#mob!tony

[late-to-the-party-81]

Whatever he wants

AN: Sorry for the relatively late post (for me at least) today. Enjoy a little bit of Mafia Tony and your unconventional relationship.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Pairing: Mafia!Tony Stark x Reader

CW: Exhibitionism, Objectification, Explicit Sexual content, Voyeurism, Implied Throuple (Tony x Reader X Peter (aged up))

Word count: 1.1k

“And- and so, as you can see, our mules have been making great inroads in Hamilton Heights and Sugar Hill, pushing up your profits…

“Oh fuck..”

A spank landed on your naked ass.

“Quiet baby. Good cum-dumps don’t interrupt my lieutenants when they’re giving me reports. Carry on, Steve.”

You glanced up at Steve from your position bent over the conference table, cheek squished against the glass. Tony’s right-hand man blushed pink, his Gaelic heritage betraying his apparent embarrassment about what was going on right in front of him. However, with another snap of Tony’s hips, your eyes rolled up in your head, and you bit down on your lower lip to stifle another outburst. 

This is not what you’d anticipated when you’d fallen into bed with the notorious mafia king of New York, but over time you’d become addicted to him, to how he made you feel, and you’d do anything for him.  Which apparently now included being his personal stress relief during business meetings. 

In front of everybody.

And it’s not that you didn’t care. In fact, that was the problem. You absolutely did care and got off on it. Got off on the fact that Tony could reduce you to a pliant receptacle for his cum in front of his men, and barely anyone batted an eyelid. He treated you like a possession in public, and you thanked him for it. And in private, he treated you like a princess. Feted and coddled you. It didn’t matter if no one else could understand your dynamic; you were happy.

While Tony, Steve, and Bucky discussed the mundane minutiae of the business, you sank into your happy place, naked body bouncing slightly on the table, your cunt being stretched wide by Tony’s cock.

You pressed your fist into your mouth as you came, legs and body trembling, but Tony continued without giving any outward indication that he’d noticed. He wasn’t finished yet, and that’s all that mattered, so there would be no point complaining if you started to get overstimulated.

However, when Tony pulled out of your weeping pussy, you raised your head in confusion. Realisation was swift though, when he flipped you over.

“Just keep that pretty head empty. I was just getting bored of the view and thought I’d treat Steve and Bucky to the sight of your tits bouncing.”

You bit back a groan as Tony started up his thrusts again. How the mob boss could ruin you like this but still keep a head cool enough to discuss business, you didn’t know. His broad hands gripped your waist, pulling you up and down his cock, like the living cock-sleeve you were. Your own hands gripped the edge of the table to stop yourself from slipping up it; you really didn’t want a contact burn on your ass again.

“There we go - a much better view.”

You closed your eyes as you took the exquisite pounding, knowing full well that Bucky would be taking the opportunity to leer, the opposite of Steve, who would be trying to look anywhere, but at you. It was an open secret that Tony’s number 2 was sweet on you, making sure you were never in danger and fulfilling every request you made of him. When Tony was in a mood, in his private rooms, he’d tease you about it, ask you if you thought Steve could fuck you as good as him, edging you over and over until you were crying that Tony was the only one for you, the only one you wanted or needed.

It was true too. Steve would never be able to give you what you craved, treat you like you needed. He was far too nice, too much of a gentleman. Tony had moulded, or possibly broken, something inside of you now. Something that craved to be used like this.

You came again, unable to contain your shout this time, and you heard Bucky snigger before Tony’s beringed fingers slapped you across your cheek, making you clench down on his cock.

“Shhh, I’ve told you. Just cos you’re a slut doesn’t mean we all need to know about it. You distracted Steve again.”

Tony hooked two of his fingers into your mouth, and you started to suck on them.

“Now say you’re sorry…”

“M sobby Steeb.” 

Saliva ran out of your mouth as Tony withdrew his digits, and he wiped the wetness from them across your cheek before patting it surprisingly gently and continuing with his relentless fucking. 

You knew it wouldn’t be long now, though. You knew his tells as sure as he knew yours. His fingers were gripping you just that little bit tighter, his thrusts a little harsher, and his breathing a bit heavier. You concentrated on squeezing him, helping to move him closer and closer to his high. When he drew his lower lip in between his teeth you smiled to yourself, clenching down and milking him with your muscles as he spilled into you with a low grunt.

As soon as he finished he was pulling out of you and tucking himself away, moving around the conference table to take a closer look at Steve’s charts and tables. You followed his movements and caught Bucky’s eye as he winked at you. You pointedly ignored him.

“Peter.” The young man who’d been nonchalantly leaning up against the wall, studying his manicure, perked up at the sound of Tony’s voice.

