Summary: Their world is in chaos. HYDRA is a constant threat and Bucky Barnes is feeling the pressure. All around him, his friends have paired off and started families. Families that are now in danger. Sunny, the new bartender at the Ivory, tumbles into Bucky’s life and drives him up the wall in the process. She’s mouthy and stubborn and yet, for some reason, he can’t seem to pull away.
Hello!! Mob!thor au please. You’re a successful and rising businesswoman and it’s your first time going to those rich people galas, there you catch thor’s eye and you spend the whole evening with him. Thank yew, stay safe😽😽
A/N: You have no idea how much I've been wanting to write this!! This is a Thor x F!Reader (anon requested businesswoman uwu)
Warnings: Slight harassment from Thor, implied only. Also a slight kidnapping. Non-threatening
You had picked the perfect evening gown. It billowed behind you, and you received many compliments from it. It was your favorite color, and it matched your complexion. You had done up your hair. You carried your clutch tightly to your side. Although you were sure the rumors were only rumors, if there was any place they’d be disproved, it was at the Marvel Gala.
It was hosted every year by Tony Stark. He took business seriously. On top of the Asgardian mob rumors, you had heard he had some deals with the Odinson family. Whether or not the Odinson family ran a mob, they were still dangerous in court. Their lawsuit could mean the loss of your entire company. You shivered to yourself, glad that you had yet to make any sort of dealings with Valaskjalf Enterprises.
You grabbed a flute of champagne off of a tray. You tried not to down the whole thing at once, but this was a nerve-wracking experience. You could make acquaintances that could — no, would — change your entire career. You smoothed your dress out in hopes of wiping your clammy hands away.
“Miss? Would you like to dance?” a deep voice asked behind you. You froze, slowly turning around.
Before you was a tall, broad, blond hunk of handsome with a thundering presence. He wore a crisp suit, and his face and hair were kept in an almost pretty manner. He was elegant, yet bold. He was massive, but perfect. You tried not to stare, but you found you couldn’t blink. The man smirked, extending his hand.
“Miss?” he laughed.
You shook yourself out of your daze, remembering why you were at the gala in the first place. “I apologize; who are you?” you asked, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t like to dance without knowing someone’s name.”
“My name is Thor,” he said. You set your flute down on an empty tray passing by, taking his hand. He tugged you to the dancefloor. “What is your name?”
“I’m Y/N L/N,” you say. “I’m the CEO of—”
“I know what company,” he cut you off, his eyes lighting up. “I was rather impressed when Father told us how far your little company had been progressing. Had I known the simple surname I’d been hearing was yours, why, I don’t even think we would be standing here.” He chuckled darkly. He began swaying with you as the music swelled. You shook at his tone. What could that mean? Who was Thor? “The other family business would have contacted you. You have a lot of potential at L/N Advancements.”
Oh.
Of course.
“You’re... Forgive me, I should have remembered. Thor Odinson,” you said nervously. You shook your head, unable to meet his eyes. Of course, the mobster would find you. Of course, the mobster would find you! Of course!
“Yes. I’ll assure you, no rumors you’ve heard are quite like the real deal.” He snaked his hand to the small of your back. “My brother often likes to... exaggerate our side company’s deals. I should really get you back to the business talk, but I want to keep you to myself a little longer.” Thor grinned a model’s grin. “Unless you’re scared of me, that is.”
“Oh, I’m not scared of you,” you said. You realized you still had your clutch in your grasp. That alone disproved your point. Thor took it from you, setting it on an empty table.
“You aren’t?”
“Maybe I was scared of getting mugged,” you admitted. “It’s silly.”
“I think the only thing you should be scared of is how you’re getting home tomorrow,” he flirted, pulling you closer. Much, much closer.
You put distance between yourself and the heir of Valaskjalf. “I don’t do that. I won’t. Sorry. I barely know you, and I’ve worked too hard to slip up or give in. I hope you can understand.”
Thor, who was taking the rejection as if it never happened, only smiled brighter. “You’re scared that I’ll take L/N Advancements away from you with just a night together?”
“I’m scared your father might decide I’m not worth trading with once he finds out I’ve done a little more than speak with his son,” you said in your firmest tone. Thor laced your fingers. You didn’t pull away from that.
“But he might decide you’re worth keeping around.” He stroked your cheek, moving to his own beat now. The music didn’t match your rhythm, but it was still as intoxicating. “I could get rid of all your enemies, you know. I could make you untouchable.”
“I’m not interested,” you said. You shook your head. “I need a drink.”
“You just downed a whole flute of champagne!” he tsked.
“I still need one.” You lingered in Thor’s presence. He smelled of petrichor and fine cologne and a tiny bit of sulfur and something else that you couldn’t pick out. He hummed happily, as if he were drunk. He didn’t smell of alcohol, but his behavior could fool you in a second.
“You’re quite the prey,” he murmured. “I’ll get you a drink. I’ll get you multiple.”
“I can get my own drink,” you insisted. “Please, Mr. Odinson, I’m happy to be by myself.”
“You should relax,” he, too, insisted. He gripped your upper arms, taking you in once again. “Really. Don’t let your fear stop you from having fun.”
“I’ll do what I like.” You tore away from Thor. “Thank you fror the dance, but I have to go talk to Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.”
“Have fun mingling!” He caught your hand and kissed it. You felt your belly set itself on fire. Did Thor want one night? Clearly. But what did he want from a night? Did he want information about your business? Or did he want to take advantage? Did he want to use you, and let you use him in the same manner? “I’ll see you some other time, darling.”
“Don’t clear your schedule,” you warned.
Thor chuckled, “I’ll remember that.”
That didn’t stop him from following you around all night. He was by your side as if he was your partner. Whatever he had decided, it wasn’t going to change without a piece of paper signed by a judge...
Given that he was admittedly not only part of the city’s biggest mob, but a higher member, you couldn’t obtain that.
