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Most people don't find their soulmates. In their lifetimes, everyone was given a soul mark. Some had a red string tying them to their soulmate, while others had identify marks tattooed onto their arms. For you, it was the fact that whatever skills your soulmate has, you got. It doesn't matter what it was, it would be there.
Which was probably what surprised your parents when you enrolled in a ballet class when you were six, and yet somehow some of the most basic steps seem familiar, or even easy to you. And from that point on, especially at the age of fifteen, you found that you had acquired more skills than most people at your level could do. Hell, you could probably enter a ballet competition with the advanced placement students and win.
You figured that was probably a skill your soulmate has.
But from that point forward, often when you tried different things, you found yourself quickly excelling at. When you decided to try gymnastics at the age of fifteen having a strange urge for it, they immediately placed you with the advanced level students. Your body moved in ways you never realized you had the ability to.
Your soulmate seems to be able to do anything. Flying planes, no problem. Although you never flew one, when you entered one, the knowledge seemed to just flow into you. Swimming? No problem.
Acting? You seem to be scarily good at it.
Boxing? Hell, you beat your instructor.
Often you wondered who she was. What sort of person would have so many cool skills, and not just know them, but succeed in them. And maybe part of the reason you went into medical school was because you wanted to give your soulmate a somewhat useful skills to put to use as well.
They had given you so many skills that you were never aware of, and you wanted to give them one in return.
There weren't a lot of things you do that you think would count as skills. You could draw, sure, but you don't think it's even good enough to count as drawing. You can sing, but it wasn't good enough to even get you a lead role in the musical your school produced.
So when you entered medical school, part of it was for you, the other part was for your soulmate.
The year you graduated top student of medical school was also the year you started your internship. And by then, there seems to be another skill you were unaware you process.
One night, while you were trying to catch up on sleep in the on-call room, someone stumbled into it and bumped into a shelf. But before it could fall over, something within you made you reach out your hand, and the shelf was caught in mid air, red wisp of magic surrounding it.
And on occasion, thoughts filled your mind. Thoughts that weren't even yours. It was... weird.
By your second year of residency, the skills had stopped. What you had was probably all you'll ever have.
And by the time you were an attending, you had learned to use the power given to you, probably by your soulmate. But maybe that wasn't the best idea, because somehow, it caught the attention of SHIELD.
You were walking out of the hospital one day, ready to get back home for sleep. It was late, around eleven, and it was New York, so there were still people roaming the streets. Somehow as you started your walk home, as you had chosen to walk to work that morning, you felt as if you were being followed.
There was no warning when the sound of a bullet rang through your ears and before you knew what you were doing, you dodged and swirled out of the way. You don't know what you were expecting when you jumped out of the way, but being targeted by the Iron Man wasn't on your to-do list that night.
You probably should have hailed a cab, but the universe had other plans for you today.
And of course you couldn't outrun a superhero with literally more skills than you. While you have skills, you aren't really sure how to use them. Iron Man on the other hand, definitely knows how to use his skills. And before you could figure out what was happening, you felt a sharp pain connecting with your back, causing you to fall over.
But someone caught you, and you glanced up into emerald green eyes and waves of red hair falling from her face. "I'm sorry," she seemed to mutter, but her face became more blurry before you blacked out, a stupid grin stretched across your face.
/
When you finally came around, the first thing you noticed was the darkness. And then upon further inspection, you realized there was a glass wall surrounding the bed you were laid on. You glanced down at your hand, but when you tried to push any kind of power out, you let out a groan of pain. A painful sensation on your neck made you reach up, and unexpectedly made contact with a collar.
"Okay," you glanced around, before finally settling back on the bed. You try not to let the panic settle in as the realization that you were trapped finally sank in. Suddenly, voices and footsteps were heard from outside the cell, and voices were arguing. You stood up again, walking to the edge of the glass, hoping that someone could at least explain why the hell you were trapped in a cell.
It wasn't like you were dangerous. You swore an oath as a doctor to keep people alive, not kill them! Finally, the Avengers came into view, and you crossed your arms. "Can someone please explain why the actual fuck am I stuck behind glass?"
That brought them out of their argument, and the first pair of eyes you saw was the same one you saw before you faint. But you remember her face, Black Widow. If you have a favorite hero, Black Widow made your top five list. But it was Wanda Maximoff who spoke up. "Come on Tony, we can't just lock her up before we even get to know her."
