#rulesweremade

Masterlist:

Original Series:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

One shots. Same series:

Summary: It’s been almost a year since you left Bucky for cheating on you. You missed him so much you convinced yourself you could just be friends with him. After having lunch with him in a local diner you made some rules and convinced him too that a friendship was possible.

Words: 4,100+

Warnings: none

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

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You were frantic when you walked in the door. Running around trying to erase any trace Bucky had been there. You quickly jumped in the shower, Bucky’s spunk wet on your thigh. You scrubbed till your skin was almost raw, and just as you had pulled a shirt on you heard the front door open. Your phone chimed as you were covering yourself with the blankets. He entered the room.

“You shouldn’t leave your front door unlock, babe. It’s not safe. Especially since you’re still in bed it means it was unlocked all night. Now come here, I missed you.”

Bucky lay there for several minutes after you walked out just staring at the ceiling. He was in shock. What had just happened? He finally got up to use the bathroom and found his pack of cigarettes on the counter. He had left them there when he changed to get in to pool. He realized then that the last one he smoke was in the parking garage at your building yesterday evening. He grabbed them and went back to bed. He found a pack of paper matches in his nightstand and lit up. He leaned back on the headboard and stared out the windows in silence. He never smoked in the house but now he didn’t care. He felt numb, like would never care again. He finally turned the TV, didn’t bother flipping the channels, he wasn’t really watching it anyway. He felt lost, like a child abandoned.

He rolled over and checked the nightstand on the other side of the bed he didn’t use for an ashtray. He found one. Hope really was over qualified for her job. He put the butt out in the glass tray setting it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He lit another one. He wanted to cry. He also wanted to push all this down and ignore it. And not in the ‘I have other things to deal with first’ kind of way. In the ‘this is cause an ulcer later’ kind of way. He wasn’t even angry because at the end of it this was his fault. You wouldn’t even be with Oliver if he hadn’t driven you away. He lay staring aimlessly at the TV and around the room for almost an hour before he picked up his phone.

“I didn’t fight for you last time, I won’t make that mistake again. I need you to know how I feel. Learning to breathe by Switchfoot.” Send. He tossed the phone on his nightstand and rolled over on his side, hugging his pillow. He was watching some old movie he had never seen before when he fell asleep.

He woke with a start when he heard banging on the door. “Hey love birds, you coming out for some breakfast.” Steve joked through the door.

Bucky growled, angry from being woken. “Go away Steve.” He called back.

“Oh, come on. You guys can get more of each other later. Everyone’s still hanging out. Get out here.” He chuckled, thinking he was clever.

Bucky let the silence settle before speaking again. “She’s not here man, now leave me alone.” He barked.

It took Steve a minute to answer, not knowing if he even should. Finally, “What happened? What did you do?” Bucky heard him sigh through the door. “Do you want to talk?”

“She went back to him. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.” He forced out loud enough to be heard through the walls. He listened to see if he heard Steve walk away or god forbid ask more questions. When he heard footsteps he called out again. “And don’t even think about skipping tonight. Go and have a good time. That’s an order.”

He rolled back on the bed and checked his phone. 9:45 and no text messages. He longed to be asleep again. He grabbed the remote and clicked around the channels looking for something to distract himself.  He half paid attention to the movie while he scrolled along the list of songs in the iPod. He found another on. He paused the movie to listen to the words and make sure they were what he needed them to be.

“Edge of desire by John Mayer. I know I never deserved you.” Send.

He lit another cigarette and pressed play. He actually got lost in the movie and the next one and let a few hours passed. He only realized it was almost one because his stomach would not stop growling. He text Hope to bring food outside his door and grabbed his pack again. He had almost smoked half the pack in the last six hours. A few minutes later he opened the door to find a tray of foods on the stand next to the door.  He carried it in and put it on your empty side of the bed. He flopped down and started picking at the food as the movie played on. He grabbed his phone again.

“Crazy by K-Ci & Jojo.” Send.

It wasn’t until almost three he remembered Wanda’s dress was in the back of his car. He sent another text to Hope to get it sent over to your apartment, assuming everyone would be getting dressed at your house. He wasted the rest of the hours away not leaving his bed. Darkness fell over his room as the sun set. He was an absolute mess, with zero desire to climb out of it. You leaving a second time would be his ruin. He tried one last time.

“Fool to think by Dave Matthews Band. Just tell me you don’t love me.” Send.

Oliver slide his shoes off and climbed into the bed with you. He leaned in to kiss you and you hurried a quick press to his lips then pulled away making excuses about still being sick. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you did feel sick to your stomach, guilt. Your phone chimed again with the unread text message. You turned the screen and saw his name. You slid it open and quickly read the message, locking the screen back and setting it face down again.

He got up and took off most of his clothes and climbed back in the bed. He was worn out, you could tell. He had gotten to the airport at five to get back. He always came home from these trips tired. He told you about his trip, you didn’t say much. After a while tired overcame him and he fell asleep, so did you.

It was almost ten when you woke up. Your phone chimed a second time, pulling you all the way out of your sleep. You checked it, feeling guilty all over again, with Oliver in the bed next to you. Bucky again. You checked the message to get it off your screen, barely reading it. Your stirring must have woken Oliver because he rolled over and pulled your body into his.

He whispered into your ear sleepily, “I’m hungry.”

You laughed, “I’ll order in. We need to get up anyway, the girls will be over soon.”

His voice was more clear, “The girls? Do they have to come over I was hoping it would be just you and me today. I want to take you out, just you and me.”

“Babe, I can’t. It’s Nat’s day.”

“Her birthday? I thought that was a few months ago.” He questioned.

It hurt you a little that he didn’t know what you were talking about. Bucky knew. “It’s not her birthday. She can’t be alone today. It’s her parents.”

His tone softened. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “How could I forget? I’m sorry. Of course they’re coming over. What time?”

“Wanda slept at her place last night so she’s got first shift. They should be here around noon I guess.”

“Ok. Get me fed and I’ll make myself scarce.”

You ordered food while he got dressed.  Lunch was on the sofa and the conversation was light. You told him the plans for that evening but didn’t tell him who exactly would be there, because honestly you didn’t know at this point. He said he would be back around eight to take everyone to dinner.

He left around eleven and you turned on Netflix to pass the time. The girls showed up around noon like you expected. You hadn’t moved from the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. They didn’t knock, just walked right in.

“Don’t you look comfy.” Nat stated when she saw you.

“Give her a break, I’m sure she’s exhausted after last night.” She giggles. “How did you even get away? We assumed Bucky would have chained you to the bed before he let you go.”

You pulled the blanket over your face not wanting to face the truth, but knowing they wouldn’t let it go. “Oliver is back. He called this morning and I just kind of ran out.”

There was a long paused and Nat and Wanda exchanged looks. A few seconds later the both flopped on the sofa one on each side. Wanda pulled the blanket down and smiled. “At least tell us you didn’t has sex with him this morning, we wouldn’t want people to start thinking you’re a floozy.” A laugh fell out without your permission.

“I didn’t! I swear.” You objected.

Nat grabbed the remote. “I’m starving. And since I get whatever I want today, I want sushi and pizza.” She looked at the food containers on your counter left over from breakfast. “Don’t tell me you already ate.”

“I barely picked at it, and like I would ever turn down food.” You grabbed your phone and ordered. “Here in a minute these delivery guys are going to think I have people locked up in here with the amount of food I order. But we can’t go crazy, Oliver is taking out to dinner before the club.” They both laughed and pulled the blanket over themselves too.

Nat put on Doctor Who. “Since I get total control we’re starting on season five. You know Matt Smith is my favorite Doctor.”

“We know!” you both responded in unison.

“I never understood that. He’s kind of ridiculous and nothing like you. Care to explain you fascination.” Wanda pried jokingly. “Maybe it’s very telling and we just haven’t been paying attention.”

“Shut up. If Maggie doesn’t have to talk about her love life, neither do I.” Nat used a defense and you groaned. After that the conversation was minimal, everyone just lounging about watching the show. When the food arrived the blanket and tossed and the three of you took turns passing the plastic containers. You had a mouth full of noodles when the bell rang again for the pizza.

You opened the door with the to go container still in one hand. The pizza guy was confused and asked if he had the right place. You smiled sweetly and assured him all the food would get eaten. You walked back to the sofa and climbed in the middle opening the box.

With the left over food still scattered on the coffee table, the three of you laying tangled in each other watching episode after episode. The bell rang just after three startling everyone. Wanda shot you a glance. “Did you really order more food? I’m stuffed.”

“It wasn’t me, I didn’t order more food.” You got up and looked out the door hole. “There’s no one there.” You opened the door to find a box on the doorstep. Wanda’s dress. Guilt flooded you again. You picked it up and carried it back. “It’s for you Wanda. He got you a dress too, I forgot to grab it on my way out.”

You handed her the box. When you sat down Nat threw her arms around you pulling you into a side hug. Wanda looked confused. “He didn’t do it just for you.” Natasha assured her. “He got me something too. He’s just being Bucky. Now the question is, if Oliver is coming, I’m assuming Bucky isn’t, so where does that leave Steve and the other guys?”

You let out a sigh. “He can be so sweet when he wants to be. He said if anything doesn’t fit we can go exchange it and charge it to his account. I don’t know, text Steve, see what he says.”

You both looked at Nat. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t still have his number.” Wanda pressed. “Text him. It’s no big deal. Here, give me your phone.” She tried to grab it off the table but Natasha beat her to it.

“Fine. I will. Back off.” She said with a smile. She stared at her phone for a while, then finally started texting. She found out the Steve and everyone were still coming with an exception of Bucky. And tried to assure her that they would behave and everyone would still have a good time. A few hours later the three of you finally removed yourselves from the couch and started getting dressed. Oliver showed up right on time at eight. He did look very handsome all dressed to the nines.

He took the four of you to a nice restaurant. Everyone had a good time. The truth was the girls loved Oliver. The conversation was always easy and smart. He told them about his trip and his upcoming clinical he would be getting involved in. you walked out the restaurant just after ten to fresh cool air. While you waited for the valet to bring the car around he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“You look amazing.” He said in a lowered voice. “It’s been a struggle for me to keep my hands off of you. I can’t wait you get you on the dance floor so I have an excuse.” You didn’t say anything. “I think the girls had a nice time. I think it’s safe to say they adore me. I know how important it is to you to have their approval.” The car pulled up and you broke away casually.

You cranked the radio as the car pulled off so there was no talking on the ride to The Mansion. When you pulled up the valet opened your door and everyone approached the door. The bouncer was out front checking i.d.’s. When you walked up he was turning someone away. You faked a distressed look back at the girls. You were digging for your license when Natasha pushed ahead on you and handed hers over. The bouncer looked at it and called over. “Tom.” The guy at the desk in the entrance walked over. “This is Ms. Romanoff and her party.”

The other gentleman walked over with a smile. “Right this way.” He ushered the four of you in. the place was beautiful. It was very large in the shape an oval. He walked you into the middle. The entire middle was an oval shaped atrium with alcoves around the edge. He walked over to one of them. It had couches and chairs and a few tables set in it. “This is your lounge. We are full service. These two ladies are her the get you anything. And we have been instructed to get you anything you might want. The Mansion is set up in an oval. Each room is set up for a different experience. Some have different music styles, karaoke, one has a movie, things of the sort. If you need directions the ladies are happy to escort you. The rest of your party has not shown up yet but they will be escorted over when they do arrive. If there is nothing else I will be off.” He paused for a minute and when no one spoke he turned on his heels and walked away.

You immediately turned and mouthed to Nat, “I didn’t do this,” before Oliver stopped being distracted by the décor and turned towards you. Wanda took no time stepping over and plopping down in one of the chairs. She was talking to one of the waitresses ordering drinks. You were reading the cocktail menu when Steve walked up with Sam and that guy Scott. Natasha’s face lit up when she saw him. You stood up quickly, nervously, looking around to see if Bucky was there. Steve leaned in to give you a hug hello, “He isn’t coming.” He pulled away from the hug.

You turned to invite Oliver into the circle of people. “This is Oliver everyone. Oliver, this is Steve and Sam and Scott.” You pointed as you spoke. You didn’t know if Oliver knew who they really were. You had had a few conversation with Oliver at the beginning of the relationship but they were limited and you didn’t know how much he retained. Thankfully nothing got weird and everyone sat back down as one of the girls brought a round of drinks over. When the second round arrived Nat decided she wanted to dance so the three of you stepped out into the middle and danced with each other. Natasha was making eyes at Steve the whole time and it didn’t take a whole song before he got up and joined. Sam made it over to one of the bars on the back wall and was talking to a man in a suit. He looked very official, you assumed it was business. After a couple songs and Wanda got tired and sat back down. Oliver wasn’t much of a dancer so you didn’t expect him to join you. The time passed quickly and everyone was having a great time. At some point Oliver walked off to use the restroom and you and Wanda leaned in to talk.

“This has to be Bucky.” Wanda squeaked. “Unless you think it was Oliver.”

“I wasn’t Oliver,” you replied. “He would have taken credit for this. And he’s generous but he doesn’t have this kind of money. I mean for all the everything this includes. The question is, when did he do this? I feel like crap, he did all this for us, for me, and then I just walk out on him. I feel so bad.”

