#stucky soulmates

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Hello- i could use some help finding a Stucky fic from years ago. From what I remember, it is a soulmate au where steve and Bucky have each-others first words but when steve undergoes project rebirth, buckys mark fades and thinks he died. And then in the future steve has a new mark that ends up being the first words the winter soldier said to him.

This one?

(You Can't Choose) What Stays and What Fades Away (ao3) - Taste_is_Sweet steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: At some point in everyone's life, the first words their soulmate will ever say to them will appear in deep black writing on their skin.

The words fade to light grey when a soulmate dies.

Sometimes new words replace them, whether they're wanted or not.

(These were the words Steve was born with, running in a messy, uneven line across his skinny little chest, beneath both his collarbones: You okay, pal? Those jerks didn't hurt ya too bad, did they?

Steve woke up from the ice in 2011 with the words, Who the hell is Bucky? circling his heart, in printing so precise it barely looked human.

Steve hated them.)

- Tori

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Is this the official pose of fighting for superhero couples? Is this also the official pose for trying to calm your feisty partner?

Is this how they reassure each other?

Is this how they protect the love of their life? Is this common amongst enhanced superhero soulmates?

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December, 1943. You are beautiful, even when you sleep.

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The Feral Princess - Part 3

Marvel AU

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks

Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.

Chapter Summary: Sam reports back to the others.

When Sam returns from the Kingdom of Lionheart, he is greeted by an overexcited Becca running down the castle steps. He wraps her up in a warm embrace, before cupping her face in his hands and kissing her softly.

“How was it? Is she coming?”

Sam sighs, knowing the trouble his news will bring.

“What is it? What happened?” Becca asked softly.

“They have dragons.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, we’d better get this over with.”

Sam makes his way up the castle steps hand in hand with his soulmate. Natasha appears out of nowhere and falls into step with him.

“Well?”

“You didn’t tell me they had dragons?”

“The House of Loxley? It doesn’t.”

“She wasn’t there. I told Robin of their intentions and he laughed and sent me to Lionheart.”

“Well I can imagine how that went.”

Before Sam had chance to retort they were at the Command Room. Sam took a deep breath and entered.

Bucky spoke first.

“I see she is not with you.”

“No, she’s not.”

“What happened?” Asked Steve, voice heavy with emotion.

“She politely declined.”

“Politely?” Bucky asked.

“I mean she said, no, thank you, amongst other things.”

“Go on.”

Sam sighed and began to retell the events of the last few days. He’d been warmly welcomed, and both he and the two knights that had accompanied him had been given a full meal, mead and their horses stabled, fed, watered and groomed. After smartening themselves they were invited to the Great Hall to meet with the King. On approach Sam realised that it was a social day and that there were various Lords, Ladies and Knights in attendance. This had initially put him and the accompanying Knights on edge. Were they being led to their doom? Or to be made a show of?

As they entered through a side door, which Sam established was for guests, a Royal Guard had whispered to him.

“Lord Wilson, I’m afraid we’ll have to wait to announce you. There is a developing matter that requires urgent attention.”

Sam nods, simply grateful his head isn’t immediately being put on a stick. He spots a Knight he recognises from the Battle of Washington and reintroduces himself. He doesn’t notice the brunette observing him from across the room.

Exchanging pleasantries with the Knight, and observing the raised voices, he establishes that the youngest Princess and heir is missing somewhere.

King Richard doesn’t seem concerned and then it becomes clear why. He must have predicted the child would wander to you, as he appears unsurprised when you stride in the child on your hip looking ready for battle.

He tells of the altercation with the Governess. Bucky and Steve raise their eyebrows and ask questions, Becca gasps, Natasha seems unfazed.

“After she left to feed the dragons, I was announced.”

“And?” Asked Bucky.

“Well, Richard and some of the court laughed. Some seemed excited, although it appears they were new to court and weren’t exactly used to her behaviour or what had happened with the past attempts at courtship.”

“But did you speak with her? Directly?” Asked Steve.

“I did. Richard asked a guard to fetch her after he’d read your letter. She returned and Richard cleared the Hall so it was just her, him and I. I explained that you sort her hand. She said no thank you and tried to leave.”

“Tried?” Asked Steve.

“Richard asked her to wait and then let her read the letter. She said no thank you again….” Sam decided to stop his retelling there but his hesitation toward the end of his story, led Bucky to believe something was a miss.

“Out with it Samuel.”

“She read all of it, including the part where you said you would fetch her.”

“What? You put that in the letter to Richard?” Natasha asked. “Are you looking to start a war James?”

“We are equipped for it.”

“Against Lionheart and Loxley!? Are you insane? You realise she also has ties to Odinson!”

“He is our ally.” Steve pointed out.

“Not when it comes to her. You have no idea what you’ve done!”

“And what do you know of it Natalia. I do not see your soulmate upon your arm!” Snapped Bucky.

“James!” Yelled Becca. “You do not speak of our friends and their soulmates in such a way. Mother taught you better, and Natasha’s right. You shouldn’t have said that James. How will it look if you fetch a princess against her will.”

“You won’t even make it through the gates. You will start a war, that’s if you haven’t already.” Added Natasha.

“Nobody will stand in the way of soulmates being together. It goes against the gods. If she does not appear at our gates in two days, I will do as I said and I will fetch her.”

“Buck, she said” Sam paused and let out a sigh, “She said if you come you will leave as the others, bleeding or in a box.”

“Well, it’s a good job I like a challenge Samuel, and I will fetch her.”

Moments after Lord Wilson’s departure.......................

There’s a flurry of activity in your quarters as the Royal Guards bring in trunks for your things.

“We won’t need those. We’ll just take what we can carry by horse. Place them back in the store but out of sight.”

Lady Dawn is looking at you with a look you cannot read.

“Do say whatever it is that you want to say Lady Dawn.”

“Is this wise?”

“Are you questioning my judgement?”

“No, I’m questioning if you wish the kingdoms to go to war over you.”

You paused.

“There won’t be a war, it won’t come to that.”

“Won’t it?”

Before you have chance to answer, your second lady, Darcy enters.

“I have everything readied.”

You began to move around the room placing items into a satchel. You watch as Lady Dawn begins to put on her cloak.

“You do not need to come Lady Dawn.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve have not sat and watched you grow and attempted to raise The Feral Princess to miss her being tamed.”

Darcy let out a laugh and you soon followed suit.

“Ok ladies, time for another adventure.”

You slipped into the night on horseback, Lady Dawn, Darcy, and your Loxley guards by your side.

