#avengers soulmate

[elissanatok]

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↳✉⭒˞˔˙ː❛ -ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?✹⋮

◌༄۵ !𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 !

!𝚂.𝚁. //𝙱.𝙱.// 𝙿.𝙼. //𝙿.𝙿. !

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍??? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 – 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾.

a/n: this is complete fluff I guess

Peter Parker felt his fingers twitch for the thousand time this morning. He wished he could give the one cup of coffee he had that morning the fault for this, but he knew something was wrong. He knew his senses were even higher than usually and the strong grip on the strap of his backpack did nothing to release some tension.

He did send Mr. Stark a message telling him something was wrong, but the moment he told him his problem was finger twitching Tony stopped answering.

His brown locks were ruffled, and Ned's eyes widened when he met him in the halls. "Woah what happened to you man?", he asked, analyzing his friend from head to toe. "I – I don't know. Something is wrong." He started rubbing the itching art on his body. Usually, he loved it. The fine sketch of a woman who's reading a newspaper, keeping her legs crossed, was his favorite part about his body. Although it wasn't really about him. It would make his day - looking at his waist in the mirror and tracing the lines till they had burned themselves into his mind. God, he loved the idea of her feeling his touch. And even after he found his favorite part to be the favorite part to three other men, he still couldn't help but give himself butterflies every time he thought of her.

Her.

Snapping out of his trance, he looked at his friend who was raising an eyebrow at him. "Did you listen to me? Hey dude where is your mind. I just told you the best thing ever!", "Sorry.", Peter mumbled, biting his lip. "So there's this new girl, alright. I have math with her. She's hot. So hot bro. And- and- ", "Yeah she's cool I guess." Both guys snapped their neck towards MJ, who was slightly smirking as she stopped next to them. "Yeah- so- ", "What's her name?", Peter asked wanting to meet her now that his friends already got to know her. "Y/n. Cool right?", Ned said grinning. "Yeah -cool. Look – I should go.", "You alright Pete?", asked MJ, to which he nodded, before he speed walked to his next class, just to freeze in the door.

Her hair was beautiful. Braided in some kind of pretty bun which he had no clue about. Her nose was wrinkled as she looked down at the notebook, the pencil tightly held between her fingers and her lips in a pout. "Shit.", he whispered, looking at her lips. They were rosy, not red, not too big, but not too small. The perfect match to his.

Wrinkling her eyebrows Y/n slowly looked up, but came to the conclusion she must have imagined the feeling of someone starring at her, because no one was standing in the door. No- the boy who was leaning outside of the room, with a rapid beating heart and red cheeks couldn't look into her eyes.

Everything he imagined could come true now, but he wished oh so dearly for it to be Steve or Pietro who got to meet her first. Look- Peter was an awkward, shy boy most of the times and even tough he would be the one to spend some time with her alone before he had to tell the others, he was scared shitless.

She wouldn't laugh at him if he started to ramble or said something that sounded wrong. Right?

Peeping around the wall he took a deep breath. Her legs were crossed, the same way the lady from his soul mark did. Another deep breath followed, before he closed his eyes and- he opened them again and fell right into a deep pool of y/e/c.

Y/n’s head was tilted slightly as her mouth went dry. "H-Hi.", she whispered and started fumbling with the rings on her finger to prevent from falling around his neck immediately. "H—Hey", Peter coughed out, getting even redder cheeks when he took in her smell. "So- you're my soulmate huh?", she asked, trying to ease him and herself a little bit. "I guess."

"Is that bad?", she asked nervous. "I mean is- am I- "Her self-consciousness was interrupted by her teacher walking thru the door next to them. "Mmh." She didn't find the words she was searching for, so she pointed at the door and left in a hurry. Great. Just Great.

It did exactly go like he always imagined. Not really tho.

He sighed, as he rubbed a hand over his face. He didn't even know where to start from here. He didn't know if he should tell the others first or get to know her. He was going to have a heart attack at the age of seventeen and it would be her fault. Y/n St. Lorenz would be the death of him.

Slightly she took her eyes of her book, when the sound of the chair next to her being pulled backwards met her ears. Peter -again- took a deep breath. "It's – uhm- fantastic.", he smiled, and tried to memorize her face. "What?", she whispered, and looked in his eyes again. "I- uhm- you know- you are – it's not bad that you're my soulmate. It's perfect. You're perfect." A blush spread over both their faces. "Oh- You don't even know me.", "But I would love to."

"I guess that can be arranged.",

"Great. I'm Peter -Parker uhm- Peter Parker.",

"Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I'm Y/n.",

"Perfect.",

"Yeah- Perfect."

[braveclementine]

Chapter 28

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You and T'Challa were standing in a chapel like building, black twine encircling both of your wrists while the Wakandan. . . priest(?) spoke Wakandan during the entire ritual. You and T'Challa stood there, staring into each others eyes before the black twine was burned, letting it all burn away to ashes below your feet.

T'Challa swept you up into a passionate kiss in front of all of Wakanda, which was met with the cheers of the people, screams of little kids, and a few cat calls from some of his friends from the border tribe.

Soon after, you were saying good-bye to Okoye, Nakia, Shuri, and his mother before very quickly heading onto the Quinjet and heading home.

Though you had loved Wakanda, you couldn't wait to be back in New York. The others seemed to feel the same way.

You were curled up between Tony and Stephen, both of them holding you. You were feeling uncomfortable on the plane ride there, every bump made you groan in pain, willing yourself not to throw up. You wished Stephen would just portal you guys to the Avengers compound.

However when the Quinjet finally touched down the ramp unloaded, you saw that you weren't near the Avengers tower. In fact, you weren't even in the city. You weren't even sure you were still in New York.

"Where are we?" You asked, looking around.

There was a very, very large mansion spread out on a large plane of green grass. There was large forest surrounding it around the back and sides. Both the front and back lawns looked absolutely huge and upon looking around, you could tell that this place would have everything you guys needed.

"Welcome home." Tony said with a grin.

Your heart melted a little. Bucky picked you up, carrying you over the threshold before putting you down inside the house.

The inside of the house was huge, but there wasn't a single spot of room wasted. There was a living room, a dining room, a very large kitchen and breakfast room, three offices, two bathrooms, and a very large library on the bottom floor. Upstairs was another two bathrooms, a dozen bedrooms, and a few balconies, one of which led out to the deck outside.

There was also a basement that contained a movie theater, a workout room, a gaming area completely with both board/physical games, a pool table, an air hockey table, along with two TVs that were equipped with every device available.

The backyard was very large, with only a huge pool, complete with a diving board and water slide alone with a greenhouse farther out. There were several fruits and vegetables growing in the greenhouse.

"This place is amazing Tony." You complimented after you guys had settled back down in the living room. Your stomach was rolling a little, but you weren't sure if that was because you were getting pre-period cramps, or if you were still feeling guilty about the whole Dora Milaje incident.

Tony grinned, proud of himself, "Glad you like it gorgeous."

"What state are we in?" You asked, curious.

"Ohio." Tony said with a shrug. "It's not to far from New York, but it had a lot more land than the ones we were looking at in New York. Besides, it's a bit quieter out here in the country."

"This is actually set on a nice plot of land." Stephen said next to you. "you could technically start an entire farm on here if you wanted."

"Maybe we could bring Samantha and Stella over, eh Buck?" You asked, winking at him.

He chuckled nervously, brushing his hair back from his face as Sam and Steve both turned to look at him.

"Who are Samantha and Stella?" Steve asked.

"His goats in Wakanda." T'Challa answered. "His milk goats."

You were now imagining all of them living on a farm. Wearing plaid flannel shirts and blue jeans. Chopping wood. Milking cows. Shearing sheep. Feeding the pigs and chickens. Collecting eggs. You could imagine some of them in the gardens, working the plants.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam were the easiest to imagine this scene along with Rhodey, Clint, and Fury. The others just seemed impossible. You didn't think you'd seen Loki wear jeans once. Thor maybe as well could pull off the farmer look as well. T'Challa, Tony, and Stephen on the other hand? Absolutely not. Tony only wore suits, Stephen rarely changed out of his wizarding clothes, and T'Challa wore traditional clothes almost all of the time.

As the night wore on, movies playing on the TV, you started to drift off. You could feel Stephen picking you up in his arms, bidding the others good-night as he carried you up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. You knew Tony was around as you could hear him talking softly to Stephen.

"Hey sweetheart," Tony said softly as they sat you upright on the bed. You blinked before leaning your head on his shoulder, trying to fall asleep. He chuckled gently. "You gotta get into some pajamas. You're going to be uncomfortable if you stay in that dress all night."

You ignored him, making him sigh in fake exasperation. "You want me to undress you then?"

You nodded, already half-asleep. You could feel his fingers unzipping the dress behind you, sliding the shoulders of it off, before you were nodding off.

The last thing you felt was being slipped under silk sheets, a warm arm holding you tightly to their chest.

***

You bolted upright, leaping out of the bed, stumbling into the bathroom, the door banging against the wall behind you.

"Sweetheart?" Tony's tired voice was drowned out as you vomited into the toilet. You heard feet hit the floor behind you before Tony was pulling your hair back as you emptied your stomach into the bowl.

Once you were done, you rested your forehead on your arms.

"Darling?" Stephen's voice was behind you now as well.

"Shit." You groaned. "I feel terrible."

Stephen's hand landed on your forehead, "You do feel warm. Tones, do you mind going downstairs, grabbing the ginger ale and some saltine crackers. I think there might already be a thermometer up here."

"There is." Tony said, knocking on one of the drawers as he passed by to leave the room.

Stephen rummaged in the drawer to pull out the under the tongue temperature reader. He pulled off the plastic cap, writing your name on the back with sharpie before crouching in front of you. "Open Y/N."

You did, letting him stick it under your tongue. You held it there until it beeped, showing that you had a 103 degree fever. The news made you vomit again, this time Stephen being the one to hold your hair back.

After he figured you were done, he helped you gently back into bed. Tony came back with a cool glass of ginger ale, so cold that perspiration was already dropping down the side of the cup. A box of saltine crackers was under his arm and he was holding a large pot in the other hand- probably so you could throw up without running to the bathroom.

"Here we go baby girl." Tony said, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Tony, you'll get sick." You mumbled, taking a small sip of the ginger ale, nibbling at a cracker.

"You need to keep up your fluids," Stephen said, completely disregarding your worry. "Salt isn't particularly good when you're sick so if you're going to be eating crackers to settle your stomach, you need to keep it balanced with plenty of water and ginger ale." [You could supplement with Sprite if you want to]

You nodded.

"I'm kind've disappointed." Tony said softly and both you and Stephen looked at him. He gave a small shrug, "Was kind've hoping you had morning sickness."

You smiled a little, "Sorry."

Tony shook his head, "I just want you to get better."

The others visited you throughout the day, which was met with your weak protests. But they figured if they were going to get sick, it was better they were all sick at once than having them someone sick every three days for a month.

They were all so sweet and attentive, laying with you, making sure that you got enough fluids. Loki loved coming in and reading more of that poetry to you. For example, the poem the second poem that he read you had laughing so hard that you got hiccups:

starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the hell are you I think. I'm not under what you call The alcofluence of incohol. I'm just a little slort of sheep, I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. I don't know who is me yet, But the drunker I stand here the longer I get So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, 'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.

Loki, not knowing the song of twinkle twinkle little star was a bit confused about why you liked the poem so much. Despite this, he enjoyed that you were laughing at it, and let you read it over and over as you hiccuped, tears streaming down your face with laughter.

[I mean- I though it was funny]

And then there was another one that sounded just beautiful, if not a little creepy.

There's a truth not many know, About the world while you're asleep That the wind slips through your window, To steal the secrets that you keep, And if you don't believe me, Then you're welcome to your doubt, But have you never stopped to wonder, What it's whispering about? What else in the world Could make the treetops bend and sway But the weight of all the words, that no one ever dared to say? And since it's while your sleeping Secrets are easiest to take It's no surprise those with the deepest are the ones kept wide awake.

"Is that why you don't sleep?" You asked Loki teasingly.

Loki chuckled, appreciating your humor. "Naturally my Queen."

After you'd gotten better, most everyone else had either gotten it and it had passed, or they hadn't gotten it at all. Except Bucky who had it really bad.

He was shivering under his blankets, his nose red and his lips blue. Except that he always kept saying he was hot, trying to throw the blanket off of him.

For the most part, Steve, Sam, and Stephen stayed with him, taking care of him. But you tried to get some time with him, curling up with him while he pressed his cold face into your neck.

You wanted to surprised him for when he got better, so you grabbed Loki and the two of you went out into the town.

"What are we getting?" Loki questioned, following you along. You both ignored pointing fingers and stares from passerby's.

"You'll see." You said, gripping his hand before dragging him to a pet store. You and Loki looked around before you found two kittens and a puppy that you both wanted and were sure that the others would want.

[The two kittens are a species called Munchkin kitties. I don't know the dog breed I'm sorry]

The first kitten was a white kitten with grey eyes that reminded you of Bucky. The second kitten was black with such blue eyes you could've sworn that it was Loki impersonated. And the puppy was just to cute to pass up on.

"Okay, this one is adorable." Loki said, cradling the black kitten in his arms. The puppy was on a leash while you tried keeping the other kitten in your hands. It was a very squirmy kitten and it took a minute before it finally settled contentedly on your shoulder. You were sure that it wouldn't last long.

