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An art commission done for marvelkirastain of their soulmate AU!

A lovely excerpt of theirs below!

“This has been one of the worst galas so far,” Bucky said, entering their bedroom and throwing away his jacket. “I was thinking I’d better blow up the entire building than keep answering those stupid questions the journalists attacked me with.”

Tony smirked, walking in right after him. “Get used to it, sweetie and be glad they gave most of their attention to Cap today,” he sat on the end of their bed and started to take off his shoes. “And that they still know nothing about the nasty things you and I so like to do behind closed doors. They’ll eat us alive when they do.”

Bucky huffed. “When?”

“Would be too optimistic to think otherwise.” Tony raised his head and watched Bucky unbuttoning his shirt. “Sooner or later they’ll find out. Always do… Wait, when did you get yourself a tattoo?”

Bucky stopped, glanced at Tony and raised one eyebrow. “What?” His voice wasn’t playful and had surprise in his tone, but Tony could definitely see black ink right under his left collarbone. It was dark in the room and the fabric of the shirt was covering most of Bucky’s skin there, but…

Bucky followed Tony’s gaze and looked down, moving the fabric aside. He gasped. It was hard to see properly from such an angle, but Bucky managed. “There was nothing here in the morning,” he whispered, stunned by what he saw.

Letters. Right under the collarbone there were straight and sharp letters, parts of them were on the scars next to the metal of his arm, but they were clear and readable even there.

Tony stood up and took a wide step to Bucky so they were chest to chest, not looking away from the black letters for a second. Bucky almost couldn’t hear his breath even with his enhanced hearing. Tony raised his hand and barely touched the letters. Unlike Bucky, now he could see all of them.

Anthony Edward Stark.

Bucky remembered this name written around his left wrist. He remembered loathing it every second because of his parents saying how wrong that was – a boy’s name as a soul mate – and how he had been covering it all the time. He remembered the agonizing emptiness in his chest when he lost his arm.

Tony was still startled, still barely touching the mark like he was afraid that the letters would disappear under his fingers. His eyes were shining though – amber with the deep red glow of Extremis.

Bucky smiled and slowly hugged Tony, gently pressing him even closer and resting his left hand on his back, right between the back of his neck and shoulder blades, right where there was his own name, clear even over lots and lots of scars from a knife. A knife which Tony used when he was very young, trying to cut off the name of a dead person from his skin.

Bucky didn’t know how long they stood like that in a very calm and soothing silence. Then Tony moved a bit and Bucky felt warm fingers gently pressing where his new mark was.

A soft chuckle broke the silence. “You can’t even get your mark properly for the first time, can you?” Tony teased, but there was so much warmth and affection in his voice that Bucky didn’t want to answer with the same.

Instead he tucked Tony’s head under his chin and smiled again. “I haven’t gotten it this time, you know. This time I’ve chosen it.”

“Cheesy,” Tony huffed.

Bucky felt hot lips on his skin under the left collarbone. “But you liked it.”

“Yeah,” Tony whispered after a short pause, hot breath brushing Bucky’s skin. “Yeah, this time I did.”