Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - sorry

Summary: Your first dangerous mission leads to a heated argument between you and Bucky, but it doesn't go as expected.

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It took me almost a year to finally become friends with Bucky Barnes. He wasn't easy to get along with during the time I spent trying to crack him and figure him out. But once I got past that outer shell, Bucky became the sweetest, most kind person I'd ever met. He helped train me to fight someone with his strength and showed me how to be faster and sneakier than even him.

I was never really much of a fighter before Bucky. I had been more of an organizer because of my skill in strategic planning. Everyone else constantly tried to call me a genius because every plan I've made for missions has been fool proof, but I never accepted the compliment. But once Bucky and I became friends, he taught me how to fight, and I never thought I would accel at it the way I did. Over the course of a few months of training, I was finally allowed out on missions. The first three were easy - extracting information from enemy databases - and there wasn't more than a guard or two that I had to fight off.

Today's mission, however, was going to be much different, and it took a week of convincing for Steve to let me go with him and Bucky. We stood in the jet as it lowered onto the roof of the building next-door to the one we were raiding. There were four hostages inside that we needed to rescue, and we had to do it in less than an hour before they blew up the building. We landed and the engines we silenced.

"I still don't like you being here, Y/N," Steve told me, Bucky's eyes avoiding me entirely, his mind fuming.

"Just stick to the plan and I'll be fine," I said. "Remember, Bucky, you take the south stairwell to the basement and take out the guards, then meet me upstairs on the ground floor. Steve, take the north stairwell down and free the hostages, taking them out the lobby. I'll go through the lobby and keep them distracted while you get them out. Once their free, we meet back here by 1:25. If one of us isn't back by then... Get. Yourselves. Out. Got it?"

Steve nodded.

"Bucky?" I asked, gaining his attention but not his eye contact. He nodded once, seeming unsure, but I continued to climb out of the quinjet. The super soldiers jumped across buildings while I hooked onto the ledge of the roof. I slid down the rope attached to my belt and unhooked myself when I was on the ground. I walked casually to the front entrance, walking through the spinning doors like I owned the place. The security guards knew who I was and instantly tried to ask me to leave, claiming that it was a private building, but by the time I ignored my way to the front desk, they stopped asking nicely.

I kicked one of their knees, causing him to stumble backwards. I dodged two punches from the second guard, but the third hit me square in the face. I pushed myself up onto the front desk, jumping off onto the guy's back. He threw himself back onto the floor, knocking the air out of my lungs and getting me off of him. He kicked my stomach to keep me down and pulled out a gun.

"Shit," I mumbled, kicking the gun aside, the bullet hitting the floor not two inches from my head. My ears rang and I stood back up, blinking rapidly to get my eyes to focus. I swung at the guard, hitting him twice before he grabbed my head and smacked it against the desk. My vision blurred, my ears kept ringing, I felt sick. His hand was gone and I stumbled forward, leaning my weight on the desk. I tried to blink away the concussion-like symptoms, only mildly successful. I turned around and watched Bucky slam the guy against the wall, knocking him out.

He turned to me as the guard fell to the floor. I saw his lips say something, but the ringing was too loud for me to understand him. I squinted my eyes at him, trying to step forward, but getting dizzy and falling forward. I landed on my hands and Bucky quickly helped me to my feet. He said something else, but it was still fuzzy.

"What?" I asked loudly, according to Bucky's facial expression. My voice sounded cloudy, but my hearing faded back to normal.

"I said, 'Are you okay?'" Bucky repeated. "You look like you're ready to throw up."

"Yeah, no, I'm good," I lied, rubbing my temple, but not long enough to look like I was actually in any pain. I turned when I heard a door open, seeing five more guards running towards us. "Ah, shit."

The first three went after Bucky, seeing as he was much bigger than I was. The other two came at me, and I managed to block their punches at the same time. I swung a kick at one of them, but he grabbed my leg and spun it until I lost my balance and landed on my stomach. I swiped my leg across his and knocked him down, standing up and punching the other in the jaw. I hit him again in the stomach and kicked him back into the wall. I turned to check on the other guard, but he was right behind me and had a gun aimed at my head.

A circular shield hit him in the face, knocking him unconscious. "Time to go," Steve said. He ran to help Bucky fight off the remaining guards. A pair of arms wrapped around my neck and started choking me. I flipped forward, knocking the guard off me, but losing my breath in the process. I sat up slowly, my vision blurred, finding no one but unconscious guards on the floor around me. Where were Bucky and Steve?

I stumbled to my feet, heading in a jagged line for the door. I walked around to the other building and clipped the rope back onto my belt. It pulled me back to the roof and I used my shaking arms to pull myself up, unhooking the rope and crawling forward a little to get away from the edge. I staggered over to the quinjet, dropping into my seat, out of breath.

"What the hell happened back there, Bucky? You were supposed to take care of the basement guards," Steve argued.

"You didn't stick to the plan?" I questioned. "Steve, did you get the hostages out?"

"Not all of them," Steve answered. "One of them was shot."

"Bucky, what the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you go to the basement?" I yelled at him as we took off.

"I- You were-"

"No, I said stick to the goddamn plan, Buck!"

"You needed my help, Y/N. I wasn't gonna let you die!" Bucky yelled back.

"That wasn't the fucking plan! I gave you one job to do, Bucky, and you couldn't do that because you got all selfish, like usual! You can't risk the lives of innocent people to save my life!" I stood up quickly, my head buzzing and my vision blurring again. I winced and held my head, but tried to stay strong. "Next time you stick to the plan and leave me to do my part! If I die, then so be it!"

"I'm not gonna do that, Y/N, and you know it!" Bucky yelled at me.

"Stop trying to fucking protect me!! I don't need your protection, and I definitely don't need your goddamn help! So just stop, Bucky!"

"I'm not gonna let you die!!" Bucky's voice boomed through the quinjet, his metal hand gripping onto my arm hard enough to hurt me. Bucky instantly realized what he'd done and let go of me. His eyes had such fear in them, and I'd never seen Bucky so scared - even after waking up from a nightmare. "Oh my god, no, Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

I pulled him into a hug, knowing that was the one thing he never wanted to do. Bucky was always so careful with me, like if he touched me a certain way, I would shatter like glass. He held onto me tight, his chin buried into my shoulder, mumbling "I'm sorry's." I used one of my hands to run through his hair and pet the beck of his head to calm him down.

"It's okay," I told him in a whisper. "You didn't mean to, I know. I forgive you."

Without letting Steve see it, I kissed Bucky's cheek. Though I tried to hide my affection for him, Bucky apparently decided "fuck it" and kissed my lips, which took me by surprise. I gave in and kissed him back, and Bucky immediately kept holding me when we pulled away. I never wanted to let go.

"Oh," Steve's voice said from next to us. "Alright then."