Wake up. Do what you have to. Work. School. Save the world. Avenge your father's death. Go back to sleep. Average day, for human, demon, sailor scout, angel, slayer, what have you. Though there's some part of you that wonders, in the back of your mind, if this is the day you'll meet your bond.
Because your world is just like ours - or how yours was, in another universe - but with one addition: the soul bond. The soul bond is a concept as old as time itself. People don't question the process, it just is. Some say that it comes from the beginning of time, where each soul was created in a pair, and throughout the lifetimes those souls are reborn into, they search for each other. This is the soul bond. Even if that's mostly faded into myth, it's generally excepted that there is only only one person for anyone. So, soulmates.
Not exactly. Soul bonds are more. They are about the joining of bodies: sexually and psychically. The bond isn't necessarily about love, though the close connection facilitates that emotion growing, and some fondness does appear in almost every case. It's bigger than love, bigger than hate, bigger than anything else; it's finding yourself in someone else, and your never wanting to lose that. Needless to say, the soul bond is the cornerstone of life and society. Marriage is reserved for the bonded, and you're expected to be searching for that other half. There's a good biological reason for that, too, as the unbonded cannot reproduce and those who have not found their bond are doomed to die extremely early in comparison to their peers and in a most painful, withering fashion. Who would want that?
In this world, sex is had with those who are not the other half of your bond, even if society considers that frivolous. For the truth is, sex with any other will never be as good as sex with your other half. When you make love to someone who isn't yours, you'll know it. It's a disappointment.
When you so much as see your bond for the first time, or at least for the first time after you've reached sexual maturity, you'll know, even if you're already "with" someone else. The signs are inescapable. You'll know it's them. You'll become hyper-focused on them, your heart will race, your muscles tighten, your brain shoot off every signal it nose...and you will become aroused beyond belief. Any arousal you've had prior pales in comparison. So go ahead, if you don't want a bond, ignore it. Try. It won't work. The more you ignore it, the more control you'll lose. Did I forget to mention? In this world, sexual drives are a little more animalistic than usual. They would have to be when the mainstay of the races is a sexual-based bond. Those who try to ward off the desire to become one with their other half can achieve mild success - until they absolutely lose themselves. It's not uncommon to see bonds going at it in the streets, unabashed and unashamed, for trying to hold off the inevitable. Sex between bonds in public, generally, is not looked down upon.
You've given in. Of course you did. But what now? The first time you have sex with your bond, it will be beyond compare. You will share memories with each other, as this is the opening of your psychic connection with them. Yes, psychic connection. How would you expect to be truly bonded otherwise? How strong this link is depends on how often you have sex. Even at baseline, though, you'll know if your bond is hurt or in trouble. Fair warning: this will pull at that animal brain, and you will go into a beserker mode to get them back with you. Similarly, you will behave in a territorial manner if you feel the bond is threatened; jealousy often results in shameless public sex, in hopes to re-establish the strength of your connection and make your bond realize that YOU'RE the other part of them, no one else. In addition, bonds don't handle separation well and each partner will be antsy and on edge. It can be done, and most pairs do because of work, duties, and life in general, but returns are usually accompanied by sometimes days-long sex sessions.
Aside from those quirks, the bonding process can be quite useful. A bond can calm you down, and sex with your bond can serve as the ultimate relaxer. Your bond is the one who can heal you, and sex boosts your strength and power. Yes, those of you looking to achieve your ultimate goal...or ultimate form. Being a bond makes you stronger. Don't resist, no matter how surly you are.
The bond is no respecter of person. Outside of sexuality such as straight or gay, types or species don't matter. You could be bonded with someone as different from you as night and day. However, no matter what the case, you'll begin to care for them in some fashion. You'll feel the need to be with each other as much as possible, both sexually and otherwise. They'll become the most important person in the world to you. Of course, this is assuming your bond is someone you can feasibly be with. Perhaps there is some truth to that reincarnation business, as sometimes, those souls are reborn into people who are never meant to be bonds - warring tribes, at-odds species, and even relatives or people with a great amount of age between them.
