A/N - Guess who loves soulmate AUs, is sick, and needs something happy?
This girl!
All credit for this idea goes to tumblr, specifically a one shot blog that I don't remember the name of. A soulmate AU where you can hear each other's thoughts, same timeline for Bucky.
Italics are thoughts.
Song: Flaws - Bastille (Live in Paris)
Enjoy!
For a while, you believed you didn't have a soulmate. You were taught from a young age that the other voice in your head was your soulmate, but you only ever heard your own. Of course, you were young, so it didn't really matter at the time.
But in your teens and through your twenties, another voice entered your mind.
It began sporadically, with very concise and mechanical thoughts. But it would disappear for days on end. And every once in a while you would get emotionally-heavy ideas. The weight of murder and torture weighed in their mind constantly. So when you heard those kinds of thoughts, you would try to comfoyrt them.
"Hey, I want you to know it's not your fault. From what it seems like, you're under someone's control." You said, consolingly.
"What the hell was that," the voice responded, flatly.
"Oh sorry, I figured you'd heard me before. I'm (Y/N), your soulmate." You answered.
"Soulmate?" The man asked desperately.
"Yeah, soulmates can hear each other's thoughts. I thought you would have heard mine,"
"I didn't know that existed," he said, questioning his reality, "But you've heard what I've been through."
"Unfortunately, yes. I'm so sorry."
That was the last thing he heard before being wiped again.
----
Every time he started to remember, your voice would come back to him. At first, you would try to ask questions about what was going on with him, but he never knew. All his thoughts were recent, and never truly memories. So, he would usually ask questions.
"Where are you?"
"Well right now, I'm at school. In my second year of college at NYU."
"How is it there?"
"At the school? It's nice, I love it here..."
"No, I mean New York. I have some random memories of it."
"Well, busy, as usual. But the weathers nice right now."
He didn't have any more questions, because he couldn't think of anything else. He was trying to piece together the memories of New York, but it just wasn't working.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" You said.
"Yes,"
"What exactly do you do?"
"I don't know, I'm sent on missions, I kill people, and I return and report it. I train and fight. And then go into cryo freeze when I'm not needed."
"Oh, God." You could feel he wasn't finished.
"I have no control."
----
2014
"Someone called me Bucky today. I don't know who, but I think he knew me."
"Bucky, hm, I think that fits." You tried to make him feel a little better.
