Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - siberia

Summary: You were there in Siberia, Russia with Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Zemo. Those were defining moments, and that's when everything changed.

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Steve landed the ship in the snowy blizzard of Siberia. I looked at Bucky, the man I'd been engaged to before he fell from that train in '44. I laced my fingers in his, looking softly into his eyes with a fear unspoken. He held that same look in his eyes, knowing what could happen if the other Winter Soldiers were let out. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, telling me he'd never let anything happen to me.

"Do you know how this ends, Y/n?" Bucky asked me.

"No," I answered. "I haven't seen anything yet."

"Will I know when you do?"

"You will."

We unstrapped ourselves and Bucky opened a small door, pulling out a large gun and loading it. I stood next to him by the ship's door as it opened, letting a blast of cold wind run inside, chilling my spine. "You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?" Steve asked, looking at Bucky.

"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky returned the question.

"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for Y/n," Steve replied, looking over Bucky's shoulder at me.

"And you hopelessly tried to flirt with a redhead," I reminded Steve.

"She's gotta be a hundred years old by now," Bucky said.

"So are we, pal," Steve smirked, slapping his hand on Bucky's right shoulder. They both smiled, and seeing Bucky happy again was something that never failed to make me smile. Steve gave him a pat on the back and a quick nod to me, and we exited the ship.

"He can't have been here more than a few hours," I said, looking at the open door to the bunker.

"Long enough to wake 'em up," Bucky added nervously, shooting me a mildly panicked glance. We walked inside, Steve in front, Bucky insisting he stay behind me for protection. We walked over to an elevator, filing inside one at a time. Bucky checked behind us before getting in, and he took hold of my hand with his warm flesh one. "You okay, doll?"

"Yeah," I replied as the doors closed and we began to move downwards. "Peachy."

"Don't lie to me," he said. "Please."

I let my eyes flicker up into his, then slowly wrapped my arms around him. He enveloped me in a hug, kissing the top of my head. "I'm scared I'll lose you again," I whispered, only for him to hear.

"You won't lose me," Bucky replied, his voice as low as mine. "I promise." When the elevator stopped, I let go, and Bucky readied his gun. I pulled my handgun from its holster on my thigh, and Steve lifted the gate that sat between us and the long hallway. "Y/n, stay close to me."

"I will."

Bucky and Steve led the way, and I stayed just inches behind them in case someone popped out in front of us. Bucky constantly looked back to make sure I was still there, and I always gave him a reassuring nod. The place was quiet, almost too quiet. Bucky led us up a small flight of stairs, Steve behind me, when a loud bang echoed through the hall.

We all spun around, Bucky lightly pushing me behind Steve's shield and aiming his gun towards the source of the noise. I peeked around the side of the shield, holding my gun up as well. "Ready?" Steve asked, his voice dropped an octave from a mix of anger and fear.

"Yeah," Bucky replied. I stayed silent, keeping my focus on the doors. They were forced open, but not without a screech of protest, and out walked a familiar red suit. I lowered my gun, and Steve lowered his shield, but only a little. He walked towards us, his helmet disappearing into the rest of his suit, revealing Tony's face to us.