Soulmates. This single word started you on a journey 3 years ago with a god named Loki and a group of superheroes called the Avengers. Fast-forward 3 years and now you have been through unimaginable trauma and torture. The Avengers are now just people to you, not close friends and defiantly not a significant other. It has been a week since your first break down, and three more have transpired over the last week. All three times, Black hair has been the one to calm you down and all three times you had become more violent. The Avengers are growing more and more concerned, thinking there is a high chance that you are going to revert back to Assassin mode, and if that happens, things will go downhill fast.
The Avengers are assembled in the living room, discussing what they need to do to help you. Your breakdowns are getting worse by the episode, nothing seemed to be working. Everyone has a different idea on how to solve it, and no one is agreeing with each other.
"We need to get her a therapist," Tony suggests, watching a live feed of you in your room on his phone, he was on watch duty tonight, making sure nothing happened while you were sleeping.
"No," Steve shuts down Tony's idea, looking over at the man "She doesn't need to talk to some random person about how she's feeling. (Y/N) needs us, we should have a cycle, so one of us is with her at a time."
"I could go into her mind and try to fix her," Wanda proposes, looking over to Steve.
Bucky shakes his head, "Too risky, it could do more harm than good. Not that you're not capable." Bucky gives her a reassuring look, "It's just that her mind is too fragile to fix anything or do anything too extensive."
"I have an amazing idea," Loki speaks up, swirling his whiskey, looking up once everyone was staring at him, "We could not lock her in a room. If I remember correctly when Barnes first came to us, Captain Rogers was always with him and he was allowed to wander the tower, he was never confined to one room."
"But Bucky was further along," Sam counters, watching the god with a skeptical look on his face, "He was pretty predictable, and knew what he was."
"And she doesn't?" Clint questions, eyes narrowing with irritation, "My sister is fully aware of who she was. If I was in her place, I think being locked in the one room for two weeks would feel confining as hell."
"Brother Clinton does have a point," Thor concurs, standing up to move to the kitchen, "I feel as if staying in such a small room for a long period of time would make one go insane."
"So, let's just go let her out now." Natasha stands, preparing to move towards the hallway that leads to living quarters.
"Is she stable enough though?" Tony inquires, looking away from the live feed, "Sam's right, how do we know that as soon as we let her out, she won't attack us. I mean, I love her like a little sister, but I would prefer not to die."
"She needs someone to be with her at all times," Bucky decides, wrapping his right arm around Steve's shoulder, pulling the man closer, "She needs something to hold onto, like a safe place. Like Steve was always there for me, (Y/N) needs someone like that."
All eyes fall on Loki, who sucks in a breath, "I…I'm not…"
"Loki Laufeyson," Natasha gives him a death stare, daring him to disagree with her, "If you do not help my sister-in-law, so help me god, I will kick your ass so hard that you won't be able to do anything but whimper in pain for the century."
Clint snorts, quickly turning into a cough when Natasha turns her glare to him, "I would do what she says man, she's serious."
"I am not a reliable person," Loki retaliates, frowning at his drink, "Nor am I the most stable, as all of you know. Captain Rogers would be a much better choice."
"I may have been friends with the old (Y/N), and I may think that I knew her inside and out, but I know that I don't know this (Y/N), and I know that you knew and know her better than any of us, plus you're her soulmate, if anyone is the best choice, it's you. And even if she doesn't know about your romance in the past, she still trusts you the most, and that counts for something," Steve ends his speech with a reassuring smile.
"Plus you will have all of us," Vision adds, speaking for the first time since the conversation had started, "It's not as if you'll be alone and have the weight of it only on your shoulders. We are a team if I'm not mistaken."
Loki stays silent for a few seconds, considering the whole thing, the pros, the cons, and everything in-between. Finally, he nods, "Fine, I shall try."
"Well, I'm not trying to be a Debbie downer or anything, but Princess is still sleeping," Tony nods to your sleeping form on his phone, "We won't be doing anything for a while. Plus, it's almost midnight, I think we all need some sleep."
"For once, I agree with Tony," Natasha turns and starts walking down the hallway, "Sleep sounds like an excellent idea."
