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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A\N - Jul 20th - The chapter header is unavailable because something fucked up my schedule T-T ... I know they're unnecessary but they're a personal project to keep me practicing new things.
Aug 5th - here it is!
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Pov - Ayana
Steve and I did not have to unpack while waiting for a shield agent to pick us up, but the blonde did as much as he could while I was asleep. We knew that Coulson would be the one driving us this time, the second-highest-ranked member of the organization out of the ones we met? This had to have meant something...
I quickly wore my temporarily favorite dark gray hoodie over my knitted pink top and light-wash jeans. My classic Timbs were my favorite part of the look, I didn't realize how much I missed wearing familiar comfort items like these boots, and this satiated a sizable fraction of my soul.
I was also released and thankful that morning for whatever made me braid my hair a few days prior, I did not like feeling rushed in the morning when my hair needed time. I did not have to touch it and could eat at a comfortable pace.
Coulson arrived after my third bite of Steve's sugary, star-shaped pancakes and was nice enough to allow me to finish eating in his car, he was smiling on our way down the building, having seen some of the safe-for-work sketches I had of his idol, and saying that he wanted to show something to Steve and I in return.
I couldn't help but smile and barely held back the squeals of delight every time I took a bite of my breakfast dessert. Stevie's cooking and baking were becoming an almost regular occurrence. he'd refuse to share any of his trials with me unless they tasted up to his standards, always muttering that I deserved better than his failed attempts.
He got a handle on the basics of baking rather quickly and was now comfortable adjusting ingredients, temperatures, and flavor combinations as a new creative outlet.
I was so proud!
But did he also have to make them star-shaped knowing I couldn't suck his dick when I was done eating? rude.
We got into the black car, with me in the back of course, and Coulson handed Steve a photo.
"What am I looking at?"
Coulson did not reply, he waited for the blonde to get it, encouraging him to guess with raised eyebrows.
I got curious and leaned over Steve's seat, he brought the image closer to me.
"Oh my god, I knew it!" the image was of Coulson, and a woman I didn't recognize leaning against a red car, I was sure Steve didn't recognize the vehicle because the people were easier to look at as the main subject of the picture.
