#and the soulmate universe algorithm doesn’t know what to do with him

[ninyard]

kevin wouldn’t survive in a soulmate universe. he’d have names all over him and colours everywhere and he’d be hearing the thoughts of a million suckers

[neptoons1998]

A/N: So I changed my mind about the Hanahaki disease. It’s going to be multi-Soulmate AU.

Summary: Margo realized that her soulmate isn't her soulmate, but she willing to help him. even if he isn't hers

Tag Gang: @mal-urameshi @s0lam3y @misschivious @somethingcleaverandwhitty

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Margo thought for sure Miles was her soulmate. They clicked so well, both of their spider-sense going off at the same time and everything, and yet Miles’ soulmate was Gwen. She saw it when he wasn’t paying attention, to say her heart was broken would be an understatement.  

She had the proof on her left wrist! Margo bit her lip as she touched the sharp humps for the letter M and the lop-sided dot for the letter I.  

Margo being too distracted didn’t realize when Miles started up the “Go Home” machine. Even if Miles doesn’t love her, she couldn’t let Miguel go all crazy on him, so she decided to let him go. Pretending she was too focused on shutting off the machine when the machine let Miles go. 

Margo closed her eyes hoping he would get home just in time to save his father. That’s the least Margo could hope for Miles. 

Margo’s stomach twisted when Miguel in all in his rage sent Gwen home. Margo knew deep down she would have to pick a side, to disrupt the cannon or not. A part of her was like Miguel the algorithm doesn’t lie. She could sometimes see her close friend’s final moments before she became pixelated, which meant she was dead in cyberspace and in real life. As sick and twisted as it sounds without her close friend’s death she probably would’ve been bitten by the spider to be spider-woman. Logically Miguel, Layla, and the rest of HQ are correct in order to be a spider-person you have to be willing to do the unlimited sacrifice.

But the other part of her, her heart knew Miles is on to something. How can the universe ask that from one person? Not only it’s unfair and unjust, but downright cruel. Everyone else can have a happy ending but spider-people what kind of life is that? Before Margo could down that rabbit hole her ears perked up as she turned her head she saw a portal opening. It was different with its flashy colors and ripped newspaper clippings. There stood Gwen with her wide ocean-blue eyes looking at her. 

Margo quickly turn her head around to make sure Layla wasn’t here to witness this, “H-how are you back?”

“I’ll explain that later. But right now Miles is in trouble, please help up,” Gwen whispered out to her. Margo's guilt was running deeper how could she let him go to a whole different universe and now he’s hurt and alone, “I know you let him go on purpose because you care about Miles deeply and he needs our help.” 

The beat of silence passed between the two teens. Margo opens up her watch, “We’re going to need more watches. Once Miguel finds out what we are doing he’s going to throw a fit.”

Gwen gave a kind smile, “I think I know a place where you can work on that.”

The pair quickly went into the portal. 

[spookypotato]

Happy Birthday @marauderss-hp!

I hope you have a fantastic day! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 Best wishes!

I hope you like this, as I couldn't get you a real gift, I made this.

This is also a small sorry or make up for yesterday

Perfect Difficulties

9th of march, 11.45 pm

"Hey", it came from the darkness of their dormitory, "can't sleep?"

It was Sirius voice.

"No", Remus groaned, almost loud enough to wake the others. "I just- what if I don't get one? I'm a werewolf we're not meant to have soulmates."

Remus could hear the other boy moving. "If you don't, then you don't." He could hear the blanket being thrown over the bed, bare feet touching the floor. "Doesn't mean you'll ever be alone, dont get your hopes up now, Moony." Steps connecting Sirius bed and his. He could hear and see now, his drapes being slid open. "Although I am pretty sure, people would actually kill to be with a beautiful," Sirius was sitting on his bed now. "smart," he looked back and Remus moved to the edge of the bed. "mischievous", moving the blanket he slid underneath it, next to Remus, muttering a silencing charm to not disturb the others with their conversation. "wonderful werewolf like you.", Sirius moved and just hugged Remus under the blankets.

He felt a bit better now. He felt the worry leave his body, even for just a few seconds. He felt almost relaxed.

His friend didn't let go and Remus was glad about it. He knew as soon as he moved, the dread would seep back into him.

"When did you get yours again?", he asked, still intervened with his friend.

"My birthday, my birth time. Do you even know yours?"

"5.37 am"

"Want to wait it out, or look at it in the morning?"

Remus would have said, that he didn't think he would be able to sleep with all the adrenaline in him. That he was too nervous. All the doubts and fears, everything that could go wrong, he had imagined. But somehow, Sirius tight hug, the feeling that no matter if his fear came true, he would at least still have his friends, he felt tired.

"I'll look at it in the morning. It'll be fine.", he said more to himself, than to Sirius, a yawn following a few seconds after.

Sirius didn't move away. He didnt go back to his bed and Remus was thankful for that. He could use the comfort. He even felt the others arms tighten a bit around his body as he heard a whispered, "I will be fine. Good night, Moony."

He could only manage a soft noise in response, before he fell asleep.

~

10th of march, 5.30 am

Remus was sitting in his bed. Next to him, there was Sirius, on his stomach, face turned in his direction. For all Remus knew, the boy could be a ancient Greek sculpture. He didnt move, and his aristocratic features could certainly belong to some kind of god.

Remus moved his eyes from his friends sleeping form, back to the problem at hand. Literally.

On his wrist, there were letters. Remus didn't know why they were already there. Sirius had told him, they would appear at his birth time. On his birthday. Well, they were here now. He guessed it could have something to do with the werewolf parts of him, maybe they had messed up the process. He just hoped they hadnt messed anything else up.

"I have a soulmate.", he whispered to himself, careful not to wake anyone. He couldn't believe it. He had a soulmate.

His eyes were transfixed on his wrist. He could see each white lines, forming white letters, forming a sentence. The first sentence his soulmate would say to him, after it appeared.

"Do you even know yours?"

Yes, that didnt really give away any characteristics, nor was it a compliment to him, like he had heard a lot of people get, but it was a sentence from his soulmate. His existing soulmate.

He imagined, what it would be like, to meet them. He thought about the context in which such a sentence would make sense.

"Hello, excuse me could I maybe borrow your phone? I really need to call my friend, it's an emergency. -shit, nevermind I can't remember his number."

"Do you even know yours?"

"Smooth move, stranger.", Remus thought to himself, shaking his head. This was ridiculous.

"HeLLo, StRanGeR! I might be a tiny bit drunk, but could I have your address so we can take this somewhere else?"

"Do you even know yours?"

Wow, yeah hopefully that's not how it goes.

He was shaken out of his thoughts, by the sleeping form next to him moving. "So he was alive", Remus whispered in Sirius direction.

