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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Bruce Banner had been making eyes at Natasha Romanoff the entire evening. She wasn't oblivious to it - to him - his eyes on her from across the room as she downed another shot with Clint, to him trying to spark conversation with her as she conversed with Maria. No, she was a spy, and spies noticed everything. She noticed how relaxed everyone was, their smiles and their laughter filling Stark Tower. She noticed how Maria and Sam shamelessly flirted while Pepper and Tony kissed every so often. She noticed the chandeliers twinkling above their heads, the waiters who brought out the food and the bartenders who poured their drinks. She noticed it all... that and how handsome Captain America looked in his blue, button-down and dress pants.
God, how she adored him.
It had been two weeks since they had buried Epic under the willow tree where she and Natasha used to swim. Steve had made a stunning gravestone and when Natasha didn't have time to lay down fresh flowers, he went to her grave, rain or shine. For two weeks, he had held her as she cried and kissed away her tears. For two weeks, he had assured her that it wasn't her fault - although, she would always believe that it was - and showed her just how much he had loved Epic and how much Natasha meant to him. In just two weeks, she had begun to question if love was more than a fairytale, if someone like her could actually love a man who gave her his world as they told one another the darkest parts of their pasts and their hopes for the future.
If she could love the man she was lying to.
"I just don't understand how you can sleep with him and not handcuff him to your bed so he can't leave... that means you share, right? Cause' I'll definitely handcuff to my bed!" Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster's assistant, winked at Natasha from over her wine glass as they talked about Steve.
A flare of jealousy sparked within her, her emerald eyes narrowing as she glared at Darcy. "I don't share." She snapped, scorning the thought of him in bed with another woman. She had already claimed him with hickeys and scratch marks down his back, with each moan she drew from him and each time she made him cum.
He was hers.
He was made for her, their soulmate mark on his ribcage for anyone to see that he was taken, even if he didn't know it yet. "Okay, I didn't mean to sound like that..." She sighed as surprise flashed across Darcy's face while Maria merely laughed beside her. It wasn't fair to anyone - especially Steve - to stake her claim over him.
"Girl, I don't blame you. Go get your man." Darcy smirked at Natasha, swiftly omitting the way she snapped at her.
She glanced back at Steve, seeing him talking with Thor from across the room. As if he felt her looking at him, their eyes met, and he took her breath away with a smile. Her soulmate mark flared with searing heat, and she turned back to Darcy as she set down her drink. "You should stick around." She told Darcy with a smirk before she began to make her way over to Steve as if she was drawn to him by an alluring force. Her heart began to race, and she felt butterflies in her stomach as if she was a giggly schoolgirl. Her heels clicked against the marble floors, and Maria said something to Darcy as she walked away, but she didn't notice anything else other than Steve as she held his captivating, azure gaze.