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Months later, and after many calls from Thor Odinson (who you did not offer your personal number), you finally started to cave. You let him have dinner with you. You took walks in the city during the daytime. You found he was a sensitive person, and almost three years of talking and dancing and Marvel Galas came and went before your first kiss.
Thor took a small sip of white wine, staring at you with electric blue eyes that you always got lost in. “Did I ever apologize for our first meeting?”
You shook your head. “I don’t think so,” you answered. “I didn’t think you cared enough to remember it...”
“If I wasn’t in love with you,” Thor began, “I wouldn’t have stayed for as long as I intend to.”
“It’s been three years,” you whispered. “How long do you intend to stay?”
Thor wet his lips. “As long as you let me.” He reached over, cupped your face, and brought your mouth to his.
That was when the first kidnapping happened.
The room was dark. Your hair was being pulled back by meaty hands behind you. Your clothes were torn, and your eyes wouldn’t stop shedding tears.
“Ms. L/N,” a deep voice mused. “It’s an honor to meet you. I’m glad my brother has someone to entertain him that doesn’t include a mortal injury... Since that nurse hit him with her car, he hasn’t quite been the same.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked the voice, wheezing and stifling a sob. You sniffled. “I don’t know why I’m here...”
“You’re here so we can talk.” A small light switched on. You saw a raven-haired man sitting in a small chair, one leg crossed over the other like the Joker. “Do you intend on strengthening your company with my family’s conglomerate?”
“No,” you said. You were shaking. You tried to look back at the meaty hands that held your head, but whoever it was made sure you watched the man. “No, I want to make it with my own merit. I don’t want to be absorbed...”
“Do you plan on staying away from legal trouble by making my brother dearest your... intended?” he continued, pulling a gun from behind him. He cocked it, keeping his cool eyes on you. He aimed. “If I think you’re lying, I’ll shoot. And trust me... I know a liar when I see one.”
“No!” you said again. “No, I don’t!”
His expression never changed. He rolled his neck, then studied you some more. “Name your favorite thing about Thor.”
“His laugh.” You gulped. “I love when he laughs... really laughs. When he doubles over, cries, and then giggles about it hours later.”
The man sat back, turning off the safety. “Name his favorite drink.”
“Locally brewed beer.”
“What’s my name?” His forefinger slipped in front of the trigger.
“Loki!” Thor’s voice came from outside the room. You sobbed again. The door swung open, and the man stood from his chair. Thor gripped his brother’s lapel, throwing him on the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
Loki growled, dropping the gun on its side. “It wasn’t loaded! Calm down! Jane only wanted to stay for the secrets, I was simply—”
“I don’t care!” he snapped. “You have no right to kidnap her!” He was nose-to-nose with Loki, shaking him as he spoke.
“Thor!” you cried. He swerved his head, letting go of his brother to come and rescue you. He shoved the meaty hands off, throwing a solid punch.
“Come with me,” he said, lifting you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him, shaking and trying not to cry too much. He held you tightly. He took Loki’s gun off the ground. “Don’t touch her. She’s nothing like Jane, and if you’d listen to me when I talk to you, Father wouldn’t have put you on lackey duty!”
“Take me out of here,” you whispered.
“I can’t,” Thor said. He kissed your head. “This is my life... I love you, but if you can’t handle this...”
You held him tightly. “We should talk about this later...”
Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business.”
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader
Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, sex, mentions of alcohol abuse
synopsis: thor has done everything in his power to be seen as an actual powerhouse and threat to the mobs of new york, but the council of the horsemen are in the way. knowing they could lose everything they’ve built, mor goes to the people she knows can make things happen, and strikes a deal with the apocalypse wives.
word count: 4.9k
a/n: Welcome to the first installment of the Apocalypse wives!! Buckle up for a ride and send in asks when you’re ready for more :)
warnings: cursing, slight smut, mentions of abuse & murder
MASTERLIST /// WIVES!MASTERLIST
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You were a lot of things to a lot of people. Some people knew you as a determined spitfire who was fierce, protective, and not afraid to get her hands dirty for the people she loved. They knew you were an amazing friend.
Others knew you were an even worse enemy.
They knew you as an unforgiving bitch who painted her nails with the blood of those who wronged her. You were an unbothered, spoiled witch who wouldn't know humility if it was beneath your red-bottomed heel.
Thor knew that you were all of those things on a good day.
You sat with him now, in the middle of SHIELD. It served as the hottest and the most dangerous club in the state, and therefore your meeting place. Thor's hand is fit snugly around your waist, the sheer panel of your body suit allowing you to feel a semblance of his touch.
He's happy at the moment--genuinely happy and it's something you haven't seen in a long time. You can only look at him fondly, the low light of the club highlighting his jaw and the laugh lines that appear. His eyes twinkle as he talks with Loki, their relationship finally repaired after the trickster was fatally wounded trying to save your husband’s life.
Though you're still skeptical of the mischief maker, you have yet to remember the last time you saw Thor this happy. Knowing this is the only reason you've allowed Loki to build his way back into your lives, you let him know that you have a dagger with his name on it should his loyalties change again.
As they talk, your eyes can’t help but linger to the exclusive third floor of the club — the circular balconies that complement the hollow interior of the building. The people up there sneer at those below, and you feel your jaw tick. Escorts, wannabes, and the closest inner circles of the underground world are found up there, and you knew that's where Thor belonged.
Three years. Three years, you and Thor had to fight and claw your way to get anywhere in the mafia world, and still you weren't at the top. Thor has already gained throes of power, influence, and support.
You just had to take him further.
"He won't be a problem."
Thor's words snap you back to the brothers' conversation, realizing the tone has taken a turn.
"You've only experienced Odin's grace," Loki replies. "He knows how to keep the appearance of kindness. Don't forget that I know his wrath more than anyone else.”
Thor swallows heavily at the reminder of his father's sins. "Loki—“
"No need for pity brother,” Loki interrupts, a genuine smile creeping on his face. "Despite my past, I've finally found a way to win against certain demons. I've gained you, a home, a psychotic sister-in-law—”
You wink at him.
