You Are The Best ❤️

Salvatore Masterlist

pairing: mob!jake lockley x oc!fem

summary: the past can only define you if you let it.

warnings: slow burn, cursing, mentions of violence, future smut, mentions of dr*gs 18+ ONLY

tagging: @lex-the-flex

Salvatore

Just Friends

Besame Mucho

Francis Forever

So Tired

Hope is a dangerous thing

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This shit is perfection

Hey lovey ! I hope you’re well 🥰

So , I’ve had this thought for a while now . Fake dating to lovers with mafia!Bucky . Bucky needs a date to an event so a mutual friend of yours asks you to accompany him . You’re shy and smiley compared to his big , grumpy personality. In the beginning of the night Bucky is cold , not even looking at you in the car ride while you try to make small talk and he gives you one word answers. You’re hurt but still try and make it look like you’re his girlfriend . As the night goes by , Bucky truly sees you . Your bright smile and sincere eyes , how genuinely sweet and kind you are . He slowly starts falling for you . So he starts making small moves . Putting his hand behind your chair and stroking your shoulder startling you . Putting his hand behind your neck while he’s talking with someone , making you look up at him with doe eyes , which makes him give you a small grin and kiss your forehead while gently massaging your nape . Pushing hair out of your face while you talk , making you stop mid sentence and shrugging his jacket to drape it over your shoulders when he sees you shiver.

Cold Shoulder || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, almost handjob in a public place, vaginal fingering. WC: 2650

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one || part two

When Steve asked you for help you weren’t quite sure what you expected, it could have been anything from moving house to finding out what flowers to get a girl he fancied. That would have been easier than going on a fake date with one of his other friends ‘Bucky’. If the man was as great as Steve said he was, surely he could have found his own girlfriend instead of having to ask you.

You had already agreed to help before you knew the details, so there you were dressed to the nines for a fancy party in a country club you couldn’t even pronounce. You had been told 8pm on the dot and as the clock in your hallway began to ring its hourly toll a knock sounded at your front door. Steve had described Bucky as tall, dark haired and handsome but the man in front of you was the complete opposite.

“Can I help you?” You asked after the initial shock wore off.

“I’m here to collect a Miss Y/N, for Mr Barnes.” He said politely, almost bowing.

“Oh, where is Mr Barnes?” You frowned as you looked at the blacked out limo parked along the curb. “Too good to get out of the car?”

“Mr Barnes is a busy man.” The driver said diplomatically. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m sure.” You said with a tight lipped smile and grabbed your clutch before locking the door.

The driver walked ahead of you, opening the limo door and waiting for you to slide into the seat before closing it and speed walking all the way to the front. The man sitting perpendicular to you was definitely Bucky, an air of egotistical authority that might as well have had a neon sign spelling it out. You waited a moment, expecting him to look up and greet you but he continued to type away on his phone as if he couldn’t see you at all.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You broke the silence, his ice blue eyes peeling away from the device long enough to appreciate the long slit up your freshly shaven legs before flicking back to the phone.

“You too.”

You rode in silence as the city apartments gave way to brownstones then eventually gated mansions. The perfectly manicured grass of the country club came into view under hundreds of strung lights and you looked ahead at the long winding driveway that separated the golf course from the club. Bucky’s fingers finally stopped typing and you watched the way he twirled his signet ring around his finger and you assumed it was a nervous habit but it looked far too sexy on him.

“Is there anything I should know before we get out there?” You asked as the car stopped under the porte-cochere, the valet already making his way to open the door.

“No.” His answer was clipped yet again as he pocketed his phone and moved to the seat next to you. “Just don’t embarrass me.”

If it wasn’t for Steve being such a good friend to you almost all your life you would have just stayed in the car and asked the driver to take you home, instead you just smiled as the door opened and accepted the gloved hand of the valet. You could feel Bucky’s stare on your ass as you stepped out of the limo, the flash of cameras nearly blinding you in addition to surprising you.

Bucky stepped out as gracefully as you would expect of a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, it was almost hard to peg him as the leader of crime syndicate when he looked like every other old money upper class man. His arm curled around your waist as he smiled for the photographers, your own smile shining bright before he led you through the entrance, dropping his arm in an instant. The cool exterior fell back into place and you turned your focus to the opulent decorations that adorned the grand hall.

Everything was over the top, from the ice sculptures of the New York skyline to the seven foot high champagne fountain that only a few of the taller men, including Bucky, could even reach without causing a catastrophe. You looked longingly at the bar but you stuck by Bucky’s side like a dutiful girlfriend would, chatting politely to other women who accompanied the men Bucky spoke to - wondering just how many of them were real or fake girlfriends too.

A few times you caught side glances from Bucky as he tuned into your conversations and compliments, a small smile curving his lips as you expertly deflected questions away about your ‘relationship’ without actually answering them. The more you spoke the more he seemed to pay attention to both you and the information Steve had given him. Bucky hadn’t believed what Steve had told him, no single woman could possibly tick all his boxes, but he had to admit his best friend was right. Aside from being beautiful, which he had noticed the moment you opened your front door, you had a kind smile that reached your eyes, a quick wit and Steve promised you knew the rules of the criminal underworld.

You almost jumped out of your skin when Bucky’s arm curled around your waist and your hand came to rest on his chest, mindlessly playing with his button as you tried to remember what the older woman in front of you was saying. Her eyes darted between you and Bucky, her smile intensifying as his hand drifted down your back and she took her leave with a knowing look. A look that said ‘I’ll leave you kids to it’.

“Was I not selling it?” You asked as you turned to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear, looking like any other loved up couple.

“What do you mean?” He asked as his hands locked behind your back, softly swaying to the music the live band was playing further in.

“I almost got frostbite from your cold shoulder.” You said as you rested your cheek on his shoulder and looked up under your lashes, inhaling the unique scent of him mixed with the rich cologne he wore.

“I kinda was a jerk, wasn’t I?” He chuckled quietly and you knew that was the closest you would be getting to an apology from him, honestly it was more than you expected. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

His smile sent your tummy into a somersault and you wondered if he was normally this charming or if it was just for you, in the end you decided it didn’t matter, you were just going to enjoy it. He unhooked your arms and kept one hand in his as he made his way to the bar you had been eyeing up and ordered your favourite drink as you frowned.

“Steve gave me a few tips.” He smirked as he took the glasses to the table front and centre of the event.