"Are we getting any other pets?" Loki asked as you moved through a second pet store.

"Yes." You said. "I want two rabbits as well. I think it's only fitting, after all, I want pets that everyone wants. And I absolutely adore rabbits."

"Why two?" Loki asked.

"Rabbits are very social creatures. They can actually die of depression so if you get a rabbit, you should always get two so that they are never lonely. Human interaction can only be so much for them."

"Interesting." Loki mused as you looked over the English lops that were sitting in the area. The kitten in your hands sniffed at them in interest. One of the bunnies stood up on its hind legs, sniffing at the kitten before tentatively starting to groom it behind the ears. The kitten purred, closing its' eyes. You and Loki exchanged a look.

"That one." The two of you said together.

[There are four pictures. The first picture is them as a baby. The second picture is them full-sized]

"They're adorable." You cooed. The brown Miniature English Lop eared was a girl and the blue miniature lionhead was a male.

"They are quite cute." Loki admitted, holding the cardboard carrier case with the two bunnies inside gingerly. "This kitten is still my favorite though."

"I got him specifically because he looks like you." You said with a smile, feeling giddy as the two of you got back to the car. Loki said he would sit in the back with all of the animals.

You drove slowly so that you didn't make any sudden stops, turns, or starts. When you got home, Rhodey and Clint came out to see where you guys had gone.

"Oh Fury is going to freak." Clint said with delight, picking up the white ball of fluff in one hand. The cat peered up at him.

"That one is kind've Bucky's." You admitted. "and the black cat is kind've Loki's. But the dog and the bunnies are all of ours."

Rhodey picked the puppy up, which immediately started to lick his face energetically.

You took the white cat from Clint, trading the two bunnies for her. You carefully made your way up the stairs while the others downstairs started crowding the other animals.

You knocked on the door, hearing Steve say, "Come in."

"Cover his eyes Steve." You said before you entered the room.

You heard Bucky mumble a weak protest as you came in, making your way over to the bed. You watched Steve's eyes widen and then a smile break out on his face. You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Okay."

Steve removed his hand and Bucky looked at you and then at the white fluff in your hands. Bucky's face lit up in delight and you quickly reached out, placing the kitten in his hands.

The kitten stood up in his two hands, starting to nuzzle and knead the metal hand like it a toy. Then it hopped off his hands, making her way up to his chest, curling up into the tiniest ball you'd ever seen.

Bucky was grinning so wide it was like he had never been sick. "She's adorable. What a good little kitty." He petted her with two fingers. "Does she have a name?"

"No, you can name her." You said.

Bucky continued to look down at her, petting her, "Alpine."

"Cute." You commented. "I wonder what Loki will name his cat."

"There's another cat?" Bucky's eyes lit up even more if that was possible.

"And a puppy and two bunnies." You said sheepishly. "I wanted to make sure everyone had a pet that they liked. I mean, for the most part we're sharing the animals. Like how we'll share kids. But I thought you'd like your own cat."

Bucky motioned for you to lean over so that he could kiss your forehead. "Thank you doll."

"Anything for you Buckaroo."

Clint, Sam, and Rhodey came upstairs at that moment, bringing in the bunnies and puppy to see Bucky as well.

Bucky smiled, watching how attentive the bunnies were with the puppy, both of them climbing all over the poor dog.

"We thought you'd name the bunnies Y/N." Rhodey said with a grin.

You smiled back, "That's Cinnamon roll and that's Boba." You said without any hesitation.

Steve chuckled behind you, "Cute names."

"What's the dogs name?" You asked.

"We haven't decided yet." Rhodey said.

Suddenly you heard the door open downstairs and you heard Fury give a strangled cry before he shouted, "What the F-"

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade changed the entire narrative and saved their souls. In fact, he tied their souls together.

[ir0npvrker]

bucky: stop correcting me

sam: stop being wrong

[muchmossymess]

So we know how the previous winners had a theme of not playing the game "correctly" and winning, right?

Joel and bdubs purposefully guessing pearls tasks wrong so she's safe around them and etho making half the server fail their joint task because he won't let anyone hurt his allies

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Pretty As A Picture Masterlist

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates - Feeling the connection as soon as you see each other.

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

Warnings will be per chapter.

For this fic reader will be British, but let your imagination replace if needed.

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Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

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SOULMATE BOND

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

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ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

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ᯓ★ TW(s): stupid rumors go around because Tony is famous, not really anything serious

ᯓ★ Timeline: before the Avengers were formed

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In this world, the soulmate bond manifests in the form of tattoos, inscribed on skin at the moment when you first meet your destined person. Not just any tattoo—it's the first thought they had when they saw you. A sentence or a phrase etched in permanent ink, completely out of your control, tied to the moment your eyes meet.

You've always found the idea romantic in theory, but after your mark appeared, you're a little less enthused. The thought branded on your wrist is definitely not the stuff of fairy tales.

I wonder if she knows she has a ketchup stain on her shirt.

It's funny, sure, but you can’t help but cringe every time you think about it. What kind of first impression did you make that day? You don't even know who your soulmate is, just that somewhere, out there, someone’s first impression of you was that you were a mess. It’s become a running joke among your friends, something you laugh off, but in the back of your mind, you can’t shake the feeling that when you finally meet them, it’s going to be awkward.

For years, you've searched crowds, looked at strangers’ tattoos, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that might give you a clue. No luck. Life moves on, and you stop looking quite so actively, focusing on your own career instead. After all, it’s not like you can control when or how you meet your soulmate. It'll happen when it happens.

But it does happen.

You’re at a charity gala in New York, your company hosting a benefit for technological innovations in renewable energy. As someone involved in the development sector, it's part of your job to represent the company, socialize, and network. That’s how you end up near the bar, scanning the room for anyone who looks like a potential business connection.

And that’s when you see him.

Tony Stark.

He’s hard to miss, obviously. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, Avenger, and all-around larger-than-life personality. You’ve seen him on TV and in interviews, but there’s something different about seeing him in person. He’s wearing a perfectly tailored suit, drink in hand, looking amused by something someone just said.

Your first thought?

Huh, he’s taller than I thought.

Then, just as quickly, God, how does his suit fit that well?

You’re about to turn away and rejoin the group when, out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance in your direction. And then he starts walking right toward you.

Your heart leaps to your throat as you quickly glance down at yourself, suddenly self-conscious. Is there something on your face? Hair out of place? Ketchup stain?

“Hi,” Tony says, stopping in front of you, looking at you with a smirk. "You look like you're about to sprint off somewhere."

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out for a second. You're so stunned that Tony Stark is standing right in front of you, speaking to you like you're someone worth noticing.

“Uh—hi. No, just… thinking,” you manage to say, your voice sounding much calmer than you feel.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. "Well, careful with all that thinking. Could lead to dangerous places."

You can’t help but laugh. It’s a stupid joke, but it lightens the mood, easing some of your nerves. Tony Stark is surprisingly… not intimidating? Maybe it's the easy confidence, the humor that makes him feel less untouchable.

“You’re here for the renewable energy thing, right?” Tony asks, leaning casually against the bar. “What do you do?”

You quickly tell him about your work, grateful that you're able to form coherent sentences again. The conversation flows surprisingly naturally, and before long, you’re actually enjoying yourself.

“So,” Tony says, eyes gleaming as he takes a sip of his drink. “Soulmate tattoo. What’s yours?”

You blink, surprised by the sudden question. You hadn’t expected the conversation to go there so quickly.

"Uh, well…" You hesitate for a moment, but then you figure, why not? It’s not like he’s going to see it. “It's… kind of embarrassing, actually.”

“Oh, those are the best kinds. Now you have to tell me,” he grins, leaning in with mock curiosity.

You laugh again and hold up your wrist, showing him the words you’ve grown so familiar with.

“I wonder if she knows she has a ketchup stain on her shirt,” you say, reading it out loud for him.

Tony bursts out laughing, a genuine laugh that lights up his entire face. “Wow. That’s… that’s actually amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I try not to think about it too much,” you reply with a self-deprecating smile.

Tony’s laughter dies down, but the smile lingers. "You never know. Could make for a great story when you meet them."

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug. “What about you? What's your tattoo?”

Tony hesitates, something almost unreadable flickering across his face. For a split second, he looks vulnerable, which is strange to see on someone like him. Then he smirks again, the mask of confidence snapping back into place.

“Oh, mine’s ridiculous,” he says, holding out his wrist.

You glance down at his tattoo and freeze.

Huh, he’s taller than I thought.

Your brain takes a moment to catch up. It’s your first thought. Your words. The exact thing you thought the moment you saw him across the room.

Your heart starts pounding. “Wait, this is…”

Tony looks at you, his expression shifting from playful to serious in an instant. “Yeah. Looks like we’ve got a match.”

You stare at him, speechless, as the weight of the realization sinks in. Tony Stark is your soulmate.

“I—I don’t understand,” you stammer. “When did you…”

“When did I think you had a ketchup stain?” he finishes for you with a wry smile. “About five years ago. Tech conference in Palo Alto. You walked in with a coffee in one hand and a sandwich in the other. And, well… you had a ketchup stain on your shirt.”

You blink, the memory slowly coming back to you. You remember that conference. You remember spilling ketchup on your shirt. But what you don’t remember is Tony Stark being there.

He watches you closely, almost like he’s waiting for something. “I didn’t think you’d ever find out,” he says softly.

“I—" You look up at him, everything finally clicking into place. "I can’t believe this.”

Tony shrugs, but there’s something tender in the way he looks at you now. “Believe it, sweetheart. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a story.”

You take a moment to process what just happened, your mind racing. You never imagined meeting your soulmate would be like this, in a crowded gala surrounded by the elite, and especially not with Tony Stark.

“So…” you say, trying to regain your composure. “This is kind of a big deal, right? I mean, we’re soulmates and all.”

“Big deal? That’s an understatement,” he replies with a playful smirk, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “But you have to admit, the ketchup stain part is pretty entertaining.”

You laugh, the tension easing slightly. “Yeah, it really is. I suppose it could’ve been worse. At least you didn’t think I was a complete disaster when you first saw me.”

Tony grins, tilting his head slightly. “I’ve seen worse. And I’m pretty sure I was the one who looked like a disaster when we first met. You, on the other hand, were effortlessly charming.”

Your cheeks flush at the compliment. “Effortlessly charming? You must be joking.”

“Nope.” He leans closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You had a coffee in one hand and a sandwich in the other and you still managed to look amazing. That’s not something everyone can pull off.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “I appreciate that. But what are we supposed to do now? I mean, how does this whole soulmate thing work?”

Tony leans back against the bar, his expression turning thoughtful. “Well, there’s no manual for this kind of thing. But I guess we could start with getting to know each other better.” He gestures to the gala around you, where people are mingling and enjoying themselves. “Want to escape this place for a bit? I know a great rooftop view.”

Your heart races at the thought of spending more time alone with him. “Are you sure? Won’t people wonder where you’ve gone?”

“I’m sure they’ll be just fine without me for a little while,” he says with a wave of his hand. “Besides, I’m sure they’re all busy trying to impress each other. And I’d much rather be up there with you.” He grins, and the sincerity in his eyes makes you want to take a chance.

“Okay,” you agree, surprising even yourself. “Let’s go.”

You follow Tony through the crowded room, weaving between groups of people, past waiters carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres, and up a set of sleek glass elevators. The ride is quick, and your stomach flutters with anticipation. You can’t believe you’re about to spend more time with him—your soulmate.

When the doors slide open, you step out onto the rooftop, greeted by the cool night air and a stunning view of the city skyline. The stars twinkle overhead, and the lights of New York stretch out like a sea of diamonds.

Tony leads you to the edge, and you lean against the railing, taking in the breathtaking scene. The city buzzes below, alive and vibrant, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.

“Wow,” you breathe, trying to catch your breath. “This is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” he says without missing a beat. His tone is playful, but the way he looks at you is serious, intense even.

Your heart skips a beat. “You’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

“Only when it’s true,” he replies, moving a bit closer, so you can feel the warmth radiating off him. “It’s crazy to think we’ve been living in the same world for years and didn’t even know. I mean, the odds of us meeting here, of all places, are wild.”

“Yeah, it is,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I always thought when I met my soulmate, it would be all fireworks and fate and romance.”

He chuckles softly. “And here we are, talking about ketchup stains and fancy suits. Very romantic.”

You smile at that. “It has its charm, I suppose.”

Tony turns to face you, his expression shifting to something more serious. “So, what do you want to know about me? I mean, besides the obvious—that I’m a genius billionaire superhero.”

You can’t help but laugh again. “Okay, let’s skip the superhero part. What’s something about you that no one else knows?”

He thinks for a moment, and you can see the wheels turning in his head. “I’ll give you a fun one. I have a massive fear of failing. It’s part of why I push myself so hard. If I’m not the best, then what am I?”

You blink in surprise. “Really? I would have never guessed that. You always seem so confident, so in control.”

“That’s the façade,” he admits, looking out over the city again. “Most people don’t see the doubts that keep me up at night.”

“Wow. Thanks for sharing that with me,” you say softly. “It’s refreshing to hear something real.”

“Your turn,” he insists, turning to face you again. “What about you? What’s something that keeps you up at night?”