"Happy birthday. Time?", was Sirius simple reply, but even though it was only a few words, Remus could hear the roughness in his voice from sleeping even then.

He cast a tempus charm and stated, "Thank you, and 6.25 am"

"Shit", Sirius scrambled up, which almost threw Remus of the bed in his surprise. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. So?", he asked clearly excited, glancing at Remus, his eyes flickering to his wrist.

"Calm down.", he said to himself as much as to Sirius, as the other boys excitement brought his own back.

"You got one right?"

"Yes." A smirk was forming on his lips.

Sirius mirrored his expression. "Come on, don't leave me hanging, describe it!"

"Alright, alright.", Remus laughed, a bit overwhelmed by his friends enthusiasm as always. "So it's right here", he drew a line over the words and Sirius' eyes followed his finger. "and it's a cursive handwriting, very neat, a bit less than yours, but it looks nice. And it looks almost like a scar on my arm, so I fits with-"

"What?!", Sirius interruped him. "So it's not red?!"

"No? Is it supposed to be? My dad told me his is white.", he added as if to explain himself.

"It-", Sirius broke of. He looked like a mix of happiness and confusion, hesitation and determination. "Remus, it only turns from red to white, once you've heard the words. Once you know it's your soulmate, the person you'll spend the rest of your life with."

Remus was confused. Why hadn't he known the words weren't supposed to be white yet.

"Soulmarks will appear on your wrist, the day of your birth, at the time of your birth. They will turn white, once your soulmate has said the words on your skin, as the first ones directed at you, after your mark has appeared.", Sirius explained further.

"I-, I haven't talked to anyone since then. I was sleeping.", the fears crept back into his mind. Maybe it was broken. Maybe it was just there to taunt him. See what you could have had? Creatures dont get soulmates. It wasnt supposed to be. It was just a mistake in the algorithm of the universe. The words were never meant to appear. Nobody would say them. Nobody would speak those words to him.

"What does it say?", he heard a very quiet, very hesitant voice from his side.

No use to keep them s secret now, since there isn't actually a real soulmate to say those words.

"Do you even know yours?"

"Off course I do. There on my wrist, I could read them to you right now." He moved his arm out from under the blanket and read, obviously not noticing Remus disstress to be understood nor the confusion about Sirius just reading his words out loud. No one was supposed to know until the words were said and Remus was fairly sure there was no soulmate Sirius spent tim with behind their backs.

Sirius looked Remus in the eyes, which flickered back to his wrist quickly after their eyes had locked.

He read, "No, saying 'It's my birthday' won't get you into less detention for a prank."

Remus was frozen.

"Always the voice of reason, Moony.", Sirius replied smugly.

"You- You? You knew?"

"Could you sound any less enthusiastic?", Sirius voice almost sounded disappointed.

"No! No, Padfoot, I'm not. I'm just confused.", Remus told him, his hand brushing against the back of his friends. "The first words you said to me today were 'Happy Birthday.'. It doesn't make sense."

And then Remus remembered. Almost midnight in the dormitory. Arms tight around him, comforting him. Whispering voices.

"When did you get yours again?"

"My birthday, my birth time. Do you even know yours?"

"5.37 am"

And as it all came together, he felt - happy. Truley happy. Sirius was his soulmate. He looked at the boy next to him. Aware of their closeness now. He had never felt more comfortable. He took his friends hand, that he had been brushing against since they had woken up. Pressing a soft kiss to the others knuckles, he told him, "If I had been able to choose a soulmate, I couldn't have made a better choice than you." And it was true. He couldnt believe his luck. For the first time, he was happy about how the universe had led his life, right to this moment, in the arms of this incredible boy. His soulmate.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 8

(Master post)

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“I have finished investigating the app as you requested.” The dark haired assistant spoke as she addressed her boss.

“Good. Don't spare any of the details.” Gabriel stated as he looked up from his tablet.

“According to the articles I have found, the app known as ‘Soulmate Searcher’ uses a theorem developed by a team of Psychology graduates from several renown universities that had been studying emotional chemistry and relationships to shape its compatibility algorithm. The team is led by Professor Galevant Nomadoff, who wrote his thesis on the proposed theorem that...”

“Focus on the information about the app itself, no one cares about the people who made it.” Gabriel stated, agitated by the unnecessary information. 

Nathalie nodded and swiped past a few pages on her tablet before continuing.

“The app was created around two years ago and grew in popularity making it the number one matchmaking App in America. It really took off within the last 6 months after it was used in a reality show known as ‘Wed at first glance’” Nathalie began to explain. “The app became a major success once the show demonstrated how accurate the app was with its compatibility matches and just recently made a deal to create servers on an international level. Speculation on how much the app is worth put it in...”

“People take this app as some grand decider of who they should be with? Sounds like a bunch of nonsense.” Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Hundreds of studies on the app find that people who use it are 10x more likely to remain in a relationship after 6 months with individuals they were deemed compatible with, and adults from ages 21 to 35 have their chances of being engaged increase by 50%. I was able to find several reports even showing successful marriages, but that only includes the first year so the jury is out regarding the long term effect of the app.” Nathalie answered.

Gabriel considered the information, It seems that users that accept the results seem to end up happier then before, however this did leave a disconnect with people that hated the app. Miss Rossi showed to be a prime example of one of those individuals.

“Miss Rossi mentioned that Adrien had one of these accounts. Can you confirm if her statement is true?”

“I have come across several dozen cases of teenage girls and boys claiming to have high compatibility with Adrien. However similar claims regarding Jagged stone and Clara Nightingale have also been on the rise. The amount of truth to any of these claims is negligible and with high probability fabricated.” Nathalie answered. “I did check the online monitoring software that we have installed in Adrien’s phone, unfortunately that only covers his browser history on his computer and not phone applications.”

Gabriel considered the information. He had an idea.

“Contact the news station that is having the interview with Adrien, let them know that if they are willing to pay double the booking fee they will be allowed to ask more personal questions, excluding questions regarding family life.” Gabriel instructed.

“Considered it done.” Nathalie began to head out before stopping.

“Adrien requested to bring someone with him during his interview.”

Gabriel did not react.

“Who did he request?” Gabriel questioned his tone giving no indication of whether he was for or against the idea.

“He told me this morning he wanted to bring Ms. Dupain-Cheng. The designer of that hat that Audrey was a fan of.” Nathalie explained.

Gabriel smiled slightly.

“That is not an issue, she may attend.” Gabriel replied before going back into his work.

“I will inform him of your generosity. Thank you”

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“Tomorrow is the big day!” an excited red head exclaimed to her friend. “Adrien is going to be on TV! And this time it is an interview special.”

