Sebastian Stan imagines!

I'm not going to fight you. Pt.2

Y/F/N - Your Full Name

Y/N/N - Your Nick Name

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You were in a different room than Bucky. Even though you weren't speaking and neither was he, you overheard them talking. Something about "plotting a plan to escape" if we had been in the same room.

Still, you knew these cuffs wouldn't hold you if you had gotten out somehow.

Then, the doors opened, and you listened to the mans thick, flustered accent as he walked in. He set down his papers and smiled.

"Hello Ms. Y/L/N." You stared up at the ceiling of the cage. "I have been called here to evaluate you."

Still, you said nothing. You weren't going to relive all of the deaths of the people you killed. You wouldn't.

"Your full name is Y/F/N, no?"

You shook your head, finally deciding to talk. You'd humour him for now, just so he could get out of your hair.

"I remember them all. I remember how good it felt in my tortured mind, to feel their hearts stop beating in the palm of my hand. I loved hearing them take their last breaths and sometimes I wish I could do it again." You sighed, letting your head bang against the seat.

"But then again, I almost killed two of my best friends. I don't wanna do that again."

"Mhm, I understand." You shook your head. Stupid therapist, No you don't.

"You seem like a - uh, nice girl, I presume. But all of this sentiment does not matter to me." He pulled out the oh-so-familiar red book, and your eyes widened.

(See end for translation.)

"Ожидание, Сломанный,"

"No. Nononono." Slipping away from your own control was the worst familiar feeling. But he kept going despite your pleas.

"Девятнадцать, Рассвет, Исчезают,"

"Stop. Stop, please!" Memories of the Avengers were being replaced with the ones of people who had lost their lives because of you.

"Страшно, Три," After those two words, you were almost completely out of control. Half of your mind was fighting against it but the rest was controlling your body into breaking the bonds, and moving to destroy the door.

"Пропустили, Два." You were out. You'd faced the doctor, and tilted your head at him. It was like he was afraid to say the next line. "Слишком поздно."

You watched as his face began to turn red, while you boiled his blood. As he fell to the ground, you turned away, going to find your last mission.

Bucky.

Steve's P.O.V.

Great. Bucky was gone, and now so was Y/N. How the hell were we supposed to fight for them if they're out of control?

"You find Y/N, I'll find Bucky?" Sam nodded, and we headed different directions. Running down toward where they eat lunch, Bucky was fighting Natasha.

"Bucky, stop!" Once slamming Natasha on to the table, he turned towards me, and eyed T'challa at his side. "You've got no where to run."

He didn't look scared. He looked like he was planning something inside his head. "Слишком поздно,"

After he said that, burning pain surfaced in my chest and I shrunk to the floor.

"Y/N?" T'challa was fighting against it more than I was, as I knew that she would push harder if she'd seen us fighting.

"It's sad to see you like this, Captain. Yet still you try to save us. Your determination is that of a bull. It's striking." I sighed as my chest cooled.

Since when had Y/N had powers?

She turned from me to Bucky, and this time he looked scared. I could actually see the Bucky I knew in 1940 again.

She threw the first punch, immediately knocking him back, into the opposite wall.

Bucky was losing and this time I could see it. I could see the way he flinched before dodging a punch, and how he pulled his punches to keep from really hitting her. It wasn't Winter anymore.

It was Bucky.