A/N: Skye and Bucky AU! I love the idea of soulmate marks. I added my own twist to the idea: Soulmate marks that appear as your soulmate's first words to you…once your soulmate turns 18.

As for why Skye and Bucky? Well…why not! I adore Skye/Daisy and I adore Bucky, and these type of AUs and one-shots are the best ways to explore meet-cutes and little stories.

Kiss Me, Crazy!

Skye had gone in alone to see if there was anything she could salvage.

"Report to me," came May's voice over the earpiece in Skye's ear.

Skye scanned the damage around her and sighed. "Nothing."

"Nothing is salvageable? Try harder, Skye. We need to get this information."

"I know that!" Skye said. "But I can't exactly hack into a computer that looks like it got pounded on by Bruce Banner!"

May sighed, a tight, controlled sound. "Coulson will be disappointed."

"AC—oh, my bad, he's DC now… DC will just have to deal," Skye said.

"I'm fifteen minutes out. Be on your guard."

"I'll be as vigilant as Captain America," Skye joked. May's line went quiet and Skye sighed as she looked around, scratching her rumpled head. SHIELD had fallen four weeks ago and it was still total chaos. Simmons had vanished, gone to visit a sick aunt and hadn't checked in yet. Skye was extremely worried—she missed her genius friend—but Coulson insisted she was okay, so… And Fitz was still weird from his brain damage. He didn't like to be around people these days. Ward was…gone. Skye's chest tightened in anger at the thought of him. I'll kill that lying bastard if I ever see him again, she thought to herself. Coulson seemed like he was barely hanging on these days, staying up all night (Skye had seen the light in his office) and then looking tired and unhealthy in the mornings. He remained tight-lipped, however, about whatever problems he was facing (minus the whole obvious problem of his beloved organization actually being a sleeper cell for Hydra, the neo-Nazi organization. Lovely).

The team had fallen apart just when Skye had finally become one of them.

She bent over a desk and looked at the computer. Its screen had a bullet hole in it. Someone had been trashing Hydra facilities all throughout Europe these days. Not that Skye was complaining…but this person was also destroying Hydra's computers and files. And their team needed that information. Why? "For reasons," Coulson had groaned when Skye pressed him. Skye figured it just never hurt to know what the enemy knew.

"Not much I can hack with this," she mumbled.

She heard a sudden click behind her head and froze, recognizing the sound of a gun's safety being clicked off. She slowly raised her hands to show that she was unarmed and said, "Don't shoot!"

"Turn around," a hoarse male voice commanded.

She slowly turned around to face…a hobo? She squinted at the man, unsure of who she was looking at. He was taller than her and powerfully built, but his face wasn't clean-shaven, he had dark shadows under his eyes, a gaunt look to his face, and long brown hair that hung to his shoulders and looked limp and dead.

Oh, and he had a gun pointed at her.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, never one for keeping her mouth shut.

His eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch and he stared at her, cocking his head ever-so-slightly, before taking a step forward and saying in a low voice, "I should be asking you that question."

Skye froze. The writing wrapping around her left ankle seemed to burn. I should be asking you that question. The words had been there ever since she was born, which had always kind of freaked her out, because the marks always appeared when the soulmate in question turned eighteen. So if she'd been born with her mark…did that mean her soulmate was 18+ years older than her? She'd spent her whole life terrified she was destined to be soulmates with an old creeper.

This guy didn't look a day over 29.

"What kind of moisturizer do you use?" she babbled, trying to remain calm.

His eyebrows knitted and he scowled. "What? Don't try to be funny," he added threateningly.

"I'm not!" she said, shocked. "Well—I am, sort of. But you don't look like you're 18 years older than me. I'm 25, how old are you?"

"I—" He paused, suddenly looking disconcerted by her question. "I'm… Forget this," he suddenly snarled. "You said the name Captain America! Do you know him?"

Skye's eyebrows raised. "Um, yeah. Well, not like know him, know him—not like in a friend sense or a Biblical sense—wow, that was a really weird thing to say to my soulmate, sorry… I mean, I've heard of him. Like pretty much everyone on the planet. Have you not heard of him?"

He was staring at her, looking a bit bewildered by her yammering, and he finally said, "You're insane."

"Debatable," Skye snapped. "Now are you going to keep the gun pointed at your soulmate? Not very nice!"

"My…my soulmate," he repeated, still looking dazed—but he slowly lowered the gun anyway.

"So what's your name?" Skye asked. "I'm Skye No Last Name."

One eyebrow of his raised slightly.

"Don't ask," she sighed. "Foster kid thing."

"My name is…" His voice trailed off. "James…James Buchanan Barnes? Bucky… Bucky Barnes." He sounded a bit unsure of it.

Skye's mouth fell open and her heart seemed to stop. She looked at him weakly and suddenly everything clicked into place: the files she'd hacked from Hydra that had explained that Bucky Barnes had been turned into the Winter Soldier, the Winter Soldier never having been caught after the fiasco in D.C., this man looking like a wandering hobo and demanding to know if she knew Steve Rogers, Hydra facilities getting destroyed by a stranger in the aftermath of SHIELD's fall…

"You're the Winter Soldier," she said faintly. "You're—you're the one they brainwashed and turned into an assassin. You're—oh my god, you're Steve Rogers' best friend!"

His mouth opened but nothing came out.

"You're my soulmate?" she said shrilly. "Oh—my—god! This is crazy! You're crazy! No, wait, I'm crazy! Duh!" She face-palmed herself. "No wonder I was born with my mark! You've been over the age of 18 my whole life, technically! How old are you? I don't mean frozen years, I mean like…years awake."

"I don't know," he said, looking a bit hollow.

She frowned. "Oh…well, we can figure that out. We can go find Steve Rogers for you. We can figure out anything you want. After all, you are my soulmate and I'm with—secret SHIELD." She smiled coyly at him, noticing that he was actually really cute once you got past the destitute look in his eyes.

"What about what you want to do first?" he asked, eyebrows raised slightly.

"I want you to kiss me, crazy!" she said. Then she laughed because she thought she was being funny—until he grabbed her, said, "Whatever you want, then," and swept her off her feet by actually bending her over and kissing her.

Yes, today had been a very crazy day indeed.