Spitfire ~ Mafia!Stucky x Reader Part 5
Title: Spitfire Part 5
Pairings: Mafia!Stucky x reader, Bestfriend! Peter Parker x reader
Description: You have caught the eye of mob bosses Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers when you give them a piece of your mind after they try recruiting your best friend Peter Parker. You should have just kept your mouth shut.
Warnings: Obsessed Stucky, sexual references, past abuse, childhood abuse, abandonment, negative time in foster care, Daddy kink, dirty talk, violence, mafia talk, reader getting physically attacked, blood.
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Both men sat silently on the soft material of their luxurious bed. Steve, who was sat underneath the covers, bare chest glistening with droplets of water from his previous shower, was rubbing his thick beard with the rough pad of his fingertips. Bucky, seated on the edge, one leg curled up and the other planted firmly on the floor, clad only in his grey sweatpants, was staring blankly at the file spread open on their silk sheets. They had dared to delve into the thickness of your file and upon turning the page that offered only basic information, they stumbled across the horror that had been your childhood. Multiple pictures tumbled out, they were greeted with hospital and police photos of yourself staring miserably into a camera, your entire face almost black and blue. Your eyes were not fiery and alive like they are now, they are dull and glazed. You are very young in the photos (the police report tells them you are seven here), and yet you look older, like you have already seen so much more than a child should. They had read the report. Your father was an alcoholic, and he had taken his short-temper out on yourself and your mother. When you were eight, your mother took you to the park for your birthday, according to your statement, she sang you happy birthday and got you to close your eyes to make a wish, when you opened them - she was gone. You were found wandering the park at night by a friendly stranger and thus began the multiple trips in and out of the foster care system. You had been adopted twice but returned both times on account of not being ''happy'' enough. Finally, you were kicked out of the system at eighteen but through a struggling charity organization had managed to secure yourself a crappy apartment and place in University so long as you got a part-time job and paid for your bills. Neither Bucky nor Steve had heard of the organization and so they had got Nat to check it out, who came back with details and they discovered it really was a poorly run, fading charity that struggled to keep itself going. As a child, you had been in and out of therapy, Nat of course managed to blackmail the therapists into handing their notes over, all of which said very hopeless, negative things like how you were a lost cause, miserable, mute... it was the complete opposite of who you are now and that made them proud. You seemed to have pulled yourself out of the ashes and it only made them want you more.
''She thought this would push us away...''Bucky muttered as he combed through the pile of trauma.
''I don't know about you Buck, but I want her more than ever. And not just sexually. This shows what kind of a person she is. To go through all this, and yet to be so determined and so strong with life. Hell, look how she stood up to us when we were trying to recruit Parker.'' Steve informed. Bucky nodded, carefully scooping the file together, pushing it into their bottom drawer of the bedside table, and then climbing beside his husband into bed. Tiredly, Bucky turned onto his side, pushing his face into the crook of Steve's neck and nuzzling the slope of his neck with his nose.
''You're right. No more fucking about. We make her ours.'' Bucky whispered as he reached back to turn the lights off.
***
You were on your way out of your apartment to head to school when you were greeted by a man about to knock on your door. You blinked blankly at him as you surveyed his uniform. He was a delivery man and was holding a large crate of water bottles in his arms.
''I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong address.'' you stated as you went to step out and close your door, wanting to go around him, but he stopped you.
''Miss (Y/n) (L/n)?'' he checked. You blinked dumbly again, silently nodding and the man just passed you. You turned around, watching as he placed the crate of water bottles down on your living room floor, squeaking in surprise when suddenly another delivery man passed you, also holding a crate of water bottles.
''what?'' you started but a third man came in, holding four cardboard boxes filled with protein bars. He placed them down next to the water bottles and soon the three men were going back and forth, filling up your apartment with boxes. You stared dumbly, checking your watch. Luckily, you were heading in on your day off, wanting to go over your dance anyway, but you were meeting with Peter for coffee at 1:00pm. ''Who ordered this?'' you finally called out incredulously. ''I didn't order-'' you stopped as you were handed an envelope. It had your name scrawled on the back and the delivery men just left before you could ask more. Hurriedly, you tore open the envelope, find a piece of paper inside.
