AN: So I have been really inspired bythe soulmate AUs for Marvel by ozhawk and CeliaEquus so I decided to do my own version. In case you haven't seen their stories the way that it works is I take random really weird ships that would never happen and have them set up as soulmates Everyone has a tatoo somewhere on their body that reads the first words that their soulmate will say to them in their soulmate's writing. The darker the soulmark the stronger the love. The location is where the couple/triad/quartet are touching when they bond. You guys can request couples, triads, or quartets in the reviews and I will try to keep up with all of them. Otherwise I have a giant wheel with the names of all of the characters in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, Agents of Sheild) with good guys and bad guys. They cannot have met on screen unless they are a part of triad or quartet. OK? I hope that you guys understand how it works! Now for the first shipping.

"I Need You to Steal Something"

John Garrett/Pietro Maximoff

"This eighteen hour plane ride had better be worth it." John growls into the phone. He pulls his hat further over his eyes as he approaches the bag check.

"I promise it will be sir." The voice on the other end of the line answers with practiced ease. He seems unintimidated by Garret's threat.

John clicks off the phone and slides it into his pocket. "Am I losing my touch Grant?"

"No sir. The Baron von Strucker cannot afford to be intimidated. He watches the twins after all." Ward answers from beside him giving the clerk a nasty look when she opens her mouth to them that their bag is overweight. She quickly sends it through the baggage delivery system without protest.

John nods and they make their way to security. "How did you give Coulson the slip?"

"It wasn't that hard considering that you had Ian Quinn shoot Skye. The whole team has been a bit… preoccupied. I told him that I needed to go for a couple of drinks. He told me where to meet him."

"Is there something that you would like to say Grant?"

Ward pulls him down a secluded hallway and after checking for the lack of cameras gives John a good punch in the gut. "Shooting Skye was not part of the agreement."

"Nice right hook. It has gotten better since the last time you attacked me, say five years ago." John mentions casually keeping an eye on people who were walking by. "I did what I had to to be able to ensure that we received the GH-325."

"You had someone shoot Skye. Bullets fucking kill people!" Grant hisses before pulling away from his former S.O.

John laughs in response. "No shit. Ian knows how to aim properly. We had the stasis chamber nearby. I planned it all. There was no chance that Skye was going to die."

"She needs CPR every four or five hours." Grant continues in a low voice as they make their way out of the hallway.

"I think that you are getting too attached. Don't you Grant?" John replies. "Do you remember your dog?"

Grant's lips press into a thin line and he increases his pace. John laughs and pushes forwards to catch up with him. They stop before they reach airport security. They walk into duty free and pretend to browse around.

"Two heavily armed guards on either side of the security fences." Grant states lifting a bottle of wine to the lights and reading the label.

"Access to air vents is blocked by a display for headphones." John answers pointing to the bottle of wine on Grant's left which he in turn takes a look over.

"It would take two minutes to move the display and get into the air vent without being noticed." Grant observes setting down the bottle before selecting a random one and walking to the checkout.

"Create a distraction."

"Done."

They walk in separate directions. Grant walks into the security guard in front of him dropping the bottle of wine. "Hi there," he looks at the man's name tag, "Officer Peter. I'm so sorry."

"That's alright, it was only an accident." The officer answers with a slight eye twitch. Liar. "I'm going to have to ask you to pay for that."

"What? That is ridiculous! It was only an accident, right?" Grant demands, pretending to be immensely frustrated.

"That is the way it works." The officer's hand twitches towards the gun on his belt. Grant raises an eyebrow and considers all of the alternatives.

Antagonize the guard and have to fight him. Should he use an ICER he would be forced to move quickly. Gunshots attract guards. The more guards, the harder it is to get into the air vent.

Simply return to the cash register with a new bottle, the guard will no longer be distracted. He hasn't given Garrett enough time to move the display and get to a safe place.

"Fine." Grant growls. The guard relaxes and begins to walk away. "Wait, they will need a witness to verify that I broke the bottle." Grant picks up the piece of glass with the barcode and walks with the large officer to the checkout.

