Hydra MC: Part 1
Masterlist
Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Female Reader, Bucky Barnes X Female Reader (Eventually)
Warnings: Mentions of psychological abuse, mentions of dub-conish actions, mentions of suicidal thoughts
Summary: Infiltrating the infamous HYDRA MC was going to simple, very simple. But over a year later, Bucky discovers there is someone worth saving inside the gang as well. Sure to work his way to the leader, Brock Rumlow’s second, Bucky realizes the girl they once took as a potential target is an unfortunate soul caught in the crossfire. Forgoing normal types of abuse, Rumlow opts for physiological torture to keep the reader in the gang as well as assuring if he goes down she goes down with him.
Request for: @saiyanprincessswaine
A/N: This is setting you up for the next part. This began to run very long, and I decided to break it in two parts. Hope this is an enjoyable ride because part two isn’t very pretty at all!
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The grip on the inside of Y/N’s thigh tightened while standing next to the chair Rumlow had taken a seat, the bikers calloused thumb caressing the crotch of her jeans. Amazing how, ‘loving’ the SOB was when in their shared home around others, but the instant they were alone it turned to bitter commands and hateful retorts.
Never had Rumlow laid a hand on her to, ‘correct’ his house kitten, as he so loved to call her, -it made Y/N want to puke-, yet he had no problem about using psychological abuse.
Telling her he knew where she slept, what she done during the day, where she was 24/7, meaning he had control over who she spoke to and seen, which was typically Bucky, Rumlow’s second in command.
Was it always like this? Had she just not noticed it over a year ago, or had Rumlow slowly broken her? Thumb pressing harder into the jeans made her shift to lean heavy against the arm of the chair and eventually take a seat to make him stop.
It really wouldn’t, he squeezed the inside of her thigh tighter, he wanted her in this meeting. Y/N knew what he was doing, he was assuring she had no way out, that she knew all the information as well and could be put away if they were caught.
God! Y/N wanted to roll her eyes and punch Rumlow in the back of the head, but it would only prove fruitless. Instead, she decided to look over at Bucky, who was giving a report on a recent arms dealer they were in contact with.
It took her by surprise the gaze Bucky locked on the president, it was a mixture of knowing and wanting to tear the others throat out. The man's troubled blue orbs observed the way Rumlow’s hand moved, jerking her closer, Rumlow not paying attention to Bucky but her. It was obvious the second knew something was off between the two.
Y/N was sure to not linger on Bucky long, he had to know that, but there was an urge to speak with him of how she was treated, to help her. There had been ever since he had entered the MC, unable to describe it, but instinct screamed he could help. Looking around the group, the others knew about she and Rumlow, but none would go against the ex-special forces president.
Going deep in thought as Bucky continued, she drifted to one in which she had failed to leave the bastard. It was where her thoughts normally went, he had collected her from wherever she would run to, sure to not run to any family for fear of endangering them.
Rumlow always found her, lured her back, threats that he could have her arrested or she could return with him. Or he could just drag her back screaming and let the boys have her for a night then she would crawl back to him. Actually he hadn’t threatened that since Bucky came in, possibly due to the fact he knew Bucky would keep her.
Darker thoughts: the time she had managed to take his gun with the intention of killing herself. That day she seen panic, fear in Rumlow’s eyes. That was the one and only time he struck her, busted her lip to take the gun. He had shut her in the house for a month when he couldn’t be around to watch Y/N, with someone constantly in the home with her.
Jolting slightly, Y/N didn't realize the meeting was over as the hand between her thighs left to pat her ass. “Why don’t you go start dinner kitten,” Rumlow spoke, pushing her to her feet, turning to face him, but felt Bucky's gaze on them.
“For everyone,” she asked, though she had a feeling it was since the meeting had ran so late.
The fucker feigned a happy smile, wrapping a calloused hand around her wrist to tug her down to him. “Yeah,” Rumlow smiled, pressing his lips to hers before allowing her to stand and step into the kitchen.
