Soulmates

Dates

The next day you get ready for your date with Steve and meet him in the kitchen. He made spaghetti for the two of you and sat at the head of the table, you sat on his left. 

There were candles and the lights were dim. You sipped on a glass of wine, and so did Steve. All your favorite kinds of music were playing, you didn't know how Steve knew they were your favorites. 

"Did you make this playlist yourself?" You ask casually. "I did. They're all my favorite songs from the forties, some new music I've gotten into, stuff Bucky likes. Him and I have the same taste in music."

"And women." You say accidentally. He chuckles and nods. "That we do." He says simply. "You have a great taste in music too. These are all amazing songs. My favorites too." You try to change the subject.

Steve respectfully obliges and changes the topic too. "Well you have very good taste in music." He smiles. He stares at you intently with his piercing blue eyes never breaking contact with yours.

A small grin on his face, after a moment, you clear your throat and wipe your face with a napkin and chuckle. "Do I have something on my face?" You ask.

"No. I'm looking at you because you're beautiful." He simply says. You blush wildly and look away from him fiddling with your fork before biting your lip and looking back at him.

You had both finished your dinner but neither wanted to get up. So you slowly sipped your wine, both trying to make the date last. "That's incredibly sweet of you Captain. And you look extremely handsome."

"I wore this shirt for you, ya know?" He says finishing off his wine. "Oh yea? And why is that?" He gets up and starts cleaning up from the dinner, only leaving your wine left on the table.

"I've been told the color brings out my eyes. I wanted to see if you thought so too." You stumble over your words and look at him so confused. "W-you, wait. How did you know-I-"

He cuts off your rambling. "Word travels fast. You came here seeing black and white, now you can see color." You finish your wine and put the glass in the sink and look him in the eyes.

"And it happened when I saw you and Bucky..." You admit. "C-can you see color?" Half of you wanting to know the answer the other half terrified of what would come next if he said yes.

"I could tell you. But you look like you don't want to know the answer." He says finishing cleaning. Everything form the dinner was now put away and he blew out the candled then called for JARVIS to put the lights back to normal. "I-i do want to know." You say.

It wasn't believable at all. You knew it and so did Steve. "No you don't. Not really.  I can tell." He says. "So you're not going to tell me?" Half relieved.

"Go on your date with Bucky tomorrow. Then if you still want to know which one of us can see color, we'll tell you." You nod. "Okay." He stands with his back against the counter staring at you.

You stand a few feet in front of him. Then you have a thought. And it kills you. "Steve, if you're my soulmate, why would you want me to go out with Bucky? Unless you're not and..."

"Don't overthink it y/n. Just trust me." He says pushing of the counter and walking closer to you. He's inches away from your face and you look up at him, your breathe shaky. "I trust you."

And you did. It was impossible to know why because you had literally just met him. It was your first date. But you did trust him. He moves closer to you and tucks a hair behind your ear, you lean into his touch.

He slowly presses his lips softly against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet. It was gentle and caring. It was everything you needed and more. It was passionate but short. He pulled away and smiled. "Goodnight y/n."

"Goodnight Captain." You whisper with a smile across your lips.

*

Your date with Bucky the next night, he takes you to the bar in the compound. "You and Steve can really take in alcohol." It was partially a joke, but not. He was on his eight beer and you had only drank a third of your beer.

"It's the serum." He says. "Basically makes us immune to the effect of alcohol. Which means no hangovers, which is good. But when we really  want to get drunk, we can't. Which sucks."

"I'm such a lightweight." You chuckle. "I never drink. I've drank more this week than I have in my whole life. And I promise you, that is not an exaggeration." His jaw drops and he looks guilty.

"I'm sorry. You could have told me that. I would have taken you to dinner instead." He says so genuinely and sweet. Like he truly cares. And he does. "You can take me to dinner next time." You say unintentionally. "Next time?" He says with a smile.

You play it cool, like you didn't just blurt it, like it was your plan to say it all along. "You do plan on taking me on a second date, don't you Sergeant?" He smiles.

"Of course I plan on it. But I'm the one who's supposed to be asking you doll." He chuckles. "This isn't the forties anymore 'doll'." You mock his nickname for you. "I can ask you on a date if I wish to."

"Fair enough." He says. "Now, speaking fo asking." You start. He knows what you're going to ask and rolls his eyes. "I believe you and the Captain owe me an answer."

He sits there drinking his beer and completely ignores you. You scoff and laugh at his attempt. "Sergeant Barnes. Are you ignoring me?"

"Trying too." He laughs, avoiding eye contact with you. "Fine." You stare at him intently. Your eyes piercing through his soul and he finally looks at you. He stares back for a moment before questioning you. 

"What're you going?" You continue to stare. "I'm reading your mind." You say seriously. "Please don't." He's half smiling, half serious. "Why not? Are you my soulmate Sergeant?"

"Come here doll." He says. You get up from the bar stool and so does he, you move towards him and he leans in and kisses you softly. Unlike Steve, he deepens the kiss. He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and you let him in.

Your tongues fight for dominance in one another mouths before he pulls away, leaving you breathless and speechless. "Now do you really wanna know which one it is and ruin what we've started?"

"I can't date you both Bucky." You say. He smiles at your use of his nickname. Bucky. "You can. But you don't have to."

"Does Steve know you're asking me?" Bucky lies. "Of course." Bucky had not discussed this with Steve, but you didn't need to know that. because Bucky would convince him, after convincing you.

"I share everything with Steve." He continues." Not a lie. "Why not a women?" For so many reasons. There were so many reasons why not. But you said..."Can I think about it?"

"Of course you can." He says. "You both know who my soulmate is Bucky...so whichever one of you it isn't, may end up getting hurt. I don't want that." He tilts his head genuinely confused.

He knows what you don't. But he can't tell you. Not yet, not without Steve. So he plays dumb. "Now how would we get hurt?" 

You answer seriously. This was serious. You didn't want to hurt them. You barely knew them yet cared for them so deeply already. And even more after the dates and the kisses.

"Whoever isn't my soulmate will always know that they aren't. That'll hurt one of you. Thats the last thing I want. I don't want to hurt you."

You mean more than just their feelings. You don't want to hurt them. "I promise you neither of us will get hurt."

 Bucky says. He genuinely believes it. Why does he have so much faith that neither of them would get hurt? "You can't promise that." You said breathily. "Are you willing to give this a shot y/n?" 

"Yes."