His Soulmate | Bucky Barnes ✔

Chapter Ten

I rolled out of bed happy the next morning. Sun was shining through the gap in my closed curtains, and a tingle ran over my body as I felt my lips.

We'd kissed. We'd actually kissed! Bucky liked me as more than a friend and we had kissed. Several times, might I add.

Which suddenly made me worried. I still had a soulmate. I'd heard of people's soulmates changing, or meeting them late in life. Indeed, out of all of the Avengers I only knew of Clint to have met his so far. I decided to drop the idea of the soulmate. I'd just stop writing and drawing, and if they left a note, which I highly doubted they would, then I would just ignore it.

But I would have to speak to Bucky about it. Maybe he had already met his soulmate, back in the 40s, which would explain why he wasn't worrying as much about the them as I was. I'd never actually met someone, or heard of anyone for that matter, who just ignored the soulmate. Everyone ended up with them, and had the story to go along with it.

I pulled myself out of bed and forced myself to go and find something to eat. When I was hungry I felt sick, which wouldn't help the nerves.

What greeted me in the living room, however, wasn't what I expected. Instead of the normal few avengers milling around, eating or talking, the room was deserted. I heard a bang from the kitchen and jumped, before heading over to investigate.

A man dressed in a red and black body suit was dancing around the kitchen, a pink frilly apron tied around his front. There were at least twenty plates of untouched piles of pancakes littered everywhere, and I stared open mouthed as he continued to sing.

"Mamma Mia, here I go again. My my how can I resist you?"

I frowned, watching as he swung his hips around as he flipped his pancakes. I noticed a floppy white chefs hat had been pulled over the top of his mask.

"Excuse me," He spun around, waving the pan at me. "Who are you?"

"Wow, how rude of me. I'm Deadpool. And you are?"

I raised a brow "Deadpool?"

"No I'm Deadpool." He pointed a spatula at his chest.

I shook my head "I'm Amelie."

"Nice nice nice..." He turned back to his pancakes and started singing again. "Mamma Mia, does it show again. My my, just how much I missed you?"

"Excuse me Deadpool?"

He turned around humming. "Yes?"

"Why are you making loads of pancakes?"

He waved "I have a reason to be here and I thought I'd kill some time."

I sighed as he spun back around, and walked over to the sofas as Tony walked in. "What the-"

"What the frick frack snick snack diddly dack paddy whack caddy shack is Tony Stark doing here?"

I snorted and turned around as Tony glared at him. "Deadpool we've spoken about this. You can't just invite yourself into my home."

"You know Deadpool?" I popped my head over the sofa.

"Amelie, you knew he was here?"

I raised my hands "a whole two minutes before you did."

He stopped as the lift doors slid open and Peter stepped out, wearing his Thor pyjamas in all their glory. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawning as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Who's that delicious Scooby snack? Yum, yum"

My head snapped backwards, and I jumped up. Peter stood staring, now fully awake at the man who stood opposite him.