Hi!
So, people have been asking for this story to be on its own - well I listened. And so, here we go!
I own nothing but the story - all the rest belongs to JK Rowling and Marvel.
Also, RIP Stan Lee. Ypou are a godsend and matyr. You will be missed.
World - Avengers/Harry Potter
Plot - Adelaide Potter has always known who her soulmate is, as she has his name embedded on her skin. However, with the public demanding justice for the destruction caused by the Avengers, she has no time to be with him as many are demanding for the wizarding community to reveal themselves. Will she let her duty to her community get in the way of her happily ever after?
Face-Claim - Adelaide Kane (Kinda fitting...and I love her in Reign)
Chapter One
Adelaide's POV
It was a shit storm, if I was honest. Though in truth, it was an accident and Wanda Maximoff aka Scarlett Witch hadn't meant to accidently blow up a building in Lagos. She was after-all trying to stop Crossbones aka Brock Rumlow from killing Steve Rogers, aka Captain America. But with all that saying, her heroic actions had caused the building to blow and lives were lost. Wanda herself had locked herself in her room, watching replays of news and current events on a loop.
Steve had tried his best to comfort her, as did Hermione Granger-Rogers, his wife and soulmate but she was content on being alone, and so locked herself up in her room. Even Vision, her soulmate, was helpless to comfort her. Out of all the Avengers, the only one that could help out of her room, was apparently myself, even after Hermione had explained that I more than anyone would know what she was going through. Though, if I was honest, I would say that we'd all know what she was going through in one way or another, as we all had made mistakes that cost lives. However, Hermione was right as I, more than anyone, knew the kind of torture Wanda was putting herself through.
I knocked on her door, and I heard her faintly call out that it was okay to walk in. Sighing, I opened the door, and immediately frowned as she sat in an armchair, face glued to the TV screen as it replayed the events of her actions. Her face was teary and I sighed again, walking to her, and crouching down so that my bum rested on the back of my legs.
"You know, you keep watching this and you're going to give yourself a terrible headache." I murmured, gently prying the remote off her and turning the TV off.
"Barely the price to pay for my actions. I deserve that and more." Wanda snapped, her accent heavy. I could understand her, despite her heavy Sokovian accent, and I sighed, once again. This was going to be a long conversation.
"You cannot keep blaming yourself. You were trying to save Steve and the muggles that were in the market. If you didn't, you along with Steve and the muggles in the market would have died and there would have been more casualties." I protested. She looked at me sadly and I gave her a look of pity. "Look, if it means anything, I know how you feel. I too, was once in your shoes, blaming myself for the deaths of the many students and creatures during the battle of Hogwarts. You've read my mind, and I showed you my memories, so you would know what I speak of. It is not healthy to act like this."
"But you were fighting a war, and trying to save not only your community, but the world too." Wanda stated.
"If you didn't do what you did, it would have been a different outcome, and right now, we'd be having a funeral for you, and for Steve. And considering you've both find your soulmates, both Vision and Hermione would have been so upset, including the rest of us. And on another note, what would I say to Pietro when he awakens?" I remarked. "Before he succumbed into a coma, he made me promise to look after you, and Luna, your future sister-in-law...if he ever wakes up."
Pietro, Wanda's brother, had succumbed into a coma after being shot multiple times by Ultron during the Battle of Sokovia. Luna, who had been there, had tried to save his life, bringing him back through multiple healing spells. Only, it didn't heal all of him, and he had been in a coma ever since then. Luna Lovegood, his soulmate and fellow best friend of mine, had been by his side and was slowly healing herself, after her attempts to heal him had weaken her magical core. She could still do magic, but not as much as she used to. Though, one day she would be fully healed and Pietro would be healed. At least that was the dream.
I had taken to both Pietro and Wanda the moment I met them. They were similar, and loners like myself, as they too had lost their parents, and had gone to war to avenge them. But with some convincing, I had managed to sway them to our side, and I took Wanda under my wing, helping her with her powers that were so like magic, but different.
"If Pietro was here, would he say? Would he be angry? Be sad?" Wanda whispered.
