So.
Sebastian Stan. This Romanian Cinnamon roll has basically kinda ruined my life. I mean...You know you're in deep when people say "You got a buck or two?" And all you think is: "Don't scream don't scream."
Anyway. This book is an imagine book f...
You and Bucky were on opposite sides for this. You didn't know being able to see both sides of the argument meant that you were signing the Sokovia Accords. You had originally planned to side with Bucky, because you had experienced similar treatment with HYDRA. They had brainwashed you and made you a weapon as well. You hadn't remembered the team completely for three years. But Bucky had orders to trigger you one year in, and you'd almost killed Tony.
"Why would I be on your side of this?! I was brainwashed! I was triggered into being...her, Again! And I almost killed you!"
"Y/N, that isn't you anymore."
"You saw how easily Bucky got into my head. You saw how he gave me orders like I was some doll. He's the only one who really understands what this is like. I can't control it."
"Y/N, listen. We need these rules. There are people - kids, who are dying because we're not careful enough." I scoffed. He wasn't listening.
"So you want them to put me in a glass box and just say the ten words whenever they need me? Hell. No. Besides, what if someone with the wrong intentions ends up with the book? What're Bucky and I gonna do? Just sit there and kill everyone we love? I won't allow it for me and I won't allow it for him. I may be on this team, but you can trust I'm sure as hell not fighting for it."
Before you got out the door, Natasha had stopped you. "You're leaving?"
"Of course I am. If I can't control myself, how can they control me?" You sighed, as she pulled you into a hug. "I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore."
"You won't, Y/N. You'll be just fine." You could've sworn you saw a tear run down her face. Besides You and Bucky, You and Natasha had been really close before you were kidnapped. "Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna find them."
_.-*-._.-*-._Highway._.-*-._.-*-._
You were driving the highway in Bucharest, where someone had seen Steve last, when just the man you were looking for jumped down and landed just in front of you.
"Bucky!" It probably wasn't the best idea to distract him because once he stopped to see who had called his name he was attacked.
"Y/N! Come on!" You broke into a run, not yet using the super speed HYDRA had given you, just to catch up to Steve.
"Hey, what the hell is going on?" Steve looked to you. "Since when are you on our side?"
"I have been the whole time, answer the question."
"Everyone's after Bucky. Cops, SHIELD, that guy in the black spandex. We just have to get to him before they do." You nodded, looking straight ahead. "No problem."
No, you didn't have a metal arm. But you had super strength and speed, and you could kill people with specific ways. Only using your mind.
You ran until you caught up to Bucky, and he didn't say much, only the look of relief on his face showed any emotion.
Once you had gotten most of the guys behind the wheels of cars into a state of unconsciousness, Bucky grabbed you, murmuring: "Hold on."
He pushed some poor Romanian guy off his motorcycle, flipped it and landed with the two of you on it.
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"Bucky. Please if we ever do anything like that again, warn me better than 'Hold on.'" You smiled as he let out a small chuckle.
Bucky kept going while you watched out for anything - more rather anyone, wanting to kill Bucky.
What you didn't see was the guy in the black cat suit come up behind you.
You winced as you braced for impact against the floor, but it didn't come. Bucky's arm was scraping against the street, making sparks and pushing us up also.
"That didn't hurt?"
"Like hell."
As we were leaving the tunnel we were surrounded by special forces, with nowhere to go. I tried to tell Bucky to turn around but the black cat suit guy demanded otherwise and we'd all ended up rolling.
"Hands up! Hands up! Drop the shield! Drop it!" I heard someone tell Bucky to drop his arm and I scoffed. "He can't just take off his arm, dumbass." The officers slammed Bucky and I to the ground, trying to cancel out the most dangerous threats.
