Title: Hello from the other side
Fandom: mcu ; captain america ; agents of shield
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
Ship: Skye/Bucky/Steve
Triggers(s): human experimentation, violence, language, mentions of suicide, Angst
Rating: M
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Soulmates, Bucky is Tony's cool uncle, Skye is Tony's Daughter
Summary: The Winter Soldier is Skye. Bucky lives for the 70 years without his soulmates and Steve still crashes the plane.

I:

Natasha talks about the Winter Soldier. Bucky has never seen the assassin afraid of anything but the Hulk and there is a good reason to fear the Hulk, but the last thing Steve and Bucky had expected coming after two super soldiers was a diminutive woman that barely came up to their shoulders, but all that was thrown out of the window when she ripped the door open with her brute force. Small, petite were all thrown out and replaced with nimble, strong.

He couldn't be distracted by the brown eyes of the assassin now, no matter how familiar they looked. She was very good and despite of the seventy years of experience that he had, Bucky was forced to fight tooth and nail for a single edge. Her black hair was wound in a braid, swung like a whip, slapping him painfully in the eye several times. He sidestepped her blade, grabbing it with his metal and flipped her, but she had already anticipated it. The Winter Soldier somersaulted, landing lightly on her feet before rushing him. Her feet clipping his jaw as he dodged just in time. Without pause, she jumped onto him and they grappled for a moment before her knees swung both of them onto the ground.

Bucky landed heavily. The gunshot wound on his abdomen snarled angrily, but he pushed it out of his mind, rolling to a fighting stance. With the mask loosen, the Winter Soldier tore it away, chucking it to the ground. Stray hair freed from the braid danced in the wind, her cold brown stared at him but all Bucky could do was stare in undulated horror crackling through him.

The swell of nausea churned in him, close to his mouth. Oh god. It was Skye. Skye was alive. What had they done to her? He choked on his saliva, swallowing the anger.

"Skye?" he said, taking steps back as she stalked towards him. He had to tell Steve, he had to stop her, he had… help her. Oh god. All the years he spent wishing they were alive could have been better spent searching for Skye. He could have saved her! "Skye? It's me, Bucky." They circled each other, Bucky jumping to the right when she leapt to his left. "Skye, please baby-doll…"

She huffed, jaw clenching as she stilled and tilted her head. "Who the hell is Skye?" Then she was slammed to the ground by Sam.

"Sam! No!" The words barely left his mouth before Natasha shot at her and blew the car right beside her, sending her flying.

Bucky screamed, trying to run to her except Steve held him back. He flailed, trying desperately to push Steve away. "That was Skye," he sobbed. "The Winter Soldier is Skye!"

"Skye's... dead, remember? She fell off the train."

Bucky shook his head. "They took her, Steve. They did things to her." He sunk to the ground, clasping his hands on his head as the Shield pointed guns at him. There was no way he was wrong about that. He recognized the damn eyes for crying out loud. Bucky might have always been in love with her fiery personality but it was the eyes that was a close second. He loved those expressive eyes when she smiled and laugh.

Now all he could think was those same brown eyes, the cold expressionless eyes staring back at him, how he could have saved her and the unbearable guilt that rolled through his body.