Hope you're doing good today, little Angel. Just a few things from Stevie and I to keep our girl going. Protein bars should be good for your dancing, I use them for my workouts! Don't throw anything away, we'll know and we'll just send you more things :)
P.S: We'll pick you up tonight for our date. Dress fancy.
Love, your Bucky and Stevie x
Your hands dropped to your sides, narrowed eyes searching the boxes. Groaning, you kicked your door shut and began to open up the boxes as quickly as you could. Just wanting to get a brief look as you didn't have time to unpack.
You saw:
2 crates of water bottles (it looked to be fifty bottles in each crate)
4 boxes of protein bars
A box filled with fresh bread, butter, sauces, meats, fruit, salad items, cheeses, and some very fancy chocolates.
A box filled with new (and no doubt expensive) cutlery and dishes. (Steve must have seen the lone mug, spoon, and bowl you owned).
A box filled with two thick, knitted throw blankets, as well as some cushions, and new bed covers.
A box filled with candles, body butters, lotions, bath bombs, bath salts... and a lot more beauty products that made you almost have a heart attack when you saw the logo, knowing full well that this would have cost thousands.
Scrambling through the boxes, you found endless fluffy towels, slippers, fluffy socks, scarves, hats, gloves, and then at the very bottom your fingers hit something hard. You frowned, brows furrowing as you dug your arm through the stupid amount of fluffy cushions and pulled the hard material to the surface. You scoffed, almost wanting to laugh as you held a picture frame of Bucky and Steve. The picture looked like a personal picture, a selfie they had taken together that was in black and white (see above image) and you felt that jolt of panic flood your system as you looked around, realizing how intimate and serious this all was. You put the frame down on the cushions and decided to just head out. As you did so, your phone pinged.
Unknown number: Hope you enjoyed our gifts, baby girl. Looking forward to our date tonight ~ Stevie.
You: I'm not keeping them.
You added the contact, knowing they'd find a way to get to you if you ignored the texts.
Blond douchebag: If you get rid of them, Sweetheart, we'll just send some more again. And again... and again...
You: I don't do gifts. Don't send anymore.
Blond douchebag: Can't promise anything ;)
You shook your head, pushing your phone into your pocket and heading to school.
***
''So... you're all dating now?''
''What the hell, boy.'' you narrowed your eyes at Peter who sat in front of you. ''Since when the hell did them stalking me, forcing gifts on me, and sneakily giving me a job, make it that we're dating!''
''It just sounds like it.'' Peter shrugged innocently. ''You did say you were going on a date.''
''Yeah, to get them off your back.'' you said as you pointed at him with your fork. Peter frowned and you cursed silently for making him think this was his fault. ''I'm sorry Pe-''
''No, you're right. This is all because of me.'' he whispered. You reached out and put a warm hand over his, squeezing softly as you smiled.
''No, this is me and my big mouth. How was I suppose to know they get turned on by loud mouths.'' you snorted and Peter couldn't help but join. ''Look, don't even worry about it okay. They said that they would take me on one date, and if I didn't like them any better, they promised they'd quit stalking me. I believe them. '' you admitted. Peter looked doubtful but he trusted you. ''I'm gonna go pee.'' you announced.
''Thank you, I can die happy now I know.'' Peter teased. You stuck your tongue out at him, heading over towards the bathroom. Once inside, you did your business and then began washing your hands. Just as you were blow drying your hands, you felt your phone buzz again. Pulling it out your back pocket when your hands were dry, you saw it was an unknown number. ''ah, this should be dipshit number two.'' you whispered to yourself as you opened the text.
Unknown Number: How's my girl doing? ~ Bucky x
You once again added the contact.
You: Peter say's he's doing fine.
Brunet Douchebag: Ha.
Brunet Douchebag: Wait.
Brunet Douchebag: You hanging around with that punk again?
You: He's my best friend... so yeah.
Brunet Douchebag: Ditch him.
Brunet Douchebag: Come sit on my knee while I work.
You: Am I a puppet? Are you a ventriloquist? No.
Brunet: Maybe not but I'd gladly put my fingers inside you and have that pretty mouth of yours falling wide open.
You: You're disgusting. That wasn't even sexy. Just gross.
Brunet Douchebag: Hmm. Have a feeling you'll be changing your mind real soon, little Angel.
