Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Therapist

Summary: Y/n needs help.

Warnings: Mentions of attempts of suicide.

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You sat in the therapist room.

Alone.

Cold.

Irritated.

Sad.

All you wanted was a hug, but you threw a tantrum, having Tony knock you out and take you to the medical wing. And all he and Bruce said was, "She needs help."

And so here you were.

"Y/n?" Your therapist, Jennifer said. "Are you paying attention?"

You rolled your head to the side, sighing through your nose.

"To be honest," You said. "No."

Jennifer shook her head, clicking her pen and opening her notebook.

"Seriously, the notebook thing?" You said. 

"You don't talk, I write," She said.

"It's passive aggressive," You said.

"Y/n," She said. "It is my job as your therapist to make sure you're okay and you're getting the help you need."

"I don't need help," You said, clenching and unclenching your fists. "I just didn't have a good day. We all get bad days, right? So, just because I had one bad day doesn't mean I need therapy."

Jennifer sighed.

"Perhaps," She said. "But Mr. Stark said it was terrible, due to your vitals."

"Bullshit," You said, having Jennifer's eyes widen slightly. "I just-I just couldn't. That day."

Your legs started shaking, and your voice cracked.

"I thought I had lost everything that day," You whispered. "I thought I couldn't anymore. So I took out a knife with tears in my eyes, pressing it against my neck. Until Tony walked in, and started yelling at me. I told him if he stepped any closer, I would do it. But, he knocked me out."

"What about your partner, Bucky Barnes?" Jeniffer said.

"Keep his name out of your mouth," You said. 

"Tell me about him," Jeniffer said. 

You kept silent.

Standing up, you took a shaky breath.

"I think we're done here," You said, grabbing your sweater and walking out Jeniffer's door.

Bucky stood up, tucking his phone away, but you walked past him.

You wanted to break-down. Right there. In front of him. Crumble into the ground and scream. Escape the world.

"Doll?" You heard Bucky say. "Everything okay?"

"Mhm," You hummed, turning around the corner and into the parking lots.

You got into the car, leaning against the car handle, sighing.

Bucky got in, taking your hand in his, and placing a light kiss on the knuckles.

"You wanna talk?" He asked.

"Just did," You said. "With a professional."

Bucky sighed.

"It's the best for you," He said.

"I can't believe you agreed to make me do this!" You said. "It was just one bad day!"

"Baby doll, you almost killed yourself!" Bucky said. "I can't lose you like that. I could never. Doll, I can never lose you, because I love you too much. I would die if you did that."

"I'm tired, Bucky," You said. "Let's just go home."

Bucky rubbed your shoulder, before heading back to the Compound.

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"Heyy, metal arm's girl is back!" Clint said, twirling an arrow in between his fingers.

"Hello to you too," You said, throwing your sweater on a stool as Bucky walked in behind you. 

"How was the session?" Tony asked, leaning against the counter, focusing on an iPad.

"Terrible," You said. "I'm done with this fucking shit."

"It's for the best," Tony said.

"That's what everyone tells me," You said. "But it really isn't. I'm fine guys."

You put on a fake smile.

"Y/n," Tony said. "Don't lie."

The whole team was now crowded.

"Fine," You said. "You want the truth?"

Tony nodded. 

"I hate this life," You said. "I hate everyhting about it. I hate my family, I hate who I am, I hate how I look, I hate what I'm doing, I hate that you're doing this, I hate that I hate this, and I HATE THAT I EVER DECIDED TO JOIN THIS FUCKING TEAM!"

"Y/n-"

"NO!" You yelled, at Tony. "I'm done with this life! I want to live freely and happily, but I can't. Because I'm locked in this cage where people control what I do!"

You stormed out, running upstairs, slamming the door and locking it.

You broke down on the ground, starting to cry.

You cried ugly tears, as they ran down your face, and you screamed sobs until your voice was raspy.

The door burst open, Bucky gathering you into his arms, his own tears running down his face.

He cried into your hair as you cried into his chest.

"I'm sorry!" You sobbed. "I didn't mean-"

"Shh," Bucky said, shakily. "Shh."

You cried harder, leaning into Bucky's comfort as he held you closely.

"Everything will be okay," He said. "We'll figure this out."

"I didn't mean it!" You sobbed. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I love you and I'm sorry. I love you so much it hurts me."

Bucky lifted your chin, placing his lips on yours.

"Please please don't leave me," He whispered. "I can't do this without you."

"You'll always have me," You said.

Bucky smiled, a sob erupting through his throat.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you,"

A/n: Been having a really crappy week, so I had to write something with hate and love. Love you guys, thanks for 4.5k reads.