“Yes, Sir?”

His cropped muscle tee and booty shorts showed off his smooth skin and lithely muscular form. He was the only other man allowed to touch you, helping you to warm Tony’s bed and provide him with the sexual variety and entertainment he craved.

Tony wafted his hand in your general direction without sparing you a glance.

“Take my toy upstairs, will you? Get it cleaned up?”

Peter looked down at you, at where you still lay on the conference table, naked, legs splayed and cunt dripping cum, and licked his lips.

“Not a problem, Sir. It would be my pleasure.”

He picked you up with ease, popping you over his shoulder, and left the room, uncaring of Tony’s cum trailing over his shirt, too occupied with groping your ass. You squeezed his in return.

“You looked like you were jealous, Petey…”

“Naa. It’ll be my turn tomorrow, then you’ll get to clean me up.”

You smiled. It was an unconventional life, but it was the one you had.

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[bellestalesoffiction]

Clean Love ch. 2

Pairing: Eventual Mob!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a swear here or there, minor shit talk

Summary: She’s a city girl, an artist with a day job, because how else is she gonna pay the bills. She cleans for Tony Stark’s offices, one day she has the pleasure of cleaning up a mess made by the most feared boss in all of New York, Steve Rogers.

A/N: This one is a little bit shorter, I hope you all enjoy it! Due to working full time and stuff at home causing me to be the only person home in the evenings for my sisters it might take a bit longer between updates than I’d like. Originally I wanted to post this back on Saturday. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Part 1 

“The Cleaner is here”

You weren't the most comfortable in the spotlight, in fact you often preferred not to be the center of attention. The center of attention was always Felicia, that bitch. You stepped into the room, a small nervous smile on your lips, because of course Mr. Stark had company, large company too. You glanced at the men, both to the right in the room, one standing the other sitting, both smoking. 

The one that sat had dark hair and cold blue eyes, the hand holding the cigarette to his lips seemed to glint in the sunlight. A second glance at his hand and yup, ok he has a hand made of metal! Fun… you do not wanna be on his bad side. The other man stood tall, back straight as a ruler. His features were both sharp and soft at the same time, hair golden against the dark grey office walls. 

His eyes, like the man beside him on the couch, were blue, a different blue though. His eyes, like his features, were soft and hard at the same time, on top of that they were a beautiful shade, one that rivaled the sky above the oceans, maybe almost as clear as the Caribbean seas. Not that you had seen said waters except in photos, but still you could compare just fine and dream. Those eyes were something you wanted to paint, the shade of blue so stunning it made your stomach flip. 

“You aren’t Hardy, where is she? And who the fuck are you?” Mr. Stark stood and moved around his desk, forcing your eyes to move back to him. The tone of his voice startled you, causing you to flinch slightly. 

Swallowing hard, you met his eyes pulling back your shoulders and correcting your posture, “I’m sorry Mr. Stark, Felicia went home about 20 minutes ago with the other cleaners. She had a previous engagement and asked me to cover for her.”

He nodded, “And who the hell are you?”

“Y/n L/n sir, I’ve worked here for the past two years as a cleaner.” Stark nodded and sat back down. He frowned thinking, looking over at the tall blond. 

The blond put out his cigarette, “Buck, go collect Ms. Hardy for us please. Ms. L/n, we’d appreciate it greatly if you’d clean up that little mess we made. I apologize for all the inconveniences with this.”

You blushed softly, god DAMN! His voice was soft and smooth, it was amazing and you wanted to hear him say your name again. You nodded and headed to the desk setting down your cleaning bucket and kneeling down to work. The dark haired man stood and made his way out of the room. You took out a bottle with a slightly watered down bleach and sprayed down the blood wiping at it with a rag. 

Mr. Stark walked over to the other man and whispered with him. While cleaning and scrubbing the dried blood from between the tiles, you glanced up at the two men. Stark had his back to you and the other man wasn’t facing you, more so he stood perpendicular to your line of sight, with his shoulder facing you, he took a long drag of the cigarette between his thick digits.

Stark had a hand on the larger man’s shoulder, “Steve, we don't hurt women remember,” Stark was bad at whispering. You could hear them even if you weren't trying. Your eyes fell back to the floor, scrubbing at a stubborn spot. 

“We aren’t Tony, just scaring her. She knows the rules as a supervisor. She isn’t supposed to send others to do her job, when you call her she needs to be here.” the larger man, Steve, spoke hushed, a better whisper than Stark could manage. You could feel this Steve guys eyes on you, it made you scrub faster pushing up the sleeves on your uniform to scrub harder at the last spot.