"No, he'd be the over-protective brother he has always been, trying to coax you out of your room and punching anyone who said anything about you. And he'd also give Vision the 'you-break-her-heart-I'll-break-your-face' talk and probably glare at him the entire time, even though Vision is your soulmate." I joked, attempting to cheer her up.
She smiled. "He would be like that. If only he was awake, he would tell me what to do."
"He would...until then you have me...And Vision...and really, all of us." I assured her.
Finding one's soulmate was an event to say the least. During the Battle of New York, Hermione, Luna and myself were recruited into the Avenger's Initiative, and Hermione had met her soulmate in Steve Rogers. Her words, 'Forgive me if I'm a little sceptical taking the words of a woman who is a magical being like this Loki!' were embedded on her rib bone, just underneath her left breast and could be seen whenever she wore a bikini (which was very rarely and only in the presence of either myself, or Luna or her husband Steve). Steve's words, 'Just because I have magic doesn't mean I'm going to take over the world and kill everyone in sight, despite having the means to do so and really, ignorance doesn't suit you, Mr Rogers' was embedded on his thigh, (or so Hermione had informed me) and was in a spiral pattern, written in Hermione's writing.
Luna's words, 'You didn't see that coming, blondie?' was written in messy writing on her left wrist, with Pietro's words, 'It must be the Nargles flying around your head that makes you dim-witted and slow, despite your gift for speed' written on his right wrist. Luna had met Pietro during our mission to retract the Sceptre, and had spent her time trying to track him down. Almost all the Avengers had their soulmates and mostly paired with my friends; Wanda with Vision, Natasha Romanoff with George Weasley and Ginny Weasley with Sam Wilson.
I, however, had yet to meet mine, and I already knew who he was. my words, 'Lady Potter, while I am aware of the consequences that are involved, the wizarding community is a mystery, one I wish to solve and my name is pronounced as T'Challa, not Tichilla' were embedded on my ankle, wrapped around it like a bracelet. I usually would keep my words covered by wearing long pants or knee high boots as if anybody found out that my soulmate was the Prince of Wakanda, who knows what could happen. Hermione knew, as she was the one that did the research on the Prince and I suspected Steve did as well, as they didn't keep secrets from each other. Luna knew, but kept encouraging me to seek out the Prince, not that I would but she kept encouraging me to do so. It's not that I had wanted to know him, but there was something holding me back. My confidence mainly, but the one thought in my brain was that would the Prince love someone like myself? I had been to war, killed people and struggled with demons in the aftermath of the wizarding war. In short, why would a prince have someone like me for a soulmate.
The gentle nudge of someone reading my thoughts snapped me into the presence and I turned to Wanda, who was looking at me. Wanda knew about the protection I had placed in my head and that I could sense whenever someone was trying to read my thoughts.
"Wanda, I know I said I didn't mind you reading my mind as it will help your skills, but only when we're training and not on duty." I muttered.
"I am sorry...you were quiet and I wanted to see if you were alright." She apologised.
I shook my head. "It's alright...you weren't to know."
"You know who your soulmate is, and yet you hesitate to meet him? Can you not see that you are wonderful? You are kind, and you've treated me with nothing but respect." Wanda praised, her Sokovian accent heavy as she spoke to me.
I smiled. "Thank you...I will meet him one day...just not now."
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General Ross was all sense of a word, a bastard. It seemed that he was selected to represent the world, and had handed us the World's demands on a silver platter, stating that the Avengers and all liaisons affiliated with the team needed to be control after our actions in Sokovia and Lagos, as well as Nigeria and New York. Apparently saving the world was costing a lot, and the United Nations wanted control. Which meant that the Avengers had to be controlled, or we'd retire altogether. And so, the Sokovia Accords was presented to us; a document that allowed the United Nations to control the Avengers, along with any liaisons, which meant that the Ministry of Magic and the Magical community would also be controlled.
It was understandable that the world wanted answers, and assurance that the Avengers should be controlled. But I had to draw the line when it came to the Magical community, feeling torn and sad that the World also wanted the wizarding community to be controlled as well. According to General Ross, the magical world was a mystery, and one the muggles knew nothing about, hence the need to control and study the community.