"I'm in a better place than before," Loki concludes. "However, Father sees you taking me in as a personal slight. That, coupled with your growing success—“
"We've become his targets,” Thor finishes.
Those simple words cause the bass of the club music to become white noise. Blinking rapidly, you sit up quickly, leaning forward into Thor's space. "Your father now has you both on a hit list?” The disgust can’t help but drip from your voice. Loki only nods. Your eyes fall to the floor, tracing the patterned tiles as you process the information. "What does Frigga know about this?”
Thor makes a noise at the back of his throat. "Mother was the one who warned us."
You nod, chewing on your lip. "So we take him down first.”
Both men clear their throat sharply, Loki looking around cautiously. “Odin is the oldest living patriarch of the New York’s...companies. He has the support of the Horsemen— taking him down will not be simple."
"Nor should we announce it so blatantly my love," Thor shifts, pulling you onto his lap effortlessly, and his arms never leaving your sides.
"Your coward of a father wants to assassinate his sons because of the power they've gained,” is all you can grit out. “Something has to be done—”
“If we move too quickly, then we risk losing everything,” Loki interrupts. “Odin will declare us as enemies, and per his requests, he'll have the arsenal of Conquest, the men of Famine, and the tactics of Pestilence at his fingertips. Right now, we don't stand a chance.”
You bite the inside of your cheek harder, going through what you know of the Horsemen and their capabilities. You yourself have had little interaction with the infamous mobster, once before you married Thor and once to get Loki out of his clutches of abuse. He’s well known for being the first Horseman to retire instead of die, but his seat of War hasn’t been empty for long.
Frigga, his wife, was the one you knew well and respected. You knew her as a woman who did the best in every circumstance she found herself in, and fell in love with a man who changed too much before she realized what happened. Frigga had one of the largest hearts you knew, and you were certain she was the only reason the Asgardians were still standing as a viable threat.
"Without the council, we can defeat him," Thor mumbles.
Loki answers with a sarcastic laugh, downing the last shot on the table. "Turning the Council on a veteran member is impossible; especially since we don't have an insight into their ranks.” He gestures to the third floor of SHIELD. "We either lay low and build an army...or surrender while we still can."
You scoff at the two suggestions, rolling your eyes only to balk at the fact that Thor has yet to answer. "You can't seriously be considering this," you spit at him. At the answering silence, you slide off his lap to the far end of the couch. If we build an army, we’ll be forced to outsource outside of New York— and that means making the horseman an even bigger enemy for after the war. Don't even get me started on what these potential ‘allies’ will want.”
"And surrendering is not an option,” is all Thor mumbles, his jaw ticking as he rubs his palms together nervously. "Do we strike a deal?”
You stand abruptly, avoiding Thor’s sorrowful stare as you barely announce that you’re going to grab more drinks. You don’t want to hear another word of their conversation, but their words echo through your head as you descend the stairs to the first floor. Pushing past bodies, your mind barely registers that you pick up the pace when the bar is within eye-distance.
After ordering your drink of choice, you scrub a hand over your face in an attempt to clear all the thoughts in your head. You have half a mind to try to take out Odin yourself and with your bare hands, but you know everything Loki said was right.
Thor was so close to the finish line. He’d tried so hard to establish his reign separate from his father’s, trying to do better for the people and the misfits that found their way to him. Odin had started to spit on the values of being a Horseman, even towards the end of his reign. He allowed his community to fall and even hung Frigga out to deal with his coming consequences, and Thor got tired of it when it got too close to the people he loved.
Just thinking about the night everything came to a head, and how far you all have come, your eyes unconsciously float to the third floor.
There.
There, you find a glimpse of the very men Thor & Loki spoke about. Tony Stark, Conquest; Steve Rogers, Famine; & Bucky Barnes, Pestilence.To the left of them, you find another group that everyone else in the club seems to have looked over.
Stunning under the multicolored lights, their skin tones are radiant as their tailor made attire fit their body types marvelously. They seem to be keeping to themselves, talking to each other in low tones, while holding themselves differently than the escorts around them.
The Wives.
You take a thoughtful sip of your drink as a glimpse of a thought passes through your brain...and you lie in wait to prove your theory. You don’t have to wait long as a commotion brings your attention back to the Horsemen, and you find Conquest and Pestilence unusually close to each other, tempers flaring.
Pestilence gets shoved back by Famine, and just as things comes to a head, faster than lightning, the Wives are there. Sekhmet Stark’s arms have wrapped around Conquest, Hecate Barnes has the attention of Pestilence solely on her, and Kali Rogers has found Famine’s lips on hers.
And that’s the moment that you knew the solution to your problem--well Thor’s problem. You’re almost vibrating in joy as you down the rest of your drink before going back up to the stairs.
Its surprisingly easy to get up to the third floor--just until you make it to the glass doors that separate the landing from the exclusive section.
Straight ahead, on a raised dias, you see that the Wives have returned to their place, with Sekhmet in the center, Kali to her left, and Cate to her right.
Taking a deep breath, you hold your head high and push the glass doors aside--just to be stopped by a bouncer.
“No walk-ins. Exclusive VIP only.”
You simply raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Exclusive Personnel only,” he repeats.
You flash him a wicked smile and tilt your head to the side, trying to give him as much of a condescending look as you can muster. Satisfaction fills you as the bouncer deflates just slightly. You try your luck as you step forward again, but stopped again.
“Who are you,” he asks, but the waver in his voice gives him away.
You see your window, and cross your arms while pursing your lips. “I’m going to pretend you didn't ask that and let you go this time around.”
He doesn’t move. “I cant let you in.”
“Really? Fine,” you shrug. “Explain to the Wives why you’re keeping them waiting.”
When the bouncer looks back at the women you mentioned, you know he’s exactly where you want him. “I’m going to have to loop back to you--”
You snap your name impatiently, and he mumbles it back with a nod before walking away. You wait with baited breath, knowing that with this stunt you could either end up with a bullet in your skull or the world at your feet.