You applied more pressure to get between the tiles and hissed quietly as your knuckles caught the edge of one of them. You yanked your hand away shaking it off and dropping the rag. It didn't break the skin and you weren’t bleeding, so that was good, but the skin was still red and a little ripped. My own damn fault for not wearing gloves, you thought, I’m almost done and then I can go home and paint and forget all of this. 

“You alright doll?” his voice called over, mild concern lacing his disinterested tone.

“I I’m fine sir, almost done and then I'll be out of your hair. No problems.” You stumbled through your words, his presence was intimidation and powerful, yet also comforting at the same time. You kept your focus on the floor picking up the rag with your other hand, grabbing blindly at your bottle of cleaner and spritzing the spot once more to scrub.

A pair of pointed oxfords came into your line of sight, stopping your movements. Your eyes slowly followed the shoes up the man's legs, past his slim hips, to his broad shoulders and finally meeting those piercing blue iris’. His face was even more handsome close up, Steve moved to kneel down in front of you, his body still large and looming.

He held out his hand, “You scraped your knuckles, let me see, doll.”

You blushed harder at the pet name, it was cute and old fashioned, but sweet. Slowly you reached out to his hand placing your ‘injured’ hand in his, “I’m fine really sir, just a scrape like you said. I I’m all done cleaning up the floor, I I can leave and go now. I promise I wont say a word to anyone.”

You thought the man in front of you was the most beautiful you’d ever seen, but the way he and Mr. Stark spoke about wanting to hurt and scare Felicia, about wanting to teach her a lesson made you realize that you should in no way shape or form want to be associated with them besides as their legal employee. A soft chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts, you glanced at his lips that were curled in a smile before taking in his face. This Steve looked amused by your words and shy demeanor. 

“Of course, why don’t you go gather your things and wait in the lobby. I’d like to give you a ride home, another apology for the inconvenience and stress Ms. Hardy has caused you this evening.” he smiled charmingly, god you could’ve sworn his teeth just did one of those cheesy commercial sparkles. 

You nodded quietly, figuring a ride in a warm car would be better than the 10 block walk and 5 minute train ride back to your dingy apartment, “Thank you Mr. uhm..”  you sat there looking at him for a moment, still having no idea who the hell the man in front of you was. 

“Rogers, Steven Rogers. Pleasure to help such a pretty dame as yourself,” he helped you to your feet and put your things into your little bucket and handed it over to you. Taking it quietly you broke eye contact realizing who exactly was offering you such sweet words and a warm ride. 

“Thank you Mr. Rogers.”

“It’s no problem doll,” he looked to the door as someone pushed it open, “ Perfect timing Sam, please go with Ms. L/n to gather her things. I’ll meet you both in the lobby in 10”

“Sure thing boss.” You looked over to see who would go with you. He was a kind looking man with a hard set face, handsome and tall nonetheless, his eyes filled with mischief and more warmth than you would've thought. You stepped away from the intimidating blond and towards the door when Stark called your name.

“Y/n, tomorrow I’d like you to report straight to my office once you’ve punched in for the day.”

“Y-yes sir, Mr. Stark.” with that you scurried out of the door back to the service elevator with this Sam character trailing behind you.

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Sinister (Bucky x reader)

The arrangement part 2

authors note: hey guys thank you so much ! for the amazing feedback on my fic! I appreciate it so much so here you guys go I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

word count: 2.1

warnings: abuse not to detailed though

Y/N and James had been hanging out in the safety of the Stark’s resident more often, Y/N father was kinda paranoid as to what his enemies could do. Y/N had convinced him one weekend to sleepover while your dad was doing ‘business’ and watched Harry Potter with James. You were completely lost in one of the scenes you didn’t even notice James watching you with so much admiration in his eyes. “James are you watching this is when Dumbledore thinks Harry put his name in the Goblet of Fir-” you stopped mid-sentence because he was just smiling at you. “What? Oh my gosh I probably sound like such a geek to you don’t I?” James just chuckled, “No, not a geek at all. Im getting super nerdy vibes though.” Y/N gasped at James and hit him lightly on the arm before resting it there. “Wow James I had no idea you were so strong.” You gripped his arm and sat on his lap. Because of the oversized t-shirt you had on, your warmth was right above James cock but there was a pair of sweatpants in between the two of you. Bucky’s eyes got darker as you slowly moved back and forth on top of him. “Princess if you keep moving I won’t last very long.” James said, his voice deeper than normal. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” Y/N said knowing very well she was winning at this game. “Let’s get married.” Y/N was taken aback for a second, “James were already engaged, I didn’t think I made you so horny you forgot things.” Y/N winked. “I know that, honey. What I’m saying is let’s go to Vegas. I want to take your last name.” Y/N laughed. “Okay then let’s go.” 