Moments into preparing dinner, per usual Rumlow shouted back to her, as he sat on his ass, for her to bring a drink for everyone. Letting out a string of curses, she didn't care if anyone heard, not even Rumlow. Wiping her hands, she started for the fridge, stopping short as Bucky stepped to the appliance.
Giving her a smile, Bucky couldn’t bare for Rumlow to order Y/N around. Looking over the flesh of her bare arms to check for bruises, Bucky was relieved to find none. No, Rumlow would be smart about it, possibly using scare tactics. “I got it,” Bucky smiled, grabbing the case of beer from the fridge as she turned back to preparing dinner.
Stepping into the living room, Bucky was prepared for Rumlow to ask why she couldn’t do it. “Your girl was busy, figured I could do it,” Bucky spoke up, Rumlow nodding he understood and went back to talking to the others.
It wasn't long before Bucky returned, the box empty but appeared he had stuffed the trash from the living room into it, placing it in the trash bag by the back door. That was a job for the prospects not him, though she was thankful, keeping to the task, but giving a smile and nod that she noticed.
Bucky nodded back, not looking away from the counter, she followed him out of her peripheral, it was odd how she felt his gaze looking over all exposed flesh once more. Was Bucky that desperate to find some sign she had been abused?
He should know Rumlow was too smart to leave marks where they would be seen, though Rumlow’s weapon of choice was psychological. Bucky should know that from the amount of time he had been in the gang.
Y/N felt the urge to tell Bucky she didn't back down during a power struggle. Dominating the yelling match until Rumlow has enough and leaves or since her attempt at suicide, threaten to send her to the local psych ward where he knew the ones who ran it.
She hushed then, knowing they would put her on meds, ones Rumlow would control, turn her in to a junky.
Normally after an argument it turned into a rough tussle of sexual nature, taking a while for them to come down. Still Rumlow wouldn't mark her, though she was sure to leave him scratched up, swearing he loved it when she was rough.
The sex wasn't bad, but it was with that bastard, so no she would rather not have it with Rumlow.
Y/N had made up her mind if Rumlow was going to not let her leave she would make his life hell, but it was beginning to wear on her. Looking to realize Bucky had paused a few steps behind her, looking to her over his shoulder, she gave a small smile, at least he didn't leer at her like the rest of the gang.
Quickly Bucky returned the smile, he hated it for her, he really did. Such a pretty woman to be stuck and sinking deeper in this cesspit. “You need some help,” Bucky spoke up, noting her furrowed brow as if deep in thought.
Realizing he was speaking to her; it took a moment to register what was said. “What?- No, I’m good,” she spoke up, quick to look away and out the window.
Giving a nod, Bucky knew from speaking with others like Y/N it was far from the truth. There was a deeper meaning to what was said, he seen through the lie. It was best he didn't linger too long, though he felt a need to explain why he was there, why he was now second, but not now, maybe not ever.
“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be glad to help,” he spoke, putting emphasis behind the deeper meaning that he wasn’t talking about dinner, turning to leave.
Stopping with preparations once more, she turned to look at the others leather clad back, the skull and tentacles motif grinning madly at her. “I may take you up on that,” she whispered, knowing he heard, Bucky giving a nod as he left.
All through dinner, Y/N thought of where to start, or how to even begin with Bucky. Having taken a seat next to Rumlow when she was sure all had what they needed. Eyeing the leader as he placed food on her place.
Why? Oh, yeah, Rumlow had realized she wasn’t eating normal meals.
Looking to the plate, she thanked him and started to eat, thinking back to Bucky’s offer to help. It had been so long since having actually spoken more than a few yes and no’s to anyone other than Rumlow who was all business. Rumlow kept her cooped up in the house and only allowed out with an escort, as of late it had been Bucky on her hip, but even then they never had full conversations. What was there to talk about?
If she read Bucky wrong, it meant she would possibly be beaten, or taken to the psych ward this time; but it wasn’t getting any better. Lately, Y/N had felt too paranoid when leaving the house, even with an escort. Maybe that was what Rumlow wanted, a house kitten; but one thing was for sure, she couldn't get out without help.
