This isn't right. That's all Steve could think, as the woman took the flowers from his now-lax hand and began shakily applying the ribbon.

Unable to stop watching her, Steve began unbuttoning the cuff of his right shirt sleeve. He had to check, had to make sure...

His fingers curled in when he glanced down and caught sight of his soulmark with Bucky at the base of his palm. It was familiar to him, something he rarely thought about anymore. But then he pushed up his sleeve, and there it was - a new mark, not quite halfway up his forearm. It was lighter than the other one, but Steve imagined he could see it darkening even as he watched.

"This can't be right..." he whispered to himself, unaware that he was even speaking out loud.