It's always the quiet ones - Prologue.
Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.
Summary: You don't mess with the Queen.
Warnings: Blood, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of death, mentions of decapitation, non-con kiss, assault, spitting, crying, swearing. If I've forgotten anything, please let me know.
MINORS DNI.
Word Count: 651.
A/N: Here we go! The beginning of a series! Any mistakes are my own. My work is not to be translated or posted anywhere. Please comment, like, follow and reblog! Enjoy guys! GIF ISNT MINE.
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The ropes, they carved into her skin with every move she made. The light, it made her eyes ache. The soft ‘drip, drip, drip’ of the leak in the corner pierced her ears. “Please!”. Voice horse, the taste of blood, the throbbing of her wounds…everything felt like it was on fire. “Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything wrong”. “Oh, pretty one. You did do something wrong. You fell in love with the King…and kings pay a substantial price for their queens”. The stench of coffee on his breath was enough to make her be sick, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “So, are you gonna tell me?”. Her hair was matted with blood and hung in front of her face like a curtain, but she could still see him. “Hmm? I’m not going to ask again, pretty one”. Her lips twisted into a snarl and with her last morsel of energy she spat. Blood landed on his face and before she could speak his ring clad hand connected with her cheek. A small whimper escaped her lips, but she wouldn’t scream. She’d been there for weeks, how many? She didn’t know, but it was long. “He’s coming for me. You’ll be dead before I step foot outside”. His laugh echoed off the damp walls of the room and his hand flew to her matted locks, yanking her to her feet. “Listen to me, you little bitch. I’m counting on Barnes coming for you, because when he does, I’ll be putting a bullet between his eyes, making you MY queen, and running New York. You hear me?”. A strained laugh found its way out of her ruined throat. “You underestimate him. He may be the King, but he was a soldier first, and above all that…is me”. His lips were on her in an instant, she kicked at him and tried with all her might to shove him off. It didn’t work. He tightened his grip on her hair and tossed her down on the cot. “You speak so highly of him, Y/N, but where is he? Where’s your King?”. Tears pooled in her eyes, her lip trembled, and her heart hammered against her chest. He had a point, where was he? Where was her James? His body caged hers in, a tiger looming over his captured prey. “Go on pretty girl…tell me”. Her lips curved up and she arched her body into him just slightly. He smirked, he finally got what he wanted. Or so he thought. “Fuck. You”. His hand smacked into her chest and pinned her down with bruising pressure. “Gladly”. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “That’s when everything went black. The next thing I know, I’m in Steve’s arms being carried to the SUV”. She was sat in her home, curled up beside Bucky. She was clean, in her own clothes and her open wounds had been tended to. A steaming mug was nestled in her hands and there was a plate of untouched food sitting on the coffee table. Across from them sat the men who were just underneath Bucky, the Princes of New York. Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Loki, and Thor Odinson. They served their queen; they were sworn to protect her, and they were all terrified Bucky would have their heads for what happened to her. No pain came. Just his pleads for help to kill every single man who was responsible for what happened to her. His promise to give each of them what they wanted the second he knew the bastard was dead, and they were going to deliver. She stood and paced around the room before looking at all five men in front of her. “Y/N?”. The voice she loved so much, the voice that brought her so much peace. It wasn’t a dream anymore, he was here, in front of her. “Boys?”. All but Bucky stood at her call. “Bring me his head”.