Y/N hoped into James dark suv. And as the two of you just got on the highway you were getting frantic texts from your father. “Ugh James,” James turned to you quickly before turning his eyes back onto the road “What, sugar?” “My dad is tracking me.” James laughed out loud, “I get where he’s coming from youre a diamond. Just call him and tell him were going on a weekend vacation in Vegas it’s not a complete lie.” Y/N shrugged and told her father just that and he belived it and told her ‘Not to come home knocked up. Because what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas it’ll turn two in March.’ Y/N gasped, “Hey I was born in March!” Your father just laughed and hung up. When you arrived at the hotel with Bucky you could sense something weird, something that was off. James noticed “Whats wrong?”. Y/N looked up at him, “Nothing” she smiled. ‘Yea it’s nothing’ she told herself. 

James’ Pov

That night the two of you got dressed to go to the chapel and be married by Elvis Presley. James wanted to surprise his fiancé with some of her favorite flowers. So when he got a call from the lobby asking if someone could come down and sign for the flowers, he was just heading into the shower so he asked you to go, saying it was postmates or something. 

Y/N’s pov 

Y/N didn’t question it and went down to the lobby. As she signed for the flowers the delivery guy kept flirting with her. “So what’s a pretty little dime like you doing alone in Vegas?” “I’m not alone.” Is all that Y/N wanted to tell this sleeze, but he kept persisting. “Im here to get married okay weirdo.” Y/N started to walk away when the guy told her to come outside to pick up the flowers she reluctantly followed him. ‘It’s a crowded Vegas hotel what’s gonna happen’ she thought. As she bent down to get the flowers, a spray went into her face, “Hey wh-” Y/N tried saying before she fainted into the delivery guys’ arms. She was placed in the back of an SUV before blacking out completely. 

James’ pov

“Y/N? Y/N did you like the flowers?” James said as he stepped out of the shower. He looked around the room for you but couldn’t find just then the phone rang. “Hello?” “Ah James. Funny of you to think I’d give up my ‘babysitter’ so easily. Y/N is a real gem. I’m not letting her get married to you.” James panicked, ‘babysitter?’. Then it clicked. “Rogers. You sick bastard. You let my fiancé go right now.” “Oh please fiancé she’s just a little business ploy to you.” James was fuming but he had to keep Rogers talking knowing how much of an idiot he was he’d have to spill where he was taken you at some point. “Oh yea Rogers? What is she to you? Something to mark as yours? Last time I checked you were married.” Rogera laughed at that, “Natasha? Oh please she’s my nanny at best. I was waiting for Y/N to be at least 21 before I threw her into our lifestyle Barnes. But you just couldn’t wait could you nasty fuck.” James was gripping the phone so hard his knuckles turned white. “If you touch her-” “I’ll decide what I want to do with her alright? Maybe I’ll just tell her about all the disgusting things you did to get to your position, pal.” Rogers’ voice was dripping with venom. He knew what Barnes was capable of and was using that against him. “Let me keep her and no one gets hurt alright? But if you try to find me, then that future you wanted with a big family might be taken away from you m’kay?” James slammed the phone against the wall. He immediately called your father not knowing what else to do, Stark started to track your phone. Barnes was thanking what god was up there because you being such a millennial of course you had your phone with you everywhere you went. "Stark find her." Barnes growled into the phone. "Yea yea barnes you don't think i'm freaking out? she's my only daughter my only child at that! i can't lose her. you should've never left the house what is your problem, huh? you think i keep her locked away at home for fun?" Barnes was fuming. "You don't think i know this is my fault! You don't think i'm running through everything that could be happening to her right now Stark! You don't think i wish i was in her shoes right now!! i don't care what you think i love your daughter she's taught me that there's more to life than this mob bullshit. she's more than just a business deal to me she's my sun." Stark was silent, "Barnes we got a hit he's at the Mandalay Bay hotel. Don't go al-" Barnes hung up the phone. 'God you think i'm gonna wait for you goons? so you guys can talk it out or what?' Barnes thought himself as he opened the safe he had in the bank and pulled out a medium sized handgun. 'I guess this'll have to fucking do.' he said under his breath. "I'm coming princess and i'm hurting anyone who stands in my way." 

