~ ⚡️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 was sure her and Romanoff were in an unspoken stand off throughout the night.
Neither one of them, it seemed, had dared shut their eyes for fear of the other. It was funny how they were so similar in that way.
At dinner, despite being watched like a hawk, Leonora had managed to steal a knife from the kitchen. It wasn't too sharp or big, but she could turn anything into a deadly weapon if needs be. She spent the entire night, wide awake and fighting sleep, gripping it close by her side as she looked out into the darkness of the room, frozen still whilst her mind sped with thoughts.
Even though she knew Steve was her soulmate, and it was slowly sinking in, that subconscious part of her brain that had been programmed against the Avengers was going away no time soon.
She knew Romanoff wasn't asleep because her breathing was light, and every now and then she'd sigh slightly, as if reminding Leonora that she was still there, watching and waiting. She knew she wanted to protect her friend, but she sensed there was more underneath her hatred. Perhaps a sense of rivalry for their upbringings. Or maybe Romanoff just didn't trust her. She was wise to either way. Leonora couldn't trust herself at the moment. She was acting the most out of character she'd ever acted in her life. But then again, what was her character, and what was programmed into her? She felt oddly hollow, trying to figure out herself.
Who would've thought she'd be in a bed in Stark's compound ? It was like something out of a bad dream. The pain she'd have inflicted on her back at base for even entertaining such a notion.
So all night long, both the deadly women stayed wide awake, quietly letting the other know they were not backing down first.
Eventually, as dawn was breaking through the curtains, Romanoff cleared her throat uncomfortably. Leonora could tell she was about to speak for the first time in hours. She couldn't tell if she was relieved or pissed off.
"If you hurt him, you know I will cut off every one of limbs whilst keeping you alive in the process." Natasha spoke hoarsely but surely.
Leonora huffed a small laugh dryly.
"Oh is this what this is? You're in love with the Captain?" Leonora responded, smirking to herself as she tried to get under her skin.
"I have my soulmate. This is about you conveniently showing up out of the blue as we plan to bring half the population back. Just in time to throw Rogers off and complete the mission you were probably assigned to do from birth." She retorts, a bitterness to her tone.