Bucky had risen to Rumlow's second in mere months after Rollins had been taken down in a bad deal. She knew what men like Bucky were after and the steps they would take to get it. Maybe this could work to her advantage, but what made her think Bucky wouldn't take up with her were Rumlow left off?
The meal over, she mechanically cleared the table, deep in thought studying the fragments of how Bucky behaved since coming into the gang, how he interacted with the women at the club house, always polite. Even when she spoke to the women, they informed her of how respectful and old-fashioned Bucky was.
Grabbing a stack of plates, Y/N remembered the women telling of how Bucky treated them like gold, only wanting their company. Several spoke of him providing them money without prompting or having to give sexual favors in return.
Stepping into the kitchen with the dishes, the others stepped past her to make their way to the back yard to play pool in the large shed that doubled as a small hang out for them as well. Still analyzing Bucky while placing the dishes in the sink to begin rinsing them before placing them in the dishwasher, she welcomed the empty house, giving time to think.
Maybe Bucky didn’t care for women? Or maybe he really was a decent guy outside of the gang. Looking out the window in front of the sink, the light in the shed flicked on the moment the double doors slid open.
Noting they were short a member. Bucky. Secretly she had taken to watching the newest member the moment he set foot in the club house, studying his every move when she could. The creak of floorboards made her note someone was still left in the house, turning to see Bucky stepping forward with the rest of the dishes in hand.
Giving a faint smile, he carefully placed them in the sink with hers and gently scooted her over to take over rinsing them.
"Brock tell you to stay with me," she asked, moving to the opposite side to open the dishwasher, facing Bucky as she pulled out the bottom basket to start loading.
He gave a smile, watching her steady hands take a plate from the counter to place it into the rack and wait for another. What lie had Rumlow told her to make her stay? Or had he lured her in like he had heard of happening to the others, ensuring she was in too deep to leave?
"No, it's a lot to clean up, thought you could use the help," Bucky spoke, noting her skillfully loading the dishes he rinsed for her. Intel stated she was a very skilled welder and decent motorcycle mechanic, that was apparently how she and Rumlow met.
Bucky watched her hands, nails short, the small scars on the back of her hands telling him she wasn't afraid to get dirty. Noting she kept a nervous appearance as of late, it was odd because he always knew her to be steadfast despite the riff raff around the gang. Something was up and he paused.
"What's wrong," Bucky spoke, it wasn't a question but a silent command she tell him exactly that. A nervous glint in her eyes made his heart ache as she looked out to the shed, Y/N swallowing thickly, and hinting he continue rinsing so she could load.
Thankfully Bucky knew what she meant and continued before she ever answered. “I need your help,” she began, loading the appliance like a machine and as if having a conversation to herself.
Bucky let out a huff, checking the window himself, before continuing. “I know.”
Giving a nervous laugh, Y/N carefully replied, “That obvious?”
“I’ve seen my share to know what's going on,” Bucky admitted, looking over as her shoulders slumped, pushing the basket in to shut the door.
Finally meeting her gaze, Bucky grabbed the dish rag and began to wipe up the excess water on the counter. Sure to keep his peripheral on her, he swore she was swaying as if about to pass out.
Swallowing nervousness, God she just hoped she wasn't digging her own grave. "Can-, can you help," she stammered, not meaning to choke on the nerves rising in her throat and meeting his gaze as he continued to wipe down the counter before wringing the rag out and heading to the dining room.
Absentmindedly she followed, she needed to assure Bucky was taking her serious and wasn't about to cut her throat.
Wiping the table as she straightened the chairs, he found his voice. “Yeah, but…,” Bucky paused to move the table to its original spot, looking up to see the panic in her eyes.
Oh, fuck, she just put the final nail in her coffin. Eyes wide while taking a step back she tripped over the rug that had bunched up under her feet, but Bucky was quick to grab her forearm gently to steady her.
Wide eyes met his gaze, frozen to the spot. “Oh god I just fucked up,” she gasped, trying to move away, but Bucky held her gently.
“No you didn’t," he breathed quietly, releasing her as he went back to the table. "But not here. I will be escorting you when we meet the buyer in a few days. Right now we don't need him suspecting anything, you understand doll?"
