Marvel Imangines

Old Man - B.B

Penelope's POV

People are born with a number on their wrist. This number had a special meaning. This number tell that person how old their soulmate will be when they meet them. But...mine is different. I have two numbers. 

101/29

What the hell does that mean!? Do I have two soulmates!? Ew! He's going to be 100 years old! Or, what else does that mean?

I always got teased by it in school. Other kidswould show me their numbers and they would all be normal. 

15

22

18

I was always jealous of them. I always tried to hide my tattoo with my jacket or make up once I got older.  It was in high school that I just ignored it. I'll die alone. Without romantic love in my life. 

Right now, I was in my favorite coffee shop when two men walked in, both extremely well built. The first one, had short, blonde hair. He was wearing a white T-Shirt and a brown jacket with jeans and shades. His friend had shoulder length, dark brown hair. He wore a red ball cap to cover his face. He wore a red shirt with a black jacket and black gloves. They both ordered their drinks and food and sat down close to me. I got a feeling in my stomach. Something I never felt before. Only when staring at the brunet. He glanced at me, so I looked back at my laptop.

Bucky's POV

That woman over there, she was beautiful with her black hair down in front of her face and her tan skin glowing in the sunlight. I caught myself staring. I looked back at my bagel. I glanced up to see Steve giving me a smug smile. "What?" I ask defensively. 

"I see you staring at her." She answers vaugely. He glances at my flesh hand. 

Oh no. 

"Steve, you know-"

"I know, I know. But, there is still a chance. Destiny knows what its doing. It probably knew about your past before hand and planned your soulmate to be alive at this time!" Steve explain in a enthusiastic whisper. I pulled off my glove and pull down my sleeve to see my number. 

23

I looked over at the fallen angel again. She kept glancing at her wrist too. No! I couldn't have false hope. "You should go talk to her!" Steve said, hitting my arm. I wince and rub my sore spot. I shake my head. 

"I don't want to scare her off." I respond, my gaze to the table. 

"But-"

"No! Steve. I don;t have a soulmate. No one could ever love a monster like me. She's too pretty to be mine." I explain, knocking on my left arm. That's when the barista called our names. Steve stand up and walk over. I pick at my bagel. 

Steve set my drink down but not his. I could see him staring at the woman. Before I could grab his arm, he makes his way over to her. "God dammit, Steve." I mumble, clenching my fists. 

Penelope's POV

I was scrolling through pinterest when the blonde man from earlier sat right in front of me. I look up and smile at him. He gives a sheepish one back. "Look, sorry for intruding on your peaceful morning but I got to ask you, what is the number on your wrist?" He asks. Now, in this world. That counts as a pick up line. I hesitate. 

"Uh, why?" I ask. He chuckles.

 "Because you and my best friend keep eyeing each other. And I want to make sure before I set you two up." He explains with a laugh. I chuckle.

"You would not like my number." I mumble loudly. 

"Let me guess...its 102?" He asked. I look up at him wide eyed and my mouth open. He smiled. 

"I knew it. May I?" He asks, gesturing to my wrist. I nod and hand it to him. He pulls up my sleeve and smiles at the numbers. "How old are you?" He asks. 

"23." I answer. 

"Please, come meet my best friend." He begs, gesturing to him. I nod with a smile and gather my stuff. We both walk over to him. 

"Buck, I told you!" The man said, laughing. Buck, looked up at me in awe. I wave.

 "Hi." I say in a small voice. Buck smiles. 

"Uh, Hi. I'm James. But call me Bucky." He introduces. I sit down next to him while the blonde sits in front of us. 

"I'm Penelope. But you can call me Penny." I introduce. Bucky smiled at me. 

"Oh, I'm Steve by the way." Steve sad, grabbing his drink and leaving. Bucky and I watch him go. 

"Sorry about him. He...is just...a punk." Bucky said, trying to choose his words carefully. I giggle. 

"Its fine." I say, waving it off. I bit my lip before asking the elephant in the room. "Do you mind explaining the numbers?" I ask, showing him my wrist. He gently grabs it and examines it.  

"Uh. I'm truly 102 years old. But I look and feel 29." He explains. Now I was really confused. Buck saw my face. "Um, I was frozen for 70 years. Making my body stay the age I was. I was born in 1917." He explains. I nod in understanding. "Do you know who I am?" Bucky asked, sounding scared. 

"Um. Yeah." I answer. Bucky gimanced. "But I don;t care about that! I know and can see that you are a real human with real feelings just like us. I don't care about your past." I explain, with a smile. I gently placed my hand on his left arm. He sighs and pulls his gloves off, revealing his metal left hand. He also shrugged his jacket, hanging on the back of his chair. 

His metal arm glistened in the sun that was pouring from the huge windows. "You probably are scared now, right?" He said, not looking at me. I roll my eyes. 

"James, we are soulmates. I can't be scared of you even if I was." I say, intertwining our hand together. Bucky looked down in shock, then right into my eyes, still with shock. 

"God, I already love you." He mumbled. I giggled with a shy smile. I glance down at the table. 

"How about dinner, tonight? I'll pay." I offer. Bucky rolled his eyes and chuckled. In the corner of my eye, I could see Steve giving us a thumbs up. 

"I'll pay, like a true gentleman. But dinner sounds great. How about 7? I'll pick you up." Buck says. I smiel and nod. 

Through out the time we talked, we really opened up to each other. Nothing deep or anything. I learned about all his favorites and he mine. I'm so glad that hes my soulmate.