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You remembered the story of how your parents had met: They were both working in a lab at the time, and your father had stolen your mother's safety gloves. It was a funny story and you always enjoyed hearing about it in great detail. Your favorite part was when they would describe seeing each other's memories for the first time. It was common knowledge that you saw your soulmates memories after you touched something that belonged to them, but they never told you quite how that worked or how it felt. From your parents stories, you knew that the memories came sporadically, playing out like a vivid, lifelike movie, but they had always said that the feeling was inexplicable.
Looking back on your own experience with the memories, you could see how the emotions could be impossible to describe. It all started when you were seventeen and at the Smithsonian with some “friends”. It was stupid and naive, but once you got to the Captain America exhibit they dared you to touch one of the uniforms -- and, being as young and naive as you were back then, you decided to do it to impress them. So, you walked over to where they were kept, ducked under the red rope, and touched the one to the right of the Captain’s suit. That’s when it happened -- you experienced the first of your memories. It was a simple memory, really, you as James Buchanan Barnes walking down a Brooklyn street with the pre-serum Steve Rogers, trying to cheer him up after his date stood him up. By the time you came to, security was already heading towards you, and you had to book it out of the museum to get away; but as soon as you were safely hidden your head flooded with questions.