Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - psychic connection

Summary: A scary situation unlocks an ability you didn't know you had, and links your brain to your best friend Bucky's. That's when everything changed for both of you...

(it's super long fyi, but enjoy nonetheless) :)

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The entire tower is convinced I have a secret superhuman ability, which, using my last 26 years of life as a reference, doesn't seem to be the case. The only thing I'd let them convince me of being that's anything other than a normal person would be a psychic. I've described - in precise detail, may I add - the near entirety of the life of one Steve Grant Rogers, with specific facts you couldn't find in a museum, online, or anywhere but Steve's deeper conscious. Like the crush he used to have on Bucky's older sister, - which he swore me from ever mentioning to anyone - or the time he caught Bucky cheating on a math test freshman year, and took four detentions for Bucky because he chose not to write his name on his paper and claimed Bucky's nameless one was his, just to keep him out of trouble that could've gotten him expelled.

Steve was at the very least convinced I was psychic, while Tony, Nat, Wanda, Sam, Bruce, Thor and Peter were all completely hung on the idea of me having superpowers. Clint, Pietro, Rhodey, and Bucky were all sceptic of either idea, but no one's opinion really swayed my thoughts on being just a plain ol' human being.

"Hey doll," a cheery Bucky said, strolling up to me as I walked down the hall, slinging his arm around my waist like always. "Did you-"

"You're doin' that thing again, Buck," Sam said, walking backwards in front of us to see us on our way to the kitchen.

"What thing?" Bucky asked, looking up from me and ahead to Sam.

"The thing where you act like she's your girlfriend and not mine," Sam teased, making me roll my eyes at him.

"I'm nobody's girlfriend, here, Sam," I chimed in. "I belong to myself, thank you very much."

"You're no fun, Y/n," Sam said. "But I am."

I rolled my eyes again. "Go drink your protein shake and join the old guy in the conference room," I told him, knowing he was already late for a briefing.

"Hey, oldest guy's right here, darlin'," Bucky said, regaining my attention. "That hurts."

"Sucks to suck, huh, Barnes?" I smiled up at him. "So what was it you were saying?"

"Right," he nodded once. "Did you want to get some ice cream? There's none left in the freezer, and I know how much you love your 10p.m. snacks."

"I'd love to," I replied.

> later >

We walked down the warm night streets of New York City, the street lights adding just enough light to see where we were going. More of the lights in the city were off than usual, adding a tinge of gloom and eerie mystery to the atmosphere. I licked my chocolate ice cream cone as I walked side by side with Bucky down the sidewalk.

"-or there was the time that I ditched school to take this goody-two-shoes girl on a date, but she got nervous about missing class and told the principle I was skipping. Luckily, my teacher had his back turned to the windows when I jumped in and sat in my seat before I got caught," Bucky said with a deep laugh.

"My high school experience wasn't nearly as interesting," I replied. "I got average grades, dated average or pieces of shit guys, and never really got into trouble."

"Oh come on, I doubt you didn't cause at least one epic mishap in high school," Bucky told me. "I'd never believe you if you told me that."

"Well, there was this one chemistry lab where we supposed to be making big piles of weird foam crap, god, I don't remember what it was made with. But, I purposely dumped in the wrong chemical and caused the foam - instead of just rising and seeping out onto my table - it exploded everywhere! It got on the floor, the ceiling, other kids, it was so funny, you should've seen my teacher's face!"