Sebastian Stan Imagines{✔️}

Before You Go~ Bucky

{This song is good. But I cry everytime I hear it. This is the first chapter for this imagines book. I'll be working on it as much as possible.}

I'm sorry.....

Your heart shattered as you found his room empty and neat. Your hands shook as you looked at the pictures and picked one of him up. It still didn't seem real. Didn't feel real.

He did it so easily. He just took the gun outside. On the roof. He raised it to his head, his hand didn't shake. His breath didn't hitch. He wasn't scared. He checked that the note was on the table for them all to see when they found him. He had written them all personal notes and left them in their rooms since no one had been home at the time.

He looked at his arm. The metal shone in the sun. He hated it. It was just a reminder of what made him scary to so many people. He was a monster. This, needed to be done. For his sake, and the ones he loved. He didn't think it was right, he knew it was right. To him at least.

He sighed deeply. Looking up at the sky, he smiled. He would be there soon.

He knew the group was back because he could hear Jarvis over the speaker welcoming them.

He knew you were in the kitchen, putting food away and looking for him. He could almost hear your soft voice say "Bucky"

He didn't react as he pressed the cool metal on the gun to his head. He looked around one more time, taking everything in. He pulled the trigger. The shot echoed as he dropped the gun and fell to the ground. His eyes shut, a small smile rested on his face but soon faded into a thin line.

The running stopped from inside stopped when you saw him laying on the ground. You screamed. Rushing to his side. The tears streamed down your face. You placed his head in your lap, sobbing.

The ground stood around, shocked. Steve was on the ground next to you. His head in his hands as he looked at Bucky's lifeless body. Everyone has tears in their eyes. When Tony looked at you. He broke. Sure, he had gotten off on the wrong foot with Bucky. But everyone grew so close. You all were family.

Your sobs echoed off the buildings until  they were barely above a whisper.

"Bucky...why Bucky....god I'm sorry, I should've been here. Maybe I could've- could've stopped you..."

Steve put a hand on your shoulder. His eyes almost as red as yours.

"W-whats that on the table Clint?"

Steve said, pointing to a paper.

Clint picked it up and handed it to Wanda who read it aloud.

Dear everyone,

If you're reading this. It means you've found me. Dead. I wish I could say I'm sorry about doing this. But truthfully. I'm not. I'm sorry for putting you through the pain. But, I had to do this. I was tired of it all. The looks I got. The memories. The nightmares. My damn arm that I was stuck with. I just couldn't take it. I'll see you all again one day. Live your lives out, have fun, okay?

You'll find that each of you, yes each of you, have a letter in your rooms addressed to you. Read them. Maybe it'll help.

Sincerely,
James "Bucky" Barnes

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