The Thing About Soulmates || Tony Stark

The Captain

No.

No no no no no no no. This can't be happening. 

You looked around your room, noticing how to clock read '12:03.'

"This can't be happening," you breathed out. You sat up in your bed and threw your covers off. The cold air nipped at your toes, but it didn't bother you. You were too stressed to focus on anything else but this. 

You paced your room, running your hands through your hair. It hadn't been washed since this morning, so it didn't look amazing, but it could've looked worse. 

Your thoughts were all over the place and the only thing that you could think of to ease it was coffee. So you grabbed your slippers and left your room, trying your best to remember what Tony had said. 

"The kitchen is down that hallway to your left,"  he said in your thoughts. You went down the hallway you remember Tony pointing to and stopped when you got to two doors. Left, he said again, so you turned left and luckily found yourself in the kitchen. 

When you got there, there was a light on in the corner by the dining room, so the kitchen was in a low haze. You saw that there was already some coffee in the pot, and took your chances on it being fresh. Sighing in content as the steam rose from your cup, you sipped the glorious drink.

"What are you doing up?" someone asked from behind you. At the voice, you screamed, almost dropping your mug.

"You made me spill me coffee, jerk," you reached for a paper towel to clean up the small drop of coffee that splattered onto the counter. "Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on-" your voice dropped off as you turned around to see who had the pleasure of scaring the crap out of you. 

"Oh my gosh, Mr. America, sir. I'm so sorry about that." 

"You're not a jerk," you added, mentally slapping yourself.

"It's okay, ma'am. I shouldn't have startled you," he smiled before taking a sip of his drink. 

He was standing behind you, leaning against the counter. You copied his stance, hoping it would make you seem more relaxed. 

"Well sorry about the coffee incident Ms.-"

It took you a few seconds to realize what he was waiting for, but once you did you stuck out a hand to shake his. "[Y/N]. [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N]," you greeted, your cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink.

"Nice to meet you, [Y/N]. I'm Steve. Steve Rogers," he smiled, copying your phrasing.

"Well nice to meet you, Steve." 

The conversation ended, and there was silence for a few seconds before you remembered why you came out here for coffee. Panic quickly set course through your veins, and you asked Steve a question to try and distract yourself from the worrying feeling in your mind.

"So, what are you doing up?" you decided on, trying your best to sound happy.

He paused for a second, most likely debating whether or not he should tell you the truth. He shrugged his shoulders and simply said, "Nightmares," before ducking his head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," he looked up at you again, "it's just part of the job, ya know?" 

You nodded, not really sure how to respond. You didn't know, but you could guess that being a superhero comes with some grueling sights.

"What about you?" he questioned.

"Well," your eyes suddenly found the black of your coffee very interesting. "It doesn't seem as big anymore."

"If it's enough to keep you up at night, than it's big enough." You met his eyes and you saw true concern in them. You smiled at the man and his kindness.

"Okay." You looked down at your shoes once more before speaking.

"I didn't hear my soulmates voice today," you looked towards the clock. "Well yesterday now, but still."

"Wow," Steve breathed out, obviously not expecting this. 

"Yeah," you sighed. "I just don't know if I'm ready."

Steve took another sip of his coffee, flickering his eyes between his cup and you. "I wasn't sure if I was ready either," he whispered, almost barely audible. You could tell that this subject was a sensitive one by his demeanor- the way his shoulders were tense and his eyes glazed over, as if he was living in another time. You've never seen Captain America as anything but confident, and seeing this different side of him made you realize who he was without the super serum. "The first time I met him was in fourth grade. I got cornered at recess by these kids who were always picking on me, although it never really got physical until that day."

"I guess he saw what was happening and came over to stop it. The kids instantly ran away, the 'big fifth grader' scaring them off. He stayed with me and made sure I was okay," he ran his hand through his hair, and sighed. "After that we were practically inseparable. Our moms could barely handle us for more than an hour," he chuckled at the memory, reminiscing on his past. "We didn't realize we were soulmates until after my parents died. I remember walking home from the funeral, I tripped over my two left feet and scraped my hands on the road. When he helped me up, he noticed the bruises on his hands."

"I avoided him for a few days, the pain of losing my parents and finally meeting my soulmate was too much for my brain to process. I tried shutting him out, I didn't think I could lose anyone else, so I pushed him away before he could hurt me. It didn't last long though. Two days later he was breaking a window to get into my apartment, just so he could see me. It was then that I realized I couldn't go on without him in my life, even if I could lose him the very next day."

It was quiet for a moment before you asked the question Steve probably didn't want to hear. "And what happened to him?" you whispered, trying not to startle him.

"He got drafted. I tried to enlist so I could go with him-so he wouldn't have to leave me- but they said I just wasn't strong enough. Until Dr. Erskine enlisted me to become what I am today," he smirked at his words.

"I rescued Bucky from a hydra base and everything was okay for a while after that. We made the commandos, went on missions together, and just enjoyed our time. I thought he had died on me, and I wasn't going to waste the second chance I was given. Who could be lucky enough to get a second chance at life with their soulmate?" he asked, searching for an answer no one could give him. "But then it was taken from him. I watched him fall to his death because I couldn't save him. Even with my abilities, I couldn't save him." Steve looked down again, the pain from his years before the ice resurfacing. 

He shook his head lightly and met your eyes once more. "When you meet your soulmate, you'll be ready. Even if it doesn't feel like it, you will be. The universe has a mysterious way of doing things." 

he started to leave before stopping by your side. He turned his head to look at you, before whispering, "Don't miss out on the joy that your soulmate will bring you just because you aren't sure about it. You'll regret it if you do." 

And with that, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

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just putting this out there, although it may seem like many of these relationships you have with people may be flirting and more than platonic, all of these relationships are platonic. People can act a little more comfortable and less formal around people because they have soulmates. So every relationship that people have in this universe are simply platonic, except for the one with their soulmate. 

Is this chapter too focused on steve? 

And fanfic recommendations (for marvel)?

And also, I almost chucked it in the fuck it bucket and full sent it but I didn't :)

And two updates in one day??? who am I??? don't expect this out of me normally.

And there will be a part 2 of this chapter, so that's why it seems so blah