Sebastian Stan imagines!

Bruises. Prompt #30.

Setting: Pre-Civil war.

"Did you really mean that?"

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"Okay, James."

You didn't understand. Even though you had complied to Bucky's reasoning he continued to yell.

You and Steve were the ones he pulled from the river when HYDRA was planning on taking down everything. You'd often randomly thanked him for that when you found him, and he always told you you didn't need to.

HYDRA weren't the ones you kidnapped you when you were taken in the war, but something similar happened. You were three times as strong as Bucky, and had like powers to Wanda.

You were on a mission with Bucky, and you'd ended up finishing the mission without him while he fought someone who'd come from HYDRA to take him back.

"I don't understand. We're a team!" Bucky shouted, pulling your shoulder back, forcing you to face him. "You were busy. I finished the mission and we made it home alive. Don't I get a thank you?"

"No, because I was compromised. Instead of helping me you went ahead,"
Bucky pointed at your chest, his strength pushing you back slightly. "Don't put your hands on me."

"We are a team! We are supposed to divide and win together." You took a step forward.

"If you could just stop and think-"

"Okay. I'm thinking. You wanna know what I'm thinking?"

"Please enlighten me."

"I wish I'd never pulled you from the river." You'd never seen Bucky so angry towards you. Those words had struck something in you, and you backed away.

"Okay." You refused to cry in front of Bucky. Ripping off the necklace he'd given you, you'd stared at it for a minute before throwing it at him.

"Y/N-"

"Okay."

"You gotta come out sometime." Steve had been trying to coax you out of your room for the past month. No one had seen you in a month, but they all knew that you had been sneaking out at night to god knows where.

You were mostly certainly weak, but stronger. You'd been visiting the people who had put you through all that bull shit, just to make yourself stronger.

But it was killing you slowly. Enduring so much at one time. They'd been trying to get you to stay and let them make you ruthless again, forgetting wrong and right. You'd denied with Bucky in mind. Thinking that you guys would make up soon.

"Y/N, I know you're in there. You need to eat." You'd pulled the blankets closer as you tried not to cry. Your senses were over the top, you could hear Steve's heart beat, and Peter manufacturing new webbing down stairs.

"Is she okay?" Bucky. "You told her you wished she'd died, Buck. What do you think?" You could hear the anger in Steve's voice. Steve had cared for you all your life, so he knew you well. He also knew that you were tearing yourself apart over the words of the man you once loved.

"Steve, I-I need her."

"She doesn't need you right now." Once you heard Bucky's sigh, then descending footsteps, you unlocked the door from your bed.

Steve sighed at your state. "Oh, Y/N." He locked the door, and got into the bed behind you. You let his arms hold you together, letting him keep you from falling apart.

When Steve noticed your flux in temperature, he pulled the blanket up slightly, eyes widening at the amount of bruises. "Who the hell did this to you?"

"Steve-"

"Stand." She stood without hesitation, lifting the oversized sweatshirt Bucky had given her, over her head.

"God, Y/N, what the hell?" He slid over the bed, to sit in front of her. There were cuts, bruises and stitches, none of which he knew were self-inflicted.

"I went back. To-to them. They made me stronger. They want me back, they wanted to wipe me...I told them no." Steve traced your protruding ribs, stopping when you sucked in air.

"I should be taking you to the hospital."
He slipped the sweatshirt back over her broken frame. "But I'll only take you to Banner."

"No, please. I don't want anyone knowing."

"Then you shouldn't have gone back in the first place." Steve easily picked you up, and carried you to Banner's floor. You had to have lost 5o something pounds.

"You're at 108 degrees." Bruce redid the poorly done stitches, and nursed all the bruises. "There are so many toxins inside your system. But you're not rejecting it. You're adapting to it, making you stronger."

"That's how it works, Bruce." He put an IV in your arm to start your body on taking in nutritions again, and then once the bag emptied, he'd start running tests on you.

"Bucky, you can't go in there!"

"The hell I can't; 57 pounds?!" Afraid of Bucky seeing you like this, you closed your eyes, and pictured yourself disappearing. "Where is she?"

"She's...Was right there." Banner took off his glasses. "Bucky, Get. Out." Natasha sneered. You stared up, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"Fine. Fine." Steve's eyes didn't meet Bucky's as he walked out. "Stop hiding, love." Thor walked in, looking right at you. It seemed like he was the only one who could see you.

"How'd you know?" You stared blankly as you reappeared. "I can see you. It might've been that something from my realm gave you that power, Lady Y/N."

How could I? Tell her that I'd wished she'd died? God, Bucky, Good Job.

"You need to talk to her." Tony blatantly stated. "She's only going to push you away further if you don't say anything."

"I know, Tony. She doesn't want to speak to me though."

"Well then make her want to speak to you. You used to be a ruthless assassin and you can't apologise to one girl?"

"She's not just one girl. She's everything to me."

Next day.

"..How are you feeling?" Bucky sat in front of you, watching as you avoided his gaze completely.

"Stronger, weaker. Really hypersensitive to you right now." Bucky sighed. This meant anything he said could've have triggered negative reactions from her.

"Steve said you went back..Is that true?"

"Well.." Bucky's eyes widened ah the bruises covering her. "Why did you go back?"

"Because I figured if I did, the pain would've over come the pain I was already suffering, but it barely covered it."

"Did you really mean that? When you told me you wished that you hadn't saved me?"

"No, doll. Of course I didn't mean it. I've loved you since the 20's. I was just angry, and when I'm angry I say stupid hurtful things. I never meant for you to fall this far."

"Just please, don't leave me on my own."

"Never again."

You and Bucky stayed across from each other in silence, staring at your intwined fingers. This was the moment of peace you needed before moving forward.

The moment of clarity to heal all the bruises.