Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Bad Day

Summary: You have a bad day and the Avengers threaten to throw you out of the team.

Warnings: Self-harm

You thought today would just be a regular day. But noo, it was opposite of regular.

Bucky wasn't beside you when you woke up, which concerned you, until you realized he was out on a mission, and it was 12:24 P.M.

You were late for work.

Scrambling to get out of bed, you quickly through on an outfit, brushed your hair, laced your high tops, grabbed your bag, and raced out of the Compound door.

With an empty stomach, you watched as your manager yelled at you for being late.

One way to start off a bad day.

Then you spilled coffee all over the person next to you, bled through your pants, and decided to just go home. Your manager couldn't agree more.

You quickly raced to the store, taking off your hoodie and tying it around your waist, and buying a new pair of sweatpants.

You changed, and drove back to the Compound.

You were greeted by Tony and Steve.

"You guys are back?" You said.

"We were back in time for something important you missed," Steve said, his broad arms crossed over his chest.

You thought.

"Oh shit," You thought.

You missed the meeting with Ross.

"Oh my God," You said. "I am so so sorry. I was-"

"We don't want your excuses," Tony said. "You miss another important thing you're off the team. Avengers are replaceable."

Your eyes filled with tears.

You walked past them, walking past Bucky without even knowing.

You walked straight to your room, locking and closing the door.

You walked to your bathroom, pulling out your razor and cutting your arm multiple times.

You wrapped your arm up, before doing it to the other arm, then wrapping it up.

You washed you sink, your counter, and out the razor away.

You played (Your/Favorite/Song), while sitting at your bay window while tears fell down your cheeks.

It was like that for awhile.

"Miss L/n," Jarvis said. "Mr. Barnes is outside your door. Shall I let him in?"

"No," You said.

"Please, doll," Bucky said, outside your door. "I wanna talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about," You said. "I'm off the team."

"No, you're not," Bucky said. "They threatened too, but whatever happened today won't happen again."

You scoffed.

It was silent.

"Please?" He said.

You sighed, pulling on a baggy sweater that covered your wrapped arms, and opened the door.

Bucky stood, his face with a heartbroken expression.

"You okay?" He whispered.

You turned to close the door, but his metal arm caught the door open.