she's just so cute in the new clip i had to gif it

Imagine meeting Chris at a coffee shop.

A/N: For those who wanted something more realistic.

You grabbed the paper cup and placed it under the coffee head, pressing the double shot button on the espresso machine. You left that to do its thing while you grabbed the metal jug filled with cold milk so you could begin to froth it for the latte order that just came in.

It was another busy day at Starbucks which wasn’t surprising considering it was located in the hub area of New York City; the only thing good about that was having the occasional famous face pop in for coffee. You hadn’t been lucky enough to serve one yet, your co-worker and best friend on the other hand- had served Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan, while you were having a day off. You could still remember how you teared up a little when he told you.

“Don’t look now.” Oliver beckoned his head at the Harvard frat boy who’d been trying to get your number for days now. He caught your gaze, excused himself from his group of fellow Ivy Leagues, and started to make his way over. You sighed and Oliver chuckled. “Richy Rich is persistent, I’ll give him that.”

“He’s stubborn, that’s what he-” You cut yourself off and faked a sweet smile when he stopped in front of you. “Hey, um-” You couldn’t remember his name for the life of you, you spent half the time calling him by his code name ‘Richy Rich’. “Hey.”

“It’s Adam,” he reintroduced yourself and you nodded politely though you were going to forget it the second he left. “You should probably remember that, 'cause you’re going to be-” You scoffed before he could finish because you knew where it was going, and he wondered why you weren’t interested.

“Wow.” A familiar male voice interrupted Richy Rich’s horrible and degrading pickup. You turned off the steam wand and looked up; the speaker was the man in the blue cap and clear plastic Ray Bans who had order the latte. “That was- Pfft.” He laughed softly. “Pathetic, man. That was pathetic.” Richy Rich turned and shot Blue Cap a dirty look. “Did you really think a line like that was going to work? What are they teaching you at Harvard? Lemme guess, how to shove your head up your ass and spout shit to girls who clearly deserve a lot better than a rich frat boy.”

You laughed then covered your mouth to stifle your laughter when Richy Rich shot you a dirty look.

“Why don’t you mind your own damn business, old man,” Richy Rich growled.

“I’m sorry,” Blue Cap took his sunglasses off and your jaw dropped when you realized why his voice sounded so familiar; Blue Cap was Captain America. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.” Chris Evans inched closer to Richy Rich, his fierce blue eyes daring him to say another word. “Could you repeat that for me?”

You glanced over at Oliver who looked as mesmerized with the situation as you did. Neither of you could believe that Chris Evans- Captain America was actually defending your honor and chasing away a relentless and annoying pain in your ass. You turned back to the glare match and saw Richy Rich’s jaw tightened. With a quick glance your way, he huffed and retreated back to his friends. Everyone watched as they gathered their things and left the Starbucks with a peep.

“Thank you so much.” You chuckled in amazement and Chris turned his attention back to you with a sweet smile. “He’s- relentless and a little pigheaded, I don’t know many times a girl can say no before a guy gets it.”

“No problem,” he chuckled. “I get why though, you are very pretty. I’d probably come back and give it another shot if you rejected me the first time.” He flashed a charming smile and you felt your heart melt. “Sorry, I’m- I’m kind of doing what he’s doing, right?”

“No no no,” you laughed softly. “You are doing much better than he is. In fact- you I’d say yes to in a heartbeat.” He chuckled softly, lowering his gaze and displaying his ridiculously long lashes. “Let me get you your coffee as a thank you.”

“How about your number instead?” He boldly asked and you felt your throat dry up. Surely you didn’t hear him right, surely Captain America didn’t just ask you for your number. “You don’t have to if you don’t-” He began when he saw your speechless expression.

“Oh, she wants to,” Oliver cut him off and picked up the latte he had finished making for you. He scrawled your number across the paper cup and passed it to Chris. “This girl is free every weekend.” He told Chris. “She loves roses, Italian food, and Disney movies.”

“Duly noted,” Chris nodded with a light chuckle. “I’m Chris, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake and you managed to hold it together long enough to shake his hand. “And you’re Y/N,” he said and your eyes widened. “You’re- um- you’re wearing a name tag,” he pointed to the tag clipped to your apron.

