Basically all in the title! Mostly the reader and Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson with the occasional guest star. I'll also probably write some Stony imagines as w...
Warnings: mentions of death, self-harm, abuse Please please please don't read if any of this is triggering for you.. mental, emotional and physical health is so important!
Description: The little cuts, bruises or scars you get on your skin out of nowhere are actually your soulmate's but they don't hurt
Word count: 1787
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People had always asked you what it was like. What was it like to only have one parent? What was it like for your father to have to live without his soulmate? You never answered because you knew they didn't want the truth, not your version of it anyway. And the truth is that it was horrible.
You knew your father loved you, of course you did. But some nights, the nights you had to drag him home from the bar or the nights you sneakily disposed of any alcohol in the house, those nights were harder to deal with than others.
What really didn't help was the fact that all of your friends were hearing from their soulmates. Or, at least, they knew they existed. Your best friends would constantly show you new scars or bruises that randomly appeared on their skin, obviously having come from their soulmate. But for you, that never happened.
You were born with a few scars here and there, like something a child gets when they fall and scrape a knee. But, since you were born, you haven't received any new marks. The thought scared you. Because, without a soulmate, you truly were alone in the world.
Those dark days were the worst. Yearning for some control, some sort of release from reality, you would sit on the bathroom floor, clutching a small razor blade searching for some answers. You knew it was a dangerous habit, a consequence of a dark mind, but that never mattered. Because despite how terrible you felt, whenever your dad had disappeared to a bar or your absentee soulmate crossed your mind, the razor was there for you.
You didn't want to die, that was never the point to it. All you craved was some control, some answers as to why you were the way you were. Was that too much to ask?
Years had passed since you were in high school. You had graduated and attended university in New York where you are now part of an incredibly successful organization. You still wonder how Nick Fury found you and decided you were an asset to S.H.I.E.L.D., not that you're complaining. You have tried your hardest to leave your past behind you, the only reminder being the detailed scars on your arms or trailing your torso. No matter how often the urge to harm yourself popped up, you pushed it away. You had to if you wanted to move forward.
"Are you ready for the briefing?" Fury appears behind you, making you jump. He always does that and yet you jump every time.
"Of course," you respond, walking into the meeting room where three people already sit. Two of them you recognize immediately, having worked with them a few times in the past.
"Y/N," Nat smiles at you, getting up from her chair and wrapping you in a hug. Many people know the red-headed assassin to be cold and calculating, but not you. Ever since you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha has been one of your closest confidantes.