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📖"Worth The Wait"

Rated: Mature

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x reader

Tags: soulmate au, Dom/sub au, age difference (26/34), sub reader, soft!dom Steve, bossy!dom Bucky, soulmarks, angst/comfort, stalking, grinding, virginity kink

Summary: When you find out what the two of them have been hiding from you all these years - and more importantly, what they've been depriving you of - you don't react well. You may be a submissive and they may be two Doms with whom your relationship runs deep, but you just cannot with these two idiots. Not this time.

"Please just wait a second. You're overreacting! Come on, Doll, won'tcha just let us expl-"

You whirl around at the nickname, furious. "No!" You reach up to smack away the hand that was reaching for you—Bucky's hand. He looks so hurt by it, and you grit your teeth, mad at him for his audacity to act hurt over this. "Don't call me that," you grit out, face red from how high your blood pressure currently is (and the crying, though you're doing your best to push that back until you can get away from them).

"Sweetie—"

"No! I said shut up!" You glare daggers at him. "You don't get to call me that anymore."

"Honey ..."

"And neither do you!" you snap, turning the daggers on Steve. You point at him, then Bucky, jabbing each of them once in their chests with your finger. "I'm not your 'Honey', I'm not your 'Sweetie'. I'm the girl whose life you've ruined for the past twelve years, and you don't get to act like you care about me now!"

Bucky sighs like you're being unreasonable, and that pisses you off even more than him acting hurt over it had. "Doll, come on. It's not that big of a—"

"God! Just stop!" You turn back to your apartment door and shakily get your keys out and fit the right one to the lock, your angry tears about to burst out of you from frustration when you fumble a few times before getting it open. You feel the heat of the two of them at your back and you push the door inward and take a step in, then turn back around to face them—they're closer, right at the threshold. "Get back," you say tersely, body tensing up at the threat that they might follow you in. You can't take that right now. You need to be alone. You have to process this.

"Come on, Peach. Just let us explain, please. Let's talk about this."

Goddamn him. It's like he's trying to use up his whole repertoire of pet names just to spite you. "There's nothing to talk about!" You grab the edge of the door and push it to slam it shut in their faces, but Bucky's metal hand comes up and stops it from closing completely.

His expression is harder now, his voice lower as he gives you a stern look. "Don't shut us out, Peach."

You huff, sick and tired of his superior attitude. Normally, you like the way he coddles you, talks down to you, calls you pet names—it makes you feel special and warm—but not today. Today you just found out that Stucky (as you refer to the pair of them) are your soulmates—both of them. That's rare but not unheard of. They're both Doms, after all, so it only figured that one or both of them was eventually going to get the tingle for some sub, somewhere, someday. And now you know it's you.

That's not what you're mad about, though. Your stomach had dropped right out when Bucky admitted that he and Steve have known about this for twelve years. Twelve fucking years! And then Steve had the nerve to tell you that they've been tag teaming as "chaperones" (read: stalkers) for the entirety of your dating life—ever since you were fourteen and started going out with Jimmy Bollinger in the ninth grade.

You get sicker the more you think about it: all those fumbled relationships, all those boys (and later, men) who seemed to like you so much, and then who suddenly lost interest; all those times when a Bumble match would stand you up, or when a few kisses and seemingly fantastic dates led to a sudden ghosting. Now you know why. Steve and Bucky have been "handling" (read: intimidating) them out of your sphere for over an entire decade!

You can't even begin to process the betrayal you feel, how confused and upset this makes you. You feel like your best friends have just played the cruelest trick ever, and you can't let them come into your apartment now because you know if you do, they'll just Dom (read: bully) the upset out of you and that is not what you want. It's not what you need. You need to cry and vent and rage. You need to call Wanda over and drink more vodka than Stucky would ever allow you to. So no, you can't let them in.

You sneer at Bucky's hand on the door and his superior expression. "Take your fucking hand off my fucking door, right fucking now, Barnes," you warn, absolutely fed up with him and totally showing it on your stone cold face.

For a second, his eyes narrow and he looks like he'll fight you on it. But Steve puts a hand on his shoulder and says quietly, "Babe," addressing Bucky as his husband. You clench your teeth and glare Bucky down. His features pinch as if it's physically painful for him to respect your wishes, but he does pull back—which, unbeknownst to him, saves him from a swift punch to the face. He opens his mouth like he'll say something else, continue arguing that you shouldn't be upset at them, but before he can, you slam the door shut in their faces, rapidly locking it and throwing the deadbolt once it's closed.

You stand there, immediately breaking into the tears you were trying so desperately to hold back in front of them, both palms flat on the door and then your forehead resting between them as all the anger inside you suddenly collapses into sorrow.

How could they do this to you?!

You hear them talking from the other side of the door, though it's muffled. They sound frustrated, talking to each other, arguing back and forth in low, hissed voices. You can't make all of their words out, but you do hear Steve scolding Bucky for his aggressiveness, and then Bucky sniping back about Steve being too soft.

"Now she'll never come outta there," he complains to Steve. "She needs us! We need to talk to her, hold her! We need to explain—"

"—You think I don't know that?! Think I don't want her in my arms just as bad as you do?!"

You scoff at the back and forth of their arguing and pull away from the door, not wanting to hear it. You stomp back to your bedroom and slam the door shut, hard, hoping they hear it from out in the hall. You toss your purse on the bed, then yourself. You let yourself break down completely and just sob into your pillow for a while; hot, angry, devastated tears wetting the pillowcase and making you snotty and miserable as you think about the joke they've made of you all these years.

Every single time, you think, horrified as the realization sinks deeper and deeper with the more memories you drag up and examine. From Jimmy in ninth grade, from high school crushes and a ruined prom night, through all your college boyfriends and after-college boyfriends, all the way up to your third date/breakup with Derrick today: All of it has been because of them.

You'd thought there was something wrong with you; that you were a bad kisser, or not that pretty, not thin enough or not toned enough, not smart or interesting enough. You'd angsted over whether maybe you talked too much about heavy topics on first dates, or didn't give off a heavy enough sub vibe—or too much of a sub vibe. All these years trying so desperately to improve yourself, to make yourself lovable, and it turns out that Steve and Bucky were chasing away any chance you had at love in the first place.

You break down for a while in your room, crying and fuming and crying some more, utterly devastated at their betrayal. Eventually the tears run out, and instead you just get really, really angry.

The audacity of them! You remember the scene from earlier, when you'd bumped into them outside the restaurant where Derrick had cautiously told you that he "wasn't ready for a relationship," and that "it was him, not you." You'd left, managing not to cry despite how dejected you'd felt, so sure that it was you (again), and found Bucky and Steve standing there, looking like they'd been waiting for it to happen.

