Marvel imagines pt.4

Mob AU 🌿 Bucky

Song: Dermot Kennedy - Glory

Imagine; okay so this is kind of a dark fix or something I guess. I got this idea and I don't know if it's going to be too angsty but I hope you like it.

Also there's a lot of warning for this chapter so beware.

Like mob shit, violence and that kind of stuff. Also Bucky is like a real A class dick in this. Like really. It's angsty af, it's dark... so beware pls!

DONT READ IF YOURE SENSITIVE TO THE THINGS MENTIONED ABOVE!

ALSO I AM MAKING MORE PARTS! I SWEAR! Those will go further into the story!

I was really contemplating if I should post this but I'm going to anyway, read at your own risk..

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'She has a lot of nerve coming here...' Steve remarks as he watches Y/n enter the party. Invitation only.

'She does...' Bucky comments. His eyes glide over her form. She may have a pretty dress on, pretty jewels around her neck, wrists and fingers, heel that any woman would kill for. But it won't distract from the heavy bruising.

Nothing could ever distract anyone with a decent set of eyes from the purple and green, oil panting like, bruises. Her face is still a bit swollen as well.

'Mom!' Bucky's son wants to run up to Y/n, but he won't let him. Not after what she did. Or rather what was claimed she did. She always kept up her act, saying that she was innocent, and he didn't believe her one bit.

He loved her, deeply but this was betrayal of the highest shelf. She knew their son was at risk, she told someone where the three would go on vacation, and they got attacked. Their son was balancing on a wire between life and death for months. He's healed now. The same can't be said for Y/n though.

'I want to go to mom!' Damian, their son demands. He looks so much like Bucky, but has a temper like only Y/n would be able to give him.

'You're not going.. we can't trust her...' Bucky cuts him off almost instantly, the boy pouts as he looks at his mother.

She hears it, the way he talks about her to her own goddamn son. She swallows the lump in her throat, feeling like swallowing actual sandpaper. She shouldn't have come and she knows that.

She got an invitation though, and even after everything that happened, she wants to see her son. He has never done anything wrong in his life. And surely doesn't deserve this.

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'Morning daddy...' Damian greets Bucky as he sits down with a groan. He did have a little too much to drink.

'Morning bud...' he replies ruffling his hair. Damian just chuckles and munches on his pancakes.

'Do you need some milk?'

'I think I need something stronger..'

'Mommy! Daddy needs chocolate milk!' He commands and Y/n can't help but chuckle. He is starting to copy Bucky, but only the good things, things appropriate for his age.

'I think what you're daddy needs... is some coffee..' she puts the hot, steaming, cup in front of her husband and kisses his head.

'Thanks doll...' he mutters before taking a sip.

'It's peaceful in the cabin Bucky rented for the family of three, just him and his two favourite people in earth, spending time together.