“You don’t have to feel guilty, he did it this afternoon.” Scott’s voice behind you somewhat startled you. You turned and looked behind you at Scott leaning deep into one of the sofas. Oliver returned and you spun back to face Wanda. You looked over and saw Nat and Steve still on the dance floor. Her back on his chest, his hands roaming all over her body. She had her hand reached up around the back of his neck and it looked like he leaned in and kissed her neck.

“Ok, they are either seriously drunk or this things is finally happening.” You said unable to stop the smile on your face. Oliver leaned over and handed you another drink.

“They look nice. I didn’t know Nat was looking for someone.” He stated blankly.

Wanda giggled, “Oh this has been a couple years in the making. She hasn’t been looking because of this.” Her smile dropped when she realized what she had said. She quickly changed the subject, “I wanna hear you sing. Let’s find the karaoke.” With that one of the waitresses showed up out of nowhere and offered to show you the way.

You caught Nat’s eye and motioned her to follow and Steve went to retrieve Sam as everyone walked into one of the outside rooms. The waitress cleared some people out of the way and set enough places for everyone to sit. The second girl came in and set down a fresh round of drinks. You and Wanda exchanged looks feeling very swanky. Nat wedged herself between the two of you with more teeth showing in her smile than you had ever seen.

You leaned in close. “So is this finally going to happen?” Wanda giggled and nudged her.

“Stop.” Nat looked almost guilty. “I don’t know. Yeeeeeeeees.” The three of you squealed.

You stood up to go put a song in at the booth. You were drunker than you thought you were, having to concentrate on not falling. When you got back Oliver pulled you into his lap and kissed your neck. He must be somewhat drunk too. He rarely showed public displays of affection. Steve’s body tensed at this. He tried to turn his attention away and start a conversation with Sam and Scott, but he kept looking at you out the corner of his eye. Oliver brushed your hair off your shoulder and Steve flinched. You tried to slide off his lap but he kept you in place.

“Stay here, babe. I missed you. Everyone else is trying to steal your attention away from me tonight.” It was true. Steve had spent most of his time on the dance floor with Natasha, but when he wasn’t he monopolized the conversation even when Oliver was trying to join in. Sam and Wanda had also been overly chatty politely ignoring Oliver.

“I’m here.” You put your both hands on his face and placed a small kiss on his lips. When you pulled away you gave a saddened look in Steve’s direction.

You hear the announcer call your name to go sing and it was the perfect excuse to exit Oliver’s lap. You brought your drink with you, not that you needed anymore alcohol. You were already drunk enough to feel overly emotional and an intense urge for honesty. The music started, One and only by Adele. You stood behind the mic feeling small.  Until you belted out the first line, then you started to relax.

“You’ve been on my mind I grow fonder every day. Lose myself in time just thinking of you face.” Everyone stopped talking and turned to listen. The emotions started to rise, you swayed back and forth slowly. Holding one hand on the stand. Your voice stayed level. “You’ll never know if you never to forget your past and simply be mine. I dare you to let me be your, your one and only.” When you hit those notes several people in the room started clapping.

Your knees started shaking, you closed your eyes. You knew the song by heart, it’s all you’d been singing for the past week. “Come on and give me the chance, to prove that I am the one who can, walk that mile until the end starts.” You forced the last lines out as a single tear fell on your cheek and rolled down. The room erupted in applause. You smiled and let out a soft laugh. You jokingly curtsied twice before walking off the stage and right to the bathroom.

Steve laughed and told everyone how wonderful that was. And Wanda and Nat defended by saying they always knew what a great singer you were. Steve casually grabbed his phone and text Bucky.

“She just sang One and only by Adele and I can promise it wasn’t sung for Oliver” Send.

You were quick in the bathroom so no one noticed you didn’t come right back to the table. The time passed smoothly again. You and Wanda sang Don’t stop believing, and Sam did his rendition of Baby got back. Scott even tried to sing some Sublime after some convincing. Around two everyone decided to call it a night. Natasha and Wanda ubered back to Wanda’s house but not before she shared a long goodnight kiss with Steve. The guys got in Steve’s car and drove off music blaring.

Oliver put his arm around you and guided you to the car. He drove back to your place, holding your hand the whole way there.

“Well I think that was a success.” He squeezed your hand.

“Yeah, she really enjoyed herself.” He responded, resting your head on your hand and staring out the window. You were tired and drunk. You needed sleep.

“Let’s get you home. But you owe me tomorrow. I’m keeping you all to myself for twenty four hours.” You agreed with a hhmmm.

Bucky was started awake by his phone ringing. He didn’t catch it in time, it stopped ringing. He dropped his head back on the pillow. The sound burst through the silence again. He picked his phone. Your name on the caller ID. He shook himself awake and tried to clear his voice before he answered so he didn’t sound groggy.

“Hey doll.”

“Ja-James Barnes?” It was a man’s voice on the other end.

“Who is this?” Bucky demanded.

The voice was more frantic than before. “It’s Oliver.” He said loudly. “They took her. Someon-Someone took Maggie!”

Next Chapter

Summary: It’s been almost a year since you left Bucky for cheating on you. You missed him so much you convinced yourself you could just be friends with him. After having lunch with him in a local diner you made some rules and convinced him too that a friendship was possible.

Words: 6,100+

Warnings: Guns, death

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

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Playlist Songs To Murder To:

Mr. Blue Sky by ELO

Never be the same by Camila Cabello

Human by Rag’n’Bone Man

You Make My Dreams by Hall & Oats

Ride by Twenty One Pilots

I love you always forever by Donna Lewis

Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm

Bucky jumped out of bed. He started pacing the room. “Who took her? Tell me everything you saw.”

The man’s voice on the other end of the line was broken, he sighed, “Not much. Three guys came up behind us. Two grabbed her and she started screaming then the other guy hit me over the head and I passed out. I just came to. What are we going to do?”

“We are not going to do anything. Go home Oliver. Go home and someone will call you when I fix this.” He could have said ‘and Maggie when call when she’s safe,’ or ‘I’ll let you know when everything’s okay’. But bile had risen in the back of his throat when he had heard Oliver’s voice and he could still taste it. He hung up the phone.

He stormed into the closet and started rummaging in one of the drawers for clothes. He should have asked Oliver how long ago you it was since you were taken but he was so angry and eager to get off the phone and get into motion. He grabbed what he wanted out the drawer and called Steve.

“Where are you?” He barked into the phone when Steve answered.

“Woah man! I’m pulling into your drive now. Settle do-.”

“They took her Steve. Someone took Mags and that pussy Oliver was too weak to stop them.” He hung up and started putting clothes on. Dressed in all black, tight long sleeve shirt and cargo pants. He walked through the bathroom into his office. He unlocked the door and pulled it open. Then walked over to the wall opposite the bathroom door and waved his hand over a particular part of nondescript paneling and it lit up. He pressed his hand to it the typed in an eight digit code when the numbers displayed themselves. The middle third of the wall pushed in and slide over revealing a display of weapons and other paraphernalia. The other three men walked in the room before the wall had finished its movements.

“Woah woah woah, what is this?” Scott whistled in awe. “I thought I was the tech guy.”

A smirk pulled across Bucky’s stern expression. “This pre-dates you by a couples years. I had this put in when the house was built.” He didn’t turn to face them, he just kept appraising the hardware. The two men stood behind him waiting, Sam was still in the hall talking to someone on the phone. “Steve, how drunk are you?”

“I’m not. Just water with a lime on the edge.”

“What!” Scott sounded shocked. “Man I was so impressed with how many you were slamming back.” He realized how loud he was actually speaking. “Okay, maybe I’m a little drunk.”

“Well, get over it. Did you figure out anything new?” All humor gone from his voice.

“No boss, sorry.” He replied somberly.

“It’s no problem. I think we have more than enough info to make this work.” He pulled four large guns off the rack and placed them on the desk. Handing a box of ammo to Steve. “Get to work. Who is Sam on the phone with?”

Steve took the box and walked over to the desk and started loading the guns. “Everyone. He was already calling Smoot’s guys, then Taylor’s men. Need to know where to meet.”

“That abandoned gas station a mile or so away from the ship yard. I think it’s on Birch St. As soon as anyone can get there.” Steve walked out the room, told Sam and returned to his task.

Bucky started organizing his thought out loud. “We have men, and guns, a place to meet. We need a plan. I wish we had a better way to communicate because we are going to need to split up when we get there. We can’t be calling each other.”

“I can help with that.” Scott piped up feeling useful again. Both men stopped what they were doing and turned to him. “In my room upstairs. I have, well made, a bunch of stuff like that, that maybe could help. I mean, I am the tech guy. But you gotta come up there, I can’t bring it all down.”

“Give us five minutes, we’re almost done here.” They made quick work to finish. As they did two other men walked in. “Excellent. Put all of this in the back of one of the black BMWs and pull all three of them around. Come on Scott, show us what you can do.”

All three men walked out of the room and Steve caught Sam’s attention to follow up stairs. When they walked in the room there was stuff everywhere. Open shipping boxes full of parts, tools scattered everywhere. The small trash can by the table in the back of the room was full and overflowing, a pile of trash surrounding it. It looked like every box he had opened exploded all over the room. The only cleared surface was the bed.

“You haven’t even been here a week, dude. How did this happen?” Steve chuckled.

“Back off. This is how I work. Don’t stunt my creativity. The stuffs over here.” He walked to the other side of the room and started pulling out small plastic boxes. He explained the ear buds and how they worked. Open channel for as many as he wanted but he had only made thirteen so far. He hung his head and spoke quietly. “I also made some small explosives.” He didn’t say another word waiting for their reaction.

Bucky’s rumbling laugh broke the silence. “I’m sorry, what? You were making explosives in my house? I don’t know that I’m completely ok with that. But it’s already done so show me what ya got.” They were small. It took two pieces to activate them. Carry them separately and when you’re ready, connect them and they detonate after thirty seconds.

“This is kind of awesome.” Bucky said impressed. “Well, you’ve got the job. But don’t double cross me, you will live long enough to regret it, I promise you.” He assured the man with a straight face. “Come on, lets suit up, we’ve wasted enough time.”

They all went back to Bucky’s office and pulled knives and other weapons off the rack. Steve and Sam started in, Scott hesitated. “We’re dangerous, not stupid. Come on, it’s part of the uniform, no exceptions. Take what you want”

Scott took a step back. “It’s not that. I’m not the dangerous type. I’m more of the guy in the chair type. I can help from here. Satellite feeds, updates. I can crack almost anything from here, alarms, scramble their radios. Let me be the chair guy. I can help more that way.”

Bucky put the last item he pulled back on the rack. “Okay, but when we leave I’m locking the house up tight. You can walk around as much as you want but don’t open any external doors or windows. I already told Hope to send everyone home. She insisted on staying, keep an eye on her. Anything, I mean anything looks weird, call this number, not the police. Come on guys.” He locked all his doors and set all the codes to lock everything in then they left.

You put up a fight. You were drunk but as soon as you felt a hand around your arm you spun fist clenched. Your purse hit the ground when the other man picked you up, spilling some of its contents. You screamed like a damn damsel, that’s the only thing you regret. Of course you knew how to fight. Bucky would never have kept you that close and not given you some guidance. You were just too petite to get enough force behind it. There were three guys. Two tried grabbing you but you turned and your fist connected to something that crunched.

“Bitch!” the man yelled blood already gushing out of his nose. The third guy, who was still towering over Oliver must have abandoned his intent and clocked him over the head leaving him unconscious on the pavement. The other guy was losing his grip on you struggling but the guy with the bloody nose came down hard slapping you on the face making you stagger.

“Back off. The boss said one piece. And he meant not a hair out of place. Get ahold of yourself. Make yourself useful and get her bag off the ground and open the trunk.” He did as he was told then walked over and opened the trunk. They unceremoniously threw you in, rolling you over they tired your hands behind your back then tied a gag around your mouth. You knew there was no reason to waste energy kicking the inside of the trunk, it would be insulated for this very purpose. You steadied your breathing and tried to count turns, to listen for anything that might clue Bucky in if you had the chance to speak with him.

Finally the car stopped and they opened the lid, picked you up and placing you on your feet. “Fix her dress, we don’t need him anymore pissed off then he will undoubtedly already be. Get her inside.”

You smelled water, looking around you assumed you were on some shipping port. A cool breeze blew sending chills up your whole body. You stood there, knees shaking, trying to steady yourself. Of course you were afraid, you knew this was about Bucky, which meant you knew Bucky would come for you. He would always come for you. A tight hand gripped your arm again and pushed you inside into a warehouse. The walked you through several hallways and down a flight of stairs. A strong hand forced you down into a chair. Two other men came over and tied you to the chair and removed your gag. You said nothing, just kept a resting bitch face and scanned the room. Bucky had taught you that too, what to look for, weaknesses, exits, neglected weapons. One of the men from earlier tossed your bag on the table a few feet away from you.

There were four men total, now that the coming and going had subsided. Two standing at the table, the other two a few feet from the door. None of them spoke to you or even looked at you, they were unimportant you decided. Just then the door opened and an older man dressed in a nice suit walked in followed by two other men. One very tall and muscular, the other average size, good looking. You recognized him, but from where.

The older man walked over to you and appraised you then turned to the smaller man accompanying him. “Is this her? Is this his girl, the woman that has all of Mr. Barnes’ attention?”

“Yes, sir.” He said confidently.