Steve had looked nervous, Bucky less so. He'd been the one to comfort you as you all walked back towards the building you shared. He'd told you that the guy didn't deserve you anyway, that you were too good for him—all the usual platitudes that did only a little to heal the hurt of another rejection. You hadn't thought much of how they'd just been there outside the restaurant, chalking it up to coincidence at first.

God, you felt so stupid now! All these years and you've never seen it. You lay there in your bed and replay that evening in your mind, going back to the moment it'd happened:

"Just tell her," Steve says, once you've reached the stoop in front of your building.

"Tell me what?"

Bucky takes a deep breath and puts both hands on your shoulders as he looks in your eyes and gently confesses, "It's us, Doll. We're the reason why none of your relationships have really worked out." He glances over at Steve, and the two of them share a knowing look, before he turns back to you and the both of them stare you down. "We've been waiting for you."

You get a sinking sense of dread right away, even though you don't understand what he means. "What?" You lift your hands to cover his on your shoulders, intending to push them off, but he only curls his fingers more firmly there. "What are you saying?"

"We're your soulmates, Honey," Steve says, while Bucky nods. "We have been for ... well ... since you were fourteen." He kind of winces when he says it, and you gape for a full five seconds before you manage to squeak,

"What?!"

Bucky leads you over to the bench that sits in front of your building, urging you down to sit between them. Their big bodies crowd you in from either side, pressing up against you, but for the first time in your life, it doesn't feel like safety. "No," you whimper, looking back and forth between them to try and see that this is just a mean joke. "You don't ... you aren't ..." Steve nods seriously, and you feel your breath leave you. "You can't be. I mean, not all this time? You knew? And you didn't ... you knew you were my ..."

"Yeah, your soulmates, Honey." Steve puts his hand on top of your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze that you suppose is meant to be comforting. "It's a good thing, yeah?"

You shudder, humiliated. "How could you?"

They share a confused look, mistaking your meaning and each of them answering simultaneously:

"We have your Words."

"We felt it happen."

You scoff. "I mean: how could you do this to me?!"

They both look shocked that you're so upset about it. They hold you still to keep you sitting on the bench between them when you try to get up. "Hold on, Doll. Let us explain."

"Explain? Explain?!"

"We were just protecting you, Hon, until you got a little older, until you were ready." Steve is so coaxing, so sweet like he always is, and Bucky hums and pets your arm as he acknowledges that what Steve is saying is the truth.

“But we watched out for you.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“We had to look after you,” Steve explains, like it’s common sense. “Couldn’t let any of those guys get serious with you, you know?”

“... Oh my god,” you whisper. Neither one of them seems to pick up on the horror that's dawning on you, as you realize the full scope of the situation. "Since I was ... f-fourteen?" you say, beginning to hyperventilate, thinking of all the not-quite-boyfriends of so many years, the canceled dates, the ghosted texts, the "I'm not ready for this" excuses.

You're ... you're still a virgin because of these two!

New strength enters your body and you surge to your feet, breaking through their hold on you. You turn to them with angry tears already building up behind your eyes. This is unbelievable! How could they do this to you? "How?!" you demand, voice wavering with emotion. "Show me."

They each pull down on the necklines of their tee shirts, stretching the fabric to reveal the top swells of their left pecs. And there, just underneath their left collarbones, are the matching marks:

You guys are complete idiots, you do realize this?

The Words on their skin are in that odd shade of muted red that everyone's Words are in—like an old scar that never quite healed—and you stare, unable to breathe for a couple of seconds. You must've called them "idiots" and "dumbasses" a thousand times over the years, but the second you see their marks, you somehow know the exact instance when you'd said those words; the memory of the encounter playing out in your mind as clear as if it were right there in front of you on a tv screen.

You flounder for a bit as you try to make sense of it, to somehow make what they're telling you less awful. "So you've ... you've just been ruining my dates for ... for ten years?!"

Neither of them look prepared for this reaction from you. "Well ... twelve," Steve grimaces. "But it was 'cause we knew—"

"Because you knew and didn't tell me! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Sweetie, just calm down for a sec. This is good news. We were trying to protect you."

You turn all your anger on Bucky at that point, incensed. "Protect me?!"

You don't miss the way that his eyes harden, how he squares his jaw and gives you a firm, "Yes. To protect you." You scoff, and he leans forward and grabs your wrist and tugs you back to the bench, but you land ungracefully in his lap and he wraps his arms around your middle so that you can't escape, your back pressed tightly to his chest.

"Let me go!"

"No. You're going to sit still like a good girl and hear us out," he says, using his Dominant tone, and you freeze at hearing it. Bucky and Steve never intone with you. They're your friends. They're respectful. Sure, there's always been a small degree of sexual tension present between you, but they're married, they're Stucky, and they've always been platonic with you. Always! Bucky's breath hits warm against your scalp and the shell of your ear as he tries to calm you down. "You were too young at fourteen, Doll," he says, still speaking sternly but also compassionately. "Can't you understand that?"

Steve nods along in agreement. "You weren't ready to be tied down to someone. You weren't ready to be Dommed, and you sure as hell weren't ready for intimacy of any kind."

"Intimacy?" you sneer, struggling and failing against the strength of Bucky's arms. "Like I'd have any clue what that is, huh? I'm twenty-six goddamn years old and I've never gotten past second base! I thought there was something wrong with me. And now I find out, after all these years of angsting, that it's because you two have been cock blocking me?!"

"Calm down," Bucky growls in your ear—another Dominant order, just as Steve says,

"Sweetheart, please ..."

To your great shame, you have a physical reaction to Bucky's hold on you: his strong arms restraining you and his scruff brushing against your neck and his Dominant tone seeping into your brain—and Steve's coaxing entreaties coming from the side don't help. It's not under your control, how your clit pulses and your panties get a little wet spot from all that stimulation. You are a submissive, after all, and this is Bucky doing this to you. How many times have you thought about it? How many nights spent lying in bed have you brought him to mind, or him and Steve to mind, as you've slipped a hand down your belly and—

No, you think, shutting those thoughts off in anger. You're not going to go soft for them now. They can't get away with this.

You've been crying at this point, a few tears escaping down your cheeks like firebrands, only increasing your humiliation. And of course Steve coos and leans in to wipe them away. "Hey, heey, Honey. It's okay. We're here now."

You jerk away from him like his hands are poison and you hiss, "Don't touch me."

Steve's hand falls away, his face so full of concern. "Honey ..." he laments.

