Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - mind reader

Summary: You can read minds, and on a dare, you read Bucky's.

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For as long as I can remember, I've been able to know everything about a person by touching them. It always seemed like the coolest thing when they put it in movies or comic books, but the way I've learned about people by contact was painful.

If I were to touch a person's arm or hand, I would go into a seizure-like trance. I would shake violently, and my eyes would roll back into my head, but I'd remain there, making contact until I'd flashed through their whole life in a matter of 10 seconds or less. Of course, to me, I couldn't see or feel what I was doing because I was experiencing every last moment of a person's life through their eyes. I would see everything they saw, feel everything they felt - including pain - and feel the same emotions they've been through.

Most of the time, after having a vision, I would cry. I would either see something sad in their life - which was most often - or I felt an agonizing physical pain they went through. If I'd wanted to, I could let other people see my life, but everyone that's seen it left me. That's why I stopped making physical contact with people when I was 12.

Nine years later, I found myself in the Avengers Tower with Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Bucky. Sam was like family to me, he'd always been there for me through thick and thin, and he helped rescue me almost four years ago when I was 18, along with Steve and Natasha. I'd been running away from home because my parents didn't accept what I could do and thought I was crazy. I'd been living near Washington D.C., which is where I ran into Sam after he'd had his morning run.

"You okay kid? You look rough," Sam had said to me, sitting against a tree, out of breath.

"What do you know about it?" I'd replied rudely. Needless to say, I was not a good kid.

"Well, aren't you a happy camper," he joked, trying to lighten my mood. "Where're you from?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I know the look," Sam answered. "Come on, let me buy you something to eat. You look like you haven't eaten in days."

He wasn't wrong, I was starving. Because of my ability, I never wanted to get a job, so I didn't have any money to get food once I left my parents house. Sam took me to a small corner café and bought me everything I could eat. He got to know my past once I finally decided to open up to him about myself. We spent the whole day together, and he offered to let me use his spare room until I found my own place. When Sam gave up the comfort of his house for the Avengers Tower, I joined him, after Tony Stark decided I was smart enough to work with his tech.

Steve and Natasha were also good friends of mine, both of them kind of taking me under their wings when Sam introduced us. Then there was Bucky.

Bucky joined us at the Tower a little over a year ago. Ever since then, he's kind of actively avoided me. I was fine with it for a while, glad to not get all that much attention. But once he started leaving rooms when I walked in, it started getting to me. I remember a time he was walking out of the kitchen and I was walking into it, and his arm brushed mine. I nearly fell over from panic, but his long-sleeved shirt had been a thin layer of protection against disaster. I knew Bucky had a rough past, with Hydra brainwashing him, but I never knew anything past the surface. I wanted to know him, but I didn't know if contact was the way I wanted to find out.

I wandered the halls at midnight, knowing I heard voices from the other room. I walked into the sitting room on the floor I lived on with Steve, Sam, and Bucky, finding those three plus Natasha and Wanda sitting in a circle of chairs, laughing.