The Century Old Soulmate
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Author(s): Lil Lambie
Warnings: Anger, mentions of blood
Request: (anon) 27/28 with the dialogue, and 3 with the Soulmate: Bucky x Reader? Thank you!
3: Soulmate tattoo of age when they meet
27: “Screw you!”
28: “Oh god are you bleeding?”
A/N: I am soooooo sorry this took so long. I was having trouble making it not sound like crap. I hope after almost four months, it is worth the wait. Love you! Please, enjoy, lovely.
The streets were empty as you ran your hand along the fruit. There was a shine of new rain on the gray bricked streets. You looked down at your arm and laughed at the number. All of your friends had found their soulmate in their early twenties or even as children. Your best friend met hers at three and giggled at the same number as her age on her arm. They got married nineteen years later when they weren’t still sleeping with a night light.
You couldn’t sleep tonight. It wasn’t dark, the sun was beginning set and it cast an orange glow over the foreign market. You picked out an apple and paid the clerk.
“92.” you laughed, taking a bite out of the fresh red apple. “Isn’t that just great?” you were full of envy and jealousy for all of your friends. They were married, they had a family. They had met their soulmate. Just not you. You thought you would probably meet your soulmate in the hospital, just before you died. It’d make for a perfect Nicholas Sparks movie
“Oof!” you fell backwards as you collided with another.
“I am so sorry!” he said. He reached out to you. He wore a worn down red cap, strand of long brown hair hanging out the sides.
He helped you get to your feet. You brushed yourself off. “Thanks.” you said sharply. “Next time, pay attention where you’re walking!”
He laughed and shook his head. “Excuse me, but you were the one staring at your feet. I was just here to buy some produce.”
“Ugh. Who even calls it produce anymore? Where are you from? The forties?” you scoffed.
There was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. “Uh. No.” he looked down at your wrist and laughed. “Wow, 92 huh?” he grinned. “Forgive me, but where is this feeble old man bound to spend the rest of his life with you…” he trailed off. The glimmer returning. You looked past your arm to your face. “Oh sh…”
“What?” you scowled. “Are you done humilating me? Get out of my way!”
“Wait!” he said, jumping in front of you. “My name is Bucky.”
“What does that matter me?” you shouted bitterly.
You bumped into his chest again and nearly fell backward. But to your disdain, he caught you. He let go of you instantly once you were back on your feet. “I’m sorry.”
“What do you want?” you barked.
“Just answer one question for me. How do you envision your soulmate?”
You laughed and shook your head. “Old. Feeble. Wrinkly. Probably breathing his last breath.”
The mysterious man, named Bucky grinned at you. “What about blue eyes, long dark hair, a little scruff,” he laughed rubbing his beard. “And humor?”
“What the hell are you on about? You know what? I don’t care who you are! Screw you!” you shoved him back with surprising strength. He didn’t resist. He fell hard on the pavement. He winced.
“Oh my god!” you gasped, putting a hand over your mouth. “I’m so sorry.” you were suddenly ashamed and embarrassed. A small trickle of bleed dripped from his temple and down his cheek. “You’re bleeding!”
“It’s nothing.” he said, sitting up and holding a hand over his forehead. He tried to stand up but fell backwards. “I’ll just stay here for a moment. Just a little dizzy.”
“Oh my god! Did I give you a concussion?” you reached down and helped him to his feet. He almost fell forward but you stood infront of him. You threw his arm over your back and walked him over to an empty bench.
“Thanks.” he laughed.
“Let me go get you some ice.” you ran off to a clerk and returned shortly after with a dripping clear back of ice and a rag. You pressed the rag and ice against Bucky’s forehead.
He winced at the cold. “I’m so sorry!” you cried.
“It’s nothing.” he smiled.
You sat down next to him and collapsed your head into your hands. “I am so sorry. I was being a total jerk. I just am not having the best day.”
“That makes two of us.” he smirked.
“What was that you were going on about? The whole soulmate thing.”
He pulled the ice pack and rag from his head. “You wouldn’t believe this.” he laughed. He rolled up his jacket sleeve to reveal a large, coiled silver arm with a red star. He quickly put it down.
“Please! Don’t scream!” he whispered loudly. When you didn’t scream he smiled and continued. “I am in fact, ninety two.”
You laughed. “Okay, yeah, you must have hit your head really hard. We need to get you to a hospital.” you pulled on his arm and stood up. He pulled you back down to sit beside him.
“But you aren’t weirded out by my bionic arm?”
“I mean. Yeah…I little. But I guess it’s just a very advanced prosthetic.” you laughed nervously.
“Yeah, maybe just a little.” Bucky laughed. “Technically, I am 26, but I fell off a train, into a river and was frozen for several decades.” he grinned. “I guess you could say it is possible to cryogenically freeze someone. Maybe Walt Disney can come back to life after all.”
“This is crazy. This is absolutely crazy. Maybe I hit my head really hard.”
“No, I can assure you did not. It’s just a little crazy. But really, do you think your real soulmate would be 92-well look like it at least? You could just say I am a very fit elderly person who applied a lot of moisturizer.”
You laughed and smiled.
“If it makes it any less weird.”
“Well, if we are soulmates, then how old is your soulmate supposed to be?”
He grinned with confidence as he rolled up his other sleeve to reveal a 26. “Okay, that’s just a coincidence. There must be someone else who is twenty six. And maybe I am meant to die with a 92 year old. That would make the most sense.”
He smiled and leaned into you. “But is that what you really want?”
“No.” you sighed.
“How about this?” he said, placing a hand on your knee. “We take me to the hospital and make sure I don’t have a concussion. Then, we can just see what happens from there. You can decide whether I’m really 92 or 26.” he smiled. “Deal?”
You laughed and shook his hand. “Deal.”
“Great.” he leaned on the arm of the bench and lifted himself. “Because I’m so dizzy I think I might pass out.”
“Oh, okay. Let’s go.” you laughed.
“Thanks, stranger.” he smiled.
You smiled and said, “Thanks, soulmate.”