"No. Don't call me that. Don't touch me." You squirm hard in Bucky's arms again, and when he doesn't let you go you huff and turn to Steve. "Make him let me go. Now."

Your gaze must be murderous, because after a brief hesitation, Steve reluctantly convinces Bucky to let go of you. You immediately get to your feet and storm off, hurrying into the apartment building and towards the elevator, the two men following at your back. "Leave me alone!"

They catch up to you at the elevator before the doors can fully shut, Bucky glaring and Steve wincing as they block the doors and force their way inside. "Please," Steve says, begging you to understand. "It was for your own good."

Wrong thing to say. You go to jab the button for your floor and cross your arms, keeping yourself away from them—and well out of Bucky's reach. Bucky pushes the button for his and Steve's floor, too (it's just below yours), and then swipes his hand over the buttons for every other floor. You hiss and whirl around. "Christ. Real mature, Bucky."

"We need the time to talk."

"You could have told me!"

"We wanted you to have your freedom, Hon," Steve pleads. His kind tone only makes you angrier.

"Freedom?! How is that freedom? Freedom to do what? to spend years trying to find a connection with someone and fail? to figure that it must be me; that I'm, I dunno, overestimating myself? to convince myself I'm a seven and then decide that I must really only be, like, a solid four 'cause no one wants me?"

"The fuck?" Bucky growls and steps forward. "You're gorgeous." But he says it like a chastisement instead of a compliment, and you're far too angry to take any compliments from him, anyway.

"Fuck you!"

"Is that what you would've preferred?" he says darkly. "Hm? Because we were twenty-four back then, already out of college. And you were fourteen fucking years old, Sweetheart." You blush and avert your eyes, and Bucky nods, vindicated. "You really think two grown-ass men were gonna come busting in when you were still practically a kid? Take advantage of you in your prissy little ballerina bedroom? Hm? Pop your cherry on that sweet lacy duvet?"

"Buck," Steve complains.

It's a mean assessment, but it's accurate, and you suddenly hate that Bucky knows what your childhood bedroom back at your parents' apartment looks like. "No," you answer him tightly. "But you should've told me, not stalked me for twelve fucking years to make sure I never get laid!" You're still blushing as you say the words, but Steve looks a little ashamed, so you're glad you did.

At their floor, they try to coax you out into the hallway to go home with them like you've done so many times in the past, but you stay in the elevator and jab at the close door button, trying to shut them out. No such luck.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky asks as he steps back on, Steve right behind. You back up until you hit the elevator's wall, nowhere to go. Bucky crowds you in while Steve stands beside you. They both look a little less apologetic now and a little more ... well, dominant.

"Home," you say, meaning for the word come out assertive. Instead it comes out timid and you nearly cringe at yourself. "M'going home. Alone."

Bucky raises an eyebrow. "Oh is that so?" The way he says it is dark and dangerous and smooth as satin. It makes your pulse quicken—but not in fear.

"Bucky," you breathe, trying to move to get around him, but they both block you in. "Ugh! Let me go."

They don't allow it. Bucky shoves his knee forward, forcing your legs to part. You gasp and he moves closer, pressing, holding you in place with his thick thigh wedged up against your clothed cunt. He rests his weight through his hand against the wall, right next to your head. Then, holding eye contact and with his lips parted, expression intent, he grinds his thigh forward.

You make an embarrassing 'yip' of a sound, and his eyes darken. You've never seen him look like that—not at you. It makes something nervous and desperate begin to gather in your belly. "Stop," you say, trying so hard to make your voice firm. You push against his chest, mad that he's using his dominance to bring out your submission. You've never subbed for Bucky or Steve—or anyone, really. At least nobody you care about. Since you've been unable to gain a sexual partner all these years, you've always used the services provided by Pro Doms - their platonic services, because no way in hell were you ever going to sign up to lose your virginity in a glorified medical clinic.

"Just relax for me," Bucky intones, nearly purring the words down at you. "Let us take you home and talk this out, huh?"

You whine at the increasing tug in your belly, embarrassed. "Don't–don't do that," you stammer, turning your head away from him. "S'not fair."

Bucky hums, pleased, but Steve clears his throat and then you hear him murmuring, "Buck, let her go. You can't force this. It isn't right."

You breathe a sigh of relief when Bucky pulls back from you, removing the pressure from between your legs. You have to fight the urge to put your hand down there, or to try and rub your thighs together. His big thigh pushed up between your legs had felt so good, and now it's gone.

"You liked that," Bucky says smugly, eyes gleaming. "Admit it. That made you wet just now, didn't it?"

You're scowling as Steve is once again chastising his husband for his crude comments. "Buck! Come on, man."

"Like I'd ever get turned on by you," you snap, hands balled into fists so you don't try to hit him again. "You're like my brother. Gross!"

It's not true. Not even a little bit. But you can tell that it gets under Bucky's skin, that it bothers him, so you sneer at him all the more and jab the button for your floor. The elevator moves up. Bucky's not intoning anymore, so that tugging in your belly fades away and your anger resurfaces, only this time it's even worse. You scowl at him and step forward, shoving him in the chest with your full might.

He barely moves, and when you shove him again and again, he only moves back by a small step, keeping his balance and leering at you because it's obvious how weak you are and how strong he is—and he knows that as a sub, you can't help but like that.

"Ugh!" You're ready to cry again, so mad and so humiliated by what they've done to you. "I hate you!"

"Don't say that, Honey," Steve mourns, still so fucking kind that you can hardly stand him any better than Bucky.

"Fuck you too, Steven," you snap, groaning in relief when the elevator finally 'dings' at your floor and the doors open. You step out and hurry down the hall towards your apartment, knowing that they're following you.

Which leads us all the way back to you, crying and fuming in your bedroom; and Bucky and Steve, ostensibly locked out in the hallway. You have no idea how long they loiter out there, but you're too afraid to open the door and check. You turn on your tv for background noise and make tea, checking the peep hole occasionally, but you can’t hear them talking anymore. If they are out there, they're making sure to stay out of eyeshot.

You huff at your own paranoia when you pull back from the most recent peephole check. You don't need to be doing this. You've already spent forty minutes crying, over an hour fuming, and another hour cry-fuming less vigorously over a few cups of tea. It's time to call for reinforcements.

"Wanda? Hey. I need you to come over for a girls' night."

Wanda, ever perceptive, can hear your clogged sinuses through the phone. She asks.

You sniffle and admit, "No, it's not good. Bring Nat if she's free. And plenty of Vodka."

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[holdfastperseus]

What if..Steve Rogers Saved Bucky in Every Universe?

