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I'm not sure when I first uploaded this but it was for a competition I think.
I haven't edited this since it was first published so be warned.

-The Rather Tired Author

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**New York City - USA**

I sat bored as Anthony Russo ran though the plan one more time. "Now Bucky and Steve will run into the room. Rescue Wisp and take out the HYDRA guys. We will start as soon as Y/n gets her ass here". He huffed looking at his watch. I tapped my foot impatiently while Chris paced up and down the room. "Will you stop pacing?" I said to him. "Will you stop tapping?" He remarked. Touché.

I had never met y/n before. She was a new addition to the Marvel team. Her character was a HYDRA assassin that Bucky and Steve realise to be their old friend who emigrated from England in the forties and Bucky's crush. Y/n, herself was a up-and-coming actress and had only appeared in British TV shows, her most notable being Sherlock, and this was her first movie.

I pulled my now long hair and started braiding it nonchalantly. My scruffy beard was still scratchy even though it had been there for months. I sat waiting; sweltering in my Winter Soldier uniform, with my arm movements being constricted by the heavy silver metal plates that covered my left arm. I wiped the thin layer of perspiration from my forehead and stared at the door waiting for y/n to make her late entrance. It didn't help that our set was in New York which was  suffering from its annual Summer heat wave.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late. We had a few problems with the costume." A British voice panted followed by the sound of skidding sneakers. I looked up from my feet to see a mess of y/h/c hair enter the set.

When I first saw her, all I could think was:
WOW!

Even in her messy, HYDRAfied state she was breath taking. She had a wild look in her y/e/c eyes. I could imagine that her hair would usually look glossy and silky not frizzy and like a birds nest as it was then. The 'war paint' that the make up artists had put around her eyes only made them have a brighter contrast from her 'scar' ridden skin. It must of been a hard job for them, transforming a beauty like her into a abused, brainwashed, killing machine. She was pretty tall, not as tall as me or Chris but tall enough to be slightly threatening. Her legs were cloaked in flexible, black leather pants that were held above her waist an elasticated waistband and that hugged her curves. Her torso was covered by a simple black tank top what was worn with a tired looking leather jacket and black combat boots. Overall she gave off a badass, mercenary, don't-fuck-with-me vibe.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n. It's good to finally meet you". She smiled and stretched her hand out to Chris. He smiled pleasantly and shook her delicate-yet-not-delicate hands. "Chris Evans. Good to meet you too". He let go of her hand and she walked over to me. I took her outstretched hand and lightly shook it. "Sebastian Stan, pleasure to meet you". She gave me a dazzling smile before leaving to get ready for the scene.

"You like her don't you." Chris chuckled and winked. "Shut up Evans" I playfully (forcefully)  punched his arm. He smirked before walking off leaving me standing there. "Hurry up Bucky Boy". Y/n called jokily. I smiled back and walked over, ready to start.

*

Over the past months Y/n and I had become inseparable, unfortunately this was our last scene together before she had to fly off to England for a break until the next Marvel film. I was going to miss her severely, and I would have to wait another year until I saw her again.

Twelve months without her. Without her cheeky smiles and laugh. Without her quick wit and sarcastic remarks. Without her childish pranks and her adorable blush that dusted her nose and cheeks when she was slightly embarrassed.

In this scene Bucky and her character, Wisp aka Aoife, finally kiss after crushing on each other for 90 years.

"Y/n are you ready?" Joe Russo called out. She answered by walking out into the balcony where we were filming. The balcony overlooked Manhattan, lit up in all its glory and brightening up the star studded night sky. A cold breeze blew and caused her hair to float off her shoulders. Her jewel-like eyes reflected the moon as though they are expensive polished mirrors that hang from the walls in palaces. Her angelic y/h/c hair settled just below her breasts and moved gently with the light wind that blew up from the sprawling cosmopolitan of New York. She looked divine in her casual attire. She was dressed up in a burgundy cotton button-up shirt with super skinny black jeans that hugged her legs and waist perfectly. Winged eyeliner and cherry red lipstick has been applied to emphasise her beautifully structured face.

"Hey Seb". She smiled as she saw me. My heart fluttered and I nervously pulled on the sleeves of my green flannel shirt that hung loosely over a plain white tshirt and my metal covered arm. "Hey Y/n, you ready?" I replied. She nodded. "So to go over this one more time: Bucky is looking at the view and Aoife walks out and sees him crying. She comforts him and they kiss. You got that?" Anthony called. We nodded. "Good. Get into your places". I turned so I was overlooking the city and Y/n went inside. Joe called out, "and action".

I let the fake tears fall from my eyes and started to sniffle. I didn't sense y/n behind me until she wrapped her slender arms around my waist and settled her hands on my chest. She burrowed her face into my recently cut hair and placed a soft kiss to my neck. My heart thudded. Calm down Stan! It's just acting. "What are you doing out here? Why aren't you in there with the others?" I croaked.

"Tony is being a dick and tried to make me kiss him in truth or dare. I'm not gonna place my lips on those ugly things. Who knows where they have been." She whispered just loud enough for the boom mic to pick up. I chuckled. "Anyway, why aren't you in there. Steve and I were beginning to worry."

I turned around to face her, "I couldn't deal with it. I don't belong there Aoife. I killed Tony's parents, I shot Natasha, I threw Sam of a godamn hellicarrier, I shot and beat up Steve. I'm a monster." I sobbed.

She took my lowered face in her soft palms and raised it until my tear filled eyes met hers, which were also brimming with tears. "You are no monster Bucky. I have killed people too, I have done terrible things. But HYDRA made us different people. The Wisp and Winter Soldier killed those people, not us now. We are different people. And if you are a fucking monster, then so am I. We can be monsters together". She said softly, wiping the streaming tears from my shaved cheeks.

