Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - a sign

Summary: You're mute, but Bucky takes a while to figure that out, so he learns sign language for you.

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I used to have such a beautiful voice, from what I can remember. I used to laugh, and sing, and speak four different languages so fluently, and mimic a dozen different accents. I used to talk people's ears off, and make people smile with the jokes I told. But all of that ended when a few Russians "took me in" for questioning on my computer skills and, in attempts to kill me, slashed my throat. Luckily, I'd been found by the Avengers, who's saved my life, but couldn't save my voice.

Tony Stark and Nick Fury both had prior knowledge of my computer and engineering capabilities, and decided to let me join the team, with some needed combat training for emergency situations. I was 22 when my life changed so dramatically. Two years later, once I'd been accustomed to ASL as well as the rest of the team to some extent, one Sergeant James Barnes joined the team.

I'd learned what I could about him from Steve, who told me he'd fought with him in the war, they were best friends, and he'd had some rough history with Hydra - a Russian based group who'd brainwashed him into being their personal assassin, or as they thought, a vigilante. He'd been freed of his memories of his days with Hydra, and Steve would prefer if I didn't mention anything about it. Not like I could say anything, though.

And so Bucky was on the team. I didn't see much of him, no one did, except Steve, of course. I was primarily based in either the lab or the computers room, where I'd be finding constant broadcasts across the world of missions I could send some of the team on. My days weren't terribly busy, though. Usually nothing major would come up, so half the time I'd be elsewhere in the tower until FRIDAY told me something interesting had come up.

Today was one of those days, and I'd found myself in my bedroom getting ready to go out and do some shopping. I had one of my records going, blasting I Love You, Baby off one of my Frank Sinatra records in my room as I threw my hair up into a ponytail. I wore a black dress with tiny non-patterned white dots and a pair of black flats to keep comfortable. It was a little fancy, but I didn't usually leave the tower for anything, so I figured I'd look nice.

As I was finishing up the last touches of my mascara, there was a loud knock on my door. I slipped into my flats and set down my mascara tube just as they knocked again. I ran to the door and opened it, finding the tall, dark, and handsome figure of Bucky Barnes standing in my doorway. I waved and smiled, nodding for him to come in. He came inside as I ran to turn my music down to a low volume.

"Hey, Y/n, 'veyou gotta sec ?" Bucky asked. I shook my head no. "Oh, well, um... I know you're goin' out, would you mind if I came with you? I need to get out of the tower, and I was thinkin', if it's alright with you, if I maybe treated you to lunch? If not, it's alright, I understand-..."

No, it's okay. I don't mind, I signed. He cocked his head aside, confused at the gestures I was making. Do you not understand ASL?

"I-I don't know what you're doing with your hands, there, doll-..." he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. He must not have known I couldn't speak. "Sorry..." I contemplated if I should whisper, knowing it'd make my message clearer, but it wouldn't sound pretty. Instead, I just pointed to myself, then shook my head, and mimicked a speaking motion with my hand. "You can't speak?" I shook my head. "Were you born without a voice or...?"

I turned my record player completely off and walked up closer to him, pointing at the long, thin scar on my neck from the knife the Russians used on me three years ago. He looked down, clearly taking pity on me, and I subconsciously rubbed the thin pink line.