Leather, Ink & Obsession | Bucky Barnes Biker AU

☆Chapter 1 (Bucky)☆

Bucky's POV

Today was the day. The decision of the parole board. Did I feel remorse? Of course I did, it was never supposed to go that way. Nothing really ever went the way I planned, not in my whole fucking life. I don't need to plan. It's almost better if I don't.

The room felt small and stifling, but then what do you expect from a prison conference room. I sat at a rickety wooden table across from the panel. The only reason I was even sitting here was due to overcrowding.

My attorney, a man with thinning hair and a bland suit, sat beside me. Stu. I had employed him when I first took over the Avengers from my father at 18. Stu had been the lawyer for all our crew for over 10 years now. He was the only reason my sentence had been reduced from 20 years to 4. He may have seemed small and frail but he was the best of the best, at least in Morton.

Stu gave me a reassuring nod while I clamped my hands together on the table in front of me. I had served just over a year now but it felt like an eternity.

My eyes fixated on the parole board chairwoman clearing her throat.

"Mr Barnes. You have been incarcerated for 460 days for assault and drug trafficking."

She let out a small breath. A pause.

"Mr Barnes, do you believe this sentence was fair?"

I swallowed hard, knowing that no matter how I really felt Stu had trained me how to answer all these questions to appease the board.

"No ma'am. I believe it should have been more. I really fuc...stuffed up. I made some horrible mistakes and I know it should have been a longer sentence."

And just like that they were eating out of the palm of my hand.

Stu jumped in presenting my rehabilitation efforts during my sentence. Including finally getting my high school certificate. I had completed numerous therapy sessions with Dr Raynor who was an outside therapist that I could continue to see after release.

"Mr Barnes, we acknowledge your efforts while in prison and appreciate your honesty. However, we need to acknowledge the severity of your crimes. We need to ensure that you are committed to continuing this development if we grant you parole."

"Yes...ma'am...I understand."

The panel began explaining the conditions of my parole should it be granted.

- Mandatory employment

- No drugs or alcohol

- Weekly drug and alcohol testing or more if requested

- No associating with known criminals

- Weekly therapy sessions with Dr Raynor

- Completing a 12 week anger management program

- Regular meetings with a parole officer

Any violations would result in immediate breach of parole.

The chairwoman leaned forward over her much larger desk. "We are granting you parole. Do you understand the terms of your parol, Mr Barnes?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you."

Stu held out his hand gripping mine tightly. All that was left was to collect my belongings.

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Mr Hayes, the same guard that had processed me when I first got here handed me the bag that contained only my leather vest. The rest of my clothes were not exactly in any condition to keep them stored.