[braveclementine]

Chapter 35

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

Bucky was the first to break into your room with surprising force. There was a complete look of panic on his face that made you raise your eyebrow. You could hear running footsteps down the hallway from probably either Steve and Sam following Bucky, or Fury and T'Challa.

Upon the people entering the room, it was all four.

"Y/N, are you alright?" T'Challa asked.

"I'm fine." You said, trying not to laugh at their obvious panic. "It's not like the baby is going to shoot out of me immediately. Calm down and breathe."

"Do you need help standing?" Fury asked. You could hear commotion down the hallway and finally Elizabeth was next to enter the room.

"What?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Her water broke." Sam said.

"Oh." Elizabeth stated, smiling. Then she looked quizzical, "Are you calling a doula?"

"I thought we were going to hospital." Tony said, entering the room next.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Welp, I don't trust the medical industry as far as I can throw them. See you guys tomorrow then."

You laughed at the typical Elizabeth fashion, before sliding out of the bed. Your soulmates immediately converged on you as though you were suddenly made of glass.

"Give her some breathing room." Stephen commanded, leaning against the wall.

You took Bucky's arm and he helped you out of the room. Upon exiting the house, you saw the large bus that Tony had gotten and equipped.

It wasn't really a bus, it was much smaller than that. It was painted black and had nice leather seats inside. It would fit everyone comfortably.

To your surprise though, Elizabeth was sitting behind the wheel, looking at the rest of you impatiently.

"I thought you didn't trust medical facilities?" You questioned as Bucky helped you up the stairs, putting you in the front seat.

"I don't." Elizabeth sighed, starting the bus so that Chandelier by SIA came on. "I hate hospitals, I don't trust them. But I'm not going to miss your babies birth either. As long as no one sticks me with some needles I'll be fine."

"Why would someone stick you with a needle?" Stephen asked in interest as he was the last to pile onto the bus.

Elizabeth looked at him seriously and said, "Why, because vaccines send our brainwaves to Facebook so that Zuckerberg can read all of our thoughts."

She threw a wink at you as you tried to keep your face straight. Stephen was missing an inside joke as he had never been on the gymnastics team with you. He didn't know the story.

Meanwhile, Stephen was staring at Elizabeth in the utmost confusion, trying to figure out how someone he thought was highly intelligent had suddenly come out with the most ridiculous conspiracy theory he'd ever heard.

At least, until he realized both of you were holding in laughs and he rolled his eyes, sulking next to Tony who hadn't heard a word that had passed between the two of them.

Elizabeth finally dropped the lot of you off at the hospital doors before she went to park.

Tony checked you in at the front desk and a nurse brought you to a room in the maternity ward.

"On a scale of one to ten, how painful are your contractions?" The nurse asked.

"Just a one right now." You said. You could barely feel them at the moment.

"Triplets, right?" She confirmed.

"Yes."

She simply nodded, marking stuff off on her clipboard. "You have you taken any medication while you were pregnant?"

"No." You said. Elizabeth, Wanda, Stacy, and Nat had all shown you different books where it was scientifically proven that taking even an Advil or a Tylenol for a headache could prove detrimental to a baby's organs since they were forming in your womb and didn't have a strong enough system to deal with second hand drugs.

There was a slight purse of the woman's lips as she made another mark on her clipboard. "Who is or are your soulmates?"

Was that actually pertinent information?

"We are," Tony said, gesturing behind him to the eleven of them.

The nurse had a glimmer of recognition behind her eyes, her cheeks burning pink. "I see. Which ones are the father?"

"Unimportant. They're all of ours." Tony finished again.

You smiled.

The nurse seemed aggravated with Tony's interference. "Biologically."

"Like said, it doesn't matter." Loki said slyly. The nurse paled seeing him, made another note and gave you a strained smile. "The doctor will be with you shortly."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, settling herself on a chair on the far side of the room. She plugged headphones in her ears and you could hear her blasting a mixture of BLACKPINK and also Tom MacDonald. You smiled a little.

Steve was also in the corner of the room, an artbook in hand. You wondered what he was working on.

T'Challa wasn't in the room, on the phone with Shuri who had wanted to know the moment your water broke. Fury was on one side of the bed, his good eye roving the bed carefully. Clint, Rhodey, and Bucky were on the other side of the bed.

Thor, Tony, and Sam had taken the couch in the room, that was pressed up against the window, while Loki had his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window.

Stephen hovered around, his sharp eyes taking in every medicine that they planned to use.

"No anesthesias." He said to you. "You want to be conscious and aware when you have the children. You don't want to be asleep while you do it, even if there is some pain."

You just nodded. You had been over these steps hundreds of times. But of course, they were starting to feel helpless and nervous now that you were actually at the point where the babies would actually start coming.

Funnily enough, nothing actually happened except a few contractions. You slept the entire night almost pain free, before waking up again the next morning.

Everyone else looked like they'd either slept well or badly. Elizabeth and Stephen both looked like they hadn't slept at all.

"We're going to go and get some breakfast for you, okay?" Tony said, leaving you behind with a still fast asleep Clint- on the couch this time instead of the vents- Elizabeth in the corner, and Stephen who was refusing to leave your side.

Stephen started lightly dozing, trying to keep himself awake for the most part. Elizabeth just stared at the wall, one earbud in, music blasting.

"Hey, Elizabeth?" You asked and she paused the music to look at you, "Why don't you trust the doctors?"

She winced, looking up into the room before coming to sit next to you on the bed, "They have microphones in here you know."

"They do?" You whispered back.

She nodded, "They use them in case an abusive parents comes in. That's why doctors leave so long between the switching or nurse to doctor so that they can overhear if a mother or father is telling their child to tell a certain story to the doctor."

"I never knew that."

"Me neither. My mother told me. A nurse told her." Elizabeth mumbled and then said, "There are shots that doctors give children when they are six months old. There has been a lot of debate about whether or not these shots later cause metal problems in children. When I was six months old, I had an allergic reaction to the whooping cough vaccine."

"Oh?" You looked at her.

She gave a stiff nod, "It was only two hours after we got home. My mum laid me down in the crib. If she had come to check on me five minutes later, she would've missed the reaction I had. I was screaming and she thought I was having a seizure. They immediately took me to the doctors. They couldn't find anything wrong with me. Another nurse pulled my mother to the side and asked for her to tell her what had happened. My mother described the entire day."

"What did the nurse say?"

"She said that when she was in medical school, they used to teach that seizures were a side-effect of the whooping cough vaccine. However, they don't teach the young nurses that anymore. The doctors refused to say there was anything wrong with me. Even to this day, they still try to push the vaccine on me. Whenever I say I'm allergic, they still try and press it on me."

