"Sebastian Stan Oneshots" | COMPLETED

(Bucky Barnes) Lost

He could lose everything in the world, an arm, his sanity, his soul or his heart that he gave to her from the moment they met, but not her. Definitely not Y/N.

"James, calm down." Natasha piped in, stepping in between them both. Fire probably coming out of Bucky's nose as he couldn't stop thinking what was happening to you down there. Natasha held her ear, while Bucky began to march off towards where the parachutes where.

"Tony, can you give me a check on Y/N?" She called out, earning no response from the famous Iron Man. "Tony?" Natasha repeated, a little too worried now. "Shit,"

"Steve," She called out the captain. Steve stood from his seat, walking towards the group of remarkable people as he read the worry on their faces. Especially the desperate look on his best pal's face.

Bucky was fumbling on the clips of his parachute. For the first time, Steve could see him fidgeting and definitely scared out of his wits. He knew he was dying inside, knowing that Y/N could die, or to break his heart..She was probably already dead before he knew it. "Buck," His best friend called out to him, tapping his shoulder where the metal met his flesh.

Steve couldn't hear a thing from his best friend, not a hum nor any response. Horrible thoughts were certainly swirling in his mind, having a difficult time to hear him. "Jesus Christ!" Bucky mumbled, Seeming to find the clips difficult to insert. He was definitely scared and breaking on the inside. Steve tapped Bucky's shoulders once more, trying to get his attention.

"What, Steve?" He spat, finally inserting the clips. Steve saw how his fragile soul was shattering inside his steele blue eyes. "Steve, not her. Please."

Steve nodded to himself, their silent conversation was an agreement that maybe Y/N was still alive. If she's alive, then she's probably wounded in which they could still help her. "FRIDAY--"

"Sir, the chances of survival are minimal, at this stage there’s no point--" Bucky cut the AI off. Bursting off from the AI's imprecised assumption. "Not you too, FRIDAY!" He tapped on a button, making the jet shake and the back wing to slowly open. The whistling of the wind and the cold, crispy, snowy air filling the jet.

"Bucky," Natasha nonchalantly uttered, "No! We’re going to save her! We have--we have to save her!" Bucky bursted her bubble, bringing a hand up to frustratedly claw on his brunette hair. In haste, Steve went to grab on another parachute. Natasha immediately marching to where he went. "I wasn't stopping you from saving her, Soldier. Don't be a dumbass, she's my friend and I know she's probably alive but wounded," She grumbled, not wanting Bucky to search for Y/N on his own.

"I'm coming too, Buck." Steve tapped on his shoulder as he  was all geared up again, assuring him that he'll be with his best pal till the end of the line and that was his promise.

He could lose anything in the world, even his life. But, not Y/N because losing her was a means that he didn't have a reason to live anymore.

Sorry if this sucks and if there are lots of errors. Laptop charger's broken again. 😐

Just wanna post something here and distract myself from making my assignments. Lol. My preliminary examination is going to punch me in the face soon. 😅 I just wanna curl beside Bucky and hug the living daylights out of him. 😢 I need me some huggies and cuddles. 😢

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