A/N: Apologies to any Russian readers for the bad google translate Russian.

Written for: agent-of-ships. January 13th, 2018 Natasha/Skye(Daisy) soulmate fic.

Skye's soulmark was in Russian. She went through ten different languages on google translate-yes, she used google translate as a kid shut up everyone starts somewhere- before she finally got the right one. Once she knew which part of the country her one true love was from, it was time to play the waiting game.

She didn't have any major preferences in who her soulmate would be beyond the obvious. No drug abusers or physical abusers or psychotic evil villains with a perchance for blowing up elementary schools. You know, basic stuff. Gender wasn't an issue either, as Skye had found she liked men and women equally. The idea of getting a straight woman or a gay man for a soulmate had occurred to her, but the odds of that happening were three hundred million to one, so she didn't give that particular fear much weight.

What she never could've foreseen was meeting her soulmate in the Chicago slums while busting a human trafficking ring.

As it happened, the boss was originally from Moscow, and he preferred doing business in his native language. Skye had been teaching herself Russian since that google textbox produced a mangled version of the words on her skin. After a crash course in undercover work from Coulson, she was en route to the rendezvous site, memorizing her 'representative of a private business investor looking for some fresh meat' story.

The boss and his entourage were eating when she arrived. He offered to make her a plate, but Skye's character was meant to be aloof and business-like. Also, the emaciated men and women caged up behind them were killing her appetite.

"Straight to the point I see," the boss chortled in heavily accented English. "I like that in a woman."

He tickled under the chin of the beautiful, much younger woman hanging off his arm. She giggled mindlessly, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her perfectly manicured finger.

"Давайте приступим к делу," Skye said, ignoring the odd look the boss's arm candy was giving her.

Before business could begin proper, the overheard alarm blared. Instantly, every one of the boss's bodyguards was on their feet, guns drawn. Some aimed at Skye. Other's aimed at the door, behind which a growing commotion could be heard.

Skye cursed. One of their guys must've been compromised. Time for plan B.

In the time it took Skye to come to this realization and shoot out the lights, the arm candy had dispatched seven of the nine guards. She presumably got the other two in the dark. Skye was too busy cornering the boss to wonder what the hell that was all about.

After knocking the old man out with the butt of her gun, the emergency lights turned on. The scene before her was one of pure carnage, as the arm candy filched a fresh magazine off one of the dead guards and reloaded.

"Вы говорите по-английски?" she asked.

Skye's jaw unhinged. In the ambient light, she finally recognized her mysterious helper. None other than Natasha Romanov. Black Widow in the flesh.

"Holy shit, I know you," she shouted, both answering and not answering Natasha's question. "I know those words. They're on my leg."

Natasha's eyebrows had disappeared into her hair. "And I know those words. They're on my ass."

Skye's cheeks heated up. She'd dreamed up a million scenarios over the years for how she'd meet her soulmate, but even knowing Black Widow's Russian background, she never dared to hope it would be her. She was just so much… more than Skye.

"We're gonna need to have a long talk about this," Skye said. Gunshots rang out, separated by a flimsy metal wall. "Later."

"Definitely," Natasha nodded, taking her hand in an act of affection Skye had no idea how to respond to. "Until then, shall we?"

"Uh-huh," Skye said, swallowing a lump in her throat.

As they re-entered the fray, it occurred to Skye that none of her fantasies involved meeting while covered in the blood of their enemies either.

Oh well, the couple that slays together...

Давайте приступим к делу, - Let's get down to business.

Вы говорите по-английски? - Do you speak English?