Y/N pov

     "He's gonna find you. You'd think you would at least leave the Vegas strip dumbfucks. You're only a few miles from our hotel." 'Keep stalling Y/N' you thought to yourself, 'give dad sometime to track you' Rogers walked in with a sinister smile, "Oh princess you think he's gonna come get you don't you? Daddy dearest can try all he wants i've got you. And that's all i've wanted do you think your father would risk a full-blown war just for Barnes to keep you? No way. You mean nothing to barnes, you're just a fucking plea deal." Rogers said as he slapped you when you started to protest. "Oh yea and what do you want me for? because this seems like a bit much just for a goddamn babysitter Rogers." Rogers chuckled darkly, "Oh you think this is still about just being my babysitter princess?" You spat in his face, "Stop fucking calling m-" You got cut off because rogers punched you, he really punched you and hard because you thought you die right there because of the pain you felt in your stomach. As you were crouching over your knees or as much as you could because you were tied to a chair, wheezing. He laughed at your despair, "Sweetheart even if Barnes tried to come and 'save you' he won't make it in time. ill ruin you so you know who you really belong to." You felt sick from the blow to the stomach and from him words. "Why? This seems more like a revenge plot than two rivaling gangs." Rogers stared at you emotionless. "Well since were gonna be together for a while let me tell you baby. Me and Barnes both grew up in New York. We were the closet of friends all until Barnes had to work his charm on MY girl Peggy. That bastard made her scared of me because he mentioned the gang i was apart of. all to get my sweet Peggy out of my arms to just steal her virginity and leave her on the curb." You couldn't believe what he was saying but it seem really because of how much it hurt Steve to talk about it. You really don't know much about Barnes to begin with. 'I know nothing about his past so i can't even defend him' you thought. You were beat and bruised all for a guy you didn't even know anything about. "Whatever he's told you it's a lie. He wants to get in your pants then you won't even be a wife to him you'll just be a play toy to show off to his friends." His words and beatings were really getting you, what if he's right i mean he already did it to one girl that you knew of. "What about Natasha?" You finally said. "Natasha agreed to trade with you. She gets barnes and you get me. Natasha's infatuated with barnes she would love to play house with him. And you're already so great with becca it works, my love. We work together." His words were starting to make a lot of sense. "Um okay. Ill do it just don't let Barnes see me. I don't want to see him." "Let's seal this contract with something my dove. Come give me a kiss." And you did and when you kissed him he untied you. And he lifted you up and deepened the kiss and that's when you heard gunshots and the door open in front of you. You hide in Rogers neck. "Get out barnes can't you seem me and my love are having a moment?" 

Barnes POV

"Get out barnes can't you seem me and my love are having a moment?" His whole world stopped. A moment? My love? That was his love that was his girl. But she didn't want to see him as she cried into Rogers' arms. "Come on can't you see she doesn't want to be apart of your game anymore?" Barnes tried all he could to steady his voice he couldn't lose you, "Y/N?" his voice shook. Slowly his angel lifted her head to look and him and that's when he knew he had to kill Rogers. Her beautiful beautiful face was broken, bruised and bleeding as she looked at him with pleading eyes. Then the unimaginable happened Y/N pulled out a small pocket knife and stabbed Rogers in the leg and went he dropped her Y/N came running to Barnes or so he thought. She ran right past him out the door. And Barnes was not able to be on the receiving end of Rogers anger so of course left too. But on the way out Y/N ran to Barnes' car ? Of course i'm not gonna question it Barnes thought to himself, I've got my girl back that's all that matter he thought as he drove his little diamond home. "Baby can you talk to me?" Barnes said. He reached over to touch his love before he heard her say, "Who is Peggy, James?" And Barnes almost stooped the car. How did she know about Peggy? Fucking Rogers what a bastard. Barnes was just silent as Y/N went to sleep after all her pains had settled. 

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[bellestalesoffiction]

Clean Love

Pairing: Eventual Mob!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a swear here or there, minor shit talk

A/N: I wrote this in the span of two days over 6 hours. I’m not sure if I'll continue with this, but I was inspired to write for the first time in years. Please don't judge too hard. Also sorry for the shitty summary! Feedback appreciated!

Summary: She’s a city girl, an artist with a day job, because how else is she gonna pay the bills. She cleans for Tony Stark’s offices, one day she has the pleasure of cleaning up a mess made by the most feared boss in all of New York, Steve Rogers.

It was brisk, just like any normal autumn morning in New York. Steve stepped out of his town car, fixing his coat, before heading into the tall building that held the name 'Stark' in large letters high in the sky. Another meeting with his god-father about one of many deals that their organizations made. Today would be a messy one, held in the lower levels of the looming building. Someone in their lower ranks had tried to steal half a shipment of guns and ammo, they didn't get far at all. Steve's right hand man and best friend had gotten the three who tried before they even left the docks.

Two of the three men were already at the bottom of the harbor, the third was currently on the lowest floor. Most likely the traitor was bruised and beaten into cooperation, or so Steve hoped, he really didn't want to bruise his knuckles or ruin his new Armani shirt.

