Sebastian Stan Imagines{✔️}

Nightmare~ Bucky

{idk about the title, but it's what I came up with}
THERE COULD BE A SLIGHT TW IT'S IN THE BOLD PART! (You'll see ----- and normal writing after it)

Run. Run. Run. Far away.

That was what Bucky kept repeating to himself as he ran down the never ending gray halls. His heart was racing, his mind was filled with different thoughts. He reached the end of the hallway, finally.

He was met with two doors, but which one do I go through? He thought, he looked behind him, hearing the yells of people and guards. He needed to get out, quickly.

After debating, he rammed into one of the doors, it falling down instantly. He was happy to be met with the outdoors, immediately taking off again to find a place to go.

However, he was most definitely not expecting to see you in the middle of the highway he had reached.

You glared at him, his heart thumping
Before you stalked towards him, he whipped around to try and run but you had jumped towards him, and then, he yelled.

"STOP"

He reached out to grab you, his fingers wrapping around your throat while his others went around your wrist. You let out a cry as his grip tightened.

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"Buck? Are you alright?"

"Bucky? Babe?"

"STEVE, NAT, SAM? ANYO-"

"BUCKY! WAKE UP"

He awoke, gasping as he took his hands away from you and held his head. Steve was slowly gaining the color back in his face, Natasha was checking on you, and Sam was standing next to the bed, looking back at him and you.

"Shit- what did I do?"

"It's fine-"

"What did I do?"

He repeated, looking at them once more.

"Buck it's-"

He froze in horror as he saw you, your wrist was red as was your throat, he could faintly see the finger marks he left. He looked down at his hands, more so his metal one, and wished it never existed.

"I gotta...I gotta go....I'm so sorry Y/n"

He rushed out of the room, Steve ran to the door to try and catch him but it was too late, he was gone, heck Sam even sent Redwing to look, he was nowhere to be found.

He remembered walking outside, he remembered walking all the way to a building and going inside to the top floor. He remembered leaning over the edge and-

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"Bucky?"

He sat up in bed, panting and sweating. He took in his surroundings as he felt the side of his bed dip slightly from the presence of another.

"Bucky? Are you alright?"

He looked at you, your e/c were looking into his icy blue ones with worry.

"I- did i-"

"Did you what?"

"H-hurt you?"

"No, Bucky, whatever you may have dreamed about isn't real"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He got up, grabbing a fresh pair of pants and heading into the bathroom to shower.

After he exited the shower and changed, he left the bathroom, his hair still dripping wet. You were still sitting up in your shared bed, you heard the door and looked up, immediately patting the spot on the bed next to you.

He cuddled into you, his head resting on your chest as you listened to him and held him close.

"I just- I was there again....and then I got out but you, you were different.....and then I woke up to find Nat and Sam looking at me while- while Steve was checking on you...."

"Buck, I'm okay, it's okay"

"Y/n, I, I hurt you..."

His voice came out as whisper, making your heart ache for him.

"Bucky, hey, I'm okay, I promise, that was all a bad dream, I'm here, we're okay"

After a few more minutes he seemed to have calmed down and was laying next to you.

"I love you doll"

"And I love you Bucky"

Word Count: 663

A/N:
Alright I'll apologize now cause this is kinda stupid.

But basically the first two parts were the dream and the normal text part was real life.

The photo above is NOT MINE! It belongs to kayaczek on Tumblr!

-Em