“I should have known you wouldn’t be above insider trading.” You teased as you took your seat and relaxed as his arm came to rest along the back.

He leant in close as the rest of the seats quickly filled and the music came to a stop, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered. “There’s only one thing I want to be above.”

Your face flushed and you dipped your head down so he couldn’t see the effect he was having on you, your pupils dilating and lips parted at the sharp intake of oxygen. Your senses were on high alert and you froze as his cool fingers touched your heated cheek before brushing a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. You turned slowly, keeping your cheek to his fingers and relishing the cold touch of his digits, until you found his eyes in a heated stare at your lips.

“Hey Barnes?” You asked as your tongue moistened your lips and he bit his own, stifling a quiet groan. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

His hand laced into your updo, probably ruining the styling you had spent a long time achieving but you couldn’t care less as he drew you in closer. His kiss was the embodiment of who he was, it was hard and controlled, passionate and downright criminal. You could barely think, barely remember how to breathe when he pulled away and you saw his eyes wide and wild, ready for more.

Bucky looked at the Rolex on his wrist and groaned as he saw they were needed to make nice and shake hands at the event a little while longer, but all he wanted was to drag you back to the limo and roll up the blackout privacy partition. He had been given a window of heaven and now he wanted you to spread those pearly gates nice and wide for him, and you were absolutely willing. Your hand slipped under the table cloth and came to rest on Bucky’s thigh, slowly inching closer as he draped his napkin over his lap to hide where you were going.

“Steve didn’t mention this.” He said as he shifted in chair and returned his lips to your ears. “He assured me that you were a good girl.”

“I can be good, and I can be bad.” You answered with a sly smile as your palm reached the spot where his trousers were straining to contain his erection, pausing as you teased him. “Which would you like?”

“Bad, definitely bad.” He all but growled before placing his hand over the napkin and pushing your palm along his covered shaft, letting you feel just how long and hard he was for you. “It’s so much better when it's bad.”

Just as your fingers reached for his zip you heard Bucky’s name being called and froze as a stranger pulled his attention away. It was frightening to see an angry scowl fall over his face so quickly but he had just been interrupted on his way to a handjob. Thank god for the dim lights and his tailored suit, they were working overtime to hide the massive bulge that threatened to tear the material at the seams. You thought his reception to you was cold but it paled in comparison to this man’s as he whispered something in Bucky’s ear that he didn’t like. He was quick to recover from the news and held his hand out to you, deciding it was worth the introduction.

“Detective Wilson, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” Bucky said as he laid his large palm over your nape, gently massaging the tension that the evening had created before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“It’s nice to meet you, Detective.” You said as you shook his hand, remembering your manners after the shock of Bucky’s affection.

“You too, and please call me Sam.” He smiled genuinely and lightly punched Bucky’s shoulder. “Look at you big dog, finally got a girl. Goodluck dealing with his grumpy ass everyday.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. “What do I even pay you to do?”

“Look good for starters.” Sam winked, testing to see how serious Bucky was and given the way he pulled you closer to his side showed some serious possessiveness he hadn’t seen before. “I’m playing, boss, don’t start pouring concrete in my boots yet.”

The thought seemed to pass Bucky’s mind and Sam gave a quick wave as he backed away, his tan leather coat lifting enough to see the gun in a holster at his hip.

“He seems too nice to be a dirty cop.” You mentioned as you looked back at the retreating figure, a fond smile playing on your lips.

“Looks can be deceiving, after all, I thought you were too nice to be dirty and you surprised me.” He checked his watch again and the scowl returned as time seemed to be ticking by too slowly. He could control a lot of things in the city but time was not one of them, so with a huff he pushed your seat in as you sat down and joined you once again. “An hour, doll, then we can cut out early.”

You smiled sweetly as you batted your eyelashes at him with innocent charm. “And go where?”

He almost bit straight through his lip as he looked at your doe eyes, the beautiful sight doing things to him a man of his sexual experience shouldn’t do - like damn near cream in his expensive suit for one. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he fired off a quick email to the event coordinator promising a large donation to the charity, his way of apologising for missing the main event. His fingers were like lightning and in seconds the email was sent and he was standing, his chair nearly tipping over with how fast he moved.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked needlessly as he held his hand out, his thick rings looking cool and inviting.

You placed your hand in his and giggled as he pulled you swiftly to your feet and off towards the exit. You could hear an announcer just getting started as you broke out into the evening air and shivered. The valet hadn’t expected anyone to leave so soon and he rushed out of the station to call Bucky’s driver around while you rubbed your arms furiously.

“Here.” Bucky said as he draped his warm suit jacket over your shoulders and you inhaled the scent you were quickly becoming addicted to.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you turned and rose on your tiptoes so you could give him a quick kiss but he had other ideas.

He stole your breath away as he wrapped you in his arms and shared even more of his warmth with you until his driver arrived with the promise of a warm dark space and a long drive ahead. Bucky didn’t even wait for the valet to reach them, opening the door for you himself before following you in and hitting the button for the partition, the dark glass slowly rising.

“Home, Coulson.”

You assumed he heard Bucky before the glass sealed shut and your tummy was back to somersaulting as Bucky’s hand rose up your thigh, brushing along the high slit as a very different shiver chased his touch.

“You know if we do this, I will make you mine.” He promised as his fingers brushed the lace edge of your panties and you nodded, you knew the rules. “No one will be allowed to touch what’s mine.”

“I know.” You moaned as he pushed the lace aside and ran a finger through your slick folds. “I know how the Cosa Nostra works.”

“You know what Steve let you see.” He countered, his slow strokes enough to distract you but not make your mind numb.

“Steve also thinks I am innocent.” You countered as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pushed his fingers deeper into your sopping cunt. “And I think we can both agree that is not the case.”

A quiet curse exhaled with Bucky’s breath and the control he had on himself was slipping, he had already slipped up by introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend. Sam wasn’t one of the businessmen he was trying to distract by having a pretty piece on his arm, there was no reason to keep the charade up when he came. Still, Bucky had practically announced his claim on you to the underworld already, knowing Sam would be telling everyone he met about you.

“Fuck it.” He growled before his lips crashed against yours and your hands laced in his hair, greedy for more.

Click here for part two.

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Fuck this is such a sad ending 😭 I was hoping that Natasha did die in this 😭

But as always really good fic. I fucking love your writing!!!

The Surrogate [pt.4]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Upon your return from the Blip you find out the true cost of the war and the sacrifices that were made to bring everyone back. Warnings: 18+ only, canon death, birth, grief, breastfeeding WC: 2225 Set during and after End Game.

