A/N: Should have mentioned that I did know Evet is Okay in turkish and I thought it was a funny joke. Don't forget to vote! Link's on my profile.

"Where are we?" Coulson sighs, pinching his nose bridge.

"Somewhere in America apparently." Skye rolls her eye and smacks the laptop. "Lance. Please tell me how on earth were you a Lieutenant in SAS and a mercenary and can't even tell where on earth we are without a freaking gps!?"

"Please tell me how you are a hacker and you can't even repair the GPS or the laptop?" He peers at the map that's unrolled out on the car.

"Hello? Hacker? Do I look like Fitz to you?" She gripes, slinging her haversack with her laptop and the sniper rifle across her shoulder. "It's not my fault that the superpowered kid decided to teleport us to god knows where and that the teleportation fried our electronics."

Hunter purses his lips, looking at her with a tilted head. "You realize you're calling an eighteen year old a kid right? You're what, eighteen yourself?"

"Twenty-six the last time I checked."

"You sure the teleportation didn't regress your age?"

"Guys." Coulson sighs, stepping in-between their growing argument. Under normal circumstances, Skye and Hunter worked very well together. The week had been long and in spite of Hunter's denials, he knew that Hunter just wanted to go home to Bobbi. "We'll do like what we did the last few miles. We walk to the highest point, find a village and try to call out. I'm sure there aren't that many Amish towns around here. Okay?"

"Fine." They hotly agree and began the long trek to the highest point.

The next village (according to Hunter who climbed the tree) was a rather cluster of very modern buildings. He couldn't get a better look at it with it mostly covered by tall trees but he insisted that it was the right way to go. What he didn't specify was that it wasn't just a cluster of very modern buildings.

"I thought you said modern buildings!" Skye grunts at Hunter, staring at the buildings through her sniper scope.

"They are modern buildings!"

"Hunter. There's a difference between army buildings and modern buildings." Coulson mutters. He could feel the headache growing in his head.

"I thought they were army buildings. We could just get Coulson to pull some muscle and ask them for a lift. I didn't expect them to be a Hydra base!" He says disgruntled.

"I say I go in and destroy the buildings. Hunter snipe anyone that runs out. Coulson watch my back."

Coulson and Hunter stares at her.

"What? Are we just going to leave it standing?" She thrusts her chin at the buildings. "I'm super-powered now. I can destroy it easily but we could always use it to source for more information while we're here."

"Skye!" Hunter yells as she jumps down the cliff. The two men sigh and Coulson jumps after her. "I think she forgot you only have one hand!"

"I know!" Coulson says as he slides down the cliff.

She sends three men unconscious, snatching one of the rifles just a tall man dressed in black with a metal arm walks out of the building. Tall, no mask, metal arm. Skye's certain she has seen his picture somewhere.

"Are you their reinforcements?" he asks. His voice is low and gravelly and it makes a strange fluttering in Skye's stomach.

"Uhm, uhh.. Are you Hydra?" Skye mentally facepalms at her first words to one of her soulmates. "I- We're not! I got your words though." Tugging her vest down, she reveals the top of her right breast.

He stares slack-jawed at the sight of his stilted handwriting across the curve of her flesh. He almost reaches for it, before coming back to himself as Coulson comes into their line of sight. He pushes her behind him, "Are you their reinforcements?" he asks Coulson.

"No no!" she jerks his arm down. "DC's with me."

"Skye? You want to explain?" Coulson says slowly.

"Turns out he's my soulmate… are you Hydra?" she steps away from him, wondering if she is capable of shooting him if he really turned out to be Hydra.

"No." He replies a little too fiercely. "I'm not. They-" he motions to his arm, creases on his face tighten as he struggles to explain. "They did something, but I can't remember what." His metal arm twitches and steps in front of her just as some men run out of the building.

"I got this," Skye tells him and swings them flat against the building with her powers. She smirks at him, "We got to get in to get data before we destroy the building. Maybe steal a helicopter or two while we at it. Soulmate, what's your name?"

"James Barnes-" he pauses, pulling his mask off. "Bucky I think."

"James B-Buchanan Barnes?" Coulson behind them stammers.

"DC?"

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES IS STEVE ROGERS' BEST FRIEND!"

"Is he fangirling?" Hunter asks, bringing up the rear.