Swallowing her nerves, Y/N could hear the care and concern in his voice and wasn't going to lie, the pet name done more than put her at ease. Giving a nod she understood, she went back to the kitchen, put detergent in the dishwasher to start it up then leaving to hide out the rest of the night in she and Rumlow's shared room.
Several days later, Bucky pulled up to the house on his black and gold Harley. Parking beside Y/N's Jeep, Bucky was stepping off the bike when she exited the house, hair pulled into a neat ponytail, dressed in skinny jeans and a flannel over a t-shirt.
Quickly Bucky assessed she was ok, not limps, nothing appeared off as she pulled her keys from her pocket as she came close. It appeared she was fine, like always, but he could see the worn, haggard look in her eyes.
Giving a smile, Bucky wasn't sure now was the time to admit he had been secretly watching her every move, finding every curve on her body intoxicating. Clearing his throat, he took off his sunglasses and helmet, placing them on the bike as she approached and held the keys out to him. Taking them carefully, he noted she was sure to not touch or look directly at him as she got into the passenger side.
Looking to the keys, Bucky stepped to the driver side, looking to the house across the road where one of the members lived and noting their wife standing at the bay window observing them. Ah, he had a feeling someone was watching them.
Getting into the vehicle, he was quick to get it started up as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and typed out a quick text before placing it in the center console. It was apparent it was to Rumlow; Bucky knew she was ordered to text every time she left the house or if someone stopped by.
Both were silent as they left, Bucky figuring it would be best they wait until on the freeway to talk. At that point it wouldn’t matter if anyone caught them speaking, it was an hour-long drive, or so he had led them to believe.
Taking in a quick breath, Y/N was the first to speak, “about a few nights ago,” preparing to apologize, she didn't want Bucky to get involved, she really liked him. "I," she breathed out, but he shook his head for her to quiet, it was apparent Bucky needed to speak himself.
“I know what a piece of shit Brock is, I know he threatens you when you fight. I understand why you are terrified to leave, why you can’t leave. Look-,” he huffed, appearing he was preparing to tell her something very important. “This weapons buyer-it's SHIELD, I’m an undercover agent and so is the dealer, Steve."
Pausing and staring at Bucky, this was in no way what she expected. Slowly Bucky continued to explain how he managed to get into the gang, how he had gotten Rollins picked up by another agent; Sam. Bucky continued to explain Steve, his childhood best friend and the lead in their small group dubbed the Avengers that had been formed specifically for taking down people like Rumlow.
"I just need you to hold tight, okay doll? I have informed Steve of your situation, but we can't make any moves until the meeting with Rumlow. If anything smells off, you know as well as I that we lose our chance at catching him," furrowing his brow, Bucky chanced a glance at her, hoping to God she understood and noted her staring at him. "I want you out of this. I've watched you over the last year and I can’t stand the way he touches, let alone treats you. You don't deserve this."
There was a shock go through her system when he finished the last few sentences. Taken aback she couldn't take her eyes off of him, jolting as he took one hand from the steering wheel to take her own, giving it a squeeze.
"You and I both know why he wants you in on this deal. He wants you in so deep doll, I can’t let it happen, you're a good person," Bucky continued, keeping his hand wrapped in hers, giving it a squeeze as he chanced one more glance to her then back to the road. Y/N was staring straight ahead, taking it in. "I’m trying to prevent that from happening. Steve knows how to get you out, but you will have to stay at the SHIELD compound, possibly for a long time."
SHIELD. Yes, she knew exactly who they were, they took care of scum like Rumlow, and that was more than she could have ever hoped for. Feeling Bucky’s hand began to release her own she held tight, and carefully he relaxed, allowing it back to her thigh. The cab growing silent as Bucky pulled off of the interstate to head into a rural area, the cell phones between them beeping and going black.
Hesitantly she looked to Bucky who gave a reassuring smile as he pulled into an underground garage area, doors closing behind them as they entered. "It's alright, the ride wasn't an hour out, but SHIELD has tech, thanks to Tony Stark, that can make it appear that way," he reassured as they parked in a well-lit area.