"But why?"

She shrugged, "'It's just a five minute seizure and you're protecting the old and young alike!'"

"They said that to you?"

"They're corrupt. They're all corrupt." Elizabeth muttered, hugging her knees.

Stephen's eyes were open, watching Elizabeth. You wondered what he was thinking about, as he had once been a doctor- although he wasn't the kind of doctor giving vaccines, but performing brain surgeries.

You had no idea what to say, so you just put a comforting arm over her shoulder.

A half hour later, the boys came back with food from Panda Express. Elizabeth perked up, eagerly accepting her fried rice and orange chicken bowl. You had gotten the same thing, with an addition of the lo mien noodles, and the two of you ate. Elizabeth slowly shifted back to her corner so that the boys could sit around you.

More hours passed. A lot of them drifted in and out of sleep, including yourself. But everytime you were awake or awoke, Elizabeth was still awake, curled into herself.

"Elizabeth." You said when all the boys had collectively decided to take a walk and bring back dinner. Your contractions had gotten slightly more painful and the doctor was sure that they would be out either tonight or early tomorrow morning, "Seriously, call Pietro or Hogun and go home. You don't have to be here."

She just shook her head, the stubborn ice ninja she was. "I'm fine, really."

You didn't push it.

"Here." Tony said proudly, putting your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant in front of you.

"Thanks Tones." You said, smiling at him. You leaned upwards a bit and he quickly dipped down so that you could kiss his cheek.

A few hours later, it was around eleven o'clock and you hit your first huge contraction. You gritted your teeth in pain, hating the fact that this was happening. But at the same time, you were ecstatic.

Your babies were finally coming!

The doctor showed up and they made the others clear the room. Stephen was the only one they allowed to stay, though you had a sneaking suspicion that Loki was invisible somewhere in the room. And it wouldn't have surprised you if Clint made his way into the vent in your room.

You followed the doctors orders to the dot. If he said push, you pushed. If he told you to relax, you did as told. They all seemed rather nervous with Stephen in the room, like they were scared of failing under his watch.

Eventually after a good twenty minutes, the first baby was out. It was obviously Bucky's, just by the fact that it was a girl. One of the nurses took her over to the other side of the room to clean her off before coming to lay her on your chest.

She was a precious thing, tiny. Though she had just come from the room, she already had a mess of brown fluff on her head. You nudged her lightly for her to take your bud into her tiny mouth so that she would get used to breast-feeding. It was the healthiest choice for them.

She seemed a natural, sucking though she couldn't actually find any milk. The doctor handed her over to Stephen who took her carefully into his arms as another contraction hit and the second baby was on his way.

"Do you have a name?" Stephen asked over the nurses shoulder, trying to distract me a little bit.

"No idea." You muttered through your teeth as you pushed.

"The second one is almost here." The doctor said, smiling at you, trying to reassure you.

There was a lot of pain and the nurse on the other side of you was telling you in undertone that it wasn't to late to take something to knock you out yet.

You refused. You could do this naturally. After all, if mothers could push out a half dozen babies back in the 1800s with no medicine and in the middle of nowhere, you could push out three in a hospital room with none too.

Natural birth. You just wanted your babies to be born naturally.

The second baby was out and the third was very close to coming out as well, slipping out only seconds after his brother.

The doctor chuckled, "Technically, this one is now a single and those two are twins."

You looked at the clock. 12:01. Damn.

Stephen chuckled, coming over to see how you were holding up as they laid the boys down on your chest.

"How are you feeling darling?"

"Fantastic." You huffed with a light laugh and a huge smile on your face.

The second boy was slightly lighter than his brother. He was very obviously mixed, whereas the third baby was much darker.

"Which one do you think is which?" You asked Stephen.

"You'll have to ask Thor." Loki said, appearing visible now in the corner.

One of the nurses jumped, screeching, running from the room. Loki rolled his eyes and Stephen sighed.

"Hi Lokes." You said sternly, trying not to smile. Loki just grinned.

"Can Bucky come in first with Stevie and Sam?" You asked Stephen. "I want him to see his baby girl first since he's been so terrified."

Stephen nodded, carefully placing the little girl on your chest too. Your arms came up to hug all three of them and Loki carefully moved over to put his hand on one of the boys backs.

Bucky came into the room quickly, Steve and Sam shadowing his footsteps. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair sticking out every which way like he'd been messing with it. His red shirt was wrinkled and a huge smile lit up his face when he saw the little girl on your chest.

"Does she have a name yet?" He asked as he picked her up carefully in his arms.

"No. I didn't know if you had any preferences." You said earnestly. "I mean, I have names, but um. . . they're not very good."

"Can I hear 'em doll?" Bucky asked sincerely. "I named my cat after a plant."

You giggled. "Alpine is a perfectly good name for a cat. I don't know." You said, growing more serious. "I was kind've thinking something sort've. . . old timey, you know? Like Ruth or Daphne. Lucy. Sadie maybe. Angela. Those sorts of names."

[I know a lot of fanfics have them name their kids after like their dead parents but I'm just like- I can't. Like maybe middle names, but not first names. I honestly just can't. Also, every name mentioned here is on my baby list so yeah-]

"I like all of those." Bucky said. He looked at her. "She looks like a Lucy."

You giggled, "Lucy then?"

"Lucy Sarah." Bucky finished.

"Last name?" The nurse asked.

You all looked at each other. Usually soulmates came up with a name that combined the two last names. Yours was just a tad to long to do that.

"Marvel." You finished.

The nurses nodded.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam went to sit in the corner of the room with Lucy while Loki left to go and get Fury, T'Challa, and Thor.

Thor entered first, picking up the lighter skinned baby, before handing him to Fury. T'Challa picked up the darker one in his hands.

"Do you have names for them, my Nkosazana?" T'Challa asked.

"Yes. Fury's is Vincent and yours is Marcel, though I have not decided on middle names." You said. The names had just hit you as you saw your soulmates hold them.

"Vincent Jack." Fury said. He looked around, "Do we have an official last name that's better than than what we have at the moment?"

"Marvel." You said.

He squinted, "You mean Mar-vel?"

"Marvel." You said, smirking and then shrugged. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. has started calling me Mrs. Marvel ever since I've been married to you guys. I think it's better than Mrs. Avenger but ya know."

Sam smirked at you before turning back to Lucy.

"Yomoya." T'Challa said. "It means of the wind. A free spirit. That will be his middle name."

The nurse blushed, "Er- and could you spell that out for me?"

