Marvel Imagines

Bucky Barnes-Not Impossible

Steve Rogers.
Captain America.

He was part of a world that he had no idea how to handle.

Steve wasn't someone so easily shaken and he had already accepted that there was so much in this world that had little to no explanation.

For example, soulmates.

Now, it's a crazy thing to believe in, but if he could befriend an Asgardian God, aliens could charge through a hole ripped in space and a high tech robot had the mental capacity to lift a country into the air meant for global destruction...well, it didn't seem so unbelievable.

When you had explained it to him for the first time, he was skeptical. The fact having to do with finding your soulmate was a bit far out, but he was intrigued nonetheless.

Steve had little doubt about anything anymore. Not even the craziest, most out-of-this-world situation could shake the mighty Captain America, who always kept his cool.

Until he was branded a fugitive and met the ghost of his best friend face-to-face. That's when all doubt of all kinds were wiped from his mind. Because it seemed that if his best friend could come back from the dead, then anything was possible.

Anything.

"Anything?"
"Y/N, what more do I have to promise you? I already said I'd take you out for ice-cream about ten times this morning." Steve sighed.
"Yeah, I know. I just want to see what I can get  out of the old man." You nudged him teasingly and he rolled his eyes before he slipped into the passenger seat.

Natasha shoved Sitwell into the back and you got in beside him, Nat sliding right next to you.

"Hey, there, buddy. Heard you're up to some bad stuff."
Sitwell gave you a strange look.

"I'm not having this conversation with a teenager."
"I'm 22! I can't help it if the Fountain of Youth runs through my blood."

"Y/N, stop talking." Natasha said calmly.
"Yes, sir."
Sam stifled a laugh and peered at you through the rear view mirror.

"Aren't you a little sassy today?"
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Enough, Y/N. This is Sam. He's helping us."
Steve explained.

"HYDRA doesn't like leaks." Sitwell muttered.
"So why don't you try sticking a cork in it?"
"Insights launching in sixteen hours, we're cutting it a little bit close here." Nat said.

"I know. We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the Helicarriers directly."

"What?! Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea-"

You turned to snap at him when a large thud sounded on the roof and a metal hand pulled him through the window, throwing him into oncoming traffic.

"Sitwell!"
Nat leaped into the front seat and you scrambled for cover as the soldier began to shoot through the roof.

"Stop the car!" You screeched.
Steve pulled the brake handle and you rushed to look as the man went flying off. The Winter Soldier himself was marching determinedly towards the car.

The apparent ghost story.

"Why can't ghost stories stay ghost stories?" You barked.

You pulled out your gun, ready to shoot through the windshield, when your whole body snapped forward from the force of another vehicle smashing into the trunk. The Soldier jumped onto the car and punched through the glass, tearing out the steering wheel.

"Shit!"
"Y/N!" Steve shouted.
"I've got it!"
"Hang on!"

Steve broke the door open, Nat and Sam in tow, and you watched as they scattered in different directions, avoiding the gunfire.
You jumped from the car as it rolled on its side and sprung into position, shooting at the Winter Soldier. His head snapped to the side and you, thinking you'd shot him where it'd count, jumped off the bridge, managing to touch down on an abandoned car.

Nat shot a grappling hook into the cement and  landed beside you.

"Isn't this fun?"
"You've got a weird definition of fun." Nat muttered, pulling out two guns. She swiftly shot upwards and you watched as a bullet glanced off the Soldier's face.

"Lets go!"

You sprinted after her, heart pounding furiously and hoping that she hadn't pissed him off.

Reality check.

"Go that way. Get the people out of here. He can only go after one of us." Nat ordered.

You opened your mouth to argue, but closed it after seeing the look on her face. Sighing angrily, you gathered people off the streets, shoving them into the nearest building or alleyway.

"Go! Run!" You shouted to the civilians who were heading towards the scene.

Gunfire blasted through the air and you whipped around, watching from afar as Nat threw a metal disc at the Soldier's arm, destabilizing it. You circled around the building, cursing at it loudly for being so big, to meet with Natasha.

"Get out of the way! Stay out of the way!" You heard her yell.

Just as you rounded the corner, a bullet ripped through her shoulder and she collapsed onto her knees.

"Nat!" You screamed, anger pulsing in your blood as you watched your friend clutch at her wound. The Soldier jumped onto one of the cars, but before he could shoot her, you charged, leaping a far distance and kicking him onto the street. Steve's shield flew out of nowhere and distracted him for the smallest second before the both of you attacked him.

He swung at you relentlessly and you managed to evade him every time. When he pulled out a blade, you dodged the first swing and spun around to avoid the next one...only  to gasp raggedly as he buried the blade in your stomach up to the hilt.

"Y/N!"
You heard Steve and you knew he had seen it.

You saw it, too.
Of course, you saw it.
But, you didn't feel it.

The Soldier ripped out the blade and you both froze, realizing that there was no mark where he had just stabbed you. Not even a little hint of pain.

"Wh-I dont—"

Before you could say anything else, Steve launched himself at the Soldier and in a flurry of punches, sent him sailing over his shoulder. You, still frozen to the spot, watched as the Soldier got to his feet and faced the both of you without his mask. His face was void of all emotion, set in stone.

Revealing—

"Bucky?"
"Who the hell is Bucky?" The man said.

He swiftly pulled out a gun to shoot Steve when Sam flew in, kicking him aside. Neither of you moved as he aimed again, but before he could pull the trigger, a grenade exploded in front of you. Steve tackled you to the ground, hovering over you as the dust settled. You pushed him away and scrambled to your feet, your head whipping around in search of the man Steve had called "Bucky."

"Who was that, Steve?" You whispered, subconsciously touching your abdomen.

"That...that was my best friend."

A chorus of sirens went off and you could only listen in apparent shock as Rumlow and a flock of HYDRA agents surrounded you, yelling to kneel on the ground.

You felt the need to go after him, to talk to him reverberate deep in your bones and the feeling made you tremble.

It is psychically impossible to harm your soulmate.

And as you stared at Steve from across the truck, you couldn't help but to feel a flash of doubt. He looked at you, confusion mirrored in his own eyes. But, he knew.

He knew what it had meant.

How could your soulmate be someone who was supposed to be dead? Supposed to have died in the 1940's?
It made no sense.

He wasn't even from your time period. Steve was scared for you, maybe even more than you were for yourself, but a certain understanding came from the simple eye contact.

You'd both do whatever it'd take to find Bucky.
Even if it killed you.

To Be Continued...

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