chest
sure, natasha--the most dangerous person in the room--was your ex, but you still love her
"why'd we break up again?"
she could see the memories flash across your face at the mention
the fights, the yelling, the name-calling, the lonely nights
natasha hid it well, but her stomach sank at your expression
you were the light of her life and she stupidly let you go
"First, I'm not yours anymore. Second, you prioritized your job, remember?"
you chugged the bitter alcohol, feeling the rush sink into your stomach
"nice seeing you, romanoff."
she just sighed, watching your back until you slowly faded away
she let you go, the one person who understands her
the one person who makes her feel whole and makes her feel good
maybe one day you'll return to her again
maybe one day natasha will feel whole
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Crossing Lines (6/?)
Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader
Word Count: 5,199
Recommended: 18+ readers
Summary: A sudden and unsettling event rocks the underworld, and Y/N is immediately called in to prepare for what’s to come. What she isn’t prepared for is James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known as the new head of the Brooklyn mafia clan. When these two get shoved into a world of danger and deceit, will they ever learn to trust each other? Or will they be doomed from the start?
Warnings: Swearing, angst, a wee bit of fluff?, Grant Ward (because he’s his own warning), mentions of violence
A/N: Happy Black Widow Day! I’ve been waiting for this movie to come for so long and unfortunately I won’t be able to watch it tonight😢. But anyways, here’s part six with a surprise character😉 (literally didn’t think of adding her until yesterday). Hope you guys enjoy! This has not been beta read at all. All mistakes are my own. The GIF is not mine, so credit goes to the original creator!
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“Skye, come on! Why the hell did you drive off to the middle of damn nowhere?”
“Just trust me.” She says calmly as she parks the car, completely ignoring my outburst in the process. “And stop complaining, Y/N/N. I know you had another fight with your dad, so I know you wanted to be out of the city.”
“Fine, ok. But what is going on? I’m guessing Ward has no idea what you’re doing.”
“You’re not serious, right? You know he hates me doing anything remotely dangerous.”
“Not that I’m against going behind your boyfriend’s back, but what did you do?” I ask my, running my fingers through my hair.
“So, you know how Ward mentioned HYDRA’s top runner, Crossbones, the other day?” I nod. “Well, I got curious. We know nothing about him, and Ward thinks he can set a trap for him. I just, I just don’t want him to get hurt when I could have done something.”
“And you know if you did this at the Bureau, he’d find out somehow and stop you. Or Gonzales would.” Now she nods. “Alright, but I’m helping you with this. I’ve got a weird feeling about the whole thing and as your partner, it’s my job to keep you safe.”
“You worry too much.” She chuckles. “Besides, I’ll practically be behind my computer screen the whole time. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
“You’re right, I guess. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop worrying though. And why are you still with Ward?” I groan dramatically, causing her to laugh.
“Oh, be nice. He’s not bad once you get to know him.”
“I don’t know. Something about his arrogance just doesn’t settle well with me.” I shrug.
“You’re being over dramatic. He’s great!”
“He better be, he is dating my best friend after all. Now let’s find the next exit, I’m hungry!”
Her laughter echoes in my head as the car moves along the highway.
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I stomp through the halls on a mission. The office was empty, and disturbingly dark and stuffy for nine in the morning. If he’s not in his office there’s only one other place I could imagine him in, his bedroom.
“Please, don’t kill me for this.” I mutter to myself before taking a deep breath and throwing the door open.
My eyes scan the room and zero in on the lump underneath the covers.
“Go away, Steve.” His usually pleasant rough voice is mixed with hints of sleep and something else. I can’t help it that my inner self finds it sexy while I try to stay concerned rather than turned on.
Now’s not the time for a daydream. Focus.
The door shuts with a soft click, giving him the impression ‘Steve’ left. You aren’t that lucky today. I’m no push over! My boot clad feet thud on the wooden floor as I march straight towards the end of the bed. With one strong grip at the end of the comforter, I yank the sheets off his body before turning towards the curtain clad windows.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screeches, trying to pull the blankets back up to cover himself from the cold air of the room. That was nothing. “Hey! What the hell is this, Rogers?” I pull the curtains open; the intense sunlight illuminates the room causing even me to briefly squint.
After successfully finding a single blanket to cover back up with, I notice the fact that Barnes had curled himself into a human ball in the middle of his mattress to block out the light.
“Oh, for fucks sake.” I groan, grabbing onto an edge piece of the fabric. “Get up, now!”
I try to yank it off him in one swift motion, again, but he’s faster than I thought. He springs up into a sitting position, latching on to the blanket I almost had off him, commencing a tug-of-war over the stupid thing. The muscles and veins in his arms flex and bulge, and in normal situations, I’d be impressed. But I’m getting irritated.
“You’re an absolute child.” I grunt as I fight with him.
“Let go, you heathen.” He counters.
At his command, I let go, causing him to fly backwards and bounce slightly on the mattress.
“Dangerous mob boss my ass.” I chide, crossing my arms as he just looks at me with disbelief.
“What do you want, Fury?” He groans, rubbing his eyes.
“Too much for you to comprehend at the moment but let’s start with this. How about you get your head out of your ass, get out of bed, and do your damn job?”
He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“You wouldn’t understand, Fury. And you’re crossing a line here. Get out.”
“It’s Maximoff to you right now. And what don’t I understand, Barnes?” I ask, ignoring his other remark.
“You have some nerve, coming here, into my room. Now get out.” He growls, tossing the blanket away, exposing me to the fact that he sleeps only in a pair of boxers. Damn, suits really don’t do his body justice, but damn does he look good in either.
“You have some nerve thinking this doesn’t concern me.” I snap back, regaining my focus, glad he didn’t catch me staring or was too annoyed to notice.
“And how,” He starts, finally standing up and slowly walking towards me, “Does this concern you?”
His muscles bulge as he crosses his arms, stopping at the foot of his massive king-sized bed. Though, there is an unsway of his body, and the shakiness that was in his hands that doesn’t evade my attention. Where I once noticed stubble, an unkept beard lies in its place. His hair looks knotted, unwashed, and greasy. Overall, he looks like an absolute train wreck.
“How does it not? Furthermore, how does it not concern you?! Barnes when did you last have a full meal, let alone showered!?” I exclaim, looking him over more closely. I can barely see the fact that he’s lost weight, but it’s there, it’s noticeable. The lack of a hot shower is more than just noticeable though.
He scoffs again.
“This is none of your business. Leave.”
“Stop being so fucking defensive with me. And this is my damn business, or have you forgotten the deal you have with my father? With Brooklyn on uneasy ground, especially after losing their last leader, you’re a target for HYDRA to attack. Not to mention the threat of the other mafia clans. And you know damn well that if my father has any idea that your alliance will cost him more than benefit him, he’ll watch you be fed to the sharks. But it just so happens that his daughter is in your territory, which gives you just a bit more wiggle room. However, if you put me in danger, he won’t just watch, he’ll feed you to the damn sharks himself!”
“I know!” He yells, walking closer to me.
“Then start acting like it.” I hiss.
“You don’t understand!” He argues, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Understand what?!”
“I can’t do this without him!”
The room falls into silence, and I stare at him, stunned.
“Okay? I can’t do this without my father. Yes, he’d been preparing me for years. But I always knew I could get advice from him or help if I needed it, once I took over. But this, all of this. I don’t know how to lead my men; I don’t know how prepare us. I don’t even have time to grieve the fact my father, not my boss, is gone forever, and I don’t know how to do this without him.” He chuckles dryly, hands on his hips. “I told you, you wouldn’t understand.” And he’s turning away from me.
“You’re wrong.” I cringe at how shaky and quiet my voice comes out.
“What?”
“You’re wrong.” I repeat firmly. “To think I don’t understand.” The sting of tears forming in my eyes has me pausing to close them and take a deep breath.
When I open them again, Barnes faces me properly with a look of confusion and mild concern.
“No one knows exactly what to do in these situations. But from one ally to another, you have your training, and the people you trust to help you figure it out. And you have your friends. It might not always work the way you planned, but nothing ever really does. You aren’t the only one grieving the death of your father, the men also adored him. Keep that in mind.” I pause, watching him work through what I said to him. “But don’t you dare ever assume I don’t understand grief.” I sneer. “Or how to continue on with the weight of it constantly on my shoulders. You don’t know me. So don’t act like you do.” He gapes at me, like a fish. “Get your shit together Barnes, and get to work.”
I walk out of his room as quickly as I can, letting the door slam behind me. Two corners later and I finally let myself slump against the wall. I gasp for air I didn’t know I needed as I fight back the tears trying to escape. It’s been six months! It was just a stupid dream! Get it together!
When my breathing returns to normal, I pull out my phone. The message from the unsaved number glares at me as I ignore it, again, and type out a message to another party.
“Meet me at the shore this afternoon. More details will be given soon. Bring the info you have gathered and don’t tell the boss.”
The response is almost immediate.
“Understood.
He’s getting antsy about the report...”