"She has the same power as you, Maximoff, you expect me to let her roam free?" Tony grumbled, and Natasha went over to stand beside her girlfriend. You watched with fascination at the way the two of them seemed to fit so well together, Natasha's arms wrapped protectively around Wanda's shoulder, as if shielding her from the world.
Maybe they are soulmates. You mused, as you watched another argument broke out between Wanda and Tony. You caught the eyes of Hawkeye, Clint Barton, as you recalled, and he rolled his eyes. You let out a quiet giggled and shrugged, as if saying, what can you do?
"Where are you from?" Clint questioned, moving closer to the glass. He doesn't seem as if he was threatened by you, if anything he seems intrigued. No one noticed the conversation happening between the two of you as the argument continued and Capital America joined in and argued against Tony, while James Rhoes stood behind Tony, clearly arguing a losing battle.
"New York," you answered, a sheepish grin on your face. "Born and raised."
Clint hummed in response, before asking once more. "How did you get your powers?"
You shrugged, glancing at your hand as if your power would suddenly turn on again. Honestly, it was a little weird to be without your power, as you seem to have them for so long. "I woke up with them one day. I was sleeping in an on-call room when someone stumbled in and almost knocked over a shelf. I guess some sort of instinct made me catch it in mid air. That guy got so scared he whimpered before running away." You will never be able to get that mental image out of your mind. He seemed like he saw a ghost before bolting away.
"On call room?"
"I'm a doctor," you explained, instinctually reaching for your badge before remembering that your pocket was emptied when you reached in and found nothing. "Hmm, you guys should know then, as you took my badge."
"Interesting," Clint looked at you with a certain look in his eyes that you can not interpret. You were brought back into the argument once more when you heard the mention of you.
"SHE IS NOT A PRISONER TONY!" Wanda all but exclaimed, and even the previously calmed looking Black Widow looked ready to kill. A few breaths later, Wanda continued. "She'll be my responsibility. Release her and let her be part of the team. Anything she does wrong, you can put the blame on me."
You finally spoke up from where you were standing behind glass. "Umm, do I get a say?"
"No," Tony waved you off, his eyes still locked with Wanda's. You noticed a hint of red power in her eyes as she tilted her head, a dangerous look flashed through her face before Natasha grabbed her hand and pulled Wanda into her arms. "Fine. But she's your responsibility."
"Noted," Wanda bit back, and Tony went over to a panel on the side wall before angrily punching in a few numbers. The first thing that was released was the collar, and it fell to the ground with a clung. You glanced up in surprise, before finding the glass around you had lowered as well. A bag of stuff was thrown at your feet.
Tony had a look of hatred on his face, for what, who knows. It wasn't like you did anything that could have angered him, you barely even knew him. Venomous tone laced with his words. "Welcome to the team." Before he walked away, slamming the door as he did so.
Clint gave you two thumbs up as he moved forward to help you with your stuff and both Wanda and Natasha flashed you a soft smile. The rest of the team seems unbothered by their new team member, simply muttering a quick 'hey' before many disappeared again.
"Hi?" You gave Wanda an uncertain smile, while shouldering your bag.
Wanda just stared, an unreadable expression on her face. "Don't make me regret it."
She walked out after that, and Clint followed, leaving you behind with a dangerous assassin who could definitely kill you before you even blink. "If you do anything to hurt my girlfriend-"
"I wouldn't dream of it," you interrupted before she can go further. What is with people and thinking that you will hurt them?! "She seems nice."
Natasha glance at you, before nodding. "Welcome to the team, I guess."
She walked out, but before she could disappeared, you called out. "Can I go back to my apartment?"
/
The answer was no.
And you were not happy. They even made you quit your job, and there's nothing appealing about going from a high paying job to a 'you-might-die-anyday-but-that's-okay-we'll-pay-you-some-money' job. They wouldn't even let you in the med bay, saying they already have people "manning" it. Whatever, it was their loss.
You were double-board certified for heaven's sake! Talk about underappreciating someone. You grumbled under your breath as you shoved the last of your clothes into the closet, medical journal also shoved into your book shelves.
Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, seems intrigued to meet you. And seem even more interested in studying you after you claimed that you do not know how your power come to be. And that's how you found yourself stuck in Bruce's lab, laying on his table.
