Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 2

Weakness Pt. 4

Bucky, Steve, and Sam stood in the dimly lit warehouse, impatiently waiting for a meeting that was seeming less likely to happen with each passing minute. After Zemo's ambush, Bucky called a meeting with him under the guise of surrender...but surrender was the last thing Bucky had in mind. His anger had been growing with each day that passed, not only because Zemo thought he was capable of dethroning him, but because he had the audacity to send his men after you. Bucky was used to people trying to take over his empire, but laying a finger on you was completely off limits.

The last week had been the most draining week of Bucky's life. His mornings were spent having breakfast with you while he tried to find out everything he could about you, but then his day was filled with running his businesses and figuring out the best way to take down Zemo. At the end of the day, he'd come home to find you reading on his couch or cooking him dinner and the stress of his day would melt away. It was a constant emotional rollercoaster that he couldn't wait to get off of.

Bucky looked at his watch and growled with impatience. The meeting was set to start twenty minutes ago and there had been no movement around the perimeter of the warehouse. Bucky had his men positioned in various areas both inside and outside the warehouse, covered by the black of night. When Zemo arrived, they were to open fire on Bucky's rival and his men, bathing the warehouse in the blood of his enemies. In case things went sideways, he had you in a secure location, protected by Tony and Thor, two of his best enforcers.

"Where the fuck is he?!" Bucky roared. "You'd think he'd be on time for my surrender since he's so desperate to avenge his father."

"Something about this doesn't feel right, Buck." Steve said, uneasily. "I think we need to leave and figure out a different approach."

"I agree." Sam said, not taking his eyes off the warehouse door. "Zemo is up to something."

"Fine." Bucky scowled, not liking the idea of Zemo still walking around with air in his lungs.

Tonight was supposed to be the night he ended the Zemo line once and for all. He'd already gotten rid of Heinrich, the only one left was his bratty son. Zemo's death wouldn't just send a message to others eyeing Bucky's empire, it would give him a moment's peace to spend time with you the way he had been craving.

"Bucky, something's wrong with the comms." Sam said as static crackled across the radio in his hand. "It was working a minute ago."

Bucky's skin prickled. He'd been so focused on killing Zemo that he'd ignored the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Most of Bucky's decisions were made based on his intuition and it had never steered him wrong. He'd chalked the uneasy feeling up to anxiety and the overwhelming need to get rid of Zemo.

"We need to get out of here." Bucky said firmly. "Call Tony to make sure Y/n is okay."

Before heading to the warehouse, Bucky had Tony and Thor take you to one of his safe houses. He wasn't taking any chances. Zemo was ruthless and cunning. There was no way that he was leaving you vulnerable.

"There was no answer." Steve said, his voice pitching with panic.

"Try Thor!" Bucky roared as he began moving to the back of the empty warehouse.

"I did, Buck. The lines won't even connect."

"Shit!"

Bucky began running full speed, but his footsteps faltered when the front door was kicked open. He turned towards the sound, a sneer on his face as a bloody Tony and Thor were forced through the door by Zemo's men. Bucky marched towards the group, but froze when Zemo stepped through the door. His hand was wrapped around your upper arm. Tape was covering your mouth and your hands were bound behind your back.