The bond is permanent. This is the person you were meant to be with, after all, until you die (and soul bonds usually die within years of each other). Theoretically, though, it can be broken. Mostly, this is done when one side betrays the other side somehow. As the bond is initiated through sex, it's broken in the same way. What happens next is rarely pretty. Police reports usually find the bodies of the dead bonded, cause of death specifically unknown.
Head spinning yet? It shouldn't be! This is the world you live in.
rules
- Comment with your character, preferences, what you're interested in, and what you're not interested in.
- Crosscanon tagging is expected and encouraged. Mention if you want to make some kind of canon-insertion AU with one of the characters or just have a nebulous AU.
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Meeting - You see your bond in that way for the first time, and it's done. You're done. You have to have them to be complete.
Trying to Fight It - No, you're the type who rebels against this whole "soul bond" system. You're the master of your own design, and you won't give in despite the fact that you could just start masturbating right now.
Failure to Fight - The whole fighting thing didn't work out, and now you're going at each other like you'll die of thirst.
First Time - The legendary first time with soaring sensations, amazing orgasms, and the sharing of memories.
Not the Sharing Type - You're a private person and don't want your brain in someone else's. How can you reconcile this? Maybe doing the act can change your mind. Or maybe you just want relief so badly, you don't care.
Feedback - You feel all of your partners pleasure as well as their pain. If you can't come up with something kinky, I can't help you.
Dirty Thoughts - You know what's naughty? Sending mental images of what you'd like to do to your bond through your connection. It's like mental sexting - or a fun way to torture them.
Learning About Each Other - You're learning what both of you like and don't like and sharing as you go.
Jealousy - Someone tried to approach your bond and it made you a bit miffed. Now it's time for some affirmation of the connection and to make sure that you're still on their mind.
Rough Bond - Your bond is more hate than love sometimes, but it's a thin line. Besides, you still care more about them than anyone else, and god forbid someone hurt them. Besides, rough sex is fun.
Separation - You'll be apart for a while. You need one last hurrah
Reunion - You're back together. Now to make up for lost time. Not just because you want to, either.
Public - Remember how I said sex in public is accepted for bonds. Why not take advantage?
Chasing That High - You keep having sex with people, trying to find you bond.
Chasing That Low - In contrast to the above, you're trying to keep away from a bond by desensitizing yourself to sex.
Bond Party - Some young people throw "mixers" where, hopefully, you may meet your bond. Experimentation is bound to happen...even experimentation with multiple people at the same time, trying to find that one.
Can Never Be - Your bond is with someone you shouldn't have one with. They're your sworn enemy, your teacher, or your sibling. Your body and soul says yes, but your mind says no.
Strengthen - You need energy to defeat the big bad or rule the world. Go to your bond and recharge.
Comfort - A bond is often the only one who can calm their other half down, and that sometimes happens through a grounding via sex, bringing the upset party back to what really matters.
Healing - Healing wounds and healing the connection all comes down to body pressed against body. Just be careful of blood.
Long Time Bond - You've been together for some time now and you know each other like the back of your hands. You can make them come in ten seconds flat if need be, but it's more fun to drag things out, isn't it?
Ritual - You want to make your bond official in the eyes of the government. Unsurprisingly, the marriage ceremony is ritualistic sex.
Impregnation - There's no fertilization between the eggs and sperm of non-bonds, so one surefire way to make sure everything's on the up and up is to get pregnant.
Mind Games - Being psychically connected is all good until they fuck with your head.
Dependency - It's not always easy, being for, all intents and purposes, addicted to a person. You need them like you need breathing, and you'll take what you can even if you're ashamed.
Already with Someone - You love someone, but they're not your bond. Can they keep you when you meet your real bond?
I'm Not Yours, You're Not Mine - You know you're not bonds. Still you want them to stay with you and you'll do anything and try to be better.
False Bond - You thought you were bonded, you really did, until you met them
Faking It - There are benefits to faking a bond, including for safety, financial gain, and to secure alliances. Of course, you can't fake it in the bedroom.
Manipulating - You'll get what you want, even if you have to lie and pretend you're bonded to them...how you can fake that, no one knows, but it's worth a shot.
It's Not Me, It's You - Sometimes, mistakes are made. They're your bond, but you're not theirs.
