Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 2

Weakness

Bucky watched you from across the club, his jaw clenching and unclenching over and over. You were serving a customer with a wide smile on your face. Your hand brushed over his as you handed him his drink and you winked, making the man blush before he walked away.

Bucky watched you flirt with the man and it made his blood boil. He knew it was your way of earning better tips, but it still pissed him off. The man was attractive by societal standards, but Bucky's jealousy had him noticing every flaw. You didn't belong to him, although he longed to have you, but he was protective of you. From the moment he met you no other woman mattered, and plenty tried to attract his attention.

He was an important figure in the community. Actually, that was an understatement. He ran the fucking city. He owned the police, the mayor was under his thumb, and the most powerful men in the city catered to him because they knew who he really was. He was a killer. He was the man who could intimidate the most terrifying of men with one single look. He was the most successful mob boss New York City had ever seen and he planned on keeping that title.

Of course he had competitors, but he was quick to take care of them. Usually he'd start off with a deal, they abandon their pursuit of dethroning him and they could join him to revel in all the riches and respect they could ever want. His men were family and he made sure they were treated as such. If they refused, they might as well go home and say goodbye to their loved ones because it'd be the last time they did.

The only one he'd yet to deal with was Helmut Zemo. That's why he was sitting in the cordoned off section of the club. He should be preparing for his meeting with Zemo, but instead he was too busy imagining what kind of torture method he'd use on each man you flirted with.

"Buck, you need to get your head in the game." Bucky's best friend and right hand man, Steve, said from the chair next to his.

Bucky turned his cold gaze to stare at Steve. The longer he stared, the more uncomfortable Steve became. He didn't even need to say anything to make someone fear him. It was his eyes. They were an icy blue that could reach the depths of your soul. The only one he ever spared a kind, loving look was you. He wanted you to feel safe around him and he couldn't make you feel that way if he gave you a look that said he wanted to kill you.

"I-I just mean..." Steve stammered.

"What do you mean, Steve?" Bucky asked in an intimidating tone.

"It just seems that you're more focused on Y/n then Zemo." He replied.

"I'm focused." Bucky simply said.

Steve nodded quickly and turned his attention to anything other than Bucky staring him down.

While Steve scanned the other patrons of the club, Bucky returned his gaze to you and his blood immediately ran cold. Zemo was leaning on the bar as you passed him a drink. His fingers grazed along the back of your hand as he took the glass from your hand. To Zemo, the smile and wink you shot him would look as if you were flirting, but Bucky knew you well enough to know that his touch made you uncomfortable.

"Zemo's at the bar." Bucky said as he stood and began walking towards you.

He seemed unbothered as he moved through the crowded club, but his pace was quick. He wanted to reach you as soon as possible. When he was close, you looked up and caught his eye. He smiled softly at you hoping to reassure you that he was coming to your rescue.

"Zemo." Bucky said, the warm smile he had just given you slipped from his face as he addressed the man.

"Ah, James. It's so nice to see you. I figured you'd come to greet me soon." Zemo smiled smugly at him. "This lovely lady was keeping me company, thankfully."