Your throat tightens when you catch Sekhmet’s gaze.
When the bouncer makes his way back to you, he looks pale and motions with his head for you to follow him. “I’m so sorry (Y/N),” he says. “Right this way.”
You don’t allow yourself to breathe, even as you walk the short path to where you want to be. You feel curious eyes on you, but you don’t shy away from either of them, and instead hold your head higher as if you’re meant to be there--because you were.
Sekhmet stands when you both reach the Wives, a sharp, gleeful smile on her face as she opens her arms up in expectation. “Darling! Hello, so nice to see you again!”
The pleasantries continue with all the wives until you’ve sat in the middle of them, and you know it’s the most dangerous place to be.
When the bouncer walks away, the smiles drop.
“Who the fuck are you?” Is what Sekhmet demands, her eyes focused solely on you.
You don’t put down your guard, but you cooly reach for one of the full glasses of drinks on the table before all of you. You take your time taking a sip. “I’m someone who knows who you all are,” you say when you’re ready.
Hecate simply hums in unamusement. “Are we supposed to be impressed?”
“As if the wives of the most powerful men in new york are a secret,” Kali giggles.
You don’t let their words phase you. You hum back in response. “See I know that you’re the very people who keep New York from burning to the ground.”
A surprised silence follow your statement, before Sekhmet picks up the next words quickly and carefully. “I don’t think I know what you mean,” she smiles.
You roll your eyes. “Mind you, this is coming from someone who understands just what you hold within your palms.”
The next silence stands longer. Hecate leans in, her hands gripping the couch beneath, her eyes intense as they pour into you. “How do you know you’re right?”
You let a small smile slip, and take another sip before gesturing down to where you can see your husband and Loki still speaking intensely. “Thor. I love him to death, I really do, and there’s not a heart out there that I wouldn’t rip out for him. He has power, a lot of it, and he's starting to develop quite a hold on New York.”
Kali nods. “Thor Odinson. I’ve heard of him.” She tilts her head to the side, looking out into space. “That New Jersey border deal was ingenious, I’m disappointed a Horseman didn’t execute it.”
Her words get grunts of agreement, and pride swells in your chest,
“You & I both know that Thor didn’t have a hand in that deal until he showed up the day he needed to,” you giggled, and they stare at you openly.
“Well shit,” Sekhmet laughs out loud, picking up her own glass.
Before you know it, you’re toasting with the most powerful women in New York, laughing with them and even exchanging high fives.
“I told y’all a man couldn’t pull that off!” Sekhmet cackles.
Hecate nods. “It was too good to be true.”
“We didn’t know he had a wife,” Kali winks.
Smiling with them, the anxiety in your chest lessens.
“So what do you need?”
Sekhmet’s words bring back the somber mood, and you laugh nervously. “What do you mean?
Kali speaks up seamlessly. “Thor is the eldest son of Odin. Odin, the retired horseman of War, who controls the upper parts of New York as the Asgardians. If Thor’s wife has enough pussy to show up uninvited to confront us, you can’t expect us to believe you don't want anything.”
Looking at them all, you decide to lay all your cards out on the table. “Odin is going after Thor.”
No one replies, so you continue.
“Loki & Thor have made amends and their father now sees them as a threat to his empire. He’s going to call on the Horsemen to wage War…” you trail off, cursing internally as they exchange looks. “But by the look on your faces I’m guessing he already has.”
Kali only nods. “He approached them with a meeting this morning. The old dick had the audacity to pull rank and get me thrown out of the room when I spoke against him.” She takes a deep gulp of her drink, her jaw clenching at the memory.
The hope that allowed you to strut your way into the third floor comes back tenfold. “So you aren’t on his side?”
“Fuck no,`” Hecate snorts. “I’ve unfortunately seen every side of that man when he and Brock were on the council together and…” she trails off, her eyes distant. “New York has never seen a darker time. How Frigga stays with him, I’ll never understand.”
“Even with all the power as she has, he won’t let her leave,” you mumble. The conversation comes at a standstill, but a tense once that allows all of you to look in upon your own relationships--and just how bad it could get. Clearing your throat, you go in. “Don’t support him.”
No one answers you, but you see curiosity glint within the eyes of the Wives.
“Talk to the Horsemen,” you continue, sliding to the edge of your seat. “I know you have more sway than I ever could if I talked to them. Don’t allow them to back Odin, let him hang to dry and I’ll take care of the rest with Thor & Loki.”
Kali is the one who answers you. “Unfortunately, they’re not allowed to just sit this one out. If The Horsemen stand aside when something as big as this happens we’ll look like we’re going soft.”
“And I swear to you,” you promise lowly. “That any retaliation you face will be borne by Thor & I. On the blood of my heart, I will do anything for you if you step back for this and let us take him down.”
Your heart has crawled into your throat, pulsing so strongly you don’t know if you can breathe. They haven’t said no outright, and you could practically taste the possibilities, taste exactly what you & your husband can achieve--
“On your heart?” Hecate repeats.
You nod sternly. “On my heart.”
Hecate and Kali merely look at Sekhmet. She gives you a thoughtful look, and blinks slowly, tipping her head down slightly. “Seems we have a lot to talk about. Will you give us some space?”
The last question is directed at you, and you can’t help but nod vehemently and stand up. “Of course,” you breathe, walking away.
You bite your lip hard enough to force yourself not to look back.
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Sekhi’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she leans back heavily onto the bathroom mirror. Gripping the edge of the counter tightly, a strangled moan rips out of her throat as her husband’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking at just the right pressure. Wetness drips down the junction of her thighs, and still Tony takes it all in stride, moaning vulgarly at her sounds. He lets up only slightly to grab Sekhi’s hand to shove it into his hair, and it gives her enough space to remember that she had another objective when she got him alone.
“We--” She moans when his lips reattach and tug his face away from her core. He lets her breath, only to lap at her cum on her inner thighs. “We have to drop Odin,” She finally breathes out.