I groan to myself as I push off the wall. He’ll just have to wait longer.
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The zippers of my backpack nearly shriek as I pull both of them together quickly. I’ve been frustrated with my more legal job before, but this is something different.
Why the fuck are they making me go to a check in with the case officer this early? A month! I’m supposed to have a month to gain traction and trust in the role they requested of me! They should know that it isn’t safe to possibly expose an undercover operative at all, why would they risk it this early on?!
I growl to myself under my breath as I lace up my boots, aggravated that they’re risking the objective of this mission. If I get made, my father will also lose the alliance, HYDRA might learn of my role in the government and go into hiding, and that’s a lot of fuck up that doesn’t need to happen. Gonzales better either know what he’s doing or have good intel for me.
I swing the backpack up on my shoulder, just as someone knocks on the door.
“Give me a second.” I call, letting the pack flop onto my bed.
I’m surprised to find Natasha on the other side of the door, waiting with her arms crossed patiently.
“Come on in.” I say before she can speak, nodding to the inside of my room.
She raises an eyebrow in suspicion but walks in anyways. She turns to face me just and the door closes.
“All I was going to say was that Barnes is requesting everyone to head to the warehouse, but I’m guessing there’s something else?”
I nod. “I got called for a check in.” I tell her with an eyebrow raised, not needing to tell her who I’m referring to.
“This soon?”
“I’m hoping to get something worth the risk for this, but my gut says otherwise.”
She hums to herself in thought as she processes.
“I can get you a cover this time.” She states sharply. “But they need to get their act together. The cover might work just enough, but there are still people in here who don’t trust you, yet.”
“They might never.” I shrug. “But I agree with your risk assessment. I’m prepared to chew out whoever it is.”
She smirks, then motions towards my door. “Get to the warehouse and leave your things here for now. I’ll make the arrangements.”
I give her a small smile before we’re both walking off in different directions.
The warehouse is packed with people, many of which I don’t recognize, all of whom are engaging in loud conversations. I begin to push my way through the crowd, though I don’t make it too far as I feel a hand grab onto my arm. When I turn towards the pull, Drax smiles at me, motioning for me to follow him. I laugh quietly to myself as people practically jump out of Drax’s way. When we stop, I spot Carol not too far away and walk over to her.
“For the record,” She says, not even looking at me. “This is odd for us too.”
“Is this everyone?” I ask, confused.
She scoffs. “No, there are still those on patrols or jobs that aren’t here. But I’m sure they’ll be brought up to speed, on whatever this is, later.”
I hum as an answer, my eyes scanning the crowd of faces, seeing who I’ll recognize. I just make out Rollins’ silhouette as the voices begin to fall silent. Barnes stands in front of the gathering on a small platform, Rogers and Wilson flank him on either side. He looked a lot better than what I saw earlier. His beard trimmed back to a five o’clock shadow, his hair washed, brushed, and tied into a small bun behind his head, and there was strength in his body showing that he was able to eat since I last saw him. If I hadn’t seen him this morning, I wouldn’t have believed anything was wrong in the first place.
Standing behind the three mafia men, I see Barton, the two Odinson brothers, and five other men and one woman that I don’t recognize. Natasha casually merges in with the group at the last second.
“Many of you have taken note of my absence recently.” Barnes starts talking, his voice booming across the warehouse, commanding everyone’s full attention. It sends a thrill down my spine that I suppress. “And I am aware of the rumors that have been spreading regarding such absence.
“I was reminded earlier today that I was as close to my father as he was with many of you, maybe just a little closer. And yes, I’ve been grieving. But that grief has not blinded me to the enemy that is still out there, just as it has not blinded you.
“The enemy that has let their guard down because HYDRA thinks it has weakened us!” Grumbles of disapproval make him pause. “But they have not weakened us! This clan, this family, is not weakened by the grief of our leader. We are angered, enraged, that they dare try to cross us.” He pauses, listening to the murmurs of agreement of his people. “They have no idea what awaits them. Since the fall of George Barnes, they’ve expected us to kneel before them, begging for mercy. But they will be the ones begging. Their days are number because we will find them, and we will bury every last one of them as we watch HYDRA burn!”
The men begin to shout out their support, the roar almost sounds deafening to my ears, but I follow their lead, yelling with them. Barnes holds up his hand, and the crowd silences.
“Get a move on. We have work to do.” The warehouse erupts in applause, shouts of affirmation, threats to HYDRA, and anything of the sort.
The men begin to clear out of the warehouse, and Carol motions for me to follow her before walking towards Barnes.
“It’s good to see you again, boss.” She tells him with a smile, one he reciprocates before glancing at me. “I was wondering if I’d be able to take new girl around for a drive. Just to show her around our territory.”
“That’ll have to wait, Danvers.” Natasha cuts in, before turning to me. “Let’s go.”
She’s walking away before Barnes or Danvers, who both share a curious glance with me, can say anything. I only slightly hesitate before hurrying after her.
“Thank you.” I mutter once we’re out of the warehouse.
“Don’t thank me, yet. The boss will have questions.”
“Hopefully it’ll be worth it. If it isn’t, I’m gonna chew out whatever unlucky soul is sent.”
“I have no doubt of that.” She replies, and I can hear a hint of a smirk in her voice.
We near one of the doors that serve as an exit to the base, and I see my backpack sitting at the bottom of it.
“Know you way around?” She asks as I swing the backpack over my shoulder.
“Well enough. It shouldn’t be too hard.” I say, shrugging.
“Good. If you do get lost, call me,” She hands me a piece of paper with a number on it. “And I’ll sent someone for you. Good luck.”
“Thanks.” I nod, folding the paper up and slipping it in the back pocket of my jeans.
She nods back, then walks away. I take a deep breath before throwing the door open and walking out in the direction of the nearest subway. When I’m a decent way away from the warehouse, I pull out my phone.
“Brooklyn Bridge Park, Pier 2, two hours.” I press send on the text before placing a call, one I admittedly should have done earlier.
“About damn time!” I cringe at the tone in his voice but carry on as if I didn’t piss him off.
“I thought I wouldn’t have any contact with the Family. But everything’s going well. There was a slight issue, but I handled it and everything’s back to the way it should be.” I say over the noise of the street traffic.
“What issue? And why are you calling in public?”
“I was called in.” I grumble into the phone.
“Already?”
“Yes, but I swear if this is a waste of time, whoever I’m meeting is getting an earful.”
“I’d be concerned if they didn’t. But what issue?”
“It’s been fixed, it doesn’t matter, but I need a copy of the contract.” I state firmly, hopefully distracting him from the other thing.
“Y/N, you know-”
“Father!” I take a breath, so I don’t start arguing with him in public. “I need that copy. If I’m going to be doing this, I need to know every single condition, and every term.”
The other end of the line is silent, and I know he’s thinking things over.
“Alright. But in turn, when I ask for an update, you give me one that fucking day. Understood?”
“Yes.” I mumble, hating feeling like a scolded child.
“Good.”
“I’m getting on the subway, I have to go.”
“I expect an update tomorrow.”
“Yes sir.” I hang up the phone and let out a deep sigh before walking down the stairs.
As the subway approaches, my phone chimes and I glance at the text.
“Understood. I’ll see you there.”
The meeting place my case officer chose, a quaint little coffee shop, is two blocks away from my stop. The amount of people on the sidewalks has me wishing for my bike as I squeeze in between people, and there are several times I wished to shove the slow walkers out of my way when I couldn’t pass. Honestly being stuck in traffic was a bit more enjoyable to being stuck behind of group of gossiping women.
I come up to the corner of the street, where the shop is located, and spot its cute little sign. As I cross the street, I happen to take a glance in the window and immediately find a face I recognize.
“You got to be shitting me.” I growl to myself.
The door chimes as I walk through, and I head towards the table.
“Fancy seeing you here.” I grumble as I take a seat, using the heel of my boot to put pressure on the toes of his foot.
“Right, well,” He coughs, covering up a wince as he pulls his foot away from mine. I smirk to myself. “Considering I called for this, I’m not really surprised.”
“Ward, you son of a bitch.” I hiss, quiet enough not to draw attention, as I kick his shin sharply. “You’re an idiot. You better have a good reason for doing this Grant.”
He visibly winces and adjusts himself before clearing his throat to address me.
“As your case officer, I don’t need to explain this to you.”
“You do when you compromise my position. This was way too early!” I hiss before clearing my throat, remember not to cause a scene. “Do you have information for me or not?”
“We’ll get to that in a second. Look, if Skye was still alive, she’d want-”
“Yeah, well she’s not here. How does your new girlfriend, what was it, Kara, feel about you still being hung up on your dead ex?”
“Do not bring her into this.” He hisses, before straightening up and burying any hint of annoyance until there is barely any emotion visible on his face. I hate when he does this, it unnerves me how easy it is for him each time. “Here.” He states before putting a thin file on the table for me to grab. “This is everything that we’ve been able to find out about them recently.”
