sebastian stan imagines [ completed ]

•Bucky - Stay Alive•

A/n
Hi
so I have a backlog of requests all the way from March so I'll try and do as many as I can and as quick as I can.
This was requested by @valariamauro and I hope you enjoy!
Oh and by the way- I had a few requests for more Chris Beck and I wanna write for him but I can't think of a plot. If anyone has an idea please let me know!
-Hope
(Ps- you can make electricity - it's your mutation.)

(August 2016)
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"Move out of my way!" You were shoved aside harshly by a bulldozer with an arm that felt like steel. "Hey! Just say 'excuse me' asshole." You shout at the long haired man as he stormed off. You turned away from the stomping man and carried on your journey threw the Avengers base. "Left, right, right, right, straight, left." You remembered the receptionist saying. You knew that you were lost.

"Yo! Who are you?" A man pointed his finger at you dramatically. He took a bite of the Apple that was in his other hand and stared at you with his dark, beady eyes. "Mr Stark?" You tilted your head. He had changed a lot since you last saw him: his hair was greyer, his infamous goatee had been shaved and his face was now creased with stress lines. "Tis is!" He gestured to himself in an exaggerated motion. You sighed in relief, "thank god, I'm the new avenger." You explained while a puzzled look washed across his features. "I didn't know that we had a new avenger, what's your skill other than being sexy and gorgeous?" He winked. You didn't blush, instead you stood up straighter and allowed electricity to crackle in your hand.

"I'm well known for being superb at electrocuting sexist pricks who think it's okay to judge me on my appearance and the fact that I'm a woman, instead of my skills and knowledge." Your voice was casual while Tony's went up an octave. "Uh sure, my apologies Ms-"

"L/n," You finished for him, "Sergeant Y/n L/n." He smiles nervously before showing you to the Avenger's living quarters.

"By the way who was that?" You ask, looking down at Tony who was slightly shorter than you (mostly because you were wearing military boots). "Who was what?" Tony answered unhelpfully. You sighed. "Long brown hair, tall, his arm is as hard as metal?" You described. "Ah!" Tony shouts, "that's Mother Russia AKA Frosty the snowman AKA the Winter soldier AKA Bucky Barnes." You nodded. "Why'd you ask?"
"He's a rude prick." You answered. Tony hummed in agreement. "I'm supposing that he is an avenger as well." You hoped that the answer would be 'no'.

"Yup. He's one of the best."

*Time Skip*

"Barnes." You said coldly as you enter the gym to train. "L/n." He replied equally as frosty. You had been watching him (not stalking) and you had noticed that he was only a huge asshole with you. With the others he was either a small asshole or friendly.

You walked to the punching bag and quickly taped up your hands before you started to punch. The familiarity of the texture of the bag brung back happy memories of when you were training in the Army.