~ ⚡️Everyone is born with a number on their arm.
That number, is the amount of steps left to take before you meet your soulmate.
But what happens when the numbers reach zero as you stand before the very person you were created to destroy? ⚡️ ~
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Leonora came back round to consciousness.
Her head was pounding and her muscles were stiff as concrete. She barely had time to register where she was or what had happened to her when a voice catches her attention.
"Tell Cap, Sleeping Beauty's awake."
She squints her eyes in the harsh fluorescent lighting as she finally recognises the man before her. The room was like some form of cell, empty and bright. Glass walls every side of her.
Her instincts kick in, that adrenaline whizzing round her sped up metabolism, as she tries to back away. Unfortunately for her, she was going no where. Her hands were bound in some type of steel contraption along with her legs.
Smart. Handcuffs alone wouldn't have held her. So this had to be some kind of super soldier version of restraints. She gave her legs a tug with all her might just to double check.
No budging.
Leonora sighs. Of course they had this kind of shit here. She was after all looking at Tony Fucking Stark.
Leonora's look of disgust must've given her away.
Tony fiddled with his watch on his wrist as he gave her a smug smirk, walking slowly closer to her in a self assured way. From this close he seemed different than he did on TV. He was shorter than she imagined. His eyes had more hazel in them than brown, and he looked tired.
She supposed the whole world did these days.
"You like em? I had them custom made for when Barnes was an issue." Tony asked Leonora rhetorically with a glint in his eye.
She knew he got off on self assumed power, throwing money at every problem in his life. He was a lot less important-looking in person though. Just a man, like the rest. Leonora grits her teeth, biting back the urge to make a comment, giving him what he wants. She'd had enough of smartass men to last her a lifetime.
"I gotta say, I am enjoying this. Not only is Cap actually human and he has a soulmate, but she's an assassin super soldier herself. Honestly, this amuses me to no end, you've no idea." Stark continues as he laughs to himself.
At the mention of her stupid soulmate, she flinches internally.
How could she have let herself get caught? The last thing she remembers is turning around and seeing a flash of faded red.
Romanoff. For fuck's sake. She was better than this. She never got caught.
But her guard hadn't been up as much. She was thrown off kilt by her interaction before she was taken. Another affirmation that this whole destiny shit made you weak. She swallows down bile in disgust at her actions.
