So this is new to me, and I'll write it as best I can. I've never heard of a soothsayer until a comment asked me to write about it. Based on a quick Google search, it's someone who can foresee the future. So, with that being said, I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I apologize that this is so late. I've had a rather rough week, so updating was out of the question.
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Steve Rogers
You had seen it happen. You would call it a gift and a curse because it felt like both so often. You were pacing in front of the doors leading out to the helipad waiting for Steve. You were worried, and it was written clearly on your face and in your pacing. The men waiting outside of the door could see you, and you concerned them. They were young and inexperienced, which is what lead to your position right now. As you started to think about the vision you had seen, familiar voices echoed off of the walls. "You guys go ahead. I'll be there in a minute." Steve's innocent blue eyes met yours, and he could see your worry. "You know I'll come back, uninjured just for you." You pulled him with you into a nearby empty room. "Steve, you can't go onto that helicopter...this is going to sound crazy," You grabbed his hands. "Like the ravings of an overly concerned woman...but, that helicopter is going to crash." You could see in his eyes that he was processing what you said. . "Explain? Those men may be new, but they've been trained." You shook your head. "I can see a short distance into the future, Steve. I saw it crashing, and I saw you seriously hurt." You whispered, making a point to look into his eyes as you explained it to him. He didn't say anything for a moment. "You...saw it?" To his question, you nodded. "Well, I can call Fury and have him switch the pilots. Do you think that will help?" When he made the suggestion, you were bombarded with the answer. You squeezed his hands while you watched the visions pass your eyes. "Yes..." You said in an exhausted huff. "Have someone watch your back and don't trust their suggestion." He didn't have any idea what you meant, but from the look on your face, he trusted it. "I'll have the men changed. Go get some rest, Princess." With a quick kiss, he left you alone in the room. You weren't really sure if he believed you or not, but it seemed like it went better than you had anticipated.
Tony Stark
How you were going to explain this concern to Tony was a great question. You had seen the outcome of his...small, experiment. It wasn't going to end well for anyone. He was going to get hurt, Bruce was going to go on a rampage, and innocent people will die as a result. So, here you sat, waiting for Tony to come into the lab. You were spinning the chair, back and forth, when he opened the door. Loud and flamboyant as always. "Hey, Sweetcheeks." His eyes lit up when he noticed you sitting beside his desk. "You're here early." He kissed you, and you sighed. "I know, I need to talk to you." The worry in his eyes made you sad. "Don't worry. It isn't about us but about the things you have planned for today." He sighed, relieved. "What about it?" He started setting up the necessities, and you grabbed his wrist. "Tony, this is serious." One look into your eyes, and he stopped. "Okay, then..." He sat in his swivel chair, facing you. "What's the problem?" You felt familiar anxiety knawing at your stomach. "This...experiment, isn't a good idea. You can't do this today. You need to do more research, I just..." You huffed. "I can see it going wrong, Tony." This piqued his interest. "Not in a worried way, either, Tony. I can see what happens. I can see a short distance into the future, and this is going to end badly." The grip you had on his hands loosened until yours fell into your lap. "Right..." He spent a long time silently in front of you, and you kept your eyes on your lap. "Okay. You've never let me down before, and I've never had a reason to doubt you. I'll trust you and explain things to Bruce. Later, though, you and I can talk about this." Your eyes met his, shocked, and his eyes were kind and understanding. "Thank you for trusting me. I'll see you later tonight."
Bruce Banner
In the time you had known Bruce, there had been so many things you had been worried about. He was understanding. Though you had never fully explained how you knew the things that you warned him about. Today though, you needed to warn him about the experiment he was going to do with Tony. The only way to do that was to explain to him that you could see it. You were anxious about it too. It wasn't that he wouldn't believe you. It was the idea of having to tell him the full truth that made you so nervous. You were sitting in the living room waiting for Bruce to come back in from the kitchen. "Are you alright?" His sudden voice made you clutch your chest in fear. "Oh! I must have spaced out. I'm sorry." His eyes on you made you shift uncomfortably. "I need to talk to you, and yes, it's serious." You finally spoke up as he sat beside you on the couch. "Okay, I'll let Tony know I may be a little late." You nodded as he sent the text, watching his fingers type. "All done, now, you can talk to me without worrying about Tony." You sighed. It was now or never. "You can't do that experiment. It's going to blow up, and all of you are going to get hurt. Not to mention, once the other guy shows up...people are going to die." You couldn't meet his eyes right now. "I can see it, Bruce. I can see it going wrong, and I can feel all of the pain...Please, convince Tony to do some more research first." He was quiet for a short while, and you watched his side profile. "I don't understand it, but I'm sure you will explain more in detail later on. For now, I believe you. If I didn't work for The Avengers and see all of the things I have...I would probably assume that you were crazy, but I trust you. I will talk with Tony and convince him to do some more research, okay?" He finally turned to you, and you nodded. You were beyond relieved. "I'll explain things in better detail when you get home tonight. I love you, be careful." He nodded and kissed your forehead, leaving you in silence and peace.