P.O.V. Switch and Time Skip: 8 Hours
You jolt awake, covered in a cold sweat. You don't remember what exactly caused you to awaken, but you knew it couldn't have been anything good. You sit, trying to catch your breath. After a minute or two of deep breathing, you slowly slide out of bed and walk over to the window. The sun is up and seems to have been up for a few hours. There was a slight breeze, so the leaves on all of the trees at the edge of the field were quivering. The dew had dried up on the grass, which was brilliant, robust green colour. No one was outside to disrupt the peaceful morning. You stood there for a long time, just watching. For someone reason, the sight was calming. You make a mental note, telling yourself to watch the world outside the concrete walls more often.
After what must have been 30 minutes, four dogs came into view. One was a golden retriever, one was a bloodhound, one was something that looked like a German Shepard, and one was a husky. A few seconds later Blondie comes out carrying a large hammer with strange ruins decorating all of the faces. You observe the group, watching as Blondie throws the hammer across the field previously empty field. The dogs go sprinting after it and only a few seconds later the German Shepard looking one comes running back with it. The game continues for a few more minutes before the dogs seem to lose interest. Blondie calls the dogs and all of them disappear, letting the field become peaceful once again. You turn away from the window and look at your small room, you had grown more comfortable in the space, even going as far as taking a peek at some of the books on the shelf. You then you're your attention to your clothing. You had been wearing this outfit for a few days, not bothering to ask for anything else to change into. It was a pair of red plaid pajama pants, and a plain black t-shirt. Now that you think about, you hadn't showered in a long time either, even though showering often was a new thing to you, you had begun to enjoy them, having a time reserved for just thinking could be a blessing or a curse, but then again, the only thing you did now was think. You shake yourself out of it, deciding that it would be in your best interest to go shower and see if you could find new clothes to wear.
You walk over to the small adjoining bathroom and shut the door behind you. You look around and meet your own eyes in the mirror large mirror hanging over the vanity. You step closer, looking at yourself. Your (H/C) hair was just brushing the top of your breast, it was stringy with horrid knots all through it, most likely coming from the lack of care. Your (E/C) eyes were sunken into your face and you had immense bags under your eyes. Your usually bulky frame was thinner than normal and your clothes seemed to hang off of your body. You turn away and begin to strip, dropping the clothes into a corner of the room. You walk over to the shower and turn it on, letting it heat up when you hear the door open in the main room.
"(Y/N)?" the voice sounded like Steve's, "Where are you?"
You look at the bathroom door for a few seconds, debating whether or not you should announce your presence. You decide that it would be in your best interest to do so. You walk over to the white door and open it slightly. You poke your head out and find Steve looking around the room.
Steve heard the door open, so he turns to look over at you. His usually perfect dirty blonde hair was a little messy and his blue eyes were sparkling as always. He had a white undershirt and a pair of gray sweatpants on, "There you are. You wanna come out?"
You stare at him for a few seconds before begrudgingly answering, "I'm getting in the shower."
"Oh," he answers, not faltering, "Well, I'll wait until you're done," Steve proceeds to sit in one of the chairs.
You almost close the door before poking your head back out and slowly saying, "I think I need new clothes?"
Steve turns back to look at you, "Clothes? Yeah, sure, I guess you've been wearing those for a while. Any preferences?"
"No, just clothes," you answer before closing the door and leaning against it. You take a deep breath, regaining your composure before you catch yourself in the mirror once. You watch your image become less clear as the mirror becomes overtaken by steam from the shower, thinking of a metaphor. As you find more of yourself and get warmer towards the others or talk to them more, everything you know becomes foggier. You turn away from the mirror and step into the shower. Steve wanted something and just standing around wouldn't accomplish anything, even if you weren't that fond of any of them, you had learned that if you didn't follow orders, you would get punished.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
You step out of the shower, cleaner than you had been in a few days. You grab a towel that had been hanging on the rack and dry off your body and hair. You look at your bare body in the mirror before you leave the room. You don't have any scars, the only imperfections you could find were the occasional freckle and your metal arm. The joining of skin and metal started right below your elbow, in a nasty looking scar. You weren't sure why it was metal, but you weren't going to ask anytime soon, mostly because you could feel the hatred for the arm growing day by day. You turn your attention to your powers, you could feel the energy rushing through you, but you wanted to make sure it was still there. You concentrate on your metal hand, willing it to heat up, a few seconds later a small flame flickers into existence. You extinguish it by closing your hand. Next, you focus on the water in the room, you will it to collect about the bathtub, just as before the water forms a small ball, which you drop. You turn away from the shower and start to concentrate on the air in the room, forcing it to move and surround you, once it was spinning in a tornado-like formation, you start a small fire, causing the air to heat up. A few seconds later, you were free of water in your hair and on your body. You release the air, letting it cool and fill the room once more. Last you close your eyes and search for any imperfections in the concrete. You find one in the corner, you focus in on that one spot, forcing the walls around it to shift, allowing the small crack to close. You open your eyes to see that the crack had disappeared, leaving no trace as to what had originally been there. You sigh, relieved that at least one thing hadn't failed you. You move to the door and open it, not caring that you were not clothed.
