New chapter probably tomorrow. Also, I updated the ending for the last chapter so it was less cheesy. This isn't the conflict of the story, I just think every relationship doesn't start perfect. Hope you like it, constructive criticism appreciated as well! -L

Bucky POV

"Can we leave now? It smells like…" He sniffed dramatically, "disinfectant."

After the fight, Steve had pulled him into a supply closet, saying he wanted to "talk". Then, he had gone on to lecture him about the fact that "because he had soulmates, he couldn't go around getting into fights." Bucky had rolled his eyes and agreed with Steve, knowing that he most likely would sleep in the closet if he tried to argue.

"Buck?" Steve's deep voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Do you need another shirt?" Bucky looked at Steve questioningly before glancing at his arm.

"Oh shit." He hadn't realized that his sleeve was ripped, and he didn't think Skye had seen that part of him yet.

"Langu- "

"Don't even go there." Bucky threatened, glaring at his soulmate. "To answer your question, yes, I am going to need a new shirt."

Steve put his hand on the doorknob, turning it, before looking back. "After you get the shirt, we apologize to Dr. Banner, ok?" He looked at Bucky like he was a child that had refused to share with someone. Bucky nodded, hurriedly.

So, they made their way up the elevator, and into their shared apartment, to the dresser, with everything quiet. Too quiet, for Bucky's taste.

Ignoring his worries, he pulled the old shirt off his head and threw it behind him, not caring where it landed.

He reached inside the wooden drawer, searching for the long sleeve navy one that Steve had recommended (apparently Navy was Skye's favorite color), and taking it out. Bucky pulled it over his head, carefully tugging the fabric over the different ridges on his arm. Once he had finished, and the shirt was comfortably hanging off his body, he walked back into the living room where Steve had been waiting.

"Ready, Buck?" He looked at Bucky with a smile.

"Is this the one you were talking about?" Bucky asked, referring to his shirt.

"Yep. She'll love it." They held hands, walking towards the elevator, smiling. He had everything. Both his soulmates, friendships, and somewhere he belonged. He hadn't felt this way since the war, and even then, he hadn't had love. It felt amazing.

"Captain Rogers and Mr. Barnes, Dr. Banner is requesting your presence downstairs." A British voice announced over the intercom.

"JARVIS tell him that if he's going to be butt hurt about almost getting beat up, I just won't apologize at all." Bucky said, laughing.

"Mr. Barnes, he says it is about Miss Skye."

Bucky and Steve glanced at each other, worriedly. "Did she ask for us?" Steve questioned, hoping she had and that it wasn't something else.

"Dr. Banner says that she is having a seizure." As soon as JARVIS had uttered that word, they sprinted down the stairs as fast as they could. Their apartment was on the sixth floor, and, since the medical ward was on the fourth, they could run there faster than if they took the elevator.

Bucky leapt over the railing, landing on the next flight of stairs, while Steve darted past him like a teenager late for school. When they had finally reached the medical ward, both men pushed nurses and doctors out of their way, so desperate to see their soulmate that they didn't notice the slight shaking of the floor.

"SKYE, I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP!" A voice echoed down the hallway. As they rounded the hallway, it was clear that the voice had been Bruce's.

"What happened?!" Steve glared at a very shocked looking nurse.

"I… I don't… I wasn't… I…." She stuttered, looking everywhere except at Steve.

"Stevie leave her alone, getting mad isn't going to help Skye." Bucky grasped the other man's shoulder, steering him towards the room they dreaded.

"Bruce what is going on?" He questioned, trying to stay calm and not explode like Steve had.

"I don't know, a nurse notified me that her heart rate had increased and then she started seizing and- "

A moan from Skye cut him off as all attention was turned back to her. "Buck…please…don't hurt me i…no please…no please…Steve?...Bucky don't hurt him! This isn't you… please don't hurt hi-" The ground shook violently, as Bucky stepped back, horrified.

He knew he had recognized Skye. He had tortured her. His own SOULMATE.

No Bucky, it wasn't you it was him. It was the Winter Soldier. It was the Soldier.

But you ARE the soldier.