Romans & histoires Bucky Barnes X Reader Protective

************************ Dominic. "I should be out there protecting Cali," I yell, slamming my balled palms down on Xander's desk. Xander shakes his head, "Bane will protect her. You said yourself that you trust him." Xander repeats my words. I do trust Bane, and it's Charles I worry about with her.

Oh now I’m falling. Except I don’t end up falling. I’m being held by my very good looking, and now that I’m in his arms, very fit professor. He’s looking so worried and I keep trying to breathe because he shouldn’t be worried. He’s saying things to me. I can’t hear him. I slowly pass out. ----- “I’ll be there by the hour. Take care of things till I get there.” What…? I’m in what looks to be a room. And was that Mr Winston?

Bobby said to just me. Barnett heard Bobby growl and added. “No the Y boys as you call them are more like body guards or I’d say similar to white nights, Noble with their intension, nothing like the protectiveness or bond of a mate.” I didn’t like having all the focus on me. What was so special about me that I drew all these guys to want to protect me. I don’t feel weak or feeble. I feel like I can take care of myself if I had too. At least I hope I could If I needed to.

” “I don’t care what method she uses, my only request is only two things: One, prove that I did not interfere in the relationship between Bucky and Maddy. Two, prove that the comic was not created by me, and keep the author’s information confidential.” After speaking, Alina turned to look at Mr. Quitman: “Mr. Quitman, are my two requests too much?” After such a noisy scene, Alina’s request was indeed not too much. Mr. Quitman had no way to criticize Alina; he looked at Alina and solemnly promised: “Miss Alina, rest assured, we will fulfill your two requests, but this matter…”

Ben had finally been cleared to come back, and Emma just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Bane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Emma knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades.

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

He swallowed the rest of his drink and poured himself another, topping my glass off too. “No. I want you in my penthouse, but I understand your reluctance to move in with me.” His words warmed me. I wasn’t the kind of girl to believe in fairy tales. I always had to be the breadwinner, the provider for Hawk and me, but there was something so appealing about letting Bane take care of me if that’s what he wanted to do. His protective instincts were ingrained, but he was such a juxtaposition. Here he was, the owner of the largest gentlemen’s club in California—probably the entire West Coast—who acted and believed in such a way that was counter-intuitive to his work. He may have women surrounding

the man promises as the call disconnects. At the same moment the Alpha storms in, a look of fury on his face that has every nerve in my body shaking in fear. I’ve seen that look before he’s broken my bones. I try to move away, but Delta Xander notices and moves between me and the Alpha. Why is he protecting me? The Alpha will kill him.

I was in my naked glory and he had no right to walk in on me like this. “Scream? Please do, if that makes you feel better, you can. But I can assure you, no one would come to your rescue.” Bane said, with a smirk plastering on his facial features. The guts! “And why is that?” I asked, giving him the fiery look. My hands also instinctively went around my breasts, protecting them from his rapturing gaze. The other one went down to my front part, protecting it from him. “They would think their Luna crying in pleasure from how their Alpha is screwing her.” He mouthed off, taking a step towards me.

"Can you really protect me? Can you really keep me safe from organization with government backing and military resources?" I thought about the bikers club. About two hundred enhanced individuals in our region. About four hundred thousand worldwide who were connected through me. About collective strength we'd built from desperate survival. "Yes," I said. "We can protect you. We will protect you. You have my word." Dr. Chen looked at me for long moment. Searching my face for truth. For trustworthiness. For reason to believe. Then she nodded. "Okay," she whispered. "Okay. I'll help you. I'll give you everything. Just—please—keep me alive."