THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part VI/?)
Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?
Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Genre: biker gang au
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Warnings: language
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"You're late." He spoke tired, peeking at the clock on his wrist the moment he noticed me approaching the table where he had sat down.
"I know." I replied, equally —if not more— exhausted. "I'm sorry." after the apologize, I tossed my things besides the chair I was meant to use, and sat down.
"Had fun with your ex?" his question carried the most obnoxious jealousy, the one that only came up whenever I mentioned Bucky.
"Don't." I whispered, burying my face in my palms as my elbows rested over the table. "I'm not in the mood."
"Oh well, I'm sorry." and just like that, I knew we weren't going to be able to eat together. "I'm sorry I wanna talk about the fact that you ran away to meet with your ex boyfriend, you know, the criminal."
"what the-" sighing, I opened my eyes to glare at him. "What the fuck." my voice was calm due to the lack of sleep. "If you wanted to meet just so you could-"
"You gotta understand I was worried." he cut me off. "you weren't at your apartment, you weren't working, I-"
"Hold on now," I held my hands before me, signaling him to stop mid sentence. "how did you know I wasn't working?"
"I called your boss." he confessed, rubbing his hands together. "I thought-"
"You called my boss."
"You know he's a friend of mine-"
"You called my fucking boss."
"Y/n I-"
"I don't wanna hear it." I snapped, grabbing my things in order to leave the establishment. "I really don't."
"I was worried." I dead ass ignored him while he followed me out to the streets. "I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me, so I called-"
"Why are you even trying to justify yourself?" I inquired, right after I had stopped walking to turn around and face him. "Don't you see how fucked up is this?"
"He was doing me a favor, babe."
"I have a SECRETARY. " I shouted, getting more and more riled up with each word leaving his mouth. "You could've called Wanda."
"But she's not-"
"Your friend?" I sarcastically questioned, readjusting my bag. "She's my secretary and my friend. You know her. Why the fuck would you call my boss? I warned you not to do that ever again and you have the balls-"
"Barnes is no good for you."
"You don't know him."
"Yeah I do." His statement made me frown. If his goal was to confuse me in order to shut me up, he had achieved it. "I know people like him. He's and asshole. He used you and left you all alone-"
"That's not what happened" I cut him off once more. "You're on thin fucking ice now."
"I'm sorry" he apologized, though he left his mouth open, ready to keep fucking it up "but he's not a good person, he and his band of criminals- that's why I came back; I was worried 'cause I knew if he called you, you would go help him no matter what."
A moment of silence.
Something wasn't right.
"what do you mean?" I carefully asked, now appearing to be way more calmed than a few seconds before.
"I mean you were... A long time with him- with them." he sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry I did it all wrong I just- I guess I just don't want you to get into all of that again."
More silence between us, though it was being suffocated by the traffic and the people transiting the street.
"I'm sorry, I'm being overprotective." he shook his head, rubbing his nape with his palm. "I just- yeah... Sorry."
"It's okay, just don't do that ever again." I warned him, not being able to shake that weird thought of something being wrong out of my mind.
"I guess we won't have lunch together, huh?" my silence alone confirmed his thought, and he nodded to himself. "I'll... I'll text you later, I know you probably don't wanna see me now so I- yeah, I'll give you some space."
"yeah... It'll be for the best." he nodded again and before leaving, planted a peck on my lips.
I waited there for a cool minute before grabbing my phone from my pocket.
Just like I supposed, I had a message from an unknown number that identified himself as Bucky.
Without thinking much, I pressed the call button and waited for him to pick it up.
"Hey" He greeted me. "Is everything okay?"
"Not sure." I confessed. "I need to talk with you about something."
"I thought you were with-"
"No- I mean yeah, yeah but not anymore." before he could make another question, I spoke again. "I don't mean talking in the phone, I need to talk to you in person." the gears in my mind were working on something I didn't understand just yet. "this is- I don't know what just happened but I need to talk with you."
"You're scaring me now." he stated in a lower voice. "What's wrong?"
"When can I meet you?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"How urgent is it?" I pursed my lips, not knowing what I should answer. "Y/n?"
I shut my eyes, pursed my lips and ran my fingers through my hair, now aware of how dramatic I had just sounded. "Don't worry, I don't even know if it's something at all actually."
After a beat of silence, I heard movement on the other side of the line. "You have your car?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Come to my place."
I frowned at his request. "As in, now?" he mumbled a 'yeah'. "I'm serious, I don't know if it's something or if I'm just being paranoid." a sigh escaped my lips. "I'm tired and angry, probably I'm making up things. I didn't think much of it before calling you."
"Alright, so you did it instinctively." I knew now he was actually worried that it could be something. "Maybe it's nothing but better be safe than sorry, right? Come to my place."
"Okay, let me just go home to change and eat something, I'll be at your place around 7 pm or so."
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I pulled up in my car a little past 7 pm, already changed and eager to talk with Bucky about it.
He was waiting in the porch, sat in a racked bench.
"Hey." he replied with a nod and got up as I reached his front door. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." he replied, motioned me to enter. "I'm- I'm happy you trust me-"
"I don't." I rapidly replied, going upstairs in order to reach his living room. "But this is about you."
"Wait what?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"He also said; 'that's why I came back'." I kept explaining, now comfortably sat on his couch with a glass of juice in my hands. "how the- how to hell did he know you asked me for help?"
Bucky sat across me in a chair, his elbows over his thighs, completely silent though I could practically hear his mind buzzing with all the information I had just given him.
"what does he know about us?" he inquiried in hopes of giving this some kind of sense.
"He knows you used me and 'bout what happened and all." I vaguely explained. "He also knows who you guys are, but that wasn't me, he already had heard about y'all."
Bucky denied with his head, covering his mouth with both hands. "the hell is goin' on?"
"This is- this is all weird." I agreed, shaking my head before taking a sip.
"What was his name again?"
His question caught me off guard.
"what does that have to be with-"
"he said he knew me."
"he said he knew people like you."
"No, he said he knew me."
"He didn't mean it like that." I tried defending my boyfriend.
"What if he did? What if he knows me?"
"He doesn't."
Bucky stared into my eyes as if he wanted to reach my soul through them. "Doesn't it worry you a bit that he might know me?" I knew right away what he was implying, and I didn't like it one bit. "If he knows me, he's probably like me."
"You're crossing the line now, James." I warned, not ready for whatever this was. "He's not like you."
"You know what I meant-"
"If he was like you, I wouldn't even have gotten closer to him."
"Thanks for that." he sarcastically commented.
"You're welcome." the reply was just as dry as his.
"Y/n."
"What?"
"His name."
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Grant."
"Grant what?"
"you said the name."
"Y/n."
"Grant Ward."
Bucky’s eyes went wide with fear and distress as he jumped up from the chair and went to grab his phone.
"What?"
"Stay here." he begged more than requested. "I'm calling Sam- this is bad."