“Then why do they tell me he was nowhere around? Not only that, she was getting very friendly with another man. Someone no one has ever seen before. Not any of his known acquaintances.”

“This is her, no mistake.” He was looking nervous, creating distance from the older man at a slow rate.

You smirked, letting out the tiniest laugh, then let it fade from your lips, when you finally placed the man. “Yes, miss. Do you have something to add?” the older man was clearly irritated.

“It’s just funny. I mean, it’s not that I gave you a second thought after I got in my car and drove away from the running trails, but it did make me feel kind of pretty.” You said slowly, every word dripped in sarcasm. It was the man from the park, you thought he was hitting on you but he was just making sure you were the bait to get to Bucky. “I do have to add though, finding that out has so far been the most disappointing part of the evening so far.”

The irritation fell from his face, replaced with a sinister smile. “Good, good. That means we don’t have long. We just need a little information from you dearie. Then we will call your prince and let him know where he can come and retrieve you. So, the sooner you talk, the sooner all of this unpleasantness can be over.”

He started out very professional, asking you things about Bucky’s house and schedule. You didn’t say a word. You could see the impatience rising. He motioned at the larger man. He walked over and backhanded you, cutting your cheek open with his ring. You rocked your jaw back and forth a couple times. Your hands were tied behind the back of the chair and your ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Let’s start again,” The older man posed as the large man stepped to the other side of the room again. He asked the same questions over and over again, and again you didn’t answer. “My patience is thin. Go ahead Drax, get her feeling chatty.”

He stepped away and Drax moved closer. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your head back hard and punched you in the stomach. You groaned and tried to curl forward, his hand in your hair kept your body from moving. He jerked his hand away and punched you in the jaw.

Tears fell down your face and you spit blood on the floor. You wanted to lose it. To cry and curl up in the fetal position. It hurt so much, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. He stepped back from you.

“Anything to say yet?” he asked, sounding incredibly stupid. That was the only conscious thought running laps in your brain was how incredibly stupid this man probably was. The last thirty minutes had sobered you up pretty good but you were still tipsy. You giggled to yourself, thinking how grateful you were that you didn’t have to actually ever have a conversation with this man. “What’s so funny?” he asked angrily, thinking his assault had no effect on you.

You spit more blood on the floor again and full on laughed. “I was just thinking about how incredibly stupid you must be.” He tilted his head to the side like a dog, looking confused. “I mean in everyday life I’m sure you are, but you really must be. He’ll kill for this, you know. All of you.” you looked at the men scattered around the edges of the room. “YOU HEAR ME!” that caught their attention. “HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS! Every. Last. One. Of. You.”

In anger Drax rushed you with blade in hand and cut a ten inch gash horizontal across your rib cage. “Tell us what you know!” he barked. “You must know something. Tell us what you know!”

The cut burned like fire spreading across your torso. You gathered your remaining strength and pressed the pain back. You mind was racing. How long had you been gone? Was you phone in your purse? You never did turn off phone tracker, Bucky could find you if it was in there? If not did he know where they would take you? How long would it take him to get to you? Would you be able to hold out long enough? “Fine, I’ll tell you what I what I know. I’ll tell you all about the house.” You coughed and tasted bile and blood. “Water first.” That was good right, waste some time. It didn’t take long, someone carried a bottle of water in. He poured some in your mouth.

“Now talk!” The old man demanded from the back of the room, spit flying from his mouth.

You steadied yourself. You spoke slowly at first not knowing where you were going with the words, “His house is three stories. It’s a spacious eight bedroom, modern build. It has two master bedrooms, located on different floors, a sunroom, and three spacious living rooms. A full kitchen inside set off to the side and an outdoor kitchen as well. There is an in ground pool and hot tub with pool house. Overseeing a gorgeous, unobstructed, view off the back patio. It’s located in a gorgeous up and coming neighborhood on almost a full acre.” You said in your best game show voice. “The property was appraised at $1.1 mill, but sorry fellas, I don’t think he’s trying to sell right now.”

Drax growled and added a matching cut an inch below the first. You cried out in pain. “He won’t like you so much if you come back broken. You should talk soon or it will all have been in vain, my sweet girl. We will return you looking no better than a rag doll and he won’t want you then. That is if we don’t kill you.” He turned to the other men in the room. “What else do we have? Has anyone gone through her bag? Anything in there?”

One of the men turned and dumped the bag on the table. It was a clutch so it didn’t hold much. A lipstick, a few lose cigarettes, a lighter, some cash and your iPod. No phone, damn!

“I’ll take a smoke if you don’t mind.” The old man turned and looked at you.

“Fine.” He waved his in your direction. “She’s not getting out of this room with all of us here anyway.” One of the men walked over and put one in your mouth, he lit it then cut one hand free.

“If we’re gunna be here a while turn on some music.” You were in too much pain, any distraction had to help. The old man was huddled on the other side of the room with three others, not paying attention to you. You made eyes at the man who cut your hand free. “Come on. It’s won’t hurt anything.” He walked over and got the device off the table. “The code is 8888. Go to playlists, I know just what we need. Hit the playlist, Songs To Murder To.” He complied. The first song came on right as the powwow broke up. The Ipod got tossed back on the table still playing.

Drax approached you. “You are running out of time because he is running out of patience.” He motioned towards his father. You sat there silently smoking. You didn’t know what he thought that was going to pull from you. Silence fell the room except ELO on the player.

Finally the old man spoke, “What is this garbage playing, turn it off. Who put this on anyway? It’s no way to work.” Irritation consuming his.

“Leave it on, come on, I need to know.” You interjected.

“Need to know what?” the man barked at you again.

“Not really a need so much as a want. I want to know what Bucky will be listening to when he shows up to murder each and every one of you.” There was a distant sound of explosion. Relief flooded you. “See.” Drax lost control and made a third cut under the other two. You used your free hand to break his nose before he could do more damage. Fear flooded the old man’s face. He started barking orders, sent some of the men to go find the noise and the rest to stand guard outside the door. Then the two of you sat facing each other in silence as more noises erupted outside.

They drove off from the house in a hurry, not noticing Oliver parked down the street. He followed them as they pulled away. Bucky got out of the car at the abandoned gas station. There were already over thirty men gathered, leaning on cars, all armed heavily. He was impressed. This was the empire he had built but he had never put it to use like this. He walked over to one of the men, pulling out his pack of smokes and lit one up. He greeted as many as he thought necessary. They all knew him. Some had been part of his father’s crew, men he had known most of his life, he was careful in who he had kept. Most of them were handpicked by him or Steve, but ultimately he would assess them for himself before bringing them on.

Steve walked over to the back of one of the cars and unrolled the plans Scott had printed across the trunk. The other men took turns reviewing them as Steve spoke laying out the plans. The men were grouped off and started getting the rest of their things situated.

“This open field behind here leads right to the docks. There’s bolt cutter in my trunk. Grab them just in case.” One of the other men called to another. Bucky handed out com systems to the head of every family and gave instructions. After putting his own he reached into one of the pockets and put one of his wireless headphones into the other ear and prompted his iPod. He pulled a mask out from another pocket and secured it to his face, guarding him against any smoke or debris. When all of the men had stopped their movement and turned to face him he raised one hand and turned it in the air a few times and they started forward through the field.

There was a chain link fence surrounding the docks and he men made quick work of cutting out a hole large enough to slip in. Once Bucky made it through he reached in his pocket and pressed play. ELO sprang to life in his ear. Bucky chuckled to himself, you had a sick sense of humor. God, he was so in love with you. He steeled himself again, ready for the task at hand.  He adjusted the volume, needing a balance of music but also able to hear everything around him. When everyone was in they spilt up and departed in different directions. Sam led his team around the back of the building Bucky and Scott had decided was mostly where you were being kept. Bucky And Steve took three other men with them to the front. There was some chatter in the com between some of the other men and Scott giving directions, or a count of bodies outside the buildings. Right before they reached the door gun shots fired in the distance.

“We need to get this done fast now. Someone will know we’re here now. You got that Sam?” he called and Sam confirmed. One of the men pulled the door open on a silent count of three and Bucky stormed in first, sweeping his gun from side to side. They moved down the hallways quickly, then came to an opening in the back. Close behind him a shot went off. Steve was right behind his and clipped a guy as he was coming up a set of stairs. Bucky quickly turned to see the target as another man came up and Bucky pulled his own trigger dropping the second man. He and Steve looked at each other in gratitude.

“I’d put money that’s where they have her.” Steve motioned to the two men now bleeding on the stairs.

“No doubt. Let’s sweep this top area first. We don’t need anyone coming up behind us.” The five men spread out opening extra doors and closets. Bucky heard two shots behind him and sent Steve to follow up.

Sam’s voice came through the coms. “Shit!” Gun fire was heard outside the building. “We’re pinned down out here. Someone open the fucking door.”

“What side of the building are you on?” The concern in Steve’s voice was only noticeable to Bucky.

“Fuck man, I don’t know. I’ll send a signal.”

“I’m inside. I can’t see any signal.” Steve’s legs were carrying him swiftly about the perimeter of the room, not knowing what he was looking for. Then everyone heard it, an explosion. The door to Steve’s right rattled.

“Get back!” he yelled, and kicked the door open with more force than necessary. The other men ran in pulling the door behind them.

“Let’s get moving men, everyone will have heard that. Steve, with me down those steps. The rest of you spread out and don’t let anyone in behind us. The men moved into action. Steve followed Bucky down the stairs, stepping over the bodies. When they reached the bottom the hallway spilt. Bucky went right, Steve took left. Bucky kicked open a couple doors, not running into anyone. He was about to open the last door when he heard shots. He turned and ran towards the direction Steve had gone. He saw three bodies on the floor. Aiming his gun he turned just in time to see Steve get hit twice in the chest. He stumbled back, losing is balance, tripping over one of the bodies. As he went down another bullet connected.

Bucky’s jaw turned to stone, his eyes burning red and his chest tightened. he couldn’t breathe. Bile rose in the back of his throat as he choked back silent weeping. He tucked the gun to his chest with his flesh hand not trusting himself, his metal hand gripped into a fist. His body ached to scream out, to run over and check his wounds. He breathed out deeply and raised his gun again. He pressed himself to the wall and peeked around the corner counting men. Four. Find the pattern. He leaned away and closed his eyes briefly, calculating his next move. His eyes flashed open and he quickly jerked into the doorway, getting off all four shots before they had time to react, the room was clear. He stepped around Steve’s motionless body, as blood started pooling on the concrete floor.

“Sam……….Steve’s down.” He said solemnly into the com. “I don’t know how many men are still down here. I’m going to Maggie.” He didn’t wait for a reply just proceeded forward. Out of nowhere something struck him in the back of the head. He stumbled, then quickly dodged a fist coming at his face. Gun still in his flesh hand his metal fist connected. It was Drax and Bucky saw red. He was in a black-out rage. He threw his gun in the corner.

“You won’t live long enough to regret this, but I’m certain you father is on the other side of that door and he will.” Bucky struck again. As his fist connected to Drax’s face he felt the cold metal of a blade penetrate his side. He stepped back and Drax pulled the blade out as he went. A sick grin crossed Bucky’s face. Drax sent a right hook into his jaw.

“Your buddy over there don’t look so good. He came around that corner too quick and I got a couple clean shots on him. Too bad you weren’t there to protect him, just like the little misses in there. I messed her up too.” He stated proudly.

Bucky wiped the blood off his lip with his metal thumb and pulled the knife off his thigh with the other hand. “I changed my mind. You will feel the pain of my blade.”

Drax lunged forward and Bucky dropped his body into a knee. He sliced across the other man’s stomach. Turning as he stood up and stabbing him in the shoulder causing Drax to drop his knife. Bucky kicked it away quickly. He grabbed him by the throat and threw him to the ground, jamming his knife into his thigh. Drax screamed out in pain as he went down. When his cries fell silent Bucky heard you scream from the other side of the door. He quickly retracted his knife and stabbed the large man square in the chest. Grabbed his gun and kicked the door open.

He led with his gun into the room. His blood ran cold when he took in the scene of the room. You were tied to a chair, cut and bloody. The old man was standing behind you with a gun to your head. He ripped the mask off his face and gave you a smile, completely ignoring the other man. “Hey princess,” he spoke calmly, reaching up and pulling the ear bud out and tossing it on the floor. “Good song baby, I was just listening to the same thing.” You smiled despite yourself. He was so endearing, love dripping from every syllable, no harshness or cruelty. “I need you to do me a favor and stay calm, ok pretty girl?” Your body was tense but you remained perfectly still, you nodded your head.

“This is your last chance to walk out of here alive Banner?” He was like Jekyll and Hyde. A different man now stood before you. You had never seen this man before. You knew he had this side. All those nights he came home bloody. The countless times you bandaged knuckles busted open. The smell of gun powder on his hand as he caressed your face. But you had never in fact witnessed it, you tried not to let it terrify you.

There was a rattle of noise outside the door. Your face turned from calm to terror as another one of Banner’s men stepped in the door and got a single shot off, missing Bucky. Keeping his eyes in a dead lock on Banner he turned his gun and fired, hitting the man square in the forehead and the body dropped with a thud. “What’s it going to be?”

“I have the upper hand here.” Banner tried to find his leverage but fear drenched his words. “So, no. I think I’ll play the hand I have.”

