Black Serpent

Black Serpent

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes was the most notorious mobster of New York City. He was rich. He was powerful. He was feared. But something – or rather someone – made him realize his life meant so little to him. 

Word Count: 10,010 - One Shot

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of sex trafficking 

Bucky stared down at the fingernail on his right thumb. Despite just getting out of the shower, he recognized the red tint to the dirt underneath it. But it wasn’t dirt. It was dried blood. Blood that was not his. Not even a scolding hot shower could rinse away his sins.

He finally dug it out somehow and pushed the act to the back of his mind.

When he walked back into his bedroom, with only a towel around his waist, he was relieved to see his bed empty.

But then he heard the movement around his kitchen.

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OH SHIT

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Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader comes to terms with her circumstance.

Note: Alright, so I close then open so me getting another chapter up at the same time tomorrow (if at all) is unlikely. But I’ll do my best to have one ready for Saturday. Yeah. We’re almost done with this retail BS but not yet. Anyways, here ya go. (I still don’t know about the cummies or how many chapters we’re looking at, sorry). Hope you like it :)

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

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You were adrift on dark waves; swaying in the current. Helpless and weak. Your head pounded and your chest felt heavy. Slowly you opened your eyes, your lashes fluttered as the swaying continued.

Your vision cleared as you realized you were being carried. You lifted your head and looked up at the dark beard and the blue eyes set above it. Lord Barnes’ grasp was strong and didn’t falter under the weight of your body or even your layered skirts.

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The Gunslinger Chronicles (5)

Warnings: 18+ Only! Extreme Violence, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Alcohol Abuse, Smut - M/F, Smut F/F, Bisexual Reader, NSFW.

Pairings: Loki X Reader, Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader, Natasha X Reader

Summary:

“There was a rule in Shield. Never send in The Gunslinger unless the situations already gone south. She’s a ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of agent. Or she was.” Natasha elaborated.  

“What is she now?” Steve asked.  

“A fucking corpse is what she’s supposed to be. We thought she went down with The Triskelion, found her body and everything. Even fooled me and Nat.” Clint sighed.  

Steve tilted his head at Natasha questioningly and she shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a flicker of darkness in her eyes that betrayed her nonchalant attitude.  

“Ok, so why the Gunslinger? Not that it isn’t a cool name, but why?” Sam asked.  

“Because every mission she did was like the Wild West. She wasn’t refined or precise, but she was damn good at fucking shit up. Give that woman a gun and a day, she’d create enough anarchy to bring down a small country.” Clint snorted.  

“And she’s a crack-shot. She is to a gun what Clint is to a bow and arrow.” Natasha added.

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A/N - If you like this chapter at all, you can thank @buckyreaderrecs​. Without her it wouldn’t exist. Your help was invaluable on this chapter 💕

Part Five - Unfinished Business 

Somewhere between the gym and the kitchen you had managed to lose Clint. Or he had lost you. Either way, it left you alone with Sam, which you weren’t terribly upset about. The man had the figure of…well… a superhero, a grin that made you want to smile back, and the kindest eyes you had ever seen.  

“How are you holding up?” He asked you.

His tone could read as causal or concerned and you had a feeling he’d made it that way on purpose. You could use this as an opportunity to open up to him about any nerves or anxieties you had, or you could brush it off as a platitude. He had left the choice up to you.

“By my bootstraps.” You told him, in an overly-exaggerated southern accent that didn’t actually exist outside of Hollywood.

“Miss Earp, Sergeant Barnes asked me to tell you he’s waiting on the roof for you.” A disembodied voice informed you.

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gotta love badass bae

I know that the team would never let CD!reader anywhere near a press conference or reporter, but just imagine all the wonderfully weird memes that would come from her somehow answering questions at a press conference

I … don’t know where this came from but it went in the opposite direction and on for TOO LONG. OOPS.

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The press conference was supposed to be a breeze– public relations yada-yada to answer some silly questions. Fans want interaction. The Avengers are closer to movie stars these days than saviors. The line blurs often.

Except, the thing goes sideways when some fucko with pit-stains taps on the mic, looks pointedly at Bucky, and then the word war criminal echoes through the room. The rest of the diatribe fades out into a faint warble.

Steve’s hand is barely slammed on the table before the crowd erupts into shouts and chairs are knocked over with people jumping from their seats. Bucky’s up too, and looking like he doesn’t know if he should follow the jet-stream trajectory of your path or keep his distance.

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The Recruit (5/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings: Probably some incorrect fight-speak.

Notes: Yikes, I’m sorry for the wait on this. The holidays thoroughly kicked by ass, but now that they’re over, I should be back to regularly updating! Enjoy. x

Training begins the day the cast comes off your wrist. An exact two weeks later, and Bucky’s pounding on your door at four AM, hair tied back and biceps - both flesh and gleaming black metal - on full display in his compression tank. Coupled with your sleepiness and just how unfairly attractive he is, your brain short-circuits for a minute when you first open the door.

“Up and at ‘em,” he orders, every bit the Sergeant you’d read about.

“Huh?” you reply dumbly, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Time for training, rookie.” The gleam in his eye lets you know he’s teasing, but still his face remains stoic. You glance over your shoulder.

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The Gunslinger Chronicles (7)

Warnings: 18+ Only! Extreme Violence, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Alcohol Abuse, Smut - M/F, Smut F/F, Bisexual Reader, NSFW.

Pairings: Loki X Reader, Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader, Natasha X Reader

Summary:

“There was a rule in Shield. Never send in The Gunslinger unless the situations already gone south. She’s a ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of agent. Or she was.” Natasha elaborated.  

“What is she now?” Steve asked.  

“A fucking corpse is what she’s supposed to be. We thought she went down with The Triskelion, found her body and everything. Even fooled me and Nat.” Clint sighed.  

Steve tilted his head at Natasha questioningly and she shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a flicker of darkness in her eyes that betrayed her nonchalant attitude.  

“Ok, so why the Gunslinger? Not that it isn’t a cool name, but why?” Sam asked.  

“Because every mission she did was like the Wild West. She wasn’t refined or precise, but she was damn good at fucking shit up. Give that woman a gun and a day, she’d create enough anarchy to bring down a small country.” Clint snorted.  

“And she’s a crack-shot. She is to a gun what Clint is to a bow and arrow.” Natasha added.

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Part Seven - Resurrection 

~~~Somewhere in a Top Secret Location~~~

“Sir, we’re under attack!”

Fury didn’t move from his seat, calmly tapping at the computer to bring up the security feed. Apparently someone had crashed an SUV right through his front doors. He shook his head as his supposedly highly trained agents descended on the vehicle, barking threatening orders at it.

“Tell them to stand down. The vehicle is empty.” He said coldly.

Anyone who knew him at all would be able to see how angry he was. Anyone who knew him well would be able to tell he was amused.

“Sir?”

“She’s already half way up here by now.” Fury pointed out.

Right on cue, there was a knock on his office door.

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