Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Bucky Barnes x Reader
Oh, you didn't think you were reading this book without a few tears, did you? Oh well.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were fighting another battle alongside your fellow Avengers, gazing down the barrel of your gun as it pointed expertly at an enemy. Your finger moved to the trigger in one swift motion, pressing down ever so slightly as you fixed your stance. One moment you were full of life and energy and blood. The next you were full of lead.

The shot rang out through the battleground, causing your ears to ring and time to stop. You could feel the metal of the bullet hit your back and tear through you violently, but the pain wasn't immediate. Your eyes shifted down to the blood pouring from your chest, and the grip on your gun loosened until the cool metal clattered to the ground. Your breathing became heavy and soon the pain erupted within you, and you couldn't even scream. You simply gasped as your knees buckled and you toppled to the dusty ground. Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks and you clutched your wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. You couldn't die, not until you said goodbye.

"B-Bucky!" You croaked, turning to the side to cough up a mouthful of blood. "Bu-Bucky! Please!" You cried. Darkness threatened to overtake your vision, but you fought against it. Not until you saw Bucky.

"(Y/N), NO!" A familiar voice roared. A storm of gunshots followed the words, and you were able to lift your head just enough to see Bucky sprinting over to you, firing his gun at every enemy in sight. He skidded to a stop next to you and dropped to his knees, tossing his gun away. "(Y/N), no no no, oh god no," he whispered, shaky hands cupping your face carefully. Tears were escaping his eyes and mixing with the blood on the ground. You gave him a weak smile.

"Hey, soldier..." You croaked out. The corner of his lips tugged upwards slightly, and he brushed your hair back out of your face.

"What happened to you, doll?" He asked lightly, his voice cracking with each word. It was painful to see him like this, tears streaming down his reddened face, his chest heaving with each shaking breath. You chuckled slightly before turning and coughing up a bit more crimson blood. His face fell even more at this, and you could almost hear the shattering of his heart.

"Forgot to keep my head in the game, I guess. Wrong place, wrong time. Just my luck, of course," you joked, smiling in acceptance of your fate. He forced out a laugh, running a blood covered hand through his hair and streaking the red liquid through it.

"I guess we can work on it next time we're on the mat, alright?"

You smiled sadly, reaching up a shuttering hand to stroke his cheek. He grabbed your hand, keeping it in place and closing his eyes as he remembered the feeling of your hand on his skin. "James..." You whispered. His eyes cracked open slightly in surprise. You only called him James in two situations: when you were poking fun at him, and when you were keeping him in line. The solemn look on your face reminded him that the latter situation, which was enough to elicit a sob from his throat.

"No, sweetheart. No no, you're going to be fine. I promise. I won't let you go anywhere, okay? I won't leave your side. You'll be okay, we'll get the jet over here and Banner can look you over, yeah? Tell us everything is fine, you'll make it through with a little bed rest. We'll grow up and tell our kids about this and they'll be so proud of you. You'll be a great mom, okay? I can't wait," he stuttered with a smile. You both knew this was complete bull crap, but you knew he had to say it. He wasn't only making you feel better, but he was consoling himself as well. And you weren't going to stop him.

"The Bucky Barnes willing to settle down for me? I'm honored," you joked, and he let out a small laugh.

"I'd do anything for you, doll. In fact," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. You gasped as he opened it and revealed a beautiful antique diamond ring. "It's been passed down through my family for generations. Of course, it's a generation or so behind where it's supposed to be right now." You laughed a bit at this, ignoring the pain radiating through your chest at the vibrations. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?" You choked back a sob as his bottom lip quivered and his hand shook. You nodded quickly, holding out your hand. He slipped the ring onto your finger and leaned down, kissing you gently. You knew it wasn't a great kiss, as you were bloody and battered, but you both cherished it nonetheless. Bucky's hands cupped your face even after he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes. "I love you so much..." His voice was broken and strained, and you couldn't help the muffled cry the escaped your lips.

"I love you too, Buck. So much. Please, please just promise me one thing..."

"Anything, doll. Anything."

"Remember me, but don't let me hold you back from living your life. Go find a girl that you love, and hold her close. Be happy, please. That's all I want. Just be happy, please..." Your fingers laced through his hair as you spoke. Slowly, he began nodding his head.

"Okay.... Okay, (Y/N). I promise." You smiled at him, gasping as you felt an unfamiliar feeling gripped at your heart. That's when you realized, your heart was stopping. This was it. You let out another sob, kissing Bucky one last time. He kissed back passionately as he realized what was happening.

"Goodbye, Buck."

"Goodbye, doll. I'll see you on the other side."

"Hopefully not too soon. I love you..."

"I love you too..." His voice sounded so broken, yet so full of love. With a small smile on your face, your eyes fluttered closed and your body went limp. A sob got caught in Bucky's throat and he shifted so your head was sat in his lap. His fingers tugged through your hair as he cried out to anyone willing to listen.

Okay wow now I'm sad

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