I swipe it off the tabletop and gently toss it into my backpack, without opening the folder.
“Hopefully, I don’t see you again anytime soon. This better not become a regular thing with you.” I mumble before getting up and ordering a cup of coffee to-go.
As I walk out of the store, I almost bump into a blonde woman that was on her phone. Luckily for both of us, the coffee didn’t spill. After a few seconds of hurried apologies, and foreign curse words on her end, I hurry to the station, hoping I won’t have to wait that long for my ride.
When I get to the park, I decide to wander around for a little bit. It feels good to be out in fresh air inside of being inside a building for the entire day. The clouds look fluffy and soft, the breeze is cool on my face, and the sun feels just warm enough to enjoy without sweating to death. I stop once I get to Pier 2 and just find myself leaning on the railing of the pier, looking out onto the river and the skyscrapers on the other side.
While I wait, I decide to enter Natasha’s number into my phone, then letting the piece of paper fall into the water of the river, the safest way to dispose of it. After I can no longer see the white of the paper, I return my gaze to my father’s city.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you like this.”
“Like what?” I ask, looking towards the voice.
“Content. Happy, even just a little bit.” She says with a small smile while moving to stand beside me.
“It’s the little things like this that make me happy, May. It helps me forget about the mess that is my life, even just for a few minutes.”
She hums and we just stand in silence for a moment.
“What have you been able to find?” I ask, breaking the silence and going into business mode.
“Not much. I doubt it’ll be much help to you.”
“A little may be what I need. I still have some of her research. At this point I just need anything on him.”
“Having nightmares about her again?” She asks, concerned.
It causes me to smile, even just a little bit. Sure, my father hired her, but she has always remained loyal to me, more so than to the family. Though, I have no doubt that if she had any concern about me, she’d go talk to my father.
“More like memories. Still, they leave me feeling restless because I haven’t been able to find a lead on this guy. Skye was getting close, I know that. Which is the only explanation as to why she was killed.”
She hums again. “Still not planning on telling your father?”
I scoff. “After he basically called me paranoid for looking into Ward? No. If he finds out I haven’t let this go like he thinks, he’s going to ask questions. Questions I’m not ready to answer. Not only that, but if he finds out I contacted you while on assignment, I’d get my head chewed off. I’m technically not even allowed to contact him, yet here we all are.”
She nods with a slight chuckle, then pulls a file out from underneath her jacket and hands it to me.
“I’ll keep checking in with my contacts on the street to see if anything new about him surfaces, but until then, this is all I have.”
I stare at the closed file for a moment, before sliding that into my backpack as well.
“Thank you again, May.” She smiles briefly before nodding.
“You should get out of here, before anyone questions why you’ve been gone for a while.” I nod and push away from the railing. “Oh, and Y/N?” I turn back around. “Stay safe.”
“You too, May.” I call back, walking away.
A flash of blonde hair in the corner of my eye has me pause for a second, but when I see nothing, I shrug to myself and keep going. It must have been in my head.
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The door to my room shuts and I feel my body sag from the exhaustion of the day. I let my backpack slip to the ground with a soft thud and shuffle towards my bed. When my back meets the cool sheets of the mattress, a deep sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, finally enjoying a bit of rest. But, there’s a knock at my door that has me groaning loudly.
“Of course.” I grumble under my breath.
When I open the door, I’m very surprised to find Thor standing on the other side with a slight scowl on his face.
“Follow me.”
I do so, hesitantly, letting the door slowly click shut before catching up to him. The walk is silent, and for some reason, I feel uneasy for the first time since I walked in here. He leads me through the halls, and I find myself recognizing where we are going. James Barnes’ office.
Thor opens the door and motions for me to step inside, and I do, trying to maintain a façade of confidence. And I’m grateful for it, because the glare Barnes wears as he watches me enter almost has me reeling backwards. He sits behind his desk, looking regal, deadly, and in charge. No trace of friendliness shows on his face.
What really throws me for a loop is the petite redhead curled on his lap, her well-manicured nails raking through his hair in almost a possessive manner. The sight makes something churn uncomfortably in my stomach, and by the smirk on her face, she knows it too.
I look away from her, finding Rogers and Wilson in their places behind Barnes, leaning against the wall. Natasha stands off to the right, near the only window in the office.
“Dot, leave.” He says stiffly, not removing his gaze from mine.
“But Bucky Boo-”
“Now.” He growls, ignoring her high-shrieked protest. This is the infamous Barnes I’ve heard about on the streets.
She huffs in irritation, untangling herself from Barnes’ lap and starts stomping out of the room like a child throwing a small tantrum. She brushes past me, giving me the death glare on her way. I simply raise an eyebrow at her retreating form until the door shuts behind her.
“Lovely person, Bucky Boo.” I mutter under my breath, turning back around. “I haven’t looked at the information I was given, yet. I only just got back to the compound.” I say to Barnes, assuming that’s what got him so miffed.
“How was the meeting?” He asks, completely ignoring my remark, irritation still evident.
“I wanted to shove Ward’s head through the window only a few times. So, fairly well, I guess. Still pissed off he’s assigned as my case officer though.” I shrug still not seeing the point of this.
I see Barnes’ eye twitch and hear the soft click of the door closing. I turn around to see the blonde that I almost walked into on the sidewalk from earlier, and everything falls into place. With a click of my tongue in understanding, I turn back around towards Barnes.
“You had me followed.” I state.
“Yelena Belova, Nat’s sister, was sent to keep an eye on you. Make sure you stayed safe.”
“Hmmm. Interesting.” I hum towards the ground, frustrated that I didn’t see that coming earlier, as my hands find purchase on my hips, my nails digging into the fabric of my shirt.
“Imagine my surprise when I got a message saying you weren’t on your way back after the drop off, but was going to meet someone else.”
“Yeah, and I’m not telling you why.” I fire back stubbornly, my hands still on my waist.
Barnes blinks rapidly, shocked, because I didn’t deny it, that I said no to him so easily, or maybe because of something else completely. Whatever the reason, he recovers quickly. A scowl now twisting up his features.
“We had a deal with your f-”
“I’m not the one that needs reminder of that deal, it seems.” I snap. “What I did today, was for reasons you aren’t entitled to.” His scowl deepens. “Now, I could give you some information about it. If you were to tell me something in return.”
“And what’s that?” He growls, but willing to play my game.
“The last crate I picked up on my assignment.” Recognition dances over his eyes. “Yeah, it’s about that. Tell me what was in there because I know for a fact it wasn’t the shit on the manifest. That was just a cover. You tell me what the shipment was, and I’ll tell you what I was given.”
He clenches his jaw, but doesn’t say a word. I wait for a moment before nodding, more to myself than him.
“You’ll get the info the Bureau sent me, once I make sure it’s actually useful.”
I turn and exit the office quickly, no one saying a word to me before the door closes. My nails dig into my palms as I stomp back to my room, pissed off at the day I’ve had. My door slams shut, and I begin pacing the floor of my room. Anger flows through my veins like a fire that can’t be stopped. I had at least thought I was gaining some ground with Barnes and even some of the others, but apparently not. The only reason he let me go free is because of that stupid deal.
One thing’s certain after tonight, though. James Barnes is not to be trusted.
Part 7
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Ghost Captain chapter 5
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Chapter 4 here
Warnings: non at the moment
Natasha and Bucky were left behind dump founded. First, they thought they were going to have to fight but when they found you, you were completely out of it. Then the speedster appeared and took you away within seconds of arriving in the control room, not before taking a drop f their blood. Why would you need that?
“am I the only one confused by that?” Bucky asked. Recovering from her frozen state Natasha walked over to the computer, hoping something was useful was left behind.
“you are not the only one.” She tells Bucky while skimping over the file that was left open, in your hast to get away you had forgotten about the computer. Natasha figured it had something to do with your shocked state. Reading through it she could understand your reaction.
“Bucky I think you’re going to want to read this.” Natasha muttered after reading the whole file. She almost couldn’t phantom the content herself as she waited for Bucky to read the file. The emotions on his face changed when he read through it.
“Natasha, does this mean that she is our…” Bucky couldn’t even finish his sentence, the word sounding so foreign for him but Natasha understood what he wanted to say.
“I don’t know Bucky. I do want to know the answer though. For Stark’s sake, I hope he has the results from that DNA when we get back.” Natasha hissed, being mad at herself. How could she not know she had a child? Not only that but a child with Bucky. HYDRA had done some crazy things but creating a child for the sole purpose of being a weapon they could use for evil took everything they had ever done and multiplied it by ten.
“come on, let’s go back to the tower and start figuring this out.” Bucky whispered in Natasha’s ear, slinging his human arm around her. Even though she would never admit it he knew she could use the comfort right now. Whole her adult life Natasha never thought she would have a legitimate child of her own after the Red Room and then suddenly learning you had a possible child somewhere would put everyone psyche to the test.
When the files were put on USB they left the abandoned compound, intend on finding more answers back home and looking for a way to find you.