You take a breath, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. “I worry that I won’t ever be enough. That I’ll never make the impact I want to make in the world. It feels like I’m always chasing something, you know?”

Tony nods, his expression understanding. “Yeah, I get that. But you’re doing something amazing. You’re involved in renewable energy. That’s huge.”

“I suppose,” you say, a little shyly. “But I still feel like I could be doing more. I just want to make a difference.”

“You already are,” he says, his voice steady. “And now you’re my soulmate, which is a pretty big deal in itself. We can make a difference together.”

Your heart swells at the thought. “Together, huh?”

“Yeah. Together,” he repeats, stepping a little closer. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I think we could figure it out. What do you say?”

You look into his eyes, and it’s as if the world around you fades away. It’s just you and him, standing on a rooftop overlooking the city, two souls destined to find each other. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, a smile breaking across his face. “Because I definitely plan to keep you around.”

With that, he leans in, closing the distance between you, and for a moment, everything else fades away as your lips meet. It’s gentle at first, exploratory, but then deepens as the realization hits that you’re sharing this moment with your soulmate. The world is electric, and you feel the connection between you ignite.

When you finally pull away, breathless, you know this is only the beginning. There’s so much more to explore, to learn, and to discover together.

“Wow,” you breathe, your heart racing. “That was…”

“Yeah,” he interrupts, a teasing grin back on his face. “I know. Better than a ketchup stain, right?”

You can’t help but burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

And in that moment, as you stand together on the rooftop, laughter spilling into the night air, you realize that this was only the start of your incredible journey together. Soulmates, destined to make each other’s lives a little more colorful, ketchup stains and all.

For the next few weeks, life is a whirlwind. After that rooftop moment with Tony, things between you and him move fast but not in the way you expected. You see each other regularly, grabbing dinners, texting late at night, meeting up when you can. The chemistry is undeniable, and every time you're together, it feels like there's something bigger building between you two. But Tony's life is complicated. It comes with a lot of attention, and soon, the press starts to notice.

It begins with whispers, rumors on social media. Photos of you two at events surface, and the internet goes wild, speculating about who you are, what your relationship with Tony is, and, most importantly, whether you’re his new girlfriend or just another passing fling.

At first, it’s just gossip. But then it escalates.

One morning, you wake up to your phone buzzing uncontrollably. Texts, emails, and missed calls flood your notifications. You sit up in bed, confused, before your eyes land on one of the headlines plastered across your phone screen:

"Tony Stark’s New Mystery Woman: Another One in a Long Line of Flings?"

Your stomach drops. Another headline follows:

“Who is Y/N L/N? Stark’s Latest 'Arm Candy' or Something More?”

The articles are brutal. Some of them dig into your personal life, questioning your background, even speculating that you might be using Tony to further your career. Others call you names you can’t even bear to read. Worse, they paint Tony as a playboy who moves from one woman to the next, suggesting that you’re just the flavor of the month.

You throw your phone down on the bed, your hands shaking. How did it escalate so fast? It was just a few dinners, a couple of public appearances. You didn’t ask for this.

Later that day, you sit at a café, your mind buzzing with everything you’ve read. You're sipping your coffee when Tony shows up, his presence always commanding, but today there's something different in the air. He sits down across from you, the usual playful spark in his eyes replaced with concern.

"You're upset," he says simply, cutting right to the point.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Have you seen the headlines?"

Tony leans back, crossing his arms. "Yeah, I saw them. Look, this happens sometimes. People like to talk, especially when they don't know what's going on. You just have to ignore it."

“Ignore it?” You stare at him in disbelief. “Tony, they’re tearing me apart online. They’re acting like I’m some… some gold-digger who's using you, or worse, just a fling in your long history of flings."

His jaw tightens, and you can see the frustration building behind his calm exterior. "You know that’s not true. I know that’s not true. Who cares what some gossip sites say?"

“I care! I’m not used to this, Tony. This isn’t my world! I didn’t ask to have my life dragged through the mud because of who I’m spending time with.”

He reaches across the table and takes your hand, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles. "I know this is hard. But people are always going to talk. I’ve been dealing with this for years. It sucks, but it doesn’t last forever."

You pull your hand back, frustration bubbling up. "But it’s different for you. You’ve been in the spotlight your whole life. People expect this from you. For me, it’s… humiliating. My colleagues are seeing these headlines. My family. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be called a fling? To be dismissed like I don’t matter?"

Tony exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I’m not dismissing you. I never would."

"It’s not about you dismissing me. It’s about everyone else thinking that’s what’s happening." You bite your lip, looking down at your coffee cup. "I just… I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this. The attention, the gossip. I wasn’t prepared for any of it."

“I can’t make the headlines go away,” Tony says softly. “But I can stand by you through them. If this is too much for you, I’ll understand. But if you want to stay, if you want to try… I’m not going anywhere."

There’s an honesty in his eyes that makes your breath catch. You can see the vulnerability there, the rawness he’s trying to share with you. Tony Stark, the man who is larger than life, standing before you and offering something real.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision you’re about to make. "I don’t want to walk away from this, Tony. I just… I need to know that you’re in this for real. No games, no casual flings. If we’re doing this, it has to be serious."

“It is,” he says immediately, no hesitation. “I’m in this for real, Y/N. No games. No flings."

The sincerity in his voice melts some of the fear inside you. You nod slowly, your shoulders relaxing just a bit. "Okay. Then… let’s do this."

A smile spreads across his face, that familiar Stark confidence returning. "Good. Because I wasn’t planning on letting you go that easily."

You smile back, feeling some of the tension lift. For the first time in days, you feel like maybe, just maybe, this could work.

But as soon as you begin to relax, your phone vibrates again. You glance at the screen, and your stomach tightens as you see another headline flash across the notification:

"EXCLUSIVE: Sources Claim Stark’s ‘Soulmate’ is After His Fortune—Friends Warn He’s Being Played."

You feel the blood drain from your face. Tony’s brow furrows as he notices the change in your expression.

“What is it?” he asks, but before you can answer, his phone buzzes, too. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen before cursing under his breath.

“I’ll handle this,” he says quickly, anger flashing in his eyes. “This is just some idiot trying to stir up trouble. I’ll talk to the press. I’ll clear this up.”

But it doesn’t feel like it’s just gossip anymore. It feels personal, and it feels like whoever is behind this wants to tear you apart.

“Tony…” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if this doesn’t stop? What if this just keeps getting worse?”

His jaw tightens, and he steps closer to you, determination hardening his gaze. “I told you, I’m not letting this come between us. Whoever’s behind this, we’ll deal with it. Together.”

Tony doesn’t waste any time. The moment he sees the new headline, he’s in action mode. His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow with determination. He’s dealt with attacks like this before, but this time, it’s personal—and he’s not going to let someone mess with what the two of you have.

“We need to find out who’s feeding these stories to the press,” he says, already typing away on his phone. “There’s no way this is just random gossip. Someone’s deliberately trying to stir things up.”

You sit there, still shaken by the headlines, but his confidence is a bit reassuring. “How do we even start? I mean, the media… they don’t just reveal their sources, do they?”

“They don’t. But I have people. We’ll find out who’s behind this.”

Over the next few days, Tony taps into every resource he has, which, unsurprisingly, is a lot. He calls in favors from friends in the media, tech experts, and even digs into security footage from recent events you’ve attended together. The digging takes time, and while Tony handles most of the legwork, you can see the toll it’s taking on him. His usual carefree attitude fades into something more serious. He’s laser-focused on protecting you, and it makes your heart ache to see how much he’s willing to fight for you.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Tony gets a lead.

“Got it,” he announces one night, barging into your apartment with a determined look on his face. “It’s someone on the board at Stark Industries. A guy named Victor Lanning.”

“Victor Lanning?” you ask, the name unfamiliar to you.

Tony nods, his expression darkening. “He’s been pushing for more influence within the company, and apparently, he didn’t like that I’ve been ‘distracted’ with personal matters lately. Decided to use our relationship to try and weaken me publicly. Classic power move.”

You blink, trying to process what he’s saying. “So, this was all about business? About him trying to make you look bad so he could… what? Get your job?”

Tony sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Something like that. He figured if he made me look like I wasn’t focused, the board would start questioning my leadership. And what better way to make me look distracted than to spin it like you’re using me? It’s a dirty move, but it’s not the first time someone’s tried to pull something like this.”

Your stomach churns with a mixture of anger and disgust. “All of this because I’m your soulmate? Because he thinks I’m a distraction?”

Tony steps closer, his hand finding yours. “He doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re going to set the record straight. I’ll deal with him. But first, we need to clear your name.”

You nod, feeling a spark of hope. “What do we do?”

Tony smirks, that familiar glint of mischief back in his eyes. “We go public. Officially.”

The next morning, the press conference is set. Tony’s team works fast, organizing everything within hours. You’re nervous as you stand beside him backstage, waiting for your cue. Tony notices your fidgeting and gently takes your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Hey,” he whispers, leaning in close. “You’ve got this. We’ve got this.”

You nod, feeling a little steadier with him by your side.

Finally, it’s time. The two of you walk out to the flashing lights of cameras and a sea of reporters, their voices buzzing with curiosity. Tony stands tall, confident, as always, but there's a gentleness in the way he holds your hand.

“Thank you all for coming,” Tony begins, his voice firm yet calm. “I wanted to address some recent rumors about my personal life. It’s no secret that I’ve been in the headlines recently, and a lot of the things being said are completely false. Someone from my company decided to spread lies because they didn’t like the fact that I’ve been spending time with Y/N. But the truth is, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. And if people want to attack her to get to me, well, I’m not going to let that happen."

You glance at him, and he gives you an encouraging nod before continuing.

“But more importantly, I want to clear up something that actually matters,” Tony says, his tone softening. “The woman standing beside me, Y/N L/N, is not just some ‘fling’ or ‘arm candy.’ She’s... well, she’s my soulmate.”

A wave of murmurs spreads through the crowd, but Tony keeps going, his eyes steady on yours. “Yeah, you heard that right. We’ve got the tattoos to prove it.”

The reporters lean forward, the flashes of cameras intensifying as you and Tony raise your wrists, showing your matching tattoos. There, in plain sight, are the words that started it all. Your tattoo reads: "I wonder if she knows she has a ketchup stain on her shirt." and his reads: "Huh, he’s taller than I thought."

The room falls quiet for a moment, the weight of the reveal sinking in. Then, slowly, Tony speaks again, his voice quieter but more intimate, as if he’s speaking just to you, even though everyone can hear.

“The first time I saw her, I wasn’t thinking about business or my reputation or anything else. I was just thinking about how she had this charming, messy moment, and it made me smile. She was real. And that’s the thing: Y/N makes me feel like I can be real, too.”

Your heart swells at his words, and you can’t help but smile.

The room erupts in questions, but Tony raises a hand to quiet them down. "That’s all we wanted to say. The rumors? Ignore them. The truth? It’s right here."

He turns to you, his eyes soft, and in that moment, it feels like it’s just the two of you again. “So, are we done with the press?” he asks, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a playful grin.

You laugh, relieved, and nod. “Definitely.”

As you walk off the stage, hand in hand, you feel a weight lift off your shoulders. The truth is out there now, and it’s your truth. No more hiding, no more rumors.

Once you’re out of sight from the cameras, Tony pulls you into a gentle hug, his lips brushing against your temple. “Told you we’d get through this.”

You wrap your arms around him, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. “I know. I’m just glad it’s over.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking with yours, a soft smile on his face. “It’s not over. This is just the beginning.”

And in that moment, you know he’s right. Together, you’ve faced the storm, and now, with the world finally knowing the truth, you can move forward. Together, as soulmates.

Flaws, ketchup stains, and all.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

For the Longest Time

Steve Rogers x Reader

Fandom: MCU

Summary: In 1943, Steve was visited by his soulmate, a girl from the future who already knew him. Decades later, after waking up in a brave new world, Steve meets his soulmate again, except she hasn’t met him yet. And she won’t travel to 1943—or know he’s her soulmate—for another year.

Note: This is a continuation/prequel/whatever you wanna call it to A Long, Long Time, a Steve Soulmate AU I wrote a while back. Long story short, I watched Knives Out again and got Steve Rogers brainrot. Happens to the best of us. I might write a third part if there’s interest…

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Word Count: 2.2k

Reader Is: Steve’s Soulmate, Super-Powered, Female

Steve remembered the day you’d met—for the second time, though he didn’t realize that right away—like it was tattooed on his brain. It was a few years after he’d come out of the ice and he had taken Tony’s advice to get out more, which had led him to the mall.

By some stroke of fate, it happened to be the day a pyromaniac with a flamethrower was there, but before he could even spring into action, you did, hands out in front of you and what seemed to be an invisible shield poised there, redirecting the flames and protecting the teenage movie theater employee that had nearly been caught in the crossfire.

A quick flick of your wrist knocked the attacker’s gun out of his hands, giving Steve the opportunity to step in and apprehend the guy.

You sat on a bench after, breathing heavy, a cut on your forehead from the shattered glass of the skylight. The paramedics were taking care of the civilians, and Steve wandered right over, impressed.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad everyone is okay.” You told him, meeting his eyes.

