Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - hate

Summary: Due to your annoyance of Bucky's ignorance towards you, Steve forces some bonding time on the two of you.

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I always tried to be nice to Bucky. He was a good guy with a rough past, and I felt like he needed comfort. I guess that's why I sucked at the missions we went out on. Even when undercover, I would protect Bucky at all costs, even if he never tried to get along with me the way I did with him. I would always say hello every time I passed him, or offer to make him something to eat or drink, or I'd offer to help train with him in the gym, but he never reciprocated the kindness I showed him. He'd always try to brush it off or ignore me altogether.

The rest of the Avengers didn't really know I had any special abilities other than my talent for fighting. I was able to hold excellent stamina and keep a fight going without tiring until long after my opponent was defeated. The only thing that puzzled them was how I could get away without a scratch on me - which was my real ability. I healed at such an excessive rate that I could survive almost anything. That's what no one knew about.

Over the past year I've been at the Tower, I've made connections with Sam and Steve, and I've tried questioning them about why Bucky ignores me.

"Hey, Steve," I said, sitting across from him at the table one morning while he was eating breakfast. "Can I ask you something that's been bothering me?"

"What's going on?" He returned the question.

"Does Bucky hate me?" I asked, which seemed to surprise him.

"Why would Bucky hate you?" Steve questioned, taking another bite of whatever he was eating. I think it was oatmeal, but I wasn't paying attention to that.

"I don't know," I told him. "I've tried being nice to him and accept him as part of them team, but he just doesn't seem to like me. He always ignores me, no matter what I do. Even if it's just me saying hi in the hallway."

"Why don't you ask him that? Why ask me?"

"Because you're his best friend, and he probably would still just ignore me," I said. "You know what? Nevermind. I don't know why I bothered asking. Forget I asked."

I stood up and walked out of the kitchen. I headed down the hall to the elevator, which opened right as I walked up to it. Bucky stepped out, sweat soaking through the t-shirt he just used to work out in. I didn't say hi to him this time, stepping into the elevator without a word to him. As the doors closed, Bucky looked at me confused.

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"You want me to what?" I questioned Steve, not believing what I was hearing. I crossed my arms, shifting my weight onto one leg.

"Train with Bucky," Steve repeated. "He's quick, but he's much bigger than you so naturally, he's slower. You're both excellent fighters, and you could both use some extra workout time. Besides, maybe you two could have an actual conversation since you both seem to be actively ignoring one another."

"No," I told him. "I'm not doing. Not happening."

Next thing I knew, I was walking into the gym, sneaking up on Bucky like Steve had told me not to. He always warned me not to sneak up on Bucky because he's so used to having constant threats that he might actually attack me. So naturally, I didn't listen. I crept slowly into the gym, spreading my weight out so my footsteps were nice and light. Bucky was hitting away at a punching bag, his right knuckles wrapped to keep them from bleeding. I suddenly jumped onto his back, causing him to grab hold of me and throw me forward onto the floor, pinning me by my neck with his metal left arm.

I grabbed his forearm and used my body weight to push him to my left onto his back, pinning him to the floor. He looked up at me, confused and out of breath. "Y/N?" Bucky said.