"Hey, I brought you…" Steve trails off when he turns to find you naked, "…clothes," Steve keeps his eyes trained on your face, not letting them wander from that spot.
You look at him strangely before walking over to the bed to find a pile of clothes. There was a pair of black underwear on the top, under it was a white bra, a gray t-shirt with the word, 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good,' a pair of blue sweatpants, and a pair of red and black plaid slippers.
You quickly put on the clothes, wondering if whoever owned the clothes you had been wearing liked plaid, seeing as a large number of it had been. You pull on the slippers last and then walk over to Steve. You stand in front of him and wait for a few seconds, he seemed to have spaced out. He blinks and jumps slightly noticing you in front of him, "Oh, good you're done."
You nod, wasn't that kind of obvious? You turn and seat yourself in the other chair. You bring your knees up to your chest and hug them, waiting for Steve to tell you why he was here.
"So, we've made an executive decision," Steve then clarifies himself, realizing that you might not know who we are, "The other Avengers and I, I mean. But we've come to the decision that you've been locked up in this room for a while, so we're gonna let you wander around the place. But, you'll have supervision at all times. That sound good?"
"Yes sir," you answer, releasing your legs once you realize he was giving you an order. You sit up straight and give him your full attention.
Steve frowns at your address and your change in posture, "That wasn't an order or anything, and you don't have to call me sir. Just call me Steve, okay?" he gives you a reassuring smile.
You nod once before realizing that he probably wanted you to be vocal, so you add, "Okay…Steve."
Steve smiles wider before standing up, "You're gonna stick with me for a little bit, though. Thor, Vision, Bucky, and I are the only ones who are awake, so I guess you can enjoy the peace and quiet before everyone else wakes up."
You stand up, slinking after Steve. He opens the door and looks behind him, "Come on," he motions, trying to get you to walk through the door. You look at him wearily before doing as he said. You turn around to face him as soon as you exit the door. You didn't know if he had a weapon or not, so you didn't like exposing your back to him. Steve walks out of the room, letting the door shut behind him. You look around at the hallway. There were a few expensive pieces of art, and a picture or two covering the walls, but other than that it was pretty empty. Steve started walking away from your door, so you speed-walk to catch up to him. He stops suddenly in front of a painting, causing you to stumble before you turn to look at it. It was a portrait of people surrounding a couch. Black hair and a girl were sitting on the couch. The girl was staring straight out, with a grin on her face, while black hair was looking down at the girl admiring her. The girl seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite place her. Clint and Red hair were sitting next to the girl. Clint was making a disgusted face at Black hair and the girl. Red hair was rolling her eyes and smirking. Tony and another man were standing behind the couch. Tony was holding out his drink with a smile, while the other man was just smiling. Blondie was sitting next to Black hair, beaming at the viewer. Steve was missing from the picture, but he was smiling at the painting as if the moment it was capturing was a memorable one. Steve and you both stay silent for a few minutes before Steve remembers you're there, so he turns to you, "See that person?" He points to the unknown girl, "That's you. That was the last day we all were together before it all went downhill."
You nod and look at the girl, no, you. She seemed happy. She had (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair, and (Y/E/C) eyes. She was absolutely stunning, but she wasn't you, she couldn't be.