He finally got a good look at you and froze, looking bewildered. A deer in headlights. “You’re…”

It was you. Of course it was you. Since the moment he’d been unfrozen, he’d been looking for you. His soulmate. The girl from the future that popped in on his twenty-fifth birthday, turned his whole life on its head, and then left without warning, hours after their first kiss. Back when he was five-foot-nothing with asthma and more medical conditions than he could even remember.

Back before he was anything.

And you’d loved him anyway. You’d given him the day of a lifetime and hope for not only a future, but for love. That someone could love him for him despite it all.

“I know.” You knew? “I…I don’t know what it is or…why I can do it.”

Your powers, you meant. You thought he was talking about your powers and not your name, which was burning a hole into his wrist beneath the thick leather band keeping it hidden.

“Right. Well, it’s…” He sighed, gathering his words, hiding the elation and pain behind a warm smile. “It’s a good thing you were here. I don’t have my shield on me.”

“Mine is built in.” You chuckled.

“You, uh…have a cut. On your forehead.”

“Oh, do I?” You reached up and found it with your fingers and they came away a bit bloody. “Shit.”

“Come on.” He offered you his hand and you took it, letting him lead you over to the counter of the theater. “Hi, do you have a first aid kit?”

“Yeah, of course.” The girl at the counter said, rushing to grab it.

Steve patched you up with gentle hands, off in a corner on your own. Staring up at him, you finally realized the obvious. This was Captain America. And he was using a careful finger to spread a triple antibiotic ointment on your cut.

Play it cool, (Y/N).

“Do you do this often? The hero thing?” Steve asked.

“No.” You shrugged. “Haven’t had much opportunity thankfully. I mean…I’d like to, I just didn’t know how to…get into it, I guess. Any email I sent to Stark or S.H.I.E.L.D. or whatever would end up on a slush pile.”

“Well, I’ve got some connections. If you’re seriously considering it. I can’t say I recommend it, but…Obviously you’ve got that protective instinct and you seem to work well under pressure.”

“My heart is about to leap out of my chest.” You admitted, laughing as he carefully laid a Bandaid over the cut, closing the kit.

“That makes two of us.”

“But, yeah, if you think I’m really cut out for it…I’d love to help.”

***

It was those words that sealed your fate. Three days later, someone from Stark Industries got in contact with you and before you knew it, you were on a plane to the Avengers’ remote facility in Upstate New York with a bag full of clothes, a handful of books, and a dream. You met the others, Wanda, Natasha, Bruce. Eventually Bucky came into the mix, too, Steve’s friend from before the ice who…had a staring problem, you were pretty sure. He kept looking at you, seemingly bewildered you were there.

You never did figure out why.

After a particularly tricky mission in rural Kentucky, you had landed yourself in the infirmary, taking a pretty long nap complete with an IV and a heartrate monitor.

It was Nat that found Steve in there, wringing his hands, tears in his eyes. It was the one secret he still had: you were his soulmate and wouldn’t know it for another six months. Your name had been etched onto his wrist for seventy years, through the transformation, through the ice, through everything.

“She’s gonna be okay, Steve. Bruce thinks she might wake up soon.” Nat comforted, sitting in the chair next to him. She put a hand on his shoulder, confused by her friend’s sudden mood.

“I know, I just…” He shook his head. “I’m worried about her is all.”

Nat pressed her lips together, tilting her head. “This seems like a little more than that. You wanna tell me what’s really going on?”

That was her super power, he remembered. She was a human lie detector.

“I can, just…not here.” Steve nodded, leading her out of the room, out of your earshot, but still in sight thanks to the soundproof windows.

Nat’s hands settled on her hips, waiting for an answer. Instead, Steve took the cuff off of his wrist and held it out to her, letting her read the letters that had been etched there for the better part of a century.

Her jaw dropped. She stammered, arms crossing. She met his eyes and when she saw the sadness there, the guilt and longing, her expression softened.

“I should have told her. A long time ago, I should have told her but I can’t. In six months, on her twenty-fifth, she’s going back in time to 1943 to meet me on mine. And it…didn’t seem like she knew until she was already there.”

“So you’ve just been holding it in this whole time?” Natasha asked. “You’ve been in love with her…”

“Since the forties, yeah.” Steve nodded. “My great lost love, as Tony likes to call her when he rags on the band I wear.”

“Does he know?”

“No. Just you. And Bucky.” Steve amended. “He was there when she…”

“Right. Weird.” Natasha let out a long sigh, looking through the window. “Well do you need any help with that? I can get some information out of her. I’ll be super subtle, I promise.”

“I don’t know. She probably thinks my soulmate is dead, too.”

“Ironic.”

“No kidding.” Steve sighed. “Well, I guess if she says anything, let me know. It’s kind of a relief someone else knows.”

“We’ll get you through it, Steve. Six more months. That’s nothing.”

“Yeah.” Steve gazed longingly through the window. “I’m gonna sit with her for a while. I don’t want her to wake up alone.”

He slinked back into the infirmary and sat in the chair beside your bed, watching your steady breaths and listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. Natasha watched him through the window, heart strings pulled as tight as they’d ever been. Her best friend was in love and there was almost nothing he could do about it.

***

Three months later, you, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Nat got snowed in on a mission in Alaska. The little cabin you’d been sent to was unreachable by any of the jets the team could send and besides, it wasn’t worth the risk of Clint or someone getting stuck out there in this.

But despite the fireplace raging with fresh-chopped wood, you were still shivering, all wrapped up for the night.

Steve watched you, forlorn. Natasha nudged him, motioning towards you. He chuckled and shook his head. He couldn’t. Right? What, take advantage of you in your vulnerable state.

Bucky seemed to agree with Nat, grinning into his mug of coffee, giving him some caffeine for his night watch.

Steve got up off of his seat, walked towards the fireplace and adjusted the logs, adding another small one for good measure. He looked back at the others, who were aggressively encouraging him to go over to you, and gave in.

He knelt down in front of you, clearing his throat, which caused you to jolt awake.

“Is everything okay? Are we under attack?”

Steve chuckled. “No, uh, we’re all good. Are you cold?”

“Kind of, yeah.” You admitted. “I’ll be okay, though, I promise.”

“Do you…want some company?” He asked, unsure of how to word it. “I…run warm.”

“Do you mind?” You asked, sitting up a little.

His heart raced. This was going better than he thought. “Here, um…” He raised the blanket on top of you and wiggled in underneath you, letting you lead as the two of you settled.

“God, you do run warm.” You hummed, all but collapsing against him, a hand flat against his chest while you adjusted.

“I didn’t always.” He said, voice sincere. “Buck and I used to have to share a bed in the winter. It was brutal.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Yeah, he snores.” Steve joked, earning a laugh.

“Oh I know. I can hear him three doors down back at home.”

“And I can hear you from the other room!” Bucky called, sending you and Steve into a fit of giggles, like kids at a sleepover. “It’s a small cabin.”

You heard him and Sam devolve into a bickering match about the truth of whether or not Bucky actually snored that loud.

You looked up at Steve, asking “is it okay if I put my arm here?” while carefully draping an arm across him.

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded, leaning against the pillows and pulling the blanket up around your shoulders.

You rested your head on his firm chest, listening to the way his heart was racing. Cute.

The drowsiness took over almost immediately, his warmth lulling you to sleep after a long day undercover out in the snow. You were asleep in minutes, breaths slow and long and even.

But once he was absolutely sure you were out, Steve pressed the gentlest kiss to your forehead, grateful beyond words to have you in his arms again.

***

“You thought today was her birthday???” Natasha asked, incredulous in the kitchen.

“I got nervous!” Steve defended. “I saw it on her whiteboard in front of her door and I thought—”

“I think Scott wrote that the last time he was here. He keeps track of all of that.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Steve replied, shaking his head. “Well, does she have any birthday plans?”

“Yeah, Wanda and I are taking her out shopping this afternoon. Tony gave her his card. And then the party tomorrow night.”

Steve nodded. “Okay, good. That buys me some time.”

“You got a plan?”

“I’ve had a plan.” Steve admitted. “Been sitting on it for about seventy years, in fact.”

***

You got out of bed, got dressed, and headed to the mall with Natasha and Wanda. The same mall, in fact, that you and Steve had met in the first place.

“Where was it?” Wanda asked, wearing a very fashionable pair of shades.

“Right over there.” You pointed to the spot in front of the movie theater, up on the second floor of the mall. “Guy with a flamethrower and a dream. He’s in jail now.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get when you dream of arson.” Nat said, causing you and Wanda to laugh.

You shopped around for clothes, got some pretzels at the Wetzels, and window shopped. You already had what you were pretty sure you were going to wear the following night. It wasn’t every day one of the Avengers turned twenty five and met their soulmate. Tony was determined to make it a spectacle. He had a habit of doing that, it seemed.

In the food court, you seemed kind of down, chin resting against your fist. Wanda picked up on it first.

“It will all be okay, (Y/N). There is nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, I know, I just…I don’t know. I’m stressed about it. Tomorrow I get the answer to the question I’ve been asking for twenty-five years. I just can’t believe it’s almost here. And…I don’t know, there’s just a lot of variables. What if they don’t like me?”

“Come on, (Y/N), what’s not to like?” Natasha said, digging her spoon into her blizzard from the Dairy Queen.

“I don’t know…It’s just a lot to think about.” You said, leaving it at that. You didn’t know how to begin to explain to them that you had feelings for someone already, one of your coworkers no less, and someone who already had a soulmate, despite the fact that he’d lost her nearly a century before.

You wondered why Steve never looked for her. Or maybe she’d passed before he even resurfaced. It was sad. A guy like that didn’t deserve the heartbreak. He deserved to be loved.

The three of you finished your shopping trip and then returned to the Facility, where you unpacked the new odds and ends you’d acquired. Steve checked on you again, offering you words of wisdom, a comforting hug. He promised that your soulmate would love you, whoever they were.

Little did you know, he already did.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Mafia!Bucky’s Daughter x Klaus M.

(This will be a several chapter story and for anyone who read the original Thought I posted on it, I’ve decided to change it up a bit. The event will be the first time Klaus and Y/n meet in Klaus’ Human form)

Warning: Mentions of Traumatic Birth Resulting in a Hysterectomy, Father Abandonment, Near Death Experience

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Bucky had been an amazing father throughout Y/n’s entire childhood.

She loved her Daddy more than anyone in the world and was most assuredly a Daddy’s Girl!

James Barnes had married his girl a few months after finding out she was carrying his child and he never regretted it for a moment. Honestly, he had been trying to get her pregnant since they had met. Unfortunately there had been complications during the pregnancy and their child was born at only 28 weeks, resulting in an emergency hysterectomy and one perfect (albeit early) baby girl. Bucky had been there every single day, even after his wife had been released from the hospital, visiting his Babygirl for hours every day, (regardless of any work he needed to get done) until the Doctors decided she was well enough to go home. Bucky knew, even though they could never have any more children, that Y/F/n was perfect and he would never need anything more.

He had put off his work for nearly an entire month while caring for her. His wife was healing from a traumatic birth and he refused to let anyone but the two of them hold his child. It wasn’t until some idiot made a threat against his family the he snapped back into his normal routine (after killing the idiot of course) and finally let Steve hold his daughter for the first time. Bucky knew that if anyone was going to protect his daughter with the same ferocity he would, that it would be Steve, she was his Godchild after all and he loved Bucky’s girl like his own niece.

The Mob Boss began spending shorter days working and more time with his wife and baby, wanting to be a better father than the one he had, and he was. He was the best father Y/n could have asked for…until she turned 12.

As she grew up her father spent less and less time with her and while she originally assumed it was him just being weird about her growing up, it wasn’t something he got over and it only got worse. He no longer took her to his events, no longer went on shopping trips with her or had their monthly “Daddy/Daughter Day” that had been a tradition since she was 4 years old. Not even his wife could convince him to get over whatever his problem was, knowing he didn’t know what to do with a teenage girl and that he was terrified of messing something up and hurting her and so he just pulled away completely.

Y/n missed her father more than anything and didn’t stop taking it personally until she was 16 years old and he missed her sweet 16 for work, something he had never done before. It was that day that she realized whatever his problem was, it was exactly that. His problem. She was done making excuses for him and that night she gave up on him as he had clearly done on her.

Y/n’s mother seemed to be the only one to realize that whether it took a day, a year or a decade, this would not end well for them in the end but once Bucky made his mind up there was no changing it. A trait, unfortunately, that he passed onto his daughter.

Y/n had opted not to go to college, spending her time writing books that one of her fathers publishing companies was happy to print and that (under an alias) sold very well. She knew that she wanted to leave, to get away from the big empty house where she felt unloved and unneeded, but where could she go that her father wouldn’t find her? Who could she trust that he couldn’t bribe? This was her life, whether she liked it or not, as even if her father ignored her, he would still never let her go. She knew that people would still see her as a target to get to him through, though she thought it pointless, and so he would never let her leave no matter how badly she wanted her own life.

Little did she know she was about to meet someone who would change the course of her life completely.

The true love she wrote about in her books, the fictional idea of soulmates and 2 people belonging together isn’t so fictional after all.

Klaus had spent the last thousand years with one goal in mind.

Breaking his curse.

And here he was, 1000 years after being cursed by his mother, finally free.

He had planned to change other wolves. Planned to start searching for them and building up his army so strong that no one would ever threaten him again, especially not Mikael, but that seemed to be the farthest thing from his mind right now.