This had caused a lot of arguments, and sides were formed, despite Tony Stark's promise that he would do everything in his power to help protect not only us, but also Wanda and Pietro as well. And so, when it came time to make a decision, half of the team, that is Tony, Vision, Natasha, and Rhodey were all for the Accords, as it would give some control over the team and allow less destruction. The rest of us, however, weren't so convinced.
While the Accord was a safe idea, Hermione and myself had argued that if we were to sign the Accord, the Magical community would be exposed more than it already was and not only that, wizards, witches and magical creatures alike would be taken and experimented on. So far, the world only knew about Hermione, George, Luna, Ginny and myself, and that we were witches and wizards, and that yes, magic existed. We had yet to introduce the world to the entire magical community, but that would take years and there were some that didn't accept magic, just like there were some in the community that were hesitant to expose themselves to the world. It was a fragile process, but with the help of the Avengers, we were supposedly getting somewhere. But it seems that if the Accord was to be signed, our lives would be controlled, and the community would be in peril.
There was also Wanda to think about, as she was an experiment with abilities, and Pietro as well. Then there was Ginny to think about, but she was retired, and was currently pregnant was her first child with Sam. Natasha was also a little hesitant, given her relationship with George, and it seemed that the team was spilt into two, breaking the team a little. It was then decided that I would accompany Steve and Natasha to the UN meeting in Vienna, and try to withdraw the need for the Magical community to be involved. Hermione had suggested that we should sign the Accord, if it meant that the Magical Community would be protected and leave only those in the Avengers in the spotlight. It was confusing process, and I seriously considered George's idea to Oblivate the muggles behind the Accord and make them forget we existed. But we had made so much progress, and if we were to remove the memories from the muggles, it would set us back so much.
But there was more bad news to come, as Steve's first love, Peggy Carter, had passed away. And so, Hermione was in London with Steve, attending a funeral and Natasha and myself were in Vienna, at the United Nations Panel meeting, ready to present our case and decision over the Accords. Politicians, officials and experts from around the world had gathered to speak about the Sokovian Accords, and what it could mean.
I stood, watching as muggles in suits stood around, staring at us and pointing to us. I sighed, fidgeting with the buttons on my beige business jacket. I wore a beige business suit, with a beige skirt, black blouse and black stiletto pumps, opting to go business like instead of casual like. The Elder Wand, the wand that I now used frequently given my title and my status, was tucked inside the pocket of my jacket and my raven coloured hair was down in waves, framing my face.
"Stop being so nervous. You'll be fine. It's just the King of Wakanda and his son that's presenting the Accord, along with some 'so called' experts that want to have their say. They want answers and we're here to give it to them." Natasha muttered.
"I would be fine, if they get here on time. Hermione and Steve need me and so far all we're doing is wasting time." I snapped. "I get the King wanting punishment or payment for the devastation in Lagos, but signing the Accord is a bit much."
"While I agree that it is a little much, but we need control. After Sokovia, we need control." Natasha protested.
"We've literally just spent the last few days fighting over this. Natasha, if we sign this document, it gives them the right to come after us. Not just the Avengers, but the wizarding community. The world has only just found out witches and wizards exist and now they want to control it? No wonder we've spent the last few hundred years hiding in plain sight. We've should have never joined the Avengers." I growled.
Natasha looked at me sadly. "I know...but that's why you're here, to convince them not to have the Magical community involved and allow the UN just control those in the them. And you know, if you didn't join us, Steve and I would never have met our soulmates. But I will not let anything happen to any of you, or the community. George is...my soulmate and I would die before I'd let any government hack take him away for experimenting."
I nodded. "I know Nat...I just...I'm worried. We sign this, we're basically signing our lives away."
More and more people had entered into the large conference room that the meeting was being held in. Natasha then gestured to two black men walking into the room, and immediately I know who they are. T'Chaka, the king of Wakanda, and his son, T'Challa, the prince and my soulmate. I immediately froze, and I saw Natasha notice me freeze.
