Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Bucky Barnes - On The Run

Bucky Barnes x Valerie

Requested by @Cherokee_Rose55, hope this is okay, I switched it up a little bit but I hope you still like it!! Also I just got home from the dentist (I had a root canal) and I've been completely out of it all day as a result of the anti-anxiety meds they put me on. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or misspellings you may find, because I feel like I'm about to fall asleep again and my hands are shaking a lot. <3 had to get this out for you guys though. Hope you enjoy!

It all started with a knock on your front door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" You shouted in annoyance as you jogged to the front door, the person on the other side still rapping their knuckles against the wood repeatedly. You blew a piece of hair out of your face and yanked the door open, greeting them with a loud and angry, "What?"

Instead of being met by some door-to-door salesman that you could brush away and slam the door on, your eyes landed on a battered and bruised man, covered head to toe in black clothing. He carried a backpack on his back. The backpack was unzipped to reveal a plethora of notebooks ranging from torn and tattered to brand new and orderly. Your eyes widened as you gazed upon his hardened expression. His arms were spread out so he was grabbing onto either side of the doorframe, putting his fully metal arm front and center.

You moved quickly as you tried to slam the door and turn to run, but he was faster and much stronger. He slammed his metal hand against the door, pushing it back open. "Wait!" He cried desperately. You stopped as you heard the despair in his voice. Your eyebrows furrowed and you turned on your heels to face him again. Every muscle in your body tensed, ready for his attack.

"What do you want?" You asked coldly. His expression had fallen into one of exhaustion and his shoulders slumped, but you weren't falling for it. From the looks of it, he could snap you in two without breaking a sweat.

His intense blue gaze shifted upwards to look at you. He leaned completely against the doorframe, no doubt dripping blood onto the paint. You huffed at the thought. "I need your help. Please, they're after me," He responded weakly. You could tell that it pained him to say such a thing as, "I need help," and that was enough to make you roll your eyes.

"Who is after you?" You asked him, not daring to take a step forward. You were surprised that he hadn't forced his way in yet, but you guessed that he was trying to gain your trust first. He peered behind him quickly before turning back around and looking at you pleadingly.

"Please, just let me in. I'll explain everything once we're inside, but no out here. It's too dangerous," he begged. You narrowed your eyes at him, contemplating his request.

"Fine," you gave in, "but sit on the old brown couch and don't get blood on my carpet." He huffed in amusement and made his way inside. You took a couple strides to the door and peeked your head outside for a moment as you cleaned the blood off of your door frame with your shirt sleeve. You quickly withdrew into your house as you saw a few people rounding the corner onto your street. You closed the door and locked it, tugging the table next to your door in front of it as a barricade. Happy with this arrangement, you walked towards the living area where the mystery man was hopefully sitting. You passed through the kitchen on your way, snatching up a first aid kit and a knife, just in case.

You entered the room to see the man on the couch you directed him to, one hand clutching his bleeding side and the other fiddling with a picture of you and your family. "Hey, bionic boy, I believe you were going to tell me a story," you recalled quietly. He looked up in surprise and nodded. He patted the spot next to him after placing the picture frame back in its original location. You sat down in the spot he indicated and opened the first aid kit.