Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 2

Weakness Pt. 5

Nine Months Later

The club was unusually busy for a Friday night. You were used to men flooding the building to see the girls dancing in the cages or the younger crowds filling the dance floor hoping to find their next hook-up, but tonight was different. There was barely any room for people to move through the club. It had to violate the maximum capacity regulation. In fact, you could see the fire chief speaking with Bucky in the VIP section across the room, but it didn't matter. A few palms strategically greased and the matter would be forgotten in an instance.

Sure enough, you turned to grab a beer for a customer and when you returned your gaze to the VIP section, you saw the fire chief seated on the couch opposite Bucky, laughing and sipping on a glass of brown liquid. You smirked and shook your head slightly as you returned your attention back to the customers. Almost a year later and Bucky's influence still amused you even though you'd been privy to a handful of his interactions over the last nine months.

After the night Bucky and his men killed Zemo, you'd moved back to your apartment, much to Bucky's displeasure, but he'd made sure that you were by his side as much as possible. It didn't matter if it was a meeting, social event, or just an evening spent between the two of you. If you weren't busy, he insisted on being with you no matter what he had going on. No one seemed to mind you having knowledge of Bucky's business transactions...at least, not since the first person who complained about you sitting in on a meeting mysteriously vanished. In Bucky's words, his empire was now yours and why shouldn't you have knowledge of the power you possess?

"Y/n, when are you going to quit and let me take care of you?" Bucky's voice broke through your wandering thoughts.

"Never." You replied without turning around and continued stacking the glasses you'd been working on.

"I could always fire you." He mused.

This time you turned around and leaned back against the counter. You cocked an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms.

"Like I'd let you fire me." You snorted. "You know I'd just keep coming to work."

"Not if I tell security you're not allowed in." He smirked as if he'd won.

You moved forward and rested your arms on the bar top as you leaned towards him. He matched your stance and leaned in until his face was only a few inches from yours.

"Haven't you learned that I always get what I want?" You asked just loud enough for him to hear you over the music.

He should know by now not to underestimate your ability to charm people. When he was shot, just as you promised, you'd gotten the doctor to tell you how long it would take Bucky to properly heal. You'd made sure that he took it easy for the recommended amount of time, including not letting him do more than kiss you. It was three weeks of Bucky stomping around and taking out his frustrations on anyone who got on his bad side.

"Besides, who would you stare at all night if I wasn't here?" You asked.

"I do not stare at you all night." Bucky said, feigning offense.

"Oh? Then who are you looking at all night?" You questioned. "I suppose the girls in the cages with their skimpy outfits do provide some nice eye candy for you."

Your gaze cut to cages that were positioned around the club. On nights when live music wasn't offered, the girls provided entertainment, but also something attractive for the men and women to look at.

"You know damn well that you are the only woman I ever look at, kukla." Bucky said, drawing your attention back to him.

"So you admit that you stare at me all night? Because I sure as fuck stare at you all night, Buck. Oh, and the things I imagine." You half-moaned, half-sighed. "Mmm, they'd make a porn star blush."