Steve watches you, realizing that you wouldn't believe him, "Alright, let's go. I'm making breakfast this morning, so I better get a move on," Steve begins to walk away, you trail after him, "You should help. You used to love cooking."
You frown, scrunching your eyebrows together. The only thing you knew how to cook was Ramen noodles, and that was only because that's what you ate on a mission when you were on your own.
While you were thinking about your lack of cooking knowledge, Steve had come to an open doorway leading out to a living room looking area. You freeze at the entrance, while Steve goes in and disappears from view. You slowly inch your way out enough to look around at the room. In one corner of the room the TV was on some sort of show with a small blonde man wearing a gold crown sitting on a throne that seemed to be made of painted swords of various length. He seemed to be complaining about something to two other men.
Soldier and Blondie were intently watching the show, paying no attention to your entrance. Soldier grumbles, "Заткнись заискивающий кусок дерьма. Никто не заботится о вас и ваших чертовски проблемы. Вы, действуя как Драко Малфой, но более ехидным."
You frown, who was Draco Malfoy? The name sounded familiar, just as the girl in the portrait had, but this time, instead of wondering in silence, you speak out, "Кто является Драко Малфой?"
Steve turns around and faces you, looking concerned, "Buck? What'd she say?"
Soldier, Buck, whoever he was spins to face you, as does Blondie. Buck thinks for a few seconds, "She asked who Draco Malfoy was, but that's because I made a comment about that S.O.B. in Russian," he jerks his thumb towards the frozen blonde man on TV.
Steve seems to relax," Oh, I thought…" he trails off, "Never mind what I thought. Could you two keep an eye on her while I make breakfast?"
Blondie seems to light up at the suggestion, "Of course Captain! It would be our honor."
"Alright," Steve nods, then turns his attention to you, "Go sit with Thor and Bucky, I'm sure they'll turn off the TV and actually interact with you," with that, he turns and walks to the large kitchen in one corner of the room.
Soldier, who now is known as Bucky grumbles something unintelligible in what sounded like Russian before reaching for a remote and shutting off the TV. You stand in one corner of the room, looking at your surroundings. There was a small sitting room in the close to you. There also was a rather large kitchen on the other side of you, which was covered in cooking materials as Steve began to cook breakfast. Next to the kitchen was the den, where Thor and Bucky were currently sitting. In the middle of the room was a small dining table. At the far end of the room was a meeting room, separated by a glass wall. Along one corner of the room was a set of stairs and a railing that ran the whole length of the room. There were large windows on all sides of the room and three doors leading to different places.
You started to make your way over to the den when four run up the stairs and start jumping all over you. You didn't know what to do, so you stand there frozen not so much in fear, but in confusion. Bucky seems to sense your discomfort and comes to your rescue, "Hey, leave her alone, guys, knock it off," Two of the dogs immediately back off, one runs over to Steve, it was the golden retriever, the other was the German Shepheard looking dog, who ran over to Thor. The husky and the bloodhound continue to bounce around excitedly around you, "Storm, Max, knock it off!" The bloodhound slinks away, but the husky plants itself besides you, looking up at you with its sparkling blue eyes, much like Steve's, "Storm, come on," Bucky stands up and walks over to you and the dog, Storm, "Come on Storm, leave her alone," he reaches out to grab your arm, but before he could, Storm jumps up and growls at him, and you grab his arm, twisting it.
"Не трогайте меня," you growl, dropping your hold on his arm before moving to sit at the very end of the couch, away from Thor and where Bucky was previously sitting. Strom runs over and jumps up onto your lap, lying across it and preventing you from moving. Bucky didn't seem stunned by your outburst, but it takes him a second to make his way over to you, preparing to push the dog off. You stop him with a harsh stare, "Don't…it's nice…I guess."
Bucky nods, biting his lip before making his way over to where Thor was sitting. Everyone is silent for the next couple of minutes, the only thing disrupting it was the banging coming from the kitchen.
You look down at the dog lying across your lap, it seemed nice enough, and it was now asleep. You cautiously rest your hands on its back. It was soft and thick, but it was comforting. You run your hands through the fur, keeping a rhythm with the strokes. It was strange, having something be somewhat comfortable around you. Even though the people you were around, and they were nice enough, you knew they weren't totally relaxed around you, there was a tension in the air, and you could sense it.
