a marvelous story - avengers soulmate au

helen

Helen was going to kill me. I was dead. My fate was sealed, and my future was decided.

And I was just going back to my apartment.

Helen, being my protective scary dog privilege best friend, was honestly just worried for me, but she also overreacted a lot. I loved her not in spite, but for these little things.

She was my sister. My closest friend. My family.

But right now I was a little over six minutes lat from the latest acceptable time.

Her whirlwind of anger was not actual rage, but concern and her eccentric lifestyle meshing in chaotic harmony. Today, my dark-skinned grunge girlie was wearing a ratty band tee and some faded jeans, and she was pulling it off.

"Do you know how terrified I was when I figured you were out with Tony Stark, CEO of cocky assholes with too much money? I might have died! You're so lucky I let you go out with him. If he tried anything I'll kill him. Who else was there? There are already articles out about you! They keep referring to you as his latest 'project" as if you'd let him treat you like some experiment."

I knew she was upset, so I just stepped forward and hugged her. A dopey smile came to my face as she softened and sighed, gripping my hoodie close as she sniffled roughly.

"I mean, you had to be late?" she said, pushing me back to study my face. I smiled and went into the living room to recount my date, swooning dramatically onto the couch and sighing wistfully.

"Alright, fineeeee. Spill it, all the deets," she said as I sat up and drew my legs beside me.

"It was great! We walked through Washington Square and talked about all kinds of stuff and my other soulmates a lot. Tony wants me to meet everyone soon but Nat wants me to wait till I'm ready. I think she just wants me to herself longer."

"Won't, back up, who's Nat?"

"Another soulmate."

"Seriously? That's sic, bro!" she clearedher throat. "I meant you need to introduce her and Stark to me immediately. In person. Get a hold of St-"

"Call him Tony."

"Tony." she corrected in a mocking tone, "and tell him I want to determine his worth for my bestie. Same with the rest of them as soon as they meet you." I sighed, expecting this but also not.

"Okay, okay. I promise, H. For now though, let's watch something fun." I said, making my way to the small bedroom just off the side of my main living space to rip the comforter off my bed and retrieve the few extra blankets I had. With the bundle of blankets in my arms, I managed to snag my two pillows off the bed before practically tumbling out into the living room.

"Jeez, Sunny. That's a lot of shit you got there." Helen said, rushing to take some and dumping it onto the couch with me.

"Well, Ms. Sol's Soulmate Hate Club-"

"I don't hate Tony."

"-I wanted us to be comfortable while we watch all eight Harry Potter movies and judge how inaccurate to the books they are." I explained simply, making Helen grin and both of us forget all about my mates waiting to meet me.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Get that shit on screen now! I can't wait to laugh at how they made Petunia look basic instead of a goofy-ass horse mouthed bitch." my best friend said, climbing over the back of the couch and situating the blankets and pillows quickly before dragging me down with her and forcing me to start the movie.

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After too many hours of binging an entire movie series that was horrifically time-consuming, many fatty snacks, three two-liter bottles of soda, and an unhealthy amount of pizza, Helen and I were done watching the Harry Potter films and settled into the couch, laying opposite ways, with bloated bellies and tired eyes.

"Y'know, Sunny, I have a research paper due tomorrow. Fuckin' long-term sub for Hawthorne's class insists on making us write like two ten-pagers a month. Even the old crone wouldn't of made us do that."

"Wait, Hawthorne's on leave? What is it with the Medical kids, always having their teachers gone?" I asked, confounded and on the verge of laughing.

"Dumb bitch got knocked up. I swear she's like in her late forties, how is she still popping 'em out?"

"I dunno, maybe she has a really nice skincare routine." I suggested, barely holding back a laugh as Helen processed before we both broke into borderline hysterics over our exceedingly inappropriate and unfunny comments.

"Damn, Sunny, that was good."

"I know, it's why you love me."

"You are quite useful somtimes."

"Good night, H,"

"Sleep tight, Sunny."

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Omg you guys this is so short 😢 I'm gonna die. Please play something funny at my funeral and don't let my mom see my fanfics.

Anyway, this chapter is like two hundred words shy of what I usually write so I might, emphasis on might, make the next two or three chapters longer.

Have a good day, hope you're enjoying life! Also, please give me feedback if you can. I'd love to know your thoughts on my work!