You cried out quietly in pain. You had tried to hold it in but the bullet had pierced through your shoulder and warm blood was now flowing down your arm. The noise distracted the old man and Bucky used that split second to pull a knife and throw it. It sank into the other man’s neck and he dropped his arm. Bucky rushed forward and kicked him full force in the chest, causing him to stumble back and fall into the table. Just then Sam ran into the room with men following him.

“Get him tied up,” Bucky motioned to the body. “but keep him alive. He is going to suffer for this.” He dropped in front of you, brushing your hair off your face. He went to start untying you when he saw the blood on your arm. He’s motions became smoother, he stopped jerking the ropes so much. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” His eyes were wet, but he held his composer. When he was done cutting the ropes off you he put his hand out to help you up. “Someone get her stuff off the table.” He ordered.

You stumbled to get up. “James,” you said weakly, trying to hold back stairs. “I turned my ankle. I can’t walk.” It was almost a whisper. He reached down, putting an arm under your knees and picked you up.

He carried you out. You let out a gasp as he stepped around Steve, lying bloody on the floor. He moved up the stairs his nose buried in the hair whispering apologize and confessions of love the whole way. “God baby, I’m so sorry. Don’t look. You’re safe now and that’s all that matters. I’m going to take of you, of all of this.” He started swearing in Russian.

There was still gunfire going off in the back ground, it became louder when you got outside. You scanned the area, looking for a car or anything to get you away from here. That’s when you saw Oliver, leaning against his car. Bucky set you down, still supporting you. He leaned into your ear, “Go to him. Just go. I’m not done here.” He kissed your temple, his last goodbye. Your mind was so confused. You just wanted to get away. You took off half running half limping to your freedom. Oliver saw you and ran your direction. He put his arms around you and picked you up into a hug. The cuts on your torso burned. “God, baby. I was so worried. Come on, let’s go.” There was fear in his voice. When you reached the car he opened the door and tried to hurry you inside of it. He wanted to get away from this place as fast as he could. That’s when you heard yelling from behind you. You stopped one leg in the car. Oliver went to speak but you placed a hand on his mouth and shushed him.

You could barely make out what he was saying. “Banner is done! Whatever he was paying you, the money stops now. I will allow anyone who is here to hire to leave, but know you owe me a debt and I will come to claim it. If you leave now my men will let you go, you have three minutes to do so. To everyone else, everyone directly connected to this lunacy, stop now and we will delivery some amount of mercy!” All of the gun fire ceased.

“Maggie! Get in the car.” He demanded. You stepped out and limped to the back. You saw Bucky surrounded by several of his men. At some point he looked over and saw you were still there. A moment later he started towards you. You smiled and started towards him. Oliver tried to grab your arm but was too late and you pulled it free. When you reached him you tried to put both arms around him, but neither would raise. He stopped running a few feet from you when he saw your pain and slowly walked to close the distance.

Tears fell silently down your face. “Oh my god, Steve.” You started sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry. Oh god, we have to tell Nat. You shouldn’t be out here with me right now you should be with him.” You were frantic, he wrapped his arms around you lightly.

He shushed you, trying to calm you. “The guys have instructions, everything is under control. But, Maggie, I want you to know how sorry I am for all for this. I never thought it would be you in harm’s way.” He pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours. He was strategic where he placed his hands on you. Just above your hip on the side without the gashes he laid his hand and rubbed small circles with his thumb. “Let me get you bandaged up. Let me fix this and then you can go with him and you will never have to see me ever again.” His voice broke half way through.

“You’re such and idiot.” Bucky’s hands stopped moving. He was crushed. His body tensed, but he was ready for this. He stood there like a child waiting to be scolded. “It’s you. It’s always been you.” you reached your hands up as high as they would go and grabbed his collar pulling him into a kiss. As soon as he kissed back you cried out in pain and fell into him. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was overwhelming you. You closed your eyes and more tears fell. He caught you awkwardly, trying not to touch anything that might be hurt.

“SO THAT’S IT THEN?” Oliver yelled behind you. You turned to face him.

You tried to be nice. “I’m sorry. I didn-“

“Oh stop! This is unbelievable. We were good together. You don’t need this crap Mags. Just get in the car with me and I’ll take you to the hospital. You will never be safe with him. Never. Now come on and forget about him. Let’s go. What is it, him or me?” He held his hand out for you to take.

“Oliver.” You sighed. “It was always going to be him. I’m sorry.”

With that, Oliver took a swing at Bucky’s face. He wasn’t excepting it and stumbled trying to avoid it, losing his grip on you, and you fell to the ground. Bucky’s metal hand snapped up, gripped around Oliver’s neck. Pure terror flooded his face.

“STOP!!! James, stop!! Please don’t.” You begged. You reached up quickly and wrapped both hands around his flesh hand. He stopped his motion. “Take me home baby, just take me home and forget about him. He’s not worth it. I just want to go home.” You pleaded one last time.

Bucky released him, pushing him as he did. Bucky leaned down and picked you up again. You melted into him, laying your head on his shoulder. “The car is just across this field. Come on baby, I got you.” he purred.

“James,” you said weakly.

“Yes?” he replied, but you had already passed out.

Next Chapter

Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldn’t find a reason why, no another excuse to stay, she didn’t.

A/n: This was my first write ever. I’m continuing this series in one shots. #RulesWereMade Slowly, If you have any requests please send them to me and i will write them. Enjoy.  

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Tiny bit of smut. More to come tho. First attempt at writing so please ignore me or leave comments.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

“Just keep walking,” you mumbled under your breath. Eyes still facing forward firmly finally finding a target. You refused to dip your head.  Look down.  Let him or anyone else think you were sulking or any less confident than you had let on.

The truth was it broke you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been expecting it, your guard was down. You had never imagined that a simple wedding for someone either of you barely knew is the place you would be tested. There you were in casual conversation, suffering through some boring doctor finish his winded story with what you were sure was a sad punch line. Your mouth was tipped up on que to laugh with the crowd when you locked eyes. If that wasn’t bad enough he laughed too.

God you missed his laugh. Your blood ran cold and your whole body locked. You hadn’t seen him in almost 9 months. 8 months and 27 days to be exact. You felt like an addict counting the days. To be honest, you hadn’t figured out if the counting helped or hurt. But he laughed. You got a fix and you were back at the beginning.

You didn’t pull your eyes away. More like you couldn’t pull your eyes away. You felt the breathe catch in your throat as you struggled to free it. He ran his lower lip thru his teeth and held it there. His eyes slowly took in every inch of you. The man standing next to him put out a hand for a shake.

“James Barnes.” He said, trying to conceal shock in his voice. The man seemed to be in his mid-thirties, well dressed, and he spoke with confidence.  “What an honor, sir. I can’t believe you accepted our invitation. We can’t thank you enough for everything you did for my sister. This wedding has been her dream come true and it never would have happened if you hadn’t step in and………” his voice drowned out in your head as Bucky’s lip finally escaped his teeth. His perfect teeth. And you knew what he was thinking.  

Red.  You wore red.

You couldn’t catch your breath as he moaned into your neck. He had pushed you into a random closet just off the main hallway. It was the middle of the day and you were at a ladies lunch where they were honoring Bucky for all the money and work he had put in to getting a new women’s shelter build.  This was the first time he had shown you what it was like when he wasn’t in complete control. Not that the relationship was new by any means. But he grabbed your wrist and pulled you, catching you off guard. You fell into him and he slammed the door shut.

“You shouldn’t have worn red.” Lust had changed the color of his eyes.  He was biting his lips so hard you were waiting to see blood that never appeared. It was a simple red dress. Very reminiscent of the infamous white one Marilyn Monroe had worn. Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck as he tangled his fingers in your hair pulling at it slightly.

“Kiss me, Bucky.” You smiled into his mouth as you forehead touched his. You laughed a little being flirting “Hurry, before they start looking for us. Let’s go.” You nipped his lip a little then turned, pulling at his hand to leave. He used the hold on he still hand around your wrist to spin you back into him, and he let out a low growl. You loved this side of him. He grabbed your thigh and pulled you up pinning you against the door with his body.

“You really shouldn’t have worn red. I can’t control myself with the way you look right now.” With that he smashed his lips into yours, his tongue piercing through your lips tasting you. You moaned into his kiss. You wrap your legs around his body pulling him that much closer. One of his hands slid up to your core to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear. You never were. He liked that about you. He needed to know how wet you were, that always turned him on. And you stepped up as you always did, absolutely sopping.  He was always aggressive but a handful of times he had taken it a bit too far and you had to put him in his place. Your mind began to race that this was one of those times.

He grabbed at you. Biting and sucking on your skin you could feel him leaving marks already. One hand holding you he reached to undo his pants and free his hardening member. You tried to plead with him, “James…..” the word fell off. God he felt good. “ wait…….we can’t…….Ja” it fell on deaf ears. He pinned you back and lined himself up to enter you. You held in a breath waiting for it to tear into you and he stopped. Dead still not a muscle flinching and he looked you dead in to eyes.

“Is this ok?” he stared into your eyes. You let out the breathe you didn’t know you were holding in and nodded hard.  He must have looked a little startled because he still didn’t move. “Are you sure? You don’t look sure. I love you. I’m not some animal. Not when it comes to you at least. I can stop if you want me to.”

You pulled his hair tighter “Ravage me. I still want to feel this tomorrow.” With that he filled you, pressing his body into you, and keeping a punishing pace. You bit into his shoulder to muffle the sounds.

This dress however. This dress was tight and satin. This dress used as little fabric as possible but still held an elegance enough to wear to a formal outing. It hugged every inch of you perfectly and for Bucky left just enough to the imagination to send it brain into overdrive.  

“So really man we can’t thank you enough.” He clapped his hand on Bucky’s shoulder now giving him a broad smile. “I don’t know how you did it man, but thanks”

That’s when he finally took his eyes off of you for the first time. “Well, I have to say being the boss does have its perks.” He said casually. That’s when you took your chance. Leaning in to excuse yourself with the woman next to you, you walked with a purpose right out the doors and into the hallway. You were headed to the bathroom when you saw Oliver, your target. With as much grace as you could muster you gently linked your arms in his and leaned in to tell him you weren’t feeling well and wanted to leave.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. Excused himself from the conversation and the two of you walked down the hall towards the exit. Against every good thought you had inside of you, you turned to glance behind you. He was standing in the doorway of the hall. Glass in hand. Just watching. Watching you walk away on the arm of another man.

Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldn’t find a reason why, no, another excuse to stay, she didn’t.

Words: 3600+

Warnings: Nothing much. Light female masturbation

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

Previous Chapter

You said nothing in to car. A few hmm’s and uh huh’s to keep the conversation going as Oliver carried the load talking about how he had enjoyed the wedding and the people he had spoken to. Oliver was a doctor and he took every opportunity to network. You did a bit of the same thing but not for business. You were just social, you had never met a stranger in your life.  You treated every one and every conversation like a friend.  But he was sweet. He didn’t press you and took your words at face value when you said you didn’t feel well.

As you pulled into the parking garage he squeezed your hand. “Why don’t you go take a hot shower and I’ll make you some hot tea.” He pulled into the garage and put the car in park. He turned his body to face yours and brushed the back of his hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes. “Is there anything else you need?”

He was perfect.  He always said the right thing and did the right thing. He was 6’2” and muscular. Worked out more than anyone with his work schedule should allow. Dark blonde hair, chiseled biceps, and just the right amount of scruff. Like, all the time. Not too short, not too long.  It was almost Disney prince status perfection. He was witty, and kind. She should tell him to stay.  Maybe invite him into the shower. Wrap your body around him in the bed and make him stay all night.

“I would love soup. From that ramen place down on 3rd. I know it’s a little far. And I’m not even sure I’ll want it by the time You get back. I don’t know.” You hesitated as your voice trailed off and your eyes fell to look at the center console.

“At last you’re honest.” He smirked, and god was it sexy. “I don’t mind, really, even if you don’t eat it. Its less than 20 minutes away and I want to call and check on my mom. She hasn’t been feeling well the last day or two. I hope you’re not catching what she has. She hasn’t left the bed.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Go take your shower and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You smiled slightly and got out the car. Shutting the door you blow him a kiss through the window before walking over to the elevator. You let out a long breath after the doors closed. Why were you letting him affect you like this? He didn’t even speak to you. You left. You were in control and you walked away the way you wanted to, like a boss. But, god! the way he looked at you. Like he could taste you. Like every inappropriate though in the world was running through his head. At least half of those thought were provided by you and the nasty things you were thinking about him.

NO! Stop thinking about him. You unlocked the door to your loft and walked towards the bedroom starting to undress. Rules were made. Well Dua Lipa made rules which you played on repeat for months after you finally broke it off for good. You walked into the bathroom and turned on your iPod. It was childish you knew but it really had helped you stay strong when you left. I mean everyone had a break up song right? You remembered when you mom divorced your dad and she listened to Cher’s Life After Love on repeat all day every day for almost a year.  You turned the shower on and it misted up the bathroom.  There was a very high tech shower system in your apartment. Spa features, 4 shower heads, diffuser, a bench, it doubled as a sauna. You turned the setting to steam the room as you finished undressing and the music started.

You step in singing along. “One.  Don’t pick up the phone you know he’s only calling cause he’s drunk and alone. Two. Don’t let him in you’ll have to kick him out again. Three don’t be his friend….” Your mind started to wander. Trying not to think about him AND singing about him gave you zero results.