The girl was around Adrien’s age, she had freckles and was wearing an��‘Adrien is life’ T-shirt with the blond model’s face on it. She was wearing over it a Gabriel brand button up shirt reminiscent of one Adrien usually wore. Next to her was a girl bit shorter then her but with long black hair that was tied in a braid. She work a plain black tee, with a small button that had a shield on it with the word ‘Adri-knight’ on it.

“Easy there Vi...” The black haired girl caught a glare from the red head before correcting herself. “Adrienne. It is just an interview. He has done interviews before.”

“JUST an Interview?! It is 22 minutes of pure Adrien goodness without him having to share air time with those lesser individuals!” Adrienne snapped. “As the President of the number one Adrien Fan club, the Adri-knights, it is my duty that this moment be viewed in the best viewing party I can provide. Just you wait, it will be spectacular. Now if you excuse me Maggie, I have a party to prep.”

Adrienne triumphantly marched away from her friend as she went off to do something in regards to the viewing party.

“I sure miss when Wayhem was co-president.” Maggie commented. “Vivienne has clearly gone Adri-crazy.”

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“Don't you think that this might be a bit much?” The designer inquired nervously.

“Trust me girl, if we want to be ready tomorrow, we need to decide what you are going with tonight.” Alya answered. “Then tomorrow, we will fix you up just like we did here. It will be a nice surprise just when he isn't expecting it.”

Alya also needed to make sure she could focus on her ‘other’ plan tomorrow. She was going to confront Lila about her little stunt. Alya didn't want to bring Marinette into this little event, because she didn't want her to worry or be preoccupied thinking about Lila when she should be enjoying herself. The other reason being in case this somehow was all blown out of proportion, ‘innocent until proven guilty’. Alya swore that after it was over she would tell Marinette all about it. But for now, Alya wanted Marinette to have fun.

Alya, smiled as Marinette was put into her own desk chair by Myléne, Juleka and Rose before they began working on her ‘Look’ for tomorrow.

“We want to make sure you look great for tomorrow.” The dreadlocked styled blonde teen exclaimed as she was working on Marinette’s hair.

“It also counts as a thank you for those shirts you worked on.” The purple tipped hair teen answered as she was working on Marinette’s make up.

“You are going to get your dream guy and we want to make sure you do.” The sweet blue-eyed blonde assured.

“Myléne, Juleka, Rose, Thank you.” Marinette was touched by her friends’ desire to help her.

She felt lucky to have a group of friends like them on her side.

“But wait, where is Alix?” Marinette inquired.

“She is picking up something for me that I know will help.” The ladyblogger assured. “But more importantly, what were you planning on wearing?”

“Adrien did say I didn't need to overthink it...”

“Come on girl! You are a fashion designer, and a damn good one. Surely you have something that will dazzle that blond.” Alya chided. 

“Well, I have been busy with commissions to work on stuff for me. Though there was one thing in the closet I used myself as a model for.” Marinette responded a bit nervously. 

Alya moved to the closet. Pushing back some of the girls other clothes to see what she was referring to. A massive grin across her face.

“Don't you dare.” Marinette stated with a glance that looked like she would murder Alya and her face puffed up from embarrassment.

“This will work. You could say its Purrfect.” Alya replied with a sneaky smile. “That poor boy will go Cat-a-tonic.”

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“And you are sure about confronting her? You don't have to do it if you both don't want to.” Adrien spoke as he was laying on his bed.

“Its fine dude, Alya and I talked about it. We are gonna talk with Lila tomorrow. My girlfriend told me she will investigate Lila thoroughly when she sees her, but at the moment... well right now she is with Marinette for.... anyway point is Alya and I are going to ask Lila about everything. You can follow up with us after.” Nino explained. “This isn't exactly something we can ignore, its got some bad vibes to it.”

“Alright, just be careful. Lila is very good at convincing people of things.” Adrien informed.

“Whether she is a liar or not we will find out tomorrow. Have a good night dude, and good luck on your date.” Nino concluded with a teasing tone that could be heard through his voice.

“Date!?” Adrien tried to respond but the call was ended.

“Why would he think bringing Marinette to the interview was a date?” Adrien asked aloud.

“Considering how you knew what he was referring to, I am pretty sure its a date.” Plagg commented.

Adrien wanted to deny what Plagg said, but he had given up trying to tell himself it wasn't a date. But he would not refer to it as such, Marinette probably wouldn't want to take it as a date. If she did, this was a pretty egotistical first date on his part. Taking a girl to watch a half an hour interview about himself.

“Marinette probably doesn't see it that way.” Adrien answered.

Plagg shrugged.

“I can't really say on her part. But I can say you Wish it was. Amazing what happens when you just admit you were crushing on the bakery girl thats been going on for a while.”

Adrien ignores the cat and walks into his bathroom. 

He felt himself get nervous for tomorrow. He knows he shouldn't be nervous, he has had interviews done before. He’s had Marinette show up to events he was participating in, this shouldn't be a big deal. He dragged her around in her pajamas halfway across Paris just so he could watch a movie with his mom in it for Kwami’s sake. The fact that she doesn't hate him for that shows how sweet of a person she is.

He splashed his face to help him snap out of his funk.

Tomorrow will be fine. Marinette will have a good time. I get to do the interview, have a few laughs, and then finished. Marinette gets to see what its like, maybe even gets to meet some more celebrities and network. That would be good for her.

Adrien walked out of the bathroom now calmer.

Nathalie informed him that his father approved of his choice of guest and that he should dress up a bit nicer then normal, fashionable yet comfortable. He decides to put on outfit he wore for the previous cologne ad that his father had him model for. As for the comfort, that scarf his father got for his birthday would be perfect, plus a good conversation piece if he needed to talk about some good points about his father. He goes to the drawer he carefully had it tucked away in. He wrapped it around his neck and felt comfortable. The fabric was soft and it seemed to exude comfort. His hand tracing the inside of the scarf. Something felt familiar...

“The stitch work on this... I have felt it before.” Adrien spoke aloud.

Plagg had been laying on his pillow napping when the model’s words roused him from his nap.

“Oh now you want to talk? Just when I was almost asleep.” Plagg grouchily responded.

Adrien went over to his winter clothes and began sorting through a drawer until he pulled out the Santa hat he had got for Christmas. The nice old Santa had given his hat back to him after the Christmas dinner, he had found out at the party that someone had given it to Adrien as a Christmas gift and said he should keep it.

Adrien moved his fingers across the stitching. He noticed the embroidery in the hat, that also exuded a similar warmth to the scarf. But the scarf didn't have the same embroidery, but the stitch work was identical.

