Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Exo

A/n: Yayy, another Bucky imagine and get this, YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER AGAIN! But I'm running out of ideas, so please comment ideas on types of imagines you want! :D

Summary: You are having a bad day, so Bucky let's you mess around with his metal arm.

A/n 2: Bucky just recovered from being the winter soldier, so it's his og arm and he has his long hair.

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You got home from work to the Avengers Compound, eyes soaked with tears and hands shaky from too much pressure.

Groaning, you dropped your bag on the ground, climbing up the stairs. 

The Avengers sat around the dining table, the smell of spaghetti and meatballs filling the air. You rubbed your eyes, taking in a shaky breath, before heading to the dining room.

"Hey kid," Tony said. "How was work?"

You shrugged, sitting down next to Bucky, and leaning against the table with your elbows.

"It was fine, I guess," You said. Bucky noticed you were off. You heard the whirring plates from his metal arm, and he reached his hand to hold yours. You smiled weakly at him.

The Avengers stared at you.

"M'kay, it was bad," You said. "My manager fired me."

"WHAT?" Steve yelled. "Why?"

"Because I don't work hard enough, I guess," You said. 

"That's a lie," Tony said. "You work really hard. You always come home and usually skip dinner, and go straight to bed. What is he talking about?"

You shrugged.

"Go ask him," You said, standing up. "I'm gonna go to bed."

Bucky pulled you back into the seat.

"No," He said. "Stay."

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You sat in front of Bucky on your bed, with a dry-erase marker. You drew little stars and quotes on his arm, and Bucky watched you, smiling.

You concentrated on the heart you were drawing, sticking out your tongue and erasing it.

"Doll," Bucky said, chuckling. "Are you struggling?"

"Never," You said, sarcastically, drawing a messy heart instead. 

Bucky noticed how your eyebrows curved and your muttering.

"Hey," He said, having you jump slightly. "Talk to me."

You sighed, putting down the marker and snuggling into his chest. 

"I don't understand," You whispered. "Why he fired me. I don't know what I did wrong."

Bucky kissed your head.

"Absolutely nothing, doll," Bucky said. "You didn't do anything wrong. You're manager is a jerk."

You laughed slightly, placing your chin on Bucky's chest, as he looked down at you.

"I love you, Bucky Barnes," You said.

Bucky planted his lips on yours.

"I love you too, Y/n L/n,"