You rushed out the coffee shop with your tea, yoga mat under your arm, turning, trying to get out the door.  You got this. Fifteen minutes till your new yoga class started. You were new to this side of town but excited. You had moved out of your parents’ house and were on your own. Sure you let them pay for your new place but it was all yours on the other side of town. They had money. Crime money. It used to bother you when you were younger but the more you grew up and saw some of the good that could come from it, it didn’t bother you so much. You weren’t really a part of that world anyway. You had gone to school with other kids from the same types of families and they were in and out of the house from time to time. Other than that you were completely detached from all of it, except accepting the money of course.

You ran into a chair and when you looked up to put it back and apologize you saw a familiar face from high school.

“JAMES!” you practically squealed, you voice coming out much louder than you intended. “Oh my gosh. How have you been? I haven’t seen you in years. Well, 6 years to be exact. Maybe less, I think we saw each other a couple times after graduation.” Your smile was big. You always got more excited than you intended when things like this happened. Well really when anything happened that you liked. It was hard for you to keep it on the inside. It was one of the things you didn’t really like about yourself. You came on too strong and not everyone liked that.

He just stayed sitting at the table looking up at you and you just kept talking. He opened his mouth invite you to stay. “Do you want t-“

“Do you live over here? I just moved to this side of town. That’s so weird to find you here.” Your yoga mat unrolled under your arm. You looked down at it. “uh! I feel like such a klutz lately.” You laughed and set your drink down to roll you mat back up, that’s when you looked down at your watch.

“Crap. Hey I gotta go. I have a yoga class starting in like 5 minutes. It was so great seeing you. Text me and we can get together. I don’t have much going on since I’m new around here just yoga every Monday Wednesday and Friday, but I can’t wait to catch up. You leaned in and kissed his cheek as you rushed off.

You got set up and started in your yoga class and when you were letting your mind wander you thought about the conversation you just had. You had always thought James was cute in high school but damn growing up looked good on him. And you spazzed out. Of course you did. AND you told him to text you, as if he still had your number. Had he ever had your number? What. A. Dork.

You smiled at yourself. Pressed your hands on the tile and leaning in until your forehead touched the cool ceramic as the hot water ran over your body. The song had changed. Thank god. That song was torture at this point. You grabbed your loofa and added soap. You started rubbing it against your skin running it over your arms and down you breast stimulating your nipples. You closed your eyes and Bucky’s body flashed into your thoughts. His chest. You bit your lower lip and kept running the soap over your body, up and down your legs as his arms flashed into your brain. One flesh and toned and large; the other shaped the same but metal. A moan slipped out of your mouth as you dropped the loofa when fingers found your clit and you began rubbing in rhythmic stride. Your body fell back onto the wall and tensed arching your back when the cold tile hit flesh. Your free hand ran up the side of your body and groped your breast pulling at your nipple to make it hard again as you quickened you pace. Fuck you missed him. His arms around you, in your hair pulling it. The way he smiled into a kiss with you. Your ass ached to feel him smack it while he drove into you endlessly. The way his eyes bore into you when he was on top. The feel of his metal hand fingering you. Your orgasm tipped over the edge and your legs locked as you rode it out slowing your pace as you finished.

The shower was hot. Much hotter than it had been minutes ago. Almost all of the soap had been washed off your body. You turned the faucet cooler and started rinsing the conditioner out of your hair when Oliver stepped into the bathroom.

“Hey baby I’m back. Did you still want this soup or should I put it in the fridge?”

“Leave it out. I’m getting out now and I’m ravenous.” You stepped out of the shower and put a towel around you. Oliver’s arm found their way around your body too and he ran his hand up and down your back pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head.

“I was worried about you. You never get sick suddenly like that. You sure everything’s ok? Did the shower help?”

You kept your arms tucked to your chest and let him keep holding you without hugging back. You loved being held more than holding back. “Yeah baby. I think I’m a lot better now, just hungry.” You looked up, wrapped a hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

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Bucky climbed into his car alone. He had come alone, why wouldn’t he leave alone. He had been alone for months now. He had gone to this wedding knowing, no hoping, you would be there too. When he agreed to help one of his “business partner’s” niece secure “the wedding venue she had dreamed of her whole life”. The name had rung bell and he hoped it was because she was friend or at least acquaintance of yours and that you would be there. It was thin, he knew, but he had stopped calling and texting when you hadn’t once responded that way. You quit your yoga class and didn’t go to your favorite coffee shop. With that he had run out of excuses to get himself in front of you. He used the excuse of a head count for the owner to get a look at the guest list. That’s when he found your name with a verified plus one after it.

He had stressed for over a week what to wear. He felt like a girl in a bad teen romcom. He asked the shop girl several times how he looked and insisted she bring three other sales women over to verify what she stated, that he had chosen the best one and it fit his body perfectly, (“and that he looked tasty enough to eat” one had whispered walking away with a giggle).

He showed up late so that you wouldn’t be able to see him before he was ready. He heard you laugh the second he walked in the room. He swallowed hard and it hurt moving down his throat but he put one foot in front of the other and moved toward you. He still couldn’t figure out what he was going to say to you once he closed in. Luckily someone was in the middle of a story so he seamlessly moved into the crowd of people listening, directly across from you. He stepped in the circle and saw all of you for the first time and his body forgot to keep breathing. When his body did catch up to his brain and start working correctly again it was just in time to answer some gushing fan. He was still at a loss of what to say to you when he turned to you but it didn’t matter you never gave him a chance to speak when you walked off wordlessly.

He excused himself quickly and moved at a steady pace trying to catch up to you without drawing attention to himself by running. By the time he got to the door you were already down the hall wrapping your arm into another man’s arm, whispering in his ear, and walking away. His stare pressed on, soaking up every second of you that he could put his eyes on. Then, you turned, locked eyes with him briefly, to make sure he was looking, then kept walking on. “Yes!” he mumbled under his breathe like a middle school boy and grinned as he turned to walk to his car.  It was still early in the night so he went to the one place he always went to when he wanted to escape these days, the coffee shop.

It was barely autumn and the weather hadn’t turned yet. He walked in and the girl behind the count smiled at his presence and simply asked, “Hot or cold tonight, Mr. Barnes?’

He leaned on the counter and looked outside at all the empty tables, let out a deep breathe, unclenched his lips and turned back to the girl. “Hot I guess, but I’ll sit inside. And I’ve told you to call me Bucky. And darling, that’s not an offer I extend to many people so you should feel privileged.” He added with a lighthearted grin and winked when she handed him his coffee, a vanilla single shot latte, because it was late. “Thanks doll, you know me so well.” he smiled again as he paid her with a fifty and walked over to the lounge chair in the corner, not looking back once. He was always such a flirt, especially when you were on his mind.

He pulled the paper back copy of The Once and Future King out of his back pocket, sat down, and stared at the pages, sipping his latte. He wanted to read, even though he had read this particular book more than a dozen time. He wanted to read because that had always been his escape. In school or when he could stand the things that went on in his house. When he was at war, and constantly in the hospital after he lost his arm in an explosion. And when his father had asked him, begged him, to take over the business when he got sick.

He did it the right way. His father really was a fair man. He had given him plenty of time to think it over. Given him options if he didn’t want to. Told him his desires but never forced them on him. No, in the end it had been Bucky’s decision to step up and be the head of it all. He stared out into the court yard in front the coffee shop and thought of that day.

His dad looked bad that morning. He called him into the office he had at the house mid-morning. When Bucky walked in he was in the middle of a coughing fit that had turned his face a reddish grey, but he waved Bucky in and gestured for him to sit down. He quickly stepped into the adjacent bathroom to wipe his mouth and was back out again.

“James.” He said but it sounded nothing like the voice that had been calling on him for over 20 years. He closed his eyes briefly and let out a long sigh. “I hate to bother you again and I know I said I would give you time but sitting behind this desk and dealing with all off these……things.” He waved his hands over the papers on his desk. “It tires me out more than I let on. I fought most of my life to get to the top and here I am, but I’m done and I’m tired and I need to know if it’s not going to be you, I need to figure out who.”

Bucky sank his head. If you had asked him growing up if he ever wanted to take up the head of the family he would not hesitate to tell you no. He was smart enough. He had a low enough moral compass to not be guilted by the deeds he would have to partake in. He was tough and after what he had seen and done overseas he had enough cruelty in him to withstand almost anything. What he didn’t have was a passion for it. For any of it, or anything really. That’s why he ran off and joined the war. He knew it was cliche but getting out was the only way of getting away from it. It had changed him though, in ways he hadn’t expected. Being a part of a team. Men he had never met before and trusting them with his life and theirs to him. It built in him the sense of family that his father had always gone on and on about and that he had never understood.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” He lifted his head to meet his father’s eyes. “Give me three more days. I will have an answer for you before Thursday.”

His father opened his mouth to answer but started coughing again. He held a handkerchief to his mouth and nodded his head as he used his hand to shoo Bucky out of the room. Bucky closed the door behind himself. He ran up to his room, grabbed a book and left the house.

He drove for a long while to the other side of town. He wanted to think, really think without any interruptions or anyone noticing him. He found a small coffee shop with some tables outside a few blocks off the main street with little foot traffic. He ordered a latte and went outside to read. He hadn’t been reading for ten minutes when a clumsy girl ran into the chair opposite of him.

By the time he looked up she was already apologizing and rambling on when he recognized her face the same time she did his. When he opened his mouth to answer one of her questions she just kept talking, somewhat louder than necessary. He remembered her from high school.  She was beautiful then but no words came to him that would do justice in discribing her beauty. In a word she was absolutely breath taking. Like literally. All he could think was it was a good thing she never shut up because he had no words in return. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was right then. Maybe she would stay if he did. And if she stayed then he could keep her and look at her always and with perfect beauty next to him always he could never go down a dark path. “Say it stupid. But be a man about it. Smooth and confident.” He mind was working over time trying to listen to you and get his own brain to make words good and fix his face so that he looked handsome. He finally opened to mouth to let the words out when he heard you telling him to text him and kissed him on the cheek as you rushed away.

He sat there dumbfounded staring in your direction slightly heartbroken because he knew he didn’t have your phone number. Why would he? What were you thinking just walking away? He shook his head and laughed out loud a little. Only a creeper would have kept your number after 6 years.

His eyes burned when he finally blinked. How long had he kept them open? He looked over at the barista wiping off the table next to him.

“How’s your book?’ she asked with a smile.

“I’ve read it before, but good.”

“I know. Well, I know that you’ve read it before. Not if it’s good, I’ve never read it. Maybe you could read some to me some time.” She smiled deeply at him then bit her own lip, looking at him hopefully.

“Maybe some other time darlin’. But not tonight.” He stood up and walked past her brushing her arm. “Thanks again.” And he winked at her before he walked out the door. This was always how it started. Some young cute girl would flirt with him and he wouldn’t shut it down. Then they would try harder and he liked the attention. He was confident in who he was but something broken in him craved the attention of strangers. Then he would have a bad run with things at work or something would fall through and he would rush into whatever desperate girl he was stringing along at the time and fuck her loose then never return or see her again. It was sick and anonymous and somehow you always found out. But right now he was trying to get you back. He should walk right back into the shop and tell the girl it was never going to happen but he just kept walking to his car. Hard as a rock by the time he got there.

Summary: It’s been almost a year since you left Bucky for cheating on you. You missed him so much you convinced yourself you could just be friends with him. After having lunch with him in a local diner you made some rules and convinced him too that a friendship was possible.

Words: 6400+

Warnings: Nothing crazy. Kissing. Fingering. Angst and longing.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

 Ch1    Ch2    Ch3    Ch4    Ch5    Ch6

 Bucky was beyond angry. The speedometer never dropping below a hundred. He hoped he got pulled over. He was looking for a fight. But no, that wouldn’t be smart. Before he blinked again he was in his driveway. Adrenaline pumping he made his way to the top floor. Walking through the gym he pushed play on the iPod, then over to the punching bag and started laying into it. He way still topless, the sweat pouring down his body, but relentlessly punching. Music blaring, he stuck another blow and his fist went through the bag and sand spilled out. He pushed the bag with both hands in anger, it did nothing but continue spilling sand as it swung.

He stood there, head hung, as the music playing on. He hadn’t even turned on all the lights. He noticed when he finally picked his head up. He walked over to one of the benches and sat down, hanging his head again and resting his hands on the back of his head. He was near tears. Whether it was sadness or anger or frustration he didn’t know. He only knew he fucked things up……again. He was selfish and greedy with you. If he had been this way when you were together you wouldn’t be gone now and he knew that. He wouldn’t risk messing up like that again or in any other way.

He growled and jerked up. What was this stupid song that was playing? He grabbed the iPod and pulled it off the player, ending the music. He turned his body to throw it when he realized what he was doing. He could never destroy this. You gave it to him and it was everything. Everything you loved. Everything you thought and felt. Everything you felt about him.  He threw his arm down in a mock throw but clung to the electronic. He growled again and walked out of the room.

He hadn’t reached the bottom of the stairs before he almost walked into Steve.  “There you are.” He exclaimed. He took in Bucky’s disheveled, still shirtless, figure. “How was you, uh, workout?”

Bucky shook his head to clear his thoughts and grunted. “Nothing I want to talk about. What’s going on?” He asked, forcing his voice to be calm.

