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Soulmate AU | Where ones marks appears on their soulmates skin
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When (Y/N) (L/N) awoke aboard a spaceship 90 years in the future, her first thought was not ‘where am I?’ or ‘what am I doing here?’ It was something else, something that sent panic striking through her veins. She was wondering where her marks had gone.
The scars from where Leo had fallen over in the Academy, the ink stain from where he had been writing just hours before, the scratch from where he had dropped the knife at the diner. They were all gone.
(Y/N) felt cold without them. They were her only proof that he was alive and well. She had heard he horror stories of people seeing their partners marks disappear, knowing that they had died without them by their side: she had never thought that she would ever experience this, let alone at such a young age.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” Someone called out from the darkness surrounding her. Shaking of the feeling of dread that was leaking into her skin, (Y/N) stood up and brought her attention the where the voice was coming from.
“Earth to (Y/N)?” Coulson said, still trying to capture her attention.
“That’s a bit hard right now, don’t you think Sir?”
“You’re okay though, right?”
“They’re gone.” she held out her arm for Coulson to see, and he immediately paled. Everyone knew what a markless person was and what they had lost. Coulson pulled the girl into a hug, letting her cry it out whilst trying to calm her down.
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Leopold Fitz sat in his cell, trying to come up with a way to prove that he wasn’t hiding his team. To prove that they had disappeared without a trace. To prove that he wasn’t crazy.
He had felt lost since he blinked in the diner, suddenly alone without Agent (Y/N) (L/N) by his side. All traces of her existence gone, all of the marks and scars and ink that identically laced their skin, vanished. He didn’t know what to do if she died so he refused to entertain the idea. But it had been six months and he was starting to realise he was alone in the world.
“Inmate. You’re lawyer is here for you.” A military officer said, cuffing Fitz’s wrists together before dragging him to the other side of the compound he was being held in.
Inside the small interrogation room sat a table, two chairs, and his ‘Lawyer’ Lance Hunter.
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“We’re not going home, are we?” (Y/N) asked as she and the team discussed their options.
“You can’t think like that.” Mack said, walking across the small room and sitting on the floor next to (Y/N). “If we think like that, we’re giving up.”
“Like we’re going to win this! Jemma is a slave, Daisy’s being held captive with a shitty nickname, and Elena can’t even use her ability without being caught. We are doomed.”
“We can’t think like that.”
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“I love you, man.” Hunter said, looking down at Fitz in the cyro chamber, knowing that this might be the last time he sees his Scottish friend. He also knew that Bobbi was going to kill him for this.
Turning away, Hunter nodded at Enoc before walking out the room.
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Jemma Simmons stood watching Daisy, or how she was now know, The Destroyer of Worlds start to fight Agent May in a bid to sell her to the person who gave them the highest price. Leopold Fitz also stood there, wondering how the hell he would get out of this situatiom.
Well he was untill he felt a prick on his finger and a little mark apear. He hadnt touched anything that would cause this. There was only one explanation for this: (Y/N) was alive and well. Quickly, he pinched the back of his hand, drawing blood, hoping he would know the same about him.
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“He’s okay.” (Y/N) sighed in relief. She saw the mark appear and felt like the weight of the world had been taken from her shoulders.
Mack looked up from the panel he was working on, “What was that?”
“Fitz, he’s okay. I have a mark.”