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request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?

A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xx💜

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“Dada,”

She could see Bucky’s frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.

Bucky’s been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.

“Not now, angel,” Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.

“Wanna show you somethin’,” she whispered, biting back a smile.

“Later, angel. I’m busy right now.”

He regretted telling her to come in. He should’ve known she’d be nothing but a distraction.

“Dada, jus’ take one look,” she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Bucky’s desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at. Now that made Bucky mad.

“I said I was busy!” Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.

“Dada,” tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.

“Why don’t you ever listen!” Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, “How many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didn’t I?!” He let go of her arm with more force than he’d intended, making her stumble a little.

She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished she’d never left her playroom.

“Get out and don’t step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?” Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.

Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.

Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldn’t see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.

Why did he have to yell? He could’ve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldn’t he just go with it? He’s sworn he’d never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?

Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasn’t how a man should treat his girl.

He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angel’s damaged drawing and make it up to her.

Only it wasn’t a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.

She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.

A sad smile spread across Bucky’s lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that

- Dada will smile

- Dada will not be angry no more

- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)

- Dada will play with me after work

Dada: ……………..

The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the ‘terms’.

There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.

She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasn’t trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.

Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.

Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.

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“Angel,” Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.

She wasn’t in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.

She’s made at least 6 of these ‘contracts’, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.

She’d obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.

Bucky’s hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.

“Angel, where are you, baby?” Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.

She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Bucky’s heart.

“Angel.”

She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.

Bucky’s heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.

She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Bucky’s throat as she opened her eyes again, “angel?”

“Please don’ hurt me. Won’ come to the office. Won’ leave the room.” She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.

This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.

“Angel, I would never hurt you. You know that.” Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.

He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.

She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.

It was too late and it didn’t matter what he said because he’d already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didn’t know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.

Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.

A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.

“I signed your contract, angel.” Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.

Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.

“I’m so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. I’m sorry,” Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.

She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.

She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.

He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.

“I-I’ll see you at lunch then.” Bucky sniffed again.

“And angel?” he called from the door, getting her attention.

“Thank you for caring for daddy. I love you.” Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didn’t say it back.

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When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.

He wasn’t even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didn’t have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.

“Angel?” Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.

He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasn’t there either.

Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.

She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?

Tears distorted Bucky’s vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.

The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought he’d imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.

She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice she was roaming around with bare feet when he’d specifically asked her not to before.

That was the last of Bucky’s concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didn’t leave him even if he deserved it.

“Where were you, angel?” the tenderness of Bucky’s tone let her know he wasn’t mad at her for walking around shoeless.

“Couldn’ fin’ PinePine,” she replied softly, referring to the white feline, “’s lunch time.” Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Bucky’s.

He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.

She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.

“Where did you find, PinePine?” He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.

“Downstairs,” she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.

“Let’s go then. The table’s set.” Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.

She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Bucky’s pointer.

He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didn’t want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.

~

When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an “I’ll get back to work then.” behind her.

He didn’t actually get back to work. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.

How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?

A lamp lit above the mafia boss’ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.

Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.

His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:

- Angel will forgive Daddy

- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more

- Angel will sit on Daddy’s lap (even if she doesn’t wanna be quiet)

- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to

Angel: …………….

Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angel’s forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.

Bucky needed to know she wasn’t actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He wouldn’t be able to ever tolerate himself if she didn’t forgive him.

Bucky’s tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didn’t really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didn’t draw. He didn’t deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.

A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.

“Come in.”

He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.

Bucky looked up from his desk when he didn’t hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.

It was his girl who’d come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.

Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.

He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. He’s never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.

She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didn’t, she rounded the desk and stopped by Bucky’s chair.

Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.

Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Bucky’s thigh. Her gaze was glued to Bucky’s face, gauging his reaction. When Bucky’s frown didn’t show up she let her palm touch Bucky’s leg.

Bucky didn’t understand what she was doing but he wouldn’t dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what he’d done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.