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ||

Recap: Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin. “What the fu-“

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Upstate New York, 2023

Natasha had done what she needed to and held her composure for the entirety of the weekly meeting that was held across the galaxy. Now she was ready to escape to the lonely confines of her room and lock the door in case Steve overheard her tears. He would always test the door handle when the muffled sobs escaped her pillow, some days she left it unlocked and let herself take comfort, today was not one of those days.

It was quiet as she walked through the compound, out of the business side and into the housing area. Everywhere was quieter now, she thought as she took a seat at the edge of her bed and unzipped the pocket on her chest to pull out the picture she always kept close to her heart. Her trembling fingers traced the outline of her daughter's face and she scrambled to wipe the tear that landed on the precious image.

She had tried not to let hope flutter in her chest as she listened to Tony explain the possibility of time travel but there it was, gripping her in its talons and giving her the drive to do whatever necessary to bring you and her baby back, to bring Clint’s family back, to bring everyone back. Falling back into the bed she tried to remember the feel of strong kicks beneath her hand, the smooth, silvery stretch marks on your skin that showed how much she had grown on your belly. Once again she felt like a failure for their defeat and curled up as she hugged her pillow, burying her face into the material to release the angry tears until she fell asleep.

“Nat?” Clint asked softly through the door as the handle rattled. “You ready?”

Natasha tied the braid off and took one last look in the mirror with a deep breath. This has to work. She opened the door to find Clint looking just as exhausted as she felt and took his hand with a squeeze.

“We are going to bring them home.” She had repeated the mantra so much that she almost believed it. “No matter the cost.”

He dropped his forehead to hers with a nod. “No matter the cost.”

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Soulworld

“There you are.” You smiled as you walked across the endless shallow water that reflected a sky full of stars you didn’t recognise. “Look who it is. It’s mommy.”

Nat’s arms were already reaching for the baby in yours and her chubby fists tangled in her mom's long hair the second she was close enough.

“Did we win?” You asked, wrapping them both in your arms and inhaling the sweet scent you had missed.

“Mission accomplished.” She smiled as she brushed her fingers over her baby's face as if she was trying to memorise the moment. “She’s beautiful, so, so beautiful.”

“Just like her mama.”

Her laugh turned to a sob as she pressed her lips to her baby’s forehead and handed her back to you.

“I need you to promise me something.” She asked as she leant in and sniffed the newborn smell still clinging to her baby’s hair. “You will raise her as your own.”

“What? No!” You frowned and looked around the peculiar land before focusing back on her. “No, you’re gonna raise her, just like we always planned.”

“When have our plans ever actually worked out?” She sniffed a chuckle. “I know you love her too and you will protect her with your life. Promise me, please.”

You nodded as you felt the goodbye in her voice constrict your throat but you managed to strangle an answer. “I promise, Nat, I promise.”

“Thank you.” Her sadness disappeared as she looked to the purple horizon and a real smile graced her lips. “Take care of our little girl.”

“Her name’s Natalia.” You said as a golden light exploded from the horizon and her smile widened before the light engulfed you.

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Wakanda, 2023

“-fuck?”

You watched the dust gather and knit your body together, a cloud of fog lifting from your brain as you wiggled your fingers to test the feeling in them. A petrified scream outside startled you and you pressed your back to the door, fearful that the aliens had returned to the medical wing. Blood gathered on your lip as you bit it to hide your own guttural cry of pain that was building with your contraction and your head hit the door as your back arched.

“Y/n!” Shuri’s voice came from the other side. “I need you to move so I can come in.”

You couldn’t move until your contraction ended and sweat was building on your forehead with the need to push.

“I can’t.” You whimpered. “She's coming.”

“You can and you will, now move!”

You shuffled aside as much as you could and the door opened just enough for her to slide through the gap. Her eyes darted around the room before her hands grabbed an armful of towels and gloves then dropped in front of you.

“I need you to focus on your breathing for me.” She said as she laid the towels out and lifted your dress up to check how things were going. “Oh, wow.”

“What does that mean?!”

“Sorry, she has lots of hair.” She grinned as she popped up for a moment before disappearing again. “You’re gonna wanna push as hard as you can with the next contraction.”

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” You asked as the tightening across your abdomen signalled the beginning of a contraction.

“I know every process in the human body, created an artificial arm for your boyfriend after reprogramming his brain to break the conditioning that Hydra instilled in him.” She pointed out as you grunted. “Now push.”

A scream tore from your lips as you dug your feet into the floor and pushed with the last of your waning strength and your head was violently shaking as you cried that you couldn’t do it but Shuri’s faith never wavered as she coached you through.

“I can’t, I can’t, please.” You pleaded as the door outside crashed open and you heard Bucky calling your name.

“In here, white wolf.” Shuri answered for you as she pressed the top of your stomach to help you push. “Get your girlfriend to push.”

Bucky crashed through the door, catching it before it hit you or Shuri and slid on his knees to your side. “You’re alive, thank god, you’re still here.” He said as he pulled you between his legs and held you to his chest.

“Shhh.” Shuri hissed and narrowed her eyes at Bucky with a warning you didn’t understand. “Get ready, it’s time to bring this little wonder into the world.”

Your fingers clung to Bucky’s vibranium arm and he held you close as you whimpered into his neck at the immense pressure threatening to split you in half.

“You can do it, doll. You’re doing so well, just a little bit more.” He urged as he wiped the sweat from your brow with his free hand. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Ahhhhhh!”

You felt the release of pressure as Shuri squealed excitedly but you had no energy left to look as you sagged against Bucky’s chest, his lips smiling as they pressed to your temple.

“You did it baby.” He said as you rolled your eyes to look up at him but he was too busy looking at Shuri so you turned your attention to her too as she lifted up the freshly wrapped little girl, soft cries filling the small storeroom.

“Congratulations, y/n, did Natasha have a name chosen?”

Shuri’s words ignited a strange memory and you shook your head as images from a place you didn’t recognise filled your head and your chest tightened as she placed the tiny bundle into your arms. “Where is she? Bucky, where’s Nat?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted with a sigh. “Something happened…”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Breathing was becoming difficult as you looked into eyes that were perfectly matched to Nat’s and already felt the absence of her mom from the world. “She’s gone. Nat’s gone. I can feel it. Oh god, she’s gone.”