You wanted answers and the only place you knew that could give you them was Wakanda. If anybody could amylase those samples fast it would be Shuri, you also knew she wouldn’t lie to you. That is why you immediately set course for Wakanda.
Wanda stayed close to you the whole flight, Pietro in the meantime informed Zrinka the three of you would be away from a little longer than planned.
“talk to me Lubjeve.” Wanda whispered against your collarbone, cuddling into you to give you the most affection without scaring you. She was afraid if she talked to load she would scare you again. She didn’t like how stiff you had gone the longer the flight took.
You got lost in your mind was not an ideal situation for anybody right now.
“I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know what to think right now.” You confess, gaze never wavering from the spot on the wall you had been fixated on for the past hour.
“then tell what you do know, maybe I can help and putting everything in perspective and help you deal with it.” Wanda knew that sometimes you needed some time to put all your thoughts to move through it.
“I want to believe it you know. It’s the most I have ever found about me before the ghost’s experiments. But accepting that means I also have to accept who they list as my parents and I don’t know if I can deal with that.” The words coming out of your mouth didn’t seem to stop the moment you started. Wanda has always been good at making you confront your thoughts and feelings and not letting you bottle them up.
“what does the file say who your parents are?” Wanda asks taking your mind temporarily from your conflict.
“The file says I was created by combining the DNA of the Winter Soldier and The Black Widow” you let the information hang in the air for a bit, both with yourself and with Wanda. Wanda seemed to be faster to accept it than you were.
“Okay that is a lot to take in but would it be so bad of an outcome? At some level, I can see it.” Wanda commented, making you gawk at her, how could she be so okay with this so fast.
“We know they were once a part of HYDRA before they joined the Avengers, they were their strongest assets before deflecting. So it only seems normal that they are your parents to create this beautiful person in front of me.” Wanda smiles sweetly while stroking your cheek. You couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her.
“you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would do without you.” You whisper against her lips before kissing her again.
The moment is broken however when Pietro announces that the jet is about to land at the palace and that T’challa and Shuri are waiting.
“come on, let’s get some answers so when can put your mind at ease and we can figure out what to do next.” Wanda says squeezing your knee, getting up and pulling you up with her. You slump into her, taking in her scent to help calm you down. You wanted to know and you didn’t want to know at the same time.
Before the door opened you put on a neutral face, you may have a good relationship with the royal family of Wakanda, T’challa didn’t have the best relationship with the Winter Soldier after he killed the former king. Things could get awkward when Bucky Barnes turned out to be our father.
Walking of the bridge you were immediately greeted by Shuri, T’challa and their mother.
When Shuri saw the three of you she squealed and ran toward Wanda and pulled her into a tight hug.
“Wanda, Pietro, (Y/N) I’m so glad to see all of you again. That last batch of Vibranium was the last one missing and we have everything back now.” Shuri kept on talking in the same upbeat tone.
You didn’t dislike Shuri, you quite liked her but her upbeat mood was exhausting and you just couldn’t keep up with her for very long because she gave you a headache after a while. Wanda liked to talk to Shuri, she doesn’t have the chance to speak with girls around her age very often. So you liked to give her every opportunity she wanted to have.
Before you and Pietro were acknowledge again by the genius, T’challa and his mother had already left and the four of you were already back at the girl’s lap. She and Wanda were gossiping the entire time.
Pietro looked at you and smirked making kissy faces at you, trying to tell you how whipped you were for his sister. Knowing she is the only person I would let you tell what to was Wanda. You punched him in mock anger and soon the two of you were locked into a wrestling matching rolling around the floor.
Wanda and Shuri looked at the scene in front of them and Wanda couldn’t help but shake her head. She lived with children but she loved the both of you and wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Are they always like this?” Shuri asked Wanda as she looks at you and Pietro trading upper position every few moments. Giggling while she did.
“Unfortunately yes. I live with children.” Wanda said chuckling joining Shuri. This made you and Pietro look up, a little offended at her words.
“hey!” Pietro and you said at the same time, looking at the two girls with your best puppy dog eyes. Instead of summoning the sympathy the two of you wanted the two girls just laughed.
After composing yourself and hauling Pietro up you went down to business.
“So why have the three of you come here? None of you are known to make social visits, alto I hope you would do it more often. Life is so dull around here.” Shuri says after you settle down next to Wanda, Pietro loitering around.
“I have a favour to ask off you Shuri.” You say in a sincere tone, taking the two drops of blood samples out of your pocket and handing them over to the young genius.
“I would like you to run a DNA test on these drops of blood samples and compare them to mine.” Shuri immediately sobbers up, taking the samples from you and getting to work immediately. Leaving you and the twins to your own devices.
Natasha and Bucky were anxious to get back to the tower. Even after reading the file, Natasha’s head was filled with ‘what if's. after she had settled down with the Avengers and her and Bucky had entered into a serious relationship, she had wondered what life would have been having she not gone through the Red Room graduation.
She had never gotten her hopes up until she read your file.
There was a small possibility that she had a daughter, a daughter with Bucky. It was a thought she hadn’t placed yet, so she did what she did best. She buried her emotions until she had definitive evidence to prove or disprove them.
Bucky also didn’t know how to feel about the whole daughter thing but he had seen Natasha gone cold on the flight home. Instead of breaking his head over it, he decided to comfort Natasha until they had answers. Then he would see how he felled over all of this.
For now, he would look after Natasha by engulfing her in his embrace and pulling him closer into his chest.
“what are we going to do if this information is true?” Natasha's voice sounded gruff with unshed emotions.
“I don’t know Nat. let’s first test the DNA and go from there. If it’s real then we find her. I don’t think she knows herself, HYDRA isn’t big on sharing with their assets. Maybe if we talk to her we can convince them we like to get to know them.” Bucky spoke, even if he wasn’t sure of his own words he had hope.
After he had gotten his memories back, became an Avengers and started something with Natasha he wanted a family. Now that the opportunity presented itself it scared him.
The moment the couple arrived back at the tower and walked into the building, they were met by an excited Tony Stark.
“what the matter Stark. I’m not in the mood for long scientific explanations right now.” Natasha says, dragging a heavy hand over her face. Feeling the exhaustion of the last hours. Not noticing, or wanting to notice how agitated The Black Widow was tony dragged the two former assassins toward his lab.
There on his 3D monitor are 3 DNA strands projected. Natasha and Bucky take a seat around the projection as Tony takes one of his tablets and starts pushing in buttons.
“Why are we here Stark?” Bucky asked. This seemed to encourage Tony and she started talking.
“So after the two of you left, I and Bruce inspected the DNA we got from ‘The Captain’s ‘clothes. First, we compared it against every known database of SHIELD to see if they encountered her in the past before. We also observed the DNA itself, to see if it was modified and boy was it.” Tony rambled on, getting on Natasha’s nerves the more he talked.
“get to the point Stark.” Natasha cut him off and levelled him with one of her glares. That seemed to sober up the billionaire.
“right. So the databases didn’t match anything. Then I set it to anything lower than 100% comparison. We got two hits.” Bucky and Natasha held their breath as the answer they had been waiting for the whole journey home were about to be answered.
“it seems the match was with the two of you. So I guess you have a daughter, congratulations?” Tony says, making some kind of jazz hands.
“it seems the DNA you gave me matched you for 50% to Natasha and Bucky from the Avengers. So I guess you are related.” Shuri tells you. Letting you the breath you were holding, not knowing if you should be happy or not.
Chapter 6
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Snake Eyes - part thirteen
Pairing: mob!Bucky x reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: ‘Snake eyes’ meaning the worst possible result, a complete lack of success. Getting caught up between two of the biggest mobs in the city was never how you expected your night to go, and falling for a mob boss can only end in disaster.
A/N: fluff! fluff! fluff! the part we’ve all been waiting for!
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Part 12
You noticed you were on your sofa when your eyes fluttered open at the light filtering into the room. You attempted to move your arm to block out the harsh rays falling in from your window but something stopped you. Well, more like someone’s large arm was wrapped around you.
You let out a small groan as you turned your head to the side, you realised you were using Bucky’s shoulder as a cushion and your face was now pressed into his neck. He still smelled like him, with a hint of your own scent mixing with it.
You thought back onto last night, how you’d ordered the takeaway and decided to put on another film for the two of you to watch. Bucky chose it, but you didn’t recognise the title. It didn’t matter to you anyway. All you could focus on was how close Bucky was sitting to you and the arm that he had draped across your lap. His fingers were mindlessly drawing delicate patterns on your leg and it caused goosebumps every time.
After that first kiss, it seemed like Bucky couldn’t get enough. Throughout the film, he’d turn his head towards you and place a chaste kiss against your cheek, occasionally turning your face to his so he could kiss your lips.
He always started by asking if it was okay to kiss you but that soon stopped after you happily reciprocated each one.
Never did you think it would come to this point, it was all happening so quick but you weren’t complaining. This softness from him was something you’d longed for since you’d started working with him, even if you hadn’t truly known it yourself.