"This man broke a bottle of wine, he needs to pay for it." The officer informs the cashier. Grant slides the small square of glass over the counter. He scans it and hands it back.

"One hundred and nineteen dollars."

"Fuck. Why did you have to pick the expensive one?" Garrett's voice sounds from within his ear, the little bastard had been listening in the whole time.

Ward writes a check using a fake bank account that would eventually bounce back. They would never be able to find him though.

Ward shoves his fists in his pockets and walks to the store near the air vent. He still had eyes on him. Ward walked around to the back of the headphones display case and disappeared into the air vent. John nods at him as he passes and they poke out on the other side of security near international flights.

Perfect.

The flight to Sokovia was miserable, Grant nearly shot three people. One was kicking the back of his chair, one was a flight attendant who was overly insistent on having them buy a drink, and the other was Garrett.

Eighteen long hours later, they touch down and were out of the airport in twenty minutes. They could get their bag later. Wolfgang von Strucker leans against a wall with a hood pulled over his face to hide him from prying eyes. Well most of them. Garrett spots him in an instant.

"Your lab." Garrett demands.

Von Strucker leans in to clasp Garrett on the shoulder. "Hail Hydra." He whispers before doing the same with Grant. His partner's spine stiffens, still uncomfortable revealing his true side amongst people.

Coulson had Grant wrapped around his fingers, but John Garrett had Grant wrapped around his pinkie. A small power struggle that was never done in person. Simply done through a person.

"You will be happy to know of the twins progress." Von Strucker begins to explain, "The use of sceptre made it easier to amplify their powers. The girl is showing strong telepathic abilities, she can manipulate the probability of situations to be able to cause certain events to happen. The boy has a hyper-fast metabolism."

"So he's fast and she's weird." Grant states staring out the window.

Von Stucker's right eye twitches, "Exactly."

He leads them to the laboratory. "The twins." Grant eyes the sceptre but doesn't touch it. After his experience with the Bezerker staff, he was not inclined to get up close and personal with another Asgardian artefact.

"Lovely occult shit Baron." John observes before turning to Grant Ward. "Which one do you think we need?"

They both look towards the cages. On the left a silver blur moves around the small cage slamming into the walls in order to attempt to escape. On the right a girl sits on her knees with a red glow around her fingertips causing small blocks to float.

"She can manipulate the probability of our success. If we use her abilities we can ensure that we get the GH – 325 to fix your problems." Ward explains in a hushed voice.

"We'll take the girl." Garrett announces with a nod to his partner. He walks towards the cell with the guard but pulls back when the silver blur bangs against the glass to get his attention. The white haired man raises his fist and strikes the glass repeatedly.

"Do not touch my sister." He growls.

Ward lets out a strangled noise and receives a glare from Garrett which says let me deal with this. Garrett answers in a steady voice, "You are the fast one, yes?"

The man freezes and his jaw drops. The girl loses her focus and the cubes drop to the ground. "Pietro, those are your words." She whispers moving towards the wall.

Garrett lifts the hem of his shirt revealing a small scrawl reading 'do not touch my sister' over his right hip. "Do you know how many girls I have killed to hear someone say this?"

Pietro steps back from the glass. He raises the back of his shirt to show Garrett's spiky scrawl on the small of his back.

"I always knew that you were a top John." Grant states. Garrett throws a nearby pen at his partner, nailing him with a blue dot in the centre of his forehead.

"Everybody get the fuck out." Garrett growls and the surrounding scientists flee to the relative safety of outside.

"Your name is John." Pietro states moving back to the glass. His piercing blue eyes study his soulmate with caution.

"John Garrett. You don't wish for me to harm your sister right?"

"Pietro Maximoff. If you hurt my sister I will personally kill you."

"I don't believe so. I don't think that you have the balls to kill your soulmate."

"Anything that you need her to do I can do."

"I need you to steal something." Garrett says with a slow smirk.

"Done."

"Good." Garrett punches in a series of numbers into the keypad on the cell. The door slides open and the white haired man steps out. He is a few inches shorter than Garrett but he will make do.

