Marvel Imagines

Bucky- Intruder

It was around 12am when you heard something in your apartment. Fishing around for your bat under the bed, you watch the door with wide eyes. Once you grasped the smooth metal bat, you soundlessly rise from your bed and walk towards the door.

You hold your breath as you open the door, the metal bat raised in one arm. After slipping into the hallway, a grunt came from the kitchen.

Someone broke in.

You grip the metal bat tighter, sucking in a nervous breaths as you come to the kitchen. You peak around the wall to inspect the intruder, but didn't see anyone. The door was open, though.

Once you've stood there for a good minute of listening, you deemed that the intruder had left. After shutting and locking the front door, you turn around and gasp.

A man was slouched in the corner of your living room, grasping his right arm.

You both stand in silence, unmoving. His breath catches in his throat, making you curious as to why.

"Are you hurt?" You ask hesitantly.

He doesn't respond.

"I could take you to the hospital-?"

"No," He growls, shaking his head. A wheezing sound pushed its way from his lips when he leans against the wall.

"Then can I help you?"

"No," He says again, his face hidden behind a baseball cap.

You frown. "Are you going to steal anything?"

"No,"

You sniff. "You're a lousy criminal then. Breaking in to people's apartment just to scare them half to death? Sheesh. At least let me help you?"

He struggles to answer. "Fine,"

You nod, quickly walking to your bathroom and pull out a first aid kit. When you make it back to the den, the mans in the same place.

"Could you sit down on the couch?" You click on a light, watching as he grunts when he sits down on the furniture. His dark shirts stained red, smaller cuts are on his sharp jaw, and his right arms hanging at an awkward angle. That's just what you could see from the other side of the room.

"What happened to you?" You ask, slipping on latex gloves and walking over to him with the kit.

He doesn't answer as you sit down on the coffee table and look at him. He turns his face away, his dark brown hair tucked underneath the baseball cap.

You sigh. "Okay, don't tell me. But you're going to need to take off your shirt and jacket. Can you do that?"

This gets him to look at you. His blue eyes are wide, and his lips are parted. "No,"

"Is that the only word you know?" You mutter, raising your eyebrows.

He looks down. "You're not going to like what you see,"

You laugh. "What, do you have some tattoo of a naked lady or something? If so, I won't judge."

His eyes flicker to yours. "Promise you won't scream."

"Scream?" You say, confusion written clear across your face. "Why would I scream?"

He sighs, "Promise me,"

"Promise, cross my heart and hope to die." You say, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

He removes his left hand from his pocket, a glove covering the skin. When he moves to lift up his shirt, your eyes catch a flash of metal. Before you could ask about it, he tugs off the jacket, hat, and rips off his shirt.

His muscled chest had different sized shapes and sizes of scars placed randomly on his smooth skin. Your eyes find his metal arm, where the skin meets metal, and a red star painted neatly on the side. You smile at him. "What's the big deal? You've got a metal arm. I've seen plenty of people with prosthetic limbs. But yours, it's detailed so well, you could pass it off as a real arm covered in tin foil."

His eyebrows furrow at you. "You're not scared?"

"I'm a nurse," You say, grabbing a cotton swab soaked in hydrogen peroxide. "I've seen worse. This is going to sting."

He doesn't even flinch as you press the swab to a deep cut on his side. "Are you going to tell me your name?" You ask, wiping away the blood and cleaning the wound.

He grunts. "I can't,"

After you've prepped the needle and thread, you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and meet his eyes. "Well, then I'll call you... Sebastian."

He turns so you could begin stitching him up. "I-I guess that would work,"

The side of your mouth lifts up. "Yeah?" You begin to sew up his side, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You didn't notice Sebastian staring down at you in wonder.

You're the first person to show kindness to him. Well, ever since he's left HYDRA.

He was so caught up thinking about HYDRA, he didn't notice you waving a hand in his face. On instinct, he grabs your wrist and turns to you. "What?"

You suck in a breath. "I-I just wanted to let you know you can take a shower- if you'd like."

He lets go of your wrist and rubs his eyes in exhaustion. "I'm sorry," he mutters.

"It's okay, Sebastian." You stand and hold out your hand. Maybe it was the kindness in your voice, or the way you didn't show fear, but interest, when he showed you his metal arm that caused him to place his hand in yours.

You tug him to his feet, setting your hands on his chest to keep him upright.

"Why are you helping me?" He slurs, his hands on your waist.

You smile at him. "You seem lost. And because you broke into my apartment, I'm guessing you have no where to go."

He nods. "Thank you,"

You help him to the bathroom, saying that you'll dig around for some clothes for him when he stops you. "I-I should leave, they'll find me. They'll find you."

You frown. "You're not going anywhere. Not at least until you're able to walk on your own, okay?"

"Okay," he breaths, smiling down at you. He had a feeling he wouldn't be leaving any time soon.