Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.
Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.
Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark.
Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa).
Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow.
Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes.
Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde.
Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers.
Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson.
Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.
A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.
Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.
Silk straps pushed up her shoulders, the top of her dress dips down fitted to her chest, the rest glides down her body, falling in sync with her hips, a high slit up the side. Her hair done up with big, loose curls falling over her exposed shoulders. Pulling up the zipper on the side, securely tucking her into the dress. Grabbing a heel off the edge of the bed, she places her foot on the bench at the end of the bed, strapping on her shoe.
His eyes slip up her exposed leg, smirking when he stops at the top, where her dress exposes her secret.
“Really?” He chuckles, adjusting the sleeves on his tux, buttoning the cuffs.
“Problem, Boss Man?” She smirks at him, still leaning forward, putting on her other shoe.
He shakes his head, unable to stop grinning. “Nope.”
Straightening up, she smooths a hand down her dress, touching a curl watching herself in the mirror. “Besides it’s our siblings wedding day. You can never be too safe.” She smirks at herself, before turning it on him.
Chewing the edge of his bottom lip watching her.
Fucking stunning.
“Thought you were always safe with me?” He repeats her words at her.
Moving towards him, she adjusts the collar on his button down, dragging her hands down his chest. Slowly pressing herself against him, he wraps his arms around her, holding her against him.
“That’s something I’ll never doubt.” She presses a soft kiss to his lips.
“What’s the switch blade for?” He grins, leaning in to kiss her again.
She laughs, her head tipping back, he quickly kisses her there. A slight shiver runs through her. Bringing her head back, she moves in closer, brushing her nose against his softly.
“If hell comes for you, they better be ready for war.” She whispers between them.
Claiming her mouth quickly, roughly.
Adjusting my curls over my shoulders. TC holds my elbow helping me down the stairs in my heels.
“You have to see him, huh?” He smirks at me, knowing dark eyes watching me.
“TC, he’s my brother. I only want to make sure he’s ready and everything is perfect for his wedding.” I smile sweetly at him.
He chuckles quietly, shaking his head.
“Your mother will have your ass and mine, if you have bruised knuckles in the wedding photos.” He reminds me.
“No bruises, I promise. No fighting.” I assure him, patting him on the chest, with my free hand, the other holding my bouquet of flowers.
“You know they say you shouldn’t believe anything sweet coming from the mouth of the devil, right?” He laughs, leading me towards the groom’s suite. He knocks on the door, making me snort. I rip the door open, stepping in with TC behind me. The room comes to a stop, all eyes on me.
“Chaos?” Clint smirks at me, sitting on the window seal, smoking.
“Boys, damn.” I let out a low whistle, looking around. Steve, Bucky, Clint, Peter, Howie, my father and George all well dressed in tux’s, looking like the well-dressed mafia men they are.
“Could say the same thing, Darlin.” George grins at me.
Popping a hip, I give the bouquet a twirl, winking at him.
“Satan really is fitting for you.” Steve grins. “Looking ready to kill.”
“Yeah, isn’t this Howie and Becca’s wedding?” Peter laughs.
Rolling my eyes at them, I hand the flowers to TC.
“Oh just wait till you see Bec’s. Puts me to shame.” I sass.
Bucky tips his head to the side, nose crinkled.
“Okay, well I won’t be stealing the light from her.” I smile, waving him off.
“What brought you down here?” My father chuckles at me.
“Excuse me? I’m just a baby sister today. My brother is getting married.” I smile at him, moving towards Howie. “I just want to say my congratulations and tell him I’m so happy for him.” I look to my brother.
“Is that all?” Bucky watches me with a pointed look.
“I already promised Mom no fighting. I break that promise and we have to have a catholic wedding.” I huff, pouting slightly. The room laughs.
“Ruthless.” George grins.
“Catholic weddings are two hours long, for just the ceremony.” I whine.
“I know.” George grins. There’s something knowing, almost sinister in the way he lights up.
“Oh my god, Daddy Barnes, did you put the idea in my mothers head?” I blink at him in shock.
He shrugs, smirking at me. I turn looking at Bucky.
“Oh I so see where you get your underhanded bullshit from.” I crinkle my nose at him. He winks at me, grinning.
“You’ll behave today than?” Howie grins at me.
“Of course, I would never ruin your wedding.” I smile at him. He leans in to hug me. Wrapping my arms around his middle, I let him rock us from side to side. Taking in his warmth, the scent of my brother, the feeling of his tux under my cheek.
“Thank you, Smalls.” He kisses the top of my head.
Pulling back slightly, I smile up at him. “Of course, How, I’m so proud of you.” I pull back one hand, slamming my fist into his gut. He gasps, stooping forward.
“Hey!”
“Saw that coming.”
Howie leans forward, I smooth my hand down his back. Leaning in close to his ear.
“You ever, ever fuck around like that again, put my girl at risk. I’ll break your fucking sternum, Howard Stark. I’ll beat you within an inch of your life, and watch you suffer. Don’t ever fucking test me again.” I whisper. He coughs, struggling to breathe in.
“Deep breaths, big brother. You walk in ten.” I kiss his cheek, patting him on the back. I turn, finding the room of men watching me, smirking.
“Fucking Satan.” Clint sighs.
I wink, blowing him a kiss as I move towards TC.
“You need to meet the girls at the top of the stairs in five.” He reminds me, handing me the flowers again.
“See you down the aisle boys.” I turn smiling at them as I’m ushered out the room by TC.
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Standing at the top of the stairs. All of us girls lined up, Bobbi in the front, first to walk. I stand in front of Becca, helping adjust her veil.
“Okay, perfect.” I grin at her.
“Yeah?” She looks up with pretty blue eyes, painted red lips in a grin.
“Too good for my brother.” I grin at her.
She grins wider at me. Dropping my forehead to hers, my hands on her arms, squeezing softly.
“Welcome to being a Stark, Bec’s. You’re more than a wife. Worth killing for.” I whisper between the two of us.
“I always wanted a sister.” She giggles.
“Well you get three now.” I laugh, pulling back.
The music starts and Bobbi waits for her que, to start down the stairs.
“Keep your hands up.” I wink at Bec’s, straightening up.
“Watch your back.” She grins, we slap hands, sliding them apart, bumping the side of our fist together. Winking at her I turn back around as Wanda starts down the stairs.
“Welcome to the Barnes Family, Howard. No take backs, and good luck with your new wife and baby sister, they’re quit the team.” George laughs, the room follows.
“Hey!” Becca and I scoff at the same time.
“I just want to say, Bec you’re in for a thrill, us Stark Woman are nothing short of a surprise.” I grin at her. “We’ll need to work on your right hook though, it needs a blessing.” I nod, laughing as everyone else does too.
It’s the last chorus of the first dance. Photographer snapping photos, those around taking phone pictures. Settling back against Buck’s chest, watching our siblings in their married bliss.
It’s a clinking noise. At the wrong time. Drawing attention away from the dance floor, shifting to look, Bucky does as well.
“Well, well,” Eddie stands on a chair, holding a butter knife and champagne glass “looks like I’m too late for the any objections.” He grins darkly.
The reception coming to a stop.
My eyes hit blue eyes, worry flashes, fear lingers in the depth of them.
