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The request list so far

- Scott Lang
- Natasha
- Quicksilver
- More Bucky~!

I'll try to fulfill them as soon as I can, but sometimes I've no idea what to write for them so if you find yours being bumped lower, it's just that I'm still thinking about it. Meanwhile I have another planned for Logan, Magneto, and a Clint x Natasha x Skye.

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When Matt was four, his soulmark appeared. It was a young child's handwriting and his father told him that was because he'd meet her when she is still a child. Matt thought it might have been one of his neighbours since Jamie's mother had recently given birth as well. He trailed his fingers across the words that ran across his collarbones as he fell asleep, dreaming of what she might look like. Sometimes he dreamt of a brunette girl with dark eyes sitting by the swings. His father said that he might have a bond that was far stronger than an average soul bond. They were rare but there had been cases of such.

Then in the ensuing years after he lost his sight, he thought how ironic and how much his soulmark made sense now. He grew angry, wondering if he hadn't been bound to her, would he still have his sight.

"Fate, son, is an odd thing." His father told him when he said that. "Soulmarks are a way of fate guaranteeing that you'd have your shot at happiness. You'll meet that one person that is most suited for you and what happens after that is all up to you." He pulled Matt's hand onto his bicep where his soulmark lay. "I had a shot with mine and I gave it up for a dream. I'm not saying that I regret pursuing my dream, I'm just saying that I regretted never giving her a chance before turning it down."

Encouraged by his father, Matt ploughed on trying to be better than what he could be and the dreams of her became comfort even if the girl in the dreams didn't seem quite happy. He told himself that he'd make sure that he gave her a good life, a happy life, a place where she could belong to.

Then his father died.

-x-x-x-x-

Mary Sue hated everything. She hated her name, she hated her room at the orphanage, she hated the other kids that teased her mercilessly. Hell, she even hated her soulmark. If she ever met the asshole who said them to her, she was going to make sure he had a black eye.

She was sitting at the swings having just returned from yet another foster families. Was there something wrong with her? Why did no one ever want her? She kicked herself high up into the sky and accidentally kicking the new kid that had been standing a little too close to the swings. Was he blind or something?

"Hey, clumsy! Couldn't you see me?" The kid grumbled, pushed himself off the ground, dusting himself. She let out a small scream of rage and punched him in the eye. He staggered back, clutching his eye, "What the hell is wrong with you," he hollered.

"You're the one that's blind!" She huffed then continued, muttering to herself, "Standing right below the swings..."

He froze. "You're- I'm your-"

"The kid who caused everyone to call me Clumsy."

He opens his mouth, unsure how to respond to statement. "Where is your soulmark," he asks after a pause. He tugs his collar down, showing her mark. He doesn't need to see to know where they are, he's traced them every night since he got them

She shuffles with her shirt and says, "It's here. You have pretty handwriting by the way."

"Please, may I touch your face? I-" he hesitates, wondering if his blindness would put her off. "I'm blind." He wonders how she looks like or if she looks exactly like the girl in his dreams. He wonders if she'd reject him but when he feels her hand clasping his, he releases the breath he didn't know he was holding.

She runs his fingers down her shoulder. "That's where your writing is and-" she places his hand on her face. "This is how I look like." He feels her smiling beneath his fingers and he likes it.

-x-x-x-x-

They become an almost inseparable couple instantly and with Stick teaching Matt how to control his senses, he finds joy in being able to sense her more keenly. He enjoys the distraction of exercise when Mary Sue isn't around. He doesn't understand why the nuns keep sending her out every few months for they do not it so frequently to other children and he hates it that he feels relieved that she returns when she is dejected that she was rejected by yet another family.

He holds her in his arms, laying his head against hers, carding his fingers through her hair, telling her about the stupid things that happened when she was away. Just another five years more and he would be able to leave here and he would take her with him. They talk about what they'd do when they out. Mary wants to do something with math, Matt wanted something to do with science or teaching. They were going to go to the big city and rent an apartment together, do college together, shop groceries together, bicker about stupid things.

Matt sees a future with her, he takes comfort in her as she does with him. She is chatty and quick to friend people, he is quiet and slightly more aloof. She is impatient and brash, he is patient and even-tempered. They balance each other out and the future looks perfect as long as he has her.

-x-x-x-x-

She screams, she drops the bloody bottle.

"Mr Walker?" she stutters, creeping forward. Mr Walker lies on the floor motionlessly, he is not even breathing. She had killed her foster parent. She hadn't meant to, she had begged him to stop beating Angela but he hadn't and Angela went quiet and she panicked.

