The following promp was given to me by LostInThought on my A03:
"How about a Darcy/Bucky fic with Darcy's words on him twice once as Bucky Barnes and another time as his Winter Solider persona same for her but she thinks it will be two different people because the writing is slightly different. If it could feature protective!Avengers I would love it."
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Chapter One
The Reality of a Former Dreamer
At 13 years old Darcy was a romantic dreamer. She imagined both of her soulmates as the perfect pieces that completed her. The three parts of an equilateral triangle, all of them necessary and giving the same amount of support as the others.
She sometimes imagined a handsome wealthy blonde man or a beautiful green-eyed woman; the sex and features however did not matter to Darcy, she just saw two faceless androgynous people holding her hands whenever she pictured future events.
They were the three sides of a triangle together, never to be altered or separated from each other.
In Darcy's imaginary future world everything was perfect.
She was the first female president and had two extremely successful and attractive soulmates. Darcy was envied everyone, especially by stupid Valerie Reynolds who found her older soulmate ('was that a medium or small?') last year in a McDonalds and held it over everybody else.
Darcy would never find her soulmate in such a pedestrian place.
Yes, everything was perfect for her; all she needed was to find the other two sides of the triangle.
She wanted to meet 'ебать you aren't supposed to be here кукла' first. She felt they would be the most interesting, since they were obviously Russian and Darcy was clearly doing something awesome in a place that she wasn't supposed to be. She was a rebel.
She was planning a trip to Russia for her 16th Birthday; she hoped to meet him then (she assumed it was a him due to the sharp masculine handwriting that turned jagged at the end). In preparation for her soulmate she had learned Russian and was by now fluent.
She wondered what she did to make him curse and call her 'doll,' she hoped she had bigger breasts by then and that is what he said 'fuck' to.
She was maturing later than her classmates also a reason to hate Valerie since she had her breasts first. Darcy was a tiny A-cup with too big lips for her face (but she hoped to end up growing into them like Angelina Jolie did since her lips looked too big at 13 too).
She imagined herself big breasted with lips as red as any golden age actress, and a sharp wit with soulmates to match.
"Darcy?" her mom said suddenly.
She sighed as she exited her dream future and faced cold reality.
"Keep up, or you are going to get lost and separated from the group."
"Maybe that's what I want," angsty teenage Darcy muttered under her breath.
"No, you don't." Mom snapped. "They are preparing for the visit of foreign dignitaries that are set to arrive at any minute, if you go into a place you're not supposed to you could end up arrested under suspicious charges. They don't joke around with the safety of important officials."
"What. Ever." Darcy rolled her eyes.
Mom gave a long-suffering sigh and went to the front of the group to listen to the tour guide. Darcy looked around, the Smithsonian was everything she imagined it would be big and filled to the brim with interesting things. She just hated being here with a group, she wanted to be able to explore for herself without idiots to slow her down.
Darcy was going to be a part of politics at some point in the future, of course she knew that there was going to be a ball held at the Smithsonian today to commemorate the opening of a new Captain America memorial. It had never before seen clips and archival evidence of his fight against the Nazi's.
She also knew that there were several guests on the list for the ball that raised quite a few brows due to their suspected ties to Neo Nazi's. There were also several anti-Russia politicians that caused their own buzz due to their strict visa proposals that looked set to pass if brought to congress.
She wandered away from the group on purpose. If her mom had said nothing then Darcy would have just followed the group, but now Darcy just had to piss off her mom. It was in the angsty teenage daughter code.
She saw the red velvet rope that block of the giant door that held the never before seen to the public, Captain America Exhibit. Darcy looked towards her watch and saw that it was still a few more hours until the event would start it wouldn't hurt anyone if she just peeked.
She ducked under the rope, softly opened the door, and slipped in silently.
She was looking around in awe, that was the original captain America suit prototype, that was a signed picture, and on the far side, dominating the wall was a huge picture of Captain America and Bucky Barnes with the Howling Commandos.
It looked to be candid. They were all covered in unbelievable amount of dirt and sweat; it was nearly impossible to tell individual features much less tell who was who. There was another one next to it with with only the Commandos, it was much clearer and clearly was posed.
