Bucky Barnes

He wants to love you. More than anything, Bucky wishes he could, but you are a reminder of everything he had lost. Your name was once written on the arm he lost. His soulmate had been born in this century; Everything that happened was meant to be. It all led to you. He hates it. "Are you sure you want this?" He asks, fingers tracing his name on your wrist. Love me it is not said. He wants you to say no. It will be easier for both of you. He was silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to the wall. Trying to organize his thoughts and control his emotions. But with you right there, looking at him so patiently, he couldn't hold out any longer. Bucky pulled you closer before looking at you again. His eyes intense as his brass knuckles caressed your cheek in such a tender gesture. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" He snapped, but there was no bite in his words.

Bucky laughed at that, a soft sound leaving his lips. Your hand resting on the mark only made something inside him soften even more than he thought possible. "You are not afraid?" He asked, his eyes holding something akin to amazement. "You and your destiny and your destiny are shit." He was silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to the wall. Trying to organize his thoughts and control his emotions. But with you right there, looking at him so patiently, he couldn't hold out any longer. Bucky pulled you closer before looking at you again. His eyes intense as his metal knuckles caressed your cheek in such a tender gesture. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" He snapped, but there was no bite in his words, he was your soulmate, your destined one, even a Siberian from another time, he couldn't just let you go, you were the only thing that truly belonged to him*