Marvel x Reader Shorts!

Day 31- Steve Rogers

As a child, Steve never got his flowers. Those winding beautiful patches of ink, blooming into flowers that marked where his soulmate had gotten an injury. After years of convincing himself that his soulmate was just very careful, he ceded to the fact that he just didn't have a soulmate. It hurt, of course, he cried about it for many a night, but eventually he became numb to it. He saw Peggy's flowers, a few growing by her wrist, and a few decorating her knee.
Steve wasn't hurt there. So he resisted her pinings. She had a soulmate of her own. Not him.
So when he woke up from the ice, and a few days later found himself with a large yellow and orange flower tattoo blooming on his face, he had hope. No, more than hope. Certainty.
He woke up a year later with a bouquet dancing across his side. Blood red roses glared up at him from the ink. He knew that it was bad. A few peonies here and there had popped up on knees and cheeks showing small wounds, probably bruises, but this was serious. His soulmate could die from this. He dressed as quickly as possible and went outside. Y/N was out on a mission, they wouldn't be home for another few hours. Maybe it was them. Maybe they were hurt. Steve knew he wouldn't be able to bear that. His worst fears were realized when he found Y/N, collapsed on the road, blood draining from a wound in their side. The side he had his flowers on.
When he carried them inside, his shirt rode up. He noticed his flowers fading. Y/N was dying.