Marvel Preferences and Imagines (Taking Requests)

Faded Image

Ever since you were born, you had this faded image in the corner of your eye. The image was in constant motion as if it was moving constantly. You never thought anything of it, until people began to share what the image looked like. Some boys said it looked like a girl coloring. Other girls said it was a boy playing football. No one had it exactly like yours.

If you looked hard enough, you could make out a distinct image of a man wearing green and gold attire sitting in a room surrounded by books. You couldn't see the man's face, but you could tell that he seemed fairly relaxed.

At lunch with your friends, the talking about soulmates continued. Sara, a small girl with auburn hair stated that hers was a small girl who was playing with a basketball. When it was your turn, you just tucked your head into your arms and hid from their curious eyes.

"What's wrong," Your best friend Elizabeth asked, taking her whale shaped lunch box out of her backpack. She picked out a red apple and started to eat it. With every crunch, you felt your stomach drop deeper into the ground.

"The guy's an old man, Elizabeth. I'm not like you. Mine isn't some teenager who takes geometry and biology. I'm going to marry some 95-year old by the time I'm twenty" You remarked, looking up at her with teary eyes. She set down her apple to hug you.

"I'm sure that fate has something in store for you, y/n. Just be patient," Sara remarked, biting into her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Yeah right. First I lose my mom, then my dad leaves, and now you're talking about fate like he's going to show up in my corner. If fate actually existed, why haven't things gotten better?" You complained, fiddling with your grilled cheese. All you wanted to do was to disappear.

Fate was cruel. Your mother had died giving birth to you. Your dad had taken care of you up to the age of six. Once you turned seven, you never saw him again. You now lived with your Aunt Mary and Uncle Ben, but you still missed your dad.

You didn't blame him though. Losing a soulmate was said to be the worst pain a human could face. You simply just wanted a proper goodbye before he left you high and dry.

"Patience is a virtue," Elizabeth chimed, picking up her apple to finish eating it.

"Whatever," You replied rolling your eyes. Both of your friends sighed, exchanging a look at your sorrowful face.

"Oh my god," You cried out in the middle of biology. You were now fifteen and have opted to stop looking in the corner of your eye. As your teacher continued to bore her lesson of the water properties, you decided to risk a look at your soulmate. What you saw made you want to throw up.

"What?! Y/n, why are you crying?" Elizabeth ran in front of you, as streams of cool rivers of water carved into your cheeks. You couldn't stand it. Not only was he twenty years older than you, he was blue with red eyes. Why had fate punished you so? What had you done to upset it?

"How do you stop it? I want to stop it Elizabeth," You begged, grasping at her hands. You couldn't draw your eyes away from your soulmate. All you could make out was a blurry image of blue and red hues swimming together.

"Stop what? You're not making sense," Elizabeth called out, her voice seems to be miles away from you. You clawed and scratched at your eyes, trying to make the image disappear. You couldn't see the creature's face, but the mental image was there.

"I don't want to see it anymore. My soulmate is some monster. Make it stop, please," You finally tore your eyes away from the blob of blue. You stared into Elizabeth's heartbroken eyes. You could see how much this was affecting you. You stopped to look around the room.