sebastian stan imagines [ completed ]

•Sebastian - Bucky Boy•

A/n
I'm not sure when I first uploaded this but it was for a competition I think.
I haven't edited this since it was first published so be warned.

-The Rather Tired Author

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**New York City - USA**

I sat bored as Anthony Russo ran though the plan one more time. "Now Bucky and Steve will run into the room. Rescue Wisp and take out the HYDRA guys. We will start as soon as Y/n gets her ass here". He huffed looking at his watch. I tapped my foot impatiently while Chris paced up and down the room. "Will you stop pacing?" I said to him. "Will you stop tapping?" He remarked. Touché.

I had never met y/n before. She was a new addition to the Marvel team. Her character was a HYDRA assassin that Bucky and Steve realise to be their old friend who emigrated from England in the forties and Bucky's crush. Y/n, herself was a up-and-coming actress and had only appeared in British TV shows, her most notable being Sherlock, and this was her first movie.

I pulled my now long hair and started braiding it nonchalantly. My scruffy beard was still scratchy even though it had been there for months. I sat waiting; sweltering in my Winter Soldier uniform, with my arm movements being constricted by the heavy silver metal plates that covered my left arm. I wiped the thin layer of perspiration from my forehead and stared at the door waiting for y/n to make her late entrance. It didn't help that our set was in New York which was  suffering from its annual Summer heat wave.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late. We had a few problems with the costume." A British voice panted followed by the sound of skidding sneakers. I looked up from my feet to see a mess of y/h/c hair enter the set.

When I first saw her, all I could think was:
WOW!

Even in her messy, HYDRAfied state she was breath taking. She had a wild look in her y/e/c eyes. I could imagine that her hair would usually look glossy and silky not frizzy and like a birds nest as it was then. The 'war paint' that the make up artists had put around her eyes only made them have a brighter contrast from her 'scar' ridden skin. It must of been a hard job for them, transforming a beauty like her into a abused, brainwashed, killing machine. She was pretty tall, not as tall as me or Chris but tall enough to be slightly threatening. Her legs were cloaked in flexible, black leather pants that were held above her waist an elasticated waistband and that hugged her curves. Her torso was covered by a simple black tank top what was worn with a tired looking leather jacket and black combat boots. Overall she gave off a badass, mercenary, don't-fuck-with-me vibe.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n. It's good to finally meet you". She smiled and stretched her hand out to Chris. He smiled pleasantly and shook her delicate-yet-not-delicate hands. "Chris Evans. Good to meet you too". He let go of her hand and she walked over to me. I took her outstretched hand and lightly shook it. "Sebastian Stan, pleasure to meet you". She gave me a dazzling smile before leaving to get ready for the scene.

"You like her don't you." Chris chuckled and winked. "Shut up Evans" I playfully (forcefully)  punched his arm. He smirked before walking off leaving me standing there. "Hurry up Bucky Boy". Y/n called jokily. I smiled back and walked over, ready to start.

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Over the past months Y/n and I had become inseparable, unfortunately this was our last scene together before she had to fly off to England for a break until the next Marvel film. I was going to miss her severely, and I would have to wait another year until I saw her again.

Twelve months without her. Without her cheeky smiles and laugh. Without her quick wit and sarcastic remarks. Without her childish pranks and her adorable blush that dusted her nose and cheeks when she was slightly embarrassed.