Summary: Reader Insert - Soulmate AU/Enemy AU based off this post: the universe determined your soulmate and enemy at birth, giving you one hint for each; their initials on one of your wrists. BUt what happens if BOTH sets of initials are for the same person? Set during CA:TWS
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, angst(ish), TWS spoilers (but seriously, what are you DOING here if you havenât seen that yet?)
A/N: Okay, Iâm taking a stab at this. I wanna thank @writingwithadinosaur (as usual) for helping me with EVERYTHING EVER, and being totally fabulous! And @imhereforbvcky for encouraging me to try in the first place.
I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on the announcement post cause I am a needy bitch, I need validation! But I am MORE than happy to add OR remove you if youâd like. There are several that didnât work and they look like this
You were born with two sets of initials on your wrists; one set was your enemyâs, the other was your soulmateâs. Trouble was, you didnât know which was which. The marks appeared on peopleâs wrists when their enemy or soulmate were born, for you, the marks were already there when you were born; so your soulmate and enemy were both older than you, by at least a few minutes. The marks were meant to burn a little bit when you crossed paths with your people, but youâd never felt anything. You would have thought you were one of the few in the world who didnât have a predestined enemy or soulmate if not for the lingering W.S. on your left wrist, and J.B.B. on your right.
Life moved on, though youâd yet to cross paths with either your soulmate or your enemy, the initials remained. The marks would fade if the person they represented died, so you knew they were still alive, but you never found them.
You had a bad feeling. Work was tense, that wasnât unusual; SHIELD was always tense to some extent, but this was different. Nick Fury had just been killed by an unknown assailant. Captain America was the last person to have seen him alive, and according to gossip, Alexander Pierce and Jasper Sitwell were blaming him for the whole event. You found that unbelievably hard to swallow for two reasons.
Reason #1: Natasha Romanov was a friend to you. You had no idea if she thought of you that way in return, but you trusted her and she worked with and trusted the Captain. Nick Fury had been a stable presence in her chaotic life; his death had hurt her. You couldnât see a man who was her fellow Avenger killing Fury, for that reason alone.
Reason #2: Jasper Sitwell and Alexander Pierce were smarmy, slimy, creepy guys. At least they were to you. Youâd never trusted them, and with it coming down to their word against Steve Rogersâ, you trust Steve more by a mile.
Your thoughts were only confirmed when the STRIKE team attacked Steve in the elevator and then declared Steve Rogers an enemy. Steve Rogers: Captain America, a hero, and an Avengers; an enemy? Yeah right.
You were pulled from your thoughts by your phone ringing. Not your desk phone, not your SHIELD issued phone, but your burn phone. It was identical to your SHIELD phone, but youâd asked Natasha to encrypt all of its incoming and outgoing calls and texts so it couldnât be traced. Yes, you could have asked a SHIELD tech to do that, but paranoia was second nature after long enough as an agent, and an undisclosed mutant.
Youâd been able to levitate since you were ten, and fly since you turned 15. Youâd managed to stay under the radar so far, and hoped to keep it that way. Your powers combined with your SHIELD training and your extra sessions with Black Widow, made you a force to be reckoned with, and a valuable âassetâ. Since you didnât much fancy being pursued, and potentially used for your powers, youâd chosen to keep your âsuperheroâ antics to smaller things.
Looking at the screen, you saw that the caller ID was blocked. You locked down your computer station and walked out of the room, answering the call as you walked.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, not wanting to attract attention, or ask any specific questions until you were out of the building.
âFuck if I know. So far pretty much everyone I know is trying to kill me.â
âShiiiiiit,â you groaned as you crossed into the parking garage, âokay, I canât talk now, Iâm on my way. Shoot me an address and a shopping list.â You hoped Natasha trusted you enough to let you help. If things were as bad as it seemed, you didnât want to sit on the sidelines; you wanted to help.
A moment later an address and a short list of requests hit your phone. Deciding to âborrowâ a SHIELD issue bike, you grab a helmet. This wasnât out of the ordinary for you; living in the city, you didnât own a car, but you checked out cars and bikes from work as needed. As soon as you were a decent distance from SHIELD, you pulled into an unmonitored garage and removed the GPS tracking device from the bikeâs engine; the bike itself was nondescript, but you didnât want to run the risk of being traced to Natasha and Steve.
Nevertheless, you parked the bike a good mile away from the address and walked the rest of the way. Arriving, you knocked on the door and waited, standing still with your hands out of your pockets and loose at your sides, knowing that whoever answered the door would be looking for any sign of betrayal. Moments later, a man answered the door. He was tall, with a shaved head, and brown eyes that looked at you with suspicion.
âNat called me,â you explained, not wanting to go into too much detail in the open.
He glanced back over his shoulder, then back to you and nodded, opening the door wide enough for you to enter. You stepped away from the door and took the backpack off your back, setting it on the floor slightly in front of you, âNat will probably want to check that before I get any closer.â
Sure enough, a head of red hair peeked around a corner, then ducked back around before Natasha herself walked out.
