Soulmates are two people who are destined to be together so what happens when Steves soulmate is a villain. (Y/n) is one of the best villains around able to break into anything and anywhere and is on top of the Avengers watch list. Steve is sent on...
You were sitting on the couch enjoying you afternoon a book held tightly in your hand. Reading was like an escape from reality for you. When you pick up a book and start reading, You get so sucked into it that you forget any of your surroundings. Your imagination takes over and you're free to fantasise about whatever you want without worrying that people will judge you. It's like you can create a little world in your mind and imagine what the characters would look like and how they act. It's crazy how much something as casual as reading can leave such an impact on you. You heard steve walked into the room but paid it no mind your focus on the book you're reading. "Are you busy today" "no why" you said flipping the page "I know this place you might like so get dressed and meet me downstairs in ten" you looked at him questioning wether you should go or not. "Please" you let out a groan and agreed, Steve's face lit up and you couldn't help but smile.
You rushed upstairs and threw on a dress quickly brushing your hair and going downstairs. When you got their you saw Steve with his motorcycle "my lady" he said helping you up. You grabbed onto him tightly holding him in your arms. You heard the whir of the motor and were off dashing through the busy streets. The lights of the city became blurred by how fast you were going and you couldn't help but laugh and feel free. Steve finally stopped on the side of the road tall trees surrounded you and you were isolated from the bustling city. Steve grabbed your hand and you walked through the forest. Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that remind you of seaside waves; even the colour of the moss is kelp-like. They are soft, damp, yet your fingers come away dry. Y/n tilts your head upward, feeling your hair tumble further down your back; the pines are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. A new smile paints itself upon your face, rose-pink lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light. Before you know it her Steve stops pulling you into a clearing amongst the trees.
Their is lush grass and a winding river that snakes across the floor deeper into the forest. The river is a ribbon of living turquoise, boldly flowing amid the green of the forest. No matter the chatter of the trees it is steady, welcoming, refreshing. On quiet days it can be heard to whisper its wisdom, on stormy days it is lost to all but those who listen closely. The river always talks, always speaks the wisdom of the water to anyone who treasures its musical words. Even on the rainiest of days it can heard beneath the splashes, a sacred melody, always moving, always present. The river winds through the forest, welcoming stray flora that comes its way. It is part of this place, integral to life, yet also a thing unto itself. The river is always flowing, taking its willing passengers onward to the great ocean beyond. At the edges it tempts the rich soil to join the cool waters just as much as the humble leaf litter that lies on top.
Steve pulls you further into the clearing and you see a picnic set up along with candles lanterns and delicious food. The sun is setting and you can see the golden rays snake through the trees "I love it, but why" Steve shrugged "were friends now right, friends do nice things for each other" the word friend stung were you only a friend to him, it was your fault really you had pushed him away "thank you" Steve smiled and opened the picnic basket for you, this had been his plan all along to make you see him as not a friend but more. If you were dating this is what he would do for you he would hold you in his arms and smother you with kisses. For now though he would treasure moments like this. You talked for hours the sun fully hidden behind the trees and stars were starting to appear in the night sky the moon was high and you wanted to stay in this moment forever. You felt droplets of rain start to fall from the sky and heard the crush of lightning but stayed wishing for just one more minute. When you and Steve were both soaked you started walking back out of the forest. The forest hums with life all around you. You twirl about ignoring the rain, gazing up at the canopy, searching for the birds that sing sweetly. Lighting breaks through the cracks, lighting up the dirt path ahead of you, decorated with outgrown roots, wildflowers and fallen leaves that crunch beneath you and Steve's feet. You trudge on, taking in the fragrance of minty grass and the damp earth. Each breathe is like water, fresh and cleansing, flowing freely into your lungs.
The next few days this continued Steve would tell you he had a surprise for you and you always followed him. You kept beating yourself up you were following him like a lost puppy but you couldn't help it he drew you in and entrapped you. Steve had now taken you to the beach for night swimming, a fancy restaurant overlooking the city, the Smithsonian which you found cute and on a road trip when their was no missions. That's wasn't the only thing steve was doing he had left flowers at your door and breakfast was ready for you every morning. You heard a knocking at your door and opened it to find Steve with a bunch of roses. He handed them to you and you looked shocked "what's this for" "I was thinking of you" his words made your heart beat faster and you couldn't help but look away. "They symbolise friendship and....never mind just take them there for you" you took them admiring them "their beautiful" "so are you" you froze what did he say "I've got to go bye" he said rushing away.
You grabbed a vase sniffing them a fascinated by the meaning and decided you would do the same for him. You searched into your phone flower meaning and shocked at what you found. Steve had given you yellow roses with red tips and while they did mean friendship they also meant falling in love. You smiled heart beating faster and a smile on your face he still loved you.
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