The few people milling about the lobby paid no attention to Steve as he strode past. He nodded at the security guard on duty before heading past the main elevators and towards a back hallway to a private lift. It was one of two elevators that reached  the lower levels, the other elevator was used by maintenance staff and regular employees to reach the underground parking (not the floors below said parking  that Steve was headed to now).

The doors to the elevator opened up after Steve input a 6-digit code, he stepped on pressing the corresponding level switch before clasping his hands in front of him. There was no music during his decent, no soothing calming or annoying music, just silence. The doors slowly parted, opening up to a metal gate, on the other side of which stood James Buchanan Barnes, "Bucky" as Steve knew him growing up. The sight of the slightly shorter dark-haired man made the mob boss grin slightly.

"So Buck, how's our friend?" Steve smirked walking alongside his right-hand.

Bucky smiles, it's almost sinister, "He's about ready to talk boss. Tony's waiting right outside for ya, wants you in the room for intimidation factor."

Steve nods, spying Tony up ahead. He gives the older man a nod, showing his respect with a hand on his chest reaching for the other man's hand. Tony smiles and returns the gesture, pulling Steve in for a quick familial hug and a pat on the back. They step apart after a moment, "You ready?" asks Tony, receiving a nod from Steve. 

The older man twists the handle and pushes the door open, the room behind it was rather large, deep and wide. A single bulb hung from an exposed wire, the only source of light in the room. The temperature was low, cold enough to make your fingers go numb and just cold enough to see your breath leave your lips. In the center, just below the exposed bulb was a chair, tied down to said chair was a man, blood running from his ear, nose and mouth, one eye swollen shut. Tony approached him slowly, circling around him, just on the edge of the light.

"Do you know why you're here, hmm?" Tony continued to circle the man, getting closer to him with each step.

"Let me tell you why," Tony stood behind him, grabbing his shoulders tightly, making the man wince. "You and your little friends tried to steal from us." Tony motioned to Steve and himself, the former staying just in the shadows.

"You tried to take 250 semi automatic weapons and sell them off, to who? And for what? You knew that if you got caught you'd end up dead... what's so important you'd risk your life? Or rather who?" Tony smacked the back of the man's head, pretending to have a moment of clarity, "Oh That's right! Your wife, Georgia... She's pregnant with your first kid right?"

The man tensed, "You wanted to get her away from all this right? Set her up somewhere you wouldn't be found?" Tony began to circle his chair again.

"You never would've been safe you know, we'd find you anywhere. We'll find her anywhere she goes." Steve smirked, Tony continued, "Who were your buyers?"

The man glanced up at Tony before he spat at him, right in his face. Tony wipes at his face, turning and nods to Steve, giving him the que to take over. Stepping forward slowly, Steve grins, making his way towards the chair. The man's eyes widen, fixed on the knife in Steve's hand. He squirms and yells out, no one moves or tries to intervene as Steve begins to slice into the man.

"Stop! Stop!! Please!" Tony doesn't listen, watches the man's face as he cries like a baby.

"He won't stop until you talk... Mr. Rogers here doesn't take too kindly to people who take his things," Steve smirks, moving to press his knife to the mans cheekbone, "... maybe after he's done we'll send your head to your lady" Tony chuckled watching the man go white as a sheet.

"Please, no, leave her out of this, I'll tell you anything!"

Steve glares at him, pressing hard with his knife, "Your buyers names, who put you up to this?"

"S Sitwell, his name's Jasper Sitwell!", that was all they needed to hear.

She hurried up the street, jacket half on and a granola bar hanging out of her mouth. Her alarm hadn't gone off, the power in her building had somehow gone out during the night causing the events leading up to now. She had overslept by a good half hour, she had skipped her shower and a real meal, having time to barley grab a snack for breakfast before running out the door 5 minutes late already.

Weaving and dodging through the crowds, she made her way down a back alley stopping at a door with a pass card sensor. She digs through her purse, grabbing her Stark Towers cleaning badge and swipes it, successfully walking into the building.

"Hey Y/N, you're wanted for a mess on level 26!", one of her coworkers calls out.

She groans, "I just walked in, I'm not even on the clock yet!"

"Yeah and the supervisor isn't happy about that. She said it's your punishment" Y/N sighs and nods punching in as she quickly scarfs down the rest of her breakfast and tosses her coat on the back of a chair. As you can probably guess by now, Y/N cleaned pretty much anything she was told to clean inside the tower. She was one of 3 cleaning ladies, besides her was Wanda Maximoff and Jessica Drew. The girls supervisor was one Felicia Hardy, who once was just a cleaning lady like the rest of them. Felicia had stabbed the trio in the back and thrown them under the bus for her mistake with their last supervisor, convincing the hiring staff that she was the most competent to take over the position. The maintenance team knows Felicia isn't meant to be where she is, the position should have been Jessica's, Felicia just knew how to brown nose better.