You were brought out of your thoughts by Bucky’s body shifting underneath you. His chest rumbled as he let out his own groan and stretched out his back, yet he still kept a tight grip on you so your body didn’t venture too far from his.
You shifted your head so you were looking into his face and it wasn’t long before he opened his pretty eyes to meet yours. Instantly, a smile spread across his face and he leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips. You couldn’t help smiling into it.
“I could wake up like this every day,” Bucky said gently. You hummed, still staring at his soft features. “You could, if you wanted to,” you suggested, knowing it was a long shot after what he said last night.
“Y/N,” he sighed, shifting so you were now both sat up on the sofa.
“Bucky, no, I’m not letting you run away from all this,” as much as you wanted to protect Bucky from the world, a little tough love went a long way, and you weren’t going to let him be all sweet with you and then leave you on your own.
“Your Commandos need you, the reason they’re all together is because of you and you’re willing to just leave them behind after all that you’ve done for each other?” You kept your voice calm and when Bucky didn’t say anything you carried on. “What about Steve? What would he think of this?”
You knew by the change in his body language that you had hit a nerve by mentioning Steve. Well, whatever it took to get him to stay, right?
“Steve will understand, he always does,” Bucky tried to reason but you weren’t letting it pass. “Steve will understand his best friend leaving him and letting him clean up the mess you’ve made? You can’t do that to him and you know you can’t.”
Bucky simply huffed, he knew you was right, he just didn’t want to admit it. Running away from all this seemed like the easy thing to do right now and all he’d ever wanted was an easy life. He waited for a second, before turning his body to face yours and taking your hand in his.
“What happens if I stay? What happens when HYDRA or the police crack what’s happened and come after me, if either one of them gets to me, no one will ever see me again, I’ll either be dead or rotting in prison, what’s that worth?”
You could tell he’d been thinking about this a lot but you didn’t want to lose him. You still stood by the fact that here was the safest place for him.
“You can’t leave, I won’t let you,” you knew it was childish, but what else did you have left. Bucky chuckled at you and shook his head, “you won’t let me?” He quirked one of his eyebrows up and continued to stare at you.
You gave him one simple nod, matching his stare with your own. There was a moment shared between you before either one of you moved, and then Bucky leaned forward and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t resist him, so you kissed him for as long as he would allow until he pulled back with slightly swollen, pink lips.
“You’re going to do that to a girl and then just leave her? You’ve got a cold heart, Barnes,” maybe you were just being selfish but you wanted more than anything for him to stay and if he really had those feelings for you, why would he want to run away from them?
“Y/N, don’t say that,” he sounded defeated and you knew you were finally getting through to him. “It seems like it’s that way though, Bucky,” you were soft with him, you didn’t want to break him anymore than he already was.
“Please stay, Buck, at least come back to your house and see the gang, if you won’t listen to me maybe they can convince you?” You were hopeful he would agree, this was your last straw and if he didn’t come with you, you had nothing left to convince him to stay.
“Okay,” was all he said before you squealed and wrapped him up in your arms.
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You arrived outside Bucky’s home in your small car. It seemed like nothing compared to Bucky’s and you were surprised it could still drive after not being used for so long. Bucky seemed to love it even though he only just fit inside.
You had showered and changed into proper clothes and it felt nice to feel and look like yourself again after a week of letting yourself go.
Bucky held the door open for you to enter his home first and followed closely behind you. No one was in the entrance and you both paused there for a minute. Bucky’s warm hand found it’s way into yours and you looked at him as you gave it a small squeeze.
You both silently made your way through the house and as you reached the second floor, you heard the murmur of voices from down the hall in the common room. The door was closed as you approached and you allowed Bucky to go first this time.
He slowed pushed it open and the conversation soon came to a halt as the Commandos saw who was making their way inside.
“Bucky,” Steve breathed out before quickly making his way over to his best friend and wrapping him up in his arms. Everyone else in the room were standing up to greet their friend so you squeezed your way passed the two hugging men to enter the room properly.
“Y/N!” Natasha’s voice rang out above the chatter in the room and you suddenly felt her strong body crashing into yours, engulfing you in a bear hug. You both let out a laugh and you didn’t know how long you stayed like that for.
She pulled away but still kept her hands on your shoulders, her eyes were scanning you. “You look so good, oh my word,” she couldn’t believe how well you looked compared to just yesterday and she knew it was all Bucky’s doing.
Once everyone had greeted the two of you, you both sat down on the small two seat sofa that was the only one available in the room. Bucky put his arm around the back of the seat and let his hand brush against your shoulder and when you caught Natasha’s eye, you could tell she’d noticed his actions with the way she was looking at you.
“We were all so worried about you, Buck,” it was Steve that spoke first. “We tried looking everywhere for you, and when we heard about Rumlow, we didn’t know what to do.”
You let them all talk it out, not getting involved in any of it. This was their time and Bucky needed to explain everything that had happened, which he did, even his queries about wanting to leave.
He admitted everything about Rumlow and where he’d been and what he’d been doing. He even said something he hadn’t mentioned to you.
“I dealt with Pierce as well,” he mumbled out. Confused looks were shared around the room. “Pierce? As in your dad’s friend Pierce?” Scott rambled out for everyone. Bucky nodded, “yes, Y/N told me he was involved with HYDRA and it checks out, so he’s gone now as well.” Bucky sent you a quick smile as he mentioned your name.
“Oh, look at you Y/N, you’re practically a Commando now,” Sam cheered and you laughed along with him. Bucky nodded along before nudging your shoulder. “You can join us if you want?”
You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not but when he didn’t laugh after a few moments, your eyebrows furrowed. “Really?” You questioned. Bucky simply nodded, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.
“Woah Bucky, earlier you wanted to leave and now you want me to join your mob?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he couldn’t have been serious about this. “Well, these guys and you have made me realise I have everything that I need and want right here, and you can all keep me safe from whatever comes our way.”
Bucky sent a warming smile to everyone sat listening to him. “Plus, I don’t want to give you up either, and I think everyone would murder me if I didn’t let you into our little family.”
You chuckled as everyone agreed with the statement and when you looked back at Bucky, he was already gazing at you, waiting for your answer. “So you’re asking me to be part of your family before you ask me to be your girlfriend?” You counter and you heard a small “ooo” coming from Natasha’s direction.
You kept your gaze with Bucky though, intrigued as to what he was going to say. “I mean, becoming part of the family is practically becoming my girlfriend,” he tried to counter but you just raised your eyebrows at him and he caved.
“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend and also become part of the family?” Bucky huffed dramatically but you could see the hope in his eyes as he waited for you to answer. You smiled, “yes, I guess I will.”
You paused a moment, ���wait, you’re not going to make me go out and shoot people, are you?” Maybe it was a bad idea just blindly agreeing to part of a mob. Everyone laughed though and Bucky shook his head, “of course not, it’s just for the title.” You let out a sigh of relief.
The room was then filled with cheers from the rest of the Commandos as Bucky pulled you into his chest. “You’re the best,” he mumbled into your hair before placing a kiss there. You didn’t get to share your moment for long before the group were ushering you both out of the door and down to the dining room. Apparently it was dinner time, and they were starving.
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It was into the evening when you were back in your bedroom in Bucky’s home when Bucky himself sauntered in. “Why are you in here?” He questioned, sitting on the bed as you came to stand in front of him. You eyed him slightly before responding. “This is my room?” It sounded more like a question but you didn’t know where he was going with it.
“Do you not want to come and stay with me?” A smirk was making it’s way onto his face and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him and attempt to walk away. He grabbed you by the waist however, and pulled you back towards him, chuckling.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just thought you’d want to share the room with me,” you couldn’t help but want to melt at his soft voice and kind actions. You had been thinking about asking him to share a room, you just didn’t know how to go about it.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” you responded in the same tone and smiled down at him. “Also, I want to show you something.” Bucky said, and with that he stood up and took your hand in his, before leading you down the hall to his room.
Once you were both inside, he closed the door and settled on the bed next to you, pulling something out of his back pocket. “A phone?” You questioned, looking down at the phone that was identical to the one you were given last time.
“I think it’s time that your mum heard from you,” he was gentle as he spoke but he knew this had to be done. You were silent for a while before taking the phone from his outstretched hand and made your way onto the contacts.
The only one in there was your mother’s and you hesitated a little before pressing on it. Bucky sent you a smile before leaving you alone. You needed your time and he didn’t want to impose on the emotional moment that was about to come.
The phone rang 4 times before you heard someone pick up on the other side. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you waited for the voice to answer.
“Hello?” The familiar voice and one word was all it took for you to start crying. “Mum?” You managed to get out between sobs and that’s when you heard your mum gasp and say your name.
Not much was said throughout the phone call. You made sure she knew you were safe and that she didn’t need to worry about you. You told her you would meet up with her tomorrow to fill her in on everything that had happened, you wanted to go to her house and see her and she instantly agreed.
“Who are you with? Are you even with anyone?” Her voice sounded distressed as she asked you that question.
