Those first words (Continued on other account, read last chapter)

Pt 2

TIMELINE: After civil war and Tony and Bucky are good acquaintances now. Vision is not in a relationship with Wanda and Clint is not married. Also, Pietro didn't die!

I awoke to the sound of hushed arguments. 

"She can't be," "Well, Stark, It seems as if you are doubting your tattoo." "She's pretty. I wouldn't mind having her as my soulmate." "I probably scared her...Oh god I hope not." 

Then my eyes shot open and I gripped the bed sheets in horror, knuckles turning white. I backed up to the headboard, eyes darting across the room. I was in a white room with a huge window to my left and a stupid vase of poppies next to me on the bedside. Then I spotted them. There, in a clump, were 5 of my 9 'soulmates' in a circle not looking at me. I shuddered, afraid of being hurt. In all of the 5, one was a witch, one was a green monster, one was a badass assassin, one was a genius fuckboy, and the other was a 6' something experiment that turned into a popsicle. This was fucking terrifying and I felt the gears in my head start moving.

Almost as if on cue, all 5 of them looked at me in shock that I was awake. I felt sympathetic confusion, self hatred, fear, guilt, and desire. 

Confusion came from my "ignore them, they're just flirty" tattoo.

Fear oozed from my "I get it, I'm old" tattoo.

Guilt pouring from my "well well, look what you brought" tattoo.

And self hatred came from both "Oh my god, do you ever not hit on people" and "Krasivaya" tattoo.

The weirdest sensation was the feeling of desire that wafted from all of them. I felt my tattoos itch tremendously but my hands felt glued to the sheets.

"H-hey." The billionaire said, shame from doubting his soulmate coated his deep smooth voice. I gulped. 

"Hey," I croaked out. They all walked slowly towards the bed to not startle me, yet I started shaking in a cold sweat. The redhead with no accent sat next to me on the bed to the right. Bruce sat on my left. Steve stood to the left and the cute ginger stood on my right. Tony stood right in front of me. He was the first to speak. "So, you're our soulmate?" He asked bluntly. I stared at him. Wasn't it obvious?  

"Yeah, I thought that was kind of explanatory..." I tried to sound confident and sarcastic but it ended up coming out as shaky. The ginger with the accent asked, "Are you okay?" Her eyes were glowing a deep crimson. I nodded suspiciously. 

'Wasn't this girl the one who wanted to kill the Avengers along with her speedy brother who almost died a year ago? Why is she on the same team as the Avengers?'

'Shut up' my mind yelled at me. 

As if she could read my mind, she said, "My name is Wanda Maximoff. I was...angry....at Stark for his weapons that killed my parents." She glanced at Tony awkwardly. He hung his head a little. "But, Pietro, my brother and I, we realized that it wasn't Tony's fault; that his weapons were used against him. So we forgave. We can't forget...but we don't want to hurt anyone anymore." She explained, tears in her beautiful eyes. Wait what? Did I just say 'beautiful eyes'? Well look at me...I'm a lesbian now. Fucking fantastic. 

"Wanda," The tall gorgeous man with blue eyes spoke to the girl in a warning voice. "I thought we said no mind reading." She gave him a sheepish smile and then looked to me. "My apologies." I nodded but I had no clue what she was apologizing for. Mind reading? 

Then a loud bang was heard from inside the walls. A deep groan echoed around the room. "Clint?" Tony yelled. "Are you okay?" 

Wait what? 

"Mmhm!" A pained hum came from the vent. What the fuck? Then a head poked out of the vent. He had dirty blonde "Sorry, I was listening through the vents...you guys found your soulmate?" I let out a breathy laugh, face flushed. Another one. 6 out of 9. His eyes averted to me. "Oh hello, are you their soulmate?" 

"Yes, I am their soulmate and apparently you are mine." I stated fidgeting slightly. His jaw dropped open, eyes wide as he pointed at me, "Y-you just said..." 

I gave him an apologetic frown. 'Sorry if i'm not what you were expecting. I know I'm pretty disappointing,' I thought sadly. 

Wanda frowned at me, "Don't ever think that, Y/N. It's very much untrue." 

I blinked, "I didn't say anything. Wait, did I just say that out loud?" Talk about embarrassing-

She blushed a deep red. "No, no. You're fine. I was gifted with telekinesis. I am able to read minds. I did a lot of it  before I joined the Avengers. Although, it's been a hard habit to break." She shook her head, I felt a little bit of second handed embarrassment coming from my right shoulder. The dirty blonde was still in shock. "Hey, I'm Blint. Wait NO! I'm Clint Carton. OH MY GOD! DAMNIT!" I felt frustration tingle from my right wrist. 

"What Katniss is trying to say, is that his name is Clint Barton. But maybe you should start calling him Blint." Tony sneered. 

I smiled at him making Tony's face lit up, and I felt pride trickle from my right hipbone. I inhaled sharply thinking about the last 3 people I needed to find. 

It's been a long day and I just want to sleep...

"Can you all please say your names? I've seen you on the news and all, but..." I trailed off not knowing how to phrase it. 

Everyone went around saying their names when I heard Wanda say, "Come here, Pietro, I want you to meet our soulmate, Y/N!" 

I turned my head towards the door, and there I met beautiful blue eyes. A tall, athletic looking man with salt and pepper hair was panting and sweat ran down his face. He was wearing a blue long sleeved athletic shirt and black joggers. He gave me a cute smile and waved at me. I blushed, lowering my eyes. Damn this man is really pretty. 

Oh shit I forgot Wanda can read minds-

Eyes shooting up in a slight panic, I watched Wandas eyes glowing bright crimson again and she was smiling knowingly at her brother. Then she winked at me. Pietro's face burned red and he bit his bottom lip nervously as he looked from Wanda to me. Were they talking about me in their minds? Not cool!

Then his lips turned into a sexy smirk and he looked me up and down. My left hip bone started to itch and I froze, a cold sweat breaking out across my spine. "I'm calling you Prinsesca, Y/N." Pietro purred. Oh shit. 7 out of 9.