With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Bucky’s chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Bucky’s strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.

Bucky’s heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.

“Angel?” his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.

She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didn’t want her where she was.

Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.

“Dada signed,” she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“Oh, angel,” Bucky’s tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.

He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.

“I’m sorry, my angel. Forgive me,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“Dada,” her smaller hands cupped Bucky’s cheeks as sadness covered her features.

She’s never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his father’s funeral did he sob like that.

She didn’t know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.

She was Bucky’s everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.

Her short thumbs wiped under Bucky’s eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

The smell of her hair calmed Bucky’s heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, “I will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.”

Bucky’s hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, “I know,” she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

She stroked Bucky’s cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.

Oh she was a real angel. No one’s ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.

“I made you a contract too,” Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Bucky’s lap, planting her knees on the chair between Bucky’s open legs and stood on them to take a look.

She took her time reading the words and then she was off Bucky’s lap and bolting out of the room.

The man was about to lose it again, thinking she’d remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.

She climbed back on the chair between Bucky’s thighs, her glitter pen in hand.

Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.

She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.

“Angel signed,” she beamed, plopping herself against Bucky’s chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.

“I love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.” Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.

“I love you too, dada.” She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.

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hey if your still taking requests, do u think u could do something along the lines of how Mafia!Bucky and angel met? and how he came to be her daddy?

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 4,615

Warnings: mentions of the death of a minor character, mentions ddlg and cglg relationships, references to kidnapping (kind of), a little bit of yelling, and a tiny pinch of what might be considered Stockholm syndrome, mentions of mild violence.

A/N: i'm sorry this has taken me such a long time. i didn't mean to keep you waiting, Nonnie love. Your ask was really awesome and I hope I didn't disappoint (I'm really nervous because this is my first time writing angel when she's not little. I'm still excited for you to take a look at her personality though.). I hope you like this and thank you so much for sending a request💜💜💜 Please enjoy xx💜.

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Fallin' For Angel

When Bucky first saw her, he thought the loss of the blood covering his forehead and dripping down his eyes was giving him hallucinations. She looked so angelic he could easily be convinced he'd died for a second.

The first thing he'd noticed about her was the fact that she didn't notice him, nor did she notice how unusually quiet the ER was. All she cared about and was focused on was the old lady who she was with.

Bucky would find out later that the old lady was her Grandma, and that the doctors had secretly let her know she didn't have much time left. So being the kind grandchild that she was, she didn't deny her Grandma anything. If the woman said she felt weird and needed to see Dr. Gwen at the ER immediately she was going to carry her weak body down the stairs on her back before getting back up to get the wheelchair. She would stop a taxi and help her Granny inside and she would travel to India on foot and climb Everest for her.

She was helping the nurse help the old lady back off the bed and back in her wheelchair. And not even then did she glance anywhere else but where the lady was.

For the first time in forever, Bucky felt his heart move at the sight of her kind smile and her soft encouragement. God, she was beautiful.

Her Grandma was all that she had all her life and she wanted to give her everything she could even if that was multiple, void-of-fun hospital visits a week.

Bucky was captivated. He was ready to die for her and he didn't even know her name yet. She had him wrapped around her littlest finger without even noticing him.

And then she did.

“Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!” She apologized softly, a regretful frown appearing on her face as she retracted her grandma's wheelchair from over Bucky's foot.

His shoe was ruined but he didn't care. The man didn't even feel the chair stepping on his foot. He was so wrapped up in her presence to be in pain or notice anything else.

“It's okay,” Bucky managed to get out of his head, staring up at her.

“Are you okay?!” She asked worriedly when she looked up and saw his bloodied face. She had no idea who he was.

“Yeah, just a scratch, angel.” He smiled what he intended for to be a soft smile, but it was kind of scary with the blood all over him and all.

And then people started whispering and nurses murmuring and Bucky knew she heard them mention exactly who he was.