âYou know me so well, Y/N,â she said calmly, searching through your bag, âwere you followed?â
âNo, I disabled the tracker and parked a mile west of here.â She nodded and stood, handing your bag back to you as the man who answered the door walked into an adjoining room.
âThanks, Y/N. I wasnât sure who else I could trust.â
âNo worries, I was hoping youâd call. Thereâs all sorts of weird shit flying around at SHIELD now. I donât believe a fucking word of it. How can I help?â
Natasha smirked and led you to the kitchen where the man from before was sitting across a small table from Steve Rogers, who rose as you entered the room and shook your hand.
âAgent L/N, thanks for coming. I know you put a lot on the line for this.â
âDonât sweat it Captain, and itâs Y/N.â
âSteve,â he agreed and released your hand. He looked over your shoulder to Nat, who spoke up.
âI know you donât want people to know Y/N, but I think we may need you to use your powers before this is over.â
Your head jerked around and your eyes met hers. You werenât sure why you were surprised; she was possibly the best spy in the world, but you were still shocked.
âDoesâŚâ you swallowed before trying again, âdoes anyone elseâŚâ
âNo one else knows. I found some old video footage, and I erased it after I watched it.â You nodded, slightly mollified. Not that it would matter. If you were gonna help Steve and Nat the way they needed, your powers would be outed. But if you didnât helpâŚ
Steeling yourself, you looked up and this time you met Steveâs eyes.
âWhat do you need me to do?â
Thatâs how you ended up on the bridge, tailing Steve and Natasha. They had confronted Sitwell with the help of the other man who introduced himself as Sam Wilson. They took Sitwell up to the roof of a tall building to have their âtalkâ. Sitwell tried to call Steveâs bluff there, claiming that it wasnât Steveâs style to kick him off the roof. Steve agreed, and Natasha kicked Sitwell off the roof. Sam caught him using the falcon wings that you and Nat had⌠liberated for him.
Now you were back on your borrowed bike, tailing Samâs car from several car lengths back. And your left wrist started to burn.
It startled you so bad you almost swerved into the car to your right; youâd never had a reaction from either of your marks before. But before you could even begin to wonder what was happening, gunshots rang out and the SUV directly behind Samâs car crashed into him.
A man was on top of Samâs car now, and as you tried to get your bike through the tangled mess of cars in front of you, the man punched through the carâs roof and ripped off the steering wheel. Then you saw Jasper Sitwell thrown from the car and directly into the path of an oncoming truck, which hit him solidly and ripped him from your sight. Gunshots fired rapidly and you found a gap in the cars. You shot forward and quickly laid the bike down, rolling away as it slid forward into a group of shooters, taking them by surprise. You rolled to your feet and pulled you own gun, seeing Nat leap over the side of the bridge before an enemy engaged you. You threw your weight at him, tossing both of you over the side of the bridge as well. Your descent was slowed by your powers, his, not so much. You looked around for Nat, but your eyes caught Steve instead as he crawled from an overturned bus.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â you shouted as you ran up to him. Bullets pelted the ground around you and Steve covered you both with his shield.
âI have no idea, but that guy with the metal arm? Heâs the one who killed Fury,â Steve shouted back as you ducked around the shield to return fire, taking out two of the shooters.
âYou sure?â you asked.
âPositive. Nat said heâs called the Winter Soldier.â Your left wrist burned again as the soldier in question landed on the roof of a nearby car and made his way towards the two of you.
âGo find Nat,â Steve instructed, heading for the soldier, shield in hand.
For just a second, you contemplated what this meant for you. Winter Soldier would certainly fit the W.S. on your wrist. All you could do is hope youâd figure out who he was to you before shit got too complicated.
As it turned out, âcomplicatedâ may have been too tame of a word for your current situation.
Nat had been shot, the assailants and the soldier had pulled back, and now you were locked up in the back of a secured transport with two guards in full riot gear, armed with electric prods.
Steve had recognized the soldier. He was someone that Steve had thought dead since before he went into the ice; his best friend that heâd thought was long gone. You couldnât decide which was worse; losing your friends entirely, or having him still around, but not able to remember you at all.
Sam spoke up, telling the guards that if Nat didnât get medical attention soon sheâd bleed out. One of the guards raised their prod, everyone tensed, but the guard turned the weapon on the other guard instead. You, Steve, Nat and Sam stared in shock as the guard removed their helmet.
âMaria?!â you asked. The guard, was in fact, Agent Maria Hill.
âThat thing was squeezing my brain,âshe said as she straightened her hair. You let out a small chuckle and felt your body relax; you trusted Maria implicitly. As you relaxed, your mind wandered back to the bridge. One of your marks had reacted for the first time in your life. If this guy was as old as Steve said, and as âghost-likeâ as Nat implied, you guessed it wasnât a huge surprise youâd never crossed paths with him before.
âSteve, what did you say your friendâs name was?â You had heard him mention a name, but youâd been too preoccupied to take it in apparently. And even though âWinter Soldierâ was the name the universe had picked for your mark, it didnât feel right to use that name, especially not around Steve.
âBucky. Well I called him Bucky. His full nameâs James Buchanan Barnes.â
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