Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Andrew Mcclain x Reader
Warnings: Emotional Affair, Stalker Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Angst, Slight Innuendo.
Previous Chapters: l 1 l 2 l 3 l 4 l 5 l 6 l 7 l 8 l 9 l 10 l 11 l 12 l 13 l
Meath An Mhi; Leinster Province two days before the sit down with Bucky
A dark-haired man enters the opulent room. His impeccably tailored suit fits him perfectly, his designer shoes polished to a gleam. A red manilla folder is clutched in his hand. He nods slightly at Andrew who claps his hands together, convening the meeting.
Eight of his most trusted advisors sit around a board table all facing a large projector in the middle of the room. He clicks the remote and (Y/N)’s face fills the screen. His heart thuds painfully in his chest. His worst fears had been invoked when you hadn’t checked in like you should. Had his enemies found you? Had you been kidnapped? Were you alive? Dead?
He had immediately dispatched his best people when he realized you were not coming back. Within hours he had information which shattered him. You had lied to him, used him. He was nothing more to you than a mark with a peerage.
And yet, still, he craved you, needed you, held a burning love for you which threatened to consume him. It was driving him mad.
“Report!” he snaps, his voice hoarse with disuse.
The man bows before speaking. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Ex-KGB assassin. Eighty-four kills under her belt. Current member of the group known as “The Avengers”. Trained in the facility known as “The Red Room”. Enhanced female, she was injected with the same serum as Captain Rogers, albeit a much smaller dose than he received”
Andrew drums his fingers impatiently on the table, his eyes darkening with irritation. “I know all this! What was her purpose here, with me,” he demands.
The man swallows thickly, sweating visibly under Andrews piercing gaze. “We don’t know, your grace.”
Andrew growls under his breath, a menacing sound which has the other members in the room shifting nervously in their seats. “Then what, pray tell, are we doing here?”
The man stumbles over his words, fear at the mad look in his master’s eyes overcoming him.
Andrew slams his fists down on the table, an inhuman roar tearing through his chest. His chair scrapes violently backward, overturning with the force. “Two years!” he yells, “Two years she shared my bed, lived in my home. I told her my secrets! You cannot tell me she felt nothing! You cannot tell me she didn’t love me!” His breathing is ragged, his chest heaving like he’s run a marathon. Eyes flashing dangerously, his fingers twitch on the table as he struggles to contain his anger.
He wouldn’t believe you felt nothing for him. Too much happened, too much had been shared. Something must have happened to call you away. There must have been some reason you had left.
You loved him. You had too.
“We have her contact information, your grace.”
Andrew breathes out, his heart-tugging painfully at the prospect of hearing your voice once again. “Give it to me”
He had sent one of his men to follow you to gain as much information as he possibly could about your life. His own attempts at making contact had failed miserably. He phoned near twenty times, each going horribly wrong as soon as you picked up the phone.
He was currently sitting in the same room as the last time, staring at a high-resolution video of you having a conversation with one James Buchanan Barnes, widely known as The Winter Soldier.
And you were holding his hand.
Andrews blood was boiling. You were his and his alone, made for him, meant for him, this Bucky, was attempting to steal what rightfully belonged to him.
You’d worn his ring, accepted his proposal, and he would have you.
“The subject was seen having an intense conversation with James Barnes. She left forty-five minutes after initial contact. We could not get close enough to discern what was being said.”
Andrew burns with jealousy, his teeth grinding together with the force of the emotion. “Are they sleeping together?” he dreads the answer.
Eriker, the man sent to follow you, hesitates before answering, in Andrews opinion rather evasively. “We have no evidence of sexual activity, your grace. No other physical contact, besides the hand holding which took place during the meeting. Miss (Y/L/N) seem to hold animosity toward Mr. Barnes.”
Andrew calms down marginally. “What do we know about Barnes beside the obvious?” he asks impatiently.
Eriker glances down to an unseen desk before replying in his signature monotone voice. “James Barnes widowed a little over a year ago. Wife, Ivanna Volkova, died due to childbirth complications, an internal hemorrhage went undetected and she bled out. The child survived. Named Reyna Barnes, attends Philip Berley preschool of the arts.”
“Anything else?” Andrew asks the information he was receiving seemed lacking. He was starting to feel like he would never find out the truth.
“Nothing, your grace. Mr. Barnes’s privacy is very well protected. I don’t think we can find out more. What we have obtained was nearly impossible to get.”
Andrew nods. “Return home, your job is done.”
Eriker disconnects and Andrew contemplates his options.
He was under no circumstance going to drop the issue. You belonged with him and he would have you, but being subtle was not his strong suit. If he was going to do what he wanted to, it would require skill and finesse on his part.
He taps his chin with his forefinger absently, his foot jumping restlessly. He would need help from people he was not used to dealing with. Mind made up, he reaches for the phone, dialing the number the chairman of Leinster Co. had passed to him “In case of emergency”. Steve Perry was a shady man, but he was a genius and kept the board firmly in check.
He nods to his butler who had been standing discreetly at the door “Pack my things and inform the pilot I want to leave for New York within the hour.”
The phone rings six times before Steve picks up. “I need your help,” Andrew informs the unknown man. “I need to get to an Avenger”
Laughter crackles over the line. “Well, your grace, you have definitely come to the right man.”