He waited for her kind expression to change, for her smile to disappear, and for a gasp to leave her lips but none of it happened.

She was focused on his eyes, trying not to be rude, pretending like she heard nothing and not regarding the pet name any attention as she smiled back, “get well soon.”

“Will do.”

As Bucky watched her walk out of the hospital that night, he swore he wasn't walking out of her life and neither was she out of his.

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Bucky kept his eye on her. Whenever he wasn't 'working', he was in his least suspicious car outside her grandma's house watching over them.

He learned she was kind but feisty and boy did he fall even more for her for that.

She had the ability to kill others with her sarcasm but she chose not to. She chose kindness. All day every day. She was a smart angel who had a job at a local magazine, handling some column that dealt with girl stuff. She loved her job and her Grandma and she existed in peace.

Bucky didn't really know what that was like but he liked how peace looked on her.

The more he watched her, the more Bucky got attached and the more he felt selfish for wanting her to be with him. His life was far from peaceful. And maybe she was just what he needed. But did she need him?

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The day the doctors' words came true was the first time Bucky ever saw her cry. He wished he could wipe those tears away, kiss her forehead and reassure her that she was not alone. But he couldn't. Not yet.

Bucky kept watching from a distance. He watched her grief and waited for her to take all the time she needed. He watched her start to like life again. He watched her return to her bubbly self and he watched her biting her lip nervously before her laptop screen.

She couldn't be seeing someone, could she?Bucky couldn't have that happen. Not on his watch.

So being as powerful as he was, Bucky had someone hack into her device and what he found confused him way more than it angered him.

When she bit her lip she was debating whether or not she should sign up on a website for ddlg stuff? Her incomplete application info stated that she was a 'little'. She wanted a 'daddy' and it was all platonic. She wrote that she just wanted to give this a try since she's always known she was a little.

Bucky didn't exactly understand and decided to leave this aside until he could research it himself, but other than that, he needed to move. He needed to be fast or else he might lose her before he realizes it.

~

Bucky wanted to pick her up himself, but he had a stupid meeting about an important deal and was swamped. The matter being urgent and all, it couldn't be postponed. It had to happen now, not tomorrow.

So Bucky sent the only man he could trust with information about her existence without having to fear getting mocked or threatened, Sam.

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“Go to your room, angel,” Bucky repeated calmly, flipping through the papers Julio kept laying on his desk.

“No.” She crossed her arms defiantly, “is this because I stepped on your expensive shoe with my grandma's wheelchair like 6 months ago?!”

Bucky bit back a smirk. She remembered him. He hoped Julio didn’t hear his heart speed up.

“We’ll talk later,” Bucky replied shortly.

“No.”

“Go to your room, I said!” His dark eyes snapped up to her as he tried to control his anger.

Bucky didn’t know how to be soft nor patient, he never had to practice either of those things.

“No!” She stomped her foot, “what are you gonna do to me? Kill me? Rape me? Rape me and then kill me?”

“You need to stop watching those serial killer documentaries,” Bucky told her coolly, eyes returning to the papers before him.

“Really? That’s the only way you think I’d get these ideas? Not the fact that you’re a dangerous mafia dude?” she retorted in frustration and Bucky only chuckled.

“And how did you even know I watch those?!”

“I’m a dangerous mafia dude, so,” Bucky shrugged, giving her a provoking smile, “I got my ways.”

It hasn't even been a full day and he's loving having her around. Bucky loved riling her up. He loved hearing her voice even if it meant she was talking back. He loved her stubbornness and strong will. He mostly loved that she wasn't scared and was brave enough to ask for the freedom she knew was hers.

“Let me go,” she sighed.

“Can’t do, angel. You’re mine now,” he repeated the same answer again.

“If you’re gonna hurt me just start already, I don’t have time for this.”

It hurt Bucky that she thought he took her to hurt her, but he didn't let it show. It wasn't exactly the most romantic way to arrange a second meeting. His reputation did affect her judgment after all.

