Sebastian Stan imagines!

Gone.

You were sure your voice was out, and probably would be for the rest of your life.

All the screaming you'd done once you lost him never ended now. The scene recurred frequently, which sent Tony into a panic every night you woke up.

You wouldn't eat or sleep and it had started to affect you. In the worst way, it had made you stronger. You'd broken six bed frames this week, and 32 since he died.

You were close to committing suicide. You hadn't told anyone of your suicidal tendencies but, you knew it was close.

Living without Bucky wasn't a life you were committed to.

"Bucky, get out of there! Now! The buildings gonna blow!"

"I'm not just gonna let this little girl die!"

You ran as fast as you could, in hopes to help Bucky and the toddler who'd called him her hero, but you were breathing in so many chemicals your lungs were close to giving up.

Steve was right beside you, running also, wanting to save his friend. Best friend.

"Bucky, now!" Natasha screamed and screamed for him to just pull her up, but he wanted he to be as safe as possible.

When the first building blew, Steve grabbed your shirt and yanked you into his arms, shielding you both from the blast.

"No! No! Bucky!" You kicked and screamed, Steve's strength barely able to hold you back as you tried to jump out of his arms. "No!"

"Y/N, it's me, it's Tony, you're okay." He pulled you into his arms, waiting until you recognised his voice for him to try and coax you back into sleep.

"Tony, I don't wanna be here." You whimpered, gripping his shirt as tight as you could. "That's okay, I can get you away, you don't have to be apart of this,-"

"No, Tony. I don't want to be living. I don't want to be breathing anymore. What's the point if it's not his breath to sync mine to?"

"Y/N, you can't-"

"I'm already gone, Tony. Just let me be gone." Tony's breath caught in his throat.

Were you asking for permission to kill yourself?

"No. No, you can't. I'm not letting you leave just yet. Let us help you. Let us in, Y/N. Please, don't leave."  

You were distraught. You wanted to be with Bucky. But you didn't want to leave Steve. You wouldn't.

Yet.

"Show me. Show me how to fix this, Tony. I want to see him again. So badly, but I don't want to leave you guys. Bucky told me to take care of Steve, but I can't even take care of myself."

"Just let me in. Let us in and we'll get you through it,"

They'd gotten you to eat, and then they'd gotten you out of the room. You really didn't miss the confined solidity of the room, (yes, solidity) you'd truly missed The Avengers; you'd just lost your will.

You were wrapped in Bucky's comforter, his scent calming you tremendously.

You never realised how much you'd miss his scent.

"Y/N, how you feelin'?" You smiled softly at Steve, sitting up slightly so that he'd cuddle with you. "You better?"

"A lot. I really thought I was a goner a few weeks ago."

"Well, that's what we're here for. We know you lost him, and we knew you needed time. But we weren't just going to let you slip out of our reach like he did, okay?"

"Mhm." You were close to sleep, at Steve's warmth. It resembled Bucky's in many ways.  "Love you, Steve." You slurred sleepily.

"Love you, Y/N. I'm sure Bucky would say the same thing if he were here."

The brunette man stared down at the two figures nonchalantly. They were his best friends, and he hoped they'd stick together through his death. Got married, had a few kids, possibly naming them after him.

He pleaded that someone had heard Y/N's thoughts like he had, and Tony did.

He saved her life, his light.

And no matter how many times Tony tried to kill him, he forgave him.

He saved the girl he loved.