Sebastian Stan imagines!

Just hold me for tonight.

Setting: TFA.

"I'm so proud of you, Buck! Really." You were shocked at Steve's enthusiasm. Bucky had just announced that he was promoted to Sargent in the 107th.

And to be honest? You couldn't be less excited.

Bucky was your favourite person. The one you came to when you weren't feeling amazing, the one who snuck you out of your house just to see you, the one you loved.

"Y/N? You alright, doll?" Bucky interlaced your fingers and you stared down at his hand in your gloved one.

"Yeah. Just fine, Sargent." You winked. Bucky's smile could not be brighter. But yours wasn't as bright as he expected and you knew it.

You barely said anything as you walked around the expo, still hand in hand with Bucky but, so unaware of your surroundings.

"Hey, Y/N, you feeling okay?" Steve asked. You sighed, nodding, even though both boys knew you weren't okay to say the least.

Xxxxxxxx-Back at Bucky's-xxxxxxxX

"Are you sure you're okay, Doll?"

Changing into your nightgown, you contemplated telling Bucky the problem.

"No. I'm sorry, James. But, how long have you known you were leaving soon?"

He sighed. "A few weeks. Is that the problem, sweetheart?" You nodded and Bucky took long strides toward you.

"Listen, Doll. This is something that I have to do. You know that I've wanted to serve my country for as long as I can remember."

"Yeah, but Bucky, there's a chance you may not come back. Do you know how broken I'd be getting that letter? Your mother?"

"Baby, I'm gonna come back to you every time. I'm not gonna lose this war, because I've got you to come back to, Doll."

"Bucky, please don't go." Tears were falling down your face now, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. In small futile attempts to comfort your self.

"Darling, please. Don't cry." Bucky wrapped his own arms around you, trying and almost succeeding in ceasing your tears.

"Please don't go." Bucky sighed. "I can't do that, and you know it, Y/N."

"When do you leave?" You knew it was a mistake asking this question when Bucky hesitated to answer.

"Tomorrow."

More tears slid down yours, and now his face. "Well, Just hold me for tonight, Bucky."

"Don't lose faith in me."

"Never in all our lives."