“Why? What’s there for you to do?”

Bucky was never going to hurt her, but he liked her sassiness way too much to stop. He was going to drag this out for as long as his time allowed him.

“I have a serial killer documentary waiting for me at home,” she said but Bucky didn’t laugh at her little joke.

“This is your home now. And no one is gonna hurt you or even touch you, not as long as I live.” He repeated, his face serious and showing he meant every word.

“What about after you die though?” She teased.

“I’m hurt you think you’d wanna live after I leave this world, angel.” Bucky smiled, his eyes soft.

“So you didn’t bring me here to hurt me?” she asked, picking at her nails.

“No, never.” He shook his head in assurance.

“Never?”

“Never.”

“No matter what I do?” Her eyes twinkled.

“What are you planning to do, angel?”

“You know I’m not gonna stop being annoying until you let me go, right?”

“Annoying? I’m not annoyed at all.” Bucky sincerely smiled because he was actually having fun.

“You will be. Will you hurt me then?” she raised her eyebrow challengingly.

“Only if you’re into that typa thing.” He smirked, pushing a strand of hair off her shoulder.

“Wha- no! That’s not what I meant!” She took an immediate step back.

“I know.” Bucky smirked wider and walked away, and though scared, she followed like the lost puppy she was.

“Then I’m disappointed. I didn’t know mafia men didn’t stay true to their words,” she sighed dramatically, making him stop in place.

“Oh you goin’ right for the insults, angel?” he tilted his head, amused by her courage.

“I’m not insulting you, I’m just stating facts. You said no one was allowed to hurt me or even touch me.” She tried to keep a straight face.

“I did.” Bucky nodded, continuing to walk.

“Well, one of your men, those who brought me here, didn’t abide by that rule.” She crossed her arms and tried to look as serious as possible.

“Which one?” She saw the tips of his fingers digging into the neat papers he was holding, crumbling them.

“Uh, h-he had a buzz cut,” she stammered, slightly scared for the man and feeling sorry for the anger he’d probably have to face because of her.

“Buck, we gotta leave in fifteen,” Sam announced, approaching his metal-armed friend.

“It was him!” She pointed at the tall man.

“Sam?”

“It was me what?!”

“Yes! Sam! He held me tight by the arm and shoved me in the car reeeeal hard. I think a bruise is forming already,” she told Bucky, taking a fake concerned look on her left bicep for the sake of exaggeration.

“No, I didn’t!” Sam denied.

“Yes, you did and I think you kicked me too. Just to make sure I got inside,” she lied.

“Bucky, I didn’t touch her.” Sam shook his head, facing his best friend.

“I know, man.” Bucky patted Sam’s shoulder, and her jaw dropped.

“What?! You’re really gonna pick him over me?”

“Angel,”

“Okay then, if that’s how things are around here, then I’ll let myself out. Thank you, goodbye.” She started speed walking towards the large door of the mansion, ready to run to Mexico.

“Stop. Right. There.” His tone made her freeze in her spot and swallow hard.

“Go to your room, I’m not gonna say it again,” Bucky snarled, starting to get impatient.

“Let me go or else, mafia man,” she threw an empty threat, walking back to the large males.

“Or else what, angel?” Bucky smirked, loving that she had the guts to threaten him. The whole thing was very cute to him.

“Or else I’m gonna kill everyone,” she threatened further, hand hurling and grabbing on the gun on Sam’s side, but not having any luck pulling the weapon out of the holster.

“Uhh.” She struggled, pulling a couple more times, Sam watching her, biting his lip to stifle his laughs.

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, observing her in delight with a perfect smirk etched on his handsome face.

“Okay, it’s not even worth it.” She removed her hands from Sam’s weapon, “where the fuck is my room?” she huffed, making Bucky laugh.

“Upstairs, your name’s on the door,” Bucky instructed, stifling a chuckle.

“And watch your language!” Sam warned.