"Angela?" she crouches beside her friend. "Angela-" Her hand comes away bloody. She has to go now. The police are never going to believe that she's innocent, they never do. Hurriedly, she cleans herself up, tosses her meagre belongings and takes whatever cash Mr Walker had in his wallet. Mary has no idea where she is going, but she knows she can't take Matt. She cannot drag him down into this.

She finds herself a net cafe and with the help of one of her hacker friends, she erases herself off.

She is no longer Mary Sue Poots, she is Skye.

-x-x-x-x-

Matt is furious. The police trail after him, they believe his soul mate would try to contact him. They already have convicted her as guilty in their small, narrow-minded ways. He knows she is not guilty, Mary is brash and loud but she is kind. She sees the good in everyone even the ones that don't deserve it.

Mary doesn't come back. She doesn't call, she doesn't visit. He doesn't know whether it is good or bad. He worries for her and though he is tempted to, he doesn't attempt to contact her either. He doesn't want her to get caught. He'd do it when the police are no longer watching him as closely but not before that. It is another two years when the interest in her case is diminished and Matt tries to contact her but she has disappeared.

He wonders when he sleeps at night if he had missed his chance in being happy and chooses to become a lawyer instead. He would continue fighting for people like Mary, hoping one day he would meet her again.

-x-x-x-x-

"Matt?" Foggy cuts through his concentration.

"Matt-!" Karen's voice is slightly worried.

"What's wrong?" he looks up at where he thinks their eyes would be judging from the distance they are standing from his desk. They both are standing directly in front of him, staring intently at him.

"Your soulmark. It's faded."

Mary!

He reaches for the mark, the mark that he doesn't remember how it looks like anymore. Mary is dead. He's been waiting for her for seventeen years, waiting for their fates to re-align. It happens occasionally to people who meet early in their lives. He holds onto the dreams of her like a comfort pillow and now he'll never see her again.

He cups his forehead, standing. "I need to-" he isn't able to finish his sentence when a searing feeling on his collarbone sends him staggering into his chair.

"Matt-"

Foggy pulls him up and helps him onto the chair. She isn't even dead for a minute and the fates have decreed that he would have another soul mate. Matt lets his anger take control of him momentarily, slamming his fist angrily onto the desk.

"Would you… like us to read it for you?" Karen asks.

"No. Not now. Not today." He runs his hand through his hair. "Maybe never."

They don't pursue the topic and he never brings it up again.

-x-x-x-x-

The girl is running, weaving in and out of the pedestrian traffic. No, Matt corrects himself. She is fleeing down the pavement towards him. He notes that she is trained by the sound of her feet and the sound of her breathing. There are three in pursue. He can help.

He grabs her elbow as she runs past him and pushes her into the alley. Foggy has moved aside in anticipation for his movements, blocking her from view.

"Stay down and quiet."

She doesn't have time to respond. Matt trips one of the men, and slams his cane into another. "Oh god. I'm so sorry!" He apologizes profusely.

"What the hell! Are you blind or something?" one of the men mutter.

"Sorry about my friend. He is blind." Foggy deadpans. "We're really sorry, but you shouldn't be running down the pavement. You might hit someone." The men mutter angrily and hurry down the pavement. They are far out of Matt's hearing range when Foggy turns to the girl. "Are you alright?"

"Of all the people I could have bumped into, I bumped into you!" She swears. There is something familiar about her presence.

"I know you-" he grips her wrist. "Who are you?"

"Matt, her words. It's the words on your new soulmark."

Anger and disgust churns in his stomach but as the tension rise in her, her presence, he recognizes it. "Mary?" He drops his cane, touching her face gently. She's supposed to be dead but if aliens exist, surely the dead can come back to life.

"Shit. Mattie- I can't. I don't-" She doesn't pull away.

"I thought you died." He grips her tightly, refusing to let her go again. "I was worried. What happened? Why didn't you come back?"

"I couldn't! I killed the foster parent- I-" she babbles and he presses her head into his shoulder, rubbing soothing circles on her back. He feels her body shaking but she is not crying.

"Why are the men after you?"

She freezes at his question and tries to pull away before giving up and leaning her forehead on his shoulder. "I have to go Mattie. I can't be here."

"Then I'll go with you."

"No!" she replies fiercely. "They'll kill you."

"And they'll kill you too!" He pulls himself together and continues on lightly,"I waited seventeen years for you Mary. I'm not going to let you go again. So either you stay with me or I go with you."

"Mattie…" she says contrite. She pulls him down for a kiss. Her soft lips taste of coffee and mint. Her breath hitches as he draws her closer, running his fingers down her face. The kiss that he waited seventeen years for, the girl that he dreamt all his life is sweeter than he imagined possible.

She draws a slow breath when they come up for air. "Okay."

"Okay what?" Matt doesn't dare to hope but he'll do whatever it takes to be with her.

She loops her fingers between his. "I'll stay."