Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - a long time, pt. 2

Summary: After you sacrifice yourself to save Bucky, you're brought back and are reunited with Bucky after five long years.

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"No. No!!" I yelled, watching Y/N turn to dust. I reached and grabbed a handful of what was left of her, feeling guilt for her death. She sacrificed herself for me and it killed me to lose her. I slammed my fist into the ground, the pain of it surprising me. I looked at my left arm, where I should have seen silver metal, but instead, I saw uncovered skin - smaller and skinnier than my other arm. It was the arm I'd lost in the war. She gave it back to me. At least the last time I saw her face, she was smiling. I let the tears fall, standing up. "Steve?"

I looked to my best friend, who had just seen everything. I felt my heart rip in half, the wave of emotions of losing the girl I'd slowly fallen in love with settling in. I felt a sob escape my throat, and I choked on it, forcing it into a stifled cough. I took a step forward, stumbling onto my knees. Steve stood by me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

> 5 Years Later >

Y/N's POV

I gasped and sat up, finding myself in the woods where I'd been with Bucky before everything was empty. There was no one in sight. I stood up, trying to call out for Bucky, but my voice was gone. I cleared my throat, swallowing my spit to get rid of the dryness. "Bucky?! Hello?!" I called out, wandering around. "Anyone?!"

"Y/N?!" I heard a familiar voice call from a distance.

"Bucky?!" I got excited, running towards the voice, but instead of finding Bucky, I found Sam. "Oh, Sam. It's you."

"Don't sound so excited," Sam said, standing up and brushing himself off. Wanda walked around a tree from beside us. "Wanda."

"Where is everyone?" T'Challa wandered up to us in his suit.

"I don't know, they were here a minute ago," I answered. We all heard a sizzling sound and turned to see a yellow circle appear, and a guy with black hair and a high collared cloak walk through it. It was a portal, made by Doctor Stephen Strange.

"Time to go," he said. No one moved. "It's been five years, and they need out help. Captain America, Tony Stark, must I continue? Let's go."

> later >

After the fight, there was a funeral for Tony. I stood in the middle of the crowd, not being too important to Tony, but not too distant so I could show him more respect. He hated me, but I accepted that because I was a best friend and an ex-coworker of the man who killed his parents. When Tony's arc reactor core was sent off into the water, I shifted my stance and tilted my head up. I silently Tony for helping to bring me back. After a few moments of silence, I walked over to a bench and sat down, staring off into the distance, thinking.

The day was beautiful, perfect, almost, had it not been for Tony Stark's funeral. I was calm, but I was still trying to process what happened to me in those five years I was gone. I don't think I've ever felt more empty than that. There was nothing, it was like I didn't exist but I was conscious, if that makes sense. I was blank, like an empty canvas, and no matter how badly I wanted to feel something, I couldn't. I couldn't even remember his eyes. His face, his hair, his arm... his presence was untraceable. I remembered him, but I didn't remember him. And I still haven't seen him. Did I even save him? Was Bucky alive? Did he still die despite my attempt to save his life? Would he have come back too if he did die? . Did I lose him forever?

"Y/N?" I lifted my head and my ears perked up. I felt my eyes widen, my gut telling me I knew that voice. I stood up, taking one last look at the sky before turning around to face them. When our eyes met, it was like galaxies collided - my heart pounded against my chest, every nerve in my body on edge and wanting only one thing, and that thing was standing right in front of me. It was him.

"Bucky..." I breathed, my heart racing faster and faster by the second. His deep blue eyes were threatened by tears, and they were just as wide as mine.

"Y/N," Bucky said. He ran to me, wrapping both of his flesh arms around me as tight as he could. He held onto me like if he let go, I would vanish all over again. His chin rested on top of my head as I hugged him back just as strong. "Y/N, you're so stupid! Why would you do that? You should've let me die!"

"I couldn't live with myself if I did," I replied, the emotion behind his words cracking his voice as tears probably fell down his face. "I had to save you, I had to!"

"You saved someone not worth saving! You could've been dead forever and I'd never see you again!"

"I don't care! You're worth everything and, dammit, Bucky-" I pulled away, both of our crying faces visible to each other. "I love you, too!"

Before he could say anything else, I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine, sealing them in a kiss. The beating of my heart made it seem like a panicking decision, but through five years of not being able to feel or understand how much I truly cared about him, the decision had been kept from me until now. His left hand - his real hand - grabbed my face, too, the other holding my waist flush to his. Every ounce of me was in love with the man in front of me, and my heart ached just at the thought of him - but it was a good ache. As my breath shortened, I pulled away, looking Bucky in the eyes.

His beautiful blue eyes could make me melt right there in his arms. I wiped the tears from his face, both of us smiling and laughing lightly. I was so happy just to be there with him, I felt like I would never need anything else in life ever again. Bucky pressed his forehead against mine, smiling just as wide as I was. He pulled me back into the hug, holding me just the way I needed him to - closely, and just being there to do it.