Break the Bond - Because you have a death wish or a snuff kink.
My Ex-Lover is Dead - Your soul bond is gone and you're trying to fill the gap.
OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN
Now made with 10x more awful because Brock Rumlow is involved in it. I regret nothing and neither should any of you.
Brock Rumlow
2 - Trying to fight it
Which meant for the time being, while she could, she's avoiding the other.
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However, he made it a point to be waiting to at least watch her and smirk when she came back. He was in his full tactical gear, having just completed a mission for SHIELD only an hour before. When he saw her, he gave her a coy wink.]
How's the soul feeling today?
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They hadn't interrogated her yet nor wiped her mind. Not just yet, at least. Though that was on their agenda for the day and something Rumlow knew. So when she hears his voice cut through her thoughts, she narrows those hard eyes on him. Making sure to keep her distance from the man.
"My soul feels just fine. It's nothing you should worry about."
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"They'll wipe you and we'll get to do this snarling business all over again. At least I remember you when we first laid eyes on each other," remarked. He took little interest or joy in her being wiped. It set him back from convincing her that he was a relatively safe place.
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"What the hell are you talking about?" She growls out, turning and stalking toward him. The fact that he was talking about when they'd first laid eyes on each other. Jamie was more than a little lost, however she stops before getting to him.
She'd been fighting the bond and she wasn't about ready to head towards him. Not when she was trying to do everything to avoid him.
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Re: Brock Rumlow
Ward didn't want to be anywhere that Rumlow was. He'd heard about the man, heard what a dick he could be. Like his former mentor, he got the task done and didn't care about the consequences. Ward did what he was ordered to do, but since meeting the others, he struggled internally. He never mentioned it, but Coulson and his team had been more of a family to him that Garrett.
When they found out about him, HYDRA had come in and retrieved him, bringing him to Rumlow and the others. He was too useful, or so he had heard them say. With his cover blown, was that really the case anymore?
At least he was grateful he wasn't dead. Yet.
He'd met Rumlow only once so far. Still, once was enough for him. He could feel it the moment they met. And he hated it. Never had he expected a soul bond with that douchebag. Since then, he'd done everything he could to keep his distance.
Hiding out in the weapons locker, Ward cleaned his gun for the millionth time. At least here, nobody could find him.
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He'd been picked up recently, the scarring across most of his body still healing and giving him a distinct pink colouration when he walked around without sleeves to his shirt. He almost always did. He was gathered with a few other agents waiting to be extracted from the country or given a new mission. It was as close to a closed door meeting that HYDRA ever had really.
Rumlow met Grant Ward in a dingy little place, and he knew immediately without having to be told who the man was. His eyes had followed the other but mostly kept to himself as the bond flared between them as he had been told it would with the bonded. Well that just threw a wrench into his plans, especially dealing with a kid like that. However, as much as the situation was a piece of shit, he recognized its uses as well. Ward was a good agent, excellent in combat and undercover when that cover wasn't blown. He could have bonded with worse.
He finally made his approach when he knew that no one would be watching, pushing open the door to the weapons locker and leaning on the door frame. "You keep cleaning that and everyone is going to think you're having second thoughts about your life choices."
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"Maybe I am?" Tilting his head, he turned and gazed up at Brock. He didn't smile, didn't show any emotion on his face as he took in the man before him. "Maybe I just like to be ready?"
The scarring was something he had heard about, but not seen. Not yet. Even in a secret organization, people talk. Some more than others. Ward grew good at listening.
"Gonna come in or just spy ok me all day?"
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"Miss the old crew now that you're stuck with this one?" Of course, he could appreciate someone wanting to be at the ready, but Ward was such an easy target when sneaking off to be alone. He just had to go and pick on the guy a bit for the sake of having something to do.
"I was just checking in to make sure you weren't doing some double-dealing. We all know we're all good at it after all," he said with a knowing smirk.
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He'd go back if he thought Coulson would take him, but he knew that Phil didn't want him. No amount of groveling would ever get him back in.
