A/N: I'm not sure if this offensive to anyone. It occurred to me after I wrote it this.. that I was bordering some prickly issues and may have unintentionally offended people. If I did, I really didn't mean to. Do let me know if I did so I may correct it. Thanks. :)
Steve had the strangest soulmark.. It was a good thing his soulmate had handwriting so small and scrawny that even Bucky had difficulty reading while breathing down his neck because it literally was the strangest soulmark anyone he knew had. How someone could have been a man once boggled his mind.
Bucky was nice enough to not make snide remarks about it when in public. In the privacy of their apartment he was merciless with the jokes. Steve decided that if anyone had to undergo such a transformation it would have been horrific, especially if involuntary and if no one was going to protect him...her, Steve would do it. Verbally, mentally. It didn't matter if he was a she or she was a he, or if she preferred neither. He was not going to stand for any bullying.
When he woke up the new era and was exposed to transgender and intersexual, he began to understand more about his soulmate. Steve was horrified how people could be horrible to other people because of their genders and that made Steve fight even harder, but now it was less due to his soulmark. Injustice, biasedness, bullying, discrimination. He thought the future would be better but clearly it wasn't.
There was a dark-haired female beside Natasha when he came back from a mission. A movie… was it a drama…? Something was playing on the television that captured their attention.
"A demon isn't a man." She said to the television. Then catching his eye, she turned to him continuing, "I was a man once. Oh, yes. And what a man I was." She recited word for word in time to the drama playing.
The words… those were the words on his neck. He palmed his face with a loud groan. Bucky snickered loudly beside him. He leaned across the couch, thumbing at Steve. "Do you have any idea the amount of shit I used to give him for those words?"
"Seriously? Seriously!?" Steve exclaimed, he jabbed a finger at her. "Well I like pink flamingoes!"
Exchanging an amused look with Natasha, she grinned at him. "I always wondered why anyone would say that to me. Do you seriously like pink flamingoes?"
"NO!" She deflated at his loud denial and he flailed his hands, feeling as though he had kicked a puppy with her large, sad eyes. "I mean. I don't hate them. It was just a… a… way of getting back for that weird soulmark."
"Oh good. Because I actually like pink flamingoes."
"You do?" He gave her a once-over, not really seeing the pink flamingoes. Noticing his gaze, she slid a casual hand up her waist, merriment playing on the edges of her lips. Her eyes mooning with hilarity as his face went up flush with her subtle hint. Steve cleared his throat loudly, trying his best to get control of himself and the situation. "Uhm. Steve Rogers, ma'am."
Rolling her eyes, she jerked him to her height and slanted her lips over his. Her hands cupping his cheeks, nibbling his lips as he parted them with a soft groan. His one hand pulled her close, up the back of the couch and other stroked down her cheek, dragging along her jaw line. When he opened his eyes to look at her, she gazed back at him. Leaning towards his ear, she said, sotto voce, "Daisy Johnson and most certainly not ma'am."