Imagine Bucky's mission being you.
Requested by queenfromthehood

You sighed and walked with Steve into the apartment building. You both had thought it would be a good idea to live near each other, seeing as how you were both level 8 agents of S.H.E.I.L.D.

You walked up the stairs first, nodding at your neighbor, Sharon, before continuing down the hall.

"Oh, and Steve?" Sharon said, making you pause momentarily. "I think you left your stereo on." She walked down the hall, down the stairs, and out of sight.

You looked at Steve, who looked just as confused as you were. You nodded and let him into your apartment, climbing onto the fire escape and going up to Steve's window. Steve opened it and walked in, you following close behind.

Steve picked up his sheild and rounded the corner to find Nick Fury sitting in his recliner. You sighed quietly in releif, lowering your fists.

"I'm sorry I had to do this Steve. My wife kicked me out." Nick said.

"Didn't know you were married." Steve commented, obviously irritated.

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

Steve turned a light on, which Fury quickly turned off. He typed on his phone, showing us a message.

Ears everywhere

You tensed and looked over your shoulder, feeling like something was watching you.

"Anybody else know about your wife?" You questioned.

Just us

Nick stood. "Just my friends."

Suddely, the gunshots echoed through the air, followed by Nick falling onto the ground. You looked through the window and saw a man there, so you quickly jumped out and began climbing the fire escape. Once you were high enough, you jumped onto the other rooftop and began chasing the man, pulling out your hand gun.

Suddenly, Steve's sheild flew past your head, and the man turned and caught it with his... arm? It looked bionic. He stared into your eyes before throwing the sheild at your head. You ducked out of the way, and he was already gone when you looked back up.

***time skip to highway fight scene brought to you by comparing every guy you see to Sebastian Stan***

"HYDRA doesn't like rats." The man, whose name you didn't care to remember, said.

"Yeah? Then stick a cork in it." You snapped. Somehow, you were sandwiched between him and Natasha, much to your dismay.

Suddenly, a loud thud came from the roof of the car, and the man next to you was pulled out through the window and thrown into the street, quickly becoming a bug on a windshield. Nat pulled your head foreward while pushing Steve and Sam out of the way, effectively saving three lives.

Sam put on the breaks, launching the man off the top. You saw a glint in the sun, and immediately knew it was the Winter Soldier. He slowly rose off the ground, a menacing glare on his features.

"Get us out of here!" You shout to Sam, who snapped out of his trance and hit the acceleration.

Long story short, the wheel was ripped out of the car and a full on shoot out was happening.

Natasha took you by the waist and jumped off the side of the highway, landing safely on the ground and shooting up towards the soldier.

Once she hit him, you began to sprint towards the overturned bus and help Steve out while a rain of bullets came through. He pulled you behind his sheild while the men still shot at you two. Sam began to take them out, and you turned and continued to run down the highway.

You saw the Winter Soldier fighting Natasha, and shot at him. He looked towards you and began shooting back, but, thankfully, your gymnastics train came in handy as you flipped and dodged the bullets. You ran forward and knocked the gun out of his hand with your foot. He pulled out another, which you grabbed and pulled away, throwing it across the floor.

Then the fist fight began. He swung at your face and neck, you dodging every time. He pulled a pocket knife and tried swinging at you, but you caught his wrist and took the knife from his hands. He kicked you in the stomach, sending you flying backwards into a van. He took out another pocket knife and started to bring it towards your head, but you moved and he stabbed the van, sliding it along the metal in an attempt to cut your skull open.

You took him by the face and flipped him over your shoulder, making the mask fall off his face. He slowly got up and turned towards you. You immediately recognized him, but was too shocked to say anything for a second.

"Bucky?" You asked.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" He replied, raising a gun to you, but hesitating to put his finger on the trigger. You took a small step forward.

"Why are you doing this, Bucky?" You said, reaching towards him.

"You're my mission." He replied emotionlessly.

"I don't have to be. You have a life Bucky. Please."