“Really, dude?” She threw her arms in the air at the absurdity of her situation. A mafia man was telling her to watch her mouth while she was kidnapped in his friend’s mansion, who also was a mafia man.

With stomping feet, she made her way to the stairs; ready to get as away from them as possible, for now at least.

“You know I’m still gonna try to leave this place, right?” Her voice echoed through the vast mansion.

“Oh, that would be entertaining to watch, angel,” Bucky yelled after her and smiled before nodding to Sam to signal he was ready to go.

“Did Steve bite you by the way?”

~

“What is going on here?” she practically yelled at the man the second she walked inside the large office room.

A guard had prevented her from leaving to get her morning coffee and she was pissed.

‘You can ask for whatever you want from the kitchen, miss,’ they said.

His blue eyes were piercing as they drank in every inch of her. A smug smirk was itched on his pink lips, stretching on his sharp jawline when he saw her irritation. Bucky was in a black suit and he looked like he had his name written under the definition of danger in the dictionary, but she didn't seem to care.

“Calm down,” Bucky advised.

“Listen, I don’t care how dangerous or handsome you are. You let me go and you let me go right now.” The words left her mouth before she could stop them and she blushed at the fact that she called a man who’d kidnapped her handsome when it hasn’t even been 24 hours.

“And what if I don’t?” Bucky raised an eyebrow and smiled at the fact that she thought he was handsome.

“Why am I even here in the first place?!” She shook her head in confusion.

“I already told you, but good question, angel. You’re here because you’re mine now,” Bucky calmly informed her again, taking in her shock at his confidence and reveling in it.

She can ask that question as many times as she wanted, Bucky’s answer wasn’t going to change and it made him feel really good to call her his too.

“How is that even an answer?!” She screeched, frustrated.

She was way more infuriated that morning than she’d been the night before. Probably because she didn’t have her coffee.

“I thought it was a pretty good answer.” Bucky shrugged provocatively.

“Fuck what you think. Let me fucking go!”

“Do I need to bring Sam in here so he could teach you a lil something about manners, angel?” Bucky teased, knowing fully well that he wouldn’t ever do that.

“So much for promising you’ll never let anyone else touch me!”

“Right, maybe I should do it myself then.” He walked closer to where she stood, making her heartbeat quicken.

“Stay away from me,” she muttered, sweat already breaking on her back.

“Not so loud now, are you?” Bucky stood in front of her, gaze burning down at her face.

“I just- what do you want from me, man?” she sighed, rubbing a hand over her face in exhaustion.

“I want you. All of you,” he whispered, letting the back of his flesh hand caress her cheek so softly like she might break into flakes any minute.

“What if I say you can’t have me?” She turned her face away from Bucky’s touch.

“I’d let you think whatever you want because I know that eventually, one way or another, you will let me have you, angel.”

~

It’s been a while and she’s unwillingly gotten used to being in Bucky’s house by then. He let her work from home so her job wasn’t affected and he gave her all that she needed.

She didn’t lack anything in Bucky’s mansion, except the free will to leave it whenever she pleased of course.

“You’re going out again?”

“Yes, angel. Do you need anything?”

Bucky loved bringing stuff with him for her on his way back home. The sense of domesticity it gave him warmed his heart like nothing else did before. He wanted to bring her the whole world and dump it at her feet.

She never really asked for anything though, finding it hard to ask others for stuff and finding it even harder to get along with Bucky, but he always made sure to bring her something anyway.

“I need to get out,” she said.

“Angel, we’ve talked about this,” Bucky replied softly, more used to being patient now.

“Take me with you. I won’t try to leave,” she told him, her voice tiredly sincere and Bucky could see how negatively being locked inside has affected her.

“Okay, fine. Go get your jacket.” Bucky relented with a smile.

“Really? Thank you! You’re the best mafia man ever,” she shouted before running up the large stairs, “I’m still gonna annoy you a whole lottt.”