“We think we got something. Might be nothing, could be big. I don’t know. That’s why they pay you the big bucks, I guess.” He smirked, going to place a hand on Bucky’s shoulder but stopped before he reached bare flesh.

Bucky started down the hall towards the end of the hall to his bedroom and office. He looked down at his watch. 8:45. “Great. Ok, give me fifteen to get showered and changed, then be in the office. Who’s we?”

“Scott actually.” He looked at Bucky’s face trying to gage his reaction. Bucky liked to be in control of everything. Steve knew him better than anyone and usually didn’t make mistakes, but every now and then small things would anger him much more than expected. Bucky gave nothing away. “Well, he was already vetted because he works here. He’s actually worked here for over two years, so, uh, I looked over his file. And, well, he has a master’s degree in electrical engineering, and he spent a few years in jail for-“ He could see Bucky getting impatient. “Anyway, he’s a genius and found stuff our other guys might not have. So, your office, fifteen minutes. You, me, Sam and Scott. Anyone else?”

“Not if that’s everyone. See you in there.” With that he turned and walked into his bedroom closing the door behind him.

He let out a long breath and walked into the bathroom turning on the shower. He started to undress when he noticed the iPod in his hand, he had forgotten all about it. He placed it on the counter. It was time for business now, he couldn’t let his brain get all mushy with thoughts of you. This anger inside him was useful for work. He took his phone out of his pocket, subconsciously checking it for a message from you. There was one! What the hell. She said take a break. His hands were unsteady as he swiped to open.

“Nat’s dark day is tomorrow. We’re taking her out. I don’t know what’s going on with you and me but I already promised Wanda I would get Steve there. You can invite whoever else you want. We can figure us out later. We have time. Goodnight James.”

His grin spread from ear to ear. She had already made plans. He had at least one more chance to prove to her that she shouldn’t discard him, that he had change and they could be friends. He needed her, even if it was just as a friend. She kept him in check, called him on his bullshit, never shy about letting him know when he was doing something stupid. He decided against messaging her back before placing his phone on the counter next to the other electronic. Took off his clothes and stepped in for a quick wash.  Towel wrapped around his waist he walked into his closet and pulled out a sand colored suit and put it on. He walked back into the bathroom and combed his hair back, grabbed his phone and walked out the other side into his office.

He took in the room. Steve and Scott were sitting in the chairs across from his desk. Sam was on the sofa on the other side of the room. Scott had a thick folder in his hand. He was trying to look casual but fear and anxiety has his body tensed, Bucky noticed. He walked behind his desk and sat down pulling the chair in. He cleared his throat, “Scott. Nice to see you inside for a change. I see you met Steve.” Steve sat relaxed, having been in this chair hundreds of times. He leaned back and let Bucky do the grilling.

“Yes sir.” He said a little too formally.

“Then he explained everything to you.” He just left it at that, his steel blue eyes boring into the man.

Scott swallowed hard. “Ye-Yes sir.” He answered as firmly as he could, not knowing exactly what he was agreeing to.

“Once you set foot in this room everything changes. Your life is mine now for all intents and purposes. You can do with your free time whatever you like. But you come when I call, and you do what I say. I know this sounds somewhat cultish but it’s very serious. I don’t trust manly people. Shit, I don’t even trust Sam yet.” He nodded over to Sam who was looking through a book he picked up and Sam threw up two fingers in his direction but didn’t look up. “But I trust Steve, and he says you check out. We have very few rules, we are a criminal organization after all. Show up on time, follow the rules, and don’t do anything stupid. If you think it’s stupid, don’t do it, or ask first at least.”

“I’ve had an eye on your work for a while now too. It usually doesn’t move this quickly. We usually make you do shit work and send you on tedious errands and push you till a breaking point and see if you’re still standing. But things have come up and I’m told you’re the man with answers.” He leaned back in his chair a little but never taking his gaze off the man. Scot was nervous but he sat firm and didn’t drop his gaze. “Pick a room in the house, we work late sometimes. Anything open on the second floor. Pick one and ask Hope for the key. My room and office are off limits unless Steve or I say otherwise. There’s always food, you know where the cars are.” He smirked to himself. “You know which ones are off limits. Women are allowed on the second floor and in any of the outside houses and the pools. This is my housed Scott, respect it. Think you can handle that?”

“Yes sir.” He said a third time, sitting up straighter in the chair. “Thank you, sir. This is such an honor. I’ve such a-“

Steve leaned over and clapped a hand down on his shoulder. “Stop trying so hard, man. You got the job. Just don’t muck it up now.” Scott let out a sigh and relaxed slightly.

“Ok, so tell me genius, what did you find? And just call me Bucky for now. It goes back to Mr. Barnes when you mess up.”

Bucky stopped talking and a long silence fell over the room.  Sam stepped over and sat on the corner of Bucky’s desk.  It took a few minutes for Scott to realize the other three sets of eyes in the room were fixed on him. “Right!” He startled. Leaning forward he placed the folder on Bucky’s desk. “So he’s been hiring men. A lot of men. Some of them he integrated into the dock labor force, or all of them. His work force has increased by forty percent but the weird thing is that the faces change. I wrote a computer program to count the different faces of the workers. He has sixty works on the books but the program counted a hundred and forty six faces. I don’t know what it means, I mean I’m not supposed to. I just gather the information. I’m the computer guy.” He must have realized he was rambling and he quickly moved past. “I have pictures of all the men. I also have work schedules and shift changes. I couldn’t get ahold of any container logs. That’s probably done pen and paper, that’s the smart thing anyway, easier to destroy if need be. But I can count the number of containers docking each day.”

Bucky leaned forward and flipped through the pages of information. Picking out the pages with the pictures on them. Then leaning back going over them meticulously. After a long few minutes he pulled a page out and handed it to Steve. “Look at the guy in the top right corner. Isn’t the Strange. The guy we hired for the Pittsburgh job? And this guy,” handing him another sheet “second row middle, we hire him for uh, uh” snapping his fingers.

“Smuggler. We had that sensitive shipment.” Steve stepping in to jog his memory.

“And his guy,” he pointed to one of the pages on the desk. “I hired him to do security when he took over The Pussycat.”

“If we really picked through this I bet we would find dozens more. So we have over a hundred men for hire working on one payroll. Yeah guys, I’d say this is problem. The question is, what are they planning? I think it’s safe to assume it has something to do with what Drax was spewing that night at the bar. Most likely, it a full hostile takeover. But, before we do anything rash and start a war between families, we need to know one hundred percent.”

He turned his chair to look out the wall that was all glass. At night it looked out over the pool, the moon reflecting off the water. He looked out in silence trying to access all possible outcomes. “Any way to diffuse this before it gets out of hand is my favorite idea.” He turned back around. “Sam, Ears to the ground, get in every bar, every club, and another rat hole these idiots like to hang out and see what’s being said after the drinks start flowing.  Buy rounds, get people talking, I don’t care if it cuts into profits. Take it out of my share. Scott, get techy, I don’t know what that involves but you gotten us this far.  Let me know what you need. We have it all. The door next to the garage door it a storage closet full of whatever tech stuff you need. Just sign out whatever you take. Who have you got at home? Wife? Girlfriend?”

“No sir, no one.” He answered even toned. No sadness in his statement. Just a statement.

“Ok, you’re here then. Go home and get whatever you need and come back. Work out of this house. If you need something we don’t have, which is hard to believe, ask Hope.”

“Yes, sir.” He stood up then hesitated when no one else moved. “Do I go now? I just kind of seemed like that was an order to leave.”

Bucky chuckled. “Yes, you can go. And stop being so formal with all your sirs. If you can’t just be cool be won’t ask your to hang out with us anymore.” He joked.

“Ok,” he perched his lips and nodded his head a few time. “Yeah ok. Bye.” Trying to act cooler than he felt, then he walked out the door.

He spent the next thirty minutes exchanges different ideas with the other two men about outcomes, motives, and precautions. By the time he looked at his watch it was after 11:00. He sighed, “That’s it guys. We aren’t going to figure this out in one sitting and we are about to started talking in circles. “

“Agreed.” They said in unison.

He looked at Steve, “You know Nat’s thing is tomorrow night.” The sound of her name caught him off guard.

“Yeah I know. I’ve been torn between reaching out or not. I haven’t spoken to her since….”

“There’s no need. I’m going to send her something tomorrow morning. I can put your name on it instead of mine if you want.”

“Send her what? Nevermind. I don’t know. She hasn’t reached out to me either. Just leave it alone.” He lowered his head and suddenly found a blemish on the tile very interesting.

“Well I hope you get over it soon cause were seeing her Thursday night.”

“WHAT?!”

“Stop acting like a teenage girl. They’re taking her out tomorrow night to get her mind off things and we got an invite to tag along. Sam can come too. And tell Scott he’s coming. He seemed cool.” He glanced at Sam after making his dig. It felt good to be back in his seat.  He felt like himself. He would kill to have you back, being torn between worlds was wearing on him. “Get some sleep guy, tomorrows a long day and the night will be even longer.” He walked both of them out the door, locking is behind them and retired to his bedroom.

He stripped down to his briefs and flopped into the bed. He wasn’t allowed to make contact with you. He turned off all the lights and rolled over to fall asleep. I was early but he didn’t trust himself. He knew if he was up he would make some excuse to himself to need to message you and fuck up again. You said take the night.  He could do one night. Was the night over at 12:01? He joked to himself before drifting off to sleep.

You drove right home. You knew you should have felt dirty or guilty but you didn’t. Is this what you wanted? Maybe you were just as manipulative as Bucky.  You were having him make all the bad choice so you could blame him if things fell apart again.

You ordered food again before stepping into the shower.  When you took his shirt off the smell of him overwhelmed you again. The sweat had dried and you put it on the counter, not knowing exactly what you wanted to do with it yet. The rest of your clothes dropped on the floor. You had one foot in the shower, “Shit!” you stepped back out. You forgot to tell Buck about Thursday night. You leaned your bare ass against the counter. The cold shocked you. One quick message and then no more.

You tried to keep Bucky out of your thoughts. You showered quickly. Ate your dinner and went right to sleep. Completely forgetting about Oliver.

Wednesday

You woke up early to your phone buzzing on the bed next to you. Your hand fished around the sheets trying to find it. You glanced at the screen. Oliver.

“Shit!” you thought. You had forgotten to text him last night…..again. You picked up and answered right away. “Hey babe.” You tried to sound as casual as possible…..again.

“You didn’t text me again last night. Is everything alright? Should I be worried?” Concern in his voice this time.

“I’m so sorry. I fell asleep early. I think maybe I’m not over being sick.” you lied. Anything to ease him and not have him ask any more questions. “I tried to go for a jog and when I got home and showered I just passed you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” His voice was softer this time. “I just got worried. Look, I know I get busy when I’m out of town like this. I should have called you. I don’t know why you put up with me being inconsiderate when I go away. Stay in bed today babe. Do you need me to come home early and take care of you?”

You almost yelled out a NO! You took a long breath. “I’m ok. Don’t cut your trip early for me. And you’re not inconsiderate. You’re busy over there, I get that. I’ll just stay home today like you said.”

You heard him sigh through the phone. “You always act so tough. Promise me you will let me know if this gets worse and you need me. Or even if you just want me there.”

Guilt ran over you. “I do want you here. But what you are doing is important and I’m not that sick. Let me sleep the next few days and get better. Then we can go out when you get back.”

“Ok babe. I’ll plan something nice. I’ll call you this afternoon to check on you. Get some rest. I love you.”

“Love you too.” He hung up the phone. You flopped back on the bed. That was easier than you expected. But that was the thing about Oliver, he always took you at face value. He never assumed anything. He wasn’t pushy or rough. He was just an honest regular guy. It was annoying.

You stared at the ceiling thinking about what needed to be done today. Probably call Wanda and make sure she didn’t need anything, maybe that girl was still sick. Figure out a place to go, that was usually your job anyway. A run, she needed to keep her days on track, James had a way of getting days and nights turned around, and running was how you kept control. Figure out what to wear tomorrow night, and tell Oliver you were going out in case you forgot to text again. Clean your apartment in case you slept till he got in Friday afternoon.

Ok. Run first. What time was it? You check your phone screen 8:28 and a message from Bucky.

“Morning doll. I hope you slept well with the night off and all. Let me know what’s up.”

Yes.  Definitely a run. To clear your head.

Bucky was used to only getting four to six hours of sleep a night so it didn’t shock him when he was wide awake at quarter to five. He laid in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t text you this early, that wasn’t respectful. He threw on some gym clothes and grabbed his stuff to go work out upstairs.

He started scrolling through the iPod playlist:

Songs To Read To

Songs To Workout To

0Songs To Party To

Songs To Miss Me To

Songs To Feel My Love To

Songs To Murder To

He had never clicked on the last one. He didn’t know if it was serious or not and if it was he was worried what kind of music you think someone murders to. But everything else he had shuffled through countless times.  You love music, more than words, you know how it speaks on every level. He loved that your used this to communicate with him. He had tried to reciprocate. Listening to different artists trying to find words to speak back and move you. He clicked on the workout playlist when he placed it in the player and got to work. He was up there for an hour and a half and felt great when he was done. He loved working out. It started when he was in the military, every morning. After a while he like the way his build look in response to it. And coming back it had become very helpful in his new line of work.