"I promise this won't hurt," he seems nice enough for someone who can turn into a giant green angry beast at any moment.
You probably should have say something like 'um, okay' but instead all you mumbled out was "I have a high pain tolerance."
Bruce gave you a funny look, but you shrugged it off. It wasn't your fault that you lack filter unless you're talking with a patient. He worked quietly, only the gentle humming of the machines filled the background. You just laid still.
Finally, after what seems like forever he let you go, promising to give you a result tomorrow.
And for the rest of the day, you wondered aimlessly around the compound. That was until you noticed Natasha and Wanda in the training room, and Natasha reluctantly waved you in.
"I want to see what you can do."
You just stared at her blankly. "What?"
"If you're going to be going on missions with us, you can't be defenseless if you were stripped off your power," Natasha explained, giving you a once over, noticing the lack of built. "Can you fight?"
You waved her off. "I go to the gym."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, but gestured for you to come into the fighting ring. Wanda was standing off to the side, quietly observing. You analyzed Natasha's stance, everything around you blocked out as you focused on the fight. No matter how many times it occurs, it is always weird when you use the skills from your soulmate. It was as if they were an extension of yourself.
Where Natasha struck, you were ready to block. It felt more like dancing than fighting, and you felt as if you were fighting a mirror. Everything you do, Natasha mirrored it back. You knew what was about to happen before it even happened, and by the time Natasha had you pinned on the ground, both of you were a sweaty mess, and she was staring at you with a look that almost looked like fear.
"Where did you train?"
You were tired of not knowing the answer to the questions. "What?"
"Where did you train?" Her words were softer now, and she looked at you as if she had just saw you for the very first time.
"Umm..." you flashed her a sheepish smile. "I kind of don't?"
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you kind of don't-"
Her eyes flashed with realization, and her next words were spoken in a whisper. "Your soulmate is a black widow."
"With powers," you added, lighting up your hand in a red glow.
The next gasp came from Wanda. Her voice was so soft, it felt ghostly. "Oh."
The couple shared a glance between each other, and you glanced between the two of them, hoping they will catch you up on whatever the hell just happened. You never really thought much into the idea of soulmates, they will come when they come. But standing in front of you seems to be the pieces you were missing. "Oh what?"
"It's you," Wanda glanced at you. Her voice sounded wondrous, and you couldn't help the flutter in your chest.
"It's me- what- oh."
For the second time that week, you fainted into Natasha's arms, green eyes being the last thing you saw.
/
"Welcome back." This time you weren't stuck within glass when you opened your eyes. Two pairs of green eyes glanced down at you, and you think you died and went to heaven.
"Did I die? If this is heaven don't wake me up."
Natasha chuckled, and you blinked a few more times before the world came into view. You found yourself in a room within the compound, as the bedroom layout was pretty much the same. Wanda gave you a soft smile as you ran her hand through your hair, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, leaning into her touch.
"You seem to faint around me a lot, am I scary?" Natasha teased, and you blushed and hid your face within the pillow. Wanda's chuckle filled the air, and you hope you could hear that laugh forever.
"You're too hot," you grumbled, and then immediately blushed again. Wanda giggled, and she tilted your chin so you were looking back at them. You barely knew them, yet this conversation made you felt at ease. It was as if you had known them forever, and something... clicked.
Before another word was spoken, your eyes suddenly widened and you jumped out of bed, startling the couple. "YOU TWO ARE MY SOULMATES!"
"A little late on that, detka," Wanda teased.
"Where was your head at?" Natasha added on, and there was no possible way your face could get any brighter. You might be a doctor, but when it comes to pretty girls you are a stuttering mess.
"Hot girls," you glanced between them again, before realizing what you said. You grumbled and flopped back down on the bed dramatically, your voice muffled behind the pillow. "I'm so gay."
Natasha sat down beside you, and you felt Wanda's presence on the other side of the bed. Natasha was the one who spoke up. "I would hope so, seeing that me and Wanda are both girls."
"Just kiss me," you grumbled, glancing between the two of them and the almost identical teasing smirk. Natasha wasted no time grabbing your face and bring you in for a kiss. And you couldn't help but think that those were the softest lips you have ever felt in your life. And when Wanda turned you around to kiss you as well, you felt completed. Like everything in your life had left you up to this moment.
And maybe it had, and you wouldn't change it for the world as you felt asleep cuddled between your soulmates.