A Sniper, A Soldier, and A Fangirl: Part 7
Prompt: Sometimes life sucked. You’d found that out early in life. An
embarrassing incident here, an anxiety attack there, and voila an
introvert was born. And to be completely honest you were okay with that
fact. Being introverted was not a bad thing, it allowed you time to do
the important things like, obsess over fictional characters, or write,
or work, or study, or geek out in general. It was a simple life, but it
was a good life. THen the impossible happened, you got sucked into a
fictional world that wasn’t actually fictional, and found out two of
your favorite characters were your soulmates. You weren’t sure if you
were lucky, or just crazy.
AN: So for the sake of this plot I’m following the movies not the comics, because it makes my life easier. Also time/ story lines are about to go askew, so prepare yourself! Basically I’m playing puppet master with the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Pairing: Reader X Clint Barton X Steve Rogers
Your chosen safe house ends up being a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Both Clint and Steve seem to be familiar with it, and as you step inside Clint explains, “This is one of Fury’s old safe houses. It’s off of SHIELD’s records, and there’s a laser fence around the perimeter.”
You nod, and follow them inside. It’s cozy, and reminds you of that one vacation your family had been on, when your father had wanted to get back to nature, but a cabin had been as far as your mother was willing to go.
You explore the inside while Steve and Clint unload the Quinjet. Personally, you’re happy to simply have indoor plumbing, and electricity. You unload the groceries while Clint builds a fire in the fireplace and Steve checks the perimeter. Once everything is settled, you move to the couch and wait. Clint smiles at you from in front of the now roaring fire, and Steve comes back a few minutes later.
You find yourself at a stand still, neither of you sure of the next move to take. You’d meant it earlier, when you’d suggested that the three of you seal the bond. Neither had said anything in the plane, but you can see the worry now.
You smile at them before patting the cushions on either side of you. They move to you seamlessly, taking a seat on either side of you. Together the three of you snuggle in together. Quietly Steve asks, “Are you sure about this?”
Clint adds, “We don’t want to rush you. You’re not familiar with …”
You interrupt him, “I’ve done plenty of reading, and I’ve talked with Natasha. I know that the bond can fade if we don’t seal it, and something tells me, that with whatever war is coming up, we’ll be spending time apart.”
Clint and Steve exchange a look before Steve says, “We don’t want you to seal it because you’re afraid, Y/N. We want to seal it because you want us, forever.”
You bite your lip and sigh, “If I had been born knowing about it, expecting this mark, how quickly would we have sealed the bond.”
Clint sighs, “Honestly? Probably within the first twenty-four hours. That’s typically all the time it takes for soulmates to make up their minds.”
“We’re nearly two weeks out, and I’ll admit I’m scared. I’m scared I’m going to lose the two of you, and I’m terrified that I’m going to lose this bond because it means something to me. It’s a reminder that I’m loved, that I belong, and for the first time ever, that I have two people I can depend on and trust. I want this. I promise you, I want this.”
You close your eyes as the words leave your mouth. And then you feel the first brush of lips against your neck. Another pair brushes against your lips, and then there are hands roaming your body. Your breath becomes labored, as you open your eyes. Your hear the sound of your zipper sliding down before the dress goes slack, and you allow it to slip down and off your body. You kiss Clint as Steve trails kisses across your soulmark. When you break apart from Clint you turn to Steve, and Clint’s lips attack your neck. Together they guide you back to the bedroom, and as the door closes your whole world changes.
There aren’t exact words that can describe what happens when the soulmark is sealed. It a rush of feeling and emotions, and when everything’s said and done you’re more than a little out of breath. They curl around you. Clint’s head rests on your breasts, while Steve’s face is nuzzled in the crook of your neck, and that’s when you can feel it; an almost tangible bond. The feelings that flow through it are ones of love, and contentment, and with those feelings surrounding you, you have no problem falling fast asleep.