You: *Sends gif*
As you walked back into the café, you found Peter mindlessly scrolling through his phone. You sat down in front of him again.
''So when's this date of yours?'' Peter asked, setting his phone down. You saw the slight crease of worry mark his brows.
''Dunno. They just said they'd pick me up. Told me to wear something fancy but I don't even own anything fancy. And anyway, they'll have to take me how I come. And that's wrapped like a basic hoe. If it's a fancy restaurant they're taking me too, they'll have to deal with everyone staring at me wearing shitty clothes. It should put them off even more.'' the last part was doubtful. You weren't sure anything would put them off apart from your past. You wondered whether they had even read your file yet - they must not have because they were still chasing after you. ''I'll prove to them that I don't fit their lifestyle.''
''Something tells me they're not gonna care.'' Peter muttered.
''C'mon. You got a paper to write up anyway.'' you squeezed his hand again as you both got up. As you walked outside, you stopped to hug him. He patted your back affectionately.
''Text me if you need me. Please.'' he added the last part with a firm squeeze to your upper arms. You nodded, saying your goodbyes and began walking home.
***
You were stressing. You were pacing back and forth, clad in your skinny jeans and hoodie, your oversized denim jacket on top. You looked good, you were an attractive woman and so you didn't need to go out of your way to look good, but you couldn't help but feel anxious about going somewhere fancy. It was not because you were worried about judgement on your end. Nope - you didn't care what people thought about you anymore. Especially not some posh assholes. You were however, overall anxious about being somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere completely out of your depth. Before you could panic anymore about it, the door was knocked on. You froze, before pushing yourself to appear as unfazed as possible, and opened the door. Bucky was standing with a bouquet of lush roses, dressed in yet another expensive suit. His eyes rolled over you, taking in your casual attire before he lifted his eyes and met yours with a grin.
''What? Problem?'' you tested, crossing your arms over your chest.
''Not at all. I like that you're being yourself. Most people are fake and will try to be who others want them to be.''
''Goddamn it Barnes, why can't I do anything to piss you guys off.'' you grumbled before taking the flowers he held out and stomping into the kitchen. You looked around but realized you didn't own a vase. Bucky came in, clicking the door shut behind him. You watched him look at the unpacked boxes.
''You know, pretty girl, you can't throw it away so you may as well make use out of it all and unpack it.'' he called out. He watched you struggle to find something to use and then suddenly he was at your side, holding a vase.
''What the hell?'' you whispered as you looked at him as if he was a magician.
''It was in one of the unpacked boxes. You'll be getting a lot of flowers, we knew you'd need one.'' he shrugged. He filled it up for you, placing the flowers inside and fiddling with them until they looked neat and then he turned to you with that award-winning smile and grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers. You tried to slip yours out but he tightened his hold a fraction and shook his head.
''Here's the deal, princess.'' he began, shifting into business mode. ''Stevie and I promise we'll leave you be if you still hate us after this date, but you have to actually compromise and treat this like a date. Talk to us normally, let us hold your hand. We'll make room for the occasional bratty comment as we like watching you get all spitfire on us, but if you give us the cold shoulder all night, we won't accept that this has been a date. Then the deal is off the table.'' he explained carefully, watching you the entire time.
''You guys don't play fair.'' you grumbled like a child, ignoring the way his eyes lit up at your pout, his smirk spreading.
''Life's not fair, little Angel.'' he chuckled, petting your cheek. Bucky led you out your apartment, down towards the car and opened the door for you. You slid in, being met by Steve who also smirked when he saw your attire. ''She's being stubborn again, but she knows the rules now.'' Bucky informed.
''S'alright. Just makes it more interesting when we finally get to see you dressed up.'' Steve whispered, his thumb and fingers catching your chin to pull your face towards him and get a good look at you. You wanted to pull your chin out of his hands but you remembered Bucky's rule.
