“Is it so terrible for me to want to feel like I have a purpose, like I mean something to someone?”
The search for purpose was a journey Kara knew well. Like the pages of a well worn novel or the soles of those one of a kind shoes that Kara wore everywhere because nothing felt as right.
To lack a defined purpose was the unspoken norm, swept under carpets and locked away in narrow hall closets.
Searching for purpose felt a lot like loneliness, anger, uncertainty and anguish. It felt as if something just wasn’t right and shame on her for not knowing. In a room full of smiling faces - full of laughter and friendships and ‘I love yous’ - it was foreboding and exiling.
Alex was never supposed to understand that search.
Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!
Word Count: 1,723
A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.
Nat raised a brow, a mysterious
curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders
stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his
ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that
had eaten the canary, and wanted to
“You left your phone on the coffee
table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.
His eyes narrowed. “What did you
do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.
She merely shrugged before she
turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See