August 21 - Steve Rogers paired with one marvel female character (surprise me). With the Prompt "I should have known it would be you". If possible a soulmate fic, for @celinette9221
Written by @backwardsandinhighheels
Steve’s soulmark grew darker the day he finally moved into the Tower.
He had rolled his sleeves up to help with the heavy lifting and was rolling them down now the job was done.
“What’s up, Cap?” Sam asked, as Steve broke off in mid-sentence to stare at his arm.
“Does that look darker to you?” Steve demanded in response twisting his forearm so it was visible to the other man.
Sam squinted. “... maybe? Listen, man, it’s your mark. If you think it’s darker, then congrats. You’re one step closer to meeting them.”
Steve shrugged and finished rolling down his sleeves. “That doesn’t mean much. It got a shade darker when I stepped out of Erskine’s machine and that was some 70 years ago now.”
“That’s two shades dark for you? I don’t think mine was ever that pale.”
“I’m Irish,” Steve protested. “I am naturally fair.”
“You say fair, I say pasty, white boy. Now, are you going to start unpacking those boxes or are we going to crack open those beers Tony left in your fridge as a welcome present?”
The two men surveyed the mountains of boxes dotting the lounge. “Beer,” they agreed simultaneously.
“Has Jo asked you out yet?”
Steve tried very hard not to jump at the sudden question. “She did,” he answered, after a pause. “I turned her down.”
Natasha pouted, dropping gracefully into the seat beside him. “Why not? I think she’d be a good fit.”
“Like a pair of trousers?”
“You know what I mean. She likes history.”
“I might have lived through it but it doesn’t mean I like it.”
“Alright, Rogers. What do you like, then?”
“Um,” Steve responded eloquently. “You realise that’s the first time you’ve asked me that question?”
“Asking my questions isn’t my style.”
“And trying to set me up on dates with every woman in the Tower is?”
“Answer the question, Rogers.”
He thought about it, holding up a hand to silence Nat when it looked like she might press. “Someone interested,” he answered finally. “Stop giving me that look, Romanoff. I don’t mean interested in me, though that would help. I’m talking about someone who is interested in something bigger than herself, who is passionate about knowledge and learning.”
“So, a scholar?”
“Maybe,” Steve hedged. “I haven’t really thought about it, okay? Maybe someone who cares about helping others or making the world a better place.”
“A scholar and a philanthropist.”
“Too hard for you?”
Natasha looked unimpressed as she stood up. “I’ll find her, don’t worry.”
“Not if I find her first.”
“Yes, because you are doing so well at that right now.”
“I’ll find you,” Steve murmured, looking down at his arm. Under his sleeve, his mark grew darker.
~~~
Steve was sketching in his rooms when Jarvis chimed, almost apologetically. “Captain Rogers, Ms Potts is on the line, if you are available to answer her. It is a matter of some urgency.”
He frowned, putting his pencil down. “Sure, go ahead.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Pepper Potts said, sounding unusually flustered. “Steve, can you go and check on Tony? He isn’t answering my calls. According to Jarvis, he’s working on an off-network computer and he’s brought out the blowtorch.”
“Is that a bad thing? I thought he was good at that sort of stuff.”
“Give Tony a box of scraps and a deadline, and he can build you anything with ten seconds to spare. Give him 17 cups of coffee and a blowtorch, and the insurance companies stop taking our calls. You weren’t in the country in April, were you?”
“No, I wasn’t. What happened?”
“I’ll get Jarvis to send you the footage when I’m back from Geneva, but please can you drag Tony out of his lab. Jarvis can lock it down once he leaves.”
“Okay, “ he agreed. “Jarvis, you’re going to have to tell me the way. I ain’t been down to the labs yet.”
“Certainly,” Jarvis said. “I am holding the elevator for you now.”
Steve followed Jarvis’s directions to the lab floors, down twisty-windy corridors and through three sets of double doors, where he found Tony drooping over some contraption, lit blowtorch in hand.
“Tony,” he said, and the other man jumped.
“Give a man some warning, Capsicle, I almost singed off my eyebrows!”
“Pepper sent me,” Steve explained.
Tony scowled. “I don’t know why she’s worrying so much, it’s only been a few hours. Jarvis, how long have I been in here?”
“Twenty-eight hours, sir,” Jarvis said primly.
