Fate: Part 2

Fate: Part 2

Emilia woke up with pounding head. Where the hell was she? She squinted her eyes around to get a clear view. All she could make out was a very dark dungeon. How did she reach there? Her mind raced trying to recall. All she remember was her talking to Vincent at Rousseau’s. After convincing him to join hand with her, she left bar for her hideout. But unfortunately, someone came out of nowhere and ambushed her. It happened so quickly that she was not prepared for what happened next. The attacker hit her on the head which rendered her unconscious. All she saw was a blonde face when everything went dark.

She struggled to untie herself. But the knots were too tight. She tried her magic. It was not working. She tried and tried. It still did not work. Panic started rising in her heart. This had not happened to her in decades.

“Hello Emilia.” Someone greeted her. She could not see anyone in the dark.

“Who is it?” she called out. She saw a suited man moving forward. When the face became visible, she gasped. She was fucked. Completely fucked.

Elijah Mikaelson stood there in all his glory, watching her, studying her. Recovering from her initial shock, she stared back at him expressionlessly. She won’t give away anything. Even at the cost of her life. Elijah noticed the change in her. She was defensive now. Ready to fight. He also noticed the small changes in her. She no longer looked like a soft meek teenager he had known two centuries ago. She was a strong woman now. Her hair shorter than before, but messy as always.

“How are you still alive?” he couldn’t help but ask. He got no reply.

­-x-x-x-x-

“Um…. It may not be the right time to ask, but who the hell is she?” Marcel asked.

“That Marcel is sweet, little Emilia Murphy.” Rebekah replied.

“We got that already, Rebekah. Our question is who is she?”

“She is a witch. A Cherai witch, to be specific. And chances are she could be the one who orchestrated the whole kidnapping plan.” Klaus told them.

“Hold On. Cherai witches are all dead. Every last one of them.” Marcel asked.

“Yes they are, Marcel. Or were dead. We were the one who killed them.” Klaus seethed.

“How the hell is she alive then?” Haley questioned.

“I don’t know.” Klaus screamed. He had reached at the end of his patience. First his daughter nearly getting kidnapped. Now an old enemy who was supposed to be dead, was alive and locked in one of the dungeons below.

-x-x-x-

Emilia heard Klaus scream. She was sure Elijah did too. But he did not react. Guess nothing had changed in two century. Niklaus still had tantrum issues. No big deal. And Elijah still cleaned up mess left behind.

“I am a patient man, Emilia. I am sure you know that very well now. So I will not leave until I get answer to my questions.” Elijah said when she had not said anything yet. Suddenly they heard a blast. Taking advantage of Elijah’s distraction, Emilia willed all her powers to break free. She quickly hexed Elijah and ran out of the dungeons.

The scene in front of her eyes caused fear in her, but she quickly masked it and joined the fight. Jake and Chris were shooting arrows at the Marcel and Haley. Klaus looked angry and was going to attack May. If she didn’t intervene now, they would be probably dead. She used her magic to create a shield between them and the Mikaelsons. Klaus tried to attack again, followed by Marcel and Haley, but was thrown backwards, which caused the later two to stop.

“Stop!” They heard someone say. Elijah was back on his feet. He looked amused at the newcomers.

“Now since sweet Emilia here was not telling me anything, how about the rest of you enlighten me?” Elijah said helping Klaus up.

“Why bother with it, brother? Let’s just kill them all.” Klaus said.

“Hold on, Niklaus.” Then turning around to face the newcomers, he continued, “Emilia, if you think you can leave this place unharmed, than think again.” Soon they were joined by the rest of the Mikaelsons- Kol, Davina, Freya, Hope and Rebekah. They were surrounded with no escape. Looks like this would be their end.

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Soulmate part 3

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“How is finding a soul mate put a person in such bad mood?” Thor asked to no one specific.

“It’s Bucky. He is always in bad mood.” Sam answered him.

Apparently Tony was recording the gym the entire time. Steve and Bucky were still in there. As soon as Steve came out of the initial shock, he did a little happy dance, which in turn sent Bucky into shock. In the meantime Tony made Friday announce the news to all the Avengers. Everyone gathered to see Bucky’s confession.

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Once Steve gained control on himself he started asking questions.

“Who is she? Is it a she?”

This brought Bucky out of his trance. He frowned.

“Yes it is a she.” He growled back at his best friend.

“What is her name? How does she look?”

This made Bucky bow his head down. He could feel his heart breaking with each passing moment. His eyes nearly watered.

“I don’t know.” His replied with his broken voice.