“It couldn't be... could it? There is no embroidery on the scarf but the stitching, the fabric, the feeling... Its Marinette’s”

‘Every design a designer makes is a fingerprint. There is something that makes the design uniquely theirs, something that no one could truly replicate.’ Those were the words his father once said to him describing how he knew Marinette’s hat was the original even before she showed the embroidery. And the mark, the feeling was as clear as day. This hat and this scarf were made by the same person.

“Marinette made this scarf.” Adrien realized.

Plagg looked at the blond in disbelief.

He can figure this out but can't figure out that Marinette wrote the letter?! Fu... I am sorry about the fucking dinosaurs! But I don't deserve to deal with this.

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[mcuamerica]

Multiverse of Love (One)

Summary: A world in which soulmates are each other on other earths, Peter just happens to meet his while fighting crime.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Far From Home spoilers, Endgame spoilers, some swearing, mentions of violence, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff

Words: 2410

A/N: In this fic, Petra is the girl version Peter Parker (but doesn’t look like the Peter Parker we know because I don’t want to exclude anyone). So, just imagine yourself as Spider-Girl in this fic as well as yourself. If you want to be added to the taglist for this series, click here.

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*454-Saturday*

She was fighting her villain. It was normal, Green Goblin chasing after her to achieve something that she never would. She would stop her before that could happen. And then, she ended up in her apartment. For a minute she thought that it was just because she was swinging her usual way home and her muscle memory swung her home. Then, she looked around the room and saw that the poster on the wall that said Isaac Newton rather than Isabella Newton. 

She stopped and looked around, confused as to why someone would switch out her favorite poster. “Uncle Mark?” She called out, looking around to see her Iron Spider Suit in the corner by the door. At least that didn’t change. She looked out the window and couldn’t see Green Goblin anywhere. She shut the window slowly and looked into her closet, all of the clothes looking a little bit bigger than usual. 

*616-Saturday*

She jumped when she heard a bang come from the window, surprised that her Spidey Sense didn’t warn her. Her eyes widened and she saw another person in a Spider-Girl suit slide the window up. “Woah! Stop, you can’t come in here.” She said, shooting a web so the person couldn’t get in. 

“Hey! What are you doing in my apartment- I mean- not my apartment- what are you doing here? Peter- Peter isn’t Spider-Man.” The person said, making the girl laugh. 

“You mean Spider-Girl? I don’t care about Peter, I just care that you’re trying to get into my apartment. This little fan-boy thing isn’t going to work. I’m not opening up my window.” She said, crossing her arms. 

“Spider… Spider-Girl? That’s not a thing.” He said and shook his head. The girl narrowed her eyes, walking over to the window. She opened it and then shut it, looking at the boy dressed in a suit very similar to her own. 

“You think I’m going to be tricked into taking off my mask, you’re wrong.” She said, placing her hands on her hips. “So don’t dressing up like this, it’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous? I know it’s dangerous, I’m Spider-Man!” The boy said, gesturing towards his suit. 

The girl scoffed, “I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been… I don’t know.. Stalking me? I gotta say though, it’s a good costume. You got the eyes and everything, is that Stark Tech?” She asked, 

“Don’t- Don’t mention him.” He said, shaking his head. “You don’t know the first thing about Tony Stark.” 

“Oh, you don’t think I knew her? She was my-” She stopped, furrowing her eyebrows. “Did you say him?” She asked. 

“Yeah- Tony Stark. He’s a- He was a hero. And you don’t even know how much he meant to me.” 

“Toni Stark is a woman.” The female superhero said, shaking her head. “She was a hero, I- I watched her die in front of me. So if this is some sort of a sick joke…”

“You’re telling me that Tony Stark was a woman? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He muttered, shaking his head. “You’re a girl… and you’re dressed as Spider-Man-”

“Spider-Girl,” She corrected. 

“And you think that Tony was a girl… You’re… No… No, the multiverse isn’t real.” He said, shaking his head. 

“You’re right. Mysteria said that she was from another earth, but she lied. It was all fake.” The girl said, mirroring the boy. The two superheroes realized what was happening at practically the same time. 

“You’re on my earth.” They said together, stepping away from each other. 

“No, no you’re on my earth. See? That poster in there says Issac Newton, and- and on this earth, Tony Stark was a man. And it wasn’t Mysteria, it was Mysterio.” He said. He slowly opened the window, pulling the girl in and shutting his blinds. “And I’m Peter Parker… I am Spider-Man.” He said, pulling off his mask. “And you’re…” 

“I’m Petra Parker.” The girl said, pulling off her own mask. “And I’m Spider-Girl.” She said, looking around the room. “This isn’t possible, the last time someone told me they were from a different earth I almost died. I trusted her, and I gave her the one thing Toni left for me and she used it to hurt hundreds of people. On top of that, she made the entire world-” 

“Think that you were Spider-Man… Putting all of your friends and family in danger.” Peter finished, eyes looking towards the floor. Petra looked at him and nodded, looking around the room again. 

“How- how did I even get here? I was being chased by Goblin and I landed here. In my… In your room. That doesn’t make sense.” She said, shaking her head. 

“Well, it may have something to do with the portals Fisk has been opening,” Peter said, throwing his mask on his bed. “But I haven’t been able to figure out how to stop it. It needs some sort of algorithm, but I can’t figure it out. And if he opens more portals, he’s going to bring more people from other worlds here. I thought they were just portals to different parts of space, but I guess I was really off.” He muttered, messing up his hair. “You don’t exactly look like the girl-version of me... I don’t get how you are me from a different earth.” He said, narrowing his eyes. 

“Well, I don’t get how I’m on another earth… If my body weren’t in its own universe wouldn’t it start to--” She crumbled to the ground, Peter immediately going towards her. “--react,” she muttered as she sat up with Peter’s help. “That answers that… So I’m on your earth, the question is how do I get back to my own?” She asked. 

“Well, Fisk’s building is the headquarters for the anomalies, so if we get you there we can get you back and then I can close the portals,” Peter said, glancing at her before looking back at his laptop. “But I could use some help with this algorithm first.” He said, grabbing his laptop to set in his lap. 

“Well now that you know it’s opening portals to other universes rather than space, you should be able to…”

Peter and Petra went on, pausing for a moment here and there to speak to each other about what having a multiverse means, then continued on to finish the algorithm. They worked twice as fast as they usually did alone, considering they had the same mind and worked off of each other well. 

“Well, seems like this will work now,” Peter said, pulling the flash drive out of his laptop. “I guess we need to head over to Fisk’s building then.” He said, standing up and grabbing what he thought was his mask. As soon as he put it on, he realized it didn’t fit and handed it to Petra. “This is uh.. This is yours.” He laughed awkwardly, grabbing his actual mask and slipping it on his head. “So, tell me about the Green Goblin. Was he… she trying to tear you apart?” He asked, hopping out onto the fire espace. 

