Sebastian Stan imagines!

It's Quiet Uptown.

He walked miles and miles along the icy Brooklyn streets. He spoke to no one, and people began to wonder why he walked the same path every day.

He'd mumble the things he'd say to her if he had heard the bullet, and stop in from moving through her.

He remembered the several anxiety attacks he had back at the tower, and the ones he still had in his new apartment. He'd imagine her soft hands tracing his scarred flesh, as he shook and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He'd gone through eight bed frames this month. Wood splinters made the scars in his hands, and created more memories of her.

"Hey man, watch where you're going." Bucky slightly looked back at the teen, then ignored his remark, continuing to the lake at the edge of Brooklyn.

"I said watch where you're going!" He moved to grab the hand on his shoulder, and twisted in back. "I heard you the first time." James countered, startling the boy. He let go of his wrist and shoved his own hands back into his pockets.

I miss you. He wrote. The journal he'd started was no longer for remembering things, it for writing everything he'd wished he'd said to you before you died.

"I wished I'd showed you more pictures of me from the 40's. I think you would've enjoyed those tremendously. I wish I had proposed to you when I said I would. Then maybe we would've been off on vacation, rather than fighting the worlds nightmares.

"It's quiet up in Brooklyn, you know. I never liked the quiet. But I know you did. You liked the quiet while I despised it. Which I guess is why we worked so well.

"I miss you so much, I wish you were here."

"Bucky!" He didn't turn upon hearing Steve's voice. Nor did he tear his eyes from the page he'd written.

He didn't want to be found. Why couldn't they leave him alone? He wanted to be left alone.

Then again, maybe being alone isn't the best idea.

"Bucky? Can you hear me?" He looked to Steve who kneeled in front of him. To lie or not to lie?

To forgive or not forgive?

To have hope or forget?

"Bucky?" He knew the rest of the team were waiting for his answer behind him and Steve. But should he forgive Steve?
He shot the love of his life. But not on purpose right?

"Did you do it just to spite me? Did you hurt her to see me return to this state of mind? Or were you just not paying any attention to your aim? I have to know if I'm going to forgive you."

"Bucky-"

"Don't tell me it doesn't matter. I will go back under the ice, I don't care. I have nothing to live for unless you answer correctly." Steve stared at his dull grey eyes.

"I wasn't paying attention. Natasha was down and she moved too slowly to miss the bullets. She wasn't there and then she was. Bucky, I would never hurt her to spite you. She was my friend. I am in the same pain you are."

Bucky contemplated his answer. Then he stood and walked toward everyone. Tony tried to tap his shoulder  but then decided against it when he noticed his tear stained cheeks.

James Buchanan Barnes was so broken. But he had forgiven Steve. So maybe he could be fixed.

I might right another version of this where you and Bucky have a child, because the song is about Alexander and Eliza repairing themselves after Philip's death.

So wait for that. ;)

Love you guys ;)