What Happened to Eddy Stark?

He’d been searching, the clock on his arm was the only indicator that he had someone in this world that belonged solely to him. A soul mate, but lately it was ticking off rather quickly. It wasn’t until he saw the man in front of him that he knew without a doubt he was the one for him.

“It’s you.”

Or rather, face to chest.

He let out a soft huff and wiggled a bit.

“You say that like you know who I am.”

The blood was rushing to his head now, so he shifted so that he could free himself, and landed gracefully on his feet before picking up his goggles.  

He brushed out his jacket and turned back around to see his soul mate properly.  From this angle, he was beautiful.

Matt was by himself in the office. Foggy was chasing another case and Karen was on lunch hence he had to greet the taller male. He could sense the man was tense. Uncomfortable to see a lawyer perhaps? Most people didn’t think it a pleasant experience. 

How did you tell the world that you could open doors into other realities?  After what Loki had done with the wormhole over New York, people would be terrified that he would do something similar, and allow in an invading force from another world.

BITTER SOULMATE PROMPTS

( because the world needs more salt && complications. feel free to change up the context or pronouns! )

          It’s a fucking nightmare. There’s sweat coming off him in buckets and he can’t find a comfortable way to lie down. He’s thankful that the rooms in the building are all made to prevent hormones from leaking around like a whore’s vagina. No one, except Nat and Phil, knows what he is. The fact that he was an omega was a well kept secret that people had been killed over. Natasha’s supposed to bring his suppressants in two days, until then, he’s stuck writing in pain from the years and years of having pushed down his nature. 

          Clint goes wide-eyed when his door slides open, covering up his heated flesh in a blanket and glaring death to whoever dared interrupt him. The glare recedes to be replaced by surprise when he sees Tony’s son at the door. “Get out, don’t say a word to anyone or I’ll take your eyes out.” The threat is clear, growl in his voice enough to show that he’s serious. Truthfully, his mind is in a state of alarm. There’s a few prayers running through his head, one to Thor’s dad even, that Eddy isn’t an alpha. “Leave.” he repeats, voice low and panicked. There’s a faint scent of alpha, it’s mild, like someone spilled cinnamon on the floor while baking. As would be expected of a young alpha who wasn’t used to scenting. “Now, you need to go. Before you lose yourself.” Clint whips the empty pill container at the kid to scare him away. Tries his best to contain the smells of pain, distress, and fear pouring off his skin in waves.

Then he’s hearing Clint Barton’s voice, and getting hit square in the head by an empty bottle of suppressants.

He rubs at his forehead lightly before scowling at the man before him.

“Why would I tell anyone. It’s your own damn business.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, holding back from giving in to the urge to pounce on the archer.

Gotham had been filled with omegas, even though there were few alphas.  Being an alpha there, had resulted in him learning to fight his nature to some extent.  Bruce Wayne had taught him.  Batman couldn’t risk getting worked up over the scent of a ripe omega, and neither could Shade.

He lets his arms uncross and moves his way closer to the other man.