"Mr. Rogers, you have a guest." Jarvis announced, nodding his head, Steve subtly glanced at me, smiling at him brightly instantly knowing what he meant.

"Can I come?" I asked, Steve smiled and nodded, offering his hand, placing mine to his, he softly dragged me up and intertwined our hands, "Be right back." He said, earning nods from everyone.

"I met someone who can help us find Bucky." He started, "You sure you don't want them to know?" I asked, Steve sighed, "Not yet. Until we find him. I'll let them know once we find enough information where he is." He answered, nodding my head, lifting our joined hands and placing a kiss on the back of his hand.

"Everything will be fine. You have us, Steve." I said, softly, Steve smiled at me and caressed my face, "Okay." He mumbled, humming as I leaned to his touch.

Arriving at the drawing room, a man facing his back on us, sitting comfortably on the couch, "Sam." Steve called, the man turned his head and a smile plastered on his face.

"Captain." He replied, Steve chuckled and went to him, Sam stood up, "Via, this is Sam. Sam, Via, my soulmate." Steve said, smiling at him and politely shook his hand, "Pleasure meeting you, ma'am." He said, "You too." I replied.

"She knows?" He asked, Steve nodded his head, "She investigated it first." Steve replied, Sam nodded his head, the three of us took a seat and they began talking about Bucky.

"Winter Soldier?" A voice asked, the three of us turned, a little startled at the sudden unknown presence. Biting my lips seeing it was Nat, "What about him?" She added, raising her eyebrow and looking at each one of us.

Slowly strutting towards us, Nat sat beside me, giving me a glance and nod before looking at the two men sitting in front of us.

"Continue." She commanded, Steve heaved a sigh and nodded at Sam to continue, "HYDRA has been keeping him alive by this thing called cryostasis." Sam continued.

"Basically, an ice coffin." I commented, Nat leaned her head on my shoulder, immediately adjusting my position so that she can be more comfortable.

"Just like what happened to you Steve. But HYDRA found him, they let him hibernate and only woke him up when they needed to dispose of someone." I said, the three of them looked at me with wide eyes.

"What? I told you, I've been looking for him these past months." I added, "Secretly? Without telling one of us?" Steve asked, humming and nodding my head as my answer.

"Why are you finding a criminal? Did he do something to you?" Nat asked, worriedly, "No, but he's our soulmate." I replied, Nat immediately went silent hearing my answer.

"Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited for over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years." Nat started, furrowing my eyebrows hearing what she said, "So he's a ghost story." Steve replied, my eyes momentarily widened realizing they were saying their dialogues in the movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

"Years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me." Nat added and lifted her shirt, showing us the scar of a bullet wound on her stomach.

"Can you describe him?" Sam asked, "He's fast. Strong. Had a metal arm." Nat replied. "A Soviet slug, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis." Nat continued.

"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now." Steve sarcastically countered, "Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried. Like you said, he's a ghost story." Nat answered, "But, I already have information about him." I said.

"And where did you get the information?" Sam asked, their attention on me, squirming under their gazes and exhaling a sigh, "She wants to keep her identity anonymous." I replied, "So it's a she." Nat said, nodding her head.

"Sorry for the interruption. Agent 13 is here." Jarvis announced, making our discussion halt, the elevator opened revealing a blonde woman, wearing a blue striped long sleeve polo tucked in black trousers and black combat boots.

Steve stands up and goes to greet Sharon, biting the inside of cheek noticing how she stare so intently and openly gawking at Steve's body. The two of them went back to us, "Everyone, Agent 13, Sharon Carter. This is Sam Wilson." Steve started, Sam smiled and offered his hand which she accepted.

"Agent Rom..." Sharon interrupted Steve, "Natasha Romanoff." Sharon said, smiling at her, Nat smiled back and gave her a nod, "And Via. Via, Sharon Carter, Agent 13." Steve added, looking at me, "Nice meeting you." She said, offering her hand which I accepted, my smile widened as her grip tightened.

"You too." I replied as I reciprocated what she did with more force, hearing a faint hiss from her and seeing her eye twitch from the pain. Letting go of her hands, throwing a mock stare before averting my attention back to Nat who in return gave me a smirk.

"I'm here to give these to you, Captain. Director wants you to have this." Sharon started.