When the three of you pulled up, it was Steve who opened the door for you and entwined your hands, immediately looking stern and serious as he entered the public eye. You saw Bucky, ahead of you both, also looking like his serious mobster self that you were never greeted with. Steve's thumb rubbed yours, the soothing gesture trying to tell you his softness was hidden under the surface, but always there for you. Their driver gave the keys to a valet, whilst Bucky talked to the host. Instantly, the three of you were personally shown in. You looked up at the luxurious restaurant, your jaw hanging slack. Glam dresses, suits, and pearls where at every angle. Not only was every eye on you because New York's most notorious mafia bosses had just walked in, but also because for the first time they were seen out in public with a woman, and one that was dressed in their eyes as a slob. Bucky walked behind the host, Steve's hand moving to hold the small of your back as you were directed towards the best table in there. Bucky pulled out your chair, shuffling it in for you as you sat. You were taken off guard when both men moved their chairs to be seated either side of you, rather than the previous positions they had been in - which was directly opposite. Steve talked in a firm tone to the waiter, ordering champagne. Bucky was instantly taking advantage of tonight's rule by putting his sturdy, metal hand on your knee and looking at you.
''Tell us about your day, Princess.'' Bucky tried to ease you into it, seeing how awkward and stiff you had become. The two had a feeling you had never dated before (they hoped) or never been on such an extravagant date. You sighed, wanting to be cold and reserved but you didn't want to have to go through all of this again.
''Just danced really. Then-'' you hesitated, not wanting to piss them off but you knew Bucky already knew. ''Then had coffee with Peter.'' you answered with a blunt shrug. Neither seemed effected.
''Yeah, what kind of dance do you do?'' Steve asked. His elbows were balanced on the table, entwined hands under his chin as he looked at you patiently, genuinely seeming interested. You glanced over at Bucky, who offered you a little smile, hand squeezing your knee, also looking interested. It made your breath hitch, your nerves twisting tight at the affection.
''Well, I've done all types really. I used to do ballet a lot when I was younger, but I kinda stopped.''
''Why's that?'' Bucky asked.
''It's a very strict, tedious kind of dance. Not only did it really damage my knees and my feet, but you have to get everything perfect. It feels like you need to be a robot to do it. It's beautiful but I prefer when you have more wiggle room to make mistakes. I mostly do street dance and I like that you can be all over the place and style it out, it's not as restrained or strict as ballet.'' You answered passionately and both men smiled at seeing you so animated.
''So what made you decide to do dance as a degree?'' Steve asked as the waiter came and poured drinks. Steve elegantly grasped his flute and began sipping, not once taking his attention away from you.
''It's the only thing I love to do really.'' you shrugged. Bucky's thumb was gently rubbing your kneecap, there was nothing sexual about it, in fact it was very endearing, but that made you feel more nervous as you could handle harsh natures better than soft, caring ones. ''What about you guys, how'd you get into being mafia bosses?'' you asked brazenly. You couldn't give them the cold shoulder but you'd be damned if you didn't try and make things awkward. Bucky chuckled as he took his hand away to grab his flute.
''You know, princess. Get into trouble on the streets, meet the wrong kind of people.'' Steve answered curtly. You knew he was holding so much back but you also were smart enough not to push this subject.
As the date continued, both men asked you a million questions. They wanted to know every detail about you. You were not pulling away from them, but you were definitely not relaxed. It felt more like an interview, where you had to be polite and formal. You felt slightly bad considering they were being very sweet and charming. When the menu's arrived, you were startled by the prices. As Steve placed his order, you frowned at the foreign language. Bucky shifted his chair to be closer, his cheek almost against yours as he leaned in.
''What do you like eat, Sweetheart.'' he whispered, keeping his voice down so the waiter couldn't hear him translating for you. ''Over here's your meats, your seafood, this is all vegetarian, this is-''
''They got chicken nuggets?'' you joked. Bucky chuckled at you before drawing back and telling the waiter in French? you think... you flunked French class... his order. The waiter nodded then left and so you put down your menu, not sure if Bucky ordered for you or not. Bucky pulled his phone out whilst Steve picked the conversation back up.
When the food came, you saw that both men had ordered what you assumed to be a steak, but you could not even name the other food that went alongside it. Neither touched their meals until their driver was suddenly entering the restaurant, being led by the host and your jaw hung open when you saw he was holding a McDonald's bag. The driver placed it on your empty plate before leaving as with an open mouth, you peered inside and found twenty chicken nuggets with large fries. You looked at Bucky with your blank face. Looked at Steve with your blank face and then you burst out laughing. It was proper, chest heaving, wheezing, tears streaming laughter. The loud noise rippled from your throat as heads turned to look at their strange laugh echoing around the room. You slapped a hand over your mouth, the laughter muffled behind the hand as Steve and Bucky watched you with bright eyes, both grinning like idiots.
