AN: So guys I came across this while reading a fanfiction on Archive of Our Own called Broken Pieces by Cuinawen.

It's called a Soulmate Trope and I've never heard of it before, but I found it interesting enough to try my hand at it. This soulmate trope will be based on 'first words' which is basically the very first words said by your soulmate.

Also, I just got done watching The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and after spending six episodes drooling over Sam and Bucky, I had to do it.

Side note: I will not be specific here in terms of the events of TFATWS because I do not want to spoil it for anyone.

Enjoy.

Navsegda Moya

Summary: After the showdown with the Flag Smashers, Bucky meets a young woman with car trouble.

Bella sighed lifting her hood, coughing at the smoke that erupted. "Jesus," She waited until it cleared, letting out a small groan. Her truck had lasted her since high school, so it was a surprise to see it finally kick out on her. The last few months in general were just a surprise.

When the blip took out half of the universe, Bella's friends and closest family members were erased, and for five years, she could only rely on herself. Now, her parents were trying to get reacquainted with the world, and it was a big mind fuck for her as much as it was for them.

She shined her flashlight, catching the semi-neat scrawling on her wrist. Those six words were like a mantra to her, and over the past five years, she would look to those words, wondering if she'd ever find the person that's supposed to say them. She often wondered if that person has disappeared during the blip, or were they alone somewhere, like her?

She learned though, that not everyone had words permanently etched across their body, but many did. Since she learned how to read, she knew those words like the back of her hand. Growing up, Renee and Charlie were quite frightened at what it meant, but as they grew apart and as Bella was shared over the summers and holidays, they realized that they didn't want her to have a life like theirs.

They wanted her to be happy.

Bella pulled out her cell, cursing at the NO SERVICE blinking across the top of the screen. She sighed heavily, and went into the cab of her truck, grabbing a crowbar. She used it to help prop up the hood, trying to remember all that Jake had taught her. He was one of the people that was erased. When he returned, she was long gone and living life to the best of her ability.

It was too dark to really see, and she reached her hand inside, snapping it back with a hiss. "Shit," She pulled her finger into her mouth, soothing the burn for the moment. The Washington D.C. air was cold as it nipped at her skin, and she was thankful she dressed appropriately, although the biting wind made her face tingle.

She looked up as she heard a roaring engine, her eyes narrowing as she saw a headlight in the distance. The roaring was almost deafening as a motorcycle pulled up a few feet behind her truck. The light blinded her for a moment, and she raised her hand to shield her eyes, the headlight dimming as its driver got off. Bella squinted her eyes at the tall figure dressed in all black, a black helmet blocking their face.

She cautiously watched as the person lifted off the helmet, sitting it on their bike. She picked up the flashlight, shining it in their direction. She realized it was a man, one that she would later say was the sexiest man she'd seen in all her life. He stepped forward cautiously, and Bella grabbed the crowbar in her hand, taking a step back from her truck.

The man held his hands up, stopping in his tracks. "Easy, I just want to help," He stated, pointing towards her truck. Bella snorted. "Right, you could be a serial killer for all I know," She froze at that moment, her eyes going down to her wrist, reading the words she knew by heart as if to confirm what she knew to be true.

Her eyes snapped back up, and she put the crowbar down. The man walked closer to her; this time surer of his movement. "Can I?" He asked, and Bella moved to the side, holding the flashlight so that he could see. She stared at his face, wondering why he looked so familiar.

She looked down at his hands as he fiddled with a few things around the engine. Her eyes widened at the metallic hand, and the pieces started to flow together. She had just seen him on the news.

"How old is this thing? I'm surprised it hadn't died already. Hey, are you alright?" Bella blinked rapidly, looking back at his face to meet his blue eyes. "Huh? Yeah, sorry, I just, it's you. I never thought I'd ever find you, or you find me rather. I always thought that whoever said these words, he and I would never meet, you know? The whole blip and everyone disappearing and reappearing…I'm rambling, aren't I?"

She chuckled, feeling a blush, but her face was too numb to the cold to actually feel the heat in her cheeks. The man chuckled, roaming his eyes over her face. "A little," They met eyes, and Bella's lips turned up in a smile.

"Do-over?" She asked. The man laughed and leaned up from under the hood, towering over her. Bella held out her hand, and their hands touched making a tingle run down her spine. "Bella," She introduced. "Bucky, but I think you already knew that," Bella nodded, not wanting to let his hand go.

"So, the synopsis? Is it dead?" Bucky looked back towards her truck, pursing his lips. "Yeah, and I don't think it can be revived. Where are you headed?" Bella bit her lip, looking at the darkening road ahead. "Honestly? I don't know. I was just driving until I found a place to stop,"

Bucky frowned. He couldn't just leave the woman destined for him on the side of the road, but then again, he barely had a place to call 'home'. His barely full apartment bare aside from the bed and television.