Your cries were echoed by the little girl in your arms and you clutched her to your chest as alarms blared and called for every able bodied fighter to gather. Thanos and his army were attacking the Avengers Compound in Esopus.

“Nat’s tough, I’m sure she’s fine.” Bucky said as looked torn between answering the call and staying with you. “I’ll bring her back to you two.”

“No, you can’t.” You said as you wiped your tears, already knowing the truth, and sat up so he could move. “Go and kill that son of a bitch.”

“I can stay.” He said, unconvinced.

“We both know that’s not you, soldier.” You said as you stole a kiss before pushing him towards the door. “Me and Natalia will be right here waiting when you get back.”

“Natalia?” He smiled at the sound and ran his hand softly over the full head of red hair.

You hissed as Shuri took your distraction to give you a shot of oxytocin in your thigh and you groaned as another contraction began. “Fuck, is there another one?”

“No.” She laughed as Bucky’s eyes went wide at your words and shook her head. “It’s just the placenta. Would you like to cut the cord, white wolf?”

She held a pair of scissors out to him and he quickly grabbed them and the thick grey cord, chopping through it with a ghost of a tear in his eyes.

“Now go.” She shooed him from the room. “Let’s get you into a recovery bed.”

You emerged from the room and found the glass window that had been shattered was repaired and the furniture changed from how it was hours earlier.

“What happened…how has this been fixed already?”

“Let’s get you on the bed first, then we will catch you up.” Dr N’Yana said as she walked in with grey hairs streaking her previously black hair. “Thanos won the war of 2018 and wiped out half the population like he said he would.”

“No, Natasha said we won.” You shook your head.

“We did. They brought you all back here today, billions of people suddenly reappeared after 5 years.”

“F-five years?” You gasped as you looked to Shuri for the truth and she nodded, clicking the black ball on her bracelet and a world clock appearing with dates all showing 2023.

“I have to go.” She said, placing the ball back on her bracelet and grabbing her vambrace blasters. “If Thanos wants another war, that is what he will get.”

She took off running as Dr N’Yana pressed a calming hand to your shoulder. “You need to rest, there’s no fighting for you.”

“My family needs me.” You argued despite the fact you didn’t even have the energy to get past the ageing doctor.

“Your daughter needs you more.”

Remember your promise.

You nodded sullenly to Nat’s voice that filled your head and curled up with your daughter safely cradled in your arms. “I’ll protect you with my life.”

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6 Months Later, Ohio

The sun broke through the thick canopy of leaves like golden spears of light and the spring breeze left a hint of jasmine in the air. It was peaceful here, somewhere she could truly rest after all the long years she spent fighting. You could sit in the clearing all day listening to the birds singing but your days of rest were gone and now it was your turn to fight. You had a daughter to raise in a world that had been thrust into chaos and anger but you vowed to make it safe for her.

“Ouch.” Bucky groaned as Natalia pulled his long hair. “Daddy’s going to need a haircut before you rip it all out.”

You smiled as you looked up from where you sat beside Natasha’s headstone and watched Bucky walking along the pathway with your daughter in his arms. You weren’t quite sure how you would have survived without him, the long sleepless nights with your newborn, the even longer nights spent crying over her mother. He had been your pillar of strength even though he was working through his own losses with Steve gone.

“I think someone’s hungry.” He greeted you with a kiss as he sat down on the grass and let Natalia reach out for you to breastfeed, latching on quickly as you stared at the plain headstone that didn’t do her justice. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“She deserved so much more.” You sighed and leant into his side. “She should’ve been here to watch Natalia grow. It’s just so fucking unfair.”

“We’ve fought aliens with the help of sorcerers and gods.” He said as he draped his arm over your shoulder and shuffled closer. “You sort of have to believe that she’s not completely gone, that she's out there watching over everyone.”

As if to prove his point a breeze whipped through the small cemetery, shifting the branches above you and letting a blinding ray of light bath you in her glow. Tipping your head back, you let the light warm your soul and dry the tears that rolled down your face.

Your momma will always be watching over us.

A Correspondence of Obligation - Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little angsty but really nothing!!

a/n: Here we goooo!! So so excited to get this series started :))

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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My Princess, 

When you refuse to reply to my letters, it only makes me yearn for your words more. I wonder how your penmanship would look on the parchment from your stationary, how your seal would look stamped on the envelope. I wonder how to become deserving of you. 

Is there a method to this madness you put me through? 

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Lioness || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, blood, violence, murder, smut. (in that order too lmao) this badass reader got real violent in the middle there oops someone woke up and chose violence today WC: 3116

Two men stood arguing in the shadows, watching the man tied to the chair hang limp and unconscious. The Don turned to his Capo and grabbed the lapels of his shirt as he saw the ‘gift’ he had been brought. “What the fuck is this?”

“What you asked for?”

Throwing the smaller man aside, the boss strode out of the dark and slapped the man until he woke. Grabbing his hair, he tipped his head back and turned it to the capo so he could see the crystal blue eyes. “I asked you for the head of his mob, you brought me the Dona's bitch.”

“You fucked up.” Bucky laughed despite his split lip that reopened with his smile. “My girl’s going to take pleasure draining the life out of every single one of you cocksuckers.”

Bucky’s head rocked sideways at the backhand he received and the rival Don’s jewel encrusted rings sliced his cheek. A pained groan escaped his bloody lips but that was the only satisfaction he gave them at his suffering as his fingers pressed the crown of his watch, the movement hidden having by his hands tied behind his back. It was only a matter of time until you arrived.

“We need to move out.” The Don ordered his men. “Call everyone, tell them to get to the casa sicura.”

“It's one woman.” The Capo frowned as he watched his boss’s face pale. “What threat could she possibly be?”

“You obviously don’t know how a lion's pride works, do you? You look at a lion and think he is fierce but the truth is without his lioness he would starve. The lioness hunts, the lioness protects. He is merely there to fuck and please her.”

“Give me some good news.” You snapped as you shrugged your jacket from your shoulders and tossed it over the back of your office chair.

“The tracker in his watch has just come online but it's deep in Little Italy.” Steve, your 2nd in command, updated you as he typed on his laptop.

You dropped into your chair and mindlessly twirled your butterfly knife as you wondered what the Don was up to. He had never been brave enough to outright start a war with you, there had to be something else going on. It didn’t matter, there was nothing to ponder, Bucky had been taken and you would stop at nothing to get him back. Slipping the knife back into your pocket, you opened the cupboards that lined your office and saw the arsenal of weapons waiting for you.

