Steve Rogers thought he was one of the lucky ones but Natasha Romanoff, well, she thought that she was terribly misfortunate and she would love to kick fate's ass. In a world where soulmates are real, unequivocal marks etched on skin signifying an i...
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Steve
All my covers have been blown, the Red Room is after me again, and well... I'm officially fucked (and not in a good way). I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly and I'm sorry I have to sever all my connections. The last thing I want is the Red Room coming after you.
I do hope I'll see you again.
But do me a favor... call that nurse. I mean, she's not a nurse but whatever. Give her a call. She's nice, you're nice, and it's a perfect match. I loved our week together, and I wish it didn't have to end, but we are just so different, and we both know we can't be together.
Anyways I wish you the best and please be careful while you try to find the Winter Solider. If I come across him I promise I won't kill him, but I can't promise I won't hurt him. Karma's a bitch... let him know that for me.
- С уважением, Нат и Эпик [Sincerely Nat and Epic]
PS: I hope you remember Russian
PSS: Epic wishes she could stay behind with you. Well, we both do <3
Steve hadn't known when Natasha had gotten a phone call in the middle of the night six months ago, she would leave and possibly not return. He hadn't known that might've been the last time he would make love to her, kiss her breathless, and even talk to her. She wasn't his soulmate - no - but what he felt for her was real and when his soulmate mark kindled with vestige whenever they touched, he knew that he could love her for the rest of his life. He longed to hear her voice, to know she was, at least, alive, but he had no way to contact her and not even Clint knew her whereabouts.
All he had was the damn note she slipped into his bag, the note he had yet to throw away.
He and Sam had set off to find Bucky Barnes shortly after she left, but their leads had been futile, and they returned to New York three months ago defeated and disheartened. Time had passed slowly - long missions that seemed idle without Natasha, galas at Stark's Tower where his friends insisted he ask out a multitude of women, and demanding days at a revived S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters that Fury and Maria built from the ground up - a small but momentous feat, a new start so many of them needed.
That night was a new start for him as well...
He was taking Sharon Carter on a date as Natasha had implored him. They were going to dinner with Sam and Maria, who had swiftly connected with their soulmate bond. It was a simple date, something that was supposed to be easy and something that wasn't supposed to hold any obligations, but it still felt wrong. There was only one woman he longed to be with, and it wasn't fair to Sharon to string her along like he felt like he was doing. Nonetheless, Sam had assured him he would enjoy himself, and Steve dressed in his best and drove his new truck to pick up Sharon, remembering what Sam had told him as he pulled into her driveway. 'Natasha left you, man. Didn't even leave a way for you to contact her. I like her, and I think she's a good person, but you've got to move on. She said in her letter you guys can't be together, and you can't spend the rest of your life pining for her.'
