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Natasha traced the outline of the bat on her leg under the table, her soulmark. Or where she knew it would be if she could see through her clothes. It was a path that she had traced countless times, the one nervous tick that she hadn't trained out of herself out of, at least not in spaces where she felt safe.
It was the symbol of Batman, a vigilante superhero that she had thought only existed in fiction. Except he was sitting at the same table as her, along with a couple of other members of his same not so fictional group. Who had ended up in her world after the destruction of their own thanks to one of their magicians.
She could feel his eyes on her from under his mask and wondered if he had a mark like she did. If he knew what it meant.
It was a good thing that she was not in charge of the meeting, because she couldn't bring herself to speak in front of them all. Not when she was so distracted by possibilities she hadn't believed in. A soulmate that could possibly start to understand who she was and what she had been through.
After the meeting when it was decided that the new heroes would stay with the Avengers until they figured out more, she approached Batman. She said nothing about her mark, wanted to see what he would do first. Natasha wouldn't be the one to put that on a man who had just lost everything.
Yet he looked at her and asked about if their new world had soulmarks like his own. And even though she knew Batman was more guarded than she, he admitted that he thought they were soulmates.
Something inside her changed with those words.