hird Person P.O.V.
Sunday-
Clint screams. Natasha's head pops up off her pillow. She changes in thirty seconds flat and sprints out the doorway, running towards the sound of her friend's scream. She slams against the door, busting it open. "Clint?!" She cries. A form comes out of the restroom, she barely recognizes him. "Clint?!" She cries again, this time in confusion. The two stare at each other in silence. Clint was not like how she remembered him. His rough features were smoothed, giving him a youthful quality. She suddenly found it quite impossible for her to guess Clint's age, it was equally probable for him to be 20 or 40. In fact, he didn't look like any age. Natasha didn't know it, but she looked very similar to her longtime friend. Suddenly she realized what this must mean, "Clint! You met your- our soulmate!" Natasha cried, envy ringing through her. Clint finally shook his head, clearing his mind. He grabbed Natasha's hand and pulled her to the bathroom- even as she hissed at his touch. She froze when she saw herself in the mirror. She had never been one to stare at herself (except when going on missions), but she did know what she looked like. And this was not it. That meant- who was it?! She didn't know, but she had a plan- of sorts. She rushed out of the room and down the hall to Steve's room. She banged on the door, pounding quite profusely. When he opened the door, confusion and alarm written on his face, he said, "Is everything alright? Where's Violet?" Natasha looked into the soldier's face and barely recognized it. She just strode down the hall with determination. She pounded on the billionaire, philanthropist, and whatever else he called himself's door. Her suspension was confirmed yet again. She broke into a sprint and threw her fist at the last door. Thor stepped out. She didn't believe it was possible for a demigod to look ageless, but indeed she was wrong. She couldn't even tell what age he was supposed to look like. She didn't explain, but instead walked to the kitchen and plopped down on a chair. The four of them hustled into the room soon after, trying to figure out what was the matter. She didn't say anything, but instead allowed the buffoons to figure out what had happened for themselves. She was busy trying to figure out who she had met six months ago. She thought of the missions she had gone on lately- but she quickly cut those out of the running. She considered the staff, but there hadn't been any new hires so that took them out. So she went through the team. She sat up straighter, thinking hard about the options. She kind of forgot why after a minute, she started thinking about the newest recruit. She thought about her long blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes. She smiled despite herself. Then it dawned on her, her mouth dropped open and she didn't notice the hand waving in front of her face. She jumped as Clint snapped his fingers at her. "Nat? You okay?" He asked, worry ringing in his voice. Natasha just nods slowly, taking a deep breath. "Well, I now, finally, concede it's a girl. A young one too..." she said. The others eyes snap to her, hanging onto her every word. "Violet." She whispers. The room was quiet as everyone considered the possibility.
Violet yawns broadly, rolling out of bed with her eyes half closed. She needed a coffee. She felt odd, like her body was made anew. She just assumed it was because of the late night date with Peter. She comes into the kitchen, "Hey." She says, noticing five familiar forms on the couch. She waits a minute for the coffee, yawning again. When it finally completed she slouched into the living room, sipping on her coffee. The others were strangely quiet, so she looked up. Her coffee fell from her hands. She saw Natasha walk up to her, grabbing onto her wrist. She pulled up the girl's sleeve and soul mark concealer. A small black spider with a red dot looked back at her. The other four slowly walked up, pulling at different articles of clothing to reveal their soul marks. A small hammer on her right wrist. A shield on her rib cage, an arrow on her calf, and a red triangle on her hip. There was a collective silence, before tears sprung to Violet's eyes. She runs out of the room towards her own, but five pairs of feet thundered behind her. Steve was the first to reach her, grabbing her arm. "Where are you going, Doll?!" He asked, already choosing a pet name. She pulled feebly at his grip, but didn't truly try. "I'm sorry." She whispered before breaking down to tears and collapsing into Thor's awaiting arms. Steve grabbed her hand while Clint grabbed the other, Natasha stroked her hair gently, and Tony just stood there motionless for a minute, before finally stepping forward and looping an arm around her waist. The six of them stood there for a minute, not noticing Scarlet who had snuck into the room with her camera out. She was grinning and taking photos the whole time.
Violet felt at a peace she had never felt before in her life, in the arms of her soulmates. Well five of them. She looked up and saw five worried faces. She took a deep breath in, soaking in the feeling before she told them she couldn't. "Don't." Natasha said, ever the mind reader. Violet just nodded feebly. After about five minutes, they gravitated to the living room. Violet took her normal seat, Natasha beat the others to her right hand side and Thor rushed to the left. Clint laid beside her calf with his mark, leaning on her leg and looking up at her. Tony growled and took his seat at her feet, leaning against the hip with his mark. Steve somehow slithered behind her and held her around the waist. She wasn't sure how he did that. She felt Natasha rest a head on her shoulder slowly, looking up at her as if asking for permission. She had never seen the assassin look so worried. She smiled and nodded gently. Natasha grinned and snuggled against her. They sat there for a comfortable ten minutes, each getting as close as they could to their soulmate. "I understand if you guys aren't okay with this." She whispered quietly. The others all snapped to attention, all shaking at their heads. She felt herself start to cry, she had never felt happier. She reached her wing around behind Natasha and allowed her to cuddle into the warmth. She grabbed the remote and flicked it to her with her wing as well, catching it easily and turning on Firefly on Hulu. They all fell asleep within the first episode. They had never felt so at peace or calm.