“You’re not seriously just going to go in there are you?” Steve gawked as you pulled on a custom bulletproof vest that doubled as a holster that could fit four handguns plus magazines.

“You’re not seriously just going to let them kill your bestfriend and your boss are you?” You shot back without looking as you checked the magazines were full before shoving them into place and grabbing a rappelling rope.

“Of course not, but you’re indispensable unlike the rest of us.”

Steve joined you and began to arm himself while you monitored your husband's movements, the red blip making its way through Brooklyn. “They’re on the move. Time to go.”

“Woah, we should wait for reinforcements-”

You cut Steve off with a glare and he gulped his suggestion down before following you out of your office and down to the garage. You looked over the array of keys and chose the Rolls-Royce Cullinan since it was the fastest of the armour plated vehicles you had collected. You didn’t bother looking back to make sure Steve was still with you, he either kept up or got left behind, it made no difference to you.

“I can’t believe you have a fucking shield.” You rolled your eyes as he slipped into the passenger seat and dropped it at his feet.

“Better than getting shot.”

The roar of the engine as you hit the accelerator drowned out the degrading insult you muttered and you flew out into the traffic with little regard for anyone else on the street. Red lights, stop signs, angry horns. They all went unnoticed as you raced across the city, weaving in and out of cars so you could get to Bucky as fast as possible. You couldn’t imagine your Italian rivals being gentle on him and the thought of anyone hurting Bucky sent fire igniting in your veins.

Your knuckles gripped the wheel tighter and Steve watched as your jaw clenched. “He’s gonna be fine. I know he’s soft for you but that jerk is still a tough son of a bitch.”

“If they have hurt him, I swear to god the streets will run red with their blood.” You said as you took the break in traffic to look at Steve. “It will be fucking biblical.”

The car fell silent as Steve avoided looking your way. You knew he couldn’t understand your bloodlust, very few people could. It was a man's world and the men only seemed to understand strength through violence. To be a part of their world you had to be more violent, more deadly, so they would see you as an equal. It turned out you did more than just become an equal, your reputation became the whispers of nightmares and rivals began to fear you more than Bucky.

Bucky was the only one who accepted you and loved you for who you were. He never once tried to rein you in like the others or grew jealous of the power your name held, he thrived on it. It was why you would do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant being hopelessly outnumbered in enemy territory. He would do the same for you.

“Park down that alley on the right and we will have to go the rest of the way on foot.” Steve said as Bucky dot stayed stationary inside the industrial building.

You parked in the shadows and shut the engine off, turning to Steve before he could climb out. “I need you to stay here.”

“No way, he’s my best friend!”

“And he’s my husband!” You hissed. “I need you to have the car ready for a quick get away. Don’t make me pull rank here, Rogers.”

He didn’t look happy but he didn’t argue which was the best you could hope for as you tossed him the key and opened the door. “Give me five minutes then move round the block to the front. Unless they have RPGs you should be safe with whatever they fire at you.”

“Should be?” He muttered. “That’s reassuring.”

Your lips tipped up into a smirk at his sarcasm and you stepped out of the, turning back and hitting him with your own. “Guess you could always hide under your shield.”

You quietly closed the door and disappeared up the rusted fire escape, making your way over the rooftops instead of the busier streets below. Spotting an armed guard up ahead, you hid behind a water tower and drew your knife from your pocket. You would have plenty of time to use your guns but for now you didn’t want to announce your arrival.

The steps of the guard grew closer and you heard him humming a tune as he approached, your men would never be so stupid as to do that because it made it too simple to pinpoint when they would be in reaching distance. Your hand flew out, swiping the blade across his throat before he could even react and you grabbed his shirt to pull him away from the view of anyone else, his quiet gurgles stifling the song he had sung.

You froze as you heard another man calling out, assuming he was looking for his deceased amico. You waited ready as before, back pressed to the water tower and knife waiting for its next victim. This time your target was alert for something amiss and his steps were quieter, the sounds eaten by the noise of the city below. You spotted his gun first, peeking around the corner and you blocked the turning body with your forearm before slicing his wrist, the gun clattering to the rooftop as his tendons were rendered useless.

His scream erupted faster than your hand could bury the blade in his throat and you knew your stealth positioning was ruined. Grabbing the rope from where it hung over your back, you tied it around the two men and hooked it into the special clip on your vest. There was no time to second guess your plan as you heard the echoing sound of more than one pair of boots on the metal stairwell of the fire escape. Running across the roof, you ducked as gunshots sounded and leapt over the edge.

The rope burnt your palms as it ran through your fists and you hoped the bodies above stayed where they were before you clenched your grip and came to a jarring stop, your arc stopping before gravity pulled you back towards the building. The stunned face of the Don standing in front of the wide glass pane was almost comical but there was no time to laugh before your feet crashed through. Shards of glass tore at your clothes but you rolled to a stop relatively unscathed and drew two guns as you rose to your feet.

“Kill her!” The Don screamed as he rose from where he had fallen and shuffled his way to the stairs. “Kill the fucking bitch!”

You couldn’t believe this man dared give his soldiers orders but didn’t stay to see them through, he was not worthy of being their leader. Thankfully there weren't many of the soldiers in the room with you, most of his men must have been sent up to the roof and hadn’t made their way back down yet. Three well aimed shots dealt with them but one had managed to hit you before they died leaving your breath winded from where the bullet struck you in the vest.

Chasing after the Don you took the stairs two at a time, putting down everyone that got in your way, and you looked at your watch - 4 minutes and 38 seconds had passed. Finally, you reached the ground floor of the old warehouse and found the Don standing near the exit. Roofing iron lined the walls of the large commercial space and in the centre was your husband, slumped in a chair with slow streams of blood running down his handsome face. Your hand stilled as you looked at the weapon aimed at his head and the smirk on the Don’s face.

“Not so brave now are you, leonessa.” He spat. “Let me go, call this blood feud off and you can have him.”

You could hear the men from the rooftop coming down the last flight of stairs and knew you would be trapped on both sides any moment, you were running out of options and Bucky was starting to stir awake. If you could just see his eyes one more time before you died you would be happy. Suddenly the throaty rev of an engine pulled your attention away from the soldiers about to descend on you and towards the wall that was crumpling under the front of your Rolls-Royce, right beside the Don.

