Marvel Imagines pt. 5

Angelus Custos ❤️‍🔥 Mob!Bucky

Song; Indila - Tourner dans le vide

Imagine: Buckys father was the one who protected you from the start, with him gone he has left that duty to his son.

Warnings; character death, mentions of nightclubs, angst, fluff. Mobster romanization.

NEW SERIES ALERT AND HERE IS A SNIPPET!!

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You could count on him, with everything.

"GEORGE GET UP!, SOMEONE HELP!"

A man grabbing at you? George Barnes would personally see to it he wouldn't have proper fingers to do it ever again.

People "forgetting" to pay you? Like Rumlow always did. He made them pay millions in advance and wouldn't let them see you.

"NO NO NO! YOU CAN'T GO!"

He would ask you about your hopes and dreams, your ambitions. He would ask you if you were okay after every night working for him. He didn't let you work until you were of legal age. You were sold to him but instead of forcing you to do things you didn't want, he made sure you were taken care of. He was the father you wished you could've had when you were younger, as fucked up as it sounds.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"

And now you were standing in front of his grave. The gold lettering a stark contrast to the sleek black plate behind it. He has a big family, you know that. And for a family of wealth this isn't uncommon, well he hated being alone so being buried in a family grave isn't the worst, you guess.

You know George wasn't exactly doing things by the books. You knew he ran a strictly organised crime family. But with his passing, his untimely death, your protection will fade.

His son, James Buchanan Barnes, is set to inherit everything. You're not sure if he's willing to give you the same treatment his father gave you.

Not that it will matter for you, you've been trained from a young age. You know how to defend yourself and how to kill an individual at least 37 ways before they can even lift a finger.

But it means your secret, the one you and George kept from the world, will come out if someone dares to cross your path.

And then there's the issue of him taking a bullet that was meant for you. You want to go after the people that did this so badly...

There's one thing holding you back however. You swore to George that there was a price for the protection and dancing, you wouldn't get violent again. For whatever reason.

'You came...' a voice behind you makes you turn your head to the side slightly.

'When a Barnes summons you, you show up..or at least that's what your father showed me...' you turn around fully.

His eyes widen slightly, he has never seen you like this. He has always seen you at his fathers club but never outside of that.

You roll your eyes, 'what?'

'You look different...' he comments and you chuckle. 'Yeah well, the cemetery isn't exactly a place to wear a skimpy outfit and 10 inch platforms now is it?'

'It isn't...walk with me...' he nudges you to come with him.

You do, your heels clicking against the marble as you join his side along the path to the entrance of the graveyard.

'My father rarely spoke of people so highly as he did with you...' Bucky starts. 'Never mentions where you came from though...but... I trust you, my father definitely trusted you.. which is why.. in case something like this were to happen... he made me promise to give you this..'

Bucky's hand reaches into coat pocket and hands you a crumbled up piece of paper. 'Never knew what he was trying to say with this...but he told me you'd know...'

You fold it open and your heart drops the second you read the sentence. Perfectly written in his handwriting, signature and all.

"You have my permission"

You swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly going dry. He must've known someday this would happen, he couldn't have known It would be them though.. or could he?

'Are you sure this is really his? Nobody forged this?' You ask him, your tone surprisingly serious.

He nods his head yes. 'He gave it to me himself... in case of an untimely death...' he repeats, a little surprised at your sudden serious tone.

You nod, putting the piece of paper in your own coat pocket. 'Was there anything else?'

'He wants you to be under my care.. which I am granting him of course.. you have a job and place to live at the club... as you already had..'

You hum, a frown forming upon your face. You remember their faces, every single ugly mug. It would be an easy find, you've been holding back only because of George's wishes.

'You planning on going after them?'

'I want to-' he starts but you interrupt him immediately.

'Don't... you'll end up in a web that leads nowhere.. that bullet was meant for me..'

'He's my father, you think I'll let this go?'

'You've got enough on your plate already.. you're the new Kingpin in this city...which means you've got a lot of shit to do... let me handle this...you trust me.. you said so yourself..'