You had never put much stock in soulmate marks. Sure, you had one—a faint, jagged scar on your shoulder that had been there as long as you could remember—but no injury had ever caused it. No explanation had ever surfaced. It was just there. A mystery you had stopped trying to solve.

Then you met him.

James Buchanan Barnes was just another face in the crowd at the post-Blip support group. Quiet. Watchful. Haunted. You had seen plenty of people like him—drifting souls trying to make sense of a world that had moved on without them. But there was something different about him. Something that made your stomach twist in a way they couldn’t explain.

It wasn’t until the meeting ended, when Bucky absentmindedly rolled up his sleeve and rubbed at his metal shoulder, that you felt your world shift.

Because the shape of his missing arm—the scar that should have been there, the one HYDRA had stolen from him—matched the mark on your skin exactly.

Your soulmate had been right in front of you all along.

But how do you tell someone who has lost everything that fate still has plans for them? And more importantly… what if they don’t want to hear it?