You smirked and then relaxed into your pillows. Everything had gone as smoothly as you could hope.

The others slowly filed in. Elizabeth hung around Bucky and the soldiers, looking at little Lucy.

"Okay." One of the nurses came in with a needle. You saw Elizabeth cringe backwards.

"What's that for?" Tony asked, frowning slightly.

"We always give this to mothers before they leave the hospital with their babies." The nurse said, looking somewhat blankly at Tony. "It's a DTaP vaccine. It's the whooping cough, diphtheria, and tetanus shot. It's just to keep the babies safe as they are susceptible to these diseases easiest."

You saw Elizabeth pale. She stood and hurried from the room.

Stephen's eyes trailed after her, "We don't need it."

The nurse frowned, "It's mandatory."

Since when?

"No, I mean, we don't need it." Stephen said with a charming smile, "We have a private doctor. You'll have to forgive us, but we are the Avengers after all. The only shots we get are from a friend of ours, Bruce Banner, the Hulk. He'll give her the shot when we get back to the compound."

The others just stared at him, not aware of why he was lying through his teeth.

"Oh." The nurse said, looking troubled, "That's fine. . . I guess."

She looked rather taken aback and then left the room.

"Wha-" Stephen stopped Tony from talking with a simple shake of his head.

Bucky stood up quickly, obviously thinking a threat was around, "We can go home now, right?" He held Lucy protectively to his chest.

"Yes, let's go." Stephen said. Rhodey hurried to the front to sign the rest of you out. Clint got you a wheel chair so that you didn't have to walk. T'Challa let you hold Marcel on your lap while Thor rolled you out.

Rhodey drove home instead, Elizabeth finally falling fast asleep in the bus. You smiled as Stephen put a blanket around her shoulders. Then he sat next to you.

"What was that in the hospital?" You asked curiously.

"Bruce does have vaccines if you want them." Stephen said thoughtfully. "I don't know. Hearing Elizabeth's story, it just. . . made me realize some things. It's up to you of course. I want to wait on the kids though, if that's okay. Their organs are still growing so if we want to get them vaccinated, I'd much rather wait till they are around six or eight years old, if that is alright with you. T'Challa won't have his kids vaccinated period, but it is really up to you for Lucy and Vincent."

You nodded, "I [Will/Won't]"

Once you guys pulled up to the mansion, Steve helped roll you inside while everyone gathered there. Hogun stayed just long enough to glance over the babies and find out their names before he was ushering Elizabeth off to bed. Pietro soon followed.

You were slowly falling asleep, having had a stressful, confusing, and also euphoric night. You're kids were here.

And if you honestly couldn't wait to have more.

"Let's go put them to bed, eh?" Steve said to Bucky, clapping him on the shoulder. Bucky hadn't put Lucy down once since you had handed her over. He couldn't see to be able to tear his eyes from her.

"Look how tiny she is in my arms." Bucky murmured, smiling down at the sleeping babe. "She fits just perfectly. And she doesn't even seem to hate my metal arm!"

Your heart melted, a smile coming over her face, "C'mon Bucky bear, let's put her to bed."

Bucky nodded again and you slowly got out of the wheelchair. You were super fricking sore, but Steve and Sam made sure to walk next to you if you needed it.

Inside the Princess themed room, Bucky finally laid the baby girl down in her pink crib. He tucked a pink blanket around her.

The three of them went ahead and climbed into the bed underneath the Princess castle, knowing full well that they were going to have to get up every two hours to feed and take care of her.

In the room across, Nick and Maria were leaning over Vincent's' crib, the both of them smiling. T'Challa had already laid Marcel down, snapping a picture to send to his mother and sister. He put an arm around me and kissed me.

"Are you doing alright Nkosazana?"

You simply nodded, exhausted. "I'll see you guys in the m-morning."

Nick wrapped his arms around you, placing a firm kiss on your lips, "Sleep tight babydoll."

"You too muscles." You winked, before heading back to the room with Lucy and your soldier boys.

You wiggled your way into the middle of them. Steve and Sam wrapped arms around you. Bucky's eyes were open, fixated on the crib. A warm smile and eyes full of love was all you could see.

You snuggled into Steve's chest and promptly fell asleep.

[sxlver-raven]

Nono, you see, it's logical to say character A is in love with character B, even when the setting doesn't allow them to be. And it's also logical for them to only have a close friendship. Both interpretations work, but why does romantic always seem to be the preferred choice?

It has nothing to do with the 'I love you' s vs the 'I'm in love with you' s, it's not even about whether or not there's kissing. With real people, even when you're incredibly close with someone, you can still tell the difference between a platonic and romantic relationship, although that line can often get blurry and hard to see. And yet, how could someone who'd go to hell and back for their friend still see that line so clearly and decide they're not in love with anyone?

It's because they know they aren't attracted to that person in that way. You want to kiss them, you want to tell them you're in love with them, or you don't.

Characters don't have that consciousness. The only thing that guides them is our consciousness and ideas.

Characters are fluid in that way.

But, no, sit down, I'm not done--two things: characters exist within a limited time frame and, oftentimes, romantic relationships are seen as superior to platonic relationships. Bc you only get one soulmate, right? While friendships happen all the time.

Now, I'm not gonna get into whether that should be the status quo, but nonetheless, it's that way for many people, myself included.

And when you see a character being so close with another one--whether it's because they're willing to die for each other, because they trust each other so much more than anyone else, or because they went through traumatizing events together, etc.--then obviously, your mind will guide them to a scenario where they're in love, where they're soulmates, regardless of what the author wanted. You see that special connection and want to differentiate it from all the friendships. "It's more than that. More than friends." And you can't really agree with the story writer bc that character only gets so many chances at having a soulmate. You won't see who character A will meet in 20 years. You won't see it if they miraculously meet their soulmate the day right after the epilogue.

So, you want them to be in that special relationship that's much more than the friendships with the other characters, you can give those characters that because it's not like they'll tell you, "hmm, I don't actually think about kissing B all the time,", and your characters exist within one story, within one limited time frame. Character B might as well be their soulmate, bc as far as anyone knows, there is no one else they could be closer with.

[skullfragments]

in honor of the official 10th anniversary of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, i present to you this very accurate self-portrait i sketched in… (checks notes) 2019, of how i spent the first week of that particular summer break from college

@catws-anniversary

[smollandkindaannoyed]

You ever think about soulmate-mark Stucky AU, about how they would have soulmarks on their arms and they knew they were each others soulmates from a young age. But of course it is WW2 america, we got the time usual homophobia, so they have to hide their soulmarks. Maybe we even got some internalized homophobia on one or both sides. So even though they know they are soulmates, they dont fully act on it.