"No." He couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. He couldn't kill you while looking into your (e/c) eyes, or your full lips, or how your hair glimmered in the sun. "No." He said again, tears forming in his eyes. "You're my mission." He told himself to stop thinking, to stop looking at you, but he couldnt. He couldn't kill you.

He sighed and threw the gun aside, walking up to you and grabbing your wrist and running.

"What are you doing?!" You said, running behind him. He stopped and pulled you close until your faces were inches apart.

"If you don't want to die, run." He growled, turning again and running, dragging you behind him.

***time skip brought to you by Clint and Sam chasing Bucky because of how shiny his arm is (haha birds like shiny things)***

You found refuge in a lowly motel, sneaking in through a window. Bucky dragged you inside and made you sit in a chair while he paced the room, deep in tought.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You replied simply.

"What are you to me?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Why are you messing with my head?!" He shouted, then sat on the bed and rubbed his temples. "Why do I see you, in a red dress, asking me to dance?"

"You... you remember?" You said, the shock in your voice obvious.

"I don't remember anything. I see you. Why do I see you?" He spat.

Bucky did know you. You were the girl from the 107th that stole his heart back in the 1940s. You just never got to tell him that. Once HYDRA got their hands on Bucky, they took you and put you in cryogenic freeze as well, meaning to turn you into a fighter for them. It made sense to you. You trained with Peggy Carter, the all American chick that could take down an army with a finger. That never happened, thanks to S.H.E.I.L.D.

You didn't know what to tell him. You certainly didn't want to anger him, fearing the consequences.

"You did know me, before." You said.

"Before I fell?" He asked. You were shocked once again.

"You remember falling?"

"I... I was having flashbacks after I saw you the first time. I fell. The man on the bridge tries to help. They took me, gave me this arm, had me kill the people that got in the way." He looked to his feet. "I was making the world better."

"No, Bucky. The people that took you are bad. They've been manipulating you."

He looked at you and glared again. "How can I trust you?"

"Have I given you a reason not to?"

He fell silent, just staring into your eyes. It was a good, peaceful ten minutes of staring when he suddely jumped back and fell to the floor, hyperventilating and looking terrified.

"Bucky!" You said, rushing to his side. He screamed in pain and grabbed at his head.

"Stop! Stop!" He shouted, slowly breaking down. You pulled him to your chest and held him there, rocking slightly. He just broke and sobbed into your chest as each wave of memories began to come back because of the lack of a wiping session.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He sobbed into your chest, naming every person he ever killed, apologizing. You felt your heart break for him.

"It'll be okay, Bucky." You cooed. "I'm right here."

"(Y/N)!" He cried. "I left you! Why did I do that!?"

"You never left me, Buck." You felt tears brim your eyes, remembering the countless nights you went to the Smithsonian and cried at the exhibit on Bucky, or placing a fresh red rose on his grave every week.

He pulled out of your grasp and practically flung himself across the room. "Stay away." He said.

"Bucky..."

"Please. I don't want to hurt you."

You stood and walked closer to him.

"(Y/N), please!"

You didn't listen.

"Stay back!"

"Are you going to stop me?!" You said to him. He didn't respond, so you walked closer and took his face in your hands.

"James Fricken Barnes, I never got to tell the one thing that's been haunting me the last 70 years. I was too much of a coward to ever tell you. Now you're here, so listen."

You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.

"Bucky, ever since you danced with me, ever since you helped me get out of that HYDRA base, even after you died, I have loved you. I have always loved you. And I will always love you."

"(Y-Y/N) I barely know who you are."

"I don't care." And you did the thing you had been wanting to do for years.

You kissed Bucky Barnes.

A/N

OMG SO TODAY MY MOMS FRIEND CAME OVER AND SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT HER JOB AS A CATERER THIS IS THE CONVERSATION:

HER: Yeah we have a couple openings.

MOM: oh really?

HER: yeah we have a busy month for October since we're working in Insight.

ME: thinks- WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING DONT WORK FOR INSIGHT YOU DUMB THATS SOME HYDRA JUNK DONT WORK FOR THEM PLZ

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

M.A.100