Bucky clears his throat, gaining your attention. You look up at him, frowning at his interruption. He sighs before nodding to the dog on your lap, "That's Storm, she's your dog if I'm not mistaken," Thor makes an agreeing noise, "She's a Husky, you got her at in animal shelter down in the city. At least, that's what I've been told."
"She is very protective of you," Thor adds, watching you thoughtfully, "Has been since they day we brought her home," He looks down at the dog lying across his lap, "This is Gunnar, he is my dog. A Norwegian elkhound. I got him at the same place you got your dog."
Bucky picks up the conversation, "The golden retriever following Stevie around like his some kind of god, which he's not, by the way, is Peggy."
"Don't start teaching her your ways Buck," Steve calls from the kitchen, "I don't need another one of you."
Bucky snorts, looking over at you with a grin on his face, "He may be cute, but he's a bit bossy. Not that it's a bad thing in some places."
"The…the dog?" you question, confused by the banter happening. Bucky snorts again before he bursts out laughing, "Wait, did…did you mean Steve?"
Thor smiles at Bucky's antics before turning his attention to you, "Yes, I do believe Brother Barnes meant Captain Rogers."
Bucky takes a few seconds to calm down before he finishes talking, "And…" he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, "That dog over there," he points to the dog sleep in the corner, "That's Max, he's Clint's dog. There are also two cats roaming around somewhere. One is Aglaij, that's Natasha's cat, it's a Siamese. The other one is a black cat, Onyx, he's Loki's annoying cat."
"Annoying?" you question, continuing to pet the dog, Storm, on your lap.
"Let's just say my brother's cat only likes certain people," Thor explains, frowning, "And those people include him, you, and that dog," he nods to Storm. As if right on cue, a black cat strolls into the room, looking as if he owned the world, "And that would be him." The cat prances over to you sniffs your leg, then jumps up on to the arm of the couch. He meows impatiently, so you reach out a hesitant hand and start stroking his back. He begins to purr happily before deciding he had enough and he jumped off the couch.
"Идиотские чертовски кошка," Bucky grumbled, watching as the cat slinks away, still full of himself.
You frown at Bucky before snapping at him, "Перестать быть сырой, кошка не вредит никому."
You hear a soft snort come from the kitchen, causing you to turn your head sharply in that direction. Steve was silently laughing, "I don't even know what she said to you Buck, but boy, I think she told you."
"Shut up doll," Bucky grumbles jokingly, looking over at Steve with a smirk.
Steve goes bright red and stops laughing, "Buck…"
You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, "Are you two…?"
"Yep," Bucky agrees proudly watching Steve with a look that you couldn't identify, "Have been since 1930, on and off, though. We're soulmates."
"Soulmates," you repeat, testing how the world felt in your mouth. The word sounded familiar, but not at the same time, "That…it's familiar."
Footsteps echo from the living quarters and two people enter the living room. Clint, and Red hair, both holding hands. Clint and Red hair notice you sitting on the couch, "Hey," Clint greets softly, smiling at you.
You nod in greeting before focusing back on the topic at hand, "Does everyone have a soulmate?"
"Woah," Red hair interrupts, frowning, "Let's have this discussion when the person of interest is in the room."
"I agree," Steve calls, walking over to the den, "Besides, breakfast is ready. We're having pancakes."
You become interested at the prospect of food, "Pancakes?" You shove the dog off of you and turn to face the man, "Where?"
Everyone in the room chuckled, "On the dining room table," Clint answers with a smile, "I can see somethings haven't changed."
You nod before pushing past the others to see the display of food on the table. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast. It was a feast, "Isn't this wasteful?"
"Well, we have two gods, three super soldiers, and the rest of the Avengers, so no, it's not wasteful," a voice answers. You spin to see Red guy standing behind you. He then addresses the rest of the room, "I took the liberty to inform the rest of the household that breakfast was ready. Mr. Stark, Master Loki, Captain Wilson, and Miss Maximoff will be joining us shortly."
Bucky watches as you eye the table hungrily, "I think we'll start without them," He looks around at the others, "If that's okay with the rest of you."