“Don’t worry mum, I met this guy, he’s been looking after me, I think you’ll really like him,” you felt the smile making its way onto your face as you said it and you were pretty sure your mum heard it in your voice as well.
“Oh, I see,” she laughed, “well, I better get to meet him at some point then, sooner rather than later.” You laughed along with your mum and agreed, you knew that would be coming but Bucky could handle it. He was a mob boss after all, surely he would be able to handle your mother.
You both said your goodbyes, finishing the call by telling each that you loved each other and you felt at peace once it was over. A weight had been lifted from you and you didn’t feel the heavy feeling of dread on you anymore.
You felt bad for not reaching out to her sooner, there was nothing stopping you apart from your own mind, but you knew she would understand when you explained the whole situation to her tomorrow. She was in for a tough ride.
It wasn’t long after the call had ended that Bucky entered the room again, two steaming cups in his hands. “I brought tea,” he said, passing over one of the cups to you. You uttered a thank you before blowing it.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, he knew it was going to be tough for you to talk to your mum but he knew you were strong enough for it, you just needed a little bit of a push. “Yeah, I’m fine, my mum already wants to meet you though.”
A look of horror flashed across his face, “your mum wants to meet me?” The panic in his voice was hilarious to you and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. “What? Is that too scary for you, tough guy?” You joked and Bucky shook his head at you.
“I’ve only just asked you to be my girlfriend and you’re asking me to meet your family!” You were still laughing but came back quickly with “are you forgetting you asked me to be part of your family before asking me to be your girlfriend?”
Bucky huffed, knowing he was defeated this time. Once you had both settled down and had somehow migrated your way under the covers in bed, Bucky took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.
“Thank you for convincing me to come back today, I honestly don’t know what I was thinking,” you could tell he was regretting even thinking about leaving his family behind but you didn’t mention it. “They love you, Buck, and I know you love them too,” you leaned your head on his shoulder.
You could have only wished for a friendship like theirs before all this happened, but you were somehow grateful for this horror so you were able to meet such wonderful people.
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Clean Love ch. 2
Pairing: Eventual Mob!Steve x Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a swear here or there, minor shit talk
Summary: She’s a city girl, an artist with a day job, because how else is she gonna pay the bills. She cleans for Tony Stark’s offices, one day she has the pleasure of cleaning up a mess made by the most feared boss in all of New York, Steve Rogers.
A/N: This one is a little bit shorter, I hope you all enjoy it! Due to working full time and stuff at home causing me to be the only person home in the evenings for my sisters it might take a bit longer between updates than I’d like. Originally I wanted to post this back on Saturday. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!
Part 1
“The Cleaner is here”
You weren't the most comfortable in the spotlight, in fact you often preferred not to be the center of attention. The center of attention was always Felicia, that bitch. You stepped into the room, a small nervous smile on your lips, because of course Mr. Stark had company, large company too. You glanced at the men, both to the right in the room, one standing the other sitting, both smoking.
The one that sat had dark hair and cold blue eyes, the hand holding the cigarette to his lips seemed to glint in the sunlight. A second glance at his hand and yup, ok he has a hand made of metal! Fun… you do not wanna be on his bad side. The other man stood tall, back straight as a ruler. His features were both sharp and soft at the same time, hair golden against the dark grey office walls.
His eyes, like the man beside him on the couch, were blue, a different blue though. His eyes, like his features, were soft and hard at the same time, on top of that they were a beautiful shade, one that rivaled the sky above the oceans, maybe almost as clear as the Caribbean seas. Not that you had seen said waters except in photos, but still you could compare just fine and dream. Those eyes were something you wanted to paint, the shade of blue so stunning it made your stomach flip.
“You aren’t Hardy, where is she? And who the fuck are you?” Mr. Stark stood and moved around his desk, forcing your eyes to move back to him. The tone of his voice startled you, causing you to flinch slightly.
Swallowing hard, you met his eyes pulling back your shoulders and correcting your posture, “I’m sorry Mr. Stark, Felicia went home about 20 minutes ago with the other cleaners. She had a previous engagement and asked me to cover for her.”
He nodded, “And who the hell are you?”
“Y/n L/n sir, I’ve worked here for the past two years as a cleaner.” Stark nodded and sat back down. He frowned thinking, looking over at the tall blond.
The blond put out his cigarette, “Buck, go collect Ms. Hardy for us please. Ms. L/n, we’d appreciate it greatly if you’d clean up that little mess we made. I apologize for all the inconveniences with this.”
You blushed softly, god DAMN! His voice was soft and smooth, it was amazing and you wanted to hear him say your name again. You nodded and headed to the desk setting down your cleaning bucket and kneeling down to work. The dark haired man stood and made his way out of the room. You took out a bottle with a slightly watered down bleach and sprayed down the blood wiping at it with a rag.
Mr. Stark walked over to the other man and whispered with him. While cleaning and scrubbing the dried blood from between the tiles, you glanced up at the two men. Stark had his back to you and the other man wasn’t facing you, more so he stood perpendicular to your line of sight, with his shoulder facing you, he took a long drag of the cigarette between his thick digits.
Stark had a hand on the larger man’s shoulder, “Steve, we don't hurt women remember,” Stark was bad at whispering. You could hear them even if you weren't trying. Your eyes fell back to the floor, scrubbing at a stubborn spot.
“We aren’t Tony, just scaring her. She knows the rules as a supervisor. She isn’t supposed to send others to do her job, when you call her she needs to be here.” the larger man, Steve, spoke hushed, a better whisper than Stark could manage. You could feel this Steve guys eyes on you, it made you scrub faster pushing up the sleeves on your uniform to scrub harder at the last spot.
You applied more pressure to get between the tiles and hissed quietly as your knuckles caught the edge of one of them. You yanked your hand away shaking it off and dropping the rag. It didn't break the skin and you weren’t bleeding, so that was good, but the skin was still red and a little ripped. My own damn fault for not wearing gloves, you thought, I’m almost done and then I can go home and paint and forget all of this.
“You alright doll?” his voice called over, mild concern lacing his disinterested tone.
“I I’m fine sir, almost done and then I'll be out of your hair. No problems.” You stumbled through your words, his presence was intimidation and powerful, yet also comforting at the same time. You kept your focus on the floor picking up the rag with your other hand, grabbing blindly at your bottle of cleaner and spritzing the spot once more to scrub.
A pair of pointed oxfords came into your line of sight, stopping your movements. Your eyes slowly followed the shoes up the man's legs, past his slim hips, to his broad shoulders and finally meeting those piercing blue iris’. His face was even more handsome close up, Steve moved to kneel down in front of you, his body still large and looming.
He held out his hand, “You scraped your knuckles, let me see, doll.”
You blushed harder at the pet name, it was cute and old fashioned, but sweet. Slowly you reached out to his hand placing your ‘injured’ hand in his, “I’m fine really sir, just a scrape like you said. I I’m all done cleaning up the floor, I I can leave and go now. I promise I wont say a word to anyone.”
You thought the man in front of you was the most beautiful you’d ever seen, but the way he and Mr. Stark spoke about wanting to hurt and scare Felicia, about wanting to teach her a lesson made you realize that you should in no way shape or form want to be associated with them besides as their legal employee. A soft chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts, you glanced at his lips that were curled in a smile before taking in his face. This Steve looked amused by your words and shy demeanor.
“Of course, why don’t you go gather your things and wait in the lobby. I’d like to give you a ride home, another apology for the inconvenience and stress Ms. Hardy has caused you this evening.” he smiled charmingly, god you could’ve sworn his teeth just did one of those cheesy commercial sparkles.
You nodded quietly, figuring a ride in a warm car would be better than the 10 block walk and 5 minute train ride back to your dingy apartment, “Thank you Mr. uhm..” you sat there looking at him for a moment, still having no idea who the hell the man in front of you was.
“Rogers, Steven Rogers. Pleasure to help such a pretty dame as yourself,” he helped you to your feet and put your things into your little bucket and handed it over to you. Taking it quietly you broke eye contact realizing who exactly was offering you such sweet words and a warm ride.
“Thank you Mr. Rogers.”
“It’s no problem doll,” he looked to the door as someone pushed it open, “ Perfect timing Sam, please go with Ms. L/n to gather her things. I’ll meet you both in the lobby in 10”
“Sure thing boss.” You looked over to see who would go with you. He was a kind looking man with a hard set face, handsome and tall nonetheless, his eyes filled with mischief and more warmth than you would've thought. You stepped away from the intimidating blond and towards the door when Stark called your name.
“Y/n, tomorrow I’d like you to report straight to my office once you’ve punched in for the day.”
“Y-yes sir, Mr. Stark.” with that you scurried out of the door back to the service elevator with this Sam character trailing behind you.