As they say, speak of the devil and she will appear, "Y/N, floor 26 now! Men's room on the south end had two urinals that went out of order!" Felicia snaps sauntering into the room. Besides ordering her around, the woman made her way to the coffee machine for a refill.

Y/N rolled her eyes and threw her (hair color) locks into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. She turned and made her way down the hall to the supply room bumping into Scott and Luis, the two maintenance men for the building, besides their supervisor Flash Thompson.

Luis waves and smiles, "Morning y/n, how was your weekend?"

Y/n smiled and gave him the rundown as she gathered her cleaning supplies, groceries, another failed date and a dozen texts from her ex trying to get back with her. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Man, he just won't leave you alone," Scott huffed, annoyed for her. "Well if you need anyone to help you get the guy off your tail, let me know. I'd gladly offer my services."

Y/n smiled softly and nodded, "Thanks Scott, but I can handle it. You guys already fix the busted urinals on 26?"

Luis nods and makes a fake retching noise, "It's only Monday and already some asshole decided to-"

She cuts him off, "I don't wanna know, all I need to know is that it's fixed so I can clean the floors. You left the Out of order sign up right?"

Luis smiles sheepishly and shakes his head no. The man was good at his job, he could fix pretty much everything well enough, his only problem was that he often forgot about the cleaning crew and forgets to mark the areas that need cleaning out of order so the regular staff don't go in. She sighs, shaking her head, oh Luis. She picks up her cleaning bucket and pushes the mop bucket towards the service elevator and waits quietly.

The elevator dings and opens up, allowing her to step inside. She presses the corresponding button and waits, mind wandering to lunch and what's close and cheap. The elevator dings again and she makes her way off. The rest of her day is just as boring, cleaning more bathrooms and a few meeting rooms. Finally the day comes to an end, she heads back to the maintenance break room, only to be stopped half way by Felicia.

"Oh, Y/n, great, glad I caught you. Mr. Stark called and needed someone to do a quick wipe down outside his office. Security had to get involved and well, Mr. Stark doesn't want blood stains on the carpet," Felicia smirks at her, "Besides, it's not like you have anywhere to be tonight, or any night."

Y/n frowns softly, nodding and averting her eyes. When the young woman wasn't working she was making art, drawings, pastel illustrations and paintings even. She loved art more than anything, it was her passion growing up, helped her forget the harsh environments she lived in. Currently she was building a portfolio to submit to a few lower end galleries, hoping to spread her name and gain some recognition. Now here she was, stuck at work cleaning up after millionaires and office snobs just to pay the rent, pushing her dreams to the back burner.

Her supplies gathered once more, she heads up to the top floor, anxiously. She had never gone up that high, never had she been asked to clean anywhere near Mr. Starks office, normally that was Jessica or Felicia who took care of that. The ding snapped her out of her train of thought as she stepped out onto the floor cautiously. Giving the hall a once over she headed towards Mr. Starks office, his personal assistant should still be there if there was a mess to clean. The woman she knew only by name, her name was Natasha Romanoff. Ms. Romanoff had a particularly sharp eye for details and a 'no half ass' policy when it came to anything. Y/n had only interacted with the woman once, and that was when Felicia threw them under the bus. Now here she was, leaning against her desk tapping away at her phone.

"Good, you're here. My desk needs a total wipe down and when Mr. Stark is done he'll need some clean up on the marble in front of his desk," Natasha explained without looking up once.

Y/n nodded, "Yes Ms. Romanoff, I'll get right on that."

And she did, doing a thorough cleaning of the sides of her desk and the top, making sure not to move any of her personal items and work around the woman herself. Once she was finished with the desk and the floor in front of the desk she stood still, waiting for the ok to head into the CEO's office. Natasha finally glanced up at her, eyeing her in a very unsettling way. Almost as if the woman was peering into the very depths of her mind.

"You can go in now." Natasha nodded to the door and stood opening it for her. Three men were still standing inside, but quiet. "Gentlemen, the cleaner is here"

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[mrs-choi-aomine]

Part 2 ( ATGGGTH is the song I created the au around )

You could hear the grin coming from behind the mask. She pointed the gun at the man. He tried to back up as much as he could to only still hit the wall. “Plus... the birthday girl neva pays” white rabbit giggles again. “You should know Bacchus. Daddy almost bought your store my last birthday” She walked closer towards the counter, stopping halfway. The woman was still in the corner, crying and whispering to herself. The white rabbit turned to her. Some part of her felt sorry. Being caught between the crossfire. The other part saw the pearl necklace she clutched in her hand. “Those are beautiful…” The rose gold handgun aim shifted. And along came a bang. Delicately tiptoeing over and softly grabbing the pearl necklace, now covered in blood out of the woman’s hands. “Pure beauty” the girl whispered again, straightening up and pointing his gun at Bac again. “Ms..Ms..Ms..Ms Stark! I’m so so so sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you under the mask! I would have never known!...” the fat man rambled on again. “Oh it’s alright sweetheart..” The daughter of the deceased mobster of the century gently ran the end of her handgun down the man’s face. “ you couldn’t have known...and it’s Mrs.Stark-Parker to you now” Her hand slammed onto the counter, her pink stiletto nails tapping on glasses. “Now” she lifts up bloody pearls in her hand.