"That works with us," Thor agrees, making his way over to you, "I do believe that means you can, as they say, dig in, Lady Barton."
You pull out a chair and sit down, reaching for the nearest bowl. You plop half of it on your plate before you start wolfing it down.
"I think you might need to make more," Clint comments, watching as you finish the eggs and reach for a plate of bacon.
"Yeah," Steve agrees, before sighing, "I suggest we start eating before there's nothing left."
Time Skip: 30 Minutes
Over the course of your breakfast, four people had joined the meal. One was black hair, one was Tony, one was the African American, and the last was a girl that seemed familiarly. Steve had to make another serving of pancakes, seeing as you had eaten about 5 of them. There was chatter happening all around you. Clint, who was next to you, was rambling on about something to the new girl, Bucky, who was on the other side, was calling to Steve in the kitchen, teasing him about something. Red hair and the other man were conversing about a movie they had watched a week or two ago, something called The Exorcist. Tony was talking to Thor about some kind of technology from a place called 'Asgard." Red guy was observing the rest of the group, but his focus seemed to be on the new girl. Black hair was sitting across from you, but he wasn't speaking to anyone, nor was he eating, he was just pushing a piece of soggy pancake across his plate. He seemed to be thinking about something, and he was looking past you.
Steve comes back over to the dining room, placing another plate of steaming hot pancakes in front of you. You reach for some syrup and pour an ungodly amount of it on the stack. You cut into the stack and shove a mouthful into your mouth when Steve clears his throat, gaining everyone's attention. You look up at him, mouth half-open with the fork sticking out. Steve looks around until his eyes rest on you. When he fully takes in your appearance, he snorts once before he starts to laugh a little, "Uh…" he snickers, "Sorry, um…as I was trying to say. So, if you all did notice, (Y/N) is out with us now," all eyes switch from Steve to you. You take the fork out of your mouth and chew your food, watching all of them menacingly, not backing down your stare. Most of them looking at their plate or look somewhere else, while Red Hair, Bucky, and Steve continue to look at you, "Anyway, I have a feeling you don't really know much about us, or about any of us at all," Steve was directly addressing you now, so you break the stare you had been holding with Red hair, "So I thought we could go around and say our names, and maybe something about ourselves."
Tony snorts, gaining everyone's attention, "What? It sounds like the first day of school," Tony takes on a higher pitch, authoritative voice, "Okay boys and girls, we're going to go around and introduce ourselves. Say your name, a fun fact about yourself, and something fun you did this summer."
"He's not wrong," Clint chimes in, then he shudders, "Ugh, School."
"Alright, fine," Steve huffs, eyeing the others, "What do you suggest we do then?" Nobody speaks, "That's what I thought."
Bucky looks over at Steve with a shit-eating grin on his face, "Alright Mr. America, you should go first."
"I…uh…" Steve turns red, looking down at his feet, "Yeah…uh…sure," Steve pulls his shirt collar away from his neck, "Alright, so, (Y/N), I'm Steve, but I guess you knew that. Um…this was a horrible idea."
"Are you done?" you question, eyeing your pancakes, "Cause I wanna finish my pancakes."
"Let her eat," Black hair speaks for the first time, lifting his head up and looking behind you at Steve with his bright green eyes, "She needs nutrition. Who knows how many times they actually fed her?"
You look at the man and give him a nod of thanks before scarfing down your pancakes. You planned to eat as much as you could, who knew if they'd feed you again? That's what always happened back there. They usually fed you huge meals, but sometimes they made you go days without food for punishment.
A few minutes later, you had finished off the pancakes and the glass of water in front of you. You sit back and closely observe the others, something you had not had a chance to do since your arrival. You could read most of them quite easily. You had trouble with Bucky, Red Hair, and Black hair, though, they all seemed reserved. You must have been distant for longer than you thought because Clint elbows you. You jump a little and then glare at him, "You okay over there?"