The change in Bucky’s voice alerted Steve. He quickly got in to Captain America mode.

“What happened?”

Bucky did not know how to answer that question. Somewhere in his head he thought that his soul mate recognized him and ran away scared. At least the rational part of his head thought that. But another part of him believed that it was not the real reason. He did not know what to think. He told everything to Steve, hoping to find an answer.

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“That makes sense.” Scott said breaking the silence of the room.

“How does it make sense to you Lang?” Bruce asked.

“The girl could have easily run away from him-” Scott would have continued but stopped as soon as he saw Natasha giving him one of her famous murder glare.

“I don’t think it is the reason. Barnes could have had a mis-understanding.” Vision argued.

“Well there is no way to confirm that.” Sam replied.

“Or maybe there is.” Tony said.

“What?” Wanda asked suspiciously. Everyone immediately thought of Tony’s latest adventure. They were not in mood to any weird experiments.

“Oh, you just wait and watch.” Tony said excitedly and ran off somewhere.

“Anyone has a bad feeling about this?” Bruce asked quietly. All hands were raised in answer.

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Bucky was sitting in the common room, watching TV or at least pretending to watch. His mind was elsewhere brewing various scenarios about his soul mate.

Everyone was in the room pretending to do one or the other thing. Bucky sensed the change in atmosphere. He did not question it because he knew that it was pointless. Giving everyone a cold look and sparring Sam and Scott a harsh glare, Bucky turned his attention to the TV.

Tony came rushing into the room and stood in front of Bucky, blocking his view to the TV.

“Move.” Bucky warned him. Instead Tony threw a file at him.

“Read.” He ordered.

Bucky picked the file and opened it. In the very first page was your photo. His eyes grew wide, his breathing stopped. It was his soul mate. The file contained her details. His heart swelled with happiness.

“Y/N Y/L/N” he thought.

A smile was formed on his face. Every Avenger was trying to read Y/N’s information over Bucky’s shoulders.

“She is beautiful.” Wanda said.

“Yes she is.” Bucky agreed. For him she was the most beautiful being. Her soft brown eyes, her short messy hair. Everything about her was beautiful to him.

“She was in the middle of an important meeting when she felt the mate pull.” Tony explained.

“So she did not run away getting scared of him?” Sam asked.”Aww man. That would have been more interesting.”

Bucky heaved a sigh of relief and a thought came to his head making him frown again.

“Are you not going to get her Buck?” Steve asked.

“No.” Bucky replied still staring at Y/N’s picture.

“What?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you crazy?”

Everyone started asking at once.

“Shut up. It is my soul mate. It is my decision if I want to meet her or not. It’s none of your business.” Bucky shouted.

“But why?” Steve asked.

“Because I don’t want to drag her into my mess. I don’t want her to put her life in danger. And because-“ Bucky stopped.

“And because what Bucky?” Steve asked.

“Because I don’t want to hurt her.” He said softly.

No one knew how to change his mind as they knew how risky it was to be associate to Avengers.

Ding

“Hey everyone! What happened?” Peter asked cheerfully.

Instead of reply everyone started leaving the room.

“Scott? What happened?” Peter asked again. And Scott filled him in.

Part 4 will come up soon and it would be the last of the Soulmate Series.

Thank you.

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Saving Steve

You were done for the day. You had cleaned the kitchen, made schedule for the next day, and were rearranging the tables, when you heard the front bell ring, signalling the arrival of a customer.

“Sorry we are close-” she stopped mid-sentence seeing the person.

“Bucky?” She exclaimed surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I… um… I thought I’ll visit, and … um I …I was carving your pastries…. I’ll come tomorrow.” Bucky replied and turned to get out of there.

“No wait.” You stopped him quickly. “Come in. I’ll quickly make your favourite.”

“No. No. It’s okay. You should be going home now. I’ll get it tomorrow.”

“Oh Shut up. You get your avenging ass over your usual table, I’ll be back soon.” And with that you rushed to the kitchen. While preparing Bucky’s favourite, your mind started to wander on various thoughts, especially how you became friends with some of the Avengers.

Bucky was your regular customer. Not that you noticed. He usually came in when the rush was high. Sitting quietly in the corner of your little bakery, without bothering or complaining. Slowly other Avengers started joining him. Sometimes it was Sam or Natasha. Most of the times it was the Captain America himself. In time they soon became your favourite customers. They were nicer than some of our customers, even after they spend better part of their life trying to fight some tough battles.

