Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Heads Will Roll

A/n: You know this part (Picture above), where Bucky is getting his arm repaired and looks so sad? I've always wanted to write an imagine with it so here we are :)

You were Bucky's "butler"/repairer.

Little did you know that Bucky was madly in love with you, but he thought he didn't deserve anyone.

He stared at you, as you worked on his metal arm, taking as much time as possible, to spend time with him.

"Y/n?" He said, quietly.

"Hmm?" You said, placing a tool down and grabbing another one.

"Thank you," He whispered.

You looked at him, and smiled.

Placing down your tool, you moved your stool so you were sitting in front of him.

He looked at you, sadness in his eyes.

He was hurt.

Softly and carefully, you reached your hands up, tangling your fingers through his hair.

His breath hitched, but soon enough, he leaned into your comfort.

You continued to run your fingers through his hair, as he looked at you.

"I don't deserve this," He said, moving his real arm to grab your wrist, but you stayed.

"You deserve the whole world Bucky," You said. "The Winter Soldier isn't you. It's a whole 'nother person."

You smiled.

"But I love Bucky," You whispered.

Bucky's eyes widened, tears threatening to roll down his cheeks if you didn't use your thumbs to wipe them away.

"You love me?" He whispered.

You nodded.

"But I can't love him until he accepts that the Soldier is not him," You said. "You need to accept that you aren't a monster."

Bucky tilted his head.

"But I am," He said.

Your smile faded.

You continued to caress his scalp.

"No," You said. "I love you, Bucky. But please accept the soldier isn't you."

Bucky slowly nodded.

You untangled your fingers from his hair, and cleaned up your supplies.

"C'mon," You said. "It's time to go back to your room."

Bucky hesitated, before slowly standing up and putting on his white shirt that said "Soldier", on the back.

As you opened the door, he grabbed your hand with his.

You smiled, following his tall body to his room.

You helped him into bed, removing his shirt so he can sleep.

"Goodnight," You whispered.

"Stay," He grumbled.

"Bucky, I can't," You said.

Bucky pouted.

"Please," He said.

Sighing, you locked his door, changing into a new pair of clothing from your cabinet in his room, before climbing into bed.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his bare chest.

He slowly, shakily, kissed your head.

Shocked, you moved your hands back to his hair.

"Thank you," He mumbled.

"No problem," You said, slowly putting a kiss on his forehead.