"No double dealing. Just trying to keep myself busy. If I don't, I might go crazy. Well... crazier." He smiled and went back to cleaning his gun, trying not to focus on Brock. His body threatened to betray him. Ward hoped if he ignored it, that maybe he wouldn't feel the feelings he felt for his bond. Especially when he was so close.
"Want me to do double dealings? Need some help with something?" He shrugged his shoudlers as he worked. "I'm listening."
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Rough Bond/Dirty Thoughts
It left her...wanting him, and damnit, she hated him for it. She hated him for it, she hated herself for it and wished she could shoot him for it.
In imagining all the lovely ways Sarah would love to spend her time, her thoughts wandered to the last time they were together. The rush, the intensity and the high that came from going at each other. Sarah found herself biting her lower lip, and forced herself to stop thinking. He could be listening in on her thoughts, no doubt with a smirk on his face, and plotting some way to torture her.
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He nailed her when he had to, stayed close when it was required, but he wasn't there often either. Being a major player to two organizations took up a lot of his time, but he still put aside time to annoy Sarah as much as possible with just his presence. Really, it didn't take any more than that. He especially liked the times where they had to go on missions together. Her only real revenge came now and again, and he cursed her colourfully whenever it happened.
Like now.
Ugh, HYDRA meetings were always awkward when half-erection and he mentally sent her back a nasty thought of what he was going to do to her with rope and his belt later. He then left the meeting twenty minutes later to track her down so he could force her to endure his presence for a little while.
"Thinking about me again, sweetheart? Must want me bad or you're really bored."
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He knew how much the brunette could take and didn't hold back. Sometimes that's what she hated about him. And for rare occasions, it was one of the reasons why she liked him. Love wasn't in her lexicon, nor could it ever be applied to killers like them.
By the time Brock tracked Sarah down, she was in the training facility, prepping to go a few rounds with a punching bag or another soldier. She needed to take her frustration out in a way that didn't involve Brock, or cutting his face up. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, dressed in basic gear, and in the midst of wrapping her hands. Brown eyes were focused on wrapping the bandage around her left hand.
"Not by choice, I assure you." Like hell she'd ever admit she willingly thought of him.
"Sod off, I don't have time t'entertain you."
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The other clones weren't nearly as interesting as she was. They were either insane or eccentric. She was just the right mix for his tastes.
"Well, the imagines I felt come my way certainly weren't the kind that just sort of accidentally pop up," he said with an arrogant tone. "It's fine, just watching you working out is entertainment enough. Don't stop on my account."
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A shiver crawled down her spine at the mention of the images that popped into her head. They came back at her, assaulting her with the intensity of the passion they both had. She sucked in a sharp breath, tightening her bandage before ripping the end of it off. Her right hand pushed back her bangs to glare at Brock.
"I was bored, that's all." she spat, resisting the urge to throw a punch at him. If she got closer it was game over. Her body was already craving to be closer, needing to be closer. It was an utter disaster.
"Sod off, Brock. You get your alone time, this is mine."
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Sooo many options...
Then, in the course of helping Steve, there came that day on the bridge, and she hadn't been able to tell right away just which of the bodies in the crowd caused that tug not just at her senses but what seemed like her entire consciousness. She hadn't known until the three of them -herself, Steve and Natasha- were all being summarily arrested, it had been easy to pinpoint hm then, the shorter of the pair handling Steve.
She'd found him again, later, or rather he'd found her, while she was wingless, grounded, and still fighting the good fight as best she could. Even just being in the same room was enough that her knees almost gave way, she had no idea how she could have thought what she had with Riley was true in the face of this.
Are you ready for yours?
Lord help her, she'd almost said yes. And then had subsequently thrown herself out of a building to get away from him. Or from the disabled helicarrier crashing down on them, one or the other.
After everything had come crashing down, she'd thrown herself into helping Steve so that she wouldn't have to think about anything else, least of all the fact that her bondmate was still out there, somewhere. And it worked, sort of, for weeks, months even, but they'd come back to New York both to check in with the newly-minted Avengers Tower and to hunt down any new leads as to where the former Winter Soldier might be.
But because she wasn't officially an Avenger -though Stark had teased that they could have her swearing-in ceremony once the place was actually finished- it meant she had some time to herself to wander the city, wait for Steve to call, and do her best to ignore that niggling tug at the back of her mind that had never really gone away.