You dropped to your knees as you saw Steve’s window had the barrel of an AK-47 hanging out of it and he opened fire at the capos and soldiers, parking himself between them and Bucky. Your ears were ringing from loud gunshots but you couldn’t cover them as you needed your arms to crawl across the concrete and towards the Don who was pulling himself from the mess Steve’s entrance had made.

“Where do you think you are going?” You hissed as you grabbed his ankle and twisted the already broken limb, revelling in his scream. “This is what you wanted.”

“Please, it was a mistake.” He begged.

“You bet your ass it was a mistake.” You chuckled as your fingers curled around your knife. “One you are going to pay for with your life.”

You were bored of his tears and pleas, your ears already hurting and a headache forming. He was lucky, any other time you might have taken him with you and elongated his torture to appease the anxiety and stress he put you through but you just wanted to get Bucky out of there. You didn’t even take the time to watch his blood pool across the concrete or the colour drain from his face, you were already on your feet and wiping the blood off your knife before pocketing it and limping around your car to Bucky.

“There’s my girl.” Bucky sighed with a smile that cracked the blood that had dried on his cheeks. “Knew you would come for me.”

“Always.” You kissed his cheek gently as you reached behind him and sliced through the ropes that bound him, checking over the burn marks they left behind before helping him from the chair. Steve was already opening the door for you as you supported Bucky and got him settled on the backseat, turning your attention to your 2IC. “That wasn’t the plan.”

“I had to improvise.” He shrugged. “You were right about the armour though.”

“I’m right about most things. Now, get us home and have Dr Banner meet us there.”

You joined Bucky in the back seat and he took your hand as soon as you were in his reach, the familiar calluses settling the adrenaline that had been flooding your system since you heard he had been ambushed. Now that you weren’t high on hormones you were starting to feel the aches and pains of the many small injuries that littered your body.

“You’re bleeding.” Bucky said softly as he pulled the collar of your shirt away to see one of the cuts from breaking through the window.

“So are you.” You reminded as you leant into his touch.

“They barely touched me, doll.” He chuckled. “They were too scared of you to do any real damage.”

His fingers opened the buckles on your vest and pulled the thick layer away, not missing the wince as you moved so he could pull it off completely. Lifting your shirt up he saw the bruise that was already blooming across your ribcage and shook his head, softly placing your shirt back down before Steve looked back in the rearview. He felt terrible that you got hurt for him but knew that it went both ways and if the roles were reversed he would have done the exact same thing, just maybe not with the finesse you had.

“What am I going to do with you, babygirl?” He asked quietly as he kissed his way along your jawline.

“I can think of a few things.” You sighed as his shadow of a beard tickled your skin and your need for him spread faster than the goosebumps over your body.

Your fingers reached out for the control panel on the centre console and the blacked out glass began to rise, creating a barrier between Steve in the front and the back with you and Bucky. You could feel Bucky's smirk against your throat as his hand rose up your thighs in time with the window. Some jazz music began to play and you rolled your eyes at the poor taste both Steve and Bucky shared but you were grateful to have the sound overpower your moans as Bucky’s hands massaged your thighs.

“You get me so fucking hard when you I see you play with that knife.” Bucky teased you with his words and his fingers that were slowly opening your pants. “Seeing the fire in your eyes.”

“Yeah, like this baby?” You pulled the blade from your pocket, catching it with a twirl before running it down his shirt on the blunt side. “Should I just cut your clothes off so there’s nothing stopping me from having you this instant?”

His chest shuddered as a moan expelled on his breath and you watched his tented pants twitch as he enjoyed your teasing. Taking his belt you slipped the knife under the leather and sliced through it before dropping it to the car floor and pulling his pants down his legs. There was no patience left in you, you had to feel him. It was almost more reassuring than just seeing him alive, you wanted to feel his body under yours, his thick cock filling your pussy.

You kicked your own pants off and his hands guided you over his lap, his fingers teasing your entrance and feeling your folds already slick with arousal. He seemed to have as much patience as you did as he pulled you down to spear you with his blunt head, your heads tipping forward as you moaned together. You were careful of the cuts on his face, lacing your fingers in his hair instead and you gently kissed the corner of his lip that was split.

“You take more security now on.” You ordered as you rolled your hips over him.

“Mhmm, anything you want.” He agreed, knowing that you would stop if he tried to argue.

“I’m serious, Bucky. I can’t live in a world without you in it.”

His hands cupped your cheeks and he leant back so he could look you in the eyes, his blue irises blown with lust but still clear as the summer sky. “You won’t have to. Wherever we go, it's together. Hear me?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to feel every inch of him, needing to have as much of his touch as you could possibly get in the confined space. If your kiss hurt he didn’t show it but you could taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips as your tongue danced with his.

“I love you.”

You panted as your head tipped back, the assault of his tongue on your collarbone sending you head spinning before his thumb slipped between your thighs and added to the ecstasy. Everything felt warm, like the comfort of coming home to a roaring fire on a cold winter’s night and you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he replied, tipping you over the edge and into bliss.

“I love you too, doll.”

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short king - b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson warnings: tiktok trend about: request! doing this tik tok trend on bucky barnes? But it's to him in person. ( gaslighting bf into thinking he's short. )

the weight of bucky’s head is sweet against your thighs, soft tufts of dark hair between the spaces of your fingers as you run them through. the cerulean of his irises is hidden behind fluttering eyelashes, his cheekbones pressed against your lap. he hums once in a while to voice how comfortable he is, lightly tightening the arm looped around your waist to pull himself closer.

the sound of the television is not enough to drown out the music from sam’s phone, constantly changing from the tiktoks he’s watching. bucky can barely hear any of it through the sound of your heart and the wonderful feeling of your love that makes his skin tingle.

sam’s chortle nearly snaps him out of the daze that made him begin to drift off to sleep, a quiet grunt slipping past his lips in disapproval. it disappears when he feels you giggle, fidgeting with a particularly silky strand. he pushes his face further into your thighs when sam turns up the volume on his tiktok and restarts the video.

after attempting to laugh quietly for two minutes, sam begins to guffaw, and bucky grumbles after a few seconds of it, reluctantly raising his head from your skin, “sam.”

sam shushes him, “i’m trying to hear.”

“if i can hear, you can hear,” bucky grumbles, sighing frustratedly when sam waves him off. “i’m going to the bathroom.” he’s already been forced out of his comfort, so he might as well.

kissing your thigh before getting up, bucky shoots sam a look before going to the elevator to his room, he never liked using the ones on the main floor.