"What is wrong with you?" She whispered.
"What? Nothing, just noticing royalty walking in." I mumbled.
She frowned. "Okay...now tell me the truth."
I sighed. "I know who he is...Tichella..."
She rolled her eyes. "T'Challa...but go on."
"He's my soulmate. I have his name embedded on my ankle." I said.
"His name? But soulmarks are words not names." She gasped.
"Because, when I first speak to him, I pronounce his name wrong. Now, he's here and I am not ready to meet my soulmate!" I whispered frantically.
"Well, suck it up because he's about to walk over to us now!" Natasha snapped. "Your Majesty!"
Heading towards us, was King T'Chaka, and Prince T'Challa. The king greeted us warmly, but was weary of our presence.
"Is this the infamous Black Widow of the Avengers? I was hoping that there would be a representative from your team. It seems I have two, though not the two I had wanted." T'Chaka voiced as he walked to us. He looked tired, and weary but considering he was trying to fight for his country, it was understandable.
T'Challa on the other hand, looked intimidating. He was tall, strong, with broad shoulders and every inch of him screamed royalty. I had only seen pictures of him in my attempts to research him, but in real life, he was bigger and if I was honest, handsome. I opted to ignore him as he introduced himself to Natasha, thanking her for being there. His dark chocolate eyes glanced at me, but I looked away, ignoring him. I overheard Natasha apologise for our actions in Nigera, and I tuned back into the conversation.
"It is sad that Captain Rogers will not be joining us. He is vital to the Accords as he is the leader of the Avengers, is he not?" T'Chaka inquired.
"Yes, he is, but unfortunately he was called away on personal matters. No matter, I have someone better. Your majesties, this is the Lady Adelaide Potter Black, our liaison with the Magical Community. You might know her as the Mistress of Death. She is Roger's replacement." Natasha introduced me.
"As much as we appreciate a representative from the magical community, it is Captain Rogers that we should be dealing with, Miss Romanoff. But mark my words, we will deal with the Ministry of Magic as they too need to be controlled." T'Challa expressed his anger to Natasha.
"I am sorry, Prince Tichilla, but the Magical Community has more to lose if myself and the other magical Avengers were to sign this Accord, and on that note, you should know that magic cannot be controlled no matter how many generals or so called experts tell you so. You do realise, that if the UN controls the wizarding community, the world would then find out that there is so much more to magic than what we've shown them so far. If you had any sense at all, you would leave the community out of the Accords. Cause mark my words, I will protect the wizarding community and the Avengers if it is the last thing I do." I snapped.
He frowned, turning to his father before back to me. "Lady Potter, while I am aware of the consequences that are involved, the wizarding community is a mystery, one I wish to solve and my name is pronounced as T'Challa, not Tichilla. The world is curious about the witches and wizard currently in your group, including yourself and I think the world would feel relieved if we could control that."
He turned to his father, who had also had a frown upon his face. T'Chaka chuckled, before placing his hand on his son's shoulder and gave him a clap on the back.
"Leave it to my son to find out that his soulmate is none other than the Mistress of Death!" T'Chaka chuckled. "Come on Miss Romanoff, I believe my son has some words he'd like to say to his soulmate."
I pleaded to Natasha but she was pulled away from us. Then, a man had called out for everyone to find their seats as the meeting was about to begin. I was stuck, wondering if I should follow Natasha, but T'Challa answered that for me by grabbing my arm and pulling me gently away from the crowd. I followed him as he led me over to the tall windows on the side of the room and I tried to ignore the electricity that was passing between us.
He let go of my arm and I couldn't decide whether to feel disappointed or relieved he had let me go. He then placed his hands on the metal bar adjacent to the window and sighed, before turning to me, leaving one hand on the bar. The meeting then started, with a man speaking to the room, addressing the reason behind the meeting. I turned my face away from the group, watching as T'Challa tried to form a sentence.
"You know, when a gentleman wants to speak to a lady, they don't grab them like you just did and whisk them away, only to not talk or explain their actions." I hissed, trying to keep my voice calm and quiet.
