Saints (Bucky X Reader One shot!)

Killer Hips and Toxic Lips

This one shot was heavy inspired by the song 'would you mind.'
Also, this one shot is a bit all over the plot, not much plot but a lotta sex so :'^)
~~~~

Come.

Let's get lost in each other

Deeply.

Drown altogether

Until our hearts

slowly beat

As one.

~~~~

There is always something missing in a persons life. Most of the time we won't find out what that missing piece till it's too late or we never find it. That's just how life is. Cruel and unforgiving.

He doesn't know what he's missing, but something deep, deep within him tells him that a piece of him is. And it wasn't his arm. No. It's more than that. Something was clouding over him. And it was killing him not knowing what it was.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barns. Or, better known as the Winter Soldier. His name to forever go down in history- along with Captain America but nowhere near the limelight as America's golden boy. No. His name will come nowhere  near as close, even if he is trying to fix the damage. And there was a lot. Mainly though, it was taking out any and all remaining HYDRA agents. It didn't just end there though, they took out anyone who would have known them- family more specifically. "It's up any lose ends before they come back guns blazing." Fury says. Which, in itself sounded harsh, but in the long run it was what was best.

For everyone.

Bucky idly listening to Steve who was talking from the intercom from his ear piece, half listen and half not while stuffing a knife down the side of his black combat boot.

"You got that Bucky?"

Loading a magazine into his Glock 17 he pushed it into its safety lock before hiding it under his shirt, his metal arm reaching up to his ear while speaking. "Yeah Steve, copy." He didn't really, he got just about the bare basics. Young woman, early twenty's working down at a little club named Saints and goes by the name Angel.

Surely that couldn't be her giving name, right?

Tying the laces of his boots Bucky leaves the dingy motel,  letting Steve know he's on the move once he reaches outside. It takes him all but fifteen minutes to each Saints. The glowing lights purple-pink lights flutter on and off. Leaving the remaining lights to spell out sins instead. He looks around, watching hoodlums speak lowly in between the buildings alleyways. Gullinor ave easily being one of the most dangerous places in New York City. Drugs, thefts, murders, robberies- anything you can think of has happened at some point in his shitty area. The police don't  even bothering to intervene anymore as they saw no point.
Huffing under his breathe Bucky strolled his way inside  the club, being sure to keep an eye out for a 5'1 woman in her mid twenty's.

Yeah, that'll be easy.

Soon as Bucky stepped foot inside the establishment music pounded in from every wall, vibrating the floor and the hammering of his heart. Cigarette smoke filled the air mixed in perfume and sweat and a hint of lemon coming form somewhere else he didn't know. Saints wasn't just a 'club', it was a strip joint- on paper at least- it was also a pretty big whorehouse, though that's only from word on the street.