You made small talks with all of them, except Bucky. The communication between you and Bucky were strictly on the basis of food. You always made something new, which he would be the first one to taste. If he enjoyed it, only then it would come out on the counter for sale, and Bucky would go home with some extra on the house. Otherwise it would be a goodbye. But luckily most of the time it was the first case.

“Okay try this.” You said, sliding on the chair in front of him. You watched as Bucky devoured your latest creation. It literally warmed your heart.

“So? How’s Steve? It has been long since I saw him. Did he do what I told him to do on Valentine’s day? Sharon would have really loved it?” You asked Bucky. Bucky stopped eating, a pained look appeared on his face.

“Bucky? Are you alright?” You asked worriedly.

“Steve and Sharon broke up.” He murmured so softly, that if it had not been the quite of the night you would have definitely missed it.

“What? Why?” You could not help screaming. Bucky flinched hearing your scream. You lowered you voice and asked again.

“Why?” Bucky shrugged.

“Oh dear.” You were sad to hear it. You always believed that Steve and Sharon had something special between them. They were according to you- a match made in heaven.

“Tony took everyone out. He is trying to get Steve’s mind off the breakup. And there was a new bar that he wanted to try out. Some place called Executive Lounge or something.” Bucky said. He was happy to get it out of his chest.

“Tony took Steve where now?” You screamed again shocked.

“Executive Lounge. I think.” Bucky replied giving you a weird look. You were screaming a lot tonight.

“Bucky-” You started after recovering from your shock. “This place… um … where Tony has taken Steve is not a bar.” Now Bucky was really confused. What the hell were you talking about?

“It’s a strip club.” You said. Bucky expression changed from confused to shock as he grasped your words. He clearly regretted for not going with Steve.

“I think we should save Steve.” He said. And with that both of you rushed out for your mission.

-x-x-x-

You had never broke into any place. But tagging along with an ex-assassin meant you were going to break into the strip club. So far you had managed to stay hidden. All you had to do is now was to find Steve. Which was really very, very difficult. You both made way towards the VIP section of the club and hid behind the bar. Your guess was right. Tony Stark had rented out the entire VIP section. You spotted some of the other Avengers too. The odds were not in your favour. You spotted Steve in the centre. He looked uncomfortable. You signalled Bucky, and pointed him towards Steve, but his eyes were on someone else. You followed Bucky’s gaze. Sharon? What the hell was she doing here? You and Bucky shared a confused look.

The music started playing announcing the beginning of the show. The curtains were up and there stood a beautiful woman wearing a revealing piece. She started her sensuous performance. Bucky’s face was red with embarrassment. Even if he was a ladies man back in 40s, he was not used to such type of skin show. He was sure that Steve would be embarrassed too. And he was right. Steve looked like he would throw up anytime now.

“Look Sharon is jealous.” He heard you say. He looked at Sharon. Surely she looked jealous.

“I have an idea.” You said.  Before Bucky could ask you about it you left your hiding place with a ‘don’t move’ command. Bucky waited and waited. He was getting restless with time. Soon you joined him, with an excited gleam in your eyes.

“What did you do?” He asked you. You silenced him and continued to watch. The music changed, and soon a male stripper arrived on the stage. He walked up to the ladies. Maria and Natasha seemed to enjoy the show, Wanda looked shy and Sharon clearly looked uncomfortable.

“Look. Steve is jealous.” You pointed out to Bucky. And sure enough, Steve looked like he was going to murder the male stripper.

“This was Tony’s plan to get them together- Steve and Sharon. So he brought them here, hired a hot female stripper to make Sharon jealous. I just went and added the male stripper to speed things up.” You explained.

The plan was genius. And it was working. The male stripper got a little too close to Sharon, which was enough for Steve to lose his cool. He stood up, threw the guy in the other side of the room, pulled Sharon out of the club. Mission Accomplished.

“I think we should go.” Bucky told you. You nodded, and you both made out of the club without anyone spotting you.

“I think you need to find another place to stay.” You told Bucky as you were walking down the street. Bucky could not help but groan.

-x-x-x-

“Was it me or did any one of you spotted Barnes?” Scott asked. The show continued after Steve left, and others were clearly enjoying it.

“Bucky was here.” Wanda confirmed.

“With a lady.” Thor added.

“Who might be this mysterious lady?” Tony wondered. He will dig the details tomorrow. Barnes better watch it out.

