Sophia still remembered the day that she had fully understood what her scars meant. She didn't have very many friends because she was such an oddball - most children were born with blank skin, a canvas of the story their soulmate would live until they met. Sophia though - she was born with scars littering her body. Some worse than others, some appeared to be be older than ones that started to appear one days after she was born. They didn't appear to hurt her; that was the only thing her parents were relieved about. They were rightfully afraid of what the future held for her because she would always stand out. The amount on her skin was horrendous, far more than the average person.
Sophia came to the sobering realization that her soulmate was likely far older than she was. That he was probably going to die before she even had the chance to meet him. The thought had made little Sophia cry for days on end until she eventually settled on the fact that her soulmate had to be a hero. Who else would have this many scars? Sophia held on to that idea because it was the only thing that gave her solace to know that she would never meet
him.
It had been nearly ten years since Sophia's skin formed into a new scar and she'd made peace with that. Her soulmate was no longer here and she would continue to hold onto the story of him being a hero. Most people didn't approach her because of the way she looked and by the time she'd made the choice to move to New York, Sophia had grown used to that. She'd been offered her dream job as a journalist with a New York newspaper and she couldn't turn down that opportunity.
Sophia had to dedicate herself to her work because dreaming of anything else simply did not work for her. If she thought about the idea of being alone forever, it broke Sophia's heart. She'd wallow in her despair and would hardly leave her bedroom long enough to get some food.
It was only her third week on the job. It was a Tuesday morning where Sophia had woken early so that she could stop at the little coffee shop near Stark Tower. She didn't know why Tony Stark didn't have a coffee shop in the building but she never questioned it, simply enjoying that the cafe near the tower was so delicious. There was a bit of a wait most mornings so she had to add time into her day for her latte.
Sophia stood in line, her bag clutched to her side as she stared down at her phone. Her fingers flew over the keys, needing to reply to an email from her boss. She paid no mind to those around her, only moving forward when the line in front of her moved.
{eh, kinda bad start. I'm sorry
i figured steve seeing her before bucky returning would be best }