“Yeah, she was making this serum and I couldn’t let her do that, so I took it and dropped the only sample she had off the Empire State,” Petra explained as she latched her web onto a building, pulling back on it and swinging towards it. Peter followed her before leading her towards the building, even though she knew where it was she let him lead the way.  

“Jeez, I didn’t think someone could get greedier than Wilma Fisk… Guess the male version of her likes to flaunt himself.” Petra said, swinging down to the building across from Fisk Tower.

“I thought everything was the same about our universes besides the gender?” Peter asked, looking up at the building.

“If that were true, we would look the same, Spidey. We don’t.” She said, looking around. “You know as well as I do, multiverses are, in theory, parallel universes with slight differences. You get enough differences, a whole other universe emerges.” Peter looked at her for a moment, processing what she had said. 

“I guess you’re right,” he told her, standing up. “Come on, the lab is on the 45th floor. We can enter from the window since they keep it open for ‘air’.” He shook his head. Petra knew the eye-roll that Peter gave as he quoted the last word because she did the same thing.

“Well, that sounds like something that gives us an easy way in, but sure.” She pointed out, glancing between Peter and the open window. “Fisk didn’t put in anti-Spidey windows yet?” She asked. 

“Wha- What are anti-Spidey windows?” Peter questioned, looking back at Petra. 

“Wilma put them in, my webs don’t stick to the windows anymore. And I even tried to consult Hulk on it, she couldn’t figure it out either.” Petra shook her head as she shrugged. “But if you don’t know about them, Fisk either just put them in or he is just an idiot...” 

“Probably both.” They said at the same time, stepping away from each other after. They had only known each other for a little over an hour but when things like this happened, it freaked both of them out. “That’s weird,” Peter said, Petra silently agreeing with him.  

“Come on, why don’t we try the top and go through the vents. The window seems suspicious to me.” She said, slinging a web to the top of the building. 

“Spidey-Sense?” He asked, following her lead with his web. They both landed on the building and climbed the extra feet. Petra stood up and walked over to the ventilation shaft, shaking her head. 

“Don’t really have it too often, only when a bullet is about to hit me…” She said, nudging her head in the direction so Peter would follow. “Come on, my atoms don’t have all day.” She jumped into the shaft and stuck onto the side, slowing crawling down. 

“One time he thought it would be funny to see me suffocate and he-”

“Put pure oxygen through the vents because she knew you were in them and then watched as you clawed for air? Yeah… It-”

“Sucked… but it’s nice to have someone who gets it.” Peter finished. “Sometimes I just wish life could be simple.” 

“You’re Spider-Man... Life is never gonna be simple.” Petra said, shaking her head. “This is getting too serious. We’re over the lab anyway.” She said, leaning over the open vent. “You got the drive?” 

“Yeah, it’s right here.” Peter said and held it up. “I’ll go in while you create the distraction? Then try to get into that portal as soon as you see it open up.” He said, putting the flash drive back into the compartment he had it in earlier. 

“Peter… thanks.” Petra said, looking at him. “I really don’t know how I would’ve gotten back if it wasn’t for you,” She said and smiled gently. 

Peter nodded, saying a quick goodbye as Petra hopped down and made the guards turn her way. Peter crawled down to the ceiling and then the floor, spinning in the chair until he got to the USB port. He put it in and then heard someone shout out “Hey!” towards him. 

“Hay is for horses, and I am a Spider.” Peter quipped and shot a web towards the guard. He typed something in quickly. “Petra now!” He called out, seeing the portal opening and then seeing her swing into it. He closed it quickly with a click of the space bar, hoping that she made it back to her own world. 

“Spidey, where’d your friend go?” One of the guards asked. 

“She had to swing out of here. Maybe next time close your windows.” Peter said and shot a web towards him. Peter stuck a web to the building on the opposite side of the street and swung out of the window, waiting to see if the portals stopped opening. Once he noticed Kingpin get upset from his office, he swung away towards his apartment. 

*616-Monday*

Finding out there actually was a multiverse made physics a different class for Peter. He had to ask his teacher about it again, even though he had done a lot of research on it and even asked Bruce about it. He said it was possible, then went off on a tangent about time travel and how that could affect or even create multiverses. At that point, as interesting as it was, Peter stopped listening because he didn’t want to take in all that information at once.

And the fact that Peter knew someone from another multiverse made it even better. But it also made the situation even weirder when he saw her. 

She was sitting at a lunch table, writing something down in a notebook. He recognized the hair, but this time it was longer than he remembered. He thought he would’ve known to be more low-key about it, but he was pretty much the opposite. 

“Petra, hey, what are you-” He started as he walked around the table. He stopped once he saw her face. She was either pretending not to know him, or she really didn’t know him. 

“I’m not Petra, sorry.” She said to Peter, locking eyes with him. She motioned for Peter to sit across from her. “If you want.” 

“Oh, uh… Sorry, you just looked like someone I knew.” He said, not sitting down. “Are you new… here?” He asked, glancing around. He would have recognized her before if she was here, and he definitely would’ve recognized Petra as her if she attended his school. 

“Yeah uh… Today is my first day, I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on.” She said, watching the boy stand awkwardly in front of her. “Do you want to sit down? Or are you gonna stand there all day?” She asked. 

“Uh, yeah... Actually, I’ve got a spot with my friends.” He said and gestured over to Ned and MJ, who were in their own conversation. “You can join us if you want. Not that I don’t think you don’t have any friends-- it’s just that you’re sitting here alone and..” 

“I’d love to.” She said, already standing up and grabbing her book. She walked over to the table with him. 

“By the way, what’s your name?” He asked, looking down at the girl.  

“(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

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teaser - part two - part three

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Not Happening (Pt. 2)

Summary: An online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand. 

A/N:  Thank you so much for all the love on the first part!! I’m having so much fun writing this story! I hope you guys enjoy it! I promise more Bucky next time.. i just felt this was a more natural series of events. This part has a few moments from the actual Parks and Rec episode I was inspired by. The story wont follow it exactly, though.  Have great week and as always, thank you so very much for reading :)

PART 1 / MY STORIES

This could not be happening. Who in their right mind would think you and Bucky, of all 7 billion people on this planet, would be a good match? And not just any match, SOULMATE FUCKING LEVEL MATCH!!!!

  You turned to see your friends still doubled over in laughter. Your mind raced, reaching what you thought could be the only plausible cause for this.

  It was a prank.

Your friends knew your tense situation with Bucky. These jerks probably thought it would be funny to set all this up to see how you would react. Their plan getting even better as he suddenly had decided to barge in your conversation. Well, you hoped they had prepared for the show you were about to give them. So much for being the most level-headed one.

