James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Who are you?

Part 1 of 2

3000+ words.

Warning: Cussing. Only like one word lol.

If there's any errors pls let me know.

You were sitting in your living room of your apartment. You were eating chocolate cake that you got from Mrs. Baker.

Ironically, she sells Cakes, Cookies, Chocolate, literally anything kind of Sweet junk food, she has it.

You sliced off another piece of the cake while you were on the phone with Nat. You were an Avenger, right now, you were home. Your dog Benji was over at the Tower with eveyone else since eveyone thought you needed a break. Steve decided the last two missions you went on we r brutal, you came back from one with bruised ribs and the side if your head was bleeding, then you came back from one and you popped your shoulder and had a bullet in your torso.

You were surprised on how you lived but you didn't question it. You liked the scars you get in battle, you liked how you came back with evidence that you lived and won.

"I'm just saying! You need someone!" Nat said trying to convince you to get a man, "It's good for your health."

"How is getting heartbroken and being left with tears and pain for days, good for your health?" You shot back licking the icing off your finger.

"Not all guys do that!" She spat.

"Ah, you're right! Only 99.99% of them do that." You responded sarcastically.

"Come on-" Nat was intrupeted by Steve taking her phone and talking to you, "Y/n? Where are you?!"

"Uh...home? Where you said I should be?" You said taking another bite of the cake.

"Get out of there! NOW!" He yelled.

You were about to say something when something busted through your window. It was the same guy that you fought on the highway with Steve, Sam, and Nat. He was wearing the mask and his weapons covered his whole body. You even saw the backup knife on his thigh.

"Ooooh, you meant run as in I'm in danger. That makes sense." You said getting up and licking your fingers.

"Y/n-" Steve called before the line when dead.

"Typical, what's next? The grim reaper shows up?" You asked looking at him.

His eyes were stone cold. No expression. He jumped and grabbed your throat with his metal hand. Tighting his grip on you and slamming you against the wall.

"Y-yep...I...totally saw....this coming!" You wheezed out grasping his arm for air.

His eyebrows furrowed as the words came out your mouth. The air trapped in your lungs was screaming to get out. His grip was tighter as you coughed out the air and clawed his arm trying to pry his fingers off your throat. You clawed his face and was able to take off the mask. You kicked his stomach causing him to let go and fly into the wall.

You dropped to the floor breathing heavy and gasping for air. You stood up and put a hand around your throat in the same position he had you in.

"That's gonna leave a mark." You said feeling thr bruising already start.

He stood up and walked twords you pulling out a knife. You groaned and threw your hands up in the air.

"Come on man!"

He didn't respond. He held onto the knife tighter as he swung but missed you as you dodged. He aimed for your head and threw the knife but missed once again. You ran and got the knife as he ran after you. You grabbed it out the wall and bent down as he jumped for you. He turned mid air and landed on his knee slowing himself down with his metal hand. You had a knee on the floor with a hand on the ground and the hand with the knife in the air. You looked at him and he looked at you with a death glare.