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Winterhawk. Mafia AU

“Are you fucking kidding me with this shit, Lang?” Bucky exclaims, stalking down the main staircase into the mansion’s foyer to keep Scott from leading the sloppily dressed blond any further inside. “Walking a goddamn nark right through the fucking front door?”

“What? No!” Scott’s hands spring up as he steps to the side leaving a good gap between him and his new friend, which is only to be expected, really. Guy’s seen exactly what Bucky can do, all up close and personal, like. “Steve said to get the guy, this is the guy!”

“Steve said to get the fucking nark guy?”

“The guy from the bar!” Scott hastens to explain. “The darts guy! You know, Luis heard about him from his cousin Gabriel, who got the intel from that busty bartender, who saw it–”

Bucky flings his arm out into the wall, his metal prosthetic leaving a sizable dent in the plaster. “Cut the shit, Lang! He’s a fucking nark!”

Which is of course when Stevie decides to join the party, leaning over the second floor banister to shout down at them, “The hell’s going on now?” Scott spins around to plead his case to the man on high, meanwhile his nark buddy is shoving his hand in his hoodie pocket and pulling something out, so naturally, Bucky whips his gun out of his shoulder holster and advances without issuing a warning, ‘cause that’s the gun’s job.

But the nark moves quick as anything, spinning in under Bucky’s guard and flipping his gun out of his grip, slapping his other hand down across the forearm of his prosthetic. There’s the subtle whir of the metal plates realigning as Bucky moves to punch the guy in his fool head, but with a sizzling pop, the arm refuses to respond to what his brain’s telling it all of the sudden.

Bucky’s still blinking down in befuddlement at the little silver disk stuck to his arm when the nark pivots again, catching Scott in the chest with a roundhouse and throwing a damned knife Stevie’s way where he’s barreling down the stairs before the guy has Bucky in a chokehold, holding him up as a meat shield with his own gun shoved up against his temple.

Bucky sees Steve flinch back, curling in over his hand as he drops his gun, the knife following after it, but he doesn’t really process it. He’s still stuck on who the flying fuck just waltzed up in here and pulled the damned Winter Soldier closer to himself while looking to threaten Bucky’s Captain.

“Assassin, actually,” the guy mutters–purrs more like, his words ghosting over the skin of Bucky’s neck. “But you’re in luck! I’m for hire. Pierce ain’t paying me near enough to take out someone as pretty as you.”

The Recruit (Chapter 1) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, & Reader

Title: “Day 1″

Warnings: Some violence, sort of, slow burn (does that need to be a warning?).

A.N.: I have been quietly sitting back and reading basically every bit of fan fiction for a few weeks now that I can find pertaining to Stiles/TW/Mitch Rapp/Void/American Assassin, and I finally decided to throw my hat into the ring. I get so much joy from everyone else’s work and I just really hope you can all get the same out of this. 

Summary: Mitch’s fiancee, Katrina, was brutally murdered in a terrorist attack a year and a half ago. He had been hunting the perpetrators by himself for over a year, but finally came across the radar of Irene Kennedy, the Director of the CIA. She sends him to Stan Hurley to be properly trained at becoming a covert assassin on behalf of the American government. When he agreed to all of this, he never expected to meet Y/N.

Chapter One - Chapter Two

Originally posted by im2old4thisotp

“Who is he?” You asked Stan as you walked up next to him, looking out the window at the black SUV that had come to a halt in the driveway.

“I guess we’re about to find out, Y/N.” Stan said as he walked away away from you and closed the front door behind him.

You watched as the young man, clad in an unzipped gray hoodie, blue plaid shirt, black t-shirt, blue jeans, shaggy brown hair and light stubble talked calmly to Stan. He was handsome. You shook your head, breaking your concentration on his face, and walked away.

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The alpha knock on the door as soon as he got to Luca’s home. He had nothing with him except for a clothed self and a bottle of wine. He had a nice dark blue button shirt and nice trousers. This was a dinner so why not dress nice for it? Ennis didn’t like clothes. He would be naked all time if he could, but when he wasn’t naked he liked elegant clothes. He liked suits as much as he liked button up shirts. He wasn’t sure why, but if he was going to wear clothes it had to be the best clothes. That was for sure.

Ennis knocked on the door again and hoped the old man wasn’t deaf as well.