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 - Ayana
I regretted coming here already...
I could feel the sun's heat on my back through the thick ass glass of the building and elevator. My hand twitched to grasp Steve's before it caught up with the fact that my soulmate wasn't there, and shrunk back into my soft hoodie's sleeve.
Another test... I'd rather hug my old supervisor than do this.
My stomach churned acid and a regreted breakfast, my right leg trembled, threatening to crumble if I arrived more than 2 minutes later than planned, and I wanted to disappear.
My only company was the card mister Hawkeye himself handed to me before sending me off to find my destination myself. I knew that I'd most likely be watched, probably by some Agents with the same clearance level as him.
I stood near the summoned elevator for a few seconds before realizing that nobody told me where to go.
I assumed that the card was most likely a map. Trying to figure out my destination was a distracting challenge, for a second I contemplated sitting where I had been dropped a confused nervous wreck but I figured that I might need the sun's energy to help with my depleted social battery.
So there I was, going up to the only floor I ever saw empty, apart from people I needed to meet at the time anyway, to try and have a random area to sit and concentrate in. The poor excuse for rainbow order floor numbers was not helping.
My heart jumped to my throat and my back prickled as the elevator stopped and invited another person in.
A black woman, the first I've seen in the building, nodded at me with a smile before pressing the number she needed.
She was slightly taller, with a braid-out that looked professionally done, and a suit that fit her curves well.
She looks like me, but she also looks important.
"You're new here," she said
The first black shield agent that I ever see here, is important.
"Maybe" I curtly replied.
"Need help around the building?"
Also, the first black woman, that looks like she matters, shows up right when I need her.
"No, I was texted where to go" My face almost neutralized from my polite smile and my stomach shrunk from the lie. lying needs to stop hurting if I'm gonna be a spy. I dreaded being asked things about this timeline when it was too early. Especially by Steve... I'd crumble in seconds.
"Alright," she said as the doors to my floor opened "I'll be in the first room to the left if you need me," she said pointing up to the floor she was headed towards.