He walked over to end of the room and grabbed a water out of the cooler, and sat on one of the benches. He took in a deep breath trying to steady his breathing. After a few minutes he stood up and grabbed the iPod and walked down stairs. He was headed to his room on the bottom floor when he saw a light on in the garage and heard someone rummaging around. He checked the time. Almost seven. Too early for his house to be up and running. He grabbed a gun from his room peaked his head around the door, ready for anything.

He pulled his gun up and aimed at the back of the strangers head. “Turn Around!” Bucky said with force.

The man put his hands up and turned slowly. “Woah woah woah, Mr. Barnes”

Bucky lowered his gun and smirked. “Scott, you idiot. Put your hands down. What are you doing up so early? Why are you here?” He closed the gap between them some, gun still tightly in his hand.

“Well, I don’t think it’s up early if you never went to sleep. I’m here because I live here now, at least I thought I did. I’m in the garage, more specifically, because I was looking for this.” He held up a small black box, some computer something it looked like.

Bucky slackened his grip and rubbed the back of his neck with the hand the gun was in. “Yeah, man, yeah. Sorry. Just kind of on edge. Not knowing what’s coming and all. And in the years I’ve owned this house I’ve never run into anyone this early. What are you doing anyway?”

Bucky turned to walk out of the garage and Scott followed. “I needed this hard drive. There’s an algorithm on it that I wrote years ago. It takes the data and files it into diff- and I’m boring you. I needed this, I’ve been running data all night. You look fit, been working out? Maybe I can join you some time.”

Bucky chuckled. “You seem a little jittery. You find anything? Maybe you need some sleep man.”

“Yeah, I definitely need some sleep. I’ve been up for a couple days. I think I may have drank too many energy drinks. I’m just trying to impress you man.”

“Ok. Give me fifteen to shower and change and I’ll let you impress me. My office when you’re ready.”

“Yeah yeah great! I’ll get my stuff.”

Bucky stepped into his room and made quick work of getting changed. After his shower he stepped into his closet and looked through his suits. He had way too many suits for one single man. That’s what you told him the first time you were in his room.

He wanted to get you to his house so badly. He wanted to impress you. He had sat at the coffee shop every morning for ten days and run into you twice. You finally gave him your number. He needed an excuse to see you. It took him half a day to figure it out. A party at his house. He got some of his guys to get everyone age appropriate over to his house the next day. It was the end of summer and the weather was perfect for the pool. He text you, trying to sound as casual as possible, and invited you and any of your friends over. You had taken the bait and brought Nat and Wanda along with you.

When you got there you could hear the music from the front of the house. A lady met you at the door and showed you to the back pointing out the pool house if anyone needed to change. Explaining there were extra bathing suits and towels if anyone was unprepared. Letting you know the main house was off limits but everything you could need would be outside.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw you step out of the pool house in your black bikini. He was standing at the bar getting a drink. He tried to will his body to turn around, look away, be cool but his muscles wouldn’t cooperate. He just stood and stared at you. You caught his eye and looked back at him. After a few seconds he tried to play it off and wave like he had just noticed you. You smiled and walked over. Taking every inch of him in. He was already in his trunks with an olive green shirt on. It was the most of his metal arm you had seen. And damn, you liked what you saw.

You motioned to the bartender for one more of whatever he was having. “Pretty amazing place. You party like this all the time.”

He picked up his drink, took a sip and nodded, “Basically.”

“Liar.”

“Why would you say that?”

“You look as uncomfortable here as I do and this is your house.”

“Ok, fine. No I don’t. I work too much.”

“Now that’s the truth. Why the big party now?”

“I thought I’d cut loose and have some fun. Take a break from business.”

“Liar.”

“Fine. I did it to get you over here”

“Liar.” You smiled and pushed his shoulder. You took a sip of you drink and turned to lean your back against the bar. “If you keep this up I’ll never be able to trust you.”

Bucky smiled. You wanted to trust him. He could work with that. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“I was hoping that was the reason you couldn’t stop staring at me.”

“I wasn’t staring at you.”

“Liar.”

“Fine. I was staring, but it wasn’t my fault. My heart stopped and my muscles refused to work.”

“You’re such a liar.” You were blushing and your cheeks hurt from smiling. “Well, if you’re such a party animal, show me how it’s done.”

With that he picked you up around the waist and jumped in the pool. You felt electric for about three seconds having his hands on you before water rushed all around you. When you came up for air you pushed at him softly. He didn’t budge. He arms lingered around you. You laughed and he smiled.

“Let me go.” You playfully demanded.

“Sure thing doll.” His arms dropped and he stayed floating inches from you. “I just wanted to make sure you knew how to swim. I’m a gentleman like that.”

That’s for the day started. Nat and Wanda mingled. That’s the day Nat talked to Steve Rogers for the first time. A few hours in all of you had made it into the shallow end. Leaning against the edge or sitting on the stairs drinking and getting to know each other. You and Bucky had been making eye contact the whole time but most of the conversation stayed within the group and it was light hearted.

“We met in high school,” Nat explained. “Mags and I met freshman year and Wanda started the in tenth.  Not that either of you would have noticed. Only dating cheerleaders and acting like idiot not-jocks.”

“That’s my girl,” you chimed in. “telling it like it is.”

Steve let out a “hey” but he knew it was true and didn’t protest too much.

“I did notice you in high school. Maybe if you had been a little more forward we could have hung out.”

“Oh, you couldn’t have handled her in high school.” Nat said matter of factly, and a resound of ooh’s came from the guys present. “You may not be able to handle her now.” And she took a swig of her beer.

“Like I said ladies and gentleman, my friend Natasha everyone.”

Bucky didn’t let his face falter but he did wonder what she meant. Like she was reading his mind Natasha went on. “I just mean you’re amazing. Your smart and drive and it won’t be just some boy that can keep up with you.”

“And that’s why you’re boo thang, pretty.” You blow her a kiss. “Now stop you’re making me blush.”

Everyone started laughing and the conversation moved on. A few minutes later Bucky moved in few close to you putting a hand on you shoulder and turned you away from everyone else to face him. You chucked and gave him a confused look. He leaned in closely to your ear.

“Your nose is starting to bleed.” Your hand immediately shot up to your face and you felt it. Bucky reached a hand into his pocket and handed you a key. “You can go clean up in my room. That door right there. Second door on the right when you get in. If Hope stops you just tell her ‘James said it’s ok’”

You excused yourself out the pool, grabbed a towel, and found your way to his room. You noticed the bathroom right when you walked and started trying to stop the bleeding.  You sat on the counter for a few minutes not wanting to get anything wet but curiosity got the better of you. You took the tissue out of your nose and to see if it had stopped and started wondering around his room. You didn’t hear him come in when you were in the closet looking around.

“Thinking about robbing me?” he startled you. You jumped a little.

“I don’t if you would even notice. You have way too many suits for one single man.” You giggled. “But no, I have no need for any of these items. No man in my life to give them to anyway and second hand clothes don’t sell for as much as you’d think.”

He closed the gap between you and you tried to step back running into the dresser that was in the middle of the room. “Well,” he said slowly, “do you see anything you like at least?”

With that you reached forwards and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. His body tensed. It had been a long time since anyone touched him that wasn’t paid for. Even longer since anyone actually wanted to touch him and he wanted you to want to want to touch him. With small effort you still pulled him into a kiss. His hands were in your hair instantly and his lips quickly matched your pace, pulling you closer into him. You were already wet but you could feel your heat start to soak into your bathing suit. You felt his hard cock press against your thigh as he pushed into you. You moaned and he took this opportunity to push past your lips and taste you. You wanted more of him. You almost lifted yourself to wrap your legs around him but you were a lady and didn’t want him thinking otherwise.

You unwrap his shirt from your fist and pushed him back lightly, he followed your lead. You were breathing heavy. You licked your swollen lips, “Yes, I did see something I like…..these ties are very nice” you ran your fingers over them as you walked out of the closet. After the shock wore off he followed you out.

He came up behind you when you stopped at the door to open it and pressed his full body against the back of you, putting his hand on top of yours on the door knob. “You’re not getting off that easy pretty girl.” He turned you around, grabbing your ass and lifted you up pressing your back to the door. You wrapped your legs around him as lips came crashing into yours again. He was a great kisser. Firm but not rough and not too quick either. You had been thinking about this since the first time you saw him at the café. You pulled his hair. He was consuming you, your every breath was him. He moved away from your mouth and started kissing down your neck.

“James” you barely breathed his name into his ear. He growled. Fuck that turned him on. That was the first time anyone said his name like that. It drove him crazy. He couldn’t remember the last time some hadn’t called him Bucky. He wanted to hear it again. With the pressure of his hardened cock on your leg and the way you said his name he could have cum right then. He wanted you, He needed to have you. He pulled you off the door and stepped back. Never missing his perfectly placed kisses, you moaned again. He was sucking and nibbling and you were not wearing enough clothing to cover any of it up. He laid you down on the bed and moved his body over yours. Much better he thought, ore room to work with. He ran his flesh hand up your torso, careful not to touch you with his metal hand at all, he didn’t want to scare you. He moved to kiss down the valley of your breast. This was heaven. You squirmed beneath him trying to get friction to your aching clit.

“Ja-“ your breath gave out. “James.” You finally got out. He growled mid kiss. “James, I need-“

He stopped his motions and smiled, climbing up to meet your face, a grin spread across ear to ear. How handsome he was then he was happy, you thought. “Anything for you doll, always. What do you need?”

Your heart fluttered. You wanted to give into him so badly. The smile fell from his face when you didn’t say anything. “Not like this James. Not today. Nat or Wanda are probably going to come looking for me.”

He pulled off of you quickly. Ran his hands through his hair to get it out of his face back in place. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I-” he let out a hard breath. “I shouldn’t have stopped you. I shouldn’t have stopped you when you wanted to leave. I understand.”

“Liar.” You were still sitting on his bed. You shook your head and smirked. You leaned forward and grabbed his hand pulling him to stand in between your legs. You bit your lip before speaking. “You don’t understand anything.” You stood up, his hand still in yours. Your face was level with his as you stood on the ledge of his bed. Your fingers on the back of his hand, thumb pressed into his palm you slide his hand down the front of your bikini bottoms. His middle finger slide down your folds and easily inside you. You leaned you forehead against his and let out a whimper as you licked your lips. “I want you more than everything right now.” He closed his eyes and tried to steady himself. This was more will power than he had right now, he knew it.

There was a knock on the door adding a distraction much to his relief. It was Steve. “Hey, Buck, you in there? Maggie’s friends are getting worried, she disappeared.”

Bucky opened the door about ten inches and stopped it with his foot on the back. Showing Steve he was fully clothed. “Yeah man, uh, she had a bloody nose. Almost done cleaning it up.”

“Ok,” he smiled knowingly, “I’ll let them know she’ll be right out.”

Bucky closed the door and turned back to you. “See?” you raised your eye brows at him. He rushed back to you and you jumped in his arms wrapping your legs around him against. His chest rumbled as he chuckled.

“Fine. You’re right. But this isn’t over. I’m taking you out on a proper date.”

You slide off of him still keeping as much of your body touching his as possible. “You better. Besides, you’re a gentleman, that’s what has we wanting you so badly.”

“Doll, you can have whatever you want from me.” He cupped the back of your head and pulled you in for one more kiss before going back to the party.

Bucky shook the memory from his head, finished dressing and walked out his bedroom door. Scott was leaning against the opposite wall holding his laptop. Bucky was impressed. How long had he been standing there? Scott looked Bucky over. He wonder who gets dressed in full suit this early in the morning to work from home.

He took Scott into the room. They stood opposite on the desk and Scott scattered paper covering the whole of the desk top. Scott explained the layout of the docks, which he knew for the most part. Pointing out which build had Bucky’s office in it and the bulk of this storage warehouses.

“But this one over here,” he pointed to the back corner building. “This one isn’t owned by you and it isn’t owned by the city. In fact, I can’t find any records anywhere of who may own it. And even though our cameras start here,” he pointed again “this is the only access point into the build and there has been a lot of traffic. The face recognition software pulled up almost every guy from our list including these three other guys.” He pulled out another paper and on it Bucky saw the faces of Drax, Mr. Banner, and the other son looking up at him. A low growl rang from his chest barely audible. What were they planning?

“Thanks, good work. Hey, get some sleep. We’re going out tomorrow night and you look a little stretched. I got a girl to impress and looking like that, you’re not helping.” He smiled.

Scott left and Bucky sat down at his desk. This current situation aside he had been neglecting a lot of things lately. He was going to spend the day fixing that. He looked at the time. Right at eight. Ok, that was solid next morning time. He picked up the phone to text you.

Next Chapter

Summary: It had taken everything in her to walk away, but she did. She could ignore a lot but the last time was the last time. Bucky had cheated before but there was always a reason to justify it. As soon as she couldn’t find a reason why, no, another excuse to stay, she didn’t.

Words: 3200+

Warnings: Angst but I promise its coming!!!

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader (who I call Maggie, Mags or Magdalene because I don’t like Y/N)

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3

You woke up in an empty bed, not that that was altogether unusual.  Oliver had his own place and you had yours. In the last six months that the two of you had been together nights were spent together at one place or the other, but it was odd because he was there last night but not this morning. You closed your eyes and listened closely to see if you could hear him messing around in the kitchen but nothing. That’s when you rolled over and found his note.

