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You have always hated bugs, specifically ants and bees. It's not that you were scared of the tiny creatures but they were just so... Hard to catch. You groan in annoyance as the ant crawls underneath your bed and relocate to the living room.
You had just moved into your apartment, fresh out of college and ready for the "real world", and so far all you had done to the place is add a couch, a bed, and a lamp. Honestly, you weren't really one to interior decorate. What you were excited about was living in New York... Right next to the Avengers tower. This was planned. You were a huge fan of the heroes and you couldn’t help but hope that you would meet one of them. You had heard from a few of your friends that Stark would sign autographs.
The other reason you had selected a building so close was because of your soulmate. You absolutely adored your words; they showed that you soulmate was a total Avengers dork as well! There was a tingling sensation on your hand as the ant crawled across it. You shot out of your seat “Damn it!”
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You were walking home from work when you saw the crowd outside your building. People pushed against you as you started to make you way to the door. By the time you reached the entrance, there were security guards pushing people back. “Hey!” You shout, voice drowned in the crowd. “I live here, let me in!”
The security guard in front of you glared. “Lady I need to see some kind of identification.” You groaned, and someone must’ve heard you because all the sudden Sam-who’s-actually-Falcon is speaking from behind you.
“M’am that’s actually my neighbor, mind letting her in?” Then he nodded at you and led you into the building. You tried not to hyperventilate. He brought you to the elevator and pressed the up button. You gulp.
“So, uh, are you actually my neighbor?” You choke out. Sam looks amused and you blush. “Well, I mean, we live in neighboring buildings and now you’re in my building.”
“I’m just being the good guy.” He shrugs at you. “I try to do one good thing a day. Then I can feel less guilty when Steve is talking about helping twenty old ladies across the street because he was in a ten-mile-radius.” He seems so genuinely peeved that you can’t help but laugh, relaxing as the elevator dings and opens.
“Is he really that good?” You ask, immensely curious to know.
“You have no. Idea. He is just Mr. Perfect. I envy his soulmate.” He chuckles to himself and you step into the elevator.
“Well, it was great meeting you.” You say as you press the fifth floor button. “And thanks for helping me out!”
Sam grins “No problem.”
When you get to your room you grab a journal and pen and start writing. Today I met an avenger! And he was fantastic… I hope I meet you soon, I have so much to tell you….
You were chasing a butterfly when the trouble started. You knew you were technically not a child, but sometimes instincts get the best of you and god-damn it was a terrible day at work and nothing went right at all and now your friends are ignoring you and you just need to catch this butterfly… And then you ran into the man on the sidewalk. He lurched back, but his coffee spilled forward, all over your clothes and hair and your leather boots. This guy must’ve been crazy because his coffee was at least a hundred degrees and you cry out in pain before he can even react.
But then he reacts, swearing at you and angrily picking up his empty coffee cup and throwing it away. Then stomping across the street in a huff. You sigh, shivering slightly as the coffee cools down and deciding to go into the nearest building for help.
Stumbling into the door and heading into the nearest bathroom you wipe off your clothes and skin, sighing at the obvious stains in the fabric. When you decide it’s as good as it’s going to get you walk out of the bathroom and look at the man-no-men in front of you. You take in a deep breath, hold it, close your eyes and count to ten.
“This is not what it looks like. This is not real, I am not here: I am dreaming.” You sigh “I was chasing a butterfly, and ran into that guy, and I passed out from the pain. That’s all.” You open your eyes and earth’s mightiest heroes are still standing in front of you. “Um, Hi?”
“That was totally my reaction too! Aren’t they sooooo cool? I mean I still can’t believe that I’m surrounded by the Avengers every day.” Said the man towards the back, with brown hair and warm brown eyes.
“Shut up Scott.” Said Tony “How did you get in here anyway?” He asked you. You shrug.
“I just kinda walked in, the doors were open. I didn’t realize it was the Avengers building.” You say. Sam laughs and Scott looks at you funny.
“Jarvis?” Tony asked.
“I believe Y/N is part of our database. Scott, care to explain?” Said the ceiling
“Woah-what was that? You startle slightly. “How does it know my name? Who’s Scott?”
“That was Jarvis, my AI, and I’m not sure how he knows your name.” Tony answers.
“I’m Scott” Brown eyes speaks from the back, “and I think… Well you just said my words? That makes you my soulmate… Do you like ice cream?”
Shit. Shit. Shit. You didn’t even recognize your own words, and your soulmate is… An avenger… The same soulmate you’ve written a letter to since you were five and learned about soulmates. You burst into tears. Scott is instantly at your side.
“Hey, hey now! Don’t be upset. If you don’t have my words that’s fine.”
You sniffle and yank up your sleeve so he can see the paragraph. “I-I just, you know, always figured you were an extreme fanboy, and we could um… be fans together. But you're an Avenger so um maybe not?” Scott laughed and gave you a hug.
“Look around. Earth’s mightiest heroes. How could I not be a fan?”
You grin at him. “I’m glad you’re a fan. Also I love Baskin Robins.” Scott groans and all the avengers laugh from behind you. “What?”
“Nothing!”