And then Bucky falls off the train. Steve both loses his best friend and his soulmate in one mission and it is absolutly defestating. And now Steve has to walk around with his soulmark on his arm, has to look at the mark of a relationship that never was and now also never will be. He gets stuck in the ice, gets found and suddenly is in the modern age. Here he has once again have to realise Bucky is gone, has to be with the avangers where some have found each other and where the time typical homophobia is not like WW2 times. He is happy for everyone but also it stays that reminder of what couldn't be.

BUT THEN WE HAVE BUCKY'S POV OF THIS. Bucky who gets found, brainwashed and used. Bucky who also lost his soulmate, who knows he has at first, but slowly his memories get wiped. And to make it even worse his mark is gone, all he has is his new arm with a mark that isn't his. So even if he wanted to remember his soulmate, nothing would be there to remind him of Steve, all he would see is that red star.

So when Steve finds the Winter Soldier he is in shock. His soulmate is alive, he is right in front of him but something is wrong. Bucky doesnt recognize him, the metal arm with a different mark and the fact that Bucky is trying to kill him. Steve got his soulmate back but they don't know that, and now Steve has to do anything to get his friend and soulmate back.

I can't stop thinking about Soulmate-mark Stucky. Like Stucky is already heartbreaking when I think about them for to long but soulmate mark them hits.

[pocket-soulmates]

A commission by @chaos-and-ink for Pop Goes the Weasel. It's my new favorite thing.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Not a request for your picture drop but could I request a little drabble on soulmates? Someone on my timeline reblogged a lot of soulmate fics today and I'm hooked again.

Maybe for Steve or Bucky?

It was the moment the door opened and they’d been cast into the decked out theme, that made them question whether or not they actually wanted to be here. It was the moment the smell of freshly made popcorn hit their noses followed by the shrieks and laughter of kids running as best as they could, that made them wonder if being roped into Stark’s charity event was as accidental as he claimed.

Neither Steve nor Bucky was opposed to being present at these charity events, neither one of them would truly negate the chance to give back however it was working closely with whatever whims Tony Stark had for them that was anxiety inducing.

All he had told the two super soldiers was to arrive exactly at 2pm and show up in their uniforms with their personas on full display. With the two men closely aligned, as being each others soulmates and just missing one third of themselves, they could detect more than most who were without any indicators of who their other half was.

“Its captain America!” A little boy with an oxygen tank being wheeled behind him had scooted toward Steve, and in a single bound had made all hesitations dissipate from the soldiers body.

“Sick kids hospital, didn’t Tony tell you?” Clint had slipped past the two, watching them as they were getting nearly bombarded with kids. “They’re raising money for new beds, new monsters, a new intensive care unit-”

“And the Winter Soldier!” Bucky was tugged forward, caught off balance and nearly stumbled flat on his face as a little girl reached for his arm in wonderment.

“Still wanna leave, punk?” Bucky teased Steve, looking back at one half of his soulmate with questioning gaze that centred entirely on Steve’s daze. “Steve? Ya alright, pal?”

Steve had felt the cusps of full colour slowly radiating into his field of vision, the hues of faint light hitting him with the all too real sense that he was in the same room as their missing piece. The kids around him were eager for attention and he was not one who wanted to disappoint them however he was held captive by a woman talking with Clint.

“Bucky-” Steve spoke his name, his throat and voice cracking as an air of suspense whipped around him and his world became brighter and more Saturday’s.

“Captain America! Captain America!” Kids scrambled to gain his attention as the world around him shifted into a new direction and dimension.

“Holy shit-!” Bucky cursed, coming to stand straight and tall, his eyes likely also becoming overwhelmed with colours that had never yet been see .

“THE WINTER SOLDIER SAID A BAD WORD!” The kids around them chortled, cackling and screaming in glee as Steve and Bucky were completely enraptured by a woman on the other side of the room.

Coney Island indoors, a fair inside for kids who may never have the chance to go. It was a fair to raise money for sick kids, and it was a cause Steve could get fully behind. He was a sickly child once, he was a child who could’ve died any number of times over and over again.

It was a Coney Island theme filled with colours and sensations, and yet all he could focus on was the missing part of himself and Bucky.

“Colours-”

“I never knew the world could be so gorgeous.” Steve inhaled and exhaled slowly, his eyes fixated toward their soulmate who was as equally shocked and in awe.

Steve’s smile was slow to rise, and he had awkwardly raised his hand to wave twice, back and forth to somehow acknowledge their soulmate.

Bucky had watched Steve, eyebrows furrowed and a soft chuckle threatening to spill from his lips. He was equally endeared by Steve’s continued awkwardness and embarrassed.

“It’s her.” Steve mumbled under his breath, falling back into his task at hand when he crouched and started interacting with the kids surrounding him.

He had only ever raised his head when two additional people joined their little space, and then Steve locked onto a gorgeous pair of eyes that stole his breath and his heart.

“Steve,” Clint addressed Steve and Bucky before introducing his friend, his fingers poignantly moving, “this is Y/N, a volunteer for the sick kids hospital. Y/N this is Steve & Bucky.”

Bucky stood from where he was crouching and inhaled sharply, just as captivated as Steve was.

“I lost my hearing when I was 16,” you used sign language to communicate along with your verbal explanation, fingers forming each word despite them not knowing ASL, “I had meningitis. I recovered but…”

You tapped your left and right ear and then shook your hand to signify your ability to only partially hear. It was a message that was received with the weight of the two soldiers finding out you were theirs, another layer to the life-altering news of the day.

“I can talk and I use sign language but-”

“Bucky,” Steve drew his hand between Bucky and himself, “Steve-”

“I think she knows, pal.” Bucky nudged Steve, attempting to save him from further embarrassment, only to falter himself when the sound of your laughter rang in their ears.

[muensterfucker]

No pretty girl had ever arisen any feelings akin to the sheer elation he’d felt when Bucky had crowded him up against the tiled showers in the boys’ locker room of Fort Hamilton High School. When Steve’d had a towel ‘round his waist, and a new, purpling bruise blooming around one eye. When Bucky had leant in close, and whispered in Steve’s left ear, his good one, can’t make it easy on me, can you, Rogers? I’ll always worry ‘bout you, won’t I? When Steve had shoved Bucky back, hands on his chest, a little indignant and a little aroused. When the arousal had predictably won out, and Steve had risked it all, pulling Bucky close by his cheeks and smashing their mouths together. When Bucky had kissed him back. No pretty girl could come close.