~ ⚡️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 sits silently by the picturesque waterfall in front of her, the sound of rushing water calming her pounding head.
There's a faint sound of exotic bird calls surrounding her, vivid flowers and unusual plants dotted around the bank she sits on cross-legged. The sun warms her skin which feels like it hasn't seen actual daylight in so long.
She closes her eyes, breathing deeply and trying to take it all in.
Peace.
She feels a sense of stillness within her. Not running from anything, not running towards anything. Just...being.
It was a foreign concept to the deadly asset who had spent her whole life waiting for the next fight. She feels a weariness in her bones begin to settle in at the event of the last few weeks.
She had gone from being a brainwashed violent assassin, believing she was ever incapable of human emotions, to finding her soulmate, falling in love and actually realising she cared about other people.
Despite not even being thirty yet, Leonora feels older than her years. She had been through so much pain and trauma, in her relatively short life, that most civilians couldn't even dream of. She suddenly realises how lucky she is to have survived this long when so many others hadn't.
Leonora's mind takes her back to the all the other girls she grew up with, some hardened by fear, some drowned by it. So many parent-less kids, terrified at what was to be made of their lives. She had stopped making friends eventually. They all just left her.
But she supposed Nat had been the closest thing she had ever had to a friend. Perhaps if they'd had longer together, they might've even used that title with each other. She feels that familiar pang in her chest as she thinks about Nat not being here anymore.
Steve had only been gone one night, but she already missed him, like a part of her soul was missing. She hated the vulnerability it gave her, but she'd learnt to accept that her life was going to look a lot different than people had imagined for her; than she had imagined for herself. And that was ok.
This was a good thing.
She takes another slow, steady breath, appreciating true fresh air. It felt pure and clean here, there was a sense of spirituality that hung heavy in the air.
She had already been shown to her room by Shuri and formally introduced to the Dora Milaje. King T'Challa had let her know that anything she needed, just to let one of the staff know. He had reiterated that anyone who was important to Captain America was a friend of their country.
