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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"Sam, watch your six!" Steve shouted at his friend.
The terrorists were on their left and their right, yielding weapons they should've never been able to get their avaricious hands on. Gunshots pierced the air as they lunged at Steve and Sam with sharp, glinting knives, but the two Avengers dodged them effortlessly just as they had been trained to do. Although they had been ambushed, it hadn't come as a surprise to them. In fact, it was all a part of the plan while Natasha and Epic apprehended the dictator who ran the illegal weaponry trade. Meanwhile, Bruce Banner aided the women and children the terrorists were trying to smuggle across the southern border. It was Steve and Sam's first mission since they had returned from searching for Bucky Barnes, and it felt good to be back out in the field. Every punch Steve threw was potent, every time he hurled his shield, it hit his mark, and he was able to recall every tactical move Natasha had taught him.
Although they weren't fighting side by side, he knew she and Epic were just a few blocks away, and he could reach her through their earpieces. It felt like he had finally found his place in the world, that he had finally made friends and knew who to trust and knew who he shouldn't, that he finally knew what and who he stood for.
"Got it, man!" Sam called, sounding as if he was having a grand time while he fought the dozens of men.
However, against Steve and Sam, they were no match. As he hurled his shield, he threw punches and kicks at the men who shot and slashed at him. As Sam took out each sniper, he descended to the ground to help him before flying back up. It was easy, something they had practiced and executed many times. It was a success just as it had always been. Within the blink of an eye, the men were down and the gunshots had ceased.
Steve smiled at Sam as he landed on the ground beside him and clasped his shield onto his back. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He said, high on adrenaline from fighting and completing another seemingly, successful mission.
"Nope. It felt pretty damn good." Sam grinned, pressing the button that folded his wings onto his shoulders as they began walking towards the base station they had set up. "Do you think the others are done yet?"
"Probably. I just don't want to distract Natasha. She'd yell at me for it." Steve mused, thinking fondly about the woman who had his heart in the palm of her hand. To him, she was his soulmate, even if she really wasn't. To him, it was her that he meant to be with even if the stars hadn't aligned for them.
Beside him, Sam chuckled. "So you and the Black Widow?"
He rolled his eyes although, his cheeks flushed with color. "We aren't together. I wish we were though..." He mumbled almost to himself. "But what about you and Maria? I'm really glad you found her." He said.
"Maria... I think I love her." He smiled. "But have you taken her out?" He asked as if it was that simple. If it was, Steve would've already taken her out to dinner and tried to give her the world, just like she deserved.
