Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Bucky Barnes - By Your Side

Bucky Barnes x Bree

This one was requested by @fangirlingpengwing! I hope this was what you were wanting, I take requests a step ahead sometimes because once I think of a plot for a oneshot I can't really shake it. Enjoy!

They were everywhere, surrounding you. You couldn't get away. No matter which way you turned, you were immediately met by another wall of the red eyed demons. The syringes in their hands glinted menacingly in the darkened corridor you were stood in. The masks pulled over their faces covered the obvious wicked grins on their faces, and you couldn't help but quiver in fright.

You tried to turn and dash in the opposite direction, but you felt their arms grabbing you and yanking you backwards. You tried to let out a mortified scream, but no sound would come out. It was like your vocal chords had been completely removed. You thrashed around in an attempt to escape their grasp, but you could feel yourself growing weaker by the second. 

A familiar voice began yelling from down the darkened and foggy hallway, and you lifted your head and stared forward desperately. You knew that voice. Of course you knew that voice, but where? You couldn't remember anything. You didn't know where you were, you didn't know who these people were, and you didn't even know who you were. All you knew was that you needed to get out, and that this new voice sent a rush of hope through your bloodstream. You tried to scream once more, and this time you heard a small squeak escape from your dry throat. You wiggled one of your hands free from your attackers and reached forward, and soon a shining metal hand reached out from the fog and grabbed your hand as well.

As soon as your hands touched, your eyes snapped open. You shot up in bed in a cold sweat. Your breathing was rapid and rough and your hands were shaking violently. Your forehead was gleaming with sweat and your hair was stuck to the moisture like a mop. 

"Hey, Bree, you're okay. I promise you're okay," the same voice from your dream whispered soothingly. Familiar cool metal touched your cheek and you felt yourself leaning into it instinctively. You slowly turned your head to meet the bright blue eyes of the man next to you. His long brown hair was wild and his lips were turned downwards in a concerned frown. You didn't respond, and instead just sat staring at him silently. "Do you remember who I am?" He asked slowly and calmly, but you could hear the slight shake in his voice from the back of his throat. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, your muscles stiffening slightly. Who was he? Obviously you knew who he was, why else would you be hesitating to fight him? You allowed your eyes to wander over his features, taking in every strangely familiar detail about this man. You reached a shaky hand out and brushed your fingers through his hair, the soft strands offering you an odd comfort as they slipped between your fingers. You then trailed your fingertips down his nose, under his eyes, across  his lips, along his jawline, and down to his collarbones. Your hand rested there as your eyes wandered down to his bare torso, then back up to his piercing blue eyes.

When you stayed silent, the man carefully shifted his hand so his fingers were underneath your chin before leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly against yours. You gasped at the contact and froze for a moment before everything came flooding back. HYDRA, your missions, escaping, The Avengers, and... Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes, the man you loved with all your heart. You found yourself immediately kissing him back, your fingers tangling themselves in his hair. You heard him sigh happily as you did this, and you both pulled away soon after.

Bucky rested his forehead against yours and peered into your eyes in concern. "Are you okay, doll?" He asked you quietly. You swallowed shakily and took in a deep breath.

"You saved me in this one," you responded, knowing that he wasn't truly asking if you were okay. He knew you weren't, but he didn't want to come out and ask you what your nightmare was about right out of the gate, afraid he would send you back into the same state you had just been in. "I didn't see your face, but I heard your voice. You were calling out to me as they were grabbing me and dragging me back into the testing rooms. Your hand reached out to me and when I grabbed it, I woke up," you explained, your eyes trailing down to his metal hand that you were currently tracing your fingers over. 

"And I always will be there, okay?" He reassured you. "I know what it's like to be stuck in your own head like that. I know how hard it is to come back from HYDRA and try to live a semi normal life again. You're there for me whenever I'm having a rough time, so it's only fair that I'm here for you."

You huffed and shook your head at this response. "Buck, I can't do that to you. I can't make you sit here and baby me whenever I have a nightmare and forget everything. One of these days I could forget you completely and I might end up hurting you, and I'd never forgive myself if I did that," you argued back, not meeting his eyes. He slipped his fingers underneath your chin again and tilted your head up so you were looking at him. He peered at you silently for a moment before responding.

"Tell me, do you ever worry about me hurting you when I relapse?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. "Okay. Do you feel like it's a bother to help me when I get like that?" You shook your head again. "Why do you help me?"

"Because I love you," you responded instantly. "I love you more than anything, Bucky. That's why I help you."

Bucky nodded. "Exactly. Now why can't it be the same thing when it's the other way around? Bree, if you try to hurt me, I promise you won't actually hurt me. Super soldier, remember? I'll be okay. You're not a burden. You've been through a lot, and that's not just going to go away. I understand that. I'm going to keep helping you because I love you, not because I feel like I have to. I'm going to continue helping you because you mean the world to me, not because people will think less of me if I don't. I'm going to continue helping you because I want to, and that's it," he explained, his voice barely a whisper. You could see tears welling up in his eyes in the dim light of dawn coming through the window. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly. Bucky smiled softly, and you returned it.

He pulled you towards him and pulled the covers back over the two of you. He held you close to his chest and planted a kiss on your forehead. Your hands rested lightly on his jawline, and you could hear his heartbeat in the quiet air of the room.

He began humming softly, his fingers tracing shapes and letters on your back. You could feel his chest vibrating as he hummed, and all of this together was able to quickly soothe your nerves and send you into a restful, dreamless sleep.

Yikes this is short af I'm so sorry I meant for this to be a lot longer but it's only like 1200 words?? So sorry! Agh! I hope that was alright, and if you'd like me to change anything/write another one for you I'll gladly do so, just message me! :) Requests are open, just comment on the first chapter of this story (check the characters list for possible characters) or PM me your request! Thank you for reading guys!

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