One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

19th (BUCKY BARNES) 5

WARNINGS: Violence, cursing, stalking (if that triggers something)

Bucky waited for you the next day, but a guard came to his cell, giving him his daily food and clothes. He asked about where you were, and why weren't you around, and the guard told him how you already resigned to look for a more decent job somewhere in the city. And for any consolation, the guard told him that they were to find another caregiver for him in replacement. But he did not want anyone else. He only wanted you.

He planned one thing as he laid on his bed all day, and dreamt of your face, voice and body at night. He missed you. And his blood boils as soon as he remembers how you lied straight to his face.

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"Code red! I repeat, code red-- agh!"

His metal hand wrapped around the neck of the guards by his cell, throwing him to the wall in one swift move. Bucky took the radio on the floor before he crushed it using his bare hands.

He strode through the hallways, where 4 guards were coming right at him with tasers and guns with rubber bullets. He smirked, enjoying the bloodbath that is about to happen within the asylum grounds, the thought of burning it down to ashes whispering in the back of his mind.

~~~

"Oh my god, look at that."

Your friend, Tori, gasped as she pointed the TV screen. You were currently hanging out with your new friends at work, just two months after you quit your job back at the far-off asylum.

"Why?" Melissa, one of the tenured clerks rushed to her side, "what is it?"

You rather busied yourself preparing sandwiches in her kitchen counter  and eating pasta when you heard that Tori mentioned the name of the asylum you previously worked at, the memories of him washing back to you.

"What did it say?" You spoke up, walking to the living room, your eyes trained on the TV.

"The asylum burned down last night, and there had been no official count for survivors," she sighed, "god, that's horrible."

"Hello," Melissa scoffed, "they're criminally insane people. Serves them right, I guess?"

"Do you know what caused it?" Your breath shook, afraid of what may have happened to Bucky.

"Not really. They said security cameras were broken to bits, and everyone inside were...already dead when they went in for search and rescue," Tori shrugged, "I have no idea."

You remembered how Bucky was situated at the top floor, in a solidary cell far away from other patients with only few guards left with him. What if he never made it out? The concrete cell was too thick to be destroyed, and his cuffs, they were made to null his bionic arm.

You wanted to go back to the place, but you know you couldn't.

But, little did you know, Bucky was standing near the window of the house you were currently in. His eyes scheming over the room, before he found you. He was about to break in, when he noticed you weren't alone.

He opted to stay back, waited until you rode your car, and drive off into the late night streets. He smirked to himself.

Finally, he found you again.