''I-I can't believe you got me fucking McDonalds.'' you wheezed.
''You said chicken nuggets, little Angel.'' Bucky laughed, your laughter contagious.
''I know, I just-'' you stopped to wipe your eye, finally calming down as you poured the contents on your plate. The situation had hit you, making you almost piss your pants with laughter. Here you were, an absolute mental wreck of a human being, on a date with New York's biggest mob bosses, in the poshest restaurant in New York, wearing jeans and a worn hoodie, and eating McDonald's. ''Thanks.'' you decided to say instead, your laughter finally subsiding as you put some fries in your mouth.
''You're welcome, baby.'' Bucky said affectionally as he reached out and brushed your hair behind your ear. After that, the three of you found yourselves laughing all night. They recounted endless stories of their childhood together, how much trouble they'd get in (they left out any dangerous parts that linked with their rise in the mob world) and how Bucky once landed himself in jail after drunkenly running around naked when he was seventeen. You learnt that Steve loved art and he showed you his paintings on his phone, which you genuinely were impressed by. You found yourself forgetting that you were supposed to hate them.
''You wanna try some, hun?'' Steve asked as he cut off a bit of steak and dipped it in the teal coloured source. Your brows were furrowed, uncertain. ''C'mon, I thought our bratty girl was adventurous and ballsy.'' he teased. You narrowed your eyes, stubbornly parting your lips and as he bought his fork to your mouth, you bit the steak off and began chewing. Your eyes scrunched up, but you prevailed and swallowed quickly. Steve laughed, reaching over to swipe his thumb slowly across your bottom lip, collecting the sauce, but making sure to do so very slowly and with a seductive gaze directed at you.
''That tasted like ass.'' you groaned, grabbing your champagne flute but then groaning again when you saw it was empty. Bucky handed you his and you grateful swigged a mouthful down.
''And how would you know what ass tastes like young lady?'' Steve teased with a mock stern look.
''It's a saying, old man.'' you jibed back. Bucky snickered.
''Not to all of us.'' Bucky commented under his breath, purposefully loud enough for you all to hear.
''You're gross.'' you replied but you couldn't stop the chuckle that followed. You were doomed. You had laughed several times and it was quite clear you were all having a really good time. Your stomach dropped at the thought of having to tell them afterwards you didn't want to see them, you'd have to pretend you were only being polite, and a part of you - deep, deep down - secretly didn't want them to leave.
''I'm gonna go pee.'' you said bluntly again, a habit of yours to inform people of your bladder schedules.
''You know where the restroom is, baby girl?'' Steve asked, his brows softly furrowed.
''Nah, but I'll find it.'' you shrugged.
''Don't fuss about. Come straight back to us.'' Bucky said, his jokey tone gone as he pointed his brows at you. You nodded as you wandered off to find the restroom.
When you finally found the restroom (after having to ask a waiter and getting a dirty look for your attire) you walked towards the sink, splashing some water on your face and sighing. You held onto the rim of the sink, staring into the small pool of water circling the drain. You closed your eyes and shook your head. How the hell had you gotten attached already. You were supposed to be celebrating that this would be the last time you'd see them, and yet a part of you was already feeling the loneliness of it.
''Oh, sorry my guy. This is the ladies.'' you informed as a man stepped in. You had given him a brief look but when you noticed he didn't move, you looked again and finally you saw the cold look on his square face, the sharp features twisting into an angry sneer as the giant, bulky man stalked towards you and before you knew it, he had your entire face in his hand, slamming your head back into the tile wall. You groaned, a sharp pain splitting from the back of your head as he removed his hand, his hand going to your throat and squeezing. He lifted you off the floor, your breath coming in sharp gasps as you clawed at his leather glove, kicking your feet out but your kicks barely even registered.
