Sebastian Stan Imagines

«Please Stop Doing That- Bucky»

Title: Please Stop Doing That

Relationship: Friends but crushin'

Summary: They flirted and things got heated

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I walked down the hall of Stark tower. I wonder the halls when I can't sleep or just had a nightmare. Now then I'll find myself 3 in the morning in the couch passed out. So I would usually walk back to my bed.

I run my hand across the wall as I passed it. I looked at it wondering how life would be if I never went to HYDRA. Never became a monster with powers I hate. The power to be able to kill without the remorse to do it. The power to snap and not be able to come back into control. The power to kill someone with one squeeze. And the pain and gilt you get right after you have done it comes in.

But another thing I wish I never had. Was the memories. Of HYDRA. They just haunt me for days, nights, weeks, months, years, forever. I arrive at the training room. I see the punching bag. The memory flows through.

I punched and punched the bag. Then it came off the chain. I sighed. Every time I hit a bag it'll break off. Then a man enters. The guards shove him in here. He hanged his head. Then he lifted it up. We only had masks on. Cause they don't like it when we are out of Cyrostatis without the mask when we're training. He then ran up to me. I clothes lined him. He fell to the ground not expecting the sudden power I have. I get on top of him. I start to punch him in the face. Then I feel someone pull me off of him. I noticed his metal arm finally even though he has no shirt on.

A tear fell down my face. I could kill someone so quickly and easily that I had almost killed the Winter Solider. Or his real name James Buchanan Barnes.

We basically came from the same past. Apparently I had tried to reach for him on the train we had fallen off of but I slipped. I got his hand but I accidentally brought him down. It kills me as the memory plays in my head.

I held my hand out as Steve held onto me. We we're trying to reach Bucky. Even though Steve has longer arms than me I somehow was closer to Bucky.

"Bucky just reach out!" I yelled. He reached out and grabbed my hand. But instead of bringing him back to me his hand slipped. Since I was holding onto him I went do. I screamed in fear of death soon to come. Bucky and I had let go. Then I feel the pain in my head.

Tears now going down. Years wasted to some evil monster cult. I had walked into the gym. I looked around. I see the mirrors. I look at myself.

"I'm a wreck." I say to myself. I look at the punching bag. I walk up to it. I start to hit it. As I hit it a image flashes. Of that man who made me become a monster. I keep hitting it. Then it falls off the chain. But I still attack it. I get on top of it and take my knife out that I have close to me. I stab and stab the bag.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" I just keep repeating as the memory of him wiping me went through my head.

They shoved the rubber mouth guard in my mouth. They put something on top of my head. Then I heard something start. Weird. Then I felt one shock. Scream. Second shock. Second scream. Third shock. Third scream. Fourth shock. Fourth scream. Fifth shock. Fifth scream. The pain was overwhelming. I tried to breath but it was hard.

I didn't hear someone enter the room until I was pulled off the bag. I was about to stab them until I opened my eyes.

Bucky.

"Bucky?"
"Kylie what's the matter?" He asked me. He held me close to him. My heart had started to get faster.

"Um nightmares. Then turned to memories. Went here and the memories well ya know." I tell him. He smiles at me. My southern accent drawled out.

Ok yeah I'm great friends with Bucky but we met in the Army. When they needed help and I was there. That's how I met him.

"I'm sorry. I know how it feels to have those memories." He whispered to me as he wiped my tears away. I stared into his eyes. He looked around my face. Then at my eyes. We just stand there staring into each other's eyes.

"Kylie."
"Yes."
"I-I think I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I think I have feelings for you. Like I did back in the 40s." He told me. My breath hitched. My heart beats faster. A smile goes across my face.

"For real?"
"Y-Yes. And I know that you may not have those feelings for me but I want you to know that I-" I cut him off by put my hands on his cheeks and bringing his lips to mine. He seemed shocked at first but kissed back. He put his hands on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Meanwhile...

The Avengers say there watching the couple in the training room. They had forgotten to tell them they could see them through the mirror. Natasha and Wanda ate popcorn. Steve was in the corner with a bucket about puke his head off. Bruce just studied how they lead to the human interaction they are sharing. Confused to how that works. Tony and Clint just narrative the whole thing.

"Cap I think they're using tongue now." Tony just snickers. He hears the Captain puke after he had looked up to see if they were. And they were. Then Clint shouts like a five year old.

"CAP HE'S TOUCHING THE BUTT!" He yelled. Of course Steve looked up. And he saw Bucky grab a hand full of ass. Steve's eyes widen. Then all of a sudden Bucky takes Kylie's shirt off. Steve's eyes widen when he realizes what they're about to do. Then Steve faint. They all laughed at the man in corner.

"Oh can't wait for this show." Tony said pervy like. Bruce had left at the tongue part.

"Ok that's a enough show for you." Natasha takes the boys ears. She drags them out. Wanda used her power to lift Steve out. The woman slammed the door and locked it. They go back to they're chairs and eat the popcorn watching the show.

Meanwhile meanwhile....

Kylie and Bucky knew they were there all along. They just wanted them to think their gonna do it. Even though they do, do it. But Bucky left to his room which happened to be down the hall.

Natasha and Wanda sighed when they left. They were sad they didn't get to see the show.