This is shrunkyclunks, soulmates AU, rated M for language, sexual situations, canon typical violence, and angst.
*correction to part 1: the photograph that Bucky saw in his textbook was released by Project Rebirth, not Project Insight.
When Bucky is eighteen, he and his parents take a trip to the American council headquarters in DC.
They interview Bucky extensively, probing every little detail. They ask the same question five different ways, trying to trip him up. There are a few rounds of good cop/bad cop, and eventually George Barnes gets so fed up that he stands, takes Winnie’s hand and says, “Come on, son. We’re leaving.”
“George,” Winnie says.
“Dad,” Bucky says.
So George sits back down and the council dial it back some, and the interview goes on.
So I give you a Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU, rated M:
Everyone has a soulmate. Everyone.
Since the counsel has been keeping records, there has been one exception to that rule, and considering the man, no one was very surprised. After all, Captain America, ne Steve Rogers, was the exception to all the rules.
So when he plunged into the Atlantic in a plane loaded with enough explosives to take out the entire Eastern Seaboard, the nation mourned him, but the counsel breathed a sigh of relief. Their perfect record – a soulmate for everyone – was intact.
The loveliest, most wonderful @colorcoated01 asked for: ShrunkyClunks + Accidental Orgasms + Poor Embarrassed Cap Steve + A Very Surprised Bucky (rated M):
“Buck,” Steve says, tighter around Bucky. “Stop that.” They’re in line for the Cyclone, having already crossed the Slingshot and Thunderbolt off the list of major attractions to ride. Bucky’s leaning against Steve, his back to Steve’s chest, and has, for the last few minutes, been subtle rubbing his ass against Steve’s dick.
Which is hard.
Very fucking hard.
“Stop what?” Bucky turns to look at him, eyes wide and full of innocence. It’s almost enough buy it.
“You know what,” he says, putting on his sternest face. He’s wearing a hat and sunglasses, and so far no one’s recognized him, but he doesn’t want to press his luck.
This is for the Nony who sent me that terribly sweet message earlier this week. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of these two idiots, dancing in the rain. (Probably should be rated M, no powers, AU.)
The music from the jukebox is loud, but not overbearing. It’s currently playing classic rock, which Bucky doesn’t mind one bit. He’s got a table in the back, two pints and two shots of Jameson in front of him. He’s just about to pull out his phone to text when he sees Steve make his way to the back of the bar, shaking rain out of his hair and pulling off his coat.
He looks – Jesus he looks good. His hair’s a little bit too long, and he’s shaking drops of rain out of it like a dog. But the wide shoulders are even wider in the navy blue peacoat that he’s wearing, and the color, combined with the dark room, are making Steve’s eyes look dark blue. He’s gorgeous.
GodDAMN this is some good writing.