Thor Odinson
Thor was often perceived as hardheaded, and it wasn't entirely incorrect to assume this. He often tended to be, but he was quite smart and cunning. So, trying to convince him not to do something he had planned was a rather difficult task. It took a special person to get him to say okay and to change his decision, and you were that person. Right now, you were pacing the garden balcony. You came here to think and to clear your mind when things became overwhelming. Everyone knew this. "Milady, what has you so concerned that you pace so aggressively?" Thor's voice was the last one you wanted to hear right now. Not because he was unwelcome, but because you still hadn't come up with a solution. You stopped your pacing when he had called out to you, but you did not face him. "Would you give me a few moments of your time before you leave, Thor?" You heard his footsteps walk to your right side and stop. "Of course, Love." You let a small smile creep onto your face before it fell. "You can't leave. Not today, not right now. I, I'm not sure how exactly to explain this to you, but you cannot leave." You watched as birds flew off from the perch above you. "When you leave, if you decide to do so," You turned to face him. "People will die, and you will be at fault. Not only will you be faulted, but you will come home hurt in more than one way. If you go today, the enemy has planned for it. If you leave in the morrow, they will be caught off guard." You explained. He stood in silence, taking in your words. "I can foresee it, Thor. I have the gift of sight and can see it happen." You had grabbed his hand as you explained this to him. He remained silent, clearly contemplating what you had told him. The decision rested on him, and you both knew this. "I do not often postpone battle plans, so, that being said, I will heed your advice and your warnings. You have yet to misguide me, and I trust you with my entire being. I will let my warriors know of the change, and I will meet you back here once I have." He kissed your forehead. "Wait for me here. I wish to know more of your gift and enjoy more of your company while we speak." You saw a small smirk on his lips, and you smiled, watching him leave.
Loki Laufeyson
Explaining things to Loki was easy because you were quite a blunt person, while he liked to make it a game. There was one thing that you didn't tell Loki, though. You could see into the future, not a long-distance off, but enough. That is where your dilemma started, and now you were panic pacing the gardens stuck in your head. You were replaying the scenarios in your head to the point where you had a migraine, but you were unable to stop. You had seen his body lifeless and cold laying on the ground. It was haunting your mind, and it was causing your great pain. So, you had called for him. Through the grapevine of people the message went through, he finally came to your meeting spot. "Hello, Love, I was called to you in desperation. Whatever is the matter? It must be important for so many to tell me to meet you." Loki's voice both calmed you and panicked you. You couldn't resist and gave him a tight hug. It offered you comfort and the confidence to know he was still breathing. "Yes, yes, it is important." You managed out the words while many stayed stuck in your throat. "I am unsure how to explain this to you...I am not often at a loss for words." This made him pause because you were right, and he had not seen you this way. "Then explain it to me as simply as possible. Do not put in fancy words or worry." He whispered, and you nodded. "I can see the future. The distance is short, but the visions are vivid and disturbing. You will die if you leave here tonight, Loki. That is what I saw, and that is why I called for you." Your heart was beating fast and hard against your ribs as you finished speaking. "Will I? Hm, then I suppose I will not go." He had seen and experienced much in his long life. This was not the strangest thing he had learned in that time. "I...why have you taken it so well?" You were baffled, and he placed his hand on your head. "My wondrous beauty, this is not the strangest thing I have been told, or I have even seen in my life. If you have seen it, then I will believe you, and I will take heed your warning and not leave." You nodded, and his green eyes twinkled with mischief. A sight you had grown to enjoy. "In light of the change of plans...I would like for you to aid me with something." He whispered. "Would you?" His hand now outstretched, you took it.