“Sorry to run out so early, my flight leaves at 4 and lands around 11, I’ll call you when I get there. Sorry you weren’t feeling well last night, hope it’s better today. I miss you already. All my love.    –O”

Right! What an idiot. You were never this careless. What had gotten into you? Bucky. You knew the answer. Laying in bed staring at the ceiling you tore through your memories from last night to make sure you hadn’t done anything to offset things with Oliver. Nope, thankfully he couldn’t read your thoughts.

That’s when you rolled over to check your phone. New emails, nothing urgent. Nat wanted to get together for lunch and day drinking. And……..Bucky?! He had stopped trying to call and message you months ago. Your fingers trembled just slightly as you clicked his name.  You held your breath as you read his three short messages, then closed your eyes, dropped the phone on the bed and laid your head back.

That had been your home. Unlike with Oliver and all of the back and forth, you had for all intents and purposes lived at his house. He had a large house. 12 rooms, countless bathrooms, 4 sitting rooms, indoor kitchen, outdoor kitchen, indoor pool, outdoor pool, a gym, and an office. He had taken two rooms as his own and the office, anything outside of that was free range for the men who worked for him. His official room, the larger of the two was on the top floor. It was beautiful and massive, it held most of his clothes and the entire of his personal item, but he rarely went in there. His other room was on the main floor and was connected to his office through a bathroom. He was in and out of his office at all hours so this was the most convenient way to work and still get sleep. That’s where you remember most of your quieter, more intimate memories. Cuddled up next to him or on his lap as he worked or read, laying with him as he drifted off to sleep, exhausted, body bruised and knuckles bloody.

You weren’t a fool, you knew what he did, all those late nights when he wandered in dirty and tired. As much as you had ignored it your whole life being with Bucky had pushed it into the front of your mind constantly. You asked few questions but took in any information he would send your way. Because of this Bucky had insisted on giving you some training to defend yourself and once a mo th or so he or Steve would take you out to the range to practice shooting. He also made sure you had some sort of weapon on you at all times, something you still held to till this day. His house was your home though, once upon a time. But what now?

You picked up your phone again checking the time on the text. 1:48 AM. He was drunk. Not that it mattered, he meant what he said. You knew that. You missed him desperately, he had become your best friend despite all else. Should you text back? Or call Nat? You knew she would have some choice words for him crawling back, but that wasn’t what you needed. A long run to clear your head. It was early still, if he did wake up, you knew with how much he would have had to drink staying out that late, maybe he wouldn’t get his feelings hurt thinking you were still sleep and not that your weren’t texting him back.  Running outside was the only thing that really cleared her head, reading books is what cleared Bucky’s. With that thought you knew it was going to take more than a couple miles to get this all sorted out. Thankfully just a mile away was a very large park and the perfect track to get it done. Setting your iPod up and slipping it in your pocket you took off.

You mind drifted in thoughts trying to sort things out. Could you just be his friend? Wasn’t that one of the rules? ‘Three, don’t be his friend you know you’re gunna wake up in his bed in the morning.’ Could you just be his friend? Thinking about being near him again made it harder to push the good memories out.

You leaned against the doorway of his office peering in, he was leaned into the corner of the sofa one foot still on the floor reading from a folder. You just stayed and stared, god, he was gorgeous. You bit your lower lip and rested your head on the door frame.

“Now don’t do that.” He said without looking up. “You know I can’t take it went you bite your lip, it makes me want to bite your lip and then this whole thing will get started and I really don’t have time right now.” He widened the gap between his thighs inviting you to sit down. You climbed in his lap straddling him at first running your hands through his hair lifting his face to look at you.

“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t want to be a distraction.” He chuckled in disbelief. “I mean it.” You said with a soft smile staring into his devastatingly blue eyes. You dipped you lips to put small kisses along his collar bone before you fell back on the sofa away from him with your legs crossed over his. You leaned you head back on the armrest and stared at the ceiling letting him get back to his work. After a minute you let out a long deep breath loudly, bored, like a child. He leaned forward and handed you a book without question or comment, folder unmoving, then immediately leaned back into position and continued reading. You turned the book and read the title, The Lord of the Rings.  Bucky loved books he always had more than one on hand. It was one of many very attractive qualities he had. You loved reading too it was something the two of you shared in private for fear it would make him look weak. Often you would read the same book and on a stolen lazy afternoon with no interruptions the two of you would sit around and talk for hours about books. He was very intelligent in that way. Always finishing before you and waiting patiently for your deductions.

You stopped running. Grossly out of breath. Not realizing that you had been pushing yourself too hard. You doubled over trying to catch your breath stretching one arm out to lean against a tree, finally collapsing to the ground. Tears on you face as you tried to catch your breath. You pulled out your phone and stared at the screen not knowing what to do, then it rang.

You took in one more deep breath trying to steady yourself before answering. “Hey baby, I’m sorry I missed you this morning. How was the flight and the airport and all that?”

“You looked so beautiful I couldn’t bear to wake you. Everything was fine as usual. You know I never complain as much traveling as I do. How ya feeling? That bug from last night clear up?”

“For the most part, I think I’ve got a handle on it.” You stood up and started walking back in the direction you parked your car. “Good to hear you made it in. I know your schedule is super packed while you’re there, any idea if we will talk before you get back?”

“Sorry babe, you know how it is. Seminar all day, drinking and networking all evening. But I’ll be back in four days, on Thursday midday. After that I don’t have to be back in the office till Monday so we get a long weekend and I’ll make up for all this radio silence then. I promise. OH! My ride is here. I love you, babe. Text me if you want to.”

“Love you, too. Be safe.” And he hung up as you reached your car. You sat on the ground to stretch with your phone on the grass next to you. Just as you leaned in over your thigh to stretch you pulled back up grabbed the phone again, looked at the time 10:45, and text back.

“I’m hungry. I’ll be at Deb’s grabbing a salad around 11:30” Send.

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Bucky rolled over with a groan. His body hurt and all his clothes were wrapped around his body in a wrong way. He rubbed his face with both hands and blinked his eyes open. It was definitely already day time. He forced himself up on his feet and shuffled to the bathroom. He reached in and turned the shower on, stepping over to the sink and brushing his teeth. He looked in the mirror thinking how he looked like death. He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower letting the hot water run down his body. It felt amazing. He washed his face finally waking him up, that’s when he assessed his body from last night’s damage. Ribs were bruised, busted lip, and the early signs of a black eye, knuckles busted open. Not too bad compared to the other guy he supposed. He turned the water off, wrapped a towel low around his waist and walked back into the bed room. He rummaged around the sheet to find his phone to check the time. He scrambled his hands to quickly when he saw there was a message from you he dropped his phone under the bed. He dropped to his knees to dig it out leaning is elbows on the bed as he opened it. He closed his eyes and steeled himself before reading it.

11:30!!! That was in 7 minutes. DAMN IT! What an idiot. He threw his phone and ran into the closet. Immediately running out with pants on and a shirt thrown over one arm he grabbed his phone and wallet and ran out the door. With luck there was a car being cleaned at the end of the driveway. He walked right to the driver’s door.

“Scott. I need this one now, thanks. Good job.” With the keys already in the ignition he pulled off. He put his shirt on the rest of the way. He checked his watch, which wasn’t there, he grabbed his phone. Clever girl, she knew him better than he knew himself. She picked a place less than 5 minutes away and he had 4 minutes to get there. He would be right on time.

He pulled up and parked next to your car. Looking in the window he could see you at the table. Gorgeous. He turned the engine off and stepped out of the car. He rubbed his hands through his hair at an attempt to fixed it. Realizing he didn’t grab a hoodie as he walked to the door, the weather was getting a little chilly. He was never only in a t-shirt. He learned early when he got back that his metal arm tended to intimidate people so he stuck to long sleeves. He felt odd. Only adding to every thought racing in his mind. What did you want? What was he supposed to say?  Who was he supposed to be to you? Was it over with Oliver? He felt like a teenager girl but swallowed it all when he opened the diner door.

He walked up behind you and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You have never looked more beautiful, doll.”

Not raising your gaze from the menu you that you weren’t reading you replied, “and you look like you drank half the bar last night. Did Steve drink the other half?”

He stole a kiss off your cheek before you had the opportunity later to deny him, then quickly slide in the booth across from you. “Mags. God I-I don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe your back. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you some place proper. Do you have your stuff? How did Oliver ta-” He sounded so desperate but only partially hated himself for it. He didn’t care how he looked in front of you, especially if saying these things got you home.

“Bucky, stop.” You said softly not reaching a hand out to lay on his forearm. He noticed your hand twitch in the hesitation. As much as he tried to push the thought away he felt stirring in the pit of his stomach. “I’m not back. Not like that. I just…..” you trailed off. You could already feel your resolve breaking. Fuck. He looked so good. Muscular arms you could already feel around you, pressing you into him. Flesh to flesh never being close enough. His teeth nipping at your skin. Your nails digging into his shoulder. You bit your lip.

“Oh, uh, ok yeah.” He ran his fingers through his hair pulling it away from his face but it fell right back into place immediately. He smiled up at you but you could see the confusion in his eyes. The problem was you were just as confused. “Yeah so, how have you been? You looked breathtaking the other night by the way.”

Your eyes closed as you blushed. Well this wasn’t going to work. You melted at the slightest kindness he gave you. You cleared your throat, “Good. I’ve been good. Been keeping busy I guess. The business is taking off. I hardly have to be there anymore. We have five employees. Amazing how many people are so desperate to work for pennies in the wedding planning business. And stop looking at me like that James, I mean it.  I pop in from time to time but Wanda has everything under control. She tells me I can do as much as I want but lately I just haven’t been interested.”

“Too busy being a trophy wife, eh? And if your implying that I was looking at you in such a way as to express how lost I am without you here every day and how utterly devastated I will be if you walk out that door and stop speaking to me again, well then you’re wrong.”

“James,” you almost whined. “stop. It can’t be like this, ok?”

“Well, then beautiful you tell me what it can be like. I know how to follow rules. Because I’d rather have you. In any way I can.” He cooed and flirted but looked down at the table as he spoke. Anyone else in the world would only see confidence but you knew better. You reached out and wrapped you fingers around his wrist on the table.

“James, look at me.” He obeyed without hesitation. “I miss you too, ok? More than I want to admit but I can’t. You hurt me too badly, too many times. I’m not going to beat myself up anymore. Why wasn’t I enough? What did I do wrong?” Bucky opened his mouth but you raised you fingers to his lips to stop him and he pressed a long kiss to them. “I don’t want answers because none of them will be enough. I do want your friendship. I miss what we were. In that way.”

“Ok pretty.” He gave a half grin. On purpose, he knew what it did to you. That was always the smile he gave you before he climbed on top of you and pulled you in.

“Like that! Stop it. First rule then, no telling me how pretty I am. And of course no inappropriate touching.” You slowly pulled your hands back into yourself. “No personal inquiries either. Just books, movies, work, the weather things like that.”

“Anything you say. Anything else?” his eyes stayed lock onto you. Almost unblinking he took you in like a man in the ocean holding on to the one thing keeping him afloat.

“No more googly eyes. You know what I mean. Like what you’re doing now. Right then, that should do for now. But I reserve the right to make more rules in the future. That’s a rule too. Do you have any rules?’

He leaned back in the booth draping one arm over the top of it. He licked his lips, “Yeah, I think so. No midnight booty calls, and that includes texts too, I’m not a piece of meat. And no more biting you lip, come on doll, you know that’s just cruel to do to me. And uh, you have to keep my secrets. I need that. I’m falling apart not having that anymore. Keeping it all bottled up isn’t healthy for me.”

You laughed a little. He was so smug. This was dangerous ground and you knew it but you were drawn to him like a magnet, try as you might to fight it, it was inevitable. You put your hand out to shake. “Deal.”

He put his hand in yours and pulled it to his lips. You yanked it away. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Old habits die hard but deal, deal, I swear. I can follow the rules as long as you can. So you said you’re getting a salad? That doesn’t sound good at all. I think I’ll have a burger.” He called the waitress over and ordered then she promptly left.

“So short sleeves, huh? Things really have changed since I’ve been gone.”

“Yeah, no not really. I ran out the house pretty quickly and this was all I grabbed.” You had noticed. He should have known you would. It was still taking all of his self-control to not jump over the table and grab you, pulling you to his body and showing all the ways he was sorry. Or to beg and plead with you to come home, take him back, love him again. Or to get down on one knee right now and propose. Offer to buy an island if you would just come back. But he pushed it down hard and opened his mouth again. “So, read any good books lately?’ He sounded like just a dork.

You smiled. “No, not really, I guess.  No one to really push me. What about you? Tell me what you’re reading and I’ll catch up. We can talk about it next time.” It fell out of your mouth so casually.....’next time’.

“Nothing new actually. I tell you what, I’ll figure something out later and text you. We can start it together.” He held in a breath and waited for your response as the conversation halted when the waitress set the food down.

You picked up you fork and started moving salad around the bowl. “Perfect. I can’t wait.” Then you started eating. Four hours later you both walked out of the diner. You stopped at the cars and gave each other a lingering hug, then went separate ways.

You waited until you drove off to giggle and grin like a school girl. You sang at the top of your lungs all the way home. Yes. This was dangerous.