Something of Tomorrow

In a world where your soulmate's name appears on your wrist as soon as they are born, Steve's wrist has been blank his whole life. While at first he was just waiting, as time went on and there was still no name he kind of accepted that he wasn't going to have a soulmate. He's hopeful but so broken and lonely, and that's just another layer on why he was so desperate to go to war, there'd be no one to miss him. He's of no use to anyone here, so he wanted to go somewhere where he could really make a difference.

So, it's no surprise that the first thing Steve notices when he wakes up in the 21st Century isn't the game playing on the radio or the not right recovery room, or any of that. It's the fact that his wrist now says Antony Edward Stark in a pretty black cursive.

Originally on Archive Of Our Own but it's just such an adorable Stony fic I had to post it here. All copyright goes to the original author. Link here : http://archiveofourown.org/works/450955?view_full_work=true#main