Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

24 Hours Starts It All

Summary: When the younger of the two soulmates turns twenty-one, the two of them switch bodies. When you wake up on the morning of your twenty-first birthday, nothing feels right. You try your hardest not to freak out and pretend everything is normal. It's a long twenty-four hours, but an even longer few weeks after.

Warnings: language, 

Length: 4.5k

Notes: stay tuned at the bottom to read a sneak of my newest Marvel fic! 

Ever since you were little, you were counting down the days to your twenty-first birthday. You hoped you were younger than your soulmate. You wanted it to happen on your birthday, just so you could be prepared for when it did happen. 

But when you woke up on your twenty-first birthday, you weren't prepared for what you saw. 

You weren't in your room. In fact, you didn't even know where you were. You sat up. 

Where were your pajama pants, and why were you only wearing boxers?

You scrambled to look for a calendar. Sure enough, today was your twenty-first birthday. You rushed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You froze. 

You stared at your reflection. A male face started back at you, and so did an arm of silver. 

"It has to be a joke." You blurted. 

You dashed to the dresser and grabbed out a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. You were in desperate need of an ice cold shower. 

I wonder....no.

Would it be rude to shower? Considering you'd have to see your soulmate naked, a shower probably wasn't the best idea. 

You got dressed and walked out of the bedroom. 

"Morning." 

You looked up. "Hey." You said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Steve Rogers stood near you. 

Okay, play it cool. He's supposed to be your best friend. Act normal.

You grabbed down a cup and began to make a pot of coffee. 

"You feeling okay?" Steve asked. 

"Yeah. Why?" You looked at him.

"Um, you never drink coffee." 

"Yeah. I'm fine." You poured a cup and drank it straight.

"You're acting an awful lot like Tony. He's the only one who drinks black coffee. Are you sure you're okay?" 

"I'm alright." You set the empty mug down. "I promise. I just had a weird dream last night." 

"Another nightmare?" 

"No, no, not a nightmare. Just some fucked up dream." You answered. 

Nightmares? You frowned. I guess that makes sense. He was held captive for seventy years against his will.

Steve's phone rang. He answered it. 

You lingered around and listened. The voice on the other end sounded like you. 

"Woah woah woah, hang on, hang on, you're what? No no, that can't be right. I swear you're- wait, you're where? But you're literally right here! Okay, give me like five minutes. I'll call you right back. Okay, bye." 

Steve put his phone down and looked at you. "Okay, who are you?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled.