Sebastian Stan imagines!

It's Quiet Uptown.

I got so many requests in my messages for another Hamilton one. I'm glad you guys liked it!

This ones a post Civil War, and it may be really sad, because I mean have you heard 'It's quiet uptown'?????

Okay. Here's the story.

Bang.

Bucky spun around quickly at the sound of the gunshot. He knew that this shot had gone wrong.

But he never thought it would be Steve making the shot, and you taking the bullet.

Bang.

It was completely silent in his head as he pushed past Steve, and slid on his knees to get to your side.

"B-Bucky?" Blood coated your lips, and Bucky immediately began to put pressure where the bullet had gone through you. He could see your body trying to heal itself, but you had already been injured too badly.

"Don't speak. Don't speak. Save your strength." Pietro saw you two down, and immediately sped over to see how you were.

"I-I did what you-You taught me. I-I used my-my senses. Al-All of them.." Bucky hushed her. "I know, I know."

"Bucky-"

"I know-I know."

Bang.

"Am-am I dying?" You murmured, breathing shallow. "No. Nonono. You're going to be fine." Bucky knew she wasn't going to survive. He knew.

You looked at no one but Bucky. Your vision was for sure blurry, and you could breath easily. "Count with me, okay. Okay? Banner's on his way. But I need you to stay awake, alright?"

"Okay." You were falling in and out of consciousness. "After me."

"After you." You tried to sit up, and Bucky pushed you back, running his flesh fingers through your hair. Your senses tingled, as you stared at him.

He was trying not to cry.

Bang.

Every breath you took he braced himself to be your last, but he was hopeful that you'd heal quick.

"Unul," He started, you copied.

"Două," He added, you copied.

"Trei," You repeated it weakly.

"Good. Good. Patru," You wheezed the number four, Bucky watching as blood filled your mouth again.

You weren't going to make it. 

"Cinci," Bucky panicked when you didn't answer. He panicked when your chest stopped its slowed movements. "No. No. Y/N."

Bang.

No one saw him leave. No one knew he was going to leave. Natasha had tried to track him down, but his file was gone, along with everything in his room destroyed.

How had they slept through that?

"Why is he being like this? She died a month ago. Why is he acting so depressed?" Steve paid no attention to the mindless intern. He sat with his knuckles against his lips. Bucky had briefly spoken to him in a moment of weakness.

"I'd rather be brainwashed and put through hell again, than live without her." He dished, slamming the door in Steve's face.

He'd never been this attached to anyone back in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn.

"Guys, I think I know where he is."