I died, got isekai-d, and found out that soulmates are a thing.. In a world where trying to find one of them might end up in getting the attention of a murderous cult of nazis. All while black and weird no less..
Loki x Steve x Bucky x Oc x Pietro
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Pov - Steve
Ayana's scent alluded me in the morning, I got up right after adjusting my position to find it. I sat in the large bed, blinking in confusion that melted away when I spotted Ayana's discarded hooded jacket.
I kept looking around the room, listening to the sound of vegetables being chopped while trying to, yet again, recalibrate my mind to my new reality.
I needed a shower.
Finding clothes that fit, taking a shower, and finally shaving was simple enough. I slipped the same shoes back on, liking the familiarity and simplicity compared to the heavy-looking boots my mate had switched to. I was pretty sure those boots were put here from me but I liked them better on her.
By the time I stepped out, I could smell whatever delicious thing she was cooking and my stomach growled. I groaned, thanking her in my head for the food, and followed the scent to repeat it out loud.
I smirked as I approached the open kitchen, her back was facing me just like last time and my smirk widened at the memory of her struggling to accept a simple compliment. I was looking forward to that happening again.
We ate in comfortable silence, Ayana had prepared a creamy chicken pasta, a colorful salad, and a mixture of cold green tea and lemonade. I made sure to thank and compliment her while she was eating and couldn't run away. She playfully glared at me, then lowered her gaze back to her food without replying. I caught her trying to eat faster, shifting to getaway mode, but gave her a playful glare of my own to stop her. She giggled and ate at her usual pace.
I held back a grin when I noticed her holding her cheeks, facing the table when she thought I wasn't looking. She tried covering for the action by scratching the side of her face.
I noted to myself a reminder to find a recipe book around the place, maybe scout the entire cabin as she did, and make myself useful. I was no cook by any means, but I rarely messed up a recipe, so I should do fine.
I should try the web.
Minutes later I volunteered to do the dishes, Ayana - being the direct communicator that she was - did not insist that she'd do it and left to find more printer paper under the computer desk across from me.
About an hour later, still, in the early afternoon, I was walking outside, scanning the surrounding area of the cabin proved to be fruitless if you don't count the lake that we've already seen on arrival. But at least I knew the place inside and out. Should've done this last night...
I could just join Ayana and draw, I am inspired enough.. but I couldn't really do that without the right hateful conditions...
I hurriedly stepped back inside to see what Ayana had drawn while I was out. She was sitting on the floor again with about a dozen pages folded in half, some of which were all the ones she'd used earlier. She also had tools that I recognized were for amateur bookbinding and had weird but groovy music playing softly while she worked.
