Sebastian Stan imagines!

The beginning.

"Steve, you'll love her, I swear."  You smiled bright as you three walked to the restaurant. You had set Steve up on a date with one of your close friends from high school, to try to make him less unhappy with his life. Your plan was literally perfect, and it looked like it was going to work.

Your friend had showed up.

"She's here!" James, who held your arm, smiled almost as brightly at your excitement. "Now, breathe, Doll. We don't want Steve to get nervous and chicken out."

"Shut up, Buck." Steve scowled, brushing his hands on his pants. The scrawny boy was nervous after all. "Steve. Ya got nothin' to worry about. She's gotta love ya. If she doesn't, it's her loss." Steve nodded and took a deep breath.

"I'm ready." You squealed, resisting the strongest urge to clap your hands. Bucky opened the door, his casual t-shirt tightening with the flex of his muscles.

"Amber, this is Steve Rogers. Steve Rogers, this is Amber." Steve and Amber shook hands, and you noticed the slight look of discomfort surface on Amber's face. That would be a problem if it continued.

You and Bucky sat at a separate table than Amber and Steve. You were listening in to every word they were saying rather than actually paying attention to your boyfriend.

What? Steve was your best friend. You had to make sure Amber wasn't being a bitch.

"Babe. It's okay. Steve can handle himself." You sighed and apologised to James. "I just really want him to be happy, ya know?"

Immediately James' face dropped. He looked as if he was guilty of one of his actions.

"James..? You okay?" He blinked before nodding, picking up another fry. "Hey, does Steve look okay to you?" You looked over to see a small frown on his face which shadowed a fake smile.

"I told you." You murmured, calmly making your way over to the table.

"..If it hadn't been for Y/N, I wouldn't have even come-"

"Looks like you should've just stayed home then. Right, Amber?" You held out your hand for her to take and you led her to the back of the restaurant.

To say you were angry was an understatement. You trusted her. Then she tried to bully one of the most important people to you. If she thought you would still be friends after this...Boy, was she wrong.

"What the hell, Amber?" You kept your voice low because you knew Steve and James would try to listen in. "What're you talking about?"

"I know you know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't try and play stupid." Amber's confused features dropped and she smirked. "It's not my fault he's a shrimp."

"You need to leave. Immediately. Steve is my best friend and if you're not gonna treat him right, I'm sure in time you won't treat me right." She rolled her eyes, and then processed what you were saying.

"Wait, we can't be friends?"

"No, Amber. What part of that didn't you understand?" She stayed silent. "Thought so. You're going to apologise to Steve, and then you're going to leave."

"But-" You shot a stern look at her, and she sighed. "I'm sorry."

"I don't care." You walked behind Amber, making sure that she'd go to Steve's table.

"Hey, uh, I'm really sorry about what I said to you. It was really out of line." Steve nodded, Amber sighed and left.

"She didn't have to do that."

"You're funny, Grant." You sat down next to him. "She wouldn't know a good guy if he had walked up to her and offered her the world."

"You don't have to do that every time someone's rude to me."

"Steve, do you know the meaning of the word family?"

"Literal version or the real version?"

"It means we'll be there for you. Until the end of the line, bud." You smiled at James and kissed his cheek, intertwining you fingers under the table.

"I know. But you don't have to."

"Of course we do."