Marvel Imagines

|Sugar| Bucky X Sugar Mommy Reader

"Thanks, that was nice." He said, analyzing your outfit. "You're Mrs. (L/N), right?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

You laughed, slapping a hand on your knee gently. "Aha, yes I am. No need for formalities though, I'm probably your age."

"How old are you?" He asked, nonchalantly. "Twenty." His eyebrows hit up to his hairline. "And, married?" He asked.

You chucked softly. "Yes, and married." A smile settles onto your lips. "Damn, he's got you on a short leash. Not wanting to share." He once again bit his lip.

"I didn't catch your name." You said, picking at your nails. "It's James." He flashed a grin.

"James...." The name rolled off of your tongue. "Buchanan Barnes." He finished.

The girl arrived with your food, placing it on the table, asking if everything was okay, then left.

"So, James... What do you do?" You pulled out a pack of cigarettes from your expensive coat.

"I'm in training, for the army." He replied, taking a bite into his blueberry pie. "Oh? A soldier, huh... Figures with a body like that." You smiled looking for a match.

"Here." He pulled out a pack of matches, lighting your cigarette for you.

"Thank you." You puffed. "It's the least I can do, after all, you saved my ass back there." His embarrassed expression returned.

"Don't worry about it." You smiled behind the cigarette.

"My husband is always out. I have no entertainment. I'm all alone, all the time. It makes me feel good to help you out." You sipped.

He lifted a brow. "Then how do you take care of yourself?" He asked, not a care in the world.

"I don't. I have to wait, can't do it myself..." You mumbled. Your tactics were working, you walked out of that million-dollar mansion looking for a toy, you were going to walk in with one.

His face lit up. "I could do it." The corners of your lips pulled up. "Oh, really?" You said, tapping the cigarette, letting the dead ashes fall.

He seductively took another bite, humming an accepting noise. "I would pay for you." You said.

"Then, by all means, mam', I accept that offer." He said a little bit too loudly. 

[Present Time]

You were seated in your new car, courtesy from your husband. You drove slowly downtown, headed towards James apartment.

A couple of days a week, you would pick him up and bring him shopping, to dinner, or even just at your house.

James had gotten a new apartment, thanks to you. The old one he used to live in, was old and rundown.

You steer the car towards the driveway, parking it. You open the car door, hands protected by your leather gloves, and walk into the apartment building.

It was beautiful, it had wallpaper and chandeliers, which was perfect for your little boy that you, oh-so loved.

Walking up the granite stairs, you gripped the dark oak railing, headed to the second floor.

He was in apartment 32, the one that stood out next to all the others. You knock on the rich wooden door, waiting a few seconds before being greeted by him.