One shots with Sebastian Stan and his characters (mostly Bucky). Each one shot is a different story from the last. A few have a couple another parts to them as they were longer than expected stories. I do have to say, I began this years ago so the w...
I snapped the man's neck that was attacking me. I got off of him. I then hear a scream. I turned around and I see Steve at the edge of the train. I ran over. My eyes widen at the sight. There Bucky holds on for his life. Tears now forming in my eyes.
"Bucky!" His eyes snapped right at me. He had fear in his eyes.
"Kylie just remember I'll always be there for you." He told me. I shook my head.
"You have to make it." I cried out. He then reached for Steve. The pole started to loosen. I noticed.
"Bucky it's-" I started but he fell. I heard him scream in fear of death.
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"No!" I screamed. He was the man I loved. Even if I had never gotten with him. Tears now running down my face. I fell to my knees in pain of my heart.
"Bucky... you can't be gone." I whimpered. I then scream again in pain of my heart. The image repeating and repeating.
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It has been months since Bucky's AND Steve's death. I looked around the apartment. I had arrived from work with Peggy. I took my shoes off. I walked to my kitchen and opened a cabinet. I took out a bottle of whiskey. I opened the cap and took a sip out of it.
"Why did you have to go?" I asked myself. Then I heard my front door open. I shoot my head. I take my whiskey but I have my gun behind my back. I walked to the living room. There I see a man with a metal arm. My eyes widen. He turned around. He had a mask and black around his eyes. His hair was starting to get long and messy. His eyes were an icy kind of blue.
He walked up to me. I raised my gun at him. I was about to pull the trigger but I couldn't. He smacked it out of my hand and then punched me. I was out.
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I woke up to find myself on the ground. On the cold, hard, dirty ground. I looked around. I got up. I'm in a black outfit. I started to walk around. I walked out the room. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid to find out it was a mistake to go out of the room. I looked around. Then I hear a voice. I turned to the voice.
There I see the man who I once thought was dead. Steve. Tear formed in my eyes. I ran up to him. I wrapped my arms around him. I started to sob in his chest.
"I'm alive Kylie. I'm alive." "W-What happened?" "You don't remember do you?" He asked me concerned. I pulled away. He stared into my eyes.
"I remember being taken away from my home."
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Steve told me it's not the 1940s and that it's 2017. I had arrived to Stark Tower. I met everyone. Tony had tested on me to make sure I'm alright. And i am. They still haven't told me why I was in HYDRA. Or why they took me.
I sat on the couch messing with an apple I had gotten from the kitchen. I heard someone walk in the room. I threw the apple by accident. Reflexes. I looked up and there stand a man. I thought I had met everyone.
He had long, shaggy hair. It was a dark brown. His eyes filled with icy blue and pain. There he holds the apple I've thrown at him.
"Sorry." "It's alright doll." He told me. His eyes widen at the sudden name he called me.
"Doll would you do the pleasure of havin' a dance with me?" Bucky asked me. He was drafting tomorrow so I wouldn't see him after the war. I smiled. I took his hand and we started to sway to the music that had played in the apartment of his.
"Bucky?" I whispered. He looked at me weirdly. I smiled. I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him. Tears were in my eyes.
"God Bucky don't do that to me again." "Do what?" He asked me. I pulled away. I looked into his eyes. He seemed confused. He stared in my eyes.
"Kylie?" He asked me. I nodded my head. He smiled. He pulled me back. He hugged me tightly.
"I missed you." "I missed you too." I told him. He then pulled away. He stared at me. He wiped the tears I didn't know I that have fallen. He kept his hand on my cheek.
"We didn't have that date after the war?" "I waited for 70 years." "Well then about we go after this?" He asked me. He had a smirked. He statutes to lean in. I smiled. His lips then landed on mine. I smiled in the kiss. He pulled away.
"I've always have wanted to do that. To kiss your soft lips." "I've always wanted you to call me yours. I've always wanted to call you mine."