You wake up in the middle of an Avenger Sandwich. The bed is more than a little small for three people, and Clint and Steve are wrapped around you. You are effectively trapped, so you focus on the feelings coming through the bond, they’re not overwhelming, but you’re aware that they’re there. They’re warm and fuzzy and as they wash over you, you snuggle a little further into your soulmates’ embraces, and you fall back asleep.
When you wake up the next time, Clint and Steve are both awake, and talking quietly. You open your eyes slightly and, find light streaming into the room. You turn and bury your head into your pillow. Clint chuckles, before lightly dragging his fingers up and down your back. You lean into his touch as Steve moves hair out of your eyes.
Quietly he asks, “How are you feeling?”
For the first time that morning you take stock of what your body is telling you, and you wince, “A little sore, but nothing too bad. Like I worked out after months of not doing so.”
Clint chuckles, “Best damn workout, I’ve ever had.”
Steve grins, “I’d have to agree.”
You say nothing, as you sit up and make sure that the sheet is still covering your breasts, “What time is it?”
“A little after ten.”
You hmmm, and after several moments of silence you say, “I don’t want to leave the bed.”
Clint kisses you, “We don’t have to.”
You smile into the kiss, “I need food Clint, and Steve has to eat about a billion calories a day to keep up with his metabolism.”
Clint smiles at Steve over you shoulder, “Just as long as we can get back into bed later.”
You laugh and say, “Absolutely.”
Over the next several weeks things fall into a bit of a routine; the three of you go to bed early, wake up late, shower together, before you and Clint cook together, and Steve does the cleaning.
Your days are filled with innocent touches, bad movies, not so innocent kisses, and board games. It’s a quiet existence, and it allows you time to get to know your soulmates. It allows you time to fall in love with your soulmates.
And when it ends, it does so abruptly. You’re lying on the couch with Steve behind you, in what can only be described as a spooning situation, when Clint comes in from practice. He’s covered in sweat, and the look on his face is grim. He tosses down a badge onto the table with a set of numbers flashing on it.
You sit up, and Steve pulls you into his lap. You frown, and Steve asks, “Is that the signal?”
“It’s where he wants us to go.”
Your voice goes a bit hoarse, “All of us?”
Clint kneels in front of you, “Just me and Steve. It’s a base. I’ve only been there once, but something tells me that’s where Fury is running things from. If things go as planned we’ll move into strike teams from there.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, “So I should stay here?”
His eyes meet Steve’s. Slowly Steve says, “The base will be a risk. Word’s out that we’re part of a triad, but not many people know you on sight. It would honestly be better for you to stay here.”
Clint continues, “It’ll cut down on the risk of a possible traitor seeing you, and even kidnapping attempts.”
“And personally, I’d be able to focus better knowing you’re safe.”
You don’t like the idea of being left behind. But you knew the time would come eventually. It’s part of the reason you’d sealed the bond. Looking back, you realize that the distance is now a minor reason, and in the weeks since you’d come to this little cabin these two men had become your world.
You bite your lip to keep the tears from falling, and Steve wraps an arm around your shoulders while Clint lays his head in your lap. The three of you stay like that for a while, and when the tiredness washes over you, Steve picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. That night the three of you wrap yourselves around each other, and that’s how you fall asleep; protected and loved.
It’s fingers running through your hair that wakes you up. Clint’s standing there, dressed in his mission uniform, with his quiver on his back. Steve stands behind him, dressed in his dark blue stealth suit. You sit up, and Clint kisses you, followed by Steve. That’s when the tears come, you do your best to hold them back, but a few slip out.
Steven gently wipes them away, and kisses your hair, “It’s alright doll, let it out. The tears are healthy.”
Clint kisses your forehead, “We’ll be back soon. We promise.”
You nod, not trusting your voice. You follow them to the door, and watch them go. You stay outside until the Quinjet disappears, and an aching, lonely feeling settles over your soul.