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of pleasure ~ act ii, “if we ruled the world”
summary: a sort-of non-avengers au where everyone has their powers and absolutely no one is in a highly powerful mob (or, at least, that’s what the feds think).
or, a commission in three parts for anonymous, who asked for a series about wanda x natasha x reader.
pairing: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader (focus on natasha romanoff x reader)
words: 3,502
trigger warnings: flashback, angst if you squint, heavy smut, sub!natasha, mention of violence/self doubt, alcohol as a coping mechanism
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Natasha awkwardly ushers Wanda out, biting at her nearly-bleeding nail beds and carefully avoiding the wide, prying eyes of the large bodyguards she has stationed outside of her office at all hours. If she were in a more level-headed state she would glare and snap at them and threaten to fire them – she would be Natasha Romanoff, head bitch in charge and a woman whose firey hair gets its color from the blood in her veins.
But she’s not Natasha Romanoff, she’s Nat – a woman who can barely make it to the plush chair behind her desk before memories of the best fuck in her life are pouring over her. She doesn’t know how she remembers so much, but every time she blinks the room looks more and more like the bar you two met in.
It was Natasha’s bar, but it looked nothing like it did now. Then she had just risen in the ranks, was still earning the respect of patrons and those below her. It was a difficult night; Bucky had gotten hurt and Nat was drinking her fears away – desperate to corral them into some corner of her mind instead of letting them run loose.
If she couldn’t protect her best friend, how could she protect the mob? Her hands nearly shook as she took another shot. The assets? The people that had just begun to work under her? Was she meant for this? Was she good enough?
She was on her third vodka tonic of the night when you intervened, taking up the empty barstool to her left. She had seen you before – you were a bartender who was a previous hire but worked hours Natasha was often busy which meant the two of you rarely crossed paths.
“Shouldn’t you be working?” Natasha scoffs, though a little slurred, hoping to avoid something akin to a PR nightmare.
You shrug, replacing her alcoholic drink with a tall glass of water. “Part of my job is making sure the sad drunks don’t do anything they’ll regret later. Now drink some water, I don’t want to clean vomit from the grout of my bar.
“YOUR bar?” Natasha rolls her eyes, her words starting to slur and movements beginning to slow. “Don’t you know this is MY bar?”
You sigh. “When the owner is too drunk to see straight, line of succession dictates it is now my bar.”
Natasha furrows her brow and shakes her head as two of the biggest women you have ever seen carry her out of the establishment and towards her apartment. “…But I’m a lesbian…”
Somehow, through the hazy parts of that night, that incredibly embarrassing memory reigns clear as day.
Natasha’s retching into a toilet she does not recognize in a bathroom she’s never seen before. To be fair, though, she did not have much time to admire/familiarize herself with the décor before she ripped off her shirt and then vomiting up everything from her appendix to her lungs. If she was anything more than a shell of a woman after this night, she’d be the luckiest girl on the face of the Earth.
“Sh…sh, it’s okay,” she hears your voice in the distance and feels your hand on the small of her back. “It’s okay, get it all out.”
When she’s finally done, you hand her a tall class of cold water and many, many painkillers. Natasha understands what to do without prompting – swallowing everything you give her with as much eagerness as a dog finding a pill within a spoonful of peanut butter. Makes the same face, too.
By sheer luck, you get her into your bed without her vomiting on anything. Natasha falls asleep easily, eyes unfocused as they close.
“Thank you,” she mumbles just before falling asleep.
“No problem,” you tell her.
You end up sleeping on the couch a room away, waking up every few hours to check on her. The only time she wakes up is when you’re making breakfast the next morning – eggs and turkey bacon and coffee black as the asphalt Natasha would’ve eaten if you didn’t help her home. You gesture with the spatula in your dominant hand, the other on the handle to keep the pan steady.
“Sit, come eat,” you tell her – voice comforting but direct.
Natasha follows the orders easily, her eyes downcast until you take your place in the chair across from her. Only then does she look up, struggling to avoid your heavy gaze.
“Bad night?” you ask between bites of food.
Natasha sighs, swallowing down her food with coffee. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
She shakes her head. “Nah, not a fan of reliving something I tried to forget.”
“You wanna fuck about it?”
Natasha nearly spits out the remnant of her eggs onto the table. “Are you serious?”
When she meets your eyes, she doesn’t see you laughing or smiling or even about to laugh or smile. All she sees is a beautiful woman offering her sex after what is quite possibly the worst night of her life.
While Natasha gazes at you in sheer horror, disgust - you look almost…relaxed. Chill. Decompressed.
Natasha stays quiet as you speak, with one eyebrow raised and your lips curled into a smirk. “Are you?”
The woman across from you doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything back. For a long while, she remains statuesque – both in beauty and in stillness. She doesn’t say anything until she’s finished her food and placed her plate gingerly into the kitchen sink. Even then, she avoids your eyes ad grips the edge of the counter like a lifeline.
“Only if I can shower first.”
You laugh with your head thrown back, deep and loud and boisterous. It’s the most beautiful laugh Natasha’s ever heard, and her heart aches when you finally speak.
“Sure thing, Red. Towels in the third shelf in the cabinet, use as many as you like.”
Natasha doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t even meet your eyes as she follows muscle memory to the place where she puked her guts up in the night previous.
Once she figures out your shower and turns the knob marked with a red H all the way on, Natasha looks around, peaking in the cabinets and under the sink – a bad habit from the days of training. She doesn’t know what she’s expected to find, but nothing of the sort piques her interest. It’s all…quite regular, normal even.
Under the sink she sees tons of cleaning supplies, what she guesses are doubles of various beauty/hygiene products, empty travel-sized bags.
The mirror-fronted cabinet is filled with over the counter medication, sample-sized beauty products, and enough skin care merchandise to leave all of Manhattan pimple-free.
When she closes it, the thick steam turns her reflection into a mere blob, and only then does Natasha Romanoff strip off her clothes.
The water burns her skin, bites at her cuts, makes her bruises sting. If she was anywhere else, she’d probably scream and cry, maybe pick at the scabs starting to form.
Here, though, she swallows the stone that’s accrued in her throat and ignores the even bigger boulder that’s made its home in the center of her chest. She grabs for the shampoo (then body wash, then conditioner) and tries to clean herself.
The spicy mint liquid (did she mention that everything was coordinated? Not even the same brand, just a perfectly harmonized sympathy of scents) works for the dirt, for the sweat, for the weird stickiness she doesn’t recognize that clings to the skin of her thighs and palms and, somehow, places inside her.
She doesn’t know how long it is when she finally steps out – pads of her fingers and toes wrinkled and her lungs clouded with the steam. She can barely breathe, but she has a feeling its not because of the thick air.
The towel – deep and maroon – is the fluffiest and softest thing Natasha’s ever felt against her skin. She pads back to the room she slept in last night, only a little shocked to find the bed made and you, barefoot in a baggy t-shirt and running shorts, reading a thick book you’re about halfway through.
She catches flashes of the front cover – something she dismally recognizes. It’s a spy novel, one of those cheesy romance ones that are incredibly popular with middle-aged moms and lonely Christian college students.
“Whatcha readin?” Natasha asks.
You look up and smile after looking her over. “Some garbage. Borrowed it from a friend after she said I’m, well,” you let out a self-deprecating laugh. “that I’m ‘super lonely.’ Which isn’t not true.”
Natasha smiles back. “Still sounds kinda mean.”
You shrug. “Truth hurts, I guess.”
There are a few moments of silence as you and her stare at each other – the kind of silence Natasha doesn’t seem to mind. Normally she hates the quiet, feels the need to fill whatever void she feels is created by lack of speech.
Still, she’s the person to break it. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“That towel,” you say, smirk still on your lips. “Matches your hair.”
Natasha smiles a little, avoiding your gaze as she searches for the dirty clothes from last night. Without hesitation, you push the clothes toward her with your foot – except now they’re clean, folded, fresh.
“Thanks,” Natasha mumbles. “I…thanks.”
You shrug, telling her its no problem. “Assumed you wouldn’t want to put on your dirty clothes, so…”
Natasha nods but says nothing, reaching for the clothes. She stops when she notices you putting your book to the side and readjusting against the headboard. Natasha stands there, clutching where the towel tucks into itself – waiting for whatever you’re going to say next.
“C’mere,” you say, beckoning her over with a single crooked finger.
She follows, still silent, walking to the edge of your bed with shaky hands and awkward legs. She hesitates, waiting for confirmation.
“It’s alright, baby girl, c’mere,” you say again, opening your legs further. An invitation, Natasha realizes. It makes her heart speed up.
She gives you a small nod before moving forward, adjusting her towel along the way with her eyes trained on the bed.
You guide her so that her back – still covered by the towel – presses into your chest.
“If you ever want to stop,” you whisper, intertwining your hands with hers. The pads of her fingers are still slightly wrinkled and sensitive and she nearly moans as her skin meets yours. “Just tell me, okay?”
Natasha gives a small nod, moving closer to you.
“This alright?” you ask, moving to undo her towel.
