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You never really believed in the whole soul mates idea. You were very skeptical. None of your friends had met their mates, and neither had you. You were twenty seven years old, so the thought that you should have met him or her by now weighed heavily into your suspicion of believing.
Soul mates were supposed to have a mental link and an emotional link, but it only activates for the first time by touch.The smallest thing can set it off, a handshake even. That’s why you didn't think it was real. In your line of work, you shook a lot of hands. You were one of the most sought after art dealers in the country. You had dealt with millions of dollars in art in the few short years you’d been doing it. It did help that you took after your father.
The DeMartel name was well known and you had met many people over the years, so why hadn't you met your soulmate yet?
Things were about to change, in ways you never thought were possible.
Sometimes you really hated your job. Did you love collecting and selling art pieces? Or course you did. Did you love being confined in a skintight couture dress at a fancy gala where old men thought they had a chance with you?
No. You did not.
It was a charity gala where they were auctioning off art from the museum to raise money for schools in the area. You had helped the museum procure most of the pieces it had, so they invited you. Initially you had thought it would be an in and out appearance, but so many people had wanted to talk to you about various pieces that were there.
You had a full day tomorrow, you were on a flight back to Manhattan first thing in the morning, you were having a meeting with Tony Stark. That made you nervous. You had done deals for him before, but only through Pepper Potts, his assistant turned CEO of Stark Industries. Meeting Tony Stark was different.
You put on a smile when the limo pulled up to the gala, cameras flashing when your door opened. You walked the carpet and gave your interviews, and headed into the building. It was decorated beautifully and for just a minute you were in awe at all the artwork on display. Pieces that you put in there.
Heinrich Schafer, a well known scientist, was set to give a speech at the gala, he was the biggest donor there that evening and you were actually excited to hear him speak. You were at the bar when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw that it was none other than Schafer himself.
“Hello Ms. DeMartel, I am Heinrich Schafer. I understand that you have procured most of the pieces in this museum, yes?” He asked, his accent thick. You nodded and put your hand in his outstretched one, giving him a smile.
“Yes that’s right. It’s an honor to meet you sir, and an honor to be invited tonight.” You told him.
“Yes well, I hope you enjoy the evening and I hope that you will be available for any business the museum might need in the future.” He told you. You nodded and watched him walk to the center of the room, presumably to get ready for his speech.
You grabbed your drink and headed for the stairs, to get a better view, the heels you were wearing didn’t make up for the fact that you were still short. When you rounded the corner on the second set, you bumped into someone, or rather, they bumped into you. A hand shot out around your back to stop you from falling and a shock ran through your body.
You looked up into a pair of blue eyes and damn if they weren’t piercing. He looked just as startled as you did and a wave of fear washed over you.
What just happened. That was a voice inside your head that wasn’t yours. No, this couldn't be happening could it?
Can you hear me? You said in your mind, probaby to yourself. The man’s eyes shot up to yours and they widened.
Yes I can hear you. He said. The emotions you were feeling from him were overwhelming, he was scared of something, truly scared. He was shaking as he held you and it looked like he was fighting an inner battle with himself. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it, letting you go.
“I have to go.” He told you, letting go and walking away.
“Wait!” You called, but he wasn’t listening.
Please wait. You said to him. He stopped, but didnt turn to you.
I can't. He replied. Why? Why couldn’t he wait and just talk to you? A wave nervousness pushed through the fear that you were feeling from him, and you watched him twirl the staff in his hand and club someone over the head with it.
You dropped your wine glass and covered your mouth with your hand. He turned to you and gave you a solemn look before he attacked Schafer and flipped him over onto a table. He pulled something out of his pocket and stuck it on Schafer’s eye, killing him.
Everyone started to scream and run, but you were rooted to your spot on the stairs. He had a wicked smile on his face, but it faded just slightly when he looked at how horrified you were at what he had done.
Loki looked around at all the chaos he had caused, then back up to the woman who was apparently his soulmate. He didn't think they existed. He didn't want this. He never wanted this. This was Thanos, in his head. He looked down at Schafer, and he felt his anger take control again.
You were dragged outside with the rest of the attendees and found a spot just on the side of the building to lean on. Your breathing became erratic and you put your hand over your chest, feeling your heart beating fast. What in the hell just happened?
You saw him appear in front of the crowd at the entrance of the building. He was dressed in clothes that obviously were not from this time or planet even? A helmet with horns appeared on his head as he instructed the crowd to kneel before him. Nobody moved, and then with a flash of the staff, they were forced to.
You watched one man stand, saying he wouldn't kneel. Just as he was about to be forced to, Captain America landed in front of him. You watched them fight, and couldn't believe what you were seeing. None of this made any sense.
You watched Iron Man land and they took your soulmate away in cuffs, on a jet, to God knows where.
“I have to get out of here.” You whispered, stumbling back to the hotel you were staying in.