sebastian stan imagines [ completed ]

•Bucky - The Love of an Age•

A/n
This is the last one (I think) of the old uploads.
This one is a 1920s/1930s gangster AU and I think that this was a competition entry as well.
Enjoy.

-That Annoying Author.

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"Darling sister, our dear father wishes to see you". Your brother greeted you and gently kissed your cheeks. You nodded.

"Of course brother. How was the journey from Miami?" He took your hand to help you stand from the white garden chair that you were sitting on.

"Ah Miami was good. Uncle Howard said to pass on his regards."

"And how is cousin Tony?" You inquired.

"We shan't talk about Cousin Tony, from now on he is of no relation to us."

You looked quizzically at Lance. "Brother, what has Cousin Tony done?"

Lance looked at you and placed a Cuban cigar in his mouth. He took a silver lighter with your family crest engraved on it, and lit the monstrosity. He inhaled a large, deep breath of the foul smelling tobacco before allowing the smoke to escape his nostrils and into the cold, Brooklyn air. "Remember the Potts, that rival family down in Florida. Well Tony has just gone and got with their daughter, Pepper." He spat the last sentence with disgust.

You were shocked, not at what your cousin had done but of Lance's tone. He and Tony were basically brothers, always there for each other. Now it seemed that the politics of the Coulson-Stark mob had once again corrupted the sense of your dearest.

"Surely it isn't that bad." You spoke confidently as you had been taught to do, there was no time for meek, mild women in this corrupt, violent man's world.

"Sister, I think it'd be wise if we moved off the subject". He said sternly.

"What ever you think is best, brother," you replied curtly.

Lance led you to your father's study. He knocked twice before entering the dark, confined room. He pulled you rather roughly behind him into the cloud of cigar smoke and the odd stench of liquor and incense.

Your father was sitting behind the large oak desk that was the centre piece of the study. The oil lamps that hung from the dark walls were all lit, casting a glow to accentuate the piercing features of the godfather of the Coulson crime family. 

Your father was a well built, stern man that sported a slicked back mop of chestnut hair and a thick Dublin accent that only added to his mysterious and harsh persona.

"Father, you wished to see us." Lance bowed his head in respect. The old man pulled himself to his feet and strode forward, taking your brother's hand in a firm handshake before pulling him into a strong embrace.

"Yes I did, I hope that Miami was well?" Your brother nodded in response.

"Uncle Howard and Aunt Maria are still trying to recover from the betrayal from Anthony and the Potts have become more dominant in the hotel market but we are still the leaders in the casinos and clubs." Lance reported. Your father nodded.

"That stupid boy, I always knew he would betray us." He said in a mixture of sadness and disgust. He turned to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Lance, Y/n, I have some grave news. I have been told that the Barnes family are planning to attack one of our warehouses on the East River docks. They also gonna attack one of our clubs. I need you both to be there when they do to lead our men to catch those eejits and get every last piece of information out of them. Lance, you'll be goin' ta the docks and Y/n ya be goin' ta the club. Okay?" His voice slipped into its native twang as the order was concluded.