Marvel Imagines ;)

steve/bucky - control (part 2)

Steve had just been going for a run—like he normally did during the early hours of the day—when he saw her.

He'd thought she was pale lately, something unspoken haunting her watchful eyes. But
seeing her standing on that roof, her glossy white night dress fanning around her, he thought Y/N looked like a ghost.

"Mom?" he heard her ask. Steve's pace quickened. He knew her mom died during the Battle of New York. He was the one who'd found her, climbing to her mother's corpse, blue energy swarming around her and lighting up her eyes.

It was only when she took a step towards the edge of the building that Steve began to run. He burst into Headquarters, ignoring the questioning shouts of his teammates and heading straight for the stairwell. He took the stairs two at a time, his knees groaning at the furious pace. He barely felt anything beyond a desperate need to get her. Because if she was doing what Steve thought she was doing...

He reached the door to the roof within seconds. Still not quick enough.

"Y/N!"

Her name left his lips like a plea, like a prayer.

She turned, swaying, her face flushed and feverish. Whatever was happening to her, Steve knew it couldn't have been good. He had fought nazi's, aliens, and hell, even his own friends, but non of that amounted to the pure terror that spike through him when he saw her standing on that ledge.

"Steve?"

Her voice was a broken whisper.

Steve ran faster, faster than what should have been possible. Even for a super soldier.

But he still wasn't fast enough. Someone—or something—pushed her over the edge, and then she was gone. He was too late.

Steve dove, searching for her hand with his own.

. . .

You never thought dying by suicide was to be your fate, but there you were. It was barely a second, but the moment when you were suspended in the sky, with nothing but open air around you, seemed to last a lifetime.

You couldn't even find it within yourself to scream.

Your stomach dropped as you plummeted, and you closed your eyes, awaiting your final breath, awaiting—

A calloused hand gripped yours, and suddenly you weren't falling, you were rising. Before you could even get a word out, Steve had his arms wrapped around you, squeezing so hard you thought your lungs might burst.

"I'm sorry," you whispered against his chest. "I don't know why I did that. I think... I think there's something wrong with me."

Steve's arms tightened around you. He was breathing heavily, face pressed into the crook of your neck. You thought maybe he kissed your hair before he said, "It's okay. You're okay."

"No I'm not. I saw her. She looked so real, Steve. Like I could reach out and—"

The last thing you remembered was being encased in Steve's arms, then a bang resounded in your head like a gunshot.

"You're gonna be fine. I promise."

Then nothing.

A/N
Bucky will be in the next part I promise. Please don't hate me:))