She nods again, then tenses as her damp skin is exposed to the cool air. Your warm hands make goosebumps erupt over her soft, sweet-smelling skin. Her breath hitches as your teeth trail across her back - leaving kisses along her shoulder and up into her hairline then on the shell of her ear.
“Just relax, baby,” you tell her. “Don’t worry about anything, just let me take care of you.”
Natasha nods silently, readjusting before pressing back into you. The towels falls as she does, and as it bunches uncomfortably you grab at it to throw it to the floor. With her last veil of modesty tossed carelessly aside Natasha blushes, moving to cross her arms over her chest.
You tsk, moving her arms from in front of her. “Don’t hide from me, baby,” you mumble into her ear. “Don’t ever hide your beautiful body from me.”
Natasha stays silent, hands resting outside your knees. She does nod, though, and presses into you once more. One of your arms goes across her chest, keeping her own arms in place at her sides. The other trails between her legs, fingertips ghosting over her thighs and across her lower stomach. You can hear Natasha’s breath hitch each time your skin meets hers.
“You like that, baby girl?” You ask. She nods again, small squeaks leaving her as you collect some of the slick that’s dripping onto your sheets. “You like it when I touch you like this?”
Natasha moans as you plunge one, two fingers into her. She watches for a few thrusts before clenching her eyes shut and letting her head fall back into your shoulder and panting into your bare neck. It’s not long before you can feel her pussy clenching around your fingers, her breath coming out in light pants and moans deeper than before.
“I-I’m,” you can hear her try to swallow despite the dryness of her mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
You smile and bite at the shell of her ear. “It’s okay, baby girl, you can come, you can come all you want tonight.”
It only takes a few more crooks of your fingers, a few more circles around her clit for Natasha to throw her head back and nearly scream – her legs shaking as she gushes over your fingers and wrists and sheets. Her whole body – once quite tense – now slacks against your chest. You’re a little taken aback by her squirting, and that this is normal enough for Natasha that she has no problem ruining another lover’s bed. Somehow it makes it that much hotter, makes you that much wetter, as you manhandle her onto her back. She’s pliant, laying nice and open for you - even as you grab the strap and cleaned cock from the back of one of the drawers in your nightside table, even as you slide one of your biggest toys into her soaked, aching pussy.
Natasha’s whole body is tense, each individual muscle chasing pleasure. She’s got her knees pulled up to her chest, one arm holding them in place and the other gripping your sheets. She doesn’t remember the last time she’d been folded in half, but now she wishes she could spend every day like this.
“Oh, god,” she moans, high-pitched and whiny. “God, it feels so good.”
You laugh a little, catching her lips in a kiss as you thrust shallowly into her. “Yeah, baby girl? You like getting fucked like this?”
Natasha nods, gasping each time the leather of the strap brushes her clit. “Yes, fuck yesyesyes.”
Your hand wraps around Nat’s throat, pushing her further into the bed. “Yes, of course she does. My big powerful mobster loves getting her pussy demolished, doesn’t she? Needs to be fucked so that she can focus on her job?”
The woman in question is nodding and babbling absolute nonsense – and, in the low light, you’re sure you see tears fall down her face.
One of your hands comes down to properly rub at her neglected clit. Natasha nearly screams as you do, hips bucking in a wild, animalistic way.
“You gonna come like this?” you whisper, leaning down to kiss between her brows. “Is my nasty little slut gonna come from me fucking her this good?”
Natasha nods again, each thrust soliciting another desperate, high-pitched moan from somewhere deep in her throat.
“Yeah?” you faux-pout, voice dropping as you watch her eyes roll back into her head. You spit on her cunt, Natasha wailing as the slick collecting there allows you to rub harder, faster at the most sensitive part of her.
She comes with a shout – with a loud, deep moan you wish you’d recorded. It takes you a moment, takes the pounding in your chest and ears a moment to recede, for you to realize your abdomen (as well as hers) were covered in her wetness. Her dry lips and flittering eyes only give more credence to your understanding, to your realization that she had squirted all over you.
Natasha groans as you pull out, the delicateness of her pussy as well as the emptiness combining into a cognitive dissonance she could feel in the tip of her toes.
You get her something to drink – an unmarked Gatorade bottle you’re praying isn’t spiked (you’ve been a bartender long enough to usually know what is and isn’t, but somehow Natasha seems like someone able to escape your watchful eye).
It takes a few minutes for the color to return to Natasha’s face, for her to ask if she can get you off, too. You smile and kiss her again, silently sitting up.
You finally come with your pussy hovering over Natasha’s panting mouth, her face becoming soaked with your wetness and, soon, your cum. She’s able to find the mental focus to clean some of it up, and it takes all of you not to pounce on her as you watch her, with hooded eyes, desperate to for praise as she licks at her face.
“You good, darling?” you coo, wiping at her cheeks with your thumbs.
Natasha sniffles. “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”
You nod, running your hands through her sweaty hair. “Alright, I’m gonna grab you another Gatorade, okay? I’m not gonna be gone long, I promise.”
She nods, making no effort to move. Natasha lays there, practically inert as she hears you leave the room. She’s too tired to look at anything but the ceiling – the terrifying reality of what she has to do next settling over her.
Still, she closes her eyes and listens to you padding into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. The faint sound of the bottle opening, the cap being thrown away and hitting the side of the metal trash can. It’s all so mundane but everything Natasha needs right now – reprieve from her mistakes and the consequences of them.
You help her up, when you get back, so she can drink without coughing and sputtering and drowning on dry land. One hand remains occupied with holding the bottle of liquid, while your other arm wraps around your back. It rests at her side, with your thumb rubbing circles into the heated skin.
You coo sweet praises into her hairline, your legs bracketing her in. When the dull-orange liquid is gone you toss it to the side – pulling Natasha down with you.
You fall asleep easily, Natasha resting on your bare chest. She knows when you’ve fallen into unconsciousness because your fingers stop carding through her hair, working through the knots that have found themselves there.
She waits, listening as your heartbeat and breathing slow to an even pace. Natasha lays there for a long while, savoring the feeling being in your arms – of the delicious tiredness in her muscles. Wide awake, she waits until the orange-yellow sun begins to light up the room.
You lay there, wonderfully oblivious to Natasha getting redressed and finding her dead, now-cracked phone; unaware of her holding her shoes until the front door was closed softly and silently.
She doesn’t put her shoes on until the gets in the elevator, and doesn’t cry until she finds her way home.
The memory is long, vivid – she can nearly feel your skin under her fingertips. It’s then that the reality of the situation hits her, that what she thinks is happening is, in fact, really actually fucking happening:
Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff’s best friend and right-hand woman, is dating a woman Natasha has lowkey been in love with for about a year.
Has she seen you since that night? No. She’s got a picture of you, one she found after cleaning out a thick stack of photos (like, physical ass photos) from the bar. It’s you, happy, pouring drinks with both hands. She’s got it tucked away somewhere in her bedroom beneath old medications she never finished and note she scribbled.
Has she made an effort to? No. Never to look at the photo, or to find you. It should be easy, considering you work at the bar she owns – but ever since that night…she’s avoided it. The bar.
Does she still feel a gut-wrenching guilt gnawing at her as she folds herself into a fetal position on her office floor? Absolutely.
Natasha finds herself in the center of an ethical dilemma of the worst kind; the rare kind that a gun or knife or sly smile can’t get her out of. For what is likely the first time in her whole life-slash-professional-career, she probably actually should really deal with whatever corner she’s backed herself into.
Isn’t there some girl code, or whatever, that says she should tell Wanda what’s happened? Shouldn’t she at least warn you? But, even if she wanted to, how would she do that, given she hasn’t so much as looked at you since she snuck out of your apartment? Should she warn Wanda? What would she even say!?
“Hey, trusted fist of my multi-billion-dollar operation and also girl I know who has superpowers and is definitely hiding from a few governments, I got fucked by your girlfriend about a year back and I haven’t been the same since! She railed me until I was a new person! It’s that hilarious! Please laugh at this with me!”
Natasha groans and lets her head drop to her desk. She is royally and totally fucked.
(And, to her dismay, not in a good way).
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But Time Makes You Bolder (Even Children Get Older)
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44167678
by MariClem2018
Kate was Hawkeye's biggest fan, idolizing him even though she knew she could never be a hero like him. That is, until she learned of her families involvement with mobster Wilson Fisk AKA Kingpin. After learning of this, she took it upon herself to take down her own mother and eventually earning the eye of her hero. As she starts out on her journey as a young hero she will discover that things are not always sunshine and rainbows as a superhero. TW for violence and mental health issues.
Words: 10053, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), Hawkeye (TV 2021)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Eli Bradley, Kamala Khan, Cassie Lang, Shuri (Marvel), Maya Lopez, Clint Barton
Relationships: Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff/Wanda Maximoff/Carol Danvers, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Hope van Dyne/Scott Lang, Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Maya Lopez/Kamala Khan/Harley Keener, Melina Vostokoff/Alexei Shostakov
Additional Tags: loose MCU timeline, AU-A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Momma Nat
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44167678
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