You never annoy me, angel, Bucky thought to himself, smiling dreamily.

He didn’t exactly adore the way she still called him mafia man, but he kind of liked it now that it was coming from her. She could call him anything and Bucky would be over the moon with it.

~

“Angel, we're going to get on the elevator, you know you don't need to hold my hand, right?” Bucky huffed, though deep inside he didn’t mind it at all that she was holding his hand. In fact, he never wanted her to let go.

He knew she was only doing it to get on his nerves, but he liked it nonetheless. He liked the closeness and the clinginess, and he liked that she thought she was annoying him practicing any of them.

“Of course I do, I have a fear of elevators! Hello?!” she argued, shaking her head at the mafia boss.

“No, you don't!” Bucky knew her like the back of his hand.

“Do too!” She insisted.

“Do not!” He went with it, biting back a smile at how childish she was acting.

“Do too!”

“Do not!”

“That's right I don't, but we're here already and I held your hand alllll the way up and now your palm’s all sweaty and you can't do anything about it,” She rambled on as the elevator came to a stop, giving Bucky a victorious smile. Aww, she was cute.

Bucky wiped the inside of his hand on his pocket square before folding it and putting it back in place.

“Except that,” she mumbled, her shoulders falling in disappointment at how fast her victory has ended, making him chuckle.

“We’re here. Behave yourself, angel.”

“Can’t promise you anything.” She sang, waltzing her way inside the big clothing store.

~

“I don’t appreciate the way you hurt my man, angel,” Bucky growled, his jaw twitching.

She was misbehaving again. As much as Bucky loved the fact that she was tough and nearly fearless, he didn't love it when she acted up.

“Oh, come on! He’s fine! It wasn’t even that bad!”

“You hit him with a drawer!” Bucky yelled.

“Well, what did you expect?! I had no access to the kitchen so no knives and Sam’s gun is fucking glued to his body!” she yelled back, stomping her feet though her eyes were getting teary.

She was so cute but so annoying.

Bucky was so angry he could punch a tree out of place, yet still wanted to grab her face and kiss every inch of it over and over again.

“Why do you keep doing this?!” Bucky didn't understand. He thought she was finally over wanting to leave him. He thought she got used to his company and maybe even liked it. Was it his ego flattering him? Did she not like being here even after all these months? Even after all the places they've gone and all the memories they've made together? Has Bucky failed?

“I don't wanna be with you.” Her words slammed into Bucky's chest, his jaw clenched more as he held his emotions in the way he always did.

He silently grabbed his jacket and left the office, slamming the door behind him.

That was it. When he came back, he was going to let her go. He'd tried and failed and she deserved to be happy even if that meant being away from him forever. Bucky knew he would never end up with someone as good as her anyway; maybe he shouldn't have let himself get that attached. He knew he didn't deserve someone so pure but he still let himself hope and that was his own fault. He should've known better than to think an angel could someday fall for the devil himself.

She pushed the curtain aside and watched from the office window as Bucky and his parade left and huffed, tears leaving her eyes. Why did she tell him she didn't want to be with him? Was it really easier to lie to him than to let him in? Why couldn't she just say what she actually wanted to say?

She walked to Bucky's desk, throwing herself down on his comfy chair, her fingers twirling a pen in the pencil cup around before accidentally knocking it over. She quickly gathered the pens, putting them back in place, her hand touching the computer mouse as she picked them up.

The dark screen of Bucky's PC was illuminated and her eyes skimmed over the links opened on his browser before she could stop them. The gasp that left her was loud.

Bucky was researching cglg relationships. He had looked up stuff like 'how to properly ask a little to be their daddy?'

'how to be a good caregiver for your little?'

'how to take care of your girl while in little space?'

'things to do for your little as her daddy' and so much more.

All of this translated to one thing in her head; Bucky knew. He knew and he didn't think she was weird. He knew and he wanted to be there for her. He knew and he wanted to be a part of it. He knew and he still so desperately wanted to be with her. He knew and he loved her. All of her.

