pov- imagines

DIAMANTE ROJO- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: violence, alcohol mentions and drinking
about: (requested) committing crimes with bucky but as a sort of au?
a/n: the au is never really defined because i didn't mean to make this an au, but it is. also if you've read my avenger!reader x bucky fics (basically all of them, but i only mention powers in some), you know i change powers, so in this one, y/n is basically the goddess of chaos.
thank you so so much for requesting!! i hope you like this lol

the red diamond seems to be mocking you; its size of its price alone is enough to make you doubt your current "mission," and it almost seems like it flaunts its magnificence with the way it glimmers when you move around it. around it is a box of bulletproof glass, and that itself is surrounded by two large bodyguards, their body weight probably triple yours.

you squeeze the hand belonging to the arm around your waist, glad to have your own triple-your-weight bodyguard/supersoldier/boyfriend (thus a million times better). bucky looks down at you, pulling you a little closer as he watches the two men, stone-faced and still.

"how the hell are we going to do this? we planned for one," bucky growls. you tsk, "calm down, honey. that's why there's two of us."

you turn to look behind you, beyond the open doors. a plan is already formed in your head when you look at the people surrounding priceless paintings. you hum, vermilion lips curving in a small smile. wrapping bucky's hand in yours, you turn to him, "wanna get a drink?" you ask, watching as his eyes thin at you, trying to read your mind. "no," he answers simply, and you pout. "please?" puppy eyes in full swing, bucky groans, letting you drag him to the bar, where he holds the curve of your waist and glares at anyone who looks at you.

three drinks in and the effects of them nonexistent, you look back at the painting, pleased to find even more people around it. "let's get someone in trouble," you whisper to yourself, a misty green glow wrapping around the tips of your fingers.

glass is suddenly on the floor in front of the piece of art, hands instead enclosing around a thin neck. with just a few more small movements of your fingers, the people surrounding the bar and diamond are gone, moved instead to watch the destruction going on in the next room, dangerously close to the expensive paintings. the room is now practically empty, one of the guards has gone to stop the fight, and you appreciate that the one who has been eyeing you all night- even with bucky staring a hole in his head- has stayed.

downing the drink in your hand, you let your body sway to nonexistent music. you giggle falsely, nearly dropping your glass. bucky takes it from you, removing his attention from you for a few seconds and you're suddenly close to the guard, batting your eyelashes at him.

"hi," you slur, breaking out into another light giggle. you're closer to the box now, and you trip over your heels, one of your hands falling on the box and the other on the guard's chest. his large arms are around you immediately, carefully removing you from the glass, not noticing the small device you left on it already beginning to move, barely noticeable green seeping inside. you're laughing again, both hands on his chest and cheeks warm, looking at the man through your lashes. bucky is suddenly at your side, bringing you into his arms with an angry look.

"sorry," he gruffly apologizes to the guard, pulling you to the washroom while you wave exaggeratedly to the guard, sending him drunk kisses until he can't see you anymore.

"what the hell was that?" bucky demands, pushing you against the wall. "you can't get drunk, y/n. what was that?"

straightening up, you tilt your head up at him, continuing to look at your boyfriend but making no move to push him away. "that was me using the necessary skills to get that diamond."

"i don't see it," bucky snarked, and you sighed, "you'll see it when we come back in six hours." bucky's pissed off demeanor doesn't waver, so you hum sadly, extending your arms around his neck and bringing him closer, "you don't actually think i could be interested in anyone other than you?"

bucky doesn't respond, and you pout, pressing kisses to the side of his face and jaw, feeling as he loosens his grip on you, relaxing slightly. "i'm stealing stark's precious diamond for you, honey. you understand the implications from that."

he does, and it makes him press himself against you and kiss you until you can't breathe.

-

six hours later, bucky understands even more how well you thought out your plan, and though he can still feel jealousy pound through him whenever he sees that damned guard, it nearly dissipates when the supposedly unbeatable glass allows your hand to pass right through it.

"what the hell was in that thing," he mutters, and you brush him off with a "you don't want to know."

you only have a few seconds left to leave the fake, and he can hear the footsteps of the guards coming back from their shift change, urging you to hurry. you shush him, dropping the real thing into your purse and stepping over the guard he had just knocked out to press a kiss to his lips, eyes fluttering closed.

when you open them again, there's a green shine tinting the usual color of your eyes, and instead of the eerie silence, there are growls and the sound of skin slapping against skin. the guards, he realizes, proud smirk forming on his face as he looks back down at you.

"let's go, my love," you smile, "it's our turn to have everything."