Soulmate part 1

A soul mate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity.  Someone who is your one and only. And when you find them, you feel that your life is finally complete. All your decisions, all your moments in life take you one step closer to them. A few lucky ones have some sort of sign. It could be anything.  A voice in the head, a tattoo like mark, a name inked permanently somewhere in your body. Some have timers. While the rest just go with the flow, finding their soul mate whenever they were meant to be found.

You were in the ‘go with the flow’ category. While everyone around you were eager to find their soul mate, you would be busy living your dream. Your sister spent days and months to find her ‘George’, you started teaching yourself how to play violin. Your roommate went around looking for similar tattoo on all the male she met, scaring a few of them- you took a road trip. You believed that you should live your life to fullest, make memories, so that when you meet your soul mate you can tell him (or her) about your adventures. Understandably not everyone could understand your logic.

Today was one of the most important days of your life. And you were late. You and your colleague were going to interview a prominent personality for your magazine. That is if you reach the venue on time. Rushing through the commuters you managed spot the building in front of you. Entering the building, you went to the receptionist for directions when you were interrupted by your colleague.

“You were almost late.” He accused you. His head was covered with small beads of sweat. It definitely showed that he was nervous.

“I am sorry. Really sorry. I had a late start.” You explained.

Still glaring at you, he said,

“I would have killed you if I ended up doing this alone. You know how nervous I get? I almost had a panic attack.”

“I am really, really sorry. I am here now and you don’t have to worry at all. Everything would be fine.” You tried to assure him. In spite of your assurance, the worry lines on his forehead were still present. Hoping that the rest of the day goes without any such pressure test, you both walked to the room were the interview was held.

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So far everything was going well. You were in the middle of asking some important question when it happened. You felt a sudden pull in your chest. You ignored. Your short pause didn’t go unnoticed.  Your colleague raised his brows asking what happened. You shook your head as discretely as possible and focused on your job.

Again you felt the pull. Stronger this time. You were thrown backwards with your chair. You could not understand what was happening. Every eyes in the room were on her. Some curious, some confused.

Again you felt the pull. This time you were thrown towards the door.

“Just follow it. Don’t fight it.” You heard someone say. Was it your guest? You were not sure. You just followed the pull physically. But your mind was entirely on the interview. This- whatever it was, was going to cost you your job.

Suddenly you crashed into someone. Instead of falling down hard on your ass, you felt a pair of arms- a warm and a cold, holding you securely. You looked up and froze. Blue. The calmest blue you had ever seen. You were lost in it, so deep that the world around you simply did not matter. Nothing mattered more than the person who held you. Not even your interview.

As soon as the thought of interview passed through your mind, you broke out of the trance. Apologizing to the stranger you rushed back to your incomplete appointment, without waiting for any reply.

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Bucky stared into his empty arms and then at the crowd where the woman disappeared. His heart even more broken and his soul as empty as before. His soul mate just ran away from him.

Part 2 will be out soon.

And Now They Are Jealous!

This is something which I had written ages ago. Please let me know how it is. You can imagine your own characters. 

It was a small get together three years ago, planned months in advance, when she had become an object of joke among her friends. She sat their laughing, playfully arguing back, but no one could see how her heart ached at the words thrown at her. All because she had never been in love. Because she never had that ‘special someone’ to hold her hand, to hug her tight and kiss her fears away. She never had that ‘special someone’ to surprise her with gifts, who would take her out for a romantic dinner and who would tell her ‘I love you’ when she was upset.

They started advising her on what to wear, how to talk, how to walk. The told her to mellow down a bit on her strong will, be shy and coy instead of speaking her mind. They simply told her to tone down the very attitude which not only defined her , made her stand out in the crowd , but also attracted them to her in the first place. Though they did admire her, they weren’t  sure that she will ever come across a man who would accept her as she is, without any compromise.

Today she walked into the same room, among the same people, hand in hand with a person she called her ‘life’. She was the same person they had known for years- strong-willed, frank and unapologetic. If anything changed in those years were her smile- which was more genuine, her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness, confidence radiated from her. All her traits which made her unique, for which she was laughed at, were amplified.

The man next to her held her with so much care, as if she was the most precious thing in his life. His eyes were filled with love and adoration for the woman beside him. He watched her interact with other, listening closely to each and every word she had spoken, paying her his undivided attention. And when he thought no one was watching them, he would give her a quick peek on her cheeks, which would result in her blushing madly.

But they saw. They saw them madly in love with each other. They saw her- still the same, true to herself and uncompromised. They saw him happy, sated and proud. They did not know their struggles, they did not know the pain and hardship they had to face- to achieve such love. No, they did not know and they did not care. But hell, they were jealous.