He only sighs, pausing to give her a quick peck on the skin he was worshipping. “That is not the name I want on your lips right now.”
“We cant—Tony!--we can’t endorse him for his war.”
With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly gets up and places both his hands on either side of his wife. He leans in and she automatically reciprocates, lips meeting to exchange tastes. When they finally pull away, Tony speaks. “Since you won’t let it go...why the sudden interest in Odin, and betraying him.”
His words unconsciously allow a memory to flash behind Sekhi’s eyes, and she shakes it away just as quickly as it’s come. “You don't…” She tries to find the words before restarting. “I know he welcomed you into the Horsemen and helped you build your empire...but that man who sat in as War is not the same man today. He’s an ass, too much of a risk, volatile—”
Tony shrugs. “People say the same about me.”
“Tony, you can’t imagine the things he’s done,” is all she snaps back. “Since he’s retired he’s—”
Her lips run dry as the memory scratches again. Warm palms cup her chin and bring her gaze to meet warm brown eyes flooded with concern. “He’s what? Baby, has he done something?”
Even though his words are soft, you hear the threat behind it. The underlying danger that follows Conquest. Sekhi reaches up and holds his hands in hers, kissing his palm softly. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Tell me—”
“Tony.”
After a moment he backs down and nods solemnly. He drops his hands back to their previous position on the counter. “Okay. Say we don’t back him. You know we have to choose a side in this or we’ll look vulnerable.”
“So choose Thor’s.”
Tony stills in thought before stepping closer to his wife. “I’m listening.”
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“If we back Thor, Odin doesn’t stand a chance.”
Steve turns over Kali’s words in his head, rubbing her calf that’s been thrown over his lap. He ignores the bustle of the club around him, the quiet corner they’ve found the perfect setting for their conversation.
“He’d be decimated without too much of a fight,” he mumbles.
“Exactly.” Kali leans closer into him, lacing his fingers with hers at her ankles. “We support Thor, and gain his loyalty now...I’ve heard things. Things stirring in the air about him and how powerful he’s becoming. We show that he’s not a threat, that he's on our side—”
“And he immediately isn’t a threat any more. He becomes an ally.”
“Bingo,” Kali smiles brightly. “And, he’s just reconciled with Loki, meaning he’s got one of the biggest minds in the game on his team.”
Steve nods, turning his head to look her in the eyes. “So what you’re saying is we take him into one of our sectors.”
Kali shakes her head. “I’m saying more than that my love.”
——-
Bucky downs his shot before scrubbing a rough hand down his face. “You’re suggesting he becomes a Horseman.”
Hecate nods.
Bucky can only sigh while pointing his eyes to heaven. “Doll—”
His wife only groans, wrapping her arms around his waist so that he can’t help but absorb him into her. “You’ve never said no to me before, don’t you dare start now.”
Bucky laughs nervously. “I’m not. But think about it, if we turn against Odin, we’re deliberately breaking the laws that say he’s under our constant protection after he’s left the table. If we break them now, there’s no turning back.”
“You won’t be breaking it! You’ll be bending it.” Hecate shines an innocent smile at him, trying to press her nose into his as their foreheads lie together. “The title is merely passing down onto his son--as it should have, had Odin kept his actions honourable. Thor’ll have the loyalty of Asgard, Frigga, and the men he has now. No one will fault you.”
Bucky doesn’t answer.
“Bucky!”
He groans. “I get it doll, I do. I’m as fond of that man as you are, but we’d have to have hard evidence that he’s broken our bylaws before we do. And even if we did, swearing in a new horseman is not a decision only I get to make…” Bucky trails off, sighing with a short laugh. “By the look on your face I’m guessing the girls are already on it.”
“Maybe.” Hecate gives her husband a quick peck on his lips, once, twice, until he melts into her. “Just tell me you’re on my side. You’re with me, aren’t you Buck?”
“Yea doll...I’m with you.”
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When the bouncer comes down to meet you on the second floor, it takes everything in you to prevent yourself from smiling. You just know.
As he escorts the three of you onto the third floor of SHIELD, you feel the men beside you tense even as you relax. When the bouncer called you by name, Thor’s eyes haven’t left you.
“My love,” his deep timber resonates deep within you, caution in his voice. “What’ve you done.”
You meet his gaze levelly. “What needed to be done.”
Your husband doesn’t answer you before staring straight ahead again, the hallways you all turn becoming less and less populated until you find yourself within black marble halls.
“You work quickly,” Loki chuckles lowly in your ear.
“Enough to keep the title of psychotic sister in law?”
He smirks at you. “Seems so.”
The bouncer stops abruptly in front of a heavily bolted door, and after typing in a code it swings open. You lead the way in, but then hang back to grasp onto Thor’s forearm. He allows you to, but he’s tense and you bristle at the fact that he doesn’t respond immediately to your touch.
But the way he angles himself between you and the most powerful mobsters in the room, with the way his fingers flex towards his gun--you know he’s not directly angry at you.
Sekhmet, Kali and Hecate sit on the opposite side of the room, in a similar set up to the one you infiltrated merely half an hour before. Their faces are nonchalant, but when Sekhemet winks at you, no words can describe the relief and the pure joy that passes through you.
Tony, Steve, & Bucky stand between you and the Wives, and you know you all will fit perfectly.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” Tony says cordially, gesturing towards the couches in front of them. Bucky goes off to the side to pour a drink, and Thor’s eyes trail him carefully. “How do you feel about hypotheticals?”
Loki takes it upon himself to sit first, and you follow, tugging your husband along. Only when you’re both sitting does he reply.
“I find them fun to indulge in…” He trails off, grasping the glass that Bucky hands him, not even bothering to take a sip before he sets it down.
“Then indulge with us.” Bucky smiles, and within a blink of an eye everyone has guns pulled out on you.
The tension in the room is palpable, and Thor stands defensively in front of both you and Loki. The latter presses a small knife into your hand, before standing beside his brother.
