sebastian stan imagines [ completed ]

•Bucky - You are my sunshine•

A/n
Hey!
So I had a random idea and this imagine came out of it.
I hope that you like it!
(And a heads up- the reader is a dude in this.)

(July 2016)
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You rolled over to the other side of the bed when your phone rang out. It's tinny rendition of 'don't threaten me with a good time' shattered the blissful silence of the night. Your hand lazily felt around for the small object until you managed to grasp it and answer the call.

"Hullo?" You mumbled as you hazily rubbed your eyes and ran your calloused hands through your hair. "Mr L/n?" A smooth yet strange voice answered. "Can I ask who this is and why you are calling at such a stupid ass time?" You sat up straight and turned on your bedside lamp causing your cat to leap off the bed and scuttle away into the empty lounge. "Sir , my name is Steve Rogers. I've called you because my friend has been hurt and apparently you are his emergency contact." His voice was deep and sounded pained. "What's happened to Bucky?" Your eyes opened wide with panic and you jumped off your bed and ran around your room, grabbing clothes as you went. "He was shot." Was all Steve said.

Thick drops of tears escaped their ducts and ran down your cheeks at an astonishing speed. You sternly banished them away with the back of your hand and pressed the phone between your shoulder and ear as you threw on a jumper and a pair of black jeans along with a pair of dirty black converse shoes.

"What hospital are you at?" You panted breathlessly. The door slammed behind you as you ran out with your rucksack and car keys. "Lennox Hill. How long will you be?" You clambered into you car and put the phone on speaker. "About 30 minutes. I'm travelling from Brooklyn."  The angry red clock on the dash board read 03:26. You heard the man on the other end of the phone sigh softly. You out the keys in the ignition and set off down the road, taking a sharp turn at the bottom of your avenue to head towards the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Mr L/n, May I ask you a question?" His voice was slow and deliberate, as if he were bracing himself for something. "Sure." You felt uneasy as you sped down the streetlight lit boulevard past the gushing East river. "How does Bucky know you?"

You remained silent for what seems like an eternity (although it had probably been a mere two seconds). A light drizzle patted on the windshield while clouds drifted across the sky like oceanic liners crossing the Atlantic. The faint glimmer of stars and the all-powerful moon cast an eerie yet mellow mood upon the buzzing metropolis of Manhattan, a town alive with the heartbeats of the 1.6 million inhabitants. Across the river you could see the majestic beauty that was the Stark - now Avengers - Tower. It rose against the mismatched blocks of apartments and offices like a blooming lotus amongst the river scum.

"I am Bucky's boyfriend."

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The rain had become heavier by the time you reached the hospital. The drive to the upper east side had taken less time than you had guessed and as you ran from your car and into the reception, a strong wind slapped your across your face and sent your hair into a frenzy. "Are you here for Mr Barnes?" A well worn man, with a face the colour of milky tea, asked politely. "Yes, I'm Y/n L/n. Where is he?"

The doctor - named Dr Maunier - guided you along the endless white corridors that lay to where Bucky lay injured. Dr Maunier stopped a few yards away from a dull silver  windowed door and gestured for you to go forward. You nodded at the balding man and allowed him to go and check another patient.

Through the small window on the door you saw a bulky, tall man with hair the colour of lemons. His baby blue eyes latched onto yours and he stood up and opened the door. He shut it behind him and stood awkwardly in the corridor staring at you.