He had broken the curse and daggered his brother, getting himself out of the town of horrible memories that was Mystic Falls. He was driving towards the Rocky Mountains where he knew several packs of werewolves resided but after putting up with the building pressure in his head for several hours that seemed to just get stronger and stronger he couldn’t ignore the wolf howling anymore.

He needed to run.

He was somewhere in New York, not far outside the city but far enough that the skyscrapers were gone and replaced with wonderful forests and landscapes. Parking his truck, he walked his way into the trees and laid his clothes on a log, pushing through his shift as quickly as he could and settling into his new body.

In this form he could still think clearly, but his wolf was much more at the forefront of his mind, controlling most of his actions and finally getting to enjoy himself after a millennium of being painfully repressed. And so he ran. He ran through the trees, watching other animals scatter away from his presence and it wasn’t long before he realized that his wolf was looking for something…sniffing for something. However just as he attempted to gain control and go back to the car he caught a wonderful scent. It was amazing, consisting of lavender and the smell of the sky after a heavy thunderstorm…it was the most perfect thing he had ever smelled and as his paws hit the ground hard he began to slow, rounding a line of trees and stopping short as his eyes took in the sight of a girl sat on an old dock.

Klaus could see the girls profile from where he now sat and she was gorgeous. Long, soft Y/H/c hair and big, round Y/E/c eyes that he wanted to be looking at him right now as well as a cute nose and full pink lips that his wolf seemed to only imagine wrapped around his-

His line of thought was cut off by a cracking sound from the old wood and he jumped to his feet just as the girl screamed, disappearing under the dark water. He took several steps forward, waiting to see her come back up but after 3 never ending seconds he was moving once again, faster than he ever had before. He couldn’t identify why he cared at all, only last night he was slaughtering everyone in his path after breaking his curse but now the mere thought of this girl being gone felt like someone drilling a hole into his heart.

As he got to the end of the long dock he leapt into the water, barely registering the freezing cold temperature as he swam down, seeing her flailing and instantly realizing she couldn’t swim. He grabbed the collar of her shirt with his teeth and dragged her up to the surface, pulling her up the muddy bank to the grass and watching closely as she choked up a lot of water, breathing heavily for several minutes on the ground before he nuzzled his nose against her cheek and she gasped, jumping back and nearly choking all over again.

Klaus once again felt like he wasn’t in control of his body which hated but as he laid down in front of her he whined softly, peeking up and watching as she hesitantly held out her hand and rested it on his wet head. He felt his heart stutter as she smiled down at him, continuing to scratch behind his ears with both hands now. ‘You saved my life…thank you. Good boy.’ She praised and while Klaus wanted to scoff, instead he felt his tail wagging behind him causing him to turn his head to see the offending limb and growl at it. ‘You’re a silly boy, aren’t you?’ She laughed, but as she did he noticed how her body had begun to shake from the cold. He stood, moving closer and leaning against her with his warm body making her smile. ‘Come on, let’s go get dried off, huh?’ She stood up carefully and moved to walk back passed the dock, turning to see he hadn’t budged. ‘Come on then! I’ll get you some food?’ With that promise he jumped up, trotting after her, shaking his body off as a wet dog normally would.

The walk wasn’t long before Klaus saw a cabin-like mansion in the woods making him wonder who this girl was that she lived like this, though it didn’t much matter since she was his now either way.

That thought gave him pause as it had come so casually, so normal for his brain to think but it felt right, not just to his wolf mind but to him all around, this girl is his now. He had saved her and she belongs to him.

‘Come in…shh, let’s go.’ She shushed him and he followed her through the sliding door, trying his best to keep his claws on the hard wood floor quiet as he walked through the kitchen with her and up what he assumed was a back staircase. He followed her down the upstairs hall and into a bedroom before she shut and locked the door. ‘Okay…you have to promise not to bite me, okay?’ He tilted his head before sitting down on the floor. ‘No! No, don’t sit, come on! Bathroom!’ She quickly led him to the bathroom and shut the door, turning on the shower. It was a large bathroom and he decided to do as she asked, walking into the glass shower with her as he truly recognized that he was covered in mud. The shower head turned on and rained down from the ceiling and he somehow felt even more like a wet dog as he sat down, grumbling before turning his head and feeling his eyes widen when he realized that his girl had completely stripped naked. She grabbed some shampoo and knelt down beside him, scrubbing the mud away as much as she could and he whined, nuzzling his face between her breasts as she did making her giggle and turn his face away. ‘Bad dog.’ She scolded with a smile on her face.

He allowed her to scrub him with the shampoo before sitting against the wall and watching as she washed her own hair, enjoying the sight he was being gifted from the Gods right now.

The shower was over quickly and she held Klaus down, rubbing him over with a towel before using another one for herself and pulling on some fuzzy pajamas.

‘Okay, are you hungry? You want some food buddy, huh?’ He barked and she laughed, opening the door and walking back down the stairs to the kitchen where a man stood eating ice cream. ‘Hey Steve.’ She greeted and as the man went to greet her back he jumped, staring at Klaus in shock.

‘Y/n! What the Fuck is that thing?!’ He snapped.

Huh…Y/n. At least now he knows his girls name.

‘It’s called a wolf Steve…are you losing it?’ She teased, turning on the stove and pouring some oil into a pan.

‘Where did you get it?!’ She shrugged.

‘I met him on my walk earlier, he’s a sweetheart. I just gave him a bath so he doesn’t stink anymore and now he’s gonna get a big, juicy steak! Isn’t he?! Yes he is! Cause he’s such a good boy!’ There was a part of Klaus that wanted to roll his eyes at being spoken to like a pet but it was a small part compared to the wolf part that quite likes her caring for him and being called a ‘Good Boy’ which was new for him…and the part of his wolf that also really wants that steak.

She held it down on all sides in the pan to color before allowing it to cook, turning to the fridge and grabbing milk, making herself a bowl of cereal, flipping the steak in between. ‘Kid, you can’t keep him, you know that. Right?’

She looked up at Steve with a glare. ‘Of course I can! He’s my friend, and it’s not like I can’t afford to buy him food. Look, it’s not your business Steve, okay? Just stay out of it.’ Y/n told him as she cleaned up and Steve glared half heartedly prompting Klaus to growl, both of them looking at him in shock. ‘No, none of that. It’s okay. The mean man isn’t going to take you away, I promise.’ Y/n knelt down and scratched behind his ears, prompting the groan that rose in his throat almost like a purring noise-one that Klaus would deny making until the day he dies.

With that Steve was walking out of the room and Y/n was cutting up the steak before turning and walking back up to her room with everything on a tray.

‘Here bud.’ She gestured beside the bed and he moved beside her, laying down and allowing her to put the bowl of steak in front of him as well as one full of bottled water. ‘Don’t worry about Steve, he just works for my Dad. They’ve been best friends since they were kids. My Dad will never say anything about you to me, he’ll make my Mom do it, he stopped talking to me a long time ago.’ She explained, turning on her TV and eating her cereal. He looked up at her and tilted his head making her smile. ‘Aww, you’re so cute! It’s like you’re actually listening to me…my Dad is the head of the Mafia here in New York, has been for years. We used to be close…really close…I was Daddy’s little girl, ya know?’ Klaus could see and hear the pain in her when she spoke about him. Her father had clearly really hurt her and he didn’t like that one little bit. ‘He just stopped loving me one day. Stopped taking me to all his events, stopped having our Daddy/Daughter Days…he just stopped talking to me all together…how is that fair?! I didn’t do anything but grow up! He had to know that was gonna happen, right?! What kind of fucking moron doesn’t? But he gets mad at me for what? Being a teenager? I didn’t stop talking to him, or start treating him badly-isn’t that my job? I’m supposed to be the mean one now! And yet my grown father is treating me like shit!?’

Klaus could see how angry she was getting and wanted to comfort his mate as the tears began falling. Clearly she had been keeping these feelings inside for a long time, probably having no one to talk to. If what she said about her father is true then anyone in this house would probably run and tell on her for anything she said about him, except maybe her mother.

He jumped up onto the bed and licked over her face, prompting her to giggle as he did, snuggling up against her and making her wrap her arms around him. ‘Thanks Bud…I have to call you something…what should your name be?’ She wondered and Klaus prayed silently for his mate not to name his wolf something stupid. ‘We could go with something classic for a black dog like…Shadow or Sirius?’ He grumbled, not wanting to be named after the dog from Harry Potter. ‘Too boring, something exotic then like…Obsidian or Pandora! No, wait, that’s a girls name…you are a boy, right?’ She asked, leaning over as if to check and he “yipped” snapping his teeth together. ‘Okay, you’re a boy. I’m teasing, I bathed you, remember?’ Yes, he remembers, he had to be very conscious of not having any issues there while she was rubbing her soft hands over every inch of his body. ‘I got it! We’ll call you Fenrir, after the wolf God, Lokis son. He’s a huge wolf, strong and brave. Misunderstood and abused…and really loyal. Like my good boy right here.’

Klaus had to admit, of all the stupid names she could have picked, he liked that one. It fit, that would have to be his wolfs name from now on and according to the howl in his head he didn’t mind.

Klaus snuggled up with Y/n as it got darker outside and she began to drift off, allowing her to hold onto him as she fell asleep. He stayed there for a while as she slept, watching the TV before the door opened and a women stepped in.

‘Y/n, you aren’t going to believe this. Steve is insisting you have a wolf in your-‘ she cut herself off as she made eye contact with Klaus and he lifted his head to look at her before grumbling and resting his head down across Y/n’s back. ‘This won’t end well…’

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I need a Tommy and Billy PLATONIC (I'm stressing that) soulmate!au fic where we get to see them acting like siblings.

[ageofevermore]

STRAWBERRY PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH

SUMMARY — natasha swings by to spend the day with you, bringing along somebody else to ease you into the pack dynamic

WARNINGS — omegaverse, soulmates, mentions of panic attacks and the aftermath of panic attacks, blood, kitchen knife, natasha showing off some dominance

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Despite being an early riser most days, you didn’t wake up until after noon, and even by then, you weren’t pleased with the intrusion of light in your apartment. You whined into your pillows, tossing in the too-warm bed before deciding that you had to get up and get ready. Your entire body ached as you changed from your soft silk pajama set into a light pastel mini dress. You pulled a matching cardigan out of your closet and threw it onto your unmade bed, ready and waiting for if today's events led you to venturing outside.

You had shuffled around your apartment for almost half an hour, brushing out your hair and doing your makeup, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet when one of your favorite songs played through the bluetooth speakers that you had synced around the small, but cozy space. You almost hadn’t heard the three knocks on your front door over the soft hum of the guitar instrumental and the pill bottle in your hand, but you did and your heart burst with uncontainable excitement.

You had been itching to see Natasha again since she’d left last night. So much so that even your dreams were plagued with fairytales of those soft green eyes and red hair. God, having your mates in your life was unlike anything you had imagined it to be. You were about to open the front door when your heart sank to her stomach. Natasha was great. She was darling, even. But she had brought somebody else with her this time, and even with the warning and explicit permission, your could feel the ache in your muscles increasing as your anxiety spiked.

So, you nervously peeked out the peephole, trying to calm your racing heart before it became a problem you couldn’t handle on your own. You could see Natasha, but whoever she brought with her was standing just out of sight. It took everything in you to actually answer the door and not retire to your bed for the rest of the day in a pile of embarrassment and dread.

“H-Hi.” You mumbled shyly, already fiddling with the hem of your short dress. You were glad that you’d opted for this one, because had it been any longer in length you would’ve been left to awkwardly twirl strands of brown hair around your fingers and cling to nothing but hope that your mates wouldn’t notice how they trembled.

Natasha smiled fondly at the girl in front of her. “Hi sweetheart, you look beautiful.” She noted, eyes trailing over the soft pink dress that you had picked out, though her amusement truly lied in the fact that on her Omega’s feet were mitch matched polkadot socks, one pink and the other blue.

You stumbled to find a response, ultimately coming up with a weak and bashful thank you. Natasha smiled fondly, though since last night she’d become aware of what the scent of anxiety was like on the Omega. She frowned, cursing herself for thinking this wouldn’t shake you. She was proud her girl had managed this far without stuttering over herself too bad though. It seemed like the girl had a habit of doing so.

“This is Bucky, sweetheart.” Natasha informed, though she knew you were well aware of who he was. Your eyes kept trailing over to him, but every time they got close enough to really look at his face your looked away sheepishly. Both Alpha’s were on fire, wanting nothing more then to mark the precious girl standing in the doorway.

“H-Hi. I’m Y/N.” You nervously greeted, holding your hand out for the assassin to shake. You were trembling, but the mantra of, ‘you’re okay’ repeating in your head was helping to keep most of the shivers at bay. Bucky smiled fondly at your, lifting the trembling hand to his lips, noting how cold the otherwise soft skin was.

Neither Alpha said anything about how long they’d been standing out in the hallway for, but you soon realized that for yourself and your face burnt with a gentle pink blush. Natasha giggled, stepping into the cozy space when you offered, immediately taking in everything she could.

The small apartment wasn’t overly clean and tidy. It was clean, cleaner then Tony’s room had ever been, but it was also lived in. You didn’t have dishes in the sink, but you did have cups and bowls on a drying mat not far away. There wasn’t any water around the dishware, telling Natasha that you had probably washed them and set them out to dry another day. The living room was all the same. A pair of slippers were thrown around, and there were two blankets on the couch, but other than that your jackets were either all put away somewhere else or hanging neatly on the back of chairs. It was a space that radiated your gentle energy, and selfishly Natasha wanted to absorb it and replicate it in the tower.

