Own nothing. You know the drill.
This bed is really comfy. I haven't been this comfy since I was a kid. Then my parents disowned me and my brother took me in, but he didn't have a lot either, so I slept on his couch. After he got his job with S.H.I.E.L.D. we moved to a slightly bigger place, but even then the bed was lumpy and gave me back ache. After he died, I stayed there and rented out his room to my best friend. I still live there, in the lumpy bed…so whose bed is this! Where the fuck am I? Now that I think about it, this isn't a bed, I think it's a couch. Who the hell has sofas this comfy. I open my eyes and see a living room of sorts. It large and open, two steps separate this space from the kitchen, and there's a whole wall full of windows. My back hurts. Shit! Captain America shot me. How the hell am I alive?
"It was a tranq gun." I turn and see the man himself sitting in a seat looking a bit embarrassed.
He's my soulmate! He must have felt my confusion. No. He's can't be my soulmate. He killed my brother. He's evil. Yes, I know he's not evil. He's captain bloody America, of course he's not evil. But I still hate him. Anyway, his soulmate's James Barnes… who also said my words. Oh shit. I saved his fucking life and he shoots me!
"So, let me get this straight. I save your arses, and you decide to shoot me." I glare at him.
All I wanted to do was go home and hide under the duvet on my lumpy bed, why does nothing ever go my way?
He gets even redder, if that's possible, "Urm, I might have, slightly panicked. And you'd just shown us a dead man, and fought of some ghosts who were trying to kill us. Thank you, for that, by the way."
Huh. So Captain America panics. Who'd have thought. He always looks so calm and collect, like when he blew up my brother.
"I didn't do it for you. I told you, I did it for my Grandpa."
At this point, the winter soldier walks through the door, with two other people in tow. He seems to be explaining something, but stops as soon as he sees my angry face.
"You're awake doll." He says.
"You know, if someone," I glare at the captain, "hadn't shot me, I wouldn't have been sleeping at all."
One of the guys who walked in with him, Hawkeye I'm assuming from the bow and arrow looks at Steve, "Bucky said you shot your soulmate, but I didn't actually believe him." He gives 'Bucky' some cash, "You owe me Steve."
The red haired woman assesses me thoroughly, looking me up and down, trying to see all my weaknesses. I stare her in the eye until she smiles at me.
"I like her. Good job boys." She says before walking off.
"Nat, wait. I don't know what to do!" Steve calls after her.
"You're the one who brought her here. You figure it out."
"So, what's your name?" Bucky sits next to me on the sofa.
"You know, usually you ask that before the kidnapping." I might have said that slightly flirtily, but who can blame me. This man looks like heaven! They both do. But, nope, not admitting that out loud.
"I'm Bucky, the idiot that shot you is Steve."
I look back at Steve, "I know who he is. He's on my 'people I'd like to kill but aren't allowed to' list."
They both look confused at that. What did they expect? That I'd instantly like them both and develop some sort of weird stock home syndrome?
"What did I do? Apart from shoot you…but that doesn't count."
I smiled at him, "If I told you I'd have to kill you. So maybe I will at some point."
"Okay, as much as I'm enjoying this I don't want to be a witness to Captain America's murder." Hawkeye says and jumps up into an air vent.
Both men look at each other slightly confused, and Steve looks rather depressed. Wait, they haven't proven it yet.
"Your marks, I want to see them."
"Do you not trust us doll?" Bucky says.
Damn. Every time he calls me that my knees go weak. So, instead of showing weakness, I just glare at them until they start taking their shirts off. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea.
"We've only known her two minutes and she's already got us whipped Stevie."
Why does Bucky have to be so cute? Ugh. How the fuck am I going to get through this? Both their shirts are off now. They're both perfect. And hot. So bloody hot. I notice my words on their shoulders, my messy loopy handwriting, both the same sentence: I was just paying off an old debt.
Right, so, no doubt there anymore. They're definitely my soulmates. What now?
"Right, so, what now? Cos I kind of want to go home, wash my hair, get ready for work tomorrow; you know, normal people stuff, that's neither superhero nor ghost related."
The two men look at each other weirdly.
"Urm… You can't leave." Bucky says.
"Huh? Sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly…"
"You're not allowed to leave. As our soulmate the Avengers need to do a check on you to make sure you're not-"
"Crazy? Cos it seems like if I were I'd be perfect for you. As you're both fucking insane! I have work. I have a life. I'm not going to drop everything for my soulmates. I don't give a fuck who you are!"
"Language." Did Cap actually just say that to me? Did he actually just say that to me?!
"If I want to fucking swear, I'll fucking swear! Now get out of my fucking way!" I shout as I stand up and try to move past them (they're both standing in front of me now). Shocked, I managed to shove past them and press the button on the lift.
"I'm sorry, but you're not allowed access to the lift un supervised." A robotic voice said out of nowhere.
The guys are still both looking at me.
"You can stay here, or in one of the girl's spare rooms, but we can't let you leave just yet, security checks and all."
I stare at them both. I'm done. So totally done.
"Where's my phone?" I question, perfectly calm.
"JARVIS?"
"Mr Stark has currently got it, adding 'improvements'"
"What? No. I need my phone. How did he even get past the password? Scrap that, he's a genius. Wait? Does that mean we're in Avengers Tower? I don't want anyone on my phone. My whole bloody life's on there!" and pictures of my brother.
Laughing, Steve says, "You millennials are so obsessed by your phones."
Bucky slaps him on the arm, but I see a smile on his face as well.
"You're right, you're obviously too old for me. Can I go home now?"
"Nice try doll. So, wanna stay here or at someone else's?"
I don't answer them.
"Ours it is then." Steve says.
I'm not going to agree, or disagree. What I am going to do, is get out of here.
"If you need the bathroom its over there. The bedrooms there." I'm told.
I walk over to the bathroom, slam the door, and start thinking of how the fuck to get out of here. I'll figure it out. Maybe. Hopefully. I sink to the floor and start silently crying. I hate myself for it. I shouldn't cry over them. It's not worth it. But I'm crying over the loss. The loss of soulmates. I can't be with them ever. Steve killed my brother, and Bucky will always stick with him. Why does the universe have to be so cruel?
A/N surprised by how many people like this story, so thanks. Always nice to realize people read my stuff. Might not be perfect. Writing this while procrastinating from revising for end of year exams. Yay.
