marvel imagines ⋆·˚ ༘ *

I-32 b.b

inspired by every enemies to lovers trope.
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⚠️ tags/warnings: angst. tfatws bucky.
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summary: Bucky doesn't trust Y/n, not even one single bit.
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word count: 1441

The room was small, empty, and built from cement. There were only two windows in front of me with no glass or curtain, just the vacant space in the walls.

The three men looked at me before examining the file in front of them. They were trying to depict if they got the right person.

"That's her." One of them declared openly, crossing his arms and keeping his gaze on me.

"Okay, let's make sure, Buck."

The blonde one walked cautiously towards the chair I sat. A shirt tied around my head, stuffed in my mouth to keep me from screaming.

"Y/n, that's you? I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. Let me remove this, I don't why it's here."He lowered it down before turning and looking at the brunette man who was smirking behind him.

The shirt dropped out of my mouth with a gentle tug, falling down to my neck. While my ankles, hands, and waist were tied to the chair.

"Kid, you're going to be okay. We just need you to help us." The man continued making sure my eyes were looking into his.

"I can't."

The brunette man rolled his eyes, taking multiple steps back, before crossing his arms again.

"Why not?" The other man asked stepping closer.

"You shouldn't have taken me." I recollected what was going on and where I should be. At the Angel's Club. Where I work.

"Steve, are you seriously believing this bullshit?" The brunette man with a staring problem implored.

"Buck,"

The brunette sighed, dropping his head, and touching his forehead to relieve some tension.

"Okay, Y/n, kid, I need you to listen to me. Whoever they are, they can't get to you. Trust me, you're safer with us than with anybody else." He had a soft tone in his voice this time. He reached out taking my hand and patting it gently.

"Why do you need me?"

"We believe you know who this man is." The other man walked forward with a picture in his fingers. In the picture was the face of Roman, one of the most important clients, according to Lara.

"Yes,"

"Good. Where can we find him?" The man asked immediately after.

"It's not that simple."

"Trust me, doll, it is. Give us the location now." Buck demanded with a cocky tone, uncrossing his arms and walking forward with confidence.

"No, you don't understand. Roman doesn't stay in one place. He has connections, he'll know you're coming." I argued back with more volume to my voice.

"So do we. We can get him."

"No, Buck, maybe she's right. We can't just barge in and steal the information. We need a plan." The man said while Steve looked at me and back to the ground. He was thinking.

"Buck, this is the only way."

"And what we're just going to believe everything she says, we barely know her." Buck shook his head in disbelief.

"She has no reason to lie to us," Steve defended.

"Or maybe she does." Buck walked to me with an idea in his head, a small smirk appearing at the end of his lips.