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He had avoided loading her personally into the vehicle, keeping his eyes and attention focused on keeping Rogers contained, not that it was really necessary given that the guy was in shock. It was going to mess up their plans all the same, but he had his part to play and so he would or die trying. God did he want to look at her though, to catch a closer look, maybe tighten the restraints just shy of painful.
The parting was worse, knowing she had gone away to fight another day. They would meet again, and then he's show her something of what being bonded to him was like. When he found her again as he ascended to deal with the Widow and council they had met and he let her know right then and there what it was to be close to him. It would be a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain as a bond was supposed to be. Perhaps it was the bond tugging him along, but he was two steps out of the window after her as the helicarrier almost crushed them both. She hit the helicopter dead on; he managed to slide a hand down her leg before he hit the leg of the helicopter and dropped into the waters of the Potomac, alive, bruised and wanted but alive.
He went into hiding as HYDRA and SHIELD imploded. He was growing his hair out and let a beard grow for the time being, moving from safe house to safe house for months until he happened to be returning to his current one with a bag of groceries. He waited until she had wandered onto a relatively deserted street and then stepped out down the way from her. "Long time no see, babe. You gonna avoid me forever and hurt us both with the separation or are you going to admit you need me?"
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Remembering to breathe, learning how it had to work while in motion in the atmosphere alone was one of the first things they'd had to do with the wing packs and it was something she'd never un-learned. So even though her pulse was thudding away strongly enough that she could feel it in her chest, her joints, even under her tongue, her breathing remained stable.
As did her voice, when she replied: "It's worked so far, hasn't it?" Except for the part where it hadn't, not completely, not anywhere close to as well as she would have liked. There had been more than one day where she'd crashed out for at least twelve hours just to recharge her batteries, and even then it hadn't been a real fix, she'd been getting distracted more and more easily the past week or so, enough so that she'd almost cold-clocked Steve for sneaking up on her. Except for the fact that he hadn't, he'd already been in the room and her mind had just been elsewhere.
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He refused to let any of that show as he stared at her like they were in some kind of stand-off. Perhaps they were. He was curious which of them would break first, and he liked to think himself a better man than that or just more used to enduring pain the longer that they were separated. The pounding in his head to get closer and not further was very much present after all.
"You know we can't do this forever or even more than a few more months," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, shifting the bag of groceries to his other arm. "Eventually, we're going to have to get a little close to avoid agony. Of course... acknowledging a bond makes it worse, doesn't it? You haven't told Rogers yet, have you?"
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Besides, it wasn't like they didn't already both know the answer to it.
She did, however, answer the second, shaking her head just once, "No. I haven't. He doesn't need the stress." Because she knew that while he wouldn't drop everything, he would at least drop some of it to find a way to help her, or at least look for some way to make it easier. Or maybe to find someone to try and knock Rumlow off before either of them gave in.
She could still leave. She should leave, before either of them got any ideas. But she couldn't quite make herself do it. Just like she couldn't quite make herself hate him, hell, she didn't even know him, and while she definitely hated who he'd stood for, and more than hated the fucked-up situation, hating him personally was another matter.
"How's your concentration been this week? I'm going to guess pretty crappy, yeah?" Lord only knew hers had been, and she couldn't imagine his had been that much better.
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Rough Bond + Separation & Reunion I guess, also TL;DR omg
On practical level, Sharon realized that the whole soul bond deal was more of a liability than something that could be useful and harmonious with the line of work and the type of life she led. Whether it was civilian or another agent, it was more of a danger and an inconvenience since it affected the perfect mental balance required for S.H.I.E.L.D work, the work and goal that had been her whole life since she heard her aunt Peggy tales, and maybe that was the main reason for a long while she had been quite happy that she had dodged the bullet when it came to it, unlike some other fellow agents.
But of course she couldn’t keep dodging the bullet forever and she felt the tell tale signs of it when she met Brock Rumlow and God, how had she cursed everything that apparently her soul bond was such a cocky and obnoxious bastard that she had pretty much hated from the get go and it had appeared to be mutual. And of course, hate had nothing to do with it when the other instincts of the bond were still there and couldn’t be ignored, but it didn’t stopped things from being bitter, hateful, rough and scornful between them.
