Marvel Imagines pt. 5

Blood doesn't always count ❤️‍🔥 Mob AU

Song: Miguel Angeles - protection charm.

Imagine: Bucky's wife is in trouble, she can't call Bucky so she calls you as her last resort.

Warnings: angst, violence, gore, death, mentions of abuse, fluff.

(This just popped in my head and wouldn't let go)

•••

It's been a total of 12 minutes and 38 seconds that she called you in a frenzy. Half blabbering as she explained the pained situation she was pushed in and how Bucky isn't responding to his phone.

The panic in her phone alone set fire to your veins in anger. First of all why is your brother such an ass and secondly, how dare they touch someone that isn't theirs especially in the comfort of their own home?

Your nails tap against the steering wheel, the leather protesting under the sharp points. your eyes are trained on that door.

You know better than to go in guns blazing. Especially after their track record. You however are tired of him doing it to every girl that joins a crime family. Wanda is gullible enough for him to convince her to let him in. It's how you once got the same treatment.

Only you're the head of the family now and an ex mercenary at that.

And really, you haven't had drama in ages.. he kind of deserves it too.. fuck it.

You step outside of the car and slam the door behind you as you walk towards the entrance.

'Evening Miss Barnes.. business or pleasure?' The doorman asks you as he opens the door.

'Both.. so you better take the night off, Herman....' You reply with a wink.

'Ah..' He nods in understanding and releases the door behind you and walking off without another glance.

Your eyes fall upon the sweaty bodies rubbing up onto each other. Any other day you would've enjoyed this, going into this club used to be your life, even during training...until him.

You shake the memories as you walk to the back of the dimly lit club. You know they're already aware of your presence. How can they not? They're trained well enough.

Oh right, you should probably clarify a few things.. the "him" is nobody other than Dreykov. A ruthless businessman or so he calls himself. He's just a power greedy killer, and as mentioned before, he came over for a surprise visit. He left with bloody hands and a broken nose. He didn't think a girl that young could give him that though.

You should've warned her.

No this isn't your fault. It's his and his alone. And you're about done dealing with this greasy bouncy ball.

'Sorry Miss Barnes, he's not receiving visitors at the moment-'

You give the men a stern look. The men shiver a bit at your gaze. They know what you're capable of. They know the stories that make their nightly rounds at the club and every other establishment ruled by crime. They hesitate, much to your irritation. 'He will kill us-'

'Uhuh...' you give them an annoyed look. 'I plan on killing only one person tonight.. up to you if that number will be brought up to three or more tonight...why don't you take tonight off huh?'

They nod in unison and stand back as you push open the door and are greeted with a sight that makes your blood boil even more than it already did. He's at the head of the table surrounded by his little pets.

'Y/n, Detka!' He opens his arms like an old friend.

'You are done.. but I think you already know that judging by all the dead men standing here.. it's a waste of some good people you know..' you taunt him.

'It's just a little fear Y/n, don't be such a party crasher...'

'That's what you think this is? A crashed party?' You almost laugh at his antics. He really thinks he will make it out tonight breathing.

'Since when are you back in town?' He asks.

'Does it matter? You're doing things you're not supposed to be doing.. she's a Barnes, you know?' You stalk closer to him, you watch his men take a step forward and you scoff with a small smirk.

'She wasn't as feisty as you..'

'...'

•••

'Dreykov killed inside night club, no suspects yet.'  Reads the headline on the tv.

'What happened?' Bucky asks you as you both stand in front of the tv. You're still bloody from the massacre you just committed in his wife's name.

'He fell...'

'Oh right and the other men?' He snaps.

'They fell too...' you shrug. His anger gets triggered by your nonchalant answer as if you didn't just killed a room full of people and set of a huge shockwave through he crime families in New York alone.

'Y/n, you can't be serious!'

'And where were you, you fucking pool noodle! If your wife calls you a bunch of times you fucking answer, I killed him because I've had enough of hearing of women beaten by him to install fear including me and mom and now her! IN YOUR OWN HOME! Doesn't that anger you?!'

'Of course it does-'

You keep arguing after that, back and forth yelling,  insults, yelling insults.. until you both hear her voice that cuts through the argument.

'Thank you, Y/n..' she says making both heads turn towards the sound.

'Honey what are you doing out of bed-' she raises her hand and Bucky stops talking making you let out a snort. He's so easy to control apparently.

'I want to thank you.. if it was the other way around I would've done the same...' she stands next to you and takes your hand in hers.

'You hear that Buck? Your wife, whom you were supposed to be protecting would've done the same..' you smirk at him.

'You're not out of the clear with this..'

'Buck, I'm head of the family..'

'Shit..' he sighs making both you and Wanda let out a giggle. 'But seriously Y/n, thank you..' she squeezes your hand.

'It's no trouble really.. he needed to be put down...and whatever that may cause.. I'll get through it I'm sure...'