sebastian stan ; imagines

communication

summary: after coming back from a long mission, you find bucky drinking & try to get him to talk about it

warnings: sad bucky, a bit of angst & a bit of cute couple shit

It was pretty late when you had returned to the compound after your latest solo mission. you had intended getting back earlier in the day, but you had to tie up some loose ends & get rid of evidence of your undercover self in case you got tracked.

your feet hurt & you were slowly falling asleep as you walked through the place, carrying your duffel bag on your shoulder as you headed to the kitchen to get some water & a snack before heading up to your room.

but you didn't expect the kitchen light to be on prior to your arrival.

"hello?" you called out softly as you peeled your head in, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

after your vision focused, you noticed that bucky was at the table with a bottle of some of tony's scotch beside him. looking at the time on the clock, it was 2:56am.

"what are you doing still up b?" you asked, dropping your bag to the floor quietly before moving over to him.

as you sat beside him, he noticed your presence & sadly smiled at you before glancing at his metal hand & the scotch before taking a long sip, the liquid burning his throat lightly.

"welcome back y/n" he responded, ignoring your question.

"buck... how long have you been drinking for?"

"don't know... just came down here when i couldn't sleep... it's fine—"

"i thought you told me you were gonna stay away from the drinks... especially the scotch tony uses for his special parties" you said to him, taking the bottle into your own hands before moving it away from bucky's grasp.

"hey! why'd you do that darl', come on" he whined, trying to reach for the bottle but you grabbed his arm & pushed it away.

"you know that i'm tired from busting my ass off in a foreign country for the past 4 months, so can you please try to cooperate with me here" you said sharply, making him stop his movements & slump in his seat.

he decided it would be best for him to stay quiet, because he didn't want to have you worry about him. even though he had drank about half of the large bottle & his mind felt a bit cloudy, he knew you were tired & could tell that he could set you off if he wanted. so he closed his mouth.

but you on the other hand wanted him to talk.

"i'm not leaving until you tell me. it must be pretty important because not everyone goes breaking into tony's private liquor stash in his private room you know... not even natasha does that" you told him, trying to get him to stop giving you the silent treatment.

he stayed quiet still, the time passing as you waited 10 minutes to speak again.

"bucky... do you really not want to talk to me that badly?" you asked a tiny bit hurt, because he never stays silent for this long whenever he does this.

you could tell that he was struggling to answer, he wanted to say something but he didn't at the same time.

"well, i can't help if you won't talk. so i'm going to bed" you said with a sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder for a moment & looking at his face.