She wandered through the entire exhibit and had noticed a cat walk above and wanted to see the full scope of the exhibit before it was filled with people from the ballroom next door. She had noticed an employee entrance and before she went in looked around to make sure she had disturbed nothing.
She had spent almost an hour wandering the exhibit already. She looked from the catwalk down into the room; no one was in the ballroom except some of the event organizers so it was unlikely she would be noticed, but she still walked silently.
She moved towards the part that would show the exhibit at its best.
Darcy was so focused on the view that she didn't notice the black clad figure crouching on the floor.
Before she could stop herself Darcy said, "Ouch! What is wrong with you? Do you often creepily crouch in unusual places?"
"ебать you aren't supposed to be here кукла" At those words Darcy froze.
She looked closely at the man that was her soul mate and stuttered, "You..I. I have ..those words… Ankle." She finally blurted out. "I think you're my soulmate."
The man stilled ominously and finally turned to face her. She couldn't see his face since the mask covered it and the rest of him was covered in black leather. He looked like a stereotypical super villain. The only thing that was off was the glint of metal that came from one of his hands.
He hissed, "I have no soul. Go away маленькая девочка."
Darcy could feel her heart breaking, Little girl, he called her little girl and told her to pretty much get lost. Her soulmate. She stumbled towards the stairs and blindly made her way to the streets crying.
She felt as if her perfect life was ruined as she caught a cab to her hotel.
Her soulmate wanted nothing to do with her. She hoped that 'Have we met before?' would be better.
The equilateral triangle was no more. One side refused to hold up the other two.
0o.o0o.o0
Darcy was no longer a little girl with hopeless dreams. She was now an adult who had had no idea what to do with her life once her soulmate destroyed those dreams.
'Have we met before, Doll?' was still a no show and now that Darcy was older she didn't imagine a beautiful stranger saying that because they felt an undeniable connection. She now saw some douche-y loser giving a stupid pick up line.
She had switched her major 3 times and in the end still went with the major that she planned on using to catapult her to the presidential campaign. Political Science.
She still chuckled darkly about it. Everything ended up falling perfectly into her childhood plan thus far. She was a busty, quick witted, red-lipped vixen with a degree in Political Science.
The only thing that was missing was both her soulmates in order for her childhood dreams to be fulfilled. She had tried so hard to forget those dreams, but they ended up becoming a partial reality.
She ended up taking the internship with Dr. Jane Foster in New Mexico to get her 6 science credits and ended up never looking back. She was still with Jane, Eric, and Thor. Only now they were moving into the Avengers (Stark) Tower. Thor wanted all of his friends nearby while he protected the Earth (Midgard to him).
She was fine with this, free housing with a Billionaire and she got paid with dental and everything! She didn't even have to get Thor to threaten them with Mew Mew in order to give it to her.
Darcy had just finished bringing up a large box of papers, pursed her bright red lips and said, "I don't know why I'm carrying this stuff, we are in Stark Tower, shouldn't Stark have muscle bound lackeys for this?"
"Sir would like to say that he is on his was with two "lackeys" for you Miss Lewis."
Jarvis answered her rhetorical question. Cool! No more heavy lifting for Darcy! I'm a much better delegator and supervisor anyway. She thought.
She sat down and took out her new iPod since Coulson still had her old one (apparently he took it with him to wherever he went when he 'died' and was now too 'fond' of it to give back – jerk).
"Worry not I am here! And I brought unskilled laborers with me!"
"Hey!" "Oi!" Darcy heard two different voices yell.
She looked up from her iPod and was face to patriotic face with Captain America.
She could only look so long at the face of American Justice so she moved to look at the man standing next to him. That man had nicely cut hair that was parted to the side like Captain Rodgers, he would have seemed like an ordinary man if something hadn't caught her attention.
It was a metal arm. It was Bucky Barnes, aka the Winter Soldier, aka her soulmate.
Darcy saw the news like everyone else so she eventually found out that her soulmate ('Metal Arm' she called him) was a KGB assassin called The Winter Soldier. Then a few days later the news broke that he was really a brainwashed captured hero that was thought to be dead from World War II.
Bucky Barnes, Captain America's best friend.
When she saw the news that he had been brainwashed and reprogrammed she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She thought she had it bad when he rejected her, but what else could he do? she realized. He was an assassin who would be put on ice after each mission and brain wiped.
