Sebastian Stan imagines!

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You slapped him. Yup, just one good time just to get it through his head that he couldn't cross you so many times and get away with it.

The whole team saw, making their way down for a group training session, and deciding not to intrude on your very heated argument.

Something about a woman shouldn't lead an undercover mission. Saying that's why so many men lost their lives, when it is in fact the other way around.

So many men lost their lives because they were thinking like Bucky, and disobeyed your orders.

And that's when it happened, your hand came in contact with his cheek, and you walked out.

Gone for the rest of the day.

"How's your face?" Steve asked, handing him another ice pack. "Better than it was yesterday."

"When are you going to apologise?" Tony questioned, leaning on the counter in front of the two men. "When I find her."

"What do you mean? She's been back for days?" Steve cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, but I never see her. The woman can hide in plain sight, for christ sake."

"Well, she is your girlfriend, it shouldn't be so hard."

"Tony, I questioned her judgement. Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to get back on her good side? Even if I do apologise, she won't let me touch her." Bucky ran a hand through his hair.

"Friday, where's Y/N?" Steve was determined to get this over with. "I believe Miss Y/N is on a mission, Captain."

"A mission where?" Bucky was uninformed of Y/N's whereabouts for the past week. "The undercover mission you doubted her on, Mr.Barnes."

"Damn, even Friday's against you?"

"Who did she go with?"

"I am sure she went solo, Sergeant,"