Clint Barton
You tried to keep yourself transparent for Clint. It kept the street of communication between the two of you open and easy. There was one thing that you had kept from him, though, and you were unsure how to tell him. You couldn't help the feelings of anxiety running through you. It plagued your mind and kept you distracted. "What's got you so distracted today?" Clint's voice startled you. "I, um," You hesitated. "Actually, I need to talk with you. Alone." You admitted, and his jovial attitude quickly shifted. "Alright, let's get out of here then." He offered you his hand, and together you two walked out of the gym. The walk home was quiet but filled with anxiety and nervousness. Finally, sitting down on the plush couch, this was it. You had to tell him. "I don't know how to tell you, so I'm just going to throw it all out there and let you decide where to go from there. Okay?" You said, and he nodded. His eyes were worried, but he was patient with you. With a deep breath, you started to talk. "I can see the future, Clint. I can't see far, and it isn't always detailed, but it always gives me headaches. I've been debating for a while on how to tell you, and I decided that this is the best way. I don't want to tell you before something bad could happen, or over something small." Your hands fiddled with the fabric of your shirt as you talked. "So...?" You whispered, waiting for his response. "Not the weirdest thing I've heard. It's actually pretty cool. Do you think you could counteract Wanda? That'd be pretty amazing." You laughed. Everything you had been worrying over was for nothing. He was hardly concerned, and it made your night much better afterward.
James "Bucky" Barnes
You paced, and you panicked. Bucky had been through so much, and you didn't want to make it worse. This was something you couldn't avoid, though. The visions you had seen and the pain you felt made that much clear to you. You had to talk with him, and it had to be soon. He was leaving with Steve soon, and you had to get to him before they left. You rushed up to a guard and asked where they were. When he refused to tell you, he received an earful before you knocked him out. When Bucky's safety was in jeopardy, no one was going to get in your way. You made that clear to two more guards and the backup they called for. You were small, but you were not weak. "Steven!" You shouted at the tall blond who had his back to you. "Where is Bucky? I need to speak with him before you two leave." You huffed, finally catching your breath. "Me? Let me talk to her, Steve. I'll be out soon." Before Steve was even able to answer, you pulled Bucky into an empty hallway near the exit he was headed for. "You can't leave..." You said. A sudden wave of nervousness overwhelmed you. "What are you talking about, Doll? We planned this for weeks. We need to leave." You grabbed his right hand and squeezed it as you explained. "I know you have, but this is about your safety. This mission, this outing is going to have the both of you end up seriously hurt." You said. "I can see it. I see the outcome of this mission, and it ends badly. Neither of you leave without serious injuries, and you don't get the information you need either. Please...I know I sound crazy, but you have to trust me." You met his steel-blue eyes, trying to emote the seriousness of what you told him through your own. "How do I tell Steve? I don't understand, but I believe you, and I want to trust you." You let out a harsh breath. "You're his best friend, and I trust the both of you so you can tell him. I want to know that you won't leave today. Keep planning and go another time, but not right now." You felt him squeeze your hand, a gesture he did to reassure you. "We won't. You stay here, and I'll be back soon."
Sam Wilson
Sam was an incredibly understanding man, so telling him anything came easy for anyone who knew him. Did the prospect of telling him this make it easier? No, not really. The nervousness and anxiety came naturally at the thought. You had accompanied him to the gym, where he loved to practice and joke around when using his wings. It was something you both enjoyed after a long week or when things got to be stressful. Today wasn't as easy for you. What you had seen wasn't necessarily the worst you had ever seen, but it was still hard. "Are you okay?" Sam's voice broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head. "No. Actually, Sam, I want to talk to you." You said, and he sat next to you. "Sure, we can. The gym's empty. Wanna talk here?" He gave you a friendly smile, one that helped relax your nerves. "You remember how I can tell you something, and then it happens?" You asked, and he nodded. "That's because I can see it happen before it does. I can foresee the future. I've been out of it because of what I saw earlier. I read that it happened on an online news article before you came in. It's been hard on me lately." He took a brief moment to think about what you told him before he pulled you into an awkward, angled hug. "I can't imagine having to deal with something that life-changing. I'm not surprised, and I'm not going to have you tell me all of the details. You'll do that when you feel you're ready." He kissed your temple. "Do you want to sit here and talk today instead of using my gear?" He asked, and you were grateful for him. "You know what, that actually sounds quite nice." You smiled as he went into a story about the things he had seen earlier. There was no other person who made you feel so welcomed and loved as Sam does.