Bucky & Steve Imagines // Requests Open

Steve/Reader - Did you know? - PART 1 (Civil War)

When it came to the signing of the Accords I'd convinced myself that Tony would be ok. He was strong willed, confident in his views, had his own reasons for not wanting to sign up. He could handle it. Steve on the other hand was a different story. He was facing a life outside of the law to stick to what he believed in. He didn't want to be ruled by a government. He was a leader, not a follower. I knew he'd be ok if he had me with him. I wasn't so sure how he'd do without me there. That was my decision made. Steve was my partner, professionally and personally. Partners stick together and I couldn't leave him.

Tony's reaction to my decision was a million times worse than I could ever envisage. He screamed, he yelled. He was convinced I'd end up in some prison, or worse dead. He was scared for me and me for him.

As time passed I was fully invested in Steve's cause. Once we'd found Bucky and discovered exactly what he'd been put through I wanted to protect him as much as Steve did. He was broken, he was alone, and he was afraid. He needed us.

When it got to the fight at the hanger, Tony's side trying to get Bucky, I could feel myself splitting in two. I was willing to fight any of my friends to keep Buck safe. As much as I hated doing it I had no choice. There was one exception to the rule though. It was Tony. There was a moment where we crossed paths, so caught up in what was happening around us that it took a moment to dawn on me what I was actually about to do. When I did, I just froze. He did too. In the war going on around us there was just silence. I couldn't fight him. I refused to fight him. Not for anyone, not even Steve.

"I can't hurt you (Y/N)," he shook, staring towards me with glossy eyes.

"I know. I can't hurt you either," I cried.

"Oh god, I wish it didn't have to be this way," I added, stepping closer to him.

"It doesn't honey. Come back with me?" He literally begged.

"I can't Tony. I can't leave Steve. He needs me."

"I need you. I need you (Y/N)," stammering as he said it.

That broke my heart. I could literally feel it breaking right there. I hadn't realised how much this had really affected him, affected the both of us. I didn't see a way back from this.

"You'll always have me," I needed him to know that I still cared.

"And you'll always have me baby. Whatever happens I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you too...Dad."

That was the last time I saw him, on that hangar in Germany. I hadn't been right since. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Steve knew something was up, he could sense it. He knew me so well. He asked me about it a few times and always I would change the subject, pretend I didn't hear him, or just say I didn't want to talk about it. All of this was starting to make me ill, physically and mentally. I was drained, I wasn't eating. I wasn't sleeping. I didn't know how much longer I could handle it. It was only a matter time before something snapped.

"We need to stop this guy," Bucky started, him, Steve and I now entering the building where he was trained up as the Winter Solider.

"He said he wanted to see an empire fall and with these guys he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, can infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise. They can take a whole country down in one night and you'd never see them coming."

"If Tony had known the truth he would have helped us, I know he would. Even with what happened to Rhodes he'd still be here, he'd still come," I couldn't help voicing. This was a big deal and I didn't know if we could handle it just the three of us. It seemed like a job for ALL of the Avengers.