A20. the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.
They come up the stairs of the house together, Clint and a woman who almost looks…blurry.
Laura frowns, boosting Lila a little higher on her hip, and Lila curls her tiny, chubby fingers into the collar of Laura’s cardigan. “Yeah, do you see Daddy?” she murmurs, bouncing her gently. “It looks like he’s brought a friend home, hm? Let’s go see.”
She leaves the nursery, heading down the main staircase just in time to hear the front door open, Clint’s gorgeous, familiar voice calling, “Honey, I’m home!” She rolls her eyes, fond and just shy of amused.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she says, coming around the corner, and she–stops.
There is a woman next to Clint, and Laura can’t…can’t quite focus on her, not properly. She’s not tall and not short, her hair is…red, maybe? For a moment, Laura squints at her, trying to get a proper look, and she thinks she sees green eyes, full lips, loose curls. It’s a beautiful face, she thinks, before it blurs again, and Laura can’t quite tell why this feels familiar.
“Laur,” Clint says, stepping up to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. Automatically, she tips her head up to kiss his jaw. “I need you to meet someone. And to, uh, not get mad?”
A soft laugh from the woman on Clint’s other side, and it settles over Laura’s bones. “I told you not to lead with that,” she says, and Laura sees a hand extend toward her.
“Hi,” the woman says. “I’m Natasha, Clint’s partner. It’s good to finally meet you, Laura.”
Oh, she thinks, as her vision clears, and Natasha’s clear green eyes, lovely and bright, swim into view beside Clint’s, as gorgeous as they’ve been since he said her name in a bar and brought color rushing into her world.
Laura smiles. “Hello, Natasha,” she says, and is so, so glad that she can see it clearly as Natasha’s lips curve in a smile.
send me a ship and a soulmate au, i’m fighting a losing battle against jetlag
