Sebastian Stan Imagines

IMAGINE: Bucky and you escaping HYDRA

You watch as HYDRA tortures Bucky yet again. You clench your jaw so hard it sends pain shooting up your jaw.

     "Beautiful, isn't it?" A HYDRA members standing next to you asks you softly. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

       Your parents were part of HYDRA and you were born into. For years you thought it was great–wonderful even. But then you saw how evil they really are. You've been planning your escape ever since. Multiple missions ago, you were assigned to work with the Winter Soldier. You hacked into HYDRA's records to get the full run-down of the man you were going to be working with. After reading his record, you were overcome with compassion for the Winter Soldier, now lovingly known to you as Bucky. On the first mission of being a team, Bucky and you hit it off. You do everything together now. He's the only good thing that has come out of working for HYDRA. He's the only thing you love from this terrible place. Bucky also has come to love you.

      "Stop!" Bucky screams his plea, his bare chest heaving up and down. Tears burn in your eyes at the obvious pain he is experiencing. They're torturing him for a failed mission. The plans were faulty and inaccurate, and HYDRA claims it was his fault.

      Bucky screams again and your heart tears in two. You can't take it anymore. Stop! Stop it!" You scream before you can stop yourself. Everyone in the room looks at you with a mix of shock and horror. "You-you don't want to kill him, do you? We need him alive." You quickly say.

      Baron von Strucker nods. "She's right. That's enough." He glances at you slyly. For now." He adds. You breathe a sigh of relief. "Release him." He demands. They release Bucky out of his bonds and he starts to fall to the ground. You quickly race over to him and hold him up before he crashes to the ground.

     "Y/N." He murmurs.

     "It's okay, it's okay." You whisper in his ear, gently sitting him back in the chair.

     "If you're so concerned about him, you take care of him, Y/N." Baron von Strucker says, crossing his arms and staring at you.

      You lift your chin defiantly. "I will."

     Baron flicks his hand and everyone walks out of the room, leaving Bucky and you alone.

      You gently cup Bucky's face. His eyes are closed. "Hey." You whisper, caressing his face.

      "Y/N." He whispers.

     "It's okay, Bucky. I'm here. I'm here." You whisper back.

      "Save me." He murmurs. You look at him. His eyes are still closed.

      You take a deep breath. "I will, Bucky, I will." You breathe.

———

A few nights later, you sneak into Bucky's room. He's sleeping in bed. You take a minute to smile at his peaceful form. You creep over to him and gently touch his shoulder. He immediately whirls around and grabs your arm in a death grip.

      "Hey, hey, hey, it's me." You assuage.

      He squints and then his eyes widen. "Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry." He gasps, quickly releasing your arm.

      "It's okay." You reply, rubbing your arm.

       He moves around to sit on the bed. You sit down next to him. "What are you doing here, Y/N?" He asks, his metal hand moving to hold yours.

      "I'm saving you." You whisper.

      "What?" Bucky asks in confusion.

      "After you were tortured, you asked me to save you. And that's what I'm doing."