About two hours later, Violet awakes to see Scarlet and Diana looking at her, pride on their faces. "Look at our little Violet, all grown up," Scarlet says. Violet rolls her eyes. Diana tosses her phone towards her, "Might wanna text Lover Spider." She says, sinking onto the couch beside Natasha with Scarlet. The two of them snuggled into her wing, greedily seeking the warmth. She laughs before texting Peter. She didn't know what to say, so she just sent Peter, I found some soulmates. May wanna come to the tower. She sent it. Within the minute Peter responded, on my way.
When Peter arrived, Violet and her five soulmates (plus the two soultonics) were all asleep again. Peter clears his throat. Natasha wakes up. "Oh! Peter! It's not what it looks like! I mean-" Peter cut her off. "I understand, I got a text." He whispers before crawling past Thor and sitting in the small space between Thor and Violet, near her forearm mark. About fifteen minutes later, the two of them were asleep again.
About an hour later, Jarvis spoke. "Sir, I understand you have just figured out who your soulmate is, but Director Fury is on the phone." Tony and the others started, waking up suddenly. "Okay, patch him through, Jarvis," Tony says, yawning. The one-eyed man's face appeared on the giant television. "Um... I'm glad to see there has been some team bonding..." He starts awkwardly. "Don't worry, sir. We're Violet's soulmates! Well, Natasha, Steve, Tony, Thor, and I are. Can I call you by your real names now?!" Peter asked excitedly. The director was stunned silent. "Well, Miss Hunter, congratulations are in order." He says. She just grins and nods. "Thanks! So, what was the news?" She asked. He started, "Oh! Right! We got news of Loki's scepter in Sokolova. We're going to need you to retrieve it." He says. Violet sighs, she had just gotten all but one of her soulmates together, couldn't they have a day without superhero interference. She guessed they couldn't.
"Hey, Nat!" Violet said, plopping down in the copilot seat beside her. Natasha smiled slightly, putting a hand over Violet's. "Do you think we're going to have any... complications?" The blue-eyed girl asked. Thor answered for Natasha. "Of course not, my Lady Violet! With us by your side, there is no problem you must fear!" He boasted. She laughed quietly, "I'm sure Thor, although you are easily vanquished by a box of Pops of Tarts." She said, chuckling. Tony laughed, putting a hand on her chair. "I knew my soulmate would be hilarious." He said, his eyes twinkling. Natasha side eyed him, "your soulmate? I think you mean our soulmate." She said, sounding slightly possessive. "Guys! Calm down! It's not like any of you were interested in me yesterday, you have no right to be possessive." She quipped. The others fell silent for a minute before Natasha spoke, "That's not entirely true..." she whispered. Everyone's eyes snapped to her. She explained her incidents when she had thought about Violet. The others were silent before they each, in turn, relived their own. By the end, they were all blushing, but Violet was laughing quite profusely. All five of the Avengers found themselves focusing on the girl laughing, entranced by her. The ship went slightly off course and they snapped back to attention.
Violet swoops towards the building, intent on finding the scepter. She hears a loud cry and twists midair to see a girl cowering as a piece of rubble fell towards her. Violet flapped her wings hard, propelling herself towards the girl, pushing her limit. She landed quickly and shot a hand up, catching the piece of building. The girl glances up at her- and Violet knew. This was the seventh one. The final soulmate. She swung her other arm out and grabbed the girl around the waist before flapping her wings and carrying them into the sky. The girl screamed and Violet saw weird red- things in the air. "Don't worry! It's me, your soulmate." She said, trying to soothe the frightened girl. She stopped and looked her in the eyes before pulling up her shirt to reveal an aqua seven petal flower. Yes indeed, she had found her seventh and final soulmate. What was she going to do?!
Violet. Even her name sounded perfect. She had waited her whole life for this girl, she wasn't going to let some stupid war get in the way. She had a horrifying flashback to sitting beside a bomb, just waiting for it to go off. The only thing that had kept her and her brother going was their soul marks. They weren't going to leave their soulmates without them. That just wasn't fair and they wouldn't let that happen. So, naturally, it was important to her when she met the soulmate she had been waiting her whole life to see and to thank. And to love.