Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - We're The Same

Summary: You and Bucky are both Winter Soldiers, who stay in the same cell, train together, care for each other, and you are both there for each other. Mixed feelings occur.

A/n: Short, kinda bad, fluffy I guess :3

It was midnight. Well, was it? You couldn't tell.

Hydra was always dark. You could never tell when it was daytime, nighttime, or whatever time it was.

You sat on the ground, leaning against your cot, wearing your vest, boots, and all your weapons still attached.

You were alone.

Your cellmate, James Buchanan Barnes, was off on a mission. He was supposed to be back tonight.

You waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, you heard shouting, stomping, and praises. 

James came back into the cell, panting, and sitting down, across from you.

He didn't notice you.

"You okay?" You asked. He huffed, shooting his gaze towards you.

Clearly, his Soldier form was still on.

You sat down in front of him, and anger still flooded through his eyes.

You shook your head.

"What are they doing to you?" You whispered.

His eyes flashed back and forth, and his breathing softened.

You smiled at him, running your fingers through his shoulder-length hair. He grabbed your wrists, having you wince, but you kept your hands where they were. You watched as his heavy breathing died down, and his face softened.

"Y/n?" He breathed.

"Shh," You said. "All done, mkay? You're okay."

You continued running your fingers through his hair, and he looked at you.

"Thank you," He whispered. 

"Don't mention it," You said, taking your hands out of his hair. You smiled at him, about to get up, but Jame stopped you.

"James, what are you-"

"Stay with me," He whispered. "Please?"

Hesitating, you nodded, as he wrapped his metal arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

You were both sitting against the wall, bt you were leaning into him. His flesh hand wrapped around your waist, and you tensed. 

You relaxed into his comfort. 

It was a few minutes of comfortable silence, before James looked down at you, and you looked up at him. 

As if it were written in a book, you both leaned in and shared a sweet, loving kiss. 

It lasted for a bit, before you pulled away, and you both fell asleep.

I'm writing a really long Sebastian Stan imagine, with a really long interview, but I'll keep posting short imagines while you guys wait :>

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