"I am sorry for manhandling you like I did, but I think such conversations should be private as we will have much to talk about." He elaborated. His accent made his voice sound deep, and if I was honest, really sexy.
"We're soulmates, so what? It's not that much of a big deal." I grumbled.
"Not much of a big deal? On the contrary, Lady Potter, it is a big deal. I have been waiting for you for the last thirty-five years, ever since your words showed up my skin. You have been such a mystery to not only myself, but my parents. My mother had hoped that she would one day meet you, but she passed before she got the chance." T'Challa argued, his dark chocolate eyes boring into my emerald green. "Though, I don't think she was not expecting this."
"Oh I am sorry. I am sorry that I'm not a princess or merely some human. I supposed you're angry that your soulmate happens to be a magical being and British?" I barked.
"Quite the opposite..." He smirked. "I am merely thanking the Gods that I have such an exquisite beauty for a soulmate and that she is has passion, along with a fierceness to protect those she loves."
I blushed, looking down, shocked at his words. "Oh...I appreciate that. But let's not defer from the matter at hand. I came here, to this meeting to ask if you could keep the Magical community from the Accord. The World has only just find out that magic exists and it will take years for the muggles to accept us. And don't get me wrong, we are trying to educate those-"
"I understand your need to protect your community. I too, have the same need to protect my people. But magic, and all it possesses is something but a mystery. One I wish to solve. But if you are willing, perhaps you can teach me about your world, and I will do my best to protect the Magical Community from the World." He compromised. "I find myself agreeing with your words. The world is much too fragile to learn the full scope of the Magical community but I believe that those who are willing can learn if they wish too, like myself."
"Okay, so not how I was expecting this conversation to go...while I agree, I am just wondering what made you change your mind? Only moments ago, you were hell-bent on exposing the Avengers and the Magical community." I frowned, trying to make sense of his words.
"That was before my soulmate turned out to be a witch. And call me old fashioned, but it is in my will to protect the woman that I will one day call my wife." He explained.
"Wife? Woah, we haven't even had a first date yet and already we're talking marriage? Okay...we need...to slow...like, way down. Not that I don't want to be your wife and all...I just think we should do this right and get to know each, if you're willing." I stammered.
He smiled. "I understand. But I am glad that you're not saying no to the idea. But yes, I am willing."
I nodded. "Well, now that we have that sorted, we can sort out the other issues. Like the Accord. I am willing to sign it if it means that I can leave the Magical community out of it. But I can and will teach you our world. So I'm proposing that I sign the Accord, along with the other magical members of the Avengers - though they might take some convincing and I think I will need protection charms from the hexes I will get - but if it means that we cause less destruction and keep more muggles safe, I am willing. As well as teach you about our world, but only if you propose to keep the magical community out of the Accord."
"I accept your proposal. Like you said, the world has only just gotten used to the idea of magic and from what I know about your world, it is far more than just magic." He remarked. "I am sorry, but I am to understand that the term muggle means human?"
I nodded. "Yes, it's what we witches call those without magic. Those who were born in muggle families like Hermione Granger-Rogers are what they call muggleborns and I am a half-blood, meaning my mother was a muggleborn and my father was a Pureblood. Purebloods are those who came from families of magic."
"I see..." He paused, before tilting his head. "What do you mean they'll 'hex' you? I thought that this is what you all had agreed to."
"Yes and no. If I am being honest, the team is split, torn so to speak, about the Accord. One half of the team wants to sign if it means peace, but there are some that don't wish to sign because it means a loss of freedom. There have been quite a few arguments over the last few days ever since General Ross presented us with the Accord. It will not be easy to persuade them. I only agreed to sign because it means the magical community is protected but convincing the others will be a challenge." I informed him.
"I see..." He frowned. "Perhaps you should tell them about us. Tell them that I am your soulmate and that I can and will do anything to protect you, despite barely knowing you. Would that persuade them?"
"It might...Hermione already knows you're my soulmate so she might agree. She's known your name ever since I told her I had it embedded on my ankle." I muttered, thinking over his suggestion before realising what I had said.
