Avengers Imagines

Speakeasy - Avengers, Part 2

A/N: i wrote this in class as well so y'all are to blame for my lack of focus

i swear, every notebook i have for each class is filled with stories for this book

ALSO THIS GIF ???? W O W i love him

not sure if the gif really screams "mob bucky barnes" but i like it anyways

Description: here is part two to mob boss tony and mob boss steve :)

Warnings/tags: language, mobs, reference to violence, winteriron, side ships, BAMF natasha romanoff (natalia romanova here tho), BAMF clint barton, bucky barnes feels

Word count: 3196

THIS IS UNEDITED BECAUSE I WANTED TO POST FOR YOU GUYS SO I APOLOGIZE FOR ERRORS

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*Bucky's POV*

Bucky ran— even now, a year later, he can recall it with horrifying clarity— he ran. The Winter Soldier, one of the most effective hitmen in the world, ran the second that bullet was fired. The moment Tony Stark— his Tony as his guilty conscious won't let him forget and a sick, sadistic part of him likes the wave of pain the thought brings anyways— hit the ground, Steve was pulling Bucky from the entrancing speakeasy turned crime scene.

To this day, Bucky still doesn't know who fired that fatal bullet. He only knows it wasn't him. The instant the fiery red gauntlet encompassed Tony's hand, Bucky resigned himself to his fate. After all, any other organization would have had him executed on the spot for his betrayal, but isn't that why he went to Tony with the Captain in the first place? Because he knew that after the many nights they spent mapping where their body's ended and the other's started that Tony wouldn't hurt him, maybe even loved him.

Now, the thought just makes Bucky sick.

He hadn't even known why he was still alive until Natalia paid him a visit a few days after the incident.

"It's a nice place you have here," Natalia mused when Bucky found her overlooking Brooklyn from the view in his office, red hair a vibrant contrast against the pale morning light.

She looked lethal in a casual emerald dress that made the sharp look in her eyes stand out. She was breathtaking and dangerous and for the first time since Bucky had known her, he was afraid.

"It is."

"You should talk to the Captain about finding better security." She was facing him then, porcelain skin a blank mask on her face.

"No amount of security could keep you out," Bucky deadpanned, awaiting whatever punishment Natalia had come to give him. "Why are you here?"

"In a rush to kick me out, James?" She mused, lips pulled tight in an imitation of a smile. "Very well then. I came to deliver a mission report regarding one Anthony Edward Stark."

And how she stayed so carefully calm Bucky will never understand because in that moment he lost the ability to breathe. All at once, the image of Tony, white undershirt blooming red and whiskey eyes falling closed, consumed his every thought making Bucky physically stumble and grasp blindly at the wall.

"I don't- please," Bucky pleaded without even really knowing what for.

"DOA, single bullet wound through the ribs," Natalia continued coolly, detached as though the man wasn't her boss, wasn't her friend. "The victim fired a single shot at presumed HYDRA operative Brock Rumlow— perpetrator was also found dead on arrival."