Marvel/ actor imagines

Bucky- princess

So this actually came to me in a dream last night. So now I'm writing about it! Enjoy :)

You sat quietly on a couch on the second floor of a run down office building. You'd originally been at a club that night with your cousin, Baron Zemo. The man you knew to be the Falcon said the winter soldier had broken him out of jail. You glanced around and looked over at your friends, seated on either side of you.

"What are we doing here exactly?" You asked. "We caught wind of a disturbance. We're waiting for your getaway car." The falcon, or Sam said. "Our getaway car? Is something wrong?" One of your friends looked up at Sam. "Everything is fine." Zemo came sauntering into the room. "There's no telling with you, Cousin." You stood up. "No, sit down." Sam stopped you.

You looked up at him disgustedly, before turning back to sit on the couch. Sam pulled out his phone. "We're keeping the three of you here because this guy is after you." He turned the phone around, and you looked at the picture on the screen. The man in the picture had thick black hair, olive skin, and green eyes, with a matching bandana around his head. "Who's this?" "The man after you, princess." "The what?" You stood back up suddenly.

You sat back down, biting the corner of your lip angrily. You didn't know what prompted this man to come after you, other than the fact that you were now next in line for the Sokovian throne... or what was left of it. You'd already begun your attempts in rebuilding the country, and your citizens loved you. But they hated your cousin. You were obviously grateful for the fact that no one had tried to overthrow you, but you couldn't help but be angry at the fact that your cousin was most likely the reason there was a maniac trying to kill you.

"Cousin, is this your doing?" You asked, glancing over at him. "No. He is of the terrorist group known as the flag smashers." He said. "The super soldiers? That guy looked a little too... fluffy to be a super soldier." You said. "That serum affects people in many different ways. You saw what happened to Steve Rogers." Sam said. His phone began to ring.

"Yeah." He said, answering the call. "Okay. We're on our way." Sam said. "Damn I gotta get this thing off of me." Sam shrugged out of the suit, revealing his falcon suit under it. "Are you going to fly us out?" Your other friend said. "Nah. But the guns are a good thing to have." He smiled. "Is he here?" Zemo asked. Sam nodded. "Who, the stalker?" You stood up once more, and this time neither man told you to sit back down. "No. The winter soldier." Zemo said. "Let's go."

The five of you made your way down the stairs of the building, your friends pulling out the guns from under their dresses. "Can't shoot?" Sam whispered. "They think I should be protected." You whispered back. "There's the car we're going for. You three are getting in the back seat." Sam said. "Where will you go?" You asked. "We have a friend." Sam said. "Is that where we're going too?" You peered around the corner of the building, seeing a black suburban sitting in the parking lot.

"Is the winter soldier in there already?" One of your friends asked. "His name is Bucky." Sam said. "No. He's in the building looking for the guy." Sam added. "Okay. Let's go." Sam said, ushering the three of you to the car. Sam opened the back door, searching for any stowaways. He handed the three of you a new gun, one that could easily kill anything in your paths. "Is this really necessary?" One of your friends asked. "Would you rather be dead?" You leaned forward, seeing a car pull into the driveway. "Bucky!" Sam shouted. You saw a soft glint outside the car coming straight toward the drivers side of the door. "Stay safe girls." Sam said, slamming the back door, and b-lining for the office building. You saw the drivers door open, and someone sat down, pulling the door shut again. He had dark brown shaggy hair, partnered with a slick black suit. You leaned forward, and looked at Bucky. He buckled his seatbelt quickly and pulled out of the driveway. He looked down at you, noticing that you were watching him. "Princess." He said. "You're Bucky, right?" You asked. "That'd be correct, yes." You leaned back to your seat.