It had been that stupid and damn bond what had made her refuse Steve when he had asked her, she didn’t wanted to drag him to the messy deal she was with Rumlow and she still remembered the last time someone had tried to approach her and the man hadn’t liked it, it had been a bit vicious and while she knew Rumlow wouldn’t be able to take on Steve, well she preferred to avoid anything since she didn’t wanted scandal to follow her and it WASN’T because there was a barely there twinge of protectiveness for the bastard.
So when it turned out her soul bond was a Hydra agent, she hadn’t exactly been that surprised and she just KNEW it, the moment Steve message had come she knew it and she hadn’t regretted pointing that gun or starting that fight with him, he was her soul bond yes, but it didn’t changed she hated him more than anything and that he had aided to taint her long life dream. After that whole ordeal was over, she had briefly seen him on the hospital and whatever pang she felt at seeing him like that was quickly smothered by her disdain and scorn against him.
And that had been around six months ago, he had of course broken out or had been aided by Hydra to leave the hospital, and he had fallen off the radar. Thankfully he hadn’t tried to search for her and she was very good at ignoring the effects the separation were having on her, she had carried on and right now, she was feeling a small pang of victory over the fact she had aided Captain Rogers to finally track down and catch the Winter Soldier, which was a victory over Hydra and the bastard of her soul bond.
Sharon checked her reflection on her bathroom mirror and winced a bit at her split lip, she should count herself lucky that she had only ended with a few bruises and scrapes, considering who they had been against. “It really could have been worse.”
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Still, they managed around it, the few times that they reduced themselves to the kind of activity that was required for upkeep and contentment had been few and far between. The times it had happened, it had been rough and engaging, the kind of sex that left him worn out but entirely satisfied even after he rolled out of bed, set her down from being nailed against a locker or hiking his pants up after a trip to the couch. It was all good stuff, but he was just as content to leave.
Then actual life got in the way, he'd almost died and instead lost any chance of getting too far in the United States anymore. He spent months in recovery, carefully monitored from a few medical professional whose over all point of view of life aligned with his own and they hadn't been exposed in the big information dump. They had been the reason he had gotten out, and he slipped away without much thought for his bond. He knew she was out there.
Eventually, the separation was uncomfortable enough to go looking for her. The Soldier was out of HYDRA's hands for the moment, but he didn't care about that. With help of current information, he found her apartment and slipped inside, the first time he had probably been there. It smelled like her, and that soothed some of his rough nerves as he waited for her to return and stalked quietly to the bathroom.
"It can always get worse, sweetheart," he said as he stepped into the doorway. "How about a kiss for old time's sake?"
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“You mean worse than having you in my apartment?” She decided not to dignify the last question with an answer, since she will be more than happy to give him a punch for old time’s sakes. “I really thought that you had died, but then some pests are quite hard to get rid of.”
And she might need to ask someone to keep her location better guarded or to move again, after the whole mess and with all the exposure she had left the apartment where she had been monitoring Steve and it only made place to get a new place, for a brand new start and one that hadn’t included him. It also annoyed her that he was on her place, before everything happened, they had never been in each other places and on the times they had engaged the other in a bed, it had been in hotels and the like, never their actual homes.
“Who took care of you, hmm?” Her eyes flickered over him; it must have been professionals obviously since he wouldn’t have survived otherwise. “You were looking worse than usual last I saw you, darling.”
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"If I had died, you'd have been the first to know. The bond breaks and then you get the pleasure of wallowing in depression and then following me into death," he said conversationally. Because he had a bond, it meant that he had looked into the ins and outs of it, especially given that they stood on opposite sides and he couldn't have something like her getting killed off mess up his real life choices. It wasn't that ironic to him that it had almost been him to take them to death together.
"I have friends in high places, I guess. A real smooth guardian angel," he said with a shrug. The scarring was minimal, skin grafts clean. The real miracle of science and becoming a HYDRA experiment of his own for a month or two. Whatever. "You're looking the same. Got a boyfriend yet?"
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