The Thing About Soulmates || Tony Stark

The Talk

Without ever seeing it, the average pedestrian would think that to get the best view of New York, you would have to go to the Empire State Building. The truth is, you would have to be on the Avengers Tower, 90th floor, on the couch facing south. There, you could see the entire south side of New York, without any children crying a few feet away or someone nudging your shoulder just so they could get a peek. There, you would feel as if you're the only person in existence.

And that's why it was one of your favorite places in the tower. After only living there for a few days, you found that the rooms with the most windows were your favorites. The natural light and the endless sky always put you at ease, even in some of your more stressful times. So whenever you couldn't sleep, or just needed to relax, you would find yourself sitting on the couch facing south, on the 90th floor of the Avenger's Tower. And there, you felt as if you were the only person in existence.

Unless you had two pairs of obtrusive eyes staring daggers into your soul.

Then, you would most definitely not feel as if you're the only person in existence. 

"Have you two met yet?" 

"[Y/N]," Bea sighed.

"What? It's a serious question," you shrugged, waiting for her retaliation. 

Bea paused, rolling her eyes before saying, "No, [Y/N], we haven't met."

You smiled, taking your chance to avoid the elephant in the room. "Well, what perfect timing."

"Tony, meet Bea," you gestured towards the billionaire in the room, then towards the girl sitting to your right. "Bea," you paused, not wanting to look at Tony, "meet Tony." You repeated your gestures, this time starting with the girl and ending with the billionaire. But when you made eye contact with him, you froze. Those eyes, those coffee-colored eyes, were screaming at you to say something meaningful, something that would put his anxious mind at ease, if only for a second. 

He cared. It confused him, more than any of his experiments, more than anything has before, but he cared. He wanted you to say something, to tell him that you were okay. He wanted you to say that it wasn't his fault that you left, that you ran away because of your inner demons, not because of him, even if he would never believe it. Because he cared for you, even if he didn't know why.

But you couldn't. As much as you wished you could take the pain in his eyes away, you couldn't. It was him. He's the reason you left, the reason you were so scared to come back. He's the reason for everything. The reason for your past, the sleepless nights filled with worry and sorrow. The reason for your present, standing in this room that felt crowded but made you feel so alone. And the reason for your future, the person you would always run to, who would always be there for you.

He's the reason for everything.

But I don't even know him.

You stood, never breaking the eye contact between you and Tony. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what you were going to do next.

And what you did, no one expected. 

You turned around, picking up the coat that was hanging off the side of the couch, and started to leave. 

"So you're just not going to say anything about last night?" The words stopped you, sticking your feet to the ground like glue.

"About what?" you questioned, even though you already knew the answer. And you knew the next words were going to hurt him, yet they needed to be said because what you wanted to say would've crushed him altogether.

"Nothing happened last night."

With those words, your feet magically unstuck. You began walking, picking up the pace, trying to keep up with the thoughts in your head. It was like a whirlwind, one thought after the other, speeding through your mind like it was Daytona. But when you felt someone grab your hand, they all stopped. There it is again, you thought. You felt a spark where his fingers touched your skin, or at least you imagined.

You saw the black jeans and the small grease stains scattered over them, giving you an excellent guess at who it was. Looking through your lashes, you made eye contact once again. He still looked worried, but this time there was a fire behind his eyes. It was almost impossible to see, but there was anger, something that you must've caused. 

"Tony," you whispered, not sure what else to say.

"Nothing? Nothing happened last night?" he sounded irritated, hoping that you would let him in. He knew you were putting up a wall to protect yourself, but the question was from what.

"[Y/N]," he paused, somehow looking deeper into your eyes, trying to find an answer for his question, "I've never seen anyone as scared as you were. And I've seen some horrifying things."

"It's just that," I was scared, "I don't know."

"I had just talked to Steve about his soulmate," and it made me think of mine. And how he was. And how we'd be okay. Then you just walked in, literally, and that was that. I knew. But I wasn't sure if I was ready. And honestly, I'm still not, "and it really impacted me. Just the way that he lost his soulmate and then everything he's ever known."

You looked down, not sure what else to say. You wanted to tell him what you were thinking, but he couldn't know that he was your soulmate. You've barely known each other for a week and yet you're supposed to spend the rest of your lives together? How is that going to work when you both lead two very different lives?

"[Y/N]," he breathed, noticing your nervousness. You met his eyes once more, seeing that the fire was gone, and all that was left was understanding and comfort. "I'm sorry for scaring you the way I did." You nodded, not being able to find the words needed.

"I was just worried, you know," he scratched the back of his head, "it was the middle of the night, in the heart of New York City," he droned off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

"I know. Thank you," you smiled.

"It was no big deal," he smiled back. 

Sensing the conversation was over, he gave you a nod and finally dropped your arm.

Turning around, you walked back to your room with a hint of a smile on your face.