Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Cell Doors

You walked through The Raft, earbuds in your ears as you made your way to one cell.

Bucky Barnes.

It was an opened cell, a cell where you could reach your hands through and hold his hand.

He was lucky.

The others prisoners couldn't hold their loves.

You knew the way to his cell like the back of your hand, taking 3 lefts and a right.

The hallway was dimly lit, and Bucky was hunched in a corner, eyes puffy from non-stop crying.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to sobs that were threatening to erupt from your throat.

"Bucky?" You whispered, voice cracking, as you sat on the ground.

He whimpered, looking at you, eyes widening as he crawled over to you.

You opened your arms, and as best as he could, he wrapped his arms around you.

You leaned against the bars, and he did too, until your foreheads slightly touched.

You pulled out your earbuds, tangling your fingers in his hair, and he whimpered, tears running down his face.

"I didn't do it," Bucky whispered.

"Shh," You said. "I know."

"I didn't do it," Bucky said, again, a little more sadly, as more tears ran down his face.

"I know, I know," You said. "Just a little more time, Buck."

"But I don't wanna wait," Bucky said. "I want to be free and be with you . Why can't anyone understand that?"

Your heard shattered.

Straining, you were able to place a feather-ly kiss on his forehead, and he grumbled, holding you closer.

"Because I'm done breaking rules," You said. "Just wait a little longer, Buck. Then I promise we can be together, forever."