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sebstanimagines001 · 7 years

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Hostage(Bucky Barnes X Reader)

;Hiya guys I’m back! Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know I am not the best at updating..ever..but, you all still follow me and idk I just!! feel really grateful!! Anyway, here you goo ^~^

Pale morning light filtered in through your window, nudging you awake. You stared through the slats in the blinds,momentarily mesmerized by the little particles of dust dancing in the sunlight. You sighed, knowing you had tons of errands to run, yet not wanting to get out of bed whatsoever.

Ten minutes later, you finally willed your body to get moving. You slowly removed your covers and got out of bed,getting in the shower. After getting dressed in a decent outfit and doing your hair, you left your apartment. The crisp morning hair was refreshing against your skin, as you began your walk down the city street. First order of business; get some coffee.

There was a small little coffee shop about a block away from your apartment, and you wouldn’t hesitate to call it your second home. The owners new you, and they were some of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of knowing. The whole place smelled like dark chocolate and coffee beans, which has slowly become your favorite smell.

You strolled down the sidewalk towards the chipped green door, waving to people you encounter and shooting them friendly smiles. Some people in your life would argue that you’re one of the friendliest people they’ve ever met, and you like to keep up that reputation.

Finally,you made it to your favorite coffee shop ever, cheerfully bantering with Mr.Diaz, the owner, as he got you your coffee.

“Well, you have a good day, then, (y/n)! Be safe,”Mr.Diaz smiled, handing over my coffee.

“You too, Mr.Diaz! I’ll be back soon,” You promised, walking out. One of the perks of the coffee shop being there, is that it was right across the street from the little local grocery store. your apartment was really in a great place, huh?

You sipped on my coffee, relishing in the warm, slightly bitter taste as it warmed you slowly from the inside out. Mentally making a grocery list, you perused the aisles. It was not a good idea coming in here hungry, because you ended up buying way too much junk food.

There was only one person in line other than you, and maybe ten people in the store in total, including the workers. It was nice and quiet inside, the gentle singing of some top-charts artist being the background to the scene.You stood patiently, waiting for the other person to finish ringing up their groceries. Suddenly, another person walked in. They were wearing a dark sweatshirt, and a black hat, and looked tense. Instantly, you got a bad feeling about this guy.

The man moved erratically around the store, eyes never stopping on something for more than a second.You shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably,itching to get out of there and away from the guy. Just as the annoyed-looking teen at the register started to ring up the groceries, the guy circled back to the front. He held a blank stare, going to the other woman behind the counter. She smiled warmly at him, asking if he needed anything. He said nothing.

Your heart constricted in your chest when he pulled out the gun.

It was aimed right at her, and she looked calmly down the barrel. Immediately, you started backing away, trying not to grab his attention.

“Sir, please, could you lower the gun,” the worker said calmly, looking straight into his eyes. He only gripped the gun tighter. Suddenly, he whirled around to face you, gun pointed straight at your stomach. You let out an involuntary scream at his sudden movement, catching the attention of the other six or so people in the store.

Just around the corner, out of the man’s sight, a terrified mother stood, clutching a tiny girl to her. The little girl was looking up at her mom, confused, sucking on a little pink lollipop. This scene made your heart sink, thinking of what horrors might happen to this mother and young girl, and to you, today.

“I want everyone down on the floor, now!”The man’s gruff voice came from behind the mask. Slowly, you sank to the floor, backing yourself up against the shelves behind you. The man took his attention from you, sauntering back over to the counter. His movements were so...calm..it was unnerving.

Suddenly, he jerked his hand down, grabbing the teenage cashier by her hair. She shrieked, tears streaming down her face once she felt the cool metal of the gun barrel against her forehead. She made eye contact with you, silently pleading, and you knew you had to do something.

Slowly, you moved so you were hidden behind the deli counter, scooting farther and farther so you could work undetected. Finally, you were all the way behind the counter. Silently, you took out your phone, punching in 9-1-1. You knew you wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone, so you opted for texting. You sent the simplest message you could:

56th st grocery. Robbery Hostages Gun Help

Once it was sent, you put your phone away, silently praying for help to arrive faster.

“Please...please I’ll do anything, give you anything! Just let me go,” the now sobbing teenage girl begged, her heavy black eyeliner running down her cheeks. Instantly you stood up before you even knew what you were doing.

“If you’re gonna take a hostage, take me instead. She’s so young..” you stepped forward, and the steely gray eyes of the gunman stared deep into your eyes.In an instant, the girl was thrown to the floor, and the gunman’s arm was squeezed tightly around your neck, choking you. About a moment later, voices and sirens could be heard outside.

“THIS IS THE POLICE,COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP,” a man with a megaphone shouted.

“Shit..” the gunman mumbled, looking around. Suddenly, he began dragging you through the aisles, heels dragged on the linoleum, the occasional terrified shopper staring at you in horror.

He took you towards a big, metal door in the back of the store, harshly kicking it open. It revealed a stairwell, which only went up.He began dragging you up the stairs, choking you in the process as you tripped, trying to simultaneously keep up with him an not choke at the same time. When he reached the door at the top and kicked it open, glaring sunlight hit you in the face.

Immediately,the barrel of the gun was pressed into your forehead, and he dragged you over to the edge of the building.

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER, OR I SWEAR I’LL SHOOT HER,” the gunman shouted, catching the attention of the police below. The looks on their faces gave away how unlikely it was you’d be saved. Hot tears started pouring out of your eyes as a feeling of hopelessness washed over you.

One of the police radioed someone, a grim look on his face, before turning to look back up at you. He reached to the back of his belt loop, unhooking the megaphone and bringing it to his lips.

“Sir, if you please, just let her go, and we can talk about this civilly,”the officer tried,but the gunman’s grip on you only got tighter. A few minutes of him pleading went by, before the noise of what sounded like a helicopter sounded overhead.

The helicopter landed across the street, on top of the building next to the coffee shop. It was the first time you actually looked past the police, and what you saw made you cry even harder. Mr.Diaz was standing down on the street below, a face of stricken grief taking over his features.

Suddenly, the feeling of the gun barrel left my forehead, allowing me to look over. The gunman’s gun, and arm, were stuck in a web. I followed the web back to the one and only spiderman, who was sitting on the edge of the building.

The gunman was jerked backwards, losing his grip on you. As he fell backwards, it propelled you forwards, effectively shoving you right over the edge of the building. You closed your eyes, grimacing, waiting for impact.

But it never came.

A pair of arms were gripping your waist tightly, beginning to pull you up. Once you were back on the roof, you instantly turned around hugging the person who saved you gratefully.

“Oh my god,thank you thank you thank you, you just saved my life! I cannot thank you enough because I am not smushed on the sidewalk currently-”you rambled, eyes still closed, hugging the person. He let out a chuckle, and you opened your eyes. Your cheeks immediately turned red when you saw you were clinging to the Bucky Barnes.

“Well, anything for you, doll,” he smiled, gently guiding you to the stairs. You clung to him-to your lifeline-the whole way to the ambulance waiting on the street.

“Okay, stay safe. If you need anything, you know who to come to,” Bucky said, once you climbed into the ambulance.

“Thank you so much, again, I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” you smiled at him.

“How about we go get a coffee sometime?” he asked casually,taking you by surprise.

“Uh, y-yeah, of course! I’ll catch you around.”

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