"Well, I don't have much, but it's better than out here. How about I grab your things, send a tow in the morning to get it?" Bella frowned at the 'death' of her truck but sighed. "Well, I guess this is it, um yeah, I have a duffle on the seat," She grabbed the flashlight and the crowbar, letting the hood close.

Bucky was waiting beside the truck with her bag in hand. "This is it?" He asked, and Bella nodded, following him to his motorcycle. He strapped her duffle around him, and got on, waiting for her. With ease she slid behind him, molding into him like a puzzle piece. He handed her the helmet, clasped it on, hearing his muffled command to hold on. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning against his back, tightening her arms as he pulled off.

They weaved down the darkening streets of D.C. and toward the city of his apartment. It was almost an hour later when they arrived, and Bucky helped her with her things leading her up the two flights of stairs.

He opened his apartment door, rubbing the back of his neck as flipped on the light. "Sorry, there really isn't anything here," Bella waved him off with a smile. "It's a bit empty I agree, but it's better than out there like you said," He showed her the bathroom, and the kitchen, which was all pretty straightforward.

Bella took a shower, feeling an odd sense of completion. While she showered, Bucky ordered takeout, tidying up what was there to actually clean off. As he walked past his mattress, he accidentally kicked over her duffle, some of her clothes spilling out. He bent down to put the bag, but he stopped eyeing the stacks of cash underneath.

He frowned but put her clothes back as he could hear her getting dressed. A few minutes later, she stepped back out, her wet hair pulled into a bun, dressed in a pair of sweats and an overly large t-shirt. "Thanks. Water's still warm," She smiled. He couldn't help but return it, finding that she was even more pretty in the light. She had dark brown eyes that he could get lost in forever if possible.

She was a good 9 inches shorter than he was, with long brown hair that he could imagine running his fingers through or wrapping around his hand. He blinked, minutely shaking his head from the more inappropriate thoughts.

"Sounds good. I ordered Chinese if that's okay?" She beamed at him, going to sit down on the mattress. "Perfect," Bucky chuckled before coming to sit next to her. "I uh, I accidentally knocked over your bag. Are you in trouble Bella? That's a lot of cash you've got there,"

Bella frowned, looking away from his intense gaze. "After the blip, when everyone was gone, everything changed. The world stopped turning, and for five years nobody knew if their loved ones were coming back. I thought my family and friends were dead or unreachable. Months before everyone came back, I had finally resigned to the fact that my family and friends were dead, and I'd never see them again. Then…there they were, alive…and real. I could touch them, but it wasn't enough. I was 21 when they disappeared, now I'm about to be 27. It blows their mind, and they can't grasp it. I'm not running from anything dangerous. I guess I'm just running from reality," She finally looked back at him, a frown on her face.

"I know it takes some adjustment. I was one of the people that disappeared. Everything is….very different. Things are drastically changing in the world, and I don't think it will ever be the same. I'm not good at advice, but I will tell you this, don't run from it. It'll just hold you back,"

They stared at each other for a long moment, their trace broken by a knock on the door. "Delivery!" Bella blushed as Bucky stood up, going to retrieve the food.

As they ate, the two talked, talking about their childhood. Bella listened with intent as Bucky told his story from the very beginning leaving nothing out, all his good and bad, his time as the Winter Soldier under HYDRA's control, and trying to atone for the people he wronged. She smiled as he talked about Steve, a smile on his own face. In turn, Bella told him about her life with divorced parents, her brief encounter with a family of vampires that had resided in Forks during her high school years. Bucky was kind of surprised that these so-called vampires existed, but superheroes are real, so there could be anything on this earth he's never heard of.

Their first night was awkward as they tried to find a sleeping arrangement that worked without crossing their personal space. Day 2 consisted of a similar routine that took place the previous day. They got to know each other a bit more, and Bucky told her as many stories as he could remember, Bella's fascination with them making him smile.

They towed her truck to his place, and Bucky promised to work on it once he had the chance. Bella had called both her parents and told them that she was alright and that she met her soulmate. They wanted to meet him of course, and as Bella promised she'd make that happen, she also vowed to help them get back on track, feeling lousy that she just up and left. She then dismissed that thought when Bucky had walked into the room, water droplets running down his bare chest.

If she didn't leave, she'd probably have never met him. She then noticed her own familiar handwriting across his right side, a fond smile on her face as they met eyes.

As they laid once again the second night, this time with Bella snoring softly, her head on his chest, Bucky turned his gaze to the television. He sighed, looking down at the sleeping beauty next to him.

He ran his fingers through her silky locks, leaning down to kiss her head.

"Navsegda Moya," Slipped past his lips, the Russian still in him strong.

He had something to fight for now.

He never felt like he belonged, not even when he was fixed by Shuri. Now though, he could finally say that he was home.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it. I used google translate and Navsegda Moya means "Forever Mine".