Congruent Triangles aren’t Soulmates.
Pairing : Bucky x UnnamedSoulmate, mentions of Sam Wilson and OC characters.
Summary : Soulmateau. The first thing you hear your soulmate say, would be tattooed on your arm. Bucky has a strange mark and he’s about to meet his match.
Warnings : Use of word ‘condom’ I guess? A few swear words? It’s just comedic fluff and chaotic happy Bucky
Its my first attempt at writing a pic - go easy on me. Haha.
Bucky Barnes, had the strangest soulmark among his friends. ‘My dude, Congruent Triangles aren’t soulmates’.
“What do you think it means stevie?” he asks, while picking out clothes to pack his bags. Steve just shrugged his shoulders. Math was the last thing on their minds. They had barely paid attention in class and life and crept upon them. They were young and ready for war. It was three more days before he left for his enlistment. Plus nobody talked like that in the 40s. But he had hope that he would come back and meet her someday.
This was when he was a young boy from Brooklyn and not when he was turned into weapon.
“Soulmates are hella hard to find. I mean it's the first thing you hear _them_ say. It doesn't even have to be to you.” the new recruit pouts at Sam. “Mine says - Gin, or vodka? Do you know how many people I have heard say that at parties? I am never going to find them.”
Sam laughs, “It’s okay, there is no hard and fast rule that you have to find them, choosing to love someone even if they’re not your soulmate is still considered noble, I never found mine and yet I am happy with my girlfriend. She knows who hers is, she just decided she doesn’t like him”.
“Mine’s probably long dead at this point, I just feel sad she didn’t get to choose if she wants to meet me or not,” says Bucky as he gets up to fetch coffee. “Also imagine saying something really stupid when you’re around your soulmate, and them having to have had carried that their whole life. Knowing me, they’d possibly hate me at all weird things I have said.”
“Don’t be sad Buck, only last week you exclaimed - Get them to stop throwing condoms at me, Sam out in public. I am sure if your soulmate was around she would have loved to carry that on her.”
“Oh yeah, damn.” Bucky laughs. “Anyway, I am going to the local library in a bit to catch up on a few books that I have missed over the years, it's been quite a while since I’ve got time to read, tell me if you want me to get you something when I’m coming back.”
“Nah, Buck, we’re good, see you later man”.
Bucky, walks in and asks the librarian where the books he wanted are and proceeds to walk in the direction. The local library is quite small, and he decides it is comfy enough to spend the afternoon. There are tables in between sections for people to sit and read.
He walks to his shelf, and through it he sees two girls studying, he picks his books at sits at a table a little far from them. They were too busy bickering and enjoying over their books to notice Buck. He tries to not eavesdrop, but with super hearing it gets that much more difficult, because one, they were on a table right behind him and two one of them looks exactly like his type.
“Dude, everyone in our group has found their soulmate, I need to find mine before college ends or I am going to be single forever.” says taller of the two girls
‘Is everyone worried about their soulmates today?’, Bucky thinks to himself as he tries to focus on his page. He continues to read and zones out.
“You’ll find them. What’s your hurry? We have sessionals next week and you gotta focus my dude” says the other girl. She was cute, in her large green sweater and beanie, and she had been tapping the desk, possibly to a tune stuck in her head.
“Bro, if college ends, I will be an Msc in Math, nobody is dating a math major. Also nobody is meeting one considering that I will be preparing for Phd anyway. Look, even this damn triangle has a soulmate.”
She starts laughing, which distracts Bucky from his current paragraph.
“My dude, congruent triangles are not soulmates”
“Now that’s something I never thought I’d hear”
They both start laughing again.
Bucky closes his book violently. They start shushing at each other not wanting to disturb the man in front of them.
“Maybe we should get some coffee? It’s been a while. We’ll finish when we come back. I heard the macaroons in the cafeteria are good”, his soulmate’s friend whispers.
“Sounds good. Let’s get it and come”
Bucky, is now caught in a dilemma, anything weird he says, will definitely be tattooed on his soulmate’s arm. And he has no idea how to approach her.
“Should I approach her?” he thinks. “Would anyone want to meet their soulmate if they’re 106, an ex assassin and on possibly every country’s radar?. “But she also deserves to know that I exist and the fact that she exists, after these many years, does mean fate knew what it was doing, right?. He clenches his face. “Gah. I can’t know any more details, without opening my mouth. I hate this” he curses under his breath.
The soulmate’s friend comes back with coffee, and he couldn’t see his soulmate. His heart sinks a little. She spots Bucky on her way back. She smiles.
“Hello, you’re the winter soldier, right? That is so cool. I am surprised we didn’t notice you the whole time we were sitting here.”
“Haha, no those days are over. It's just Bucky now. I don’t blame you though, I keep to myself, gotten pretty good at not being noticed” He smiled. It was safe for him to talk now.
“Maybe when my friend comes back with macaroons, you can make yourself visible. She is a fan you know. I think she just secretly likes your new arm. Eh, can’t blame her it is very pretty”
Bucky visibly panics, “Haha, thanks, I guess I can.”
“You look funny, my friend doesn’t bite. At least most times,” she laughs. “See you around, if she catches me chatting you up instead of studying, she will be the death of me”.
She sits back at the table. Her friend goes straight upto her table and sits with her friend. She leans to whisper. “Dude, it's the winter soldier in front of us”
“What? For real? That’s so cool, did you get a look at the arm?” she enquires quizzically.
“Stop fetishising his arm bro, don’t you have to have to study now”
“ I do, I do, I just wanted to, you know, know more? Does the other arm gets sore? How much can it lift? Why would someone’s parents name their kid bucchann? Also why does he wear those weird dog tags?
Bucky is not at a breaking point violently laughing under his breath at her questions and has forgotten the whole soulmate fiasco because of a pretty girl asking questions about him.
He turns around and goes, “The name on the tag says James, sweetheart. I wear the tags cause they remind me where I am from. Bucchann is just a middle name and I guess ma liked it. Was’t weird in the 40s”
She looks at him, shocked.
“DUUUUUDEEE. Did you just? Yo, the winter solider? Dudee” her friend starts to squeak.
She smiles sheepishly. She knows.
‘OH NO. SHE KNOWS, what did I say again?’ he thinks to himself. ‘AH JAMES this is why Sam doesn’t trust you to do things on your own.”
She finally says “Hi James, I guess I’m your soulmate judging by our reactions”
“Yea, I mean, I do have your sentence on my arm. Sorry I eavesdropped on you. But atleast now I know. I didn’t come up to say anything cause um I wasn't sure how to. Plus ex assassin here” he points to himself as he smiles.
“Oof I got lucky, I thought I'd end up with a fuckboi. An ex assassin is much better bargain. Who wears tags anymore. I almost forgot they were a military thing.” she smiles, “Wait- what sentence did you hear?
Now it was Bucky’s turn to look sheepish. “My dude, congruent triangles are not soulmates”.
Bucky wasn’t wrong. He would meet her someday. It was just a long wait and a bookshelf away.
