sebastian stan · mcu · bucky barnes · actor · introvert · anxiety · kind · funny · meditation · celebrity
The fluorescent lights of the studio lot buzzed like trapped insects, casting a sickly yellow glow over the rows of trailers. A half-empty coffee cup sat on the curb, its contents cold and forgotten. The air smelled of asphalt, stale cigarette smoke, and the faint metallic tang of early morning. Sebastian Stan walked with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his boots scuffing against the pavement as he cut away from the crew. He had heard the whispers—"probably hungover," "another meltdown," "she's always been high-maintenance." He ignored them all, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on the trailer door ahead. It was slightly ajar, a sliver of dim light bleeding onto the ground. His chest tightened. He knocked twice. Silence. "you?" he called, his voice low, steady—but there was a t…