“Let’s say you come in here,” Steve smiles, shrugging casually, his grip on his weapon firm. “As an invited guest of the Horsemen. You have the audacity to not drink the wonderful poison Pestilence has poured for you, so things have to get a little messier than intended.”
Tony is the one who continues. “We’re feeling creative, so we shoot you in the kneecaps, to make you helpless. We shoot your wife between the eyes to make it quick. Your brother, however, we make it slow. “ Thor’s whole body clenches tightly. “We get all the information out of him, about your home base, your arsenal, your men--”
“And then we kill him,” Bucky takes it up. “We let you go. You’re no threat, your empire belongs to us, and the most important people in your life are dead.”
“What would you do about it?” Steve finishes.
Thor stays quiet for a really long time. No one takes their eyes off of him, and he takes his time to look Tony, Steve, and Bucky straight in the eye. You wait with baited breath on just exactly he might do, ready to fight your way out if needed--if he wanted you to.
It’s when he presses his chest directly against the barrel of Tony’s gun that your breath hitches, and you scoot slightly towards him.
“I’d leave, and thank you for sparing my life,” Thor answers. “A year down the road, I’d have enough physical therapy to start walking again, with a cane most likely. I’d make it a nice one, lightweight but made of vibranium to give it leverage, with the names of who I lost engraved on the stem. Two years down the road, I have all of your whereabouts, your routines, your dealings, your accounts, all under the sole of my shoe.
“Year three, I let you know I’m co ming. But I make it slow. I take out the men around you, so you know I’m on my way, and when I finally get to you?” Thor steps closer, but Tony keeps his gun steady. “I incapacitate you with the head of my cane, just in the right spots of your kneecaps to make it irreversible. I shoot your girls in between the eyes to make it quick, and I kill Rhodey, Sam & Natasha slowly. For them to give me information I already know. When I’m done with them, I kill you all myself, but make sure to watch the life leave your eyes as your blood pools around my feet. The last bullet I’ll leave for myself.”
The standstill is unbearable. Thor’s confessions hang heavily within the air, and it doesn’t dissipate when Tony puts his gun away, the others following suit.
“Gosh, you’re morbid,” he chuckles. “And three years? Seems a little tedious.”
Everyone goes back to casual stances around the room, but Thor stays clenched in the same spot. Loki looks at him warily, and you notice the way the others see that he hasn’t calmed down.
You get up from your spot on the couch, dragging your hand across the back of his waist leisurely. That simply action causes him to deflate, and he watches you walk over to the Wives, who have a drink ready for you.
“Personally, I think their smartest plan was getting rid of me,” you declare, and laughs that resonate through the room.
“Getting rid of you? I was the one that they kept around for information,” Loki challenges.
“Mmm, maybe. But obviously they killed the biggest threat first.”
Thor looks at you fondly as everyone laughs again, watching you toast with Sekhmet, Kali & Hecate.
“As pleasant as this exchange has been,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Is there a reason you brought me here besides to threaten my wife and my brother?”
Kali nudges you on the shoulder, and you take the sign to walk up to him slowly. He presses you into him immediately, and watches as Tony approaches him with a glass of gin.
When Thor gives it a side glance, he merely rolls his eyes and takes a sip before handing it over. Your husband takes it gladly, but just before he’s about to take a sip, Tony’s words stop him.
But now that she's here, in his house, sleeping in the guest bedroom, he couldn't help himself to slip into the room and watch her sprawled out on the bed, her dark hair like a halo around her head.
She looks peaceful despite the events of a couple hours ago. Soft huffs and little noises leave her lips as she turns to lay on her side, pulling the covers up to her face.
A soft smile grows on Bucky's face as he walks towards her, crouching down so he's on eye level. He pushes away a couple of strands that have fallen before her face. He places a feathery kiss on her forehead before walking out of the room detriment to finding the motherfuckers who dared to touch her.
He will find them and break every fucking bone in their bodies, one by one, waiting until the pain is subdued and breaking them all over again.
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Summary: Their world is in chaos. HYDRA is a constant threat and Bucky Barnes is feeling the pressure. All around him, his friends have paired off and started families. Families that are now in danger. Sunny, the new bartender at the Ivory, tumbles into Bucky’s life and drives him up the wall in the process. She’s mouthy and stubborn and yet, for some reason, he can’t seem to pull away.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Notes: Welcome to the final installment of The Three Families AU!
series masterlist // next part
Bucky had watched everyone around him pair off and start families. Hell, even Sam had managed to convince Becca to marry him and Bucky had worked hard to try and make that not happen. As the heir to the Barnes family, he was expected to do his duty and yet, here he was in his 30s and single. It wasn’t like he didn’t have his pick of their world, but no one had managed to hold his interest after the sun came up.
So, here he was at the compound with everyone else. Since the group had grown in numbers so much in the past decade, it was more comfortable here than gathering in the city. He leaned against a pillar, watching Steve’s wife chasing after their son, a smile on her face even though Jamie had exhausting amounts of energy. His sister and Sam were pushing their twins on the swings. If the outside world ever saw how soft the men were when it came to their families, their reputation would’ve been destroyed. An emphasis on family had always existed amongst the Three Families and as the years went on, it only grew. A voice broke through his thoughts, “Do you ever want that?”
He turned to see Indy, Peter’s partner, leaning against the door frame, “Want what?”
“Don’t play stupid,” she smirked, “It doesn’t suit you.”
Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Sometimes, but then I remember that it would mean one woman.”
She shook her head fondly, “Whore.”
Bucky just shrugged, “Sometimes. But I also know what it’s like to grow up without a parent. Is it selfish to want something when I know how much loss is part of our world?”
“Maybe, but it also sucks to spend life alone. Take it from someone who did walk away from everything, it’s a lonely existence. And I’m grateful everyday that I came back and that Peter and I worked it out.” Indy walked away from him to her aforementioned partner, putting her arm around his waist and smiling.