What Bucky noticed that Natasha had overlooked, was the open pill bottle on the countertop. His lips curled in concern, not wanting to overstep his boundaries and your comfort, but wanting to assure that his Omega was feeling above the weather. “You feelin’ alright, Doll?” He asked, and you traced his gaze back to the open tylenol bottle. You blushed red, shuffling towards the counter with a bowed head.

“Had a bad attack yesterday,” You summed up, looking unsure on whether you should continue before ultimately deciding that it wouldn’t hurt. “E-Everything aches afterwards and I fell asleep before I could take anything last night.” You spoke softly, and both Bucky and Natasha frowned thinking about how much pain you must’ve been in if you were digging through medicine cabinets looking for help.

Bucky nodded understandingly. Natasha had told them in detail about her day with you, and he might've been the one the most upset about your anxiety attack. The man was plagued with trauma from a handful of decades as a deadly weapon away from his mates. He understood your suffering probably the best besides Natasha.

“You have any water yet today, sweetheart?” Natasha asked casually, sitting down at your kitchen island when the younger girl led them over to the space. There was a clear Starbucks water cup sitting on the counter, looking like it hadn’t been touched, which was truly the only reason Natasha asked. She didn’t want to overwhelm the Omega with rules they hadn’t even discussed and agreed upon yet, though she would definitely make the three cups of water rule nonnegotiable.

You shook her head, blushing at Natasha’s question. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, or attention at all really. You didn’t know how you were supposed to react, or if you were allowed to react at all. “I only just woke up.”

Bucky laughed at that. He’d listened to Natasha drone on for hours the night before, rambling about all the ticks and traits she’d subtly picked up on, and she had confidently placed a bet with Steve that their early riser would remain bedridden until well into the afternoon. It looks like she’s just won herself ten dollars and a chance to top in their next session.

Natasha didn’t have to ask you to drink the water though, because before either assassin could say anything about the late wake up, you were putting her lips around the straw delicately and both of them wanted to groan aloud. Apparently Natasha wasn’t bluffing when she’d warned the men about your innocent and subconscious flirting.

“It’s pretty late to just be getting up, dorogoy.” Natasha hums, and she giggles at the way you let your shoulders relax at the pet name. Bucky doesn’t think you even noticed that your shoulders have been tense since you’d invited them inside, but nonetheless his heart warms seeing how you relax at Natasha’s gentle tone.

“That’s how it is after a bad attack. I don’t like getting up so late.” You spoke shyly, fiddling with the straw between your lips and avoiding both of your Alpha’s eyes. You still hadn’t taken the tylenol, and you weren’t sure why you suddenly felt apprehensive to in their presence. “Um, c-can I?” You motioned to the pills, trying hard to keep your cheeks from burning.

“Didn’t you just take them?” Natasha frowned. She could’ve sworn she heard the bottle rattling before you came to let them in. She’d been out of field practice for a while, but she didn’t think she’d started imagining the sound of half-full pill bottles.

You shook her head. “You knocked just as I got it open.” You mumbled, obviously embarrassed about your struggle with the child-locked bottle. Bucky couldn’t help his loud laugh that shook his chest, and both Natasha and you glared at him. Natasha because she wanted to laugh along with him, but knew it would set you on edge, and you because you hadn’t found your situation funny when your muscles already felt heavy. “‘s not funny, Buck!”

“I’m sorry, you’re right, Doll, it’s not funny at all.” He continued to taunt and you pouted deeper at him, huffing your chest outward in petty defiance. You had to admit the more he laughed the more you found amusement in the situation, but you were stubborn sometimes, usually in times when you’d gotten too little sleep and your body hurt.

“Stop teasing, the little one, Buck. If she pouts any harder I think she’ll pull the muscles in her lips.” Natasha teases, and you huff before breaking out into little giggles at their ridiculousness. God, you wished that you never had to leave this moment, although it would be better if your bones didn’t hurt and your head didn’t ache. “You can take them, baby. We don’t mind.” You nodded when you’d finally collected yourself, washing them down with a sip of the water. Your water that would become abandoned in only ten minutes when you moved on to fawning over a conversation with Bucky.

-

Natasha was watching her two mates fondly. Just after three, you had suggested that you start on lunch. Bucky had promptly refused, assuring that he and Natasha had already planned to take you out to a nice early dinner just before four. He’d quickly given into your plans when you’d persisted and batted your eyelashes at him, hardly even realizing that just your pout alone had changed his mind.

So, now the two were making sandwiches and salad. Bucky was dicing cucumbers, while you smothered two slices of white bread in peanut butter. Admittedly, you had never had a peanut butter and strawberry sandwich before right now, but the combination had sounded heavenly the minute that you’d heard it, and Bucky’s smile when you suggested it had made it worth it even if you would hate it.

“No, I still haven’t caught up on any films before the 2000s.” Bucky admitted, sliding the thinly diced cucumbers into the salad bowl. He’d made the mistake of getting you started on the topic of cinema and film, but seeing his girl come so far from the shy and stuttering Omega he’d been introduced to only a few hours ago made it worth it.

“B-But!” You looked up from the cutting board where you were slicing strawberries in half, completely flabbergasted by what you’d just heard. Bucky Barnes had been living as a free man for so many years, and he still hadn’t seen films like Tangled and The Hunger Games. A warning was on the tip of Natasha’s tongue to be careful, but it had happened just as the words surrounded the trio in the kitchen. Your lighthearted bantering had turned into pained whimpers and a sharp cry of pain when the cutting knife sliced your fingertip. “Fuck.” You sobbed, a good chunk of your finger ripped open by the sharp blade. Both Alpha’s hearts sunk at your pained whines, rushing towards you with a protective fire in their bellies.

“Let me see it, sweetheart.” Natasha cooed, but you shook your head, trembling as you cuddled the wound close to your chest, effectively smearing blood all over your pretty dress. That definitely wasn’t a good sign. “Y/N, let me see it, please.”

You shook her head again, tears falling down your cheeks in rapid successions. “It’s going to hurt!” You whimpered, pinching your eyes shut as you tried to ignore the dull throbbing beneath your skin. You hated cuts. You hated blood. It was right up there with your fear and hatred of needles. It seemed that as good as your recent days have been, they’ve had an obnoxious amount of bad and worse.

“It already hurts, doesn’t it, Doll?” Bucky asked calmly. He could see Natasha getting worked up, becoming emotional and fuzzy headed as she tried to refrain from fully letting her Alpha instincts guide her actions. It was still too early for that. You were still too timid and jumpy. They both needed more trust to be built before she could feel comfortable dominating her Omega in a domestic situation like this.

You whine, nodding your head with a trembling lower lip, looking empyrean and beautiful even in this moment. “D-don’t like blood.” You finally managed to tell them, which explained your pinched shut eyes and immediate avoidance to look at your still gushing and throbbing finger. It made both Avengers hearts sink.

“That’s alright. You don’t have to look, babydoll. Can I see it though? It’s bleeding pretty bad.” Bucky gently pulled your hand away from your chest, moving slowly to see if you resisted. He was more than happy when you didn’t, instead just bit your lower lip and squeezed your eyes shut tighter. “Good girl, Doll. You're being such a good girl for us.”

You melted at the praise, subconsciously melting into Natasha’s embrace as the red-head stood behind you, looking over your shoulder at Bucky. He wasn’t all that worried about the injury. It wasn’t deep enough to require stitches, but where you had nicked yourself would be a bitch to let heal. He could imagine your clumsy actions causing the cut to reopen a handful of times before it would finally heal.

“Ow.” You whimpered when Bucky blew on the cut, his cool breath making a strange sensation travel up your nerves. It wasn’t pain that he inflicted, but it had shocked you still, and that was the first response your come up with. Bucky wanted to laugh at how cute you were.

“We’ve gotta clean it, Doll. How about you tell Natasha where you keep your bandaids, and I can rinse it so you don’t have to see the blood. Yeah? That sound like a good plan?” He asks softly, making sure that plan was good with Natasha as well. Both Alpha’s just wanted to coddle the Omega, but they were moving at your pace, and Bucky truthfully didn’t blame you if after this you kicked them out and spent the day alone. You had been through so much in the last few days, he could only imagine what that ache in her muscles felt like now. “Such a brave girl for us.”

“Um, b-bandaids are in my bedroom. T-They’re on my nightstand.” You stuttered, your words shaky and breathy. It broke Bucky’s heart to now know what Natasha had been talking about. Even when they’d first arrived this afternoon, your stuttering hadn’t been so harsh and breathy. The scent of anxiety and pain was overwhelming. It made Bucky’s chest tighten almost unbearably.

“Alright Doll, I'm just gonna run your finger under the tap, okay? It’s gonna be cold, and it’s gonna feel weird, but it’s not going to hurt. Okay? It should make it feel better.” You gave a reluctant nod, burying your face in the Alpha’s chest when he reached out to start the tap. You felt utterly pathetic, sobbing over a cut that in truth wasn’t that bad, but it was more than just the cut and the embarrassment that was weighing on your mind and your heart. You didn’t have to be alone anymore, you didn’t have to do things by herself and for yourself, but with that came the responsibility of committing to a pack. You had to let yourself be vulnerable and present in those relationships, and that went against every self preservation method that you had been perfecting and implementing since your mother passed away.

Truthfully, you just didn’t know what to do with yourself and that was overwhelming. You didn’t know what the right move would be for you, or what would send you spiraling with anxiety. You didn’t know your mates at all, but you knew that you wanted them happy and content. You wanted to feel that way too, and you did when you were with them, until all these feelings of uncertainty and anxiety came flooding back to you.

You hissed when the cold water splashed against your skin. The sound of the faucet running was loud and becoming overwhelming the longer it ran. You squirmed in Bucky’s embrace, whining at the discomfort in your body, digging your nose deeper into his neck and scent gland. Every nerve was on fire and the skin of your soulmarks pinched and burned. You just wanted quiet. And between the running tap and the music still playing, all you were being fed were loud obnoxious sounds.

“What do you need, Omega?” Bucky could spot the signs of a mate in distress the easiest, and his reasons for being able to do so were heartbreaking, but Natasha and the others had learned not to give him looks of pity. He was coming to terms with his past and his nightmares, all they could do for him was listen and be in the present.

You felt your finger being blown on and then dried off, most likely by a paper towel, then wrapped tightly in a bandage all in a few seconds. You hadn’t heard Natasha come back, but now that you weren't so blinded by the sound of the faucet you could recognize the second presence right beside you and Bucky.

“O-Overwhelmed.” You whimpered. The Omega opened her eyes for the first time in almost five minutes, trying to force down a wince at how bright the lights in the apartment had become. Bucky and Natasha frowned. You needed to drop, bad, but would you feel comfortable letting them help you? Natasha knew the answer was probably yes, but with conditions and restrictions that would almost definitely overwhelm you more than help you in this state.

You stumbled away from Bucky’s embrace, reaching out for your phone and turning off the music that neither Alpha had minded. Your knees almost buckled at the sight of the blood smeared across the countertops and floor, making the mistake of looking down at your chest.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Buck’ll clean up out here, dorogoy.” Natasha smiled comfortingly, seeing the greenish expression that overcame your face. Natasha made a mental note that blood was added to the top of the ‘things to desperately avoid’ list.

You nodded obidenty. You didn’t argue with either Alpha about being able to do it yourself, because in the moment, you didn’t want to. Your stomach was tight, your muscles ached, and being taken care of by Natasha was the most appealing option you had right now. The second would’ve been to collapse on your couch and take a nap, but you didn’t want them to leave. You liked the way their scents mixed together with yours. You liked the added heat they added to your small apartment. Taking Natasha’s hand when the woman reached out for you to take it, you didn’t try to hide how you melted at the touch and into Natasha.

Natasha waited until you were settled onto your bed before she closed the door, letting the sound of the running tap be blocked out by the wooden door. Your room was entirely your own fairytale space, and it made Natasha’s heart swell. The walls are a bright simple white, but there's not a space in the room that isn’t decorated by rainbow colors or greenery. Natasha’s absolutely in love with the squiggly full length mirror at the foot of your bed, covered in vines and positive messages. Your bed is pretty bare. Natasha had thought you’d be the type to collect stuffed animals, but you’ve kept it minimal it seems. Though your collection of pillows makes up for the almost bare sheets. You’ve got what Natasha assumes are comfort items, sprawled across your bed, and she smiles widely when she sees you reach and grab one of the small blankets.

“Can I ask you a question you might not like, sweetheart?” Natasha tested the waters, not wanting to be the final reason you force herself into a defensive headspace or even worse, Omegaspace. You’re working your way to a self-inflicted drop with or without her pressuring.

“Yes.” You verbalizes, getting the hint that it was the only answer Natasha wanted. When she was serious, she wanted to hear you say that you understood or that you agreed. Despite making your cheeks flush each time, you appreciated it. It made you feel safe, which was ultimately Natasha’s goal.

Natasha smiles, bending down so that you have to look down to meet her eye. Again, it lets the tension melt away from your stomach, feeling like in this position, you aren’t so looked down on. You hold the power right now. “Do you feel like you need to drop?”