  “You two,” you glared at them as they continued laughing. Wanda even reaching a hand up to her eyes to wipe away her tears. “You think this is funny?”

  “No,” Nat said, her voice breathless from not being able to catch her breath before speaking. “This is hilarious!”

  “You set this up, didn’t you? You guys know how much I can’t stand that cocky, arrogant, son of a –”

  “Hey!” Wanda interrupted before you got the satisfaction of speaking your mind. “We didn’t, I swear. How would we be able to get the system to do that?”

  “Yeah,” Nat spoke up, finally getting her laughter under control. “Your love connection to Barnes is just too strong we couldn’t fake it even if we tried.”

  “Oh quiet! You mean this stupid site actually thinks we’re a good match?” you slumped back into your chair.

  “Wrong again, my dear,” Nat said, a smirk appearing on her lips and if you had felt the need to punch a similar smirk off Bucky’s face you were feeling it again, maybe even stronger this time around. “A perfect match.”

  “That’s it!” You said pulling the laptop closer, quickly scrolling down before you got a second look at Bucky’s irrationally irritating picture. You moved over the cursor to the link you were suddenly desperately needing to open. “Here it is,” you whispered to yourself as you found their Customer Service number.

  “What are you doing?” Nat said as you pulled out your phone from your purse and dialed the number. You held up a finger, letting her know now was not exactly the best moment to ask questions.

  “This is Craig at whosyourmate.com. How can I help you?” came a male’s voice through the phone. His tone was friendly, but in your state of mind everything and everyone seemed annoying.

  “Craig,” your voice perfectly matched the level of annoyance you were currently feeling. Nat and Wanda looked on in confusion as your conversation with Craig went on. “Your service is crap.”

  “Can you be more specific?” Craig replied, a phrase he had most likely been trained to say when he dealt with crazy customers. It was neutral, maybe even thought to be calming. Yeah, you were aware you were being crazy, but Craig and his services had matched you with Bucky. The one person on this planet you could not stand. So, being crazy, ironically, seemed to be the most logical response.

  “Yes,” you continued, “your soul-mate match was totally wrong for me.”

  From the corner of your eye you saw Nat rolling her eyes as Wanda mouthed Oh my god, their second-hand embarrassment clearly visible as they let their eyes wander around the room, taking note of whoever was also witnessing your outburst.

  “I mean, I don’t even like him as a friend,” you went on, ignoring your friends’ reactions. “He’s like an annoying neighbor you can’t move away from, who purposely leaves dog shit on your front door just to ruin your day.”

  “We have a very sophisticated algorithm that’s paired a thousand of couples,” said Craig, you could practically hear his eyes rolling, however impossible that was. “I actually met my wife on the site.”

  You felt your temper rising. How could Craig think you and Bucky could be compared to him and his wife! That wouldn’t only imply an actual romantic connection with the only man in the world who took more time on his hair than a pageant queen, but also a possible marriage! You couldn’t even talk to the Bucky without wanting to punch him in the face. There was no way you could ever even begin to think about Bucky in a romantic way.

  “Really? You met your wife on this site?” you said unable to control the words that came out of your mouth. “Well, that’s not gonna last.”

  “Ok,” Nat said grabbing the phone from your hand. “Sorry Craig,” she said into the phone. “My friend here is not being the most rational. I’m sure she doesn’t mean what she just said. I’ll be sure to let her know what she did was wrong.”

  “Your marriage is a sham, Craig!” you tried to say into the phone, but Nat quickly hung up the call after another quick apology to Craig.

  “Jesus,” Nat began. “All this because a silly site matched you with Bucky?”

  You groaned, knowing you were overreacting.  

  “How many people are on that site and their highly sophisticated algorithm,” you said in a mock tone, “Just happened to match me and that idiot?”

  “Well maybe their algorithm can see past what you can,” Wanda said with a smile as she quirked her eyebrow, knowing very well her statement would get a reaction out of you.

  “Please!” you said not knowing what to do with your hands as you became increasingly uncomfortable with the picture Craig and his sham marriage had planted in your head. “As if a series of ones and zeros can know more about the complete ass Bucky is than me, someone who has had the misfortune of actually spending time with him.”

  “Then don’t make such a big deal if its just a silly series of ones and zeros. I mean, Y/N, you questioned the integrity of a marriage! What if Craig goes home and breaks the heart of who is probably a lovely woman because of the doubts he now has thanks to your call,” Wanda continued, causing Nat to chuckle.

  You hid behind your hands knowing Wanda was exaggerating but still feeling guilty at your comments to Craig. Poor guy probably had to deal with dozens of people like you. And his wife WAS probably lovely.

  Suddenly a thought crossed your mind that had your palms turning cold.

  “Shit,” you said still from behind your hands. “Shit, shit, shit!!!”

  “What now?” Nat groaned. “Want to call another customer service line and make them question their life choices?”

  “No!” you said as you put your hands down, dramatically hitting the table as the thought you had sent chills up your spine. “Oh my god! Do you think Bucky will also get alerted that we somehow, reasons still unknown, got matched on this stupid site?!”

  Wanda’s jaw dropped as she heard what you said. Nat, simply began to laugh once again, seemingly happy at being able to mock your misery a second time.  

  “Wanda! Tell me he will never find out about this!! PLEASE!!”

  “I don’t know!” she replied. Her voice laced with more worry now that she seemed to be understanding just how humiliating Bucky knowing would be.

  “Wanda, this was your idea!! You have to know!!”

  “Well I don’t!” she said grabbing her laptop and looking through the site for possible answers. “I mean they had a FAQ page but I can’t find anything about how their notifications work.

  “Call Craig again,” Nat suggested. “And while you’re at it, ask if he and his wife plan on having children, maybe Y/N can talk him out of that too if they are.”

  “Natasha, shut up,” you snapped back, pulling out your phone again.

  Your call never went through, maybe Craig had been offended to the point of having the customer service line block your number or maybe the universe was simply plotting against you maintaining your sanity. After a few failed attempts from Wanda and Nat’s phone, you gave up.

  “You know,” came Nat’s voice, who at this point you were frankly over hanging out with. “You could just ask him tonight at the photo gallery thing he invited us.”

  “You’re not serious,” you said, glancing her way with clear disgust across your face.

  What did she expect you to say to Bucky?

  Hey, I know we’ve always hated each other but did you happen to see the soulmate level match we got on whosyourmate.com? or maybe Nice gallery, anyway we might be soulmates, have you heard anything about that?

  He would surely laugh at your face and never let you forget how much an idiot this site had made of you. 

  “You are going to have to face him eventually. I mean, unless you’re ok with not seeing Steve either. Those two are practically attached at the hip. Also start saying goodbye to Sam,” Nat retorted.