On the other side of the state as the Families enjoyed their time together, a half-conscious young woman was being tossed out of a car by hers…
For the first week after that night, Y/N had been slowly making her way to the city . It took another three weeks for her body to stop aching every time she took a deep breath and she had finally put together her plans. Now, she stood outside the Ivory. She walked past the entrance multiple times working up the courage. A dark-haired man was out front smoking and had been watching her, “You know, I think if you walk past one more time, you’ll be able to do whatever it is you're worrying about.”
She spun around an embarrassed look plastered on her face, “I’m trying to work up the nerve.”
“To?”
“I heard a rumor about the bartender opening.”
He arched an eyebrow and stubbed out the cigarette, “You any good?”
Y/N shrugged, “I know my way around.”
He held out his hand, “I’m Bucky. Why don’t you come in and we can see about that job.”
Y/N bit her lip and slipped her hand in his, “I’m Sunny. Sunny Graham.”
“Nice to meet you, Sunny,” He opened the door for her and led her into the bar. “Thor! Got a potential employee for you! Meet Sunny.”
A man tumbled out the back, “Barnes, you’ve brought me a gift! A pretty woman that will sell even more drinks.”
She smiled hesitantly, “It’s nice to meet you…Mr. Thor?
The older man laughed, “Just call me Thor, everyone does. We are pretty informal here.”
Y/N looked around the opulent hotel, “Somehow I’m not sure that’s entirely true.” She heard Bucky chuckle behind her.
Scott made his face serious, “So, you’re here about the bartending job?”
“Yeah, it was like I was telling Mr. Barnes. I have experience and could really use the job.”
“No one else has come in so the job is yours.” That didn’t surprise Y/N. The men didn’t know this, but she knew all about what the Ivory was hiding in the backroom.
“Really, thank you so much!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, “When can I start?”
“Tomorrow. We’ve got some business happening at the hotel and it’ll be all hands on deck. Guess we will throw you into the deep end and see if you’ll float.”
Y/N grinned at him, “I plan to do a whole lot more than float.”
Summary: Their world is in chaos. HYDRA is a constant threat and Bucky Barnes is feeling the pressure. All around him, his friends have paired off and started families. Families that are now in danger. Sunny, the new bartender at the Ivory, tumbles into Bucky’s life and drives him up the wall in the process. She’s mouthy and stubborn and yet, for some reason, he can’t seem to pull away.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Notes: mentions of abuse(caning and scars), abduction
series masterlist // next part
While the man from the bar was pretty, his personality was the definition of shitty. Y/N was about to break her wine glass and use it to hurt herself, or him, if he didn’t stop talking about his work out schedule. Taking another sip from her glass, she cleared her throat, “Other than working out, do you have any other hobbies?”
“Well, I also play golf in my free time.”
And there it was…the “sport” of the douche-y white male that rounded out the massive douche she was stuck on a date with. Y/N dropped a quick glance to her phone and sent and SOS to Natasha. The redhead had demanded she put one in place even if the guy had seemed great at the time. Less than ten seconds later, she got a call. When she looked at her screen again, Y/N was surprised to see Bucky was calling her. She cut off her date, “I’m sorry, but I have to get this.” Ignoring the annoyed look on the man’s face, she answered, “Hello?”
“Nat texted me saying you need a rescue. Bad date?”
“Something like that.”
“Well…grandma is in the hospital.”
“Grandma?”
“Yes, as in the mother of either your mother or father.”
“I know what a grandma is!”
“Just plead off the date and I will have a drink waiting for you at the bar.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
The man across from her scoffed, “You’re leaving?”
“Family emergency.”
He huffed, “Whatever! I just flirted with you for the free drinks.”
Y/N laughed, “Then, I’ll consider this dinner a repayment.” She grabbed her coat from the chair and rushed out of the restaurant. Thankfully, the hotel was only a few blocks away and it took her fifteen minutes to get to the bar. The bar was empty save for Bucky and a bottle of rum. She took one look at him, “I want no jokes. I want a drink.”
“I can do that.” Bucky watched as she shrugged her jacket off and sucked in a breath. He hadn't noticed earlier, but the dress hugged every curve and he had to physically restrain himself from reaching out to run his hands over her waist. He was drawn out of his thoughts by her calling his name and waving a hand in front of his face.
Quickly pouring them both a drink, he tried to pretend that his brain hadn’t just short-circuited. Bucky left Y/N at the bar and ducked into the back room. When he reappeared, he had a surprise hidden behind his back. When he put the container on the bartop, Y/N started laughing. “You bought me ice cream!”
Bucky whipped out two spoons, “You’re going to have to share though.”
Y/N sat across the bar, her spoon digging into the ice cream Bucky had surprised her with. They’d been existing in a comfortable silence as they alternated between their drinks and the ice cream. She was twirling her tongue around the tip of her spoon before smiling up at Bucky. He stared at her for a moment, the furrow between his brows the deepest she'd ever seen, “I don't know what to make of you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, I don't know a damn thing about you, Sunny.”
The smile fell from her face as she stiffened, “That’s not true.”
“It’s very true. Every time anyone asks about you, you flirt and use your body to avoid actual conversation and change the topic.”
Y/N laughed awkwardly as the calm and ease she'd been feeling was replaced with panic, “What?”
“You heard me. It’s effective, I'll give you that. Honestly, I don’t know what to make of you. You come off so open, but in reality, I don’t know a damn thing about you. It’s almost calculated how you hide yourself.”
“I’m not hiding.”
“Then tell me something.”
Y/N tossed the spoon into the carton and threw her hands up in defeat, “Fine! What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about your family.”
Y/N’s memory was flooded with only one thing:
Her father accusing her of being a traitor. Her screams bouncing off of the walls. The burns the rope had left on her wrists and ankles. The knife breaking her skin. The crazed laughter from her brother.