“Would you mind cleaning these?”

What if...The Avengers were a Modern Mob.

Part one

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What if..... The door bell ringed signaling two men ; dressed in black and yellow suits, walking into Apollo’s Jewelry Garden on Greenwich

[mrs-choi-aomine]

What if.....

The door bell ringed signaling two men ; dressed in black and yellow suits, walking into Apollo’s Jewelry Garden on Greenwich street. There was one woman in the store, talking to the owner of the store; Apollo’s grandson, Bacchus, Bac for short. Family ran business since the ‘20s. Ran with the wrong crew though. Apollo had stuck to certain sides and certain people didn’t appreciate his business. The two men with yellow blazers pulled the steel doors over the windows, casting shadows into the, now barely, lit store. “Hey! Hey! what are ya’ll doing?” Bac yelled at the guys who continued to ignore him. “Yo thing one and thing two are ya deaf?!” He yelled again, this time one of the banana looking men grabbed his pistol from his holster and pointed at the chubby man. As if on cue, 7 others; male and female dressed in yellow banana blazers and black t-shirts and dress pants hustled into fairly large jewelry store, however this time sporting animal masks. With guns drawn, they stood in their positions, one in front of each display case. By this time, Apollo was backed against his wall. The woman no longer standing, now huddled on the floor in a corner.

The door bell ringed again, accomiped with the tune of ‘La vie en rose’. A maniac in a sane body. A killer with an angel mask. Correction: a white red eyed rabbit mask. She continued humming as she closed the door, locking it with a key, unbeknownst to Bac. Dressed in a Yellow and Pink sundress, floral print being her favorite, with the Lulu’s tag sticking out of the back, the white rabbit delicately walked beside the glass displays, peering into each one. Once in awhile, a small tilt of her head as she continued to hum. “It is pretty bold of you to rob during the day” A voice finally spoke, breaking the soft humming coming from the white rabbit. The white masked slowly turned around to look at the other man behind the counter. “It’s Pretty bold of you to start talking” A light Essex accent muffled by the mask retorted back, slowly turning her head back to the display before stopping and pointing. “ I want those” The yellow blazer man in front of her nodded, lifting up his fist and made a punching motion. A robotic like gloves came around his wrist, knuckle and fingers on his right. With one swift motion, the ‘henchman’ punched the glass display into shards. The glove retracted back to wherever it appeared as the white rabbit grabbed the emerald necklace, holding it up to the artificial light. Throwing it towards the man in front of her as she continued her shopping spree. “ it’s almost like ya want to get arrested. The cops will be here any minute to get ya asses” Bac announced from across the room. The white rabbit laughed she nodded again to another display. “Oh really? You believe the police will be here to save you?” she turned her head quickly towards Bac. “The police don’t even know we’re here. And even if they knew, they wouldn’t do a thing for you. And you can’t defend yourself hmm? Looks like your gun is missing sweetheart” she giggled as she stopped and stared at the most gorgeous diamond necklace she’s ever seen in New York. She’s seen better but nothing this close to her home. She aggressively tapped on the glass until the man next to the glass display smashed it. “ oh look how lovely it is! Do you believe Peter will like it, Clint?” The rabbit raised it’s head to the taller bird masked man as he nodded. “Oh yes, this will do! “ She latched the necklace around her neck and an audible sigh was released. “Doesn't it look wonderful on me, Mr.Bac?” The mocha skinned rabbit spun towards the taller man, still back against the wall but whose arms were folded. “It WOULD look nice if you paid for it! Besides all these cameras are probably sending data to whoever to find you idiots.” He scoffed, pushing his confidence above absolute fear. The rabbit lifted her skirt rapidly and pulled a gun out of the holster. With quick glances from the previous stroll around the store, she memorized where all the cameras. One gunshot rang off. Then it was another one. Then another. All the tvs and cameras destroyed in not even 30 seconds. “Not those cameras right?”

Part two..

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Part 2 ( ATGGGTH is the song I created the au around ) You could hear the grin coming from behind the mask. She pointed the gun at the man.