"What did I do to deserve you? You are an angel", I weakly smiled.

"I am more of a fallen angel I think. And I could ask the same question Mr Barnes. Why was I blessed with such a brave, charming, good looking best-" "I love you Aofie". I interjected. She stood still for a moment. "I love you too Bucky Boy". She said before she pressed her soft lips to mine.

We may have been acting but what I felt was real. I had tried to convince myself that she was just my friend, but what I felt was more. Her kiss ignited a feeling that made my heart burst. My life felt only complete with her beside me.

I rested my hands on her waist and she wove hers into my hair and placed one on the back of my neck. She stood on her tip toes so that she could reach. Our lips moved in perfect sync, almost as if we had choreographed it. I let the kiss go further as I slipped my metal hand slightly under the hem of her shirt causing her to gasp from the coolness of the metal. I swiped her bottom lip and she allowed me to deepen the kiss.

"Damn! Everyone, the two OAPs are getting it on!" Robert called from the door. We pulled away, her face was lite up with a cute blush and her lipstick was smudged severely. I wiped my mouth to see that my hand was coated with MAC lipstick. "GODSAKE TONY!" We both yelled together. Robert chuckled evilly before leaving and returning with the others. "Oooooo Winter got some!" Jeremy laughed. "Aw, WinterWisp is canon". Scarlet smirked. "Shut up you two!" I scowled.

They snickered before the directors shouted: "CUT!! That was amazing guys! Well done Y/n, Sebastian. We don't even need to reshoot. So that was your last scene Y/n. See you next year." She nodded at them before giving me a hug and leaving the set, giving hugs to the cast as she walked past. "See you, y/n!" We all called. After she left the Russos called it a day, saying that we would continue shooting after the weekend.

Chris and I said goodbye and drove off to our shared hotel apartment. As soon as we got in I collapsed onto the sofa. I wasn't over the kiss. I felt so guilty. She was my best friend, we are actors, so why did I feel this way. "What's up buttercup?" Chris chirped as he plonked down on the sofa opposite me. "Nothin'" I murmured

"Is it Y/n? Has little Sebby got a crush?" He teased. "No we're just friends okay?" I snapped.

"Yeah of course, and Captain America is Canadian." He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"Dude obviously you have something for her. Why don't you just tell her?"

"She flying to England tonight and I won't see her for a year. And when I do, I will probably be in a relationship and in love. What's the point?" I said downheartedly.

"What's the point?! Stan, you really like the girl! That is the point! Go and get her for fucks sake!" Chris shouted at me. I got up and checked the time.

23:45

"Her plane left at eleven thirty." I said sadly as I sat down. "Then go after her."

"What?"

"Go and get the next plane to Heathrow. We don't do a scene until Monday so go and get her and tell her to come home with you. It's not like you don't have enough money, you have a 9 picture contract. So go asshole. According to the website you have an hour to get to JFK before the flight leaves." Chris said excitedly.

"I won't make it!"

"Yes you will! So go now! Pack some underwear and go!" At his words I ran into my bedroom and hastily packed my rucksack with a pair of black jeans; a grey polo shirt; a cobalt coloured sweater; pink boxers; black socks and my sunglasses. I threw on my green Parker coat and blue ADIDAS sneakers. I grabbed my phone of the side and shoved it in my pocket. "See ya Chris!" I called.

"See ya lover boy" he laughed as I slammed the door.

I ran down the steps two at a time and I only stopped when I got to the foyer. "Good evening Mr Stan. Can I call you a cab". The receptionist asked politely. "No I'm fine". I smiled before running outside. I ran down the street and hailed a cab that was driving past. Luckily it stopped and I climbed in. "Where to Sir?" He driver asked, looking through his mirror. "JFK airport please. And can you rush, I have fifty minutes until my flight leaves." The driver nodded and took of at a tremendous pace. On the way to the airport I bought the tickets on my phone so I would be ready to go.

As if fate was smiling down at me, the traffic was pretty minimal. The car stopped his a jerk. "Goodluck Sir". He saluted as I exited the taxi and ran.

*

**Manchester, England U.K**

There I was. 33,76 miles away and 7 hours 15 minutes from New York.

I got her hotel address from Scarlet who had also become really close with Y/n. I entered the hotel and walked to the receptionist.

"Hello Sir, what can I do for you?" She yawned.

"I'm looking for Y/n L/n, could you tell me her room number please?"

"Are you a relative?"

"No I'm her friend. I'm here to surprise her. She thinks that I'm in New York". I tried to convince her.

"What's your name?"

"Sebastian Stan". The woman stared at me.

"As in Sebastian Stan who plays Bucky Barnes?"

"Yes that's me."

"Can I take a selfie with you? Just quickly then I'll tell you where she is". She bargained. I nodded and took a quick selfie with her.

"Room 200, floor 19. Have a nice day". I smiled and got into the elevator.

I stood in the empty metal box in anticipation as it zoomed past the floors. What if she didn't like me? What if it was a waste of time? Maybe she doesn't want to see me? Thoughts buzzed through my brain at 1 million miles an hour.

Ding.

I plucked up my courage and got out and made my way towards her door. I stood still a moment before knocking three times.

All was silent for a minute before I heard movement behind the door. It opened slowly.

"Sebastian? What are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be in New York?" She said confused. Her eyes were drowsy with jet lag. Her y/h/c hair was frizzy and all over the place. Her cheeks faintly glowed. Her soft lips her slightly cracked and without her make up you could see her spots.

She had never been so beautiful.

"I'm sorry to wake you but I need to tell you something: I really like you. I may even love you. I know that we are friends, y/n, but-"

I was silenced with her lips.

"I love you too". She whispered before kissing me passionately again.

"Bucky Boy".