"What do you mean you've had my name embedded on your ankle? Soulmarks are words, not names..." He whispered.
I gulped, before gently taking off my heel, and lifting up my ankle so that it rested on my knee. I gestured to T'Challa, showing him the words embedded on my ankle. It was awkward, considering I was standing and trying to balance but he touched my skin, tracing his fingers over the words, and his name. I then dropped my foot to the ground, putting it back in its shoe and straightening my suit. The meeting was still going on, and so far no one had noticed us talking away in our corner. T'Chaka had now began to speak, telling the crowd about the events in Lagos and Nigeria.
T'Challa was quiet, too quiet.
"Please say something. Anything..." I sighed, watching him. "If it helps, I have a reason, sort-of. I wish that I had a better reason than the one I'm about to tell you, but I don't. You see, for some twisted reason, I believe that I'm not entitled to a happy ending. I've done things, so many things that make me think that I will never have that happy future. Hence the hesitation to seek you out. Finding your soulmate means a happy ending, and you are mine."
"Why would you think that? We are all entitled happiness, no matter what we've done. I, too, have done bad things, but I had hope that one day I would meet you. You are not the only one that has done bad things." He argued.
I bit my lip. "You don't know my story, the things I've been through that makes me feel like I don't deserve a happy ending. I fought in a war all because some bloody mad wizard decided that I was his enemy. I've killed people, bad people who tried to kill me because of that war...and people have died because they thought I was their saviour."
My eyes began to tear, but I took a deep breath and continued, T'Challa staring at me. "Your words, your name was hope to me and it still is. I am sorry...truly for I could have been yours years ago, but you're a prince. What prince wants someone who killed magical beings to save her life?"
He looked at me, a strange expression on his face before he turned his face away. He then frowned, staring at the window and I looked in his direction to see the muggles on the busy street below. There were police officers pointing their guns at a van, and gesturing to muggles surrounding them to run. It seemed that there was something in the van making them panic, and I gasped, reaching inside my jacket for the Elder Wand. He nodded, before turning around, yelling to the muggles in the room.
"Everybody get down!" He screamed as we both ran towards them.
I waved the wand above me, casting a minimal damage spell, but just as I did, the room suddenly blew, with glass, fire and debris flying everywhere and I flew, before landing with a thud against a solid wall. The sky had then filled with black smoke, causing the room to fill with smoke, and so I waved the wand again, casting a wind spell, pushing the air away. The minimal damage spell had caused little damage to the room, but there was still debris and broken glass everywhere.
Muggles around me where just getting up, and I saw Natasha get up from her spot, and I gasped in relief. I then looked around the room, before running towards T'Challa, who was crawling towards his unconscious father. I gasped as I ran, dropping down to my knees as I reached T'Challa. T'Chaka was not in a good state, and I could tell that he was close to death. I then waved my wand again, touching the king as I began to cast a healing spell on him.
"What are you doing?" T'Challa growled, slapping my hand away.
"I have to heal him. I know a powerful healing spell that may work on him. He's dying, T'Challa...he needs my help." I explained. "Please, you have to let me try to help him."
He nodded, and I pointed my wand to the King, before closing my eyes and casting the healing spell. The spell could be cast wordless, and this allowed me to focus on healing the king. I could feel my magic shake as I made the spell grow more powerful as it healed T'Chaka. So far, the king showed no sign of waking up, but I knew the spell was working, as my magical core was shaking. I was getting weaker and tired by the minute but I stayed focused, healing the man that could possibly be my future father-in-law.
Suddenly, T'Chaka gasped for air, but didn't open his eyes. I gasped, collapsing back onto my bum and trying to calm myself down. Whether I was calming myself or feeling relieved, I don't know, but I didn't have a moment to catch a breath before suddenly someone was pulling me up and pulling away from T'Challa and his father. The prince stared at me as I was pulled away, and I turned to see that it was Natasha pulling me. I didn't look back, and allowed Natasha to lead me out.
"What the hell happened?" I muttered.
"I don't know...and I don't like not knowing."