"Fine," you growl, slouching down in your chair, waiting for someone to tell you that you could leave. You fall back into your own thoughts and start wondering about those words you had found on the back of your shoulder, at first you thought it was identification from Hydra, but once you had figured out what it said, you doubted that. Plus, it looked like part of your skin, not a tattoo. The words, which you had finally read with great difficulty, had said, 'You dare attack me, you mewling quim!' Your curiosity about the words was growing each second, and you had a feeling that the others knew. So, with great reluctance, you speak up, "Ihaveaquestion," the words come out quiet and rushed. You look around and notice that no one seems to have heard you over the conversations. You speak louder this time, and hopefully clearer, "I have a, um, question."
This time you catch the attention of Bucky he seemed to have the sharpest ears, "You have a question?" You nod reluctantly. Bucky turns to face you and smiles slightly and begins to talk in a calm, soothing voice, "Alright, what's your question?"
"I, um," you swallow, trying to comprehend that someone was actually being nice to you, "I, I have these words on…on my right shoulder blade…and, um, I'm not sure…" you trail off, hoping he knew what you meant.
"Do they look like a tattoo, or like part of your skin?" Bucky inquires, looking at you with his blue-gray eyes that seemed like they were hiding something.
"Like, part of my skin," you answer, turning yourself in your chair so you could face Bucky. You were growing more confident, but you weren't sure why, "And it says, I think, you dare attack me you mewling quim," you see a flash of movement in the corner of your eye and see Black hair had become more attentive and was now watching you with a worried look in his eye.
"That would be a soulmark," Bucky answers but before he could continue, you interrupt;
"Soulmark? Like, soulmate?"
Bucky nods, "Yeah," he then chuckles, "You're pretty smart, and quick, I suppose Steve wasn't wrong."
"But what are they?" you interrogate, your curiosity overwhelmingly your regard for the compliment that you think Bucky gave you.
"I think Loki would be a better explainer of that," Bucky replies, nodding to the black haired man watching the both of you intently, "Isn't that right?"
Black hair, who had now been revealed as Loki sat straight up in his chair and seemed at a loss for words, which you had a feeling wasn't normally like him, "I, I suppose."
"Well, that's settled," Bucky turns back to you, giving you a reassuring look, "Loki will explain things to you while he shows you around the compound."
You eye Loki suspiciously, he seemed terrified at the idea. You had noticed that he seemed to get uncomfortable around you, except when you were having an episode. He seemed to be hiding something, and you didn't know what.
Loki makes eye contact with you before standing, "I'm going to take (Y/N) for a stroll around the place if you need us," he announces.
"Alright," Steve answers, watching as you slowly stand up and push the chair in, "If you need anything just ask for Friday. But if you go outside, get one of us."
"I believe I can work with that," Loki walks away from the table before turning to face you, "Shall we?"
Without hesitation you reply, "We shall," you then frowned, confused as to why those words had come out of your mouth. Loki, however, seems to be pleased with your response.
"Well then, come on love, this place is much larger than it looks," Loki walks towards a new hallway, with a spring in his step that wasn't there before. You reluctantly trail after him, glancing back at the others. Bucky gives you a reassuring nod, while Steve looks concerned. Well, new experiences might be good, right? What's the worst that could happen?
Заткнись заискивающий кусок дерьма. Никто не заботится о вас и ваших чертовски проблемы. Вы, действуя как Драко Малфой, но более ехидным = Shut up you whiny piece of shit. Nobody cares about you and your fucking problems. You're acting like Draco Malfoy, but more bitchy
Кто является Драко Малфой? = Who's Draco Malfoy?
Не трогайте меня = Don't touch me
Идиотские чертовски кошка = Idiotic fucking cat
Перестать быть сырой, кошка не вредит никому = Stop being crude, the cat isn't harming anyone
There's chapter 36! Sorry, this took so long! I had finals and went on a short vacation, and I know this one is a bit shorter than normal, but I figured the end was a good place to cut off. Let me explain 2 things to y'all that might have confused you. First, the title, yes, I know it's weird but there is a song titled The Trapeze Swinger by Iron & Wine, which fits the theme, if you don't believe me, look up the lyrics. Second, the 'shall we' 'we shall' bit at the end. If you remember, closer to the beginning of the story, like the first few chapters (ugh, I need to rewrite those) that was something that Loki and Reader said quite a bit. I hope that cleared a few things up! If you have any questions or requests, just comment them or pm me! That's all for now!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except (Y/N), the rest are owned by Marvel.