"I will follow your instructions, sir." Pietro states bowing his head slightly.

"Submissive, just how I like my men." Garrett steps forwards tilting his soulmates chin up. He kisses him with force and Pietro kisses back equally as hard. The unshaved scruff on Pietro's face scratches John as he pulls away before the kiss can escalate much further. "Grant. We are leaving now."

"Only when you are finished kissing your boyfriend Agent Garrett." A sarcastic voice sounds from around the corner.

Pietro turns to his sister, "Goodbye, Wanda."

"Pietro, he is just another scientist that wants to use us." Wanda spits uncaring of the fact that Garrett is still listening.

"He is my soulmate." He replies softly

"He goes where I go, just a little bit faster." John narrows his eyes at the current threat to his twisted relationship.

"Yes. We are partners."

"In every sense of the word." Garrett smiles before tugging on the sleeve of Pietro's tracksuit. "We need to get to the Bus."

"Then what are we waiting for?" his soulmate asks with a small smile.

"Agent Coulson, this place is about to blow. We need you to get the hell out of T.A.H.I.T.I." Garrett shouts into his comm unit. There was only three minutes left on the bomb timer and when it went off the Guest House would go down. Phil Coulson had to get out and Pietro had to get in.

"No! Don't give it to her!" Phil shouts as he dashes past heading towards the Bus.

A silver blur ran into the building before coming to a sudden stop beside John. Pietro holds up three tubes. "This is what you wanted."

"Yes, now get us the hell out of here." Garrett snatches the blue liquid as Pietro lifts Garrett up bridal style and dashes away. Garrett never tired of running with Pietro, everything moved so fast that the only thing in focus was his soulmate. Everywhere else was a blur of different colours, behind them a large fire burst from the Guest House but kept getting smaller and smaller until it was pinprick.

"Hydra safe house is fourteen miles from here." Pietro informs, it was where John had him stay until he needed him. John nods and presses his finger into his comm unit. "Agent Coulson, I'm taking a motorbike back to S.H.I.E.L.D. I hope that Agent Skye is feeling better."

A small sigh answers him, "Yes, all is well. Thank you Agent Garrett."

Pietro kicks open the door to the safe house and deposits his soulmate on the bed. He lies on his back beside him and waits for John to make a move.

John stands and places the three test tubes into a black bag. "You have done well Pietro."

"Mm… Do I get a reward for my efforts?"

"Tell me what you would like Pietro." John orders crawling over the bed to straddle his soulmate.

Pietro pulls on Garrett's t-shirt crushing their mouths together. In between kisses he replies, "Bond with me, please?"

With a chuckle, Garrett tugs off his jacket. "I thought that you would never ask…"

People don't realize just how powerful a bond between soulmates can be. It allows the partners to feel strong emotions and constant knowledge of where the other is. Garrett's soul mark had been darker for days. The darker the mark the stronger the bond. If Grant Ward had noticed, he certainly hadn't said anything before he was attacked by a very angry Melinda May.

Garrett screams in pain as the Deathlok machine limb replacement machine. His soul mark burns as the robot armour covers it.

He stands and flexes the Dealthlok technology that is now serving as his robotic body. "There is a reason why they say, 'cut off the head.' Now I'll be unstop-"

Garrett hears the sound of a weapon firing as he gets carried off in a silver blur.

"Didn't see that one coming?" Pietro whispers nuzzling the small area of flesh behind John Garrett's ear.

AN2: I don't even know. This was the wheel's fault. I wrote the first few paragraphs and walked away. Then they started frolicking in my head and I decided that they actually could work and make sense. It was supposed to take placejust before T.A.H.I.T.I. Garrett needed the GH-325 for himself later so he decided to enlist one of the Maximoff's to help him retrieve it. So Raina injects him with the real thing instead of the homemade version...

Yeah, so I'm going to go and hide in the corner because this shipping is definitely a WTF moment. I hope you guys liked it though... I know it screws with the AoS season 2 plotline but oh well...

Please review with your shipping requests or the wheel will decide and we might get another crazy thing like this one.