  “Yeah, ok, I get it,” you responded, running your hands across your face in frustration. If only you had stuck with your gut and never made that profile. Then you wouldn’t have to even consider cutting Steve out of your life. You knew that was out of the question. Steve was a great friend and losing him seemed like way too much of a sacrifice to make simply because Bucky had been matched with you.  “Fine!” you concluded, needing to stop overthinking things, “I’ll go to that gallery thing and if I have to punch him I will.”

  “Amazing,” Nat said with a mocking chuckle.

  “You know, you’re supposed to be on my side,” you said to her.

  “Oh, I am,” she replied. “You might just land yourself a Mr. Y/L/N who knows just how to get under your skin. They do say there is only one step between love and hate. Just imagine all the passionate love making you’ll be having.”

  You dry heaved, unable to control your natural reaction to even thinking about that.

  “That’s disgusting and will never happen. I will first marry Craig and then consider anything with Bucky.”

  “Craig is happily married,” Wanda said, clicking her tongue.

  “Not after my call, remember? You vividly pictured the breaking up of his marriage.”

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  Hours later you found yourself in front of the mirror once again. This time liking what you were wearing a lot more than the outfit you had haphazardly thrown on in the morning. The outfit Bucky had happily pointed out as he made sure to ruin the great morning you were having with your friends.

  A groan escaped from your mouth at the thought of the night that awaited you. Bucky could either already be aware of the site’s clearly mistaken match it had made for the two of you. If this scenario played out, you would have to defend yourself from his guaranteed teasing. You knew he would be aware of how much the match had bothered you and he would do anything to use that against you. Or, he could not know of the match and you could just try to enjoy the photo gallery while still having to deal with Bucky’s overwhelmingly annoying presence. Maybe even try to figure out why the website had ever thought of pairing you two together.

  With a sigh, silently sending out a supplication of mercy to the universe, you smoothed out your outfit, as ready as you could ever be to face the mess your online profile had created in its short life.

PART 3

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What's your shampoo scent?

Strawberries. Although, because of my hair conditioner, my hair usually smell like honey.

What's your aesthetic?

Empty coffee cups, stacks of cds, broken mirrors, open notebooks, yelling before bursting into tears, stretchmarks, red and black, poetry, new ideas, withering roses, sarcasm, broken wings, crooked smiles, memes and finger guns.

What's your favourite time of the day and why?

Early in the morning because I'm somewhat more happy and cheerful.

What do you like the most at the beach?

The sound of the waves.

What's the one thing you keep stressing yourself about?

The future and what I'll do with my life.

A song that's made you cry.

When I was younger, like one or two years ago, Two Birds had me weeping like a baby. Currently though, It's over isn't it has the same effect. (Honorable mentions: All Hamilton songs, Waving through a window and Seventeen)

Some tips to ease your followers.

Tumblr is not a reliable source. Never. Posts don't solve everything. The world is ugly and will always be. If you however, learn to not give a hoot, you'll be fine. Do chase what you want but don't fly too close to the sun.

Things that make you tear up.

Being yelled at. Failing. Dogs dying. Compliments.

What's your favourite thing for every sense?

Sight: moments before the sun is down when the sky is yellow. Frozen areas. Neon lights.

Hearing: violin and piano melodies. Up-beat music. People singing softly and suddenly going too deep. My dog's woof.

Taste: coffee, cheese and chocolate.

Smell: honey, baked cookies, the smell of home after being away, new books.

Touch: blankets, wool, my dog's fur, pillows.

In which alternative universe would you like to live in?

Somewhere, there's a world where soulmates are real and I would be very okay with that. Unless, we're already living in that world and that's why we wake up with songs stuck in our heads that we haven't heard for some time ;)

What's some problems you face on a daily base?

Failure. Social anxiety. Lack of time. The constant fear of how awful I am both outside and inside along with the self-objectification. The big possibility that I shall never be loved enough.

A scene from a book that always makes you sad?

*spoilers ahead for The Death Cure*

Thomas walked half the distance to Newt, then stopped. The worst part about his friend was the wildness in his eyes. Madness lurked behind them, two festering pools of sickness. How had it happened so quickly?

“Hey. Newt. It’s me, Thomas. You still remember me, right?”

A sudden clarity filled Newt’s eyes then, almost making Thomas step back in surprise.

“I bloody remember you, Tommy. You just came to see me at the Palace, rubbed it in that you ignored my note. I can’t go completely crazy in a few days.”

Those words hurt Thomas’s heart even more than the pitiful sight of his friend. “Then why are you here? Why are you with … them?” (...)

“Just come with me,” Thomas begged. “I’ll tie you up if it makes you feel better.”

Newt’s face suddenly hardened into anger and his words shot out in a rage. “Just shut up, you shuck traitor! Didn’t you read my note? You can’t do one last, lousy thing for me? Gotta be the hero, like always? I hate you! I always hated you!”

He doesn’t mean it, Thomas told himself firmly. But they were just words. “Newt …”(...)

“I hate you, Tommy!” He was only a few feet away and Thomas took a step backward, his hurt over Newt turning to fear. “I hate you I hate you I hate you! After all I did for you, after all the freaking klunk I went through in the bloody Maze, you can’t do the one and only thing I’ve ever asked you to do! I can’t even look at your ugly shuck face!”

Thomas took two more steps back. “Newt, you need to stop. They’re going to shoot you. Just stop and listen to me! Get in the van, let me tie you up. Give me a chance!” He couldn’t kill his friend. He just couldn’t. (...)

“You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don’t think I did.”

“What happened?” Thomas asked, stalling for time. He slipped his fingers around the weapon.

“I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!”

Newt suddenly twisted around and grabbed Thomas by the hand holding the gun. He yanked it toward himself, forcing it up until the end of the pistol was pressed against his own forehead. “Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!”

Thomas tried to pull his hand away, but Newt was too strong. “I can’t, Newt, I can’t.”

“Make amends! Repent for what you did!” The words tore out of him, his whole body trembling. Then his voice dropped to an urgent, harsh whisper. “Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery.”

The words horrified Thomas. “Newt, maybe we can—”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!”

“I can’t.”

“Do it!”

“I can’t!” How could Newt ask him to do something like this? How could he possibly kill one of his best friends?

“Kill me or I’ll kill you. Kill me! Do it!”

“Newt …”

“Do it before I become one of them!”

“I …”

“KILL ME!” And then Newt’s eyes cleared, as if he’d gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. “Please, Tommy. Please.”

