He wants to love you. More than anything, Bucky wishes he could, but you’re a reminder of everything he’d lost.

Your name had once been inked across the arm he lost. His soulmate had been born in this century; everything that happened was meant to be. It all led him to you. He hates it.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, fingers tracing his name on your wrist. Want me goes unsaid. He wants you to say no. It’ll make it easier for both of you.