Final Call (An Avengers Soulmark Fanfic)

Come As You Are

A/N: Two new poly Steve/Bucky/FemOC fanfics in a single day? Yes. Final Call takes place first in Captain America The First Avenger, but it does make its way through to modern day, so that is why it is listed under Avengers and not Captain America. Final Call is a soulmark fanfiction though it does have a more complicated take on soul bonds as Persephone (OC) is not human so she does not mate like a human does. Anyway, I think it is much better to just read and develop a sense for what the story is by just reading instead of me poorly explaining it to you (anyone else, like really bad at summarizing their stories? Please tell me I'm not alone lmao.). Anyway, thank you so much for deciding to give it a try and let me know you feelings/opinions below! Enjoy :)

"I don't know, Buck. She's turned you down twice already. Maybe it's time to take the hint?" Steve urged, rolling his shoulders as he forced himself to relax in the worn red booth seat at the neighborhood diner.

Bucky didn't take his advice, but made no move to get up and approach the blonde woman that was perched by herself at the bar.

He had been eyeing her for weeks- "She isn't like the others, Stevie. She could be the one."- but every time he so much as stood next to her she would glance at him with varying expressions of either unimpression or mild irritation or -Steve's personal favorite- sour distaste.

Bucky wouldn't even get the chance to open his mouth before the woman would roll her eyes and reply with a single word- "No."

His soulmate didn't take the rejection to heart though and it was wearing on the blond male. A part of him wished that Bucky would wait a few years till he was already gone to chase their third. Steve had long since made peace with the solemn fact that he wouldn't make it to meet whoever she was.

He palmed her mark on his shoulder through his stiff collared shirt, a motion he had kept up as a habit since before he had even met Bucky, the motion bringing him a sense of calm, a sense of stubborn strength.

Bucky frowned at him when he didn't reply and ran a restless hand through his hair, no doubt sensing Steve's turning mood. Buck had always known what he was feeling and as they had gotten older it had become a game of unspoken conversations between the two of them.

Bucky glanced away toward the bar where the woman sat with her back to them, sipping her coffee occasionally while thumbing the corner of her book's current page.

He glanced back at Steve and a slow smile dawned on his charming features.

"Stevie-"

"No." Steve clipped, sensing the pout that was sure to emerge to get him to grant whatever stupid request the brunet had thought of now.

Sure enough, the pout came out to play- the one that had an effect on everyone they came across, male or female- and Steve felt his resolve falter.

"Ah, come on, Stevie! You got me an in with Martha-"

"Her name was Mary, Buck."

"-you can get me an in with her too!" Bucky continued, unabashed and Steve frowned at him, his brows drawn in irritation.

"What's her name, Buck?"

His soulmate's eyes lit up in victory before being smothered in annoyance.

"I don't know. She doesn't let me say anything and apparently she keeps to herself. No one knows her name."

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before shuffling to his feet and making his way across the diner's floor to the bar.

He slowed as he approached, taking in her occupied profile as he settled himself into the stool beside her.

She wore round wire rimmed glasses that did a poor job of distracting from her eerily perfect features, each feature delicate and unassuming and yet made stunning by her coloring, her skin a milky white, her hair a honey tinted ash blonde, her lips cherry kissed as she nursed her lower lip between her two front teeth- perfectly straight, unsettlingly white. Her hair was tucked back into a braided bun, no strand out of place except for the choppy bangs that hung forward as she stared down at the pages of her book.