About 14 months after the interrogation you had decided you wanted a normal life. No more killing, no more motions, no more free guns. You had gone to live in america. After interrogating Bucky there you decided it would be a nice place to live. The mafia hadn't bugged you since you left, you always had a sick filling they were going to come and kill you go leaving or thought you we're spilling secrets.
You had gotten a job at Star bucks after about a million times trying to get into collage or at least back into high school ("what do you mean you can't find my birth certificate?")
-working at Starbucks-
"Hi welcome to Starbucks what can I get ya?" You asked looking at a man in a suit. Looked very professional.
"Hi yes I'll take a Caramel Frapuccino, and my associate will have-" a red head in dark sunglasses walked up behind him she smiled at you and said "nothing I'm fine"
"Ok and can I get a name?" You grabbed a cup and a sharpie "Phil" he slid you a card. It looked F.B.I-ish. You panicked inside but kept it cool "sir-" you started but got cut off "when's your lunch break?"
-lunch break outside Starbucks-
"Are you F. B. I.?" You asked concerned "because I swear I'm only a minor criminal."
"Minor? What in the US?" The red head said. "Now tell us y/l/n (your last name) how many people did you kill in the mafia?" Phill asked
Your heart stopped. "H-how did you kn-"
"We know many things about you y/n" the red head said "like how you killed your parents, how many kills you have, or how about how the mafia genetically alter-" she was cut off by you "stop!"
"Y/n we want to recruit you" phill said "for?" You looked confused 'why does the F.B.I want me?'
"For S. H. I. E. L. D.They both said
"Wait-" you had flashbacks. Parents giving info to S. H. I. E. L. D., killing them because if that very reason, training to take down S. H. I. E. L. D., kidnapping agents from S. H. I. E. L. D., Bucky, asking bucky about S. H. I. E. L. D. "I- I I'll do it. I'll join"
I'll do it
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Hurt (Bucky Barnes X Reader)
FanfictionBeing the top assassin in the Russian mafia was fun. Mass genocide, hunting people down, easy, finding and killing James Buchanan Barnes, was not.