“what’re you laughing at?” you ask sam when bucky is gone. sam snickers.

“there’s another tiktok thing going around where girls convince tall guys they’re short. it’s great.”

you tilt your head, nodding amusedly, “i can imagine that.”

sam’s eyes suddenly rise from his phone to you, a wide grin overtaking his face and a delighted laugh already bubbling in his throat, “you don’t have to.”

“what?”

“you should do that to bucky! how tall is he? eight-ten?”

“i don’t know, at least six feet?”

“i don’t care, you should do this to him,” sam encourages, thrusting his phone into your hands. you roll your eyes.

“bucky’s one-hundred-and-four, he isn’t going to freak out over me saying he’s short when i know he’s not.”

“who knows?” sam exclaims, “people can surprise you.”

“sam—”

“do it.”

pursing your lips, you settle your attention on the man, squinting, “you’re not leaving me alone until i do.” he shakes his head and you throw your hands up, “fine! but this will be very boring because he will just nod yes and then kiss me on the cheek.”

“nuh uh, this will hit a gross little part of him, you’ll see.”

“stop,” you laugh.

“stop what?” bucky asks when he enters the room again, sitting next to you and pressing a kiss to your head as he throws an arm over you.

“i just told y/n how tall you were,” sam cuts in, you cock your head at him.

bucky’s brows furrow as he looks back at you, “and you said stop?”

“height is just a number, bucky, don’t worry about it,” you assure smoothly with a light hand on his bicep. you wish sam wouldn’t look so impressed, this was your damn job.

“what?”

“i mean, i knew you were short, but i never—”

“short?” bucky interrupts, turning to you with inquisitive eyebrows.

“yeah, but it’s not like it’s something new,” you shrug comfortingly, “and it’s not a bad thing, honey.”

“i know, but i’m not.”

“oh,” you pout, “whatever you say, baby.”

bucky scoffs, “it’s not—y/n, i was tall before the serum and i’m taller now.”

you hum along, stroking his arm, “okay.”

“don’t—okay, do you think sam is short?”

you shake your head immediately, “no, no, sam’s tall, buck. what’re you talking about? you know you shouldn’t compare anyone, especially because of something so tiny like your height—oh, sorry.”

“i’m taller than he is!” bucky points out. you tilt your head at him, smiling softly.

“oh, honey, it’s all about perspective.”

“stop it! say that i’m tall.”

“okay,” you nod, “you’re very, very tall, honey,” you give in, pecking his nose. bucky groans.

“not like that,” he argues, letting his head fall against your shoulder, “this is bullying.”

“it’s okay,” you coo, yelping when you’re suddenly pulled up, one of bucky’s hands at his forehead.

“look,” he whines, “tall.”

at his insistence, you can’t help but laugh, tugging him closer to you, “yes, sweetheart, tall.”

“y/n, stop,” he drags, his chin above your head.

“it’s okay, you can be what the ladies call a short king,” you wink. he groans. sam laughs.

“bullying,” bucky insists, nuzzling his nose against your forehead.r

I genuinely thought this was gonna end bad I was prepared to cry

*gasps* empty inbox? well we can’t have that! just wanted to say thanks for churning out fics the way that you do. you’re a machine and i love reading your work.

do you ever think bucky would be able to hide his life with the reader away from everyone else? (with the exception of steve and maybe sam bc, well he’s sam ofc he’s gonna find out). he tries his hardest to keep the two separate because he never wants to put you in danger with his work but one day he has to bring the 2 together (almost like a clint and laura in ultron type vibe).

if this sparks interest for a full fic i won’t mind but you could also answer with some short thoughts and i’d be more than thrilled xx

*fans face* too much, too much, you're gonna make me cry! I don't know how to do anything half measure so you have a full fic my sweets xx

Family First || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mentions of injuries, guns, violence, fluff WC: 2.1k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Prequel Blurb

“Shh, sweetie, daddy will be home soon.” You cooed as your daughter cried for Bucky.

The ice pack on her ankle didn’t seem to be helping but at least the bandage on her knee had stopped the bleeding. You checked your phone once again, seeing he had read the message you sent and you cradled her head close to your chest. At least this latest injury wasn’t as bad as the time she broke her wrist falling out of a tree. You had to admit you didn’t handle that very well but it was the first serious injury your daughter had sustained. You had left a hysterical voicemail for him that really didn’t explain what had happened, only that you were rushing your daughter to hospital.

Bucky had charged in like he was about to face down a legion of aliens again, Steve and Sam right behind him. You weren’t sure who was more surprised, you at the fact he had brought friends from work or them at the fact he had a family. It was no secret being married to anyone in the Avengers was a risk but out of all of them, Bucky thought he had the biggest target because of who he used to be. After Bucky had seen that your daughter was safe, hurt but safe, he had introduced you to the men you had heard so much about and swore them to secrecy.

“You have a daughter?” Steve was still stunned at the revelation and his eyebrows were almost crushed together as the nurse had stepped out into the waiting area and called out her name.

“Sarah Barnes?”

Steve looked like he was going to cry when he realised Bucky had named her after his mom. They two men were still waiting there when she was released a few hours later with a bright pink cast covering her arm.

“Do you think Captain America and the Falcon could sign it, mommy?” She had asked, turning her bright blue eyes that she got from her father on you just like he did when he wanted you to say yes to something.

“Only if they want to.” You nodded with a small smile, leaning into your husband's embrace as you finally took a breath that the ordeal was over. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out.”

“It’s okay.” He had chuckled, rubbing soothing circles over your back. “I’m surprised we went this long without them finding out. I’m just glad you two are alright. When I heard you crying I thought…doesn’t matter, you’re both fine and that’s all that matters to me.”

You looked over at Sarah and saw she had climbed up onto the bench between Steve and Sam to regale the story that had led to her broken arm. You would not have thought that only three hours earlier she was a screaming mess and now she was anything but.

“Do you have to go back to work or do you want to invite them over for dinner?”

“If I have to eat another tv dinner I swear I’ll lose my mind.” Sam answered for them.

“I didn’t say you were invited.” Bucky shot back and you nudged your elbow into his ribs.

“You are both welcome to come. It’ll be nice to talk to someone who actually knows my husband exists and doesn’t think he is some fictitious character I made up.” You half joked and Sam gave you an odd look. “Parent teacher night last year. That really happened.”

His booming laugh filled the hallway and he held his hand up in apology to the nurses that looked his way disapprovingly before he clapped Bucky on the back. “Ouch, that has gotta hurt man.”

