Tale As Old As Time

by writersarereaders

(Soulmates) Steve and Bucky had their lives cut short in 1945 before they could find their missing Soulmate. Killiana is a modern-day girl who never felt like she belonged anywhere, often shunned for her multiple soul marks. Will she finally find her happily ever after with a couple of heroes from a time gone by? Or will alien invasions and government conspiracies keep them apart?

1. Chapter 1

Tale As Old As Time

Chapter 1: 1943

"Buck?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm."

"Bucky?"

"Punk, if you don't shut up…"

"Do you think we'll find her over here?"

Bucky sighed and turned on his side. They were a few miles out from the scout station of the 107th's base, and after having trekked at least 25 miles that day, Steve now decided he wanted to have a heart to heart. It wasn't like they had just escaped Hydra's clutches by the skin of their teeth or anything.

"What are you talking about?"

Steve played with his fingers.

Bucky groaned. "Now you have nothing to say?"

"No, it's just – "

"Steve, go to sleep," Bucky said as he rolled onto his other side.

Steve glanced over at his best guy. "You never thought about it?"

"Goodnight."

"Not even once?"

A loud fake snore answered his question.

Steve sighed and folded his arms behind his head. Looking up at the clear night sky, he couldn't help but wonder about the third and final piece of their triad. He wondered about what she'd look like, what she'd like to do. Would she be tall and thin, short and curvy? Would her eyes be as bright as morning sky or dark as an eclipse? Would she love them? Would she love him? Was she even a she?

Steve took a deep breath, still getting used to his new body. Yes, he was muscular and "handsome" now, but he still felt like that little guy from Brooklyn. He'd caught Bucky eying him with an odd look on his face more than a few times on the march back. Steve hoped Bucky liked the new version of him. Bucky wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. He could take care of himself now.

Closing his eyes, Steve tried to calm his racing thoughts long enough to catch a few hours of sleep before the dawn. Just as he started to drift off, Bucky spoke.

"I prayed that she isn't."

"What?" Steve asked opening his eyes.

"I said I prayed that our girl ain't here."

"Why?"

"'Cause it makes this damn war worth it if we get to go back home to her. She don't deserve to be here. Too good for this mess."

"Buck, we've lived in Brooklyn our whole lives. Ain't never seen her around."

"Then we'll travel across the fucking country until we find her."

"What if it's not a her?"

"She's out there. Just waiting for us to get off our asses."

"You sound sure."

"S'gonna take a strong, stubborn woman to deal with our sorry selves."

"Jerk."

"Punk."

"I thought you were sleeping."

"I am."

Steve smiled to himself and closed his eyes again, sending a silent prayer to join Bucky's, begging for some higher power to protect their girl until they could come home to her.