Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - a long time, pt. 1

Summary: You and Bucky are both ex Hydra weapons who've escaped your pasts. You grow close in your time on the run, until Thanos snaps.

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Without a warning to the others, I landed in Wakanda, my fist landing hard in the dirt with a ground-shaking thud.

I was once an enemy to the Avengers, having been one of the soldiers trained by Hydra, but with an ability I was stolen from my family for. I could use my mind to move things, or manipulate things, including people's actions, but not thoughts, along with the ability to transfer health and life, and Hydra wanted me as a weapon. They kidnapped me when I was 7, and they've had me for the last twenty years. But when the Winter Soldier - or should I say Bucky - broke out of his brainwashing in 2014, he saved my life on that helicarrier and took me with him.

We lived together in Bucharest for two years, though we didn't really speak for the first month. One day, I decided to ask him why he rescued me. "Why'd you do it?" I asked him, sitting on a mattress on the floor. He was making coffee in the kitchen, though the whole apartment, minus the bathroom, was one room.

"Do what?" Bucky returned the question, which was surprising because he's only spoken three words to me in all the time we'd lived there.

"Save me," I said. He turned around, his hair hanging in his face, covering his eyes. "You didn't have to. You could have just saved yourself, but you took me with you. Why?"

Bucky sighed, taking a sip from his plain black mug. He gulped it down and sighed. " I felt responsible for Hydra doing to you what they did to me. It's torture. I couldn't leave you there."

"Why? Why couldn't you leave me? Why did you feel responsible?" I pushed. I stood up now, getting more aggressive than I should have.

"Because I was the one who took you!!" Bucky slammed his metal fist on the counter, making me jump out of fear and surprise. Bucky set his mug down, lifting his head and making his hair fall out of his face. He saw the fear in my eyes, and guilt flooded into his. He lowered his voice almost to a whisper, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. But it was me. I feel responsible because I am responsible. I'm so sorry, Y/N..."

It was another two weeks of silence between us. Bucky tried to avoid me, like being too close to him would hurt me, and I tried to respect his need for distance. I went out to the market in hopes of finding something to give to him to show I forgave him, and I wound up just buying food. When I got back to the apartment, I emptied the paper bag of groceries into the refrigerator, leaving a smaller paper bag on the counter with Bucky's gift. I waited for him to get out of the shower, and he walked out in sweatpants with his wet hair sitting like a mop on his head.

I walked up to him, standing in his way so he couldn't escape the confrontation. Water droplets fell from his hair onto his bare chest, but I tried to ignore his defined muscles, which took a lot of my focus away from what I was doing. I held out the paper bag to him, and he hesitated before accepting the peace offering. He opened it, reaching in and pulling out one of the plums I'd gotten for him.

"Plums?" He asked in a soft voice, confused as he put it back in the bag.

"I couldn't really find anything else, but I wanted to give you something to show you I forgive you-"

"It's perfect, Y/N," Bucky interrupted me before a rant. "Thank you. For forgiving me... and the plums."

After that, we actually connected more as friends. I got to know all about his life before Hydra. I knew so much about him now, like his middle name, favorite color, the music he liked. I would have told him about myself, but I didn't really know much about me. So, naturally, Bucky helped me figure out what I liked. We rented movies, ate at different restaurants despite the risk, and he actually got me to laugh. It was the first time in twenty years I'd ever laughed or smiled, and it was with him. That's why I cared about him so much.