Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel

So, I'm trying something new. Soulmate shorts, because I love soulmates and can't be bothered to commit to a whole story again. I was inspired by Ozhawks 'The Crack ship Armada' and I really recommend you read them if you like this sort of story. If you have any ideas of how characters meet, PM me or comment, but it has to be PG, or maybe not PG, because I swear to much for that, but no sexy stuff. I do OC or other MCU characters. Hope you like.

Soulmates. Some people shiver at the word, others smile in anticipation, and the lucky one's stare at their partner, relishing in the word. What category do I fit into? I think I'm in between the shiver and the smile. I'm not against them but let's just say if my soulmate never shows up, I won't be disappointed. What does 'You might want to look away, this won't be pretty' mean anyway? I'll find out when I meet the destined one.

I'm thinking about it today because of a discussion at work. My amazing, well paid work. Stark Industries went on a whole revamp after the whole iron man thing, and they fired everyone who was still pro weapons, which meant there was plenty of space for me to get a job. I manage PR, advertising, all that sort of thing for both the Avengers and Stark Industries. Granted, I've never actually met anyone other than Pepper Potts, because I'm on the psychology side of it, not the 'organise the superheroes for group pictures' side.

"I can't wait until I meet her." Alex says, "I don't understand how you guys aren't excited!"

"I just don't see the point in them. They're a waist of time and mine's a dick anyway." Leah replies.

"What about you Clara?"

"I don't know. We'll see."

I smile at them, and then I'm not smiling. Then I'm being thrown backwards as the window wall in front of me explodes. Yay. Another attack. These get boring real quick. This also means I'll be working overtime to shape public view of this.

I reach up to my face to feel the damage and find no blood. Which is wrong. I was facing the window, there should be glass embedded in cheeks and all other uncovered skin. Looking up, I find the reason why: a six-foot, blonde super soldier.

He must have jumped in front of me before it happened. He pushed Alex and Clara out of the way as well. Captain America groans and turns around to face me, before wincing and gripping his arm… where a massive shard of glass sticks out. He flinches and starts to reach towards it.

"You might want to look away, this won't be pretty."

And me, in my shock filled state, replies, "You realise I literally bleed out of my vagina once a month; I can handle a bit of blood."

Did I just say vagina to captain America? Yep, I just talked about my period to a national icon. And maybe my soulmate. Shit. My soulmate. Huh.

He looks up at me in shock, just as he pulls the glass out of his arm, leading to a very un-captain-America-y swear.

"I'm Steve."

I smile at him, introducing himself in the middle of an attack, who does that?

"Clara."

"Well, Clara, I've got to go. But I'll find you."

He grabs his shield and runs off, leaving me completely stunned.

Captain America is my soulmate, and I defaced his body by having the word 'vagina' permanently written on him.

A/N: Let me know if you want another chapter of this one. I might put an index at the front as I add more stories. Also I used a random name generator for 'Clara' but all I can hear whenever I read it is the 12th Doctor constantly saying Clara's name.