Sebastian Stan and His Character Imagines

Taken// Bucky Barnes

I love Bucky, and I hope you don't get annoyed by me posting so many Bucky imagines! This one is hopefully good but it's sad sorta :((

"Bucky, you wouldn't like her."
"She's really quiet, I doubt you'll ever hear her talk."
"Y/N And Bucky wouldn't get along."

Those words and statements never affected Bucky. Before he met you, he had heard so many negative things about you. Honestly, he wanted to see if you were as hateful and quiet as everyone made you out to be. When you got back from the three week mission, you didn't talk to anyone. You walked past the Avengers and straight to your bedroom. Bucky couldn't help but stare, you were an angel compared to any girl he had seen in the 40's. When the two of you truly met, it was after you had an intense training day.
Clint stood in front of you. Sam, Bucky and Steve all talked over by the weights. Natasha and Bruce were sparring and Tony was somewhere in the lab. Bucky couldn't help but watch you as you hit the punching bag. Clint was helping train you.
"Come on, can't hit harder than that?" Clint joked, you sent him a bittersweet smile. You pushed the bag away, rubbing your soft hands over your knuckles.
"Okay, let me rest for a quick second." Clint nodded and walked over to Steve.
"How's she doing?"
"Eh, still has a lot of anger." Clint commented watching you stare intensely at your bruising knuckles. Clint then strolled over to you.
"Let's practice sparring." You nodded and walked over. Sam looked over at Bucky.
"She's hardcore." Bucky gave a fake smile and continued watching Clint and you.
Clint pushed you against the mat. You shoved your knee into his stomach and you were soon atop the arrow man. He grinned and you climbed off him, helping him up.
"Hey, you did really great today. Just keep working harder, you could do better." You let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Thanks, I think?" Clint winked and walked out with Natasha and Bruce. You walked over to Steve and all the remaining men. Steve shot you a smile. You returned the gesture.
"Have you met Buck?" You shook you're head. "Well, this is Bucky." You held out you're hand, and he pushed his flesh hand out shaking you're hand.
"I'm Y/N. I seen you when I got back from my mission, and I didn't say hello. That was rude of me."
"Don't worry about it, it's okay. Missions are hard, and stuff." Bucky, the lady's man had lost his thoughts around this woman. You looked up at him. Hardcore Y/N had become a little bit softer around this man.
Within months. You And Bucky had confessed their love. It was something you had never felt. Love. It scared you. You were something you never imagined you could be. A soft, caring woman. Bucky was happy, genuinely. You were happy as well, but part of you was terrified. You'd never been with someone and shared such a bond. One night as Bucky and you slept peacefully, you woke up in tears. You had no idea why. So you slipped out of Bucky's grip and walked downstairs. Maybe, it was the fact that no one cared for you like Bucky. You were sweating now. You loved him so much, and anxiety was eating away at you.
"I'm sure he's only doing this because he felt bad for you." You groaned and put some running shoes on. Why were you like this. You tied them anxiously and walked outside. It was a cool day in the city, and even though it was nearly two am. The lights and sounds were still buzzing. You started jogging down the street, and around multiple blocks. You're mind was buzzing everywhere. It had been almost an hour since you left. You stopped on a street corner. Taxi's passed you and some people as well. Just as you were about to make it back to the Tower, a man. A very creepy man, latched onto your waist. You kicked him and tried to pull away. Hoarse screams left you're mouth. Soon enough, the man yanked you into a rusty white impala. You silently sobbed as the man sped off. It was like a nightmare come true. It was getting colder, and the city lights seemed to get smaller behind you. Bucky would wake soon, and you'd be gone. Without your phone, a jacket. They would save you, they always did..... right?
Two Months Ago.....
Bucky's Point of View