Then, being in the trunk of a car, her head fuzzy and vision blurred. She couldn’t figure out how long she’d been unconscious, and slowly her eyes grew heavy and closed again. When she woke up again, the car was stopped and she felt hands wrap around her ankles. Pulled out and tossed onto the ground. A groan left her lips, but her limbs felt like lead and she couldn’t move. Y/N didn’t know how long she lay there on the ground, but distantly she felt movement happening around her and heard her name being called. Her mind was too staticky to make connections.
When Y/N woke up for the third time, she felt much more clear-headed. A familiar scent enveloped her. Slowly, her eyes peeled open, and confirmed her fears, she was in the hospital.
“Sunny? Sunny!” She was pulled out of the memories by Bucky shouting her name.
“Sorry,” she tried to laugh the moment off, “That’s kind of a complicated answer. Long story short, my mom died when I was young. I’m not close with my father or my brother. I left the first chance I got and don’t have any plans to go back.”
This Y/N could do and well. She’d been taught how to get away with lies. She could hear her father saying to wrap a lie in as much truth as possible. Pushing away from the bartop, Bucky came around the bar and pulled her by the arm so that she couldn’t escape. He growled, “Don’t lie to me.”
“Why? Because no one would dare lie to a Barnes?” Y/N wrenched her arm out of grasp, both of them ignoring–or not caring about–the fact that there would be bruises the next day, “I know all about what the Ivory is really hiding, so don’t act all high and mighty. You wear a mask and you lie everyday. Don't expect truth when you deal in lies.”
Both of them were breathing heavily, chest to chest, and before Y/N could make move, she was against the bar and Bucky was kissing her. Her first thought was that he was an amazing kisser. The second that he was her boss and this was no gentle kiss. This was a kiss that had built up alongside their frustration and passion. Y/N tangled her hands into his hair, his arms pulling her as close as possible. They broke apart, gasping. They stared at each other and then Y/N pushed out of the room without another word.
Bucky was left in the bar with a melting tub of ice cream, an empty bottle of rum, and a hell of a lot of questions.
Y/N was doing everything in her power to avoid Bucky. When she wasn’t mixing drinks, she was wiping down tables and restocking the bar. The weight of his gaze followed her wherever she went and she hated it. He finally managed to catch her between customers, “So are we gonna talk about—“
Y/N cut him off, “Nope.” She pushed a fresh drink across the bar, hurrying off again, and for the first time that night she didn’t feel his eyes on her and her heart sank. If she was being honest with herself, Bucky Barnes made her more nervous than anyone else. What was meant to be a clever hideaway was becoming a liability. All she had planned on was making money and waiting for the interest in her to die out before leaving. Now, she had friends who went out for drinks and wanted to ensure her safety. She had a boss who was more than a boss, who neither would admit that the attraction was there. Her very curious boss who she wanted to kiss and also hit, most of the time. Y/N decided she needed a break and told Thor she wasn’t feeling well and snuck off home.
Bucky decided to stop by Y/N’s place on the way home. Thor had told him that she was sick, but he knew that was a lie. As soon as the door swing open, he could tell she she was shocked to see him at her door. Sunny paused for a moment, but eventually, she stepped aside and let him in.
Full of stress, and without thinking, she shed her flannel and revealed more of her body than Bucky had ever seen. He sucked in a breath when he saw the raised marks all over her upper back and arms. He came up behind her, letting his finger trace down a particularly long scar, “Sunny, what the hell is this?”
“Nothing,” She turned her face away and moved across the room to put as much distance between them as possible.
A blind man could have seen the terror written across her face and Bucky tried his best to be calm, but firm. “That’s not nothing and you’re worrying me with how panicked you are. Now turn around.”
“No.”
“No?”
Bucky watched the tears start to spill down her cheeks and how her chin wobbled, “Please don’t make me.”
The fear in her eyes absolutely gutted him. He’d never had someone so frightened of him when they had no reason to. Plenty of enemies had looked at him like that and rightly so. Much of the city looked on with respect and a tinge of fear. But, terror from someone he wanted to protect gutted him and the anger started to melt away. He would do anything to never see it directed at him again. Bucky pulled his hoodie off and handed it to her. She snatched it away and quickly pulled it on. “Doll, you’re really worrying me.” He tried to take a step forward, but she mirrored him with a step away. “At least sit down. I promise I won’t come any closer.”
Y/N nodded and walked to the armchair furthest from the kitchen. Fingering the knife she'd tucked behind the cushion, she pulled her knees up to her chest. “You can come here,” she whispered. Bucky slowly made his way over and sat on the floor next to the chair. He didn’t move to touch her, afraid to she'd spook. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for?”
“I don’t know…You’re not mad?”
Bucky held her hand, running his thumb across the back, “No, I’m not mad. I’m confused and worried about you. All I was going to do was come by to apologize for kissing you.”
“They’re scars.” Now the anger was definitely flaring up again. Who had dared to hurt Sunny? She saw the questions on his face and sighed, “A cane, and I think a knife” she mumbled, “My dad.”
“Your dad did this? Why?”
Y/N shrugged, “Look, it’s none of your business and not something I like talking about. Can I just go to bed? Please? It’s been a long day.”
“You just told me your dad caned and cut you until they left permanent marks and you want to go to bed?” She nodded and gripped her legs tighter. Bucky could see that she was shaking and sighed, “Okay. Let’s go to bed.” He hoisted her into his arms, letting her head tuck into the crook of his neck. Y/N clung to him even as he pulled the covers over her. He tried to move away, but she kept her arms wrapped around him. He could feel the tears on his shoulder and just squeezed her a little tighter. The anger was still raging in him, but the sorrow at how small she seemed in the moment worked to quell it. Right now she needed him and the need for information had to wait.
Eventually, her grip gave way and she fell asleep. It broke Bucky’s heart to see the tear tracks on her cheeks and the way she had curled in on herself. He slipped out of her grip and decided to pull her jeans off so she’d be more comfortable. As her thighs were revealed, he saw raised lines across them and realized that her back hadn’t been the only place where her father had directed his hits. God, he hated himself for never noticing before. What kind of person was he that he had missed all of this?