His rejecting her was the best thing he could do for her at the time.
She didn't blame him for hurting her anymore. She didn't know if he remembered her, but she wanted to see if they could become friends. But Darcy hadn't been expecting to see him so soon; she wanted to work up to meeting him.
She walked up to him and awkwardly rubbed her arm and said, "Hi, its nice to see you looking less like a homeless supervillan."
Captain Rogers laughed and said, "Looks like you met your soulmate Buck!"
Metal arm looked shocked, happy, and then confused and said, "Have we met before, Doll?"
Darcy noticed it then and froze, "No." She shook her head, "Its not supposed to be you again, it's impossible! Its never happened before!"
Stark had slowly backed out by then and Rogers' expression changed from excitement to confusion.
"What are you talking about Miss?" He said in his 'Captain Voice.'
Darcy however was preoccupied with her thoughts.
The handwriting on her back was the complete opposite of the one on her ankle. The one on her ankle was sharp and harsh ankles while the one on her back was flowing and elegant, it reminded her of her Grandma's handwriting back when they still taught beautiful calligraphy-like cursive in schools.
Before she saw the news and knew the truth about him she never wanted to meet Metal Arm again. Darcy got a Taser as soon as she could because of him. She feared him after she found out about the assassination of the main proponent to an Anti-Russian Visa proposal in the ballroom of the Smithsonian.
Without him the Bill feel to the wayside, but no one could pin anything on the Russians, who denied any involvement.
Darcy recognized the description from the breaking news she was flipping through in her hotel room forlornly the day after she met him. She didn't do anything or tell anyone, but she still feared that he would attempt to find her to make sure she would never blab.
"Miss!" The stern voice said sharply.
"I've met him before. It was a little bit before he assassinated Senator Smith. Well I guess it was the Winter Soldier who did it, not you." She answered shocked, still lost in her thoughts. "He called me Doll then too" she noted absentmindedly.
Bucky turned around and took off his shirt. Damn nice back, she thought as his muscles rippled with the movement of him pulling at the shirt. Every movement was defined and she barely noticed when he said, "Is that you?"
'Ouch! What is wrong with you? Do you often creepily crouch in unusual places?' was curved waving from side to side as if wrapping around his spine on the top of his skin.
She pulled up her leg on a nearby chair to show him his old words on her ankle twisting like a manacle. She was suddenly happy she wore her seamed stockings and red heels when he looked awed and ran his fingers over the seam before tracing the words.
"That's my handwriting when I was the Winter Soldier, they trained me to write in the quickly and efficiently in Russian" He caressed the last word, "I called you doll."
Steve walked up and placed his hand on Bucky's shoulder and said, "Its nice to know they didn't completely brainwash you, you still managed to flirt with a beautiful dame."
Darcy interjected teasingly, "I was 13."
Bucky groaned and Steve laughed, "You liked 'em young Buck!"
Darcy got serious, this was nice but it didn't explain how both of her soulmates were the same person, " This is nice and all but can we figure out how I have two different handwritings with two different meetings for the same soul mate."
They sobered and Bucky said, "I have the same, the handwriting was different but now that I know how old you were that could be attributed to your handwriting maturing after 10 years."
He showed her the 'Hi, its nice to see you looking less like a homeless supervillan.' written in her current handwriting that was running across his hip.
She reciprocated and pulled her sweater up enough to show the small of her back that said, 'Have we met before Doll?' in his normal handwriting.
Darcy nods, "That explains the handwriting but that doesn't explain why we have two meetings."
Steve seemed pensive, "Maybe its because when Bucky first met you he was The Winter Soldier instead of just Bucky like now. Maybe he was different enough that whatever makes soulmates considered each meeting the first time."
Both Darcy and Bucky thought about that and she said, "That makes a lot of sense," she turned to Bucky and stuck out her hand, "I'm Darcy Lewis your double soulmate."
He took her hand, "Nice to meet ya Doll-face."
Darcy never got her triangle, but she got two chances with her perfect soulmate. She was happy with out any shape metaphors for her strange relationship with both the carefree Bucky and the tortured Winter Soldier.
She also just loved kissing him.
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