Only then did she realize she had nothing to fear. She could now tell Bucky she didn't want to leave. She could tell him she wanted to be with him too.

She ran to her room, trying to choose something nice to wear before sitting down to do her hair. This was going to be a special night. As she curled strand after strand of hair, she started thinking about the man who'd occupied the most part of both her dreams and heart. She remembered every time Bucky had the chance to force himself on her but didn't. She thought of the way he always respected her, gave her space, and protected her even and especially from himself. She realized now that every single moment of real physical contact that has ever taken place between them was initiated by her. Bucky has never done anything that he knew she wouldn't be comfortable with. And though she said the word a handful of times to him, Bucky never said no to her.

She sighed, unplugging the curling iron and smiling to herself in the mirror in encouragement. Now she waits.

~

Hours have passed and the book in her hand was finished. She looked at the clock on the wall to find it was almost 1 am.

She knew Bucky sometimes took long to come back home but she still found herself worrying more with every passing second.

It didn't take long though because a minute later, she heard the familiar sounds of the cars pulling over before the mansion.

She left her room, walking to Bucky's office, knowing he stops there before going to his bedroom.

“Hi,” she said when he stepped inside the office.

“You can go, angel,” Bucky forced the words out, whispering a 'you wouldn’t be the first one' to himself.

She could see how tired and sad Bucky was on his face and she wanted to make it all better again.

“What are you doing here? Are you okay? Why are you still up?!” Bucky flooded her with questions, worry joining exhaustion and sadness on his face.

“Waiting for you, yes, and again waiting for you,” she tried to smile but Bucky clearly wasn't in the mood.

She was going to leave him so he better try to forget her smile, not get more attached to the heavenly sight of it. She was probably waiting for him to come back so they could finalize everything so she could leave for good.

“What?” Her heart dropped and tears collected in her eyes again.

“Leave. Go pack and leave in the morning; you’re free to go.”

“What if... I don’t wanna go?” A meek whisper left her as she cast her eyes down.

“What?” Bucky's head snapped up at her words, his blue eyes bulging out as they searched her for reassurance, not wanting to find out he had imagined it all.

“I think you’ve grown on me, mafia man.” She shrugged, giving a shy smile before biting her lip.

“Angel, if you're playing right now I think I might die,” Bucky said, his eyes sad in fear that she was just teasing him as usual.

“Don’t you dare die,” she whispered, her heart clenching only at the thought as her hand reached to cup Bucky's cheek, thumb bravely feeling his beard for the first time ever.

“Afraid of other people touching you after I die?” Bucky teased with a smile, longingly kissing the inside of her palm.

“Bold of you to assume I’d wanna live in a world you no longer exist in.”

She reassured him he’d already given her both when he gave her her own physical and emotional spaces. She said she wanted to give this a try; she wanted to trust Bucky. She didn’t care what he did. She didn’t want to know. All she knew was that Bucky loved her, and that she was wholly and completely falling for him as well.

~

Not much time has passed before they were officially together. Bucky asked her nearly a thousand times if she wanted to think about this. He told her that he knew that how he did this wasn’t right and that if she wanted time or space she could have them.

Bucky let her teach him all that there was to learn about her little self; what she liked and what she didn’t, how she liked to be treated and when, and Bucky was here for it all.

At first, he was doing this for her, because he wanted her to have whatever she needed and if that included a caregiving partner then so be it. But with time, Bucky found himself enjoying the dynamic more than he thought he ever would. He loved protecting her, he loved feeling trusted and relied on by her. He loved taking care of her and spoiling her. Bucky loved loving her.

Her pure, little self was Bucky’s shelter from the inescapable, ugly world he was born into. Her innocence, sweetness and softness have awakened parts of him he thought were long dead and buried.

Bucky was truly, madly, deeply in love and his life has never been better.

~

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