Immediately you shakes your head. You don’t think you do. You knows it’ll help to reset your emotions if you do drop, but you think you’re more than okay to continue without one. You just needs to slow down for a couple days, even if that means not seeing Natasha and Bucky, or even letting them do it for you. You know your limit with dropping, and you don't think you’re at it.

“Words, Y/N.” Natasha gently reprimands, laying your hands on your soft thighs. You’ve gotten lost in your head, and as cute as your dazed out expression is, Natasha’s not convinced.

“I think I’m okay for right now.” The Omega whispers shyly, grabbing her Alpha’s hands and twisting her rings around her fingers. “Just need to slow down. Tried to do too much today.”

Natasha nods, more than satisfied with your response. Her proud smile makes you fall into yourself, blushing happily at the wordless praise. “Do you need to slow down alone? Bucky and I won’t be mad if you need some time, mladenec.”

“Don’t want you to leave. C-Can I, Can I take a nap though? Please?” You hold onto Natasha’s hands desperately, not wanting the woman to leave you alone right now. You like this feeling; feeling calm and protected and nurtured. You like not being alone.

“Of course you can, sweetheart. But, I think we should get you out of these clothes first.” Natasha smiles, and so they do that. She helps you into a pair of sweatpants and a brown form fitted ribbed crop top, smiling sweetly at the tired girl in her arms that's only getting sleepier with every step back to Bucky. You’re crashing fast, the adrenaline from just a few minutes ago failing you and burning you out. Natasha had to stop having the unfortunate timing of meeting you on mentally exhausting days.

The third in command laughs aloud at the sight of you blinking slowly, looking between him and Natasha in content. You don’t say anything, just wound your arms around Natasha’s waist and digs your nose into her neck. Natasha rubs her hand up and down the small of your back, smiling when Bucky meets her eye.

“You have to eat, then you can sleep, dorogoy.” Natasha informed, leading you towards the kitchen island. The three of them wouldn’t all fit at it, but Bucky had no problem leaning across the counter so his two girls could have a seat.

“Not hungry.” You slur, dropping your head into your arms when Natasha pulls a chair out for you. Bucky’s lips pull into a lazy smile, his hands still working on plating the two strawberry and peanut butter sandwiches. Natasha’s sandwich is just peanut butter, and it’s already waiting for the red-headed women by the barstool closest to the wall.

“You’ve gotta have some of it, sweetheart.” Natasha says again, raising an eyebrow when you huff. The smaller girl doesn’t make a move to reach for the plate Bucky’s offering, just turns her head in her arms so her brown eyes can squint in Natasha’s direction. “You can pout at me all you want, love, but that sandwich needs to be eaten.”

You whine. You really weren’t hungry, but you didn’t want to disobey your Alpha, especially when Natasha already hadn’t believed you about not needing to drop. So begrudgingly, you reach for the sandwich, thanking Bucky despite your tight pout. You take a small bite from the middle, melting at the taste on your tongue. You don’t want to admit Natasha was right, and you needed to eat because now that you were your stomach felt empty, but you couldn’t help the content sigh that bubbled in your chest.

When the three of them were done with lunch, you dragged them towards your couch. Your eyes were burning, hardly open anymore as you craved sleep. Neither Alpha minded, instead helping you settle into the couch, your head on Natasha’s shoulder while you fiddled with Bucky’s flesh hand. It hadn’t even been six minutes before you were fast asleep, melting into both of your mates like you had never been anywhere else but their embrace.

[elissanatok]

﹒•˒⟿⭒「𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 ❞」ʿʿ ⟿☼

↳✉⭒˞˔˙ː❛ -ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?✹⋮

◌༄۵ !𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 !

!𝚂.𝚁. //𝙱.𝙱.// 𝙿.𝙼. //𝙿.𝙿. !

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍??? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 – 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾.

When I was a little girl, the world seemed brighter. The sun seemed to be a little lighter and more blinding. I remember my mother holding my hand tightly while she dragged me up the streets of San Francisco, because my father didn't bother picking us up at the shop after we went grocery shopping in July. I was sweating, something I still hate, and I realized that I wanted my father to be nicer to my mom. To be nicer in general. But I never witnessed that. Even after my brother was born, the only thing he would do was sit in his office and stare at his computer. He made call after call. It took my mother a while to find out that he was cheating on her, but it didn't even catch her of guard.

Three months later we were living at my grandmothers house, much to my mothers displeasure. She had a nice garden tho. After they got into a fight we left again in the middle of the night, just to go back to my father. I hated it.

My parents were never soulmates. They weren't meant to be and even if they tried to be, it always ended in tears and us moving.

I remember when I hugged him for the last time. The smell of coffee clung to him like I always thought only cigarettes could. I loved his coffee scent. Even if its fucked up, it always reminded me of home, a save place. But when he finally left, leaving us in the three bedroom flat, I knew it was the last time I would see his face.

Twelve years later my father sent me a postcard from Italy, saying he found his soulmate in his hometown. I didn't tell my mother and I didn't answer him. My mother was the one who deserved to have a love like this, someone to love her always, not him.

Twelve years later my father was probably still a dick.

Now, sitting at the new oak kitchen table my mother invested in, I couldn't imagine him here with us in New York. I couldn't even realize the fact, that we moved or that I still had to unpack. My eyes drifted to the boxes all around the room. We were just to unmotivated to unpack.

My mother went out to take a look at her new restaurant and my brother Charlie didn't bother looking up from his physics book, reminding me of the fact that if I wanted to graduate this year, I had to find a tutor. Of course, I could always ask my brother, but the little ego I had left couldn't die for my grades.

I yawned as I looked out of the window. It was raining and if it kept raining I would have to rethink the outfit I planned to wear to school tomorrow. If  I would even be able to find anything in those boxes. Stretching, I took the last sip of the hot choco I had left and clapped my hands, trying to motivate myself an maybe my brother. But neither worked.

ʿʿ ⟿☼

One hour later, y/n and Charlie were still doing nothing. Well- y/n was sketching her brother, who was studying and nipping on his drink every Minute, but to Caroline St. Lorenz they weren't really doing anything helpful – like unpacking.

"What are you doing?", she asked the moment she let the shopping bags fall onto the leather couch. "Learning.", Charlie answered without looking up, while his sister painted a gentle smile on her lips. "What did you buy?", she asked as she stood up and walked towards her. Of course she went shopping for decoration even though they didn't even unpack. "You know... stuff.", Caroline mumbled after releasing an exhausted breath. "Cool"

"You didn't even start. Why does it always have to be me who's supposed to do the shitty stuff?", she whined and let herself plop next to her bags on the couch. "Because we're helpless without you.", y/n whined in the same tone and looked around the flat.

It was big, definitely bigger than their last, but Caroline's cooking has gotten pretty known in the last years. Her restaurants had many locations and her name was well known. The lamp above Charlies head looked expensive, but not as expensive as the vase on the dresser. "Can't you just- ya know – call someone to do the job?", Charlie asked, looking slightly up from his book. y/n cracked in the matter of a second and fell into a loud laugh when her mom looked over the back of the couch and asked if she looked like a fucking mafiosi.

"Maybe.", her brother whispered, poking his tongue out at his sister the moment their mother looked away.

y/n sighed. 12 boxes for the kitchen and the living room, 10 for her mothers room and each 8 for the siblings room. She really didn't want to. And by the looks of it, nobody else wanted to unpack either. "Sooo- we aren't gonna do anything about the chaos?", she asked. Her mother opened her eyes. "Not if you're not gonna make the start."

Sighting again, she stretched, ready to do something, but deciding to start in her room. She had to set some priorities.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 16

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room, lying on top of Bucky's chest. A dark arm was thrown over your back. Looking around slightly, you saw that you were in Bucky, Sam, and Steve's room.

Steve was still fast asleep too, rolled over on his side, Bucky's arm underneath him. It was adorable the way that the slept together.

You closed your eyes again, relishing the feeling of being here, waking up with some of the people that you loved.

You could hear one of them stirring, either Sam or Steve as Bucky wasn't moving underneath you. You heard Steve grunt in surprise before you heard Bucky and Sam start to wake up as well. Bucky's body shifted under yours, laying you down on the bed.

"How'd she get here?" Steve asked, sounding surprised.

"We went looking at island cats last night." Bucky said with a small yawn. "And then she said she didn't want to be alone so I brought her back here so that we could all be together."

"Do you think she's okay after yesterday?" Sam's voice was worried. "Are we pushing the wedding to fast? Maybe we should back off-"

"We can't." Steve said. "As much as I would love to give her time to mourn, all of us are going to be in danger until everyone realizes that she can't be used for or against the eleven lines ritual. We can give her all the time she needs to mourn after."

"I feel helpless." Bucky admitted quietly. "This was all supposed to be a fun time for everyone. And now we're going to be crowding her with guards and-"

Suddenly, the door burst open, Tony shouting, "Y/N IS MISS-" He stopped short. "Oh. What is she doing in here?"

"She told me she didn't want to be alone last night. Don't worry, nothing happened." Bucky sighed.

"Oh." Tony said. "Okay. I panicked-"

"Clearly." Sam muttered.

"Look, any of you guys would've panicked if you had gone up to her room and it was empty." Tony defended himself.

You rolled over in bed, opening your eyes. "Morning guys."

"Morning Y/N." Steve, Sam, and Tony said together.

"Morning doll." Bucky said calmly.

"Are you still going to be with Stephen and I?" Tony asked, sounding slightly insecure which was just adorable.

"Yeah." You said, sliding out of bed, padding over to kiss Sam, Steve, and Bucky on the lips before kissing Tony and taking his hand. "Thanks for letting me stay over guys. I'll see you guys later. C'mon Tones, let's go find our handsome wizard."

Tony smiled a little and the two of you walked out of the super soldier's hotel room. Tony brought you back up to your room so that you could shower, waking yourself up effectively, and then get dressed. You tossed on a sexy one-piece bathing suit underneath another sundress, this time a forest green sort've colour.

"You look absolutely beautiful." Tony said before taking your hand again. He himself was wearing a white T-shirt and lime green swim trunks

You met Stephen, Wong, and Rhodey downstairs. Stephen was wearing no shirt, showing off his lightly defined abs, and a pair of sky blue swim trunks with red birds on them.

Wong was wearing a white shirt with black khaki pants that ended just at the knees.

Rhodey was also shirtless, like Stephen, and was wearing a pair of black swim trunks.

You smiled at them and then let them lead you to a small restaurant that wasn't very busy, ordering a light breakfast to start the day off.

"Are you okay? We couldn't find you this morning." Stephen said, his forehead creased with worry.

Your mouth was full of pancake and Tony answered for you, "The soldiers had her in their room. Buck and her went out looking at the cats and well-"

"I told Buck that I was feeling lonely so he brought me back to their room so that I didn't have to sleep alone." You finished so that there weren't any misunderstandings. "But nothing happened so you don't have to worry about that."

"No, it's fine." Stephen said. Wong smirked. Stephen glared at him out of the corner of his eye.

"What are we doing today?" Rhodey quickly asked.

"What were you going to do today?" Tony asked me.

"Oh, well, I heard that there's actually a gymnastics competition going on right now inside the hotel. I was going to go and watch them. They have a team from my hometown and I actually know the coach so that was what was supposed to happen. But I'm kind've down for whatever you guys want to do today." You rambled.

"You like watching gymnastics?" Stephen seemed surprised.

"Usually floor, because that's the most interesting." You said. "I wasn't going to stay the entire meet or multiple meets, just enough to talk to some of the team members I might know."

"Well, we can go and do that, what time will it be at?" Rhodey asked.

"One in the afternoon." You said.

Tony was setting plans into his phone. "Alright, what do you guys want to do before then?"

You shrugged, "Whatever you guys want."

"Then let's go parasailing." Tony decided.

The rest of you looked at him.

"Parasailing?" Rhodey asked skeptically.

"Sure." Tony said with a shrug, "It's not any different from flying, right?"

"Maybe we should stick to scuba diving." Stephen said quickly. "We can go parasailing. . . later."

"But then that means never." Tony complained.

You turned to Rhodey and quietly asked, "Can you swim with the leg braces on?"

"Yeah, Tony made them water resistant, and they're also very light so I won't sink or anything. Same with Bucky's arm."

You nodded, feeling a bit better that Rhodey wouldn't be left out, "Well we should probably decide on one or the other very quickly so that we can get to the Gymnastics meet rather quickly."

Tony sighed, "Very well, Scuba diving it is. I know I'll lose to parasailing."

"I bet later Sam might go parasailing with you." You suggested. "Clint too, maybe Bucky."

Tony seemed a bit happier with that.

The five of you took a Stephen portal to cut traveling by more than half. Wong was the one that got everyone's gear and Tony- naturally- paid so that you could get into the gear and head out to the water faster.

You were taken out to sea on a glass bottom boat, able to see all of the beautiful wonders of the ocean below you along with the colourful fish and sometimes, even a sea turtle or some jellyfish.

Finally, the boat came to a complete stop. Rhodey helped fix the back of your tank while you fitted your goggles over your face. You helped Wong while Stephen and Tony helped each other. Then, with the go-to of the boat captain, you all jumped overboard.