“Right,” you winced. “Way to make myself look like a catch.” You joked and he laughed, making you slightly less nervous. “I’m sorry, I just- you’re Chris Evans and- I am an incredibly huge fan so this- this is incredibly intimidating.”

“I’m human like you,” he reminded you with a sweet smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll see that when I call you and ask you out.” You felt yourself blush at the thought of dating him. “So um- can I call you this weekend? I’m in town for the next couple of weeks and while I’ll probably see you when I grab my morning coffee, I’d love to see you outside your workplace.”

“I’d love that too,” you nodded with a smile.

“It’s a date then,” he flashed his pearly whites.

“It’s a date,” you agreed with a nod.


I feel like this needs a part 2, what do you think?

Bucky Barnes Imagine

- Bucky’s gone off the grid and in order to find him down, you- the love of his life, have been captured and tortured for answers. P.S: I am yet to watch Civil War so this has nothing to do with it, this is a little piece with the lovely Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Violence and coarse language.

Part 1/3

*Reader’s POV*
The door opened and I flinched at the scraping metal sound. Two men; both rugged, fairly well-built and in their mid-thirties swaggered in. I didn’t know what they wanted from me, but I had a feeling it had something to do with Bucky.

“I don’t know where he is,” I felt my vision cloud, “you’re wasting your time with me.”

“Your loyalty is admirable,” the one with the British accent chuckled softly. I noticed he had a scar on his right cheek and a tattoo of a bible psalm in between his collarbone. “I know you’re lying, Y/N. You are the only one other than Captain Rogers, Bucky Barnes stays in contact with.”

“Whoever told you that is wrong,” I felt my jaw tightened.

“Look sweetheart,” he grabbed my face tightly between his thumb and four fingers. “I don’t want to hurt you but I will if you don’t cooperate. My boss wants him so unless you tell me where he is, you’re stuck here with me.”

“I suggest you order a pizza and get comfy,” I shrugged with a slight smirk.

The man’s fingertips pressed harder into my skin. “You wanna play hero for your killer boyfriend? Fine.” His jaw tightened as he pushed my face back, releasing his grip. “You’ll be spitting out the truth and begging for death by the time I’m done with you. Aden,” he snapped at the younger man with him, “get her down.”

Aden nodded and yanked at the chain holding me up, he released it from its hook and lowered me onto the ground. My legs were so numb from standing that I couldn’t help but fall to my knees. The older man grabbed me and forced me to my feet, he dragged me across and sat me down on the chair. He beckoned for Aden, who walked over with a bucket of something. He placed it down in front of the nameless male then held my arms tightly behind the chair. I glanced into the big mental bucket and immediately knew what his first form of torture was; waterboarding.

“I’m Demetri, by the way.” He smirked as he grabbed the piece of cloth out of the bucket. “I don’t like my victims not knowing my name when I torture them. Don’t worry, beautiful. It won’t kill you,” he taunted.

“It won’t give you his whereabouts either,” my voice trembled.

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that.” Demetri said before covering my face with the wet cloth.

I struggled but Aden held me tightly. Before I could prepare myself, someone yanked my head back by my hair and my face was drowned with cold water. With the cloth held tightly against my face, it prevented me to breath anything other than water. I choked, struggling in the chair and repeatedly told myself “do not break.”

Twenty seconds.

That was how long he waterboarded me for.

But it felt like an eternity.

I gasped for air, coughing up and snorting out water. I panted, feeling my entire body shake from the traumatic experience. Demetri grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.

“Give me what I need,” Demetri demanded.

“Go to hell,” I spat in his face.

He scoffed and wiped my spit from his face. “Fine, you want to do it the hard way so be it.” He forced the cloth on my face, yanked my head back and poured water on my face. This time, it lasted twenty-five seconds. I thrashed and struggled, choking on the water that was quickly filling my lungs.

The effect of drowning that waterboarding held was more terrifying than drowning itself. The fact that I couldn’t swim to the surface despite how much my body told me I had to, the fact that I was literally drowning on land- I couldn’t picture anything worst.

“Let me give you another chance,” he removed the cloth from my face and gave me a small interval to breathe and cough up whatever water I could. “Where is fuck is Bucky Barnes?”

“I don’t fucking know,” I bit.

“Do you want to go under for forty seconds?” Demetri asked.

“Even if you put me under for a minute,” I growled, “I won’t give you anything.”

