Marvel Imagines & Preferences *Under editing*

bucky barnes

You pace franticly around the barracks, waiting for Steve. Bucky left for a mission over twenty four hours ago and no one has returned and you are getting worried. Steve said he had some news about him. You and Buck had a terrible argument before he left, and you feel guilty for starting it. You may have kissed Steve because you wanted to make Bucky jealous for kissing some blonde. The truth is you liked Barnes like crazy, and when he kissed or flirted with another girl, it kinda made you feel like he didn't care.

"Y/N?" you look over and see Steve walk in.

"So?" you walk over, biting your lip.

"Um," he hesitates, "Y/N, you might want to sit down." Confused, you sit down on the bed.

"Now where's Buck?" you ask, scared that something bad happened to him.

"He , um, didn't make it back." You roll your eyes.

"Of course he didn't make it back!" You say.

"No, Y/N, he didn't make it."

You stare at him, speechless.

"Y/N?" He grabs your hand, "You ok?" You shake your head.

"Is he still alive?" you ask, looking into his blue eyes.

"We don't know." You look down, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"Do you think he is alive?"

"It is highly unlikely." he says.

"He's still alive," you mutter, "He has to be."

"Y/N," Steve wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, "Even if he is, we don't know where he is and if we do find him, HYDRA will certainly kill him."

"He has to be alive. I know it."

"How do you know that for sure?"

"I'm going to find out." You walk out to the tent where Colonel Phillips, your father, is, Steve right behind you.

"Good morning sunshine." he says, smiling as you walk up.

"Dad I need the casualty list for Rosano ASAP." He looks at you, confused.

"Explain to me why you are giving me orders?"

"Dad, I just need one name," You look him in the eyes, "Please?" He groans and rolls his eyes.

"Just this once." You smile.

"Sargent James Barnes from the hundred and seventh." He points to Steve.

"You and I are going to have a very long talk, son." You roll your eyes.

"Dad!" you say to get his attention.

"Sorry." He flips through a book.

"I've signed more of these condolence letters today than I can count," he hands you a file, "I'm sorry." You hand the file back to him.

"Are you kidding? I'm not letting Barnes go this easily. You know where they are!"

"Y/N, I'm sorry but I just can't send out a rescue."

"Why?!"

"I would be risking to many lives!"

"Do you know how many lives are at stake!" you shout, slaming your hands down on the table, "The man I love could be dying! I'm not planning to let him go like this!" You look him in the eyes.

"If you're not going to send out a rescue," you growl, "Then I will." Leaving him speechless, you stride over to Peggy.

"I need you to organize a search and rescue." She turns to you.