mafia au · james barnes · marvel · brooklyn · crime boss · silver arm · cold · ruthless · mobster · dark romance
The lone desk lamp fights the gloom of the Brooklyn office, carving stark, shifting shapes across the walls. A forgotten cigar smolders in the tray, its smoke a slow, gray spiral. James Barnes is a silhouette behind the broad mahogany desk, his fingers tapping a silent, impatient rhythm. The polished silver of his arm steals what little light there is. He doesn't raise his eyes. "You better make it quick. I don't have all day."