Trigger warnings: Relationship Abuse

I do not in anyway encourage abuse in anyway. This is just something I wanted to explore: what if the soulmate had 2 and the other hand only one. I will explore this under a happier setting later.

If you are stuck in a situation that is similar to what is described here, please do seek help. Please do not think that it is your fault. Being in an abusive relationship can happen to the strongest people as well.

Skye has two soul marks. Statistically, the chance of getting more than one is about 5%. For much of her childhood, she was comforted by their words. The elegant masculine handwriting that says, 'I can teach you much more' promises her a future, the pinched feminine handwriting that says, 'I will never hurt you' promises her safety.

When she met Miles, she had never expected that probably the world's greatest hacker would have been her soulmate. It was moment of happiness for her that she could finally be with someone that would have accepted her unconditionally. Miles was gentle and patient. He taught her everything she knew and all that changed when they bonded.

Skye had heard the possibility of soulmarks not matching was less than 1%, the chance was so low that it seemed impossible. He grew angry at how she had another soul mark when he only had hers and he changed. Miles became a different person.

Sex became rough, the more she hurt, the more turned on he was. It wasn't even the kind of bdsm where partner respected the limits. She would pass out from the lack of air, waking up to a bruised body. Her limbs became riddled with bruises and occasionally broken bones. Other nights he would lie beside her after sex, holding her tight, whispering into her ears of how he would slowly kill her other soulmate because she was his. He was cunning and hid behind a beguiling mask, always fretting for her 'clumsiness' when in public.

Skye drove herself single-mindedly into hacking. It was the only place where she could be free from Miles, numbing herself from reality. She grew to be the best, she became better than Miles and with that, the beatings grew worse.

"It may not be much, but you can take my van," the old man that she sees every day at the coffee house tells her one day. "I am old. I'm not going to travel with it anymore." He puts it in her hand. "No soul mate should do that to their other half. He doesn't deserve you."

So Skye gets on the van and drives away. She doesn't return to the house to pick her stuff up, she doesn't return to tell Miles and she erases herself.

The first time she meets the Avengers was at a party. Tony Stark had thrown a big bash to celebrate the destruction of Ultron. She watches Jemma dance with her soulmate Bobbi and wonders how some soulmates ended up so well but hers ended up so terribly.

"So I heard Miles was your Soul mate," Tony says sidling up against the bar.

She grimaces at the name. "I have a perchance of attracting psychos."

"Really?" he raises an eyebrow at her statement. "I met the guy, I thought he was pretty cool."

"Yea, he's a fucking asshole in the mask of a sheep," she spits out a little too vehemently. Her hand is shaking so violently that she tries to put the glass down and tries to calm herself. She had been doing pretty well. Being in the secret government agency meant that Miles had no way of getting to her.

She was safe in the Avenger's tower. There's nowhere else safer she could be than here. She reiterates to herself.

"Are you okay?" Clint asks, "What did you do Tony?"

"Hey I didn't do anything! Kid you tell him!" He playfully puts his arm around her shoulder.

'One day I'll find you and I'll make sure you regret ever running from me,' he whispers as Coulson escorts him off the Bus.

Drowning in her memories, Skye drops the glass. Crouching on the floor, she whispers, "no please. I didn't do it. I didn't-"

"Skye?" The two men crouch before her. Clint has seen enough to know the markings of abuse and motions to Natasha to come over.

"Skye calm down," Tony tries to put a comforting hand on her shoulder only for her to burst in tears. Barton pulls Tony away and stands away as Natasha takes over.

"Please don't hurt me. I won't do it again," Skye whispers at the red head.

The red head startled, pulls her close slowly, "I will never hurt you," she says.

When Skye finally calmed down and fell asleep in one of the guest rooms, Natasha turns Tony to the wall, "Tell me what happened."

"Calm down GI Jane, I didn't do anything! I just placed my arm around her shoulders when Legolas said I was making fun of her. That's all!"

"Natasha-" She shook her head at Clint, rolling up her sleeve to show Skye's handwriting.

"Who is Miles?" Clint asks Tony who is still staring wide-eyed at her soulmark.

"She's your soulmate? But she's Mile's soulmate too!"

"That can't be right, Tasha only has one…"

"But it's well documented that Skye's Mile's soulmate," Tony taps rapidly on his Starkpad, bringing up a picture of Skye and Miles. "They were called the invincible duo!"

"I've heard of that nickname, I didn't realize that had Skye."

"I didn't realize it was a trio!"

Tired of the two men discussing of someone who clearly had affected her soulmate that way, and the certainty that she has her very own handwriting that she had verified herself discreetly, Natasha grabs Tony by his collar and slams him to the wall. Forcing her to breathe evenly, she calmly says, "Tell me that the Подонок Miles that did that to her is dead. Or so help me, I'll выследить его и сделать его хочу, чтобы он никогда не был рожден. На самом деле вы можете начать , сказав мне свое полное имя и где я могу его найти."

The rest of her words devolve into Russian with her being too stressed to use English. "Her other soulmate is Miles." Tony tells her real quickly in a strangled voice as she pins him to the wall with her hand on his neck. "Miles Lydon."

"Find me his address and fast. I have a dead body to bury tonight," she tells Clint.

He nods and as she spins off to ready herself for a mission that she would be only too glad to do, Tony calls out, "Natasha-"

She pauses in her tracks, noticing how Stark can called her by her name.

"I think you should ask Skye what she wants first. If what happened really happened, then maybe the final decision should be left in her hands."

And Natasha heeds his oddly good advice. She is still sitting by Skye's bedside when Skye wakes.

"Любовь моя," she starts, stroking Skye's hair in a way that Skye can tell her word was said tenderly. "I can put the asshole down permanently and painfully and his body will never be found if you like."

Natasha leant slowly towards her, giving ample time to move away from her kiss, letting Skye slant her lips over hers. Soft, hesitant but sweeter than anything Natasha could have ever imagined.

"Before you decide," she whispers to Skye, "I want you to know that I will regardless let him have a very good talking with my favourite Steckin."

Подонок - Fucker

выследить его и сделать его хочу, чтобы он никогда не был рожден - hunt him down and make him wish he was never born

Любовь моя - My love

Steckin - It's a type of russian gun