It was two months ago, since Y/N went missing. Steve and Tony were constantly looking for her. We all were. I was so broken, she was the only one who understood me. I looked up from her sketchbook, it was flipped to a picture that she drew of herself. It was so beautiful, I missed her. Her hair, how it fell so gracefully. Or her smile. I slammed the sketchbook shut, and held my head in my hands. Tears started burning my eyes.
"Bucky!" Natasha yelled, and soon I was sitting up. I must have fallen asleep. "Bucky, we have a lead." Natasha panted.
"Wha What?" I stood up from the chair.
"Come on." I followed her into the lab.
Tony and Steve stood over a map.
"Hydra." Steve said, glancing up at me. "We're going to get her, Buck." Natasha spoke softly. What did they do to her, they didn't just take her. They're Hydra for god sakes. I stumble away from the lab and up the stairs. Into her room, I haven't been in here since the day she went missing. I can't believe we didn't think of Hydra. I slam my fist against her pale yellow walls. A hole left where I just hit. Steve places a arm on my shoulder.
"Suit up, pal." I nod and back away from the destruction in the wall.
On the Quinjet, heading to London:
Still in Bucky's Point of View:
The sun was starting to rise, I looked out the very tiny window. What if Y/N was already dead, and I was left alone. What would I do? I feel Natasha and Tony's eyes on me .
"What?" I snap obviously annoyed.
"Nothing nothing." Tony says with his hands behind his back. Soon enough we were at the base. We all climbed out of the jet, and almost immediately started fighting the men.
"Tony and I are going to back you guys up. Bucky and Nat, go find her." We nodded and started for the cells. Natasha looked through the glass doors as I fought off the men. Natasha stopped in front of a cell, and all I wanted to do want to see her. Of course there seem to be a hundred of men coming at me. Natasha walked into the cell and soon she wasn't in my vision anymore.
"Tony, she's here." Natasha spoke. I stopped for a moment. A couple of seconds later, Natasha was helping me fight off the Hydra men.
"Bucky and Nat, you're clear." Steve spoke. Natasha looked at me, a look I couldn't detect. It was sad, a little glad. I shake my head and walk into the horribly lighted cell. There she was. Y/N looked... if she heard me say this. Y/N looked bad. She was skinny, scary skinny. She was pale, and she wasn't awake. I handed Nat my gun and picked up Y/N. She was light, it made me feel sick to my stomach. She didn't deserve a single thing that happened to her. Natasha moves some hair out of her face, she's in a cold sweat. I walk carefully to the Quinjet setting her down on the seat. Steve and Tony join as soon after.
Back at the Tower
Two days after Y/N was rescued
Third Person Point of View:
Y/N was still unconscious, and she was getting fluids. Bucky came and sat by her every night until Nat would come wake him up and push him upstairs. It was almost three days since they saved you.
You opened your eyes slowly, your throat burning for water. You couldn't scream though. Did Hydra still have you. You're eyes adjusted to the room, it was the infirmary in the Tower. You groaned and placed a hand on your side. You started to sit up and then you immediately winced. You wore a dark black T-shirt that was too big. You lifted the fabric to reveal a bandage over your stomach. You touched the wound for a second before drawing back. The room was dark, except for the red glow of the alarm clock. It read "6:45 am" You stood, wobbling a bit you stumbled forward to the kitchen. Just as you were about to actually go into the room, you seen Steve and Bucky. Steve was standing over Bucky, as he cried. You were about to turn around, but you tripped and you fell into the pantry door.
"Ow." You coughed. Bucky shot over to you. "Hey Buck." He helped you stand.
"You're awake, my god." Bucky said in a delicate whisper.
"Yeah, I'm a little bit loopy. If I'm being honest." You say as you put a hand on your head.
"Let's get you sitting down, you don't want to cause any... complications." Steve spoke to you as if you were a child.
"I'm not a little girl Steve." You said in a harder tone. He replied with a swift nod and a chuckle. "Can you leave me and Buck alone for a minute." Steve gave you a thumbs up and walked off into the training room. Only mere seconds after Steve was out of sight, Bucky grabbed your face. The two of you kissing passionately. You pulled away. Bucky looked into your eyes. He had to admit, with the help of the fluids, you were getting to be your regular skin tone and you were not as skinny.
"I want to say sorry, before you say anything. It's my fault I was captured. I went on a run, at I think three am or so. I had so much anxiety, and I shouldn't have left."
"Don't blame yourself, please." You looked down. Bucky placed his head against yours.
"What did they do to you, doll?" His voice was hard and low.
"Torture, they wanted to find out where you were. They wanted to make you- " You felt a tear slip. "I wasn't about to risk you forgetting about me, maybe even risk you dying. I love you too much." Bucky's breath hitched.
"You went through this... because of me." You looked into Bucky's eyes.
"Barnes. Don't you blame yourself, stop." Bucky let a small cry out.
"I'm glad you're back, I've been lost without you."
"I don't remember anything, but these men would come and slap me and cut me sometimes." You're breath hitched. "I'm glad to be home, with you Bucky. I'm glad to be in your arms." Bucky smiles against your lips. From that moment, Bucky would never leave you're side, he would protect you. Never leave you. He couldn't.