The wet suit kept you nice and warm as you swam down under the ocean waves. You were amazed by all of the bright colours of the coral reefs. Bright orange fish swam past your face in a school and you wished you had an underwater camera. But you had wanted your hands free to swim easier.

Tony, luckily, hadn't come unprepared and was taking pictures. You just hoped he got some really good ones.

The five of you swam as your own school. You swirled upwards, swimming with a bale of rather large sea turtles. One of them seemed to think your hair was sea grass, taking a tentative, non-painful taste. You giggled a little before Stephen calmly pulled the turtle away from you.

You saw an octopus as well, clinging to a large rock in the middle of the coral reef. There were also several purple and pink sea anemones, though at the moment you couldn't see any clown fish.

You saw a shark as well, though it didn't come very close. It still scared you though, being in such close proximity with a dangerous creature. It was a hammer head shark as well.

But you took comfort in that fact that statistically, you were more likely to die of taking a selfie than a shark attack.

Not to mention, Stephen wouldn't let it get that far before he would open up a magical portal and send it to another part of the ocean.

Finally though, you knew your oxygen tanks were close to being out of oxygen so you all swam upwards to where the boat was.

However, when as you popped up, you felt something icky splatter onto your head. You squeezed your eyes shut, a rancid smell filling your nostrils, and quickly dove back under the water.

Using your hands, you quickly pulled whatever was out of your hair. Had a bird pooped on you? How unlucky.

However, when you opened your eyes, you could see chunks of fish guts and drops of blood fall all around you.

What the hell?

None of the others had quite made it to the surface yet, and were all staring at you, confused. Then Stephen was swimming over to you, pulling all of you above the surface.

He ripped out his mouthpiece, "What happened?"

Looking around, you could see the boat in the distance, leaving you behind. You ripped out your mouthpiece too as Rhodey, Wong, and Tony broke the surface as well.

"I don't know, I went to get out of the water, and this all just fell on my head." You spit a little, "What the hell is it?"

"It's shark feed." Tony said, worrying in his voice, "Steph, we have to get out of here."

Stephen nodded. Rhodey popped back under and up, "Yeah, we have a lot of sharks coming, like, right now. And there are some really big ones."

Stephen opened up a portal, pushing you through it. You landed on the tiled floor of your bathroom in your hotel room. Stephen, Tony, Wong, and Rhodey landed next to you, along with a few fish that Wong tossed back into the ocean before it closed.

You quickly threw up into the toilet, both at the smell, and at the experience. "We should've gone parasailing." You finally said.

"Let's run you a bath." Stephen said calmly. "Wong, can you take the others back to the kiosk to return gear and find out what the hell just happened?"

Wong nodded. Stephen sent those three out of the room. He stripped his wet suit off, back in just his swim trunks and nothing else. He helped you out of yours to leave you in your one piece bathing suit. He handed both back to Wong and then those three were gone.

Stephen turned around as you peeled off the bathing suit, sitting in the bathtub. You breathed heavily, trying to calm down.

"They were trying to kill me, weren't they?" You finally asked.

"Most likely." Stephen's voice was soft. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing bad happened. It was a good plan, but they would've done better if I wasn't with two magicians that could use magic." You said.

"I think we should close your bedroom." Stephen said. "You can move in with Tony and I or the Super soldiers."

"What about Y/S/N?" You asked.

"She's spent the past two nights with Ben, so I think she'll be okay." Stephen said gently as he helped you wash the nasty gunk out of your hair.

You just nodded.

"Do you still want to go to that gymnastics meet? I'd understand if you just wanted to go back to one of our rooms and just relax."

"No, I want to go. I wanted to surprise them." You said. "And I'm alright except for this nasty shit."

"They wanted to make sure the sharks went for you first." Stephen said.

You shivered a little, imagining sharks biting at you and you flinched a little as Stephen's fingers brushed against your scalp.

Tony, Wong, and Rhodey came back as you had just finished up rinsing your hair. You'd washed it about four times.

Tony was fuming and Stephen moved out of the bathroom to go and talk to them.

You quickly dried off. Stephen had picked out a cute pair of denim shorts with a navy blue T-shirt with Captain America's shield on it, making you smile a little.

"You okay baby?" Tony asked after you'd dressed, crossing over to hug you.

"I'm alright Tony. It was just a scare, that's all. Are you alright?" You asked, pulling back to look at him.

"Just angry." He huffed. "I want to sue someone."

You giggled and then asked, "Rhodes? Wong? Are you both alright?"

"We're just fine Y/N." Wong assured you.

"Apparently the captain of our boat was only assigned today." Rhodey said with a bit of a shocked laugh. "So he was obviously assuming that we'd go scuba diving today."

You nodded, "How do you think they found out?"

Tony shrugged, "Stephen and I had already been deciding the possibilities yesterday. Maybe someone overheard us."

You tilted your head to the side, "Then doesn't that mean there's a possibility that there's someone waiting for us at the parasailing place?"

"Except if they're in contact with each other then they'll already have left since you went scuba diving." Stephen countered.

Yes, that made sense.

"Are we still going to that gymnastics meet?" Rhodey asked.

"I'm going to go and check in with Fury." Wong said. "He told everyone that he wants reports if anything suspicious happens on the island. I'll see you guys later."

You guys said good-bye before heading out of the hotel room.

"Maybe we could get Clint, Natasha, and Bruce to come with us." You said.

"Go where?" Clint's voice asked. The four of you looked around before Clint climbed out of the hotel vent.

"Really?" Tony and you asked at the same exact time.

"Hey! I'm trying to hide from T'Challa and Shuri, all right?" Clint defended himself. "Anyways, where are you guys going?"

"Down to the main hotel so that we can watch a gymnastics meet." Rhodey said.

"Oh, that sounds really cool." Clint said.

You guys headed downstairs and were actually headed off, not just by Natasha and Bruce, but also Wanda, Vision, Steve, Bucky, Loki, Thor, and Sam.

So basically everyone except Fury and T'Challa.

You led the way since you were the only that actually knew where the meet was being held, although Steve and Bucky were very close to you. You wondered if they knew about the shark incident.

"What's got Tony's feathers in a ruffle?" Bucky asked you.

"Oh, it was just a scuba diving incident, that's all." You said nonchalantly.

"What kind of 'incident'?" Steve demanded.

"Um it involved them dumping shark bait in the water and driving off to leave us there." You said.

Bucky and Steve immediately turned to start badgering Tony and Stephen with a thousand questions while you kept walking. Loki and Thor were next to claim their sides and they immediately let me know that they already knew about the incident.

"Seriously, they thought sharks could kill you." Loki scoffed.

"Puny creatures of the water." Thor also scoffed.

"Well, you're both also gods." You said with a small smile. "Sharks do kill people all of the time."

"I think you should spend tomorrow with us." Loki said.

"That sounds good, I hardly get to spend any time with Thor anyways." You said, winking at Loki who rolled his eyes.

"Very true my lady." Thor said. "We need to spend much more time together."

You bought five dollar tickets to get into the gymnastics event before you led the way to the bleachers. You guys tried to stay in the back so that the presence of basically all of the world's superheroes didn't distract the gymnasts from performing their best.

"Which team were you here to see?" Thor asked me.

"Mason Twisters." You said, pointing them out. You could already pick out so many familiar faces as they were warming up for the floor routine. You could see Katerina moving through her motions, in contrast to Ila who was making sure every single one of her movements was perfect.

Their leotards were a dark navy blue, silver sequins on the top of the leotard. The sleeves started out the same colour blue before moving through green and ending in white. You knew from experience that there were studded sequins in a double row along the cuff of the sleeves which were three-quarter sleeves.

You could see Elizabeth, her hair in an immaculate bun as always. She was working on her full turn where she had to bend her knee on pointed toe, before straightening her leg to a full point, all in the time of one spin. Hard, but she could do it.

Isa was there as well, along with Sarah A., both of them working on different skills.

And then finally, Coach Yonce who was walking Katerina through on the steps of her routine. The African American woman kept clapping her hands quietly to the beat so that Katerina had a rhythm to practice to.

You smiled a little, wiggling slightly in anticipation. There were four events: Bars, Beam, Floor, and Vault. Floor was the most interesting to watch, because once you got past level five into the 'metals' (bronze, silver, gold, platinum, diamond), you finally got your own routine to music of your choice. Your routine fit you as a person. Up until that point, (level 2-5) everyone had the same routine and the same music.

Your floor music had been: F/S.

You were predicting that Elizabeth would score high on bars, low on vault, and then mid on beam and floor while Katerina would get a high score on beam and floor, mid on vault and low on bars. Isa you expected to score low in everything. Ila you expected to score high on bars and mid on everything else. Sarah. . . well she was a whole other story that one.

It was clear that you had missed vault. You didn't know how they had scored though.

Katerina went first on floor once their turns came up. Her floor music was 'Secrets', and she had a very slow dance routine. It matched her in the fact that she played violin and she had a hell of a lot of secrets.

Though she didn't score as high as you thought she might, the other girls went, scoring pretty much as expected.

Elizabeth was last, waiting on the floor in her waiting position. She had a very unique routine and music, as she had chosen Rhapsody in Blue as her song. It was a classical song, unlike the pop that everyone else usually chose for their routines.

She was a wonderful dancer, which fit with her routine, and she looked absolutely elegant and graceful as she moved across the floor.

Of course, in gymnastics, it's hard to have a majority dance routine score high, as they were more looking for the tumbling than the dance.

"She is very graceful." Vision commented next to you to Wanda. Wanda nodded her head. You beamed with pride like a proud mother.

Once Elizabeth's routine came to an end with a graceful slide to the floor, one hand positioned over her face like she was looking into a mirror, the crowd erupted into loud applause.

She saluted the judges and then headed off to where the others were waiting, high-fiving and hugging them. Waiting for her score, she received a 9.4.

(In girls gymnastics, a 10 is the highest you can get. 9.5's and up are almost guaranteed first places, but also extremely hard to get).

You were very pleased with this, clapping as well. Elizabeth looked rather pleased.

The beam and the bars went by quickly as well. There were also boys competing on the other side of the gym, which some of your soulmates took interest in, comparing the two groups of athletes.

Once the meet ended, you bounced down the bleachers as the Mason Twisters started to walk out. Elizabeth spotted you first- she was always scanning rooms to see who was around and always aware of her surroundings. Her face lit up into a surprised smile.

"Hey!" She squealed, bouncing over to hug you, which drew the attention of your other past teammates and ex-coach.

"Y/N!" Katerina shouted, also wrapping you in a hug.

"Hey mama." Yonce said, also giving you a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting married." You said sheepishly. "In a few days.

"You found your soulmates?" Elizabeth asked, surprised.

"Yeah." You said, blushing and motioning behind you. Her brown eyes followed your line of vision and her eyes widened. "Oh shit."

"Elizabeth!" Yonce scolded her, although she also looked just as flustered.

"Seriously?" Sarah seemed surprised, "Damn you go girl."

You laughed.

"Do you think I could get some of them to autograph my bag?" Elizabeth asked seriously.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

The others left the two of you there. Elizabeth had always seemed like a little sister to you. She ducked under the line that prevented the spectators from getting in the gymnasts way.

"Hey," Elizabeth murmured as you guys walked back, "Have you noticed that there's some really strange people on this island?"

"Do you mean alien strange or-"

"No. Like just. . . creepy people." Elizabeth said, shuddering a little. But by now we had reached the superheroes.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth." Elizabeth said awkwardly.

Vision was the first to step forward, "I am Vision."

Elizabeth's left hand twitched and everyone watched as visions' name was imprinted on her arm.

"What the fuck?" Elizabeth blurted out. She looked at you. You shrugged, "Yeah, that was basically how it was for me too."

"Well, that was unexpected." Tony commented, "I'm Tony."

"Yeah, I know." Elizabeth said, shaking off her shock to shake his hand. "I have a friend whose trying to replicated your iron man suit."

"Really, so I have some competition?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elizabeth laughed, already falling comfortably in with them, "Not for a few more years at least."

The others introduced themselves and then they passed her bag around so that they could sign it. Elizabeth was ecstatic when she got it back.

"Elizabeth!" Her brother shouted from the door. He had just come looking for her, a book tucked under his arm, "They're getting to your age range. You better hurry up or your coach will blow a fuse."

"Right. Be right there!" Elizabeth shouted back before turning to you. "So tonight the team is going out to eat pizza and then we're going Karokeing- is that a word- tomorrow. You want to come?"

"Sure." You answered without thinking.

"Fantastic." Elizabeth beamed. "Are you coming to the award ceremony?"

"Of course. That's the best part." You said with a grin. The others slowly followed behind the two of you as you abandoned the nearly empty gymnasium. "Do you think you placed on anything?"

"No." Elizabeth said with a laugh, "Maybe floor."

She went off to sit with the rest of the teammates while the rest of you stood near the back. Once they reached Elizabeth's age range, she placed Third on bars, First on Floor, and second all around.

She beamed as she came back over to you guys.

"You need to give yourself more credit." Vision said as she came over, "You have the extraordinary ability to blend your dance with your acrobatics."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped into an 'o' shape before saying, "Thanks. . . I think."

"Yes. It was a compliment." Vision said in the same voice.

You and Wanda giggled at the same time.

"Come on, let's go eat." Elizabeth said, hooking her arm with yours and Wanda's, dragging you after her gymnastics coach.

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