Sebastian Stan Imagines

Rainy Day | B. Barnes

Rainy Day | B. Barnes

Clouds began to threaten the once sunny New York sky, the hue of blue and whiteness of clouds transforming into bounds of gray. Thunder threatened New York short after the change in color, the low rumbling startling many people within the state, yourself included. Your body jolted in surprise to the crackle of thunder that flooded throughout the tower, causing you to mutter a reminder to chastise Thor to get his ducks in a row and stop the antics when he returned from the mission.

Much to your dismay, while all of the Avengers were out saving the world, you were bedridden with the flu, a cup of scalding tea occupying your hands and sniffling exploding all throughout the commons room. Head craning from the TV towards the window, you allowed your mind to wander about what you would be doing if you hadn't came down with this God forsaken sickness.

"You probably shouldn't be sitting so close to the window," a familiar voice snapped you out of your trance, resulting in your attention to focus on the metal arm soldier who leaned against the common's room door frame, a bionic arm folded across his flesh one and resting on his chest. A gray tank top accompanied the top half of his body while a pair of black sweats covered his legs. Trailing down further, your eyes noticed that for the first time ever, the former HYDRA agent was barefoot. Bringing your sight back to his face, you took notice that his long locks were in a half up, half down hairstyle, the upper half tied off in a small bun.

That's adorable, you thought to yourself, finally nodding to acknowledge his statement and sipping your tea, eyes meeting with the TV again.

All the while, Bucky was examining your current state, keeping a mental note to keep his distance away from you due to the sniffles your nose emitted every couple of seconds. An oversize shirt hid the fact that you lacked a bra, having been too lazy to put one on earlier in the morning. Although you wore a pair of jogging shorts and fuzzy socks, a soft throw blanket covered your lower body as you curled up on the couch. Nothing was exciting about your hair, the disheveled mess thrown into the ugliest of buns known to mankind.

Another low rumble of thunder was then partnered with a terrifying bolt of lightning, heart skipping a beat as it distracted you from your binge watching. Sucking your teeth, you placed your tea on the coffee table that sat before you, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body when you achingly got up from the couch, sulking your way to the window in attempts to close the curtain.

Before you knew it, the harsh sound of raindrops pelted the tower as one arm held the throw against your chest while the other was closing the curtain. Huffing in satisfaction, you sauntered your way back to the couch, ignoring Bucky's presence in the process.

A couple minutes went by, only the sound of the TV, endless sniffling, the sipping of your beverage, and breathing being heard within the commons room. Furrowing your eyebrows, you broke the silence between the two of you, "Are you babysitting me?"

Shaking his head in response to your inquiry, Bucky broke his previous arm folding position and carefully trekked his way into the room. Keep an eye on her, I don't wanna see her dead. Was all that swept his thoughts, recounting the text Steve had sent him minutes prior to entering the commons room.

"No. Just checking on you," he cleared his throat, diamond blues meeting with the TV as he sat himself down on recliner that sat adjacent to the couch you currently occupied. "because you're sick and all."

"Steve asked you to though, right?" you assumed, knowing the Captain long enough meant you predicted what he possibly says and more importantly, what he doesn't.

An unexpected crackle of thunder that erupted about the afternoon sky resulted in you hissing a profanity, hands involuntarily shaking your mug, which spilled its contents all over your lap. The scalding beverage seeped its way past the throw and onto your bare thighs, a painful deep breath being sucked in revealing how much pain the tea provided.

"Perfect! Just perfect," you scolded yourself as the blanket was peeled from your contact, compliments of Bucky, who's face was contorted with concern as his eyes sized you up and down.

"Are you O.K.?" The once concerned expression was then taken over with his blues nearly popping out of their sockets, lips pressed closely together at the sight of your thighs. Of all questions he could've ironically asked, that was the one he wished he could've taken back.

Confusion etched your demeanor, eyes meeting to see why the soldier's face was the way it was. Sighing, you threw your head back after they trailed down to your thighs, red spots patching them. Although the pain was still present, it didn't match with the fear that blisters would make their way to your thighs, worsening your state. Not only would you have to ride out the rest of your flu, but you would have to wait for the blisters to disappear.

"I'm gonna do something," Bucky proposed in a calm voice in attempts that his idea wouldn't cause a weird tension between the two of you. "you can't freak out or push me away though."

Scrunching your eyebrows and throwing a bewildered look his way, it was then replaced with an astonished expression as the cold metal of Bucky's arm pressed on your thigh, cooling the searing pain. Bucky maintained a nonchalant demeanor, as if it was normal to naturally place your hand on your colleagues burned leg. His eyes lingered around the commons room, meeting with everything but your eyes as you stared him down, tons of questions whirring in your mind.

A small scoff escaped your lips when the cool metal was moved to your other thigh, the stinging sensation vanishing when the frigidness of the metal met with the burn. Arms crossing against your chest, you sniffled and continued your staring contest with Bucky, who still avoided your gaze as his right hand rested upon his own thigh.

"That's cool. Look at everything but," your address to Bucky was then cut off by a sneeze, turning your head away from Bucky and bringing your sleeve up to your mouth to prevent from spreading your sickness to Bucky. Chills exploded all about your body, shivering due to the lack of the tea stained throw having been thrown off of your body. Warning the super soldier, you squirmed slightly under his grip, mentally scrapping your initial address to him. "You're gonna get sick, y'know."

Eyes meeting to glaze into yours, Bucky sighed and shrugged at your warning, a coy smile etching his face. "We'll be sick together, no biggie."

"I have the flu, and it sucks. It's gonna be more than a biggie." Heart skipping a beat, your breath hitched as Bucky's lips hovered just centimeters away from yours. His tongue glided across his lower lip as his eyes rapidly flashed from your eyes to your lips. Hesitation racked within your brain as you mirrored his gesture, hands making their way to cup his face as your lids fluttered shut and melded upon his.

Pulling back from the lip lock, a small chuckle erupted from the super soldier as he attempted to regain his breathing, "That was so worth getting sick."

A small blush sweeping your cheeks, you nodded your head in disagreement to his statement. Disbelief still flooded your thoughts as you replayed the afternoon continuously. "It's not when you throw your brains up tomorrow."

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it was raining so i figured this small imagine would go good with the weather. it's short but hope it'll hold ya over, i'm currently working on two longer imagines so i hope you enjoy this while i continue to work on those. pls and thx!

thank you. gracias. merci. domo arigato. grazie. danke sehr. mahalo. multumesc.

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