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sound of tyres crunching the gravel driveway filled the quiet countryside and up to the porch swing you were sitting on. You wiped away the latest tears that clung to Sarah’s eyelashes and pointed to the dust trail snaking up the hillside.

“See there’s daddy.” You smiled. “I told you he would come.”

Your smile faltered as you saw the reflection of the roof and realised it was black but Bucky’s SUV was silver. Not wanting to alarm her, you scooped her up and carried her inside. “That dust is going to get everywhere if I don’t shut the door.”

You placed her down on the couch and shut the front door, quietly bolting the locks in place and opened the coat closet to get the gun and burner phone that was hidden inside. You hit the only number that was programmed and it was answered on the first ring.

“Bucky, someone’s here.” You rushed as you peeked through the curtain beside the door.

“I need you and Sarah to go down to the basement. Lock yourself inside and don’t come out for anyone but me, Steve or Sam.” You had known him long enough to recognise his voice when he was scared, god knows you had held him through the nights when he cried and he had that same voice now.

“What’s going on baby?”

“Someone hacked us, they stole almost every piece of information on each of us.” He admitted and you heard metal groan as he put his vibranium fist through it. “I’m so fucking sorry, I think they know about you, about Sarah.”

You shoved the phone into the crook of your neck and shoved the gun down the back of your waistband before scooping up Sarah from the couch. “We are going to go treasure hunting downstairs ok sweetie.”

“That’s not daddy is it?” She asked as she heard the car doors slam closed and squealed.

“Daddy’s coming, Sarah.” Bucky called out as he heard his daughters panic but she couldn’t hear, even you could barely make out his words as the cell signal cut out the further down the stairs you descended. “I love you - so much. I’m on - way.”

“We love you too.”

You prayed he heard you before the call dropped and you put Sarah down roughly as you heard the front door slam, it would take all your strength to push shut the heavy reinforced steel door. Sarah cried as her ankle gave way beneath her and she fell to the ground but you had to focus on shutting the door, it was all there was between you and the men you could hear ransacking your home.

“It’s okay, sweetie, I know it's scary, mommy’s scared too.” You rasped as you held back your tears and brushed Sarah’s dark hair back from her face.

She was a prettier feminine image of Bucky and sometimes you thought the only thing she got from you was your clumsiness. Especially now, she bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling and she hugged her arms around your neck as you sat in the corner, hidden by a barrier of moving boxes you had never ended up unpacking.

“It’s okay mommy, you don't have to be scared. Daddy’s going to save us from the bad men.”

There was not a single speck of doubt and you nodded your head, wishing you had the infallible hopes of a child but fear of reality kept grounding you with despair. It felt like hours but the phone showed it was only minutes later that the men descended the stairs and the loud rounds of gunfire rang out as they tried to shoot through the door. Sarah’s screams pierced your eardrums and you cradled her to your chest even tighter, wondering how long it would take for them to break through.

You were sitting ducks if they managed to get through and there were so many things you never got to say to Bucky. Dropping the useless burner phone, you pulled yours from your smartphone pocket and opened the voice recorder since it didn’t have any bars of signal either.

“Do you want to tell daddy how much you love him so we can play it for him when he gets here?” You asked as your voice broke at the lie and you hit the red record button.

“I can’t wait to see you bust in the door daddy! You’re going to kick their asses.” She growled proudly before you mouthed I love you. “I love you, daddy, you’re the bestest.”

“Mommy will be back in a minute.” You carefully moved her off you so that she was hidden behind the boxes and you walked to the opposite corner as you swallowed the lump in your throat and put the phone back up to your lips. “This is probably the worst time but I never thanked you. I know this is the worst case scenario you always feared and I wish I could see a way where we get out of this but…if this is it, I want you to know I don’t regret us. I know how guilty you feel and I know you will blame yourself but this was not your fault, baby, it was not your fault.

I knew the second I saw you in the market that you would change my life and I’m so glad you did, James. You gave me the world, you gave me your heart, you gave me a family. I-” You heard the door starting to groan and saw the hinges turning red as they torched their way through, panic gripping your last words and holding them hostage in your throat and you had to raise your voice over the sound of the blow torch. “I love you, so fucking much!”

“That’s a naughty word!”

You sobbed a laugh as you ended the recording and attached it to an email so that the moment your phone had signal it would complete its final mission to reach your husband. Tears blurred your vision as you pulled Sarah into your embrace and hummed the tune to hush little baby, just like you did when she was a baby.

Screams and gunfire broke out and you covered Sarah’s ears as her own cries added to the noise, her fear finally overriding the faith she had in her father. You could see the line of fire had almost completely made its way through the hinges on the door and the metal was groaning under the pressure of its weight pulling it down. Light broke through the room as the door gave way, the crash of it hitting the concrete floor threatening to blow your eardrums and it shook the foundations of the house.

“Sarah! Y/N!”

Sarah tore your hands away as she heard her dad’s voice and she tried to get up but you pulled her back down. “Wait! Wait for daddy to come to us, sweetie.”

You struggled to hold her still as she tried to run towards the voice that promised her safety but you didn’t know how many men stood between you and him. You pressed your lips to her forehead and begged her to stay silent until she finally quietened down. The gunfire was no longer constant and it was only every few breaths that one or two shots went off and you weren’t sure if that was good or bad.

Heavy footsteps descended the stairs and you heard a deeply relieved sigh before you caught sight of Bucky’s boots stepping into your line of sight. “DADDY!!!”

You let Sarah go as she jumped up, Bucky easily catching her and cradling her to his chest and he checked over her for any injuries, aside from the scrap of falling off her bike.

“Told you I would come for you babygirl.” He choked as he peppered her forehead with kisses. “Daddy’ll always come for his two best girls.”

You had sagged with relief at seeing him arrive and your eyes closed as you realised the terror was over. You opened your eyes as you felt movement and found Bucky sitting beside you and pulling you into his side so he could hug you both.

“I have some bad news.” He murmured quietly as he ran his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead.

“You got blood on the carpet.” You tried to joke but your voice failed to hold any humour.

“That too.” He said, the ghost of a smile tipping up at your attempt. “There’s some more people I want you to meet.”

“Who else came with you?” You asked, worried about even more people knowing but grateful for their help nonetheless. You watched him chew his lip and knew it was bad before he even answered.

“Everyone.”

Part Two/Parallel Story

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