Sebastian Stan imagines!

everyone say kidnapped!

My mom was never in the picture.

My dad raised me with his friends, and I don't think I could've turned out better. He's strong, and independent and I love that about him, knowing about what happened before I was born.

But now, 'before I was born' is showing itself in me. The people who are responsible for 'before I was born' are after me, and no one has rested properly knowing that.

Everyday since they'd sent that message about coming for me, everyone had been on edge. I went to school late and I was picked up early, because the crowds would make it ten times easier for them to just grab me and go.

But the worst part about it was that I was getting stronger, and they weren't noticing. They were so focused on keeping me safe rather than masking how strong I was getting.

The kids at my school were beginning to feel it, too. They got this overwhelming sense of tiredness when they got too close. It was scary.

But I didn't know how to tell my dad.

. . .

"Hey, you okay?" I yawned and nodded at Natasha. "Just feel a little weak is all."

"How bad is it? Should I tell Bucky?" I shook my head. "Nono. He'll get paranoid. He's already on edge because they're after me. I don't want him to stress."

"Okay, Y/N. But if it gets any worse I swear, you better tell me." She gave me a look that was kinda scary but kinda like "i care about you".

"I will. Promise."

"Alright, kiddo! Ready for school?" Dad kissed my forehead and I smiled. "I'm an hour late."

"Hey, don't get smart with me."

"No promises." He laughed. "You are my child." I grabbed my stuff, and hugged Aunt Nat goodbye. Only this time it felt different.

As soon as I touched her, I could feel all of her energy flowing in through me. It was sickening. I hated this feeling.

As fast as I could, I pulled away, almost letting her fall. "Y/N? What the hell?" I backed away so quickly once she was on the floor, shock and horror running through me.

How strong was I?

"I-I gotta go." Dad called after me, but I let my thoughts cloud my hearing. Right when I reached the elevator I collapsed, my vision blurring before it went dark.

What the hell?