Squeezing his hand, Y/N watched as several men in black uniforms and black M4 rifles at the ready filed out of the double doors they had parked in front of.
Stepping between the swat team, a blonde came towards their vehicle with a smile, Bucky giving her hand a gentle squeeze and looking to her with a smile. “It's s’okay doll, promise,” he spoke, hinting it was ok to get out as he took his hand back.
Watching Bucky get out first, she eyed the SWAT team, reaching to the door handle to get out, the words of Rumlow ringing clear he would see she sat in solitary confinement to assure she never left him. Carefully she slid out of her seat, stepping around the front of the Jeep cautiously but bravely as she took a stand beside of Bucky.
Quickly the two men shook hands, Steve barking at the SWAT to stand down, all was clear. The team left through the same door while Steve stepped towards her with his hand held out.
Calming her nerves, proudly she reached out and took his hand, shaking it confidently. "You must be Y/N," Steve smirked at her confidence, the blond knew it would be the one thing that would help her get out of this alive and follow his orders.
"Yeah, you must be Steve," she smiled, thankful he wasn't the cold agent she was afraid he would have been.
"You've got some spunk sweetheart," Steve laughed, noting how hard she shook his hand. "It's going to be a real help. Come-on, we need to talk and debrief." Steve finished, directing them to step with him through the double doors.
Bucky was sure to stay by her side, thankful the corridor was wide enough for the three of them to walk side by side. The entire way Steve talked to Bucky about his wife Peggy and the kids.
Walking them to another door, Bucky opened it first, obvious the brunet knew where he was going, the two men directing Y/N in front of them. Steve speaking up for them to take a seat, a wall of glass letting in sunlight and facing the mountains which made her pause, the two men stepping around her to shut the door.
As if reading her mind Bucky spoke up next to her, "it's alright doll, no one can see in, promise," he reassured, gently placing the tips of his fingers to the small of her back. Bucky half expected her to shy away, but was shocked she pressed back into the touch, apparent she craved a gentle touch, protection, reassurance.
Giving a nod, she stepped over to the only couches in the room, both leather furnishings facing each other with a coffee table in the middle. Confidently Bucky took a seat next to her, Steve taking the opposite couch, and looking to the coffee table littered with manilla folders. Eyeing the chaos on the table, she seen the photos of she and Rumlow, the bastard holding to her as if she would run off, and he was right.
“Ok,” Steve began, shuffling papers around before the door opened and in walked a red headed woman in black gear, a brunet following behind her in the same type of gear. "Ah, this is perfect. Y/N, this is Natasha and Clint," Steve introduced the two who entered, the two reaching to shake her hand before taking a seat with Steve.
"The Hydra gang will be coming to this exact location in less than a week," Steve began the rundown, more specifically for Y/N. "We are risking a lot to bring you in on this, but I trust Bucky’s judgement."
Bucky looked to his buddy, shaking his head he understood the severity of the situation and Steve continued. "When Rumlow and the gang enter this facility, these two will pick you up in a local sheriff car, it will assure you are kept safe regardless of how it goes down here. Leave everything in the home, we will make sure you have all you need at SHIELD home base."
Y/N nodded she understood, it was still overwhelming, but, "I take it there will be a trial. I know I'll have to testify-, what-," it wasn't a panicked question but a calm admittance.
Bucky looked to Steve then her before he spoke. "Your testimony will help put him away for a long time, but I’m sure we can manage to keep you out of the public eye," Bucky reassured, his knee brushing hers.
"I'm not worried if he knows I helped put him away for the rest of his life. Hell, I want him to know," she spoke stoically, giving the four agents a look that told them she didn't fear what was about to go down.
Clint gave a smile and a slight chuckle, "I like her."
Bucky gave her a nervous smile before continuing, fingers twitching to take her hand but wouldn't dare to compromise the past decade’s worth of infiltration on all parts. "I'm pretty sure we have enough to put him on the Raft," Bucky admitted.
They all knew of the 'floating pokey', no way Rumlow would be able to leave a floating fortress in the middle of the ocean.
Giving a very satisfied smile to Bucky then the others. "Good," Y/N sneered, "that bastard deserves it."
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