AN: Here's the gang's reactions to Angel's abduction! Enjoy!

"WRITING."

"SIGNING."

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The Avengers returned to the tower as fast as possible after JARVIS got word to Tony that their so-called mission had been a decoy and that the tower had been attacked in their absence. They exited the jet, ready for an attack, but were instead faced with three distraught women. Pepper, Darcy, and Jane were all shaken and near tears. They all tried to speak at once; they were all speaking so fast that it came out as gibberish to the assembled heroes.

"Okay, okay. Everyone calm down. What happened here?" Steve tried to salvage the situation, his keen eyes scanning the women's forms, looking for injuries. He found none, but he also found that one woman, the one he and his soulmate had begun to care for very deeply, was missing. Fear gripped his heart. "Where's Angel?" Jane and Pepper just looked at him sadly, eyes wide with guilt. Darcy was that one that finally confirmed his worst fears.

"That's what we've been trying to tell you. They took her." Steve swore as Clint and Natasha shoved their way to the front.

"What happened? Why was she taken and not the rest of you? Where was she? Did you see it happen?" Clint fired off rapid questions, jaw tight with controlled rage and terror for his daughter. Natasha stood silently by his side, her mouth thinned into a tight, worried line. Tony was frantically trying to calm his partner down as Bruce took deep breaths, trying to withhold the transformation. The Hulk truly liked Angel and was making his displeasure known and, while Bruce was in complete agreement that they needed to get her back safely, he knew that now was not the time for the big guy. Everyone seemed effected by this tragic turn of events; Angel was one of their own and whoever had taken her was going to face the wrath of the Avengers.

"She must have still been in the commons. We all went down to watch the TV for when you guys would inevitably be bashing up baddies, but she never came down after our performance. All of a sudden JARVIS informed us that there was a breach in the security of the tower and that we were to stay in that location as he secured it. Then, after a few minutes, he told us that Angel had been compromised and that you all were on your way back home. That's all we know." Darcy explained, voice quavering ever so slightly as she relayed the information. She didn't like showing it, but she was just as distraught as Jane, who had broken down in Thor's arms, crying. She was terrified for Angel, her new friend, and didn't like thinking about what could have happened to her.

"Alright, we need to see the scene to get a clear picture of what happened. Come on." Sam said as he corralled the rest of the people on the roof into the elevator.

"JARVIS, take us down to the commons." Tony ordered and JARVIS complied without a word, the elevator smoothly going down and opening with a soft, foreboding ding. Tony immediately turned to Bruce, rubbing his arms in a soothing manner, muttering encouraging words as Bruce tinted green at the sight before them. Everyone else were is varying degrees of rage, shock, and fear for Angel. The room had been completely demolished. Furniture was overturned and glass littered the floor. The huge, gaping hole in the window let the strong wind of New York in, creating an eerie whistling and tinkling sound as it moved the discarded shards on the floor. Then there were the bodies. Three men in black lay amid the debris. Two of them were obviously dead, both lying face-up with unseeing eyes. The other man was still alive, breathing deeply and slowly, unconscious.

But it was the blood that caught the Avenger's attention.

It started out in the corner, the glass there stained red in different places. But it wasn't just there, oh no. The blood ran from the corner in crimson footprints, glass broken into smaller pieces where they treaded. They ran from the unconscious man towards the elevator and the stairs. There the footprints were consumed by an alarmingly large pool of blood. The pool had originated more towards the stairs, but had slowly pooled outwards towards the elevator. A bullet was lodged in the wall next to the pool. More footprints, this time in shoes and heavier, obviously a man's, walked from the window to the blood before walking back to the window with blood covering his shoes and more blood dripping from Angel, whom he presumably held, onto the ground before the trail disappeared through the hole and out the window.

Silence hung heavy over the Avengers as they took in the scene, each imagining what had happened.

"God, we should have been here." Bucky choked out, eyes staring unblinkingly at the pool of crimson before him and imagining Angel's body lying there, broken. Steve was in shock, staring at the horrific scene before him and thinking the worst; no one could have survived losing that much blood. Seeing that their leader was too disturbed to do his usual job, Tony took over, still with a comforting arm around Bruce.

"Okay, Natasha, Clint, Thor, and I will go down to the lab and watch the video footage of what happened to get a better picture of who did this and why. Bucky, Steve, you grab the man that's still alive and bring him down to the Hulk room, Clint and Natasha can interrogate him there. Sam, you take the ladies and Bruce down to your floor and give them some tea of whatever juju it is you use to calm people down. We need everyone to have as level a head as possible." Everyone nodded and began to follow Tony's demands silently. Soon the room was empty save for Steve and Bucky, who both felt lost.

"We should have been here." Bucky said again, quieter this time.

"She couldn't have survived that. That's too much blood for one person to lose." Steve whispered brokenly. His eyes welled with unwelcome tears as Bucky came to stand in front of him, cutting off his view of Angel's blood.

"Our girl is strong, Steve. She could survive anything she puts her mind to. Now we're going to grab this son of a bitch and find out where they took Angel and then we're going to get her back. You hear me? And when we get her back, we're going to finally tell her how we feel about her so that we don't ever have to lose her again, understand? I don't care if we all aren't soulmates, she's our girl. You know it, I know it, hell, I'm pretty sure she even knows it. We're going to find her, alive and well. Okay, punk?" Bucky slapped Steve's cheek, bringing him out of his depressed daze and snapping him back to reality. He straightened and his eyes hardened, determination radiating off of him.

"Alright." Bucky nodded in approval and began to move towards the man that still breathed. Steve began to pick his way through the glass to help, but stopped when a flash of white caught his attention. He looked over to see Angel's pad of paper lying forgotten, among the chaos. He made his way over to it, brushing some pieces of glass off of the blood splattered paper. Steve picked it up almost reverently. However, he froze when he saw the words that were printed on it, somehow unscathed by the spots of blood. The words on the page stared out at him, the confession that Angel had never gotten around to telling them.

"Steve? What's wrong?" He heard distantly, as though Bucky were far away.

"You were right." Steve murmured, almost too quiet for Bucky to pick up, even with his enhanced hearing capabilities.

"What?" Bucky approached Steve slowly, having left the man propped up outside the elevator to be taken down to the Hulk room.

"You were right. She knew."

"Knew what?" Bucky asked slowly, confused.

"Knew she was ours."

"What do you mean?" Steve wordlessly handed Bucky the notepad, allowing him to read Angel's message.

"I'm your third soulmate."

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AN: Don't hate me! I know this chapter is shorter, but that's what you get when you split two chapters up like that. Hopefully you all are enjoying this story though! And hopefully it is slightly better than the original version.