"Yes… I think fangirling is the correct term," Skye says, watching Coulson trying to school his face into his patented bland mask and failing terribly. "Pity the phone's dead. Blackmail material right there."

So it turns out that the Hydra didn't have a helicopter but they have their version of the quintjets which her soulmate knows how to fly.

Bucky or rather James as he requested them to call him, chose to stay and help them destroy Hydra.

They had been doing this several months when Skye spotted his other soulmark down his back. Masculine loopy handwriting down his back. 'Bucky, it's time to come home.' The same handwriting on her leg that appeared after she had gone through terragenesis.

"Did you realize you have another soulmark on your back?" she asks lightly kissing that mark.

"I do?" he turns to look at it. "I didn't realize that," he mutters, frowning with a quizzical look.

"Well then," she sits at her laptop.

"What are you doing Doll?" He watches her scan their soulmark and type furiously on the keyboard.

"Finding our last soulmate. Aren't you the slightest bit curious?" For much of her life, she had been rejected by multiple homes and families. Even in Rising Tide where she had found it to be more of a home than anything, she didn't really feel as though she belonged. They had families, they had soulmates, lovers, sisters and brothers. All of which that she didn't have. Being with James had allowed her to hope that perhaps her soulmates could really become part of her family, her own family.

"I-"

His reply is cut off by an announcement over the intercom."Agent Skye, Director Coulson is requesting your presence at the bridge."

Steve Rogers had been hunting for his best friend for months, ever since the fall of SHIELD. He had always been one step behind his best friend who went on a rampage hunting down Hydra Bunkers. It became predictable (for Steve) and allowed them to anticipate his next movements, to cut him off to talk but when he finally did, his rampage stopped and he went dark.

No amount of searching even with Stark's help, brought light to where his best friend had gone to.

"Why not ask SHIELD," Natasha offered when even her expertise had brought her to a dead-end. Winter Soldier was a ghost even in the intelligence community, his ability to go undetected was second to none. SHIELD might be weak but they still had roots and talents in areas that they were unable to offer.

So Steve found himself shaking hands with a man who he thought had died months ago. Admittedly there was a letter for him informing him that Coulson was alive and wished to see him some months ago. He was busy. Too busy to read mails that had little to do with his search for his best friend.

He runs a tired hand through his hair, not caring if it made it messy. "So can you help?"

There is an odd look in Coulson's eyes, and a smile twitching on his lips. "Captain Rogers, you'll find I can do far more than just find information about your best friend."

Steve grunts noncommittally, "I just need information about Bucky. Whatever you have. We can cover the rest."

That strange smile plays on Coulson's face again, the corner of his eyes crinkling with amusement and he nods at the dark haired girl that had just entered the room.

"This is Agent Skye. Agent Skye is our star hacker and intelligence officer." He nods at Skye who beams at him with the most dazzling smile that Steve thought he'd ever seen in all his years on this earth. The slight curve on her lips and the small crease on her cheeks sent any words he might have been formulating out of his mind.

He licks his lips, struggling to extemporize when she says, "Oh good you're finally here. Seriously. I sent you the mail three months ago."

"What? What did you just say?" he stumbles over his words.

The room went silent for a few heartbeats, just the sound of the clacking of the keyboard and carts rumbling in the hallway. "You gotta be kidding me," Her voice absolutely flat when she finally replies.

Steve tugs the glove off, her familiar scrawl on the inside of his wrist. A grin, eager and triumphant, tugged at her lips. "We need to tell James." Not waiting for Coulson's dismissal, she tugs him down the hallway.

"James!" she pants as she flings open a door. The man he had been hunting for ages sits on the bed, hand gripping a book, the other holding a gun.

"Bucky, it's time to come home," Steve says with a slightly lift on his lips.

"S-Steve?"

Steve crushes him in a bearhug, pulling Skye into it. After waking up, he thought he would be alone till the end of his life. He didn't even have a soulmark to look forward to. Then he saw Bucky and knew he had to get his best friend back even if it killed him. Along the way of searching, he received two soulmarks but he had been so consumed in his search for Bucky that he had not cared to dream about what his soulmates might be like apart from the strangely familiar stilted writing.

He laid his face on Bucky's stubble, breathing in the smell of his soulmates. His cheeks hurt from his smiling, but he doesn't care.

He's home now.