“Fine. But we need to find you a hobby, Cap, so you stop interrupting mine. How’s Romanoff doing on the matchmaking front?”
“Not interested,” Steve told him, tapping his arm. “I’ve decided to wait.” He peered at his words. “You know, I think it’s gotten darker.”
He was interrupted in his perusal but Tony’s collapse onto the floor into a snoring heap. With a sigh, he unplugged the blowtorch and hoisted Tony into a fireman’s carry. “Jarvis, can you guide me out again?”
~~~
“Hey Cap, suit up. We’ve got a situation in South Korea.”
“Trouble at the border?”
“Nah, protesters.”
“They’re requesting the Avengers to deal with protesters?”
“These protesters have already set off a bomb downtown, and have threatened to set off dozens more around a major metropolitan area so yeah, they are. Our contact says hospitals are swamped.”
Steve was too busy pulling on his suit to notice the words running up his arm were three shades darker than they had been that morning. “I’ll be at the quinjet in five. Barton flying?”
“I’m at the jet,” Clint confirmed over the comms. “I’ve encountered these guys before, with Shield. They really like their explosives.”
“Who’s our contact on the ground?” Steve asked, snapping his shield into place.
“Helen Cho,” Tony answered him. “She runs a research facility in Seoul, on the cutting edge of medical technology. I’ve been trying to get her over to the States for years but she won’t budge.”
“Then we’d better get to her.”
They made good time across the Pacific, Natasha liaising with local law enforcement in fluent Korean. “They’ve located most of the bombs, but are stretched too thin,” she reported. Her mouth thinned to a line. “They say they think the protesters have one beneath the general hospital but it’s too well protected for them to get to it.”
“That’s where we’re going,” Steve decided.
Clint set them down beside the hospital, Natasha on the comms as they debarked. “Apparently they’re holed up somewhere in the building next door and are picking off anyone who gets close. If it’s as strong as the one that went off downtown, it’ll take a chunk out of both buildings. They are trying to evacuate, but it’s slow going.”
“I’ll draw their fire from this side,” Steve suggested. “Stark, you do the same. Sam, you’re with me. Barton, stay high and pick off anyone who pokes their head out. Romanoff - “
“I’ll coordinate from out here. Honestly, this would be a lot easier if you all spoke Korean.”
That was the plan, at least. They all tried to stick with it, but Tony in his suit drew enough attention that Steve and Sam were able to get inside, where it was soon a melee. Steve dodged and punched until there was only one man left, slowly backing away, his hand dipping into his jacket.
“What’s he doing?” Sam demanded. “What’s in his pocket?”
Steve brought his shield up, but it was no gun - only a small black remote that the man pointed over his shoulder, at a contraption with far too many wires.
“Get down!” he yelled as the man pushed the button. Sam scrambled backwards but Steve ran forwards, flipping his shield to contain the blast.
It worked. Partially.
The shield absorbed most of the blast, Tony would later tell him. The hospital avoided serious structural damage; the building next door would likely have to be torn down but was still standing. Unfortunately, most was not enough to prevent Steve from being thrown across the room, the next room, and against the jagged remains of a concrete column.
It was Sam who found him in the rubble, Tony who dragged him clear, and Jarvis who ran the diagnostic that noted his vitals dropping fast.
“Concussion, multiple fractures, third degree burns, internal bleeding, and I’m pretty sure he shouldn’t have metal there,” Tony reported, carrying Steve to his local expert. “He’s fading in and out of consciousness.”
“Get him in the cradle,” Helen said. “And you’ll need to get that out.”
Once Steve was settled in the Helen’s contraption, Tony grabbed the metal spar and yanked, then Helen slapped a wad of gauze over the wound. Steve’s eyes flew open and settled on Helen’s face. “That really hurt,” he said conversationally. “First time visiting Seoul and this is what I get for it?”
Helen’s eyes widened, glancing down to her own arm before returning to Steve’s face with a degree of exasperation. “I should have known it would be you.”
Steve’s eyes, drifting shut, flew open again. Through the ragged remains of his tac suit, Steve’s soulmark deepened to black and he opened his mouth to speak. Helen halted him with a finger against his lips. “Don’t try to talk. You’re the most injured subject to make it to my lab. Just try not to die in the next twenty minutes.”
“I can do that,” Steve mumbled as she stepped back to close the cradle. “And Nat was right. I really should learn Korean.”
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