“Well then-” Demetri chuckled at my bravery in disbelief. “A minute and ten seconds it is.”

My heart pounded against my chest as I watched him move to replace the cloth over my face. I winced and shied away from him, whimpering. I couldn’t do it again- I couldn’t go under again but- I couldn’t give Bucky up.

“No,” Aden frowned. “That’s too long, Demetri.”

“You heard her,” Demetri smirked at me, “she thinks she can handle it.”

“No,” Aden scolded. “She’ll die and then we’ll be the ones who’ll be waterboarded. Keep it under forty seconds,” he ordered. “She’s only twenty, she’s practically still a kid.”

“A kid who fell in-love with a killer,” Demetri said smugly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Barnes waterboarded her as training to build up her resistance. I mean- any normal kid would have broke already.”

“We don’t have much time,” Aden reminded him. “We need to find Barnes before he finds us. We won’t be able to take him on our own, so if you want to walk out of here alive you better hurry it up.”

“Do whatever you want,” I told them and tears rolled down my cheeks. “I have nothing to give you.”

“I’m still deciding if you’re brave or stubborn,” Demetri said as he replaced the cloth on my face. This time, as the water filled my throat, I didn’t bother fighting. My body jerked out of reflex but I didn’t struggle; there was no point to it. When he pulled it off, after thirty-eight seconds, I threw up water. “I guess I’m going to have to up my game. Put her back up,” he told Aden.

I was dragged back across to my spot. My chains were reattached to the hook and Aden forcefully pulled on it tugging at my wrists and causing my entire body to lift. I tried my best not to whimper at the pain because I needed to be stronger than that. Demetri walked over and I forced myself not to flinch at his touch. He couldn’t see me break, he couldn’t.

“Set her up,” Demetri commanded before leaving the room.

“I know you know where he is,” Aden whispered so Demetri couldn’t hear him. “What I don’t know is why you’re trying so hard to protect him when he left you here. Just give us what we need and you can go home.”

“I don’t know where he is,” I panted softly.

“Waterboarding is just the beginning, kid.” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s only going to get worst from here on out. Demetri will do anything to break you, he’ll even put a bullet through you. Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know where he is,” I repeated.

The door reopened and Demetri came back in with a car battery and a jumpstart cable. I closed my eyes and forced myself to hold back the tears that came with the fear of what they were going to do to me next. I took a deep breath before reopening my eyes.

“You’re going to need this,” Aden muttered and shoved a piece of dry cloth into my mouth. “I’m trying to help you but I can’t if you don’t let me,” he whispered softly before walking away so Demetri could take his place.

“I’m going to give you a bit of a wake up shock,” he slipped on rubber gloves before he clipped the alligator head on a wet sponge and turned on the car battery. “Are you sure you don’t want to break?” He pulled the cloth out of my mouth and asked me.

“I’m sure because your attempts to break me are pathetic.”

“Cute,” he chuckled but I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes as he shoved the cloth back into my mouth. “Don’t think I’m a monster,” he looked over at Aden. “She said it herself, my attempts are-” he pressed the sponge into my stomach and a white hot pain coursed through my body. “Pathetic.”

I couldn’t hear anything during the shock and nothing after for a few seconds. All the background sounds; Demetri’s mocks and taunts, and Aden’s orders, merged into an inaudible noise while I try to recover from the pain.

“I’m not going to break,” I murmured into the cloth to myself between soft pants whilst staring blankly into nothing. “I’m not going to break.” Pant. “I’m not going to break.” Pant. “I’m not going to break.”

“What’s that sweetheart?”

My gaze focused back onto Demetri’s taunting face.

“I’m not going to break,” I continued inaudibly to draw him closer to my face.

“I can’t hear you,” he pulled the cloth out and inched just about close enough.

“I am not going to break,” I spat in his face and he scoffed, flinching back. “I am not going to break. I am going to get out of here and I am going to help Bucky as he tears you a new one. I am going to-”

I was cut off by the cloth being stuffed back into my mouth and the same white hot pain that surged through my veins moments before. It lasted longer this time and I guess passed out for a brief moment because everything went blank.

“You still not going to break?”

I shook my head weakly.

“Fine.”

The pain surged through me again and I reflexively bit down on the cloth.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Then nothing.

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To be continued.