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Tony Stark sat at the table, a coffee cup in between his hands. He stares at the clock on the wall. She was supposed to be here an hour ago. It’s not like she hasn’t left him alone and ditched him for her friends multiple time, because she has. She says she has the right to because their soul mates. Unfortunately they were. When they weren’t fighting they had a nice time, but the only time they were not fighting was when they were both asleep.
Her mark was at the base of his skull, a small little raccoon. She had a small wrench on the inside of her wrist. They weren’t always like this. At the beginning they were a nice match for each other, not really a match made in heaven but they complimented each other. Slowly as their bond progressed they started fighting more and more. It was never enough for her. He couldn’t do anything for her anymore. She took it in the wrong way and reacted badly to him.
He had a second mark on the soul of his foot. It was a small shield that was red white and blue with a star in the center of the shield. He had that one since he was a little toddler. His parents and he never talked about it. Certainly, the soul mate he met first never talked about it either. She never wanted to share him with anyone else.
His fingers curl around the coffee cup more as he pulls his gaze away from the clock. If he texted her she would either ignore the text or tell him that she was busy. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. He clicks the side button on his Stark phone. It pulls up the time. It wasn’t even two minutes later from when he had read the dialogue clock.
He pushes his phone away. Her picture was smiling up at him. It was taken right after they went on their first date to the movies. Tony presses his lips together. Maybe she hadn’t stood him up yet. There was still the possibility that she was just late. Rush hour in New York was bad enough to delay anyone.
Closing his eyes and tipping his head back, he starts to bounce his leg up and down. The café was a little too quiet and his thoughts were focused on her and how it was very possible that he had been stood up again.
It kind of hurt when she stood him up. It was like his soul partner didn’t have enough time for him, just like his parents. He swallows before taking a few sips from his coffee cup. The liquid was hot but it barely registered on his tongue. He rarely felt the sting of the hot coffee anymore. He drank it often enough that scalding hot was just his time of temperature.
Tony pauses when a guy slips into the seat across from him. “Hey, I’m Steve.” The guy says before grinning at him. What would a guy like that want to do with a guy like himself. Tony looks at the clock before looking back at the blond that was sitting across from him. “Hello Steve.” He says softly as he leans back in his chair. “Im Tony.” He watches Steve before relaxing slightly. It didn’t seem like the other was going to hurt him.
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Steve smiles at Tony before looking over at him. He saw the other from the other side of the café. The dark haired man looked only. He kept staring at the clock then kept pulling his eyes away with a tough struggle, a look of disappointment on his face. Steve knew he should have gotten the others permission before he drew him but the other was in a perfect position at the moment. Before Steve knew it the other was down on the paper, the features sketched out quickly so he could work on it later. Some people were just too beautiful not to be drawn.
So he pulled himself away from the little corner of the café he was in and made his way over to the dark haired man. Maybe it would be nice to strike up a conversation with him before asking him if he was here by himself. Steve rubs at the inside of his wrist secretively under the table. There was nude colored paint over it, covering the nice neat scrawl of a signature there.
Steve had come across people with different marks than him. Some had little pictures or some had names. There were also marks that were little clocks or marks that had little dashes across your wrist. Some people had platonic soul mates while others only had sexual soul mates. It just depended on what cards you were dealt when you were a little kid.
His own mark had the name of Tony Stark. He wondered if it was just a nickname because Tony is more of a nickname than an actual name. Of course Steve was a little shocked when the other said his name was Tony. Was this a coincidence or something? It wasn’t very often that you meant someone with the name, or nickname, of Tony.
Steve looks at him and nods before smiling softly. “Well Tony… You seemed a little lonely over here so I decided to come over and join you. No need for both of us to be alone today.” He watches as a small fickler of disappointment glides over Tony’s face then goes away in the same moment.
Tony shrugs. “Sometimes you’re just alone some days… except if you’re Tony Stark, then you’re mostly alone all of the time.” Steve presses his lips together, stopping a small noise from slipping out of his mouth. How in the world did he manage to find the guy that was written across his wrist. Part of him wanted to come out and tell Tony that they were soul mates but he didn’t want to force it onto the other, especially if the other had a soul mate already.
He nods and they manage to talk to each other for a few hours. About what Tony did and how Steve drew and what they both liked. It was a nice time for both of them. Finally it started to get dark. Steve lets out a soft sigh before he stands. “Well Tony… I have to go… it’s getting dark and my roommate doesn’t like me coming in after a certain time.”
He looks at him before plucking his pen out from where it was tucked against his ear. He looks at Tony before gently taking Tony’s arm. He writes his number down in nice neat numbers so none of them would be confused. Steve smiles at him and nods before leaving the café, saying a small good bye to Tony. If it was all up to him he wouldn’t have to worry about if he was going to see Tony again, because he definitely was going to see the dark haired man again. Once he got near to his apartment, his phone dings with a message.
Steve waits until he gets inside to open it. It was from an unknown number but it was sweet and simple. ’Hey Steve, It’s Tony. -TS’ He smiles softly at the text.
The both of them text until Steve is falling asleep in his bed. He yawns and rubs at his eyes before turning his phone on silent. He had scrubbed off the paint before he got home. He knew this was a big leap but it had to be done.
He takes a picture of his wrist and puts it into a picture message.
‘I think we’re soul mates. –SR’