Black is like an endless abyss of absolutely everything and absolutely nothing at all. You can look at just a sheet of black paper and the color isn't just one dimensional or two dimensional, but three and four dimensional as well. So staring at the blackness behind my eyelids, I felt like the abyss was going to go on forever and ever.

Certain senses were coming back to me though so that was something at least. The first was smell of course and I really wish it hadn't of been. Scents like ammonia, bleach, hand sanitizer, and even the overly fake lemony scent of floor cleaner were taking my nose hostage. The mix of smells was familiar and with a groan I prayed to every deity I knew of, that I wasn't where I thought I was.

I hadn't realized before my groan, but I was able to hear things. Though I wasn't hearing clearly yet. I could tell that there were people talking, or yelling, I wasn't sure, and there was a whirring of machines around me. The click, click, click, noise I was hearing coincided with the tightening around my upper right arm before it slowly began to loosen.

Touch was next. My pointer finger was heavy and something was on it and restricting its movements. Not being able to move something correctly when just waking up, if that's what I was doing, was really freaky and I didn't like it at all. I struggled to get my eyes open and failed. Okay, next option. Removing the thing-a-ma-jig on my finger. I tried to move my right arm over to my left hand to free my finger, when I was stopped by a set of hands.

" . . . " I had no idea what this person was saying but he was smoothing my hair back out of my face as someone else held my arm down gently.

"Take a deep breath . . . " this came to me clearer and I struggled at first to get my breathing under control and was hyperventilating. After a few minutes of nausea and coughing I had my breathing under control and was thankfully not having a panic attack anymore.

"I need you to open those eyes doll." A deep voice said to me from my side and just the sound of the voice calmed me further.

"Come on angel, don't keep me waiting forever." What was clearly Tony's snarky but concerned voice said.

"Take your time baby girl, but let me see those gorgeous deep brown eyes." Who had to be Clint said.

It took time, I'm not sure how long had passed, but my body finally agreed to work with me. It started off as a few slow blinks as I took in my room around me.

Son of a biscuit I was in a medical room, but by the looks of it I was still in the tower.

Clint, Tony, and Mr. Blue Eyes were around what was considered my medical cot but was really an extremely comfortable twin mattress. Honestly though, I wouldnt expect anything less from a billionaire. Mr. Blue Eyes was the one who had been running his fingers through my hair, and both Tony and Clint were seated on my left side. Farther into the room was who I think was Bruce, in a lab coat, reading and writing something down in a notebook.

"Oh thank God."

"Finally."

"How do you feel doll?"

Tony, Clint, and Mr. Handsome said respectively.

Licking my extremely dry lips, I failed to notice how their eyes darted down to my lips to watch the movement of my tongue before they looked back up into my eyes. Well first things first, I needed something to drink. I felt like I had just walked miles in the Sahara desert and had not one drop of fluid.

I opened my mouth to request something to drink, when Tony had a cup and straw held up to my lips. Shocked, I looked at him but he was just looking at me seriously.

"Drink slowly. You've been out for about 3 hours. It's almost 9:00." Tony said to me.

I reached up to grip the cup with my own hands, only he pulled the cup slightly out of reach.

"I've got it." He said simply and I took slow and steady sips from the heavenly cup of ice water. Once I wasn't parched anymore I looked up at the three of them to see them looking at me in concern.

"How do you feel?" Clint asked, and honestly I felt fine now.

"Fine now, though tired. My only problem at the moment is that I don't know Mr. Blue Eyes name!" I said as I looked at the handsome man as he chuckled.

"Mr. Blue Eyes?" He asked.

I simply shrugged my shoulders. "You have the most gorgeous set of baby blues I've ever seen." And wasn't that the truth.

With that dimpled smile on his face again he sat in the only chair on my right and held his hand out for mine. "Steve Roger's ma'am, but most people only ever get to see me as Captain America."

Well Son of a biscuit times two. Captain America?! THE Star Spangled Man with a Plan!? This guy had trading cards, lunch boxes, movies! He was the ultimate WWII hero before he crash landed a Hydra ship! HE was my last soulmate!!! I must have been a really good girl in a past life because with these three hunks as Soulmates I felt like I could take on the world.

"My names Stella." I said as I took his hand, but before I could shake it, he smoothly flipped our hands over and planted a small kiss on the back of my hand.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He grinned and I smiled widely back at him.

"Ok Cappie, save some for the rest of us." Tony interjected as he leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek making me go bright red.

"Tony," Clint groaned even though I could see the smile on his face as he picked up my left hand and kissed the back of it.

By now I was beet red, but I was soon distracted by where my soul marks used to be on my left forearm.

"What the hell?" I whispered. In place of my three individual Rose's which I had had all my life, I now had one singular soulmark. My heart rate sped up as I gently ran my fingertips over my mark. I don't know if I did it to see if I was hallucinating or to see if it was real, but in response to my touch I felt three heartbeats speed up and thump under my skin.

"What the actual Hell?" I yelled as I sat up straight in the hospital bed and looked at all three men in shock and no little amount of fear.

"Stella, I need you to take a few deep breaths for me." A calm voice said from next to Steve as my right wrist was picked up and my pulse taken. In all honesty I forgot Bruce was even in the room. It's not like I wanted to forget, it's just that as soon as those three had my attention the world just faded away and only we seemed to exist.

"Stella." Bruce said again. "I need you to focus. I will explain about the Mark but not until you calm down a bit ok."

I nodded and followed his instructions to calm down, making myself take slow and deep breaths until my heart rate was at an acceptable speed. If after today I don't have a heart condition, it'll be a miracle.

"So you found something out then?" Steve said as he leaned forward so his elbows were on his knees.

"Yeah and it wasn't easy. I owe a few college lecture favors now. It was the only way to keep this quiet." Bruce said while shining a little light in my eye before switching to the other one.

"Damn't Bruce, how many people did you tell? I wanted this kept, you know, under the radar for now." Tony was running his fingers through his hair and I bit my lip as I reached over and squeezed one of his hands in comfort. No emotion showed on his face, but he squeezed my hand back before letting it go.

"I only told people who know my secret. People I trust with my life."

"So good people." Clint stated with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah." Bruce put his flashlight away and made a few notes on his pad of paper.

"So what do you know?" Steve asked him, and Bruce sighed.

"You, Clint, and Tony all have the exact same Mark right? Down to the smallest detail?"

"You know we do. What's that got to do with anything?" Clint asked.

"The short version is this. One person having multiple soulmates is rare. So rare in fact that he or she is born with multiple Mark's to help said person find their soulmates."

"Yeah, but we knew that already." Tony stood from his chair and leaned against the wall.

"The more obscure knowledge that only true soulmate scholars know though, is that once he or she finds all of said soulmates and they are all together for the first time. The soul, which had previously been marked separately, comes together to make it easier for the woman in this case to sense all of her soulmates."

"So her soul basically did what exactly?" Steve asked concerned.

"Her soul melded together finally. An extremely painful process as we saw and heard. Her three Mark's would have become one as well to signify the change."

"So is that why my arm looks like this now?" I asked Bruce.

"Yes. That's exactly why."

"Are there any long term side effects from the strain on her soul?" Clint asked as he took my hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of it.

"None that have been recorded."

"Perfect. It should be smooth sailing from here on out." Tony clapped his hands together once and smiled.

"Either way, I would like to keep her here overnight for observation." Bruce said as he placed his notepad down on a desk in the corner of the room.

Before I could protest, I was cut off by all of my Soulmates at once saying one word.

"Agreed."