𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 '𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷'
↳ (13 avengers x reader)
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｡･:*˚:✧｡ You crash land on Asgard, not knowing who you are or where you're from, and especially not knowing what a 'soulmate' is. May the Allfather guide you on your journey ac...
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y/n = your name
italics = thoughts
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When Bruce and the other guy came to sit down two minutes later you got up to greet him. He looked a little sheepish as you examined him and his body language.
"Dobryy vecher," you held out your hand. He looked as if he were about to set down his plate but paused. Almost like he was frozen in place. You glanced back at Nat who was staring at you with wide eyes. You held a look of curiosity.
Peter, who seemed very confused, asked, "What did you say?"
Before you had a moment to recall any of your previous words to try and puzzle it out, he had pulled out his knife and held it pointing at you. Not so sheepish now. You eyed the knife, but you never portrayed a panicked expression.
"How do you speak Russian?" he asked carefully but in a threatening tone.
You eyed the knife in front of you with a neutral expression.
Disarm.
In milliseconds his hand was on the table palm up and the knife was in your hand ready to hurtle towards anybody who wasn't careful. You didn't know how it happened or who had told you to do it. You just did. You felt the tingling sensation as you held his wrist.
You heard a chair scrape back behind you as Nat quickly rounded the scene.
"Y/n, hold on," she tried to calm you down. You were calm. You turned your blank expression to her, watching your peripherals.
"Clint, she's not from Earth," Nat explained slowly. He shifted his eyes to you and the knife in your hand.
"That makes sense," he spat and did not relax under your grip. "That makes total sense why she speaks an Earth language."
Kill.
Wait, no, not my soulmate. I barely met him.
Kill.
"No!" you shouted, releasing his hand and putting both on your head, the knife clattering to the ground. "No, no, I don't want to..." you whispered. Heaving a bit, you collapsed to the ground. Your ears were ringing, so you covered them with your hands.
You couldn't hear Nat's worried tone as she asked you what was wrong. You couldn't hear the rest of your soulmates as they rushed to your side. It was weird. Like you were trapped in your mind. You hadn't felt like this before. You slowly released your hands and stood up, looking around.
"Chto za chert," you whispered over and over again. You could see everyone. They could hear you but you could not hear them. Their faces seemed blurred. So were your hands.
But the longer you stared at the one wrist tattoo you kept covered, the longer it stared back at you. You could see it through the bandage just as it could feel you. It made you feel unclean, corrupt, and contaminated.
Someone grabbed your hand, and the innocent eyes of Peter stared back at you as you whipped your head up. He was saying something but you couldn't hear it over the high-pitched noise. You could feel his touch though, feel the soulmate bond through it. You felt the worry, the anxiety, and yet amongst all of that, the love for you. He felt safe. And your heart swelled as the ringing slowly faded the longer you looked at his brown eyes.
"Y/n," you heard him say as though it were an echo in your mind, pulling you back to Earth. "Y/n, are you here?"
You hummed in response, the soft noise creating a wave of relief in the now-cramped dining space.
"A-are you okay?" you heard his soft voice ask.
"I'm sorry," you whispered to him. "I'm sorry," you crumpled. Like waves crashing into shore the world's noises began to surround you once more.
"You don't have to be sorry, that was Clint's horrible reaction's fault," he muttered, clearly not amused about the situation. "But you should let us know what happened," he said, caressing your hands.
"It told me-" your lip wobbled a bit as you tried to admit it. "There was a voice... saying to kill him."
"I didn't want to do it..." you fumbled for words. The world became blurry again, but this time from tears. The second one of them fell, a clinking noise sounded and the crystal rolled to a stop at Peter's feet. More tears came and went, and with each a small noise from the hardened crystal against the wood floor.
It only made it worse for you, knowing that the tears turned to crystal which made you more of a freak of nature. Everyone was dumbfounded. Not sure how to console or comfort you because no one knew what was wrong. You had held a hard exterior for all the time they had known you thus far. Was this your breaking point?
Peter decided to take the initiative and wrapped you in a warm embrace, sheltering you from the stares of your other soulmates.
When your tears had stopped, he grabbed your hands and stepped away. You glanced behind him at the people who only seemed to offer pity with their faces. Peter made you feel better though.
"Y/n, I don't think you're a bad person. I'm not sure why something told you to do that but I don't think it was yourself. If you're feeling better let's finish eating and we can discuss it later whenever you want to," he said softly.
"Thank you," you whispered to him.
"Let's finish eating then," he grinned, pulling out your chair at the table. You sat down delicately and began to eat. Not the way Nat had shown you, but how you wanted to. The knife on the floor was put back into the man's belt and forgotten and dinner was quiet but better than the previous atmosphere.
Afterward, you caught Peter's hand and held it all the way up to your room as Tony loomed behind the two of you, not daring to speak. When they both bid you goodnight at your door you inclined your head as if to say goodnight as well. You mouthed a silent thank you to Peter once Tony turned away and he gave you the most heart-melting smile you had seen. He hugged you once more before walking back to Tony who was waiting for him.
"Feel better tomorrow, darling," Tony called to you. You shut the door before passing out in the bed, not even changing or bathing like they might make you if you were on Asgard.
