The Missing Piece (Mafia!Stucky x Reader)

Part Eleven

"Okay, I'm ready. Ask me whatever you want..." The question hung between you both in the dark expanse of the luxurious car. There were so many questions bouncing around your mind that finding a place to begin was difficult. "I mean it, bunny. I don't want to hide anything from you. Ask me whatever is on your mind, whether it's about Bucky or me. I won't hold back, not from you." There was honesty in his words; if you had any doubt, the quick glance that Steve threw at you conveyed everything you needed to know.

A question that was so meek and simply slipped from your lips before having the chance to stop it. "Why me?" It was burning in your mind, wondering why they had chosen you to pursue out of all the women in New York City. "It wasn't ever planned. It wasn't even our intention to have anyone join our relationship. It was supposed to just be a quick fling in the bedroom." A frown caught your lips. "Buck and I thought that you were two different people at first. It was just our luck that we both happened to find the same chick in the whole city." Steve chortled lowly. "We both found ourselves wanting to spend more and more time with you. Sure, at first, we both just wanted to fuck your brains out and move on, but then it became something different for us." His words made your body completely still, your mind tumbling in many different directions, wondering if you should be offended or complimented by the notion.

"How long have you both been together?" It was a quick segue to change the subject away from the more intimate talk, knowing that Steve would likely rather talk about the lewd things than be grilled. "Uh... it's been a long time now..." You could see that Steve was attempting to delve back into his memories. "I think that James has always been the first love of my life. Ever since we were teenagers, I didn't understand why but I just loved him with every inch of my heart." Steve explained like loving Bucky was as easy as breathing air to him. "Bucky and I had grown up together on the same block, but by the time we got to High School, our lives were being pulled in different directions. Bucky was on the football team, set to be the Captain, making all these new friends, girls hanging off him and going to parties with people like Sam." So, they had known him for a while too. "I was still being beaten up behind the trash cans."

It was that final comment which surprised you. There was nothing about Steve that would have made you think he was bullied. "Sometimes I started the fights; I just don't like bullies." He explained, and it did feel like a true statement, as he said it with such intensity. "Bucky got them to lay off giving me so many black eyes, but it didn't change them seeing me as this weak loser," Steve explained. His words were enough to make you frown, hating that he viewed himself like that. "He'd try and get all his friends to like me, taking me to parties too, trying to set me up with his date's friend, but nothing changed..." Then he shrugged. "I was convinced that Bucky would just leave too. He'd get fed up with trying to convince people to like me, but he never did. He always stayed." It was almost like Steve was admirable that Bucky hadn't ditched him. Maybe that was something to admire, Bucky's utter and unfathomable loyalty.

"I'll always remember the day he first kissed me." The dreamy look set across Steve's face as if falling into the memory all over again. "We were alone in his bedroom; I was doing his geometry homework." Then rolling his eyes as if it was a regular occurrence for him. "From nowhere, he'd asked if I'd kissed anyone before. I lied and said I had; it was embarrassing to admit I hadn't. Bucky saw right through that lie. He asked again, and I admitted that I'd never kissed anyone, never asked, never been asked." You could see the smile creeping across his lips like poison spreading. "So, he did... he kissed me, told me it was good practice." Then he laughed again and shook his head. "I remember him being good." You smiled warmly at that. Bucky was good at kissing; you'd had some experience with it. "I remember blushing 'cause he told me I was good."

Then he laughed. "After that, we practised kissing all the time. Then we moved on to other things; Bucky would teach me things about my body that I didn't even know." A warm smile found his lips. "He stopped going on dates after that too. I really felt like I had my Bucky back. These moments that we were sharing were our perfect little secret. That was until one of his friends caught us in the locker room and called us..." Steve huffed a low noise, not even wanting to repeat the word. "He called us vile names. That was enough for Bucky to just beat him bloody. He broke his jaw and nose; he was virtually unrecognisable by the time Bucky was finished with him. After that, Bucky got himself kicked out of school, away from his college scholarship and any hope of a normal future."