Sebastian Stan imagines!

I'm not going to fight you. Pt. 3

THIS IS THE LAST PART OF THIS SERIES THING LIT? LIT.

Bucky.

When had it happened? No idea. Why? Also, no idea. When was the last time Y/N and actually fought? Never.

"Y/N, what're you doing?" I dodged another kick, but coughed up a bit of blood as she landed her second.

"You need to stop, I know somewhere in there part of you doesn't want to hurt me," I slammed her in the table, before she flipped us over and pressed her hands to my throat.

"Y-you gotta s-stop this." She had the upper hand. Her leg on my left arm, still strong enough to hold it down.

"I don't have to stop anything," Everything was blurry, and I couldn't feel my fingers. What she was doing to me was painless, but not being able to breathing left like shit. (language, Bucky.)

"Please. You know this isn't you." Darkness was filling my vision, and hers showed nothing but. She was completely gone, and I don't know how I'd get her back.

"I'm sorry you can't hear me, but you're the first person I've ever actually loved since everything. And you're doing your job but, I guess your feelings for me aren't as strong as mine for you." She frowned. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

As her grip loosened, I switched places with her and before she could say anything, knocked her out with the leg of a table.

"Bucky!" This insane guilty feeling spread from my chest. I didn't hit her hard enough to kill her right?

"Are you okay? How'd you-"

"Questions later, help now." I loved Steve for sure, but sometimes you gotta know when questions need to be asked.

QuinJet, New York.

"..Ow." Steve and I immediately stood at Y/N's small groan. "Y-Y/N? You okay?"

"Did you-Did you hit me in the head?" She rasped, her hand ghosting over the bruise. "Yeah. I didn't know if you were gonna keep coming after me."

"I went after you? Who-who else? Did I-Did I kill anyone?"

"I-" I looked to Steve and he shook his head. "No. You didn't."

"You don't sound sure." I noticed her lip begin to quiver. "You're fine. You didn't hurt anyone but me. And I'm okay."

"I didn't want to hurt you at all." She groaned, wiping a tear from her face. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"It's fine, I told you. I've got your back and you've got mine, I know what you're capable of and how to stop it. It's okay."

"I'm sorry, James."

"You don't need to be."