''Tell Barnes and Rogers that unless they want their pretty toy in pieces, they revisit our deal.'' the man growled in a thick Russian accent. You nodded, gasping when he dropped you harshly. He stalked away with ease as you shakily sat up, blinking slowly to get to grip with what just happened. You stood up on shaky legs, turning to glance back at the wall and saw a small puddle of blood staining the wall from where your head had been crushed into it. You held your breath, your eyes stinging as past memories came flooding back but you were determined to hold it together. You feared when you walked out of the restroom that everyone would be looking at you, but everyone was happily chatting, no one having noticed the giant man sneaking in. As you began walking quickly back to Bucky and Steve, you noticed them in conversation, Steve smiling as he rubbed Bucky's hand, their wedding bands glinting under the chandelier. Bucky was facing you and so his eyes lifted up, his entire face lighting up as you walked towards them, however his expression dropped when he saw your pale face, glazed eyes and urgent walk. His hand shifted from Steve's as you sat down between them, turning slightly so your side was to Steve, and your back was to everyone else so no one could see you get upset.
''What's the matter, baby.'' Bucky whispered, leaning forward and clasping your hands in his. Steve pushed his chair behind yours so his chest was pressing into your side, hiding you from view but able to see you himself.
''Angel?'' Steve whispered, stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckles.
''C-Can we leave, please.'' the last word was a broken whisper as the tears fought their way to crawl down your cheeks but you suppressed them. The two men were already moving, Steve slapping money down on the table as Bucky kept his metal arm protectively around your shoulder, pulling you taut to his side whilst Steve walked so closely behind you could feel the warmth of him. You felt secure and protected but your eyes darted about to find the man. The car was pulled up instantly and the second you climbed inside, Steve shutting the door behind the three of you as the car pulled off, you broke down.
''Shh. S'okay, baby. S'alright. Tell us what happened when you're ready.'' Bucky whispered. He threw Steve a concerned look. He thought perhaps someone had said something snarky to you about the way you were dressed but that didn't quite make sense as he knew his little spitfire would have chewed their head off. You pulled out of Bucky's arms, annoyed you had yet again cried all over him.
''This man,'' you started, wiping your nose with a sniffle, you were so upset you didn't notice their eyes darken.
''What man?'' Steve whispered darkly.
''He just came into the rest room. I thought he got the wrong one but he just smashed my head into the fucking wall, and then started strangling me, telling me something about how if you guys don't want you pretty little toy to be in pieces, you need to revisit a deal or something?'' you were angry crying now, pissed that you were getting hurt and that this man had done such a thing. Your red nose was scrunched, your eyes wet and weepy but you were almost as pissed as they were. Bucky and Steve shared a murderous look. They knew exactly who that was. Bucky cupped your cheeks, drawing your forehead down to kiss.
''I'm so sorry, sweetheart. One of us should have waited outside.'' he sighed, closing his eyes as he felt your pain.
''Don't be an idiot,'' you grumbled. ''I don't need babysitters.''
''These aren't just any men, (Y/n).'' Steve warned, you were taken off guard by your name. ''They will stop at nothing to hurt us, and they've figured out that means getting to you.'' Bucky pulled your hoodie collar down a little, growling when he saw the start of a bruise.
''I'm gonna kill him.'' Bucky snarled.
''Relax, Buck. We'll sort it, but not now.'' Steve warned, jutting his chin towards you in a silent way of telling Bucky not to overwhelm you. Bucky nodded.
''You hurt anywhere else, angel? you said he hit your head into the wall?'' he whispered, his hands flooding to your head and you winced when his fingers caught the lump at the back. He withdrew with blood on his hands and you thought the dark look on his face couldn't get any darker - you were wrong.
''You're gonna stay with us tonight, Sweetheart. No funny business, we promise. We're not taking no for an answer. They could be in your apartment for all we know. Let us handle this first.'' Steve explained, and you knew he was telling you all this because he thought you'd put up a fight and be stubborn.
''Look, I'm a big-mouthed idiot but I don't have a death wish. A big ass dude slams my head into the wall, yeah... I think I'll take the hint and stay with you guys.'' you scoffed.
''Good.'' Steve nodded as he pulled out his phone, Bucky also doing so and you sighed and you slumped back into your seat. You had a feeling this was going to be a long night.
A/N: I just wanna say that I appreciate you guys all reading when this is a very slow burner, but after this chapter, it is going to be getting very steamy!
