Sebastian Stan & Characters Imagines

□■ Bucky : Broken Mind ■□

Part three to Broken Hand/Heart, I'm gonna call it the Broken series

Dedicated to Bucky's magical hair in the gif

Up next: more requests + haunting voices part 3
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"What do ya want to do today?" Bucky asked eagerly, the woman he loved strolling beside him. He used every ounce of strength in his body to keep from putting his arm around your shoulders, or taking you by the face and kissing the living daylights out of you.

"Oh! Why don't we go to that diner we always go to!" You said, that beautiful smile he loved pulling at your lips. "Oh, shoot, what's it called?" Your smile faded and you put a hand to your forehead, closing your eyes and trying to remember.

"It's Johnnys, right?" He asked, pulling your hand from your face. "The one down the road?"

Your eyes lit up again and you nodded. "That's it! Why couldn't I remember that."

"Don't beat yourself up, doll. You got a bit of work to do on that memory o' yours."

"Oh, hush." You playfully nudged him, making him chuckle. Honestly, you felt yourself falling for James Barnes already. You had only lost a year. You still remembered the memories of your friendship with him. You still remembered running around barefoot as children, you still remembered when he climbed your fire escape so the two of you could escape to a party during highschool, you still remembered the beautiful speech he said at your last birthday party. Well, the last one you remembered.

Then it gets foggy. Become a jumble of whispered words and blurry images. All you remember is falling unconcious, then waking up to find Bucky, broken by your bedside, declaring his love for you.

And hell, had you teased him. Swaying your hips slightly whenever he was near, dragging Steve wherever the two of you went, wearing the dresses that were his favorite. It was all fun and games to you, but Bucky was dying to touch you, to hold you in his arms. The effect you had on that man.

"And they have the shakes, right?" You ask. Even if you did remember, you had a hard time trusting your memory.

"Right again, darlin'. You sure you don't remember everythin' now?" Bucky joked, earning a small laugh from you. He almost swooned. Almost.

"How I wish." You said softly. He ran ahead and opened the diner door for you, motioning you in with a dramatic sweep of his arm.

"What a gentleman." You said in a fake posh accent.

"Anything for m'lady." He replied, unable to conceal his Brooklyn side. You giggled and walked in, sitting in your usual spot.

"This is the right spot? Right?" You asked. James sighed and smiled at you.

"Stop doubtin' yourself, doll. You remember this place. It's just the past year. Nothin' more." He explained, taking your hands over the table out of habit. Your gaze settled on your hands and he quickly pulled away, forgetting that you didn't love him anymore. It broke your heart to watch how his face fell when your hands disconnected, and you knew you wanted them to be back in yours.

"No, no." You said quietly, reaching over and taking his large, warm hands in yours. He looked shocked, to say the least, his hopeful eyes meeting yours.

"Did it happen yet?" He asked hesitantly. He had only asked you once before, when you were falling asleep on his shoulder at the theatre.

"Maybe." You smiled warmly. He opened his mouth to say something else, but a waitress came up and interrupted him.