With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

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During a hen's cycle, an ovary sends a yolk on its path. The yolk forms what we know of as an “egg white” as it moves through the reproductive tract into the shell gland. That means that eggs are a hen's period. In this essay I will--

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How Do I Love Thee? (part 1)

SOULMATE AU

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: People know that existence of a soulmate, but only about 1% of the population meet theirs. Most people don’t even try to find their soulmate and settle for someone they love, but will never fully love. Some people spend their entire life searching the earth for that one person they are made for, some even go mad along the way. But when someone does find their soulmate, my god, it’s the most magical thing a human can ever experience.

Adelaide is a biomedical engineer that gets hired by Stark industries and finds herself diving head first in the lives of the Avengers. She meets a traumatized Bucky Barnes and realizes that she has found her soulmate, but being the soulmate of Bucky Barnes is extremely complicated and she is not sure if she’s strong enough the handle his demons.

Author’s notes: This is just an introductions. There is nothing exciting that happens in this chapter. It’s just a set up for the rest of the story. 

According to Greek Mythology, humans were created with four arms, four legs, two heads, and one heart. Afraid of their power, Zeus sent down lightning bolts and separated each human into two, leaving each one with two arms, two legs, one head, and a piece of each other’s heart. The separation left both sides with a desperate yearning to be reunited and because they shared the same soul, humans were condemned to spend their lives searching for the other half of their soul.

The moment a person is born, society bombards them with the idea of finding their soulmate. It has become such a dominant part of everyday life that everywhere you turn, people seem to be obsessed with finding their other half. Yet only about 1% of the world’s population finds their soulmate and everyone else settles for second best. But that’s never stopped humans from trying to come up with algorithms and methods of find “the one”.

 A soulmate is such a powerful entity, at the age of 5 a person starts to feel their soulmates’ presence, they get visions of what their soulmate sees and occasionally feel waves of their emotions. When two soulmates find each other, the ground beneath them shakes and a bolt of lightning strikes, causing the veins on their forearm to pulse a beautiful light blue, it’s like Zeus himself is sending them a message.

Adelaide has settled on the idea that she would be fine if she never meets her soulmate, she was independent and she didn’t need someone else to make her feel happy. Growing up, all her friends spend hours talking about their visions and the waves of feelings they felt from their soulmate. It was an obsession, it was everyone’s obsession and it infuriated her. But the truth was that she was jealous, whoever her soulmate was, he lived a very dark life. The waves of emotions Adelaide felt were that of despair, hatred, anger, and self-loathing. The visions she had were of angry men, physical abuse, and violence. She couldn’t get it out of her head, no matter how hard she tried the visions and the emotions wouldn’t stop coming. The visions got so traumatizing that her parents admitted her to a psychiatric hospital and she spent 2 years trying to control her emotions. Whoever Adelaide’s soulmate was, she never wants to meet him.

 Everyday seemed to be like the one before, Adelaide gets up at 6:30am, showers, makes coffee and was often 5 minutes late for her 8:30 class. She has classes until 2:30pm and works at the café until 8:30pm. She lived a life of routine and even though she wasn’t fully satisfied with her life, she wouldn’t do anything to change it. Recently however, there has been this empty pit at the bottom of her stomach that made her uneasy and dissatisfied. She re-examined her life, looked around, and realized that she was missing out on the early 20’s experience. She’s been playing it safe her whole life and it was time to do something exciting. So when she graduated with a biomedical engineering degree from Cambridge, she left her beloved country and applied for a job at Stark Industries. It wasn’t until 6 months after applying for the job that she got a call from Tony Stark himself and scheduled an interview with her at the infamous Avengers compound.

She wore her best dress that screamed ‘I’m a serious twenty something woman with big ambitions’, which was a knee length tight crimson dress and she paired it with black stilettoes. I really need to lay off the pastries, she thought to herself as she struggled to zip up the long zipper and felt her stomach being squeezed in. You look great, hot, but not trying too hard. Like a prostitute for politicians. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and headed for the door.

The Avengers compound was more magnificent than what she imagined, it was so futuristic it didn’t seem like it belonged in her time. A man wearing a sleek suit and tie greeted her and walked her to Tony Stark’s office. She was expecting to be interviewed by Iron Man but she didn’t expect Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Nick Fury to be there as well. Adelaide sat at the head of a conference table and waited patiently while members of the Avengers studied her profile.

“Miss Clarke your resume is impressive. You have a biomedical engineering degree from Cambridge, graduated top of your class, and have excellent recommendations from your professors. You were offered a job at your university to continue your research on memory loss but you turned it down. Why?” Tony Stark places the papers down on the table and looked at Adelaide in the eyes. She also felt everyone’s eyes on her and felt a bead of sweat run down her back and into her butt crack.

 “Well…. I…. I was looking for a change. I felt like my life was the same every day and accepting the research job at Cambridge felt…safe. I wanted to know what other options there are for me and I saw your recent publications on the biological structure of inhuman and it inspired me to do something interesting.” Great answer Adelaide, they will eat that up. Adelaide nodded to herself, satisfied with her answer.

 “You did some research on memory loss. What did you find?” Steve Rogers looked at her with intensity, which made her loose her breath for a moment. Wow, perfection does exist. This man looks like a demigod.

 “Well, the research isn’t done yet, but we found that certain cells in the neurological pathway in the brain, specifically the hippocampus, can sometimes be rewired. Which causes the individual with memory loss to regain their memories. But we haven’t found which cells do that yet, but when we do, we can create a machine that can trigger those cells to help people with dementia, Alzheimer’s, and amnesia. We can even bring back repressed memories.” Why do they want to know about my past research so much?

 “And do you think that you can find the cells and build the machine?”

“With the proper resources and the proper technology? I believe I can, with time of course.”

“We have someone in the team who… suffers from memory loss and he’s also been… programmed to react to certain words.”

“Are you speaking of the Winter Soldier?” Adelaide’s words seemed to spark some sort of anger in Steve Rogers because his eyes turned dark and he leaned back on his chair.

“His name is Bucky. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore.” Steve Rogers stated harshly, which caused Adelaide to flinch in her chair.

“I didn’t mean to anger you Mr. Rogers, I saw the news last year and I…well I just put the pieces together.” Great job Adelaide. Way to blow your chance, Captain America doesn’t like you and he likes everyone.

“I like you. You speak you mind and you’re smart. We need young sharp minds like you. Now I can say smart things and someone will understand me.” Tony Stark stands up from his chair and extends his hand towards Adelaide.

“Welcome to Stark Industries Miss Clarke. You’re officially hired.” Adelaide looks at him in shock and leaps up to shake his hand.

“Thank you sir! I won’t let you down.” Did he just hire me on the spot? Oh my fucking god.

“Let me show you around and introduce you to the team.” Tony wraps his arm around Adelaide’s waist and guides her towards the living quarters of the compound.

PART 2

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