Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Were you going for the head?

A/n: I just feel like writing a story where Y/n is a badass and Bucky is impressed and starts to fall madly in love.
(Sorta enemies to lover.)

Summary: Bucky is dating Sharon. You show off.

Also used some of Billie Eilish's lyrics for dialogue. (Italic.)

You spun a dagger in your hands, your feet on the coffee table.

You were wearing your black vibranium suit, your hair down.

You scowled at the sight in front of you, Sharon curled up to Bucky, his metal arm around her.

You stood up.

You started walking towards you room.

"Y/n," Bucky said, and you turned to look at him. "Start training. Your aim is terrible."

You scoffed, and tossed your dagger with a flick of your wrist, as it turned in the air, soaring past Sharon's head.

Bucky's jaw gaped with anger.

You shrugged.

"I was aiming for the head," You said, turning on your heels to walk away.

The sound of Bucky comforting Sharon made you angrier, as he kissed her head.

Jealousy.

You walked to your room, slamming the door shut.

You tore off your suit, slipping into sweatpants, crop top, and high tops.

You walked back out, and in the corner of your eye, you caught something Bucky threw at you.

You turned to see it was a butter knife, and you looked at him with a "really" expression on your face.

"Were you going for the head?" You asked, throwing the knife on the ground. "And a butter knife? I wish it was a real one."

"I didn't want to actually kill you," Bucky said.

"Aww, how sweet," You mocked. You looked at Sharon. "You better keep your head down."

Sharon looked at you with a confused expression, as you walked out the door.

You walked through the streets of Laos, your hands in your pockets as you wandered the streets.

You could only think about Bucky.

His eyes, his hair, his lips.

You wrinkled your forehead.

"Hey, kid!"

You turned around.

An older man, with two others behind him, came walking behind you.

"Do you know someone named Bucky Barnes?" He asked.

You shook your head.

"Can't say I have," You said, walking more forwards.

He was tall.

Probably about 6'2.

But you could take him out easily.

"If you tell us where he is we'll give you 100 grand," He said.

God, the things you could do with 100 grand.

"Sir, I wish I could tell you," You said.

The man stepped closer.

"You sure?" He said.

You attacked him, punching him in the stomach, having him hunch forward, then you kicked him, having him fall backwards.

You started attacking the other people with your bare hands.

When all of them were done, you had blood scattered on your crop top.

You ran back to the apartment, bursting through the door.

You dodged another knife thrown at you.

"What the hell!" You said.

"It was Bucky's idea," Sharon said.

"Bucky," You said. "Where's Bucky?"

"Right here," Bucky said, stepping out with a towel around his waist.

"Bucky," You said. "There are people here for you."

"That explains the blood on your crop top," Bucky said.

You tore the crop top off, leaving you in your bra and sweats.

"We gotta go," You said.

You felt Bucky's eyes on you the whole time as you walked past him and to your room.

You flipped him off, knowing he was still looking  at you.

When you arrived at your room, you threw on your suit, buckling up the chest, and tucking in your daggers.

You ran back out into the main room, opening the window and climbing out, climbing to the roof.

"Y/n! We need a plan!" Bucky called out form the window. "Before we attack!" He added.

"I have a plan!" You called back. "Attack!"

You could fee Bucky's eye roll, as he climbed onto the roof and sitting beside you.

You shifted away.

"I don't bite," He said.

You eyed him.

Taking out a dagger, you started spinning it around your fingers again.

"Tell me a fact," Bucky said.

"About?" You said.

"You," He said.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Thought you hated me," You said.

"Sometimes," Bucky mumbled.

You thought.

"Halley's comet comes around more then I do," You said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bucky asked.

"Spend one minute up here, you'll understand," You said, pointing to your head. "I now understand why all I people I dated left me."

Bucky scoffed.

"Because your dangerous," He said.

"Thanks!" You said.

"That wasn't a compli—"

"I know," You said.

You huffed a breath, staring at Laos, the wind brushing your hair.

You continued twirling the dagger.

"Y/n?" Bucky said.

"Hm," You said.

"I love you," He blurted.

You looked at him.

"No you don't," You said.

"Yes I do,"

"No you don't,"

"Yes. I. Do," Bucky said.

"You love Sharon," You said.

"That love is fake," Bucky said. "That's nothing special."

You scoffed.

"You were pretty protective when I threw a dagger near her head," You said.

He huffed a breath.

"That's different," He said.

"No, it's not," You said.

"You love me," He said.

"Nope!" You said.

"Admit it," He said, cocky.

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips.

Bucky Barnes loves me!

Pt 2?