And I wanted to see you.

Biting my lips to stifle my smile, hearing what she thought, "I see, thank you." Steve said, giving her a small smile, "I'll be right back, I have to get something." Steve added, nodding our heads, Nat went with him and they soon left the three of us.

"You sure are a lucky one." Sharon started, looking at her, "Pardon?" I asked, "You have a lot of soulmates." She replied, throwing a quick glance at Sam, seeing him exhale a quiet sigh and rolling his eyes.

Raising my eyebrow and giving her a smile, "I do, actually. Ten soulmates to be specific." I replied with pride, "And you meet all of them?" She asked, "Met 8. Still finding the two." I answered, "Good for you then." She said, her eyes clearly showing how envious she is.

"How about you? Any soulmates?" I asked, hearing Sam cleared his throat, "Yeah, had one. He cheated on me." She quickly replied, nodding my head, "I thought you cheated on him." I mumbled, "What?" She asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, nothing. I'm sorry to hear that." I said, placing a hand over my chest and giving her a pity look, putting a little more act to make it more dramatic. "It's okay, that was a long time ago. What do you think others feel knowing you have so many soulmates?" She asked.

Humming as I looked up, thinking how should I answer her, "You don't clearly deserve to have that many." She added.

Especially Steve.

A chuckle escapes my lips upon hearing her thoughts, how desperate can she be, "You know, others don't have one while you have ten." She continued, raising her eyebrow at me.

"If I was you, I wanna be me too." I replied, a wrinkle formed between her eyebrows, "I was blessed to have many soulmates, but I'm not stupid..." I said, staring at her directly in her eyes, "to give mine just so that they can have one. I know when to give to those who need my help. But I'm a very possessive woman, especially to my soulmates. And I will kill anyone..." pausing as I gave her a cold stare, "who will do harm or take my soulmates away from me." I added, scowling at her.

Sharon scoffed and stood up, "I forgot I have something else to do." She said, "Like what? Getting others' soulmates?" I asked, Sharon looked back, glaring at what I said, slightly tilting my head to the side, raising my eyebrow.

"You..." smirking at her, "What? Bitch... Cunt... Slut... Whore... Sweetie please, if that's what you'll say then go and enhance your vocabulary." I countered, smiling at her.

"Wait till Steve knows about this." She threatened, "Sure. Want me to go with you?" I asked.

Sharon left, exhaling a sigh and rolling my eyes as soon as she left my sight, Sam laugh and gave me two thumbs up, "Damn, I wouldn't want to get on your bad side woman." He commented, earning a soft chuckle from me, Nat and Steve returned and eventually went back discussing about Bucky.

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"Rivia... Rivia... Rivia..."

Waking up with a jolt as I kept hearing someone calling my name, I looked through the clock on the wall.

3:00 AM

"Damn it." I mumbled. Groaning for my failed attempt to go back to sleep, I slowly dragged myself up and went to the kitchen to get some water, exhaling a satisfied sigh feeling the liquid in my throat.

Feeling a sudden headache, placing the glass on the counter as I grasp my head, "What the fuck." I muttered, tightly closing my eyes as the pain intensified, catching my breath a memory flashed in my mind.

There was a place repeatedly flashing on my mind as I focused my attention to that place, the pain suddenly vanished, slowly opening my eyes and abruptly standing up. Gone was the familiar tower, what greeted me was an open plain full of grass. It was a beautiful scene, but it didn't endear me. Instead, the eerie feeling overwhelmed me.

The sinister stench of death was lingering in the air. Looking down, I'm now wearing a long-sleeve and smock Victorian style nightgown. The cloth was light and flowy, yet still it was still quite cozy.

"Where am I?" I murmured and started to wander around, "I longed to meet you, my poppet. I missed you so much." startled, hearing a guttural voice.

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Jolting awake, "Via." I mumbled, feeling my heart tighten and uneasiness spread to my body. "No." I added, quickly got up, wore my shoes and sneakily passed through the front door.

"I have to get to him." I murmured and began running towards his direction, "Come on, Claude. Faster." I said, accelerating my speed and minutes later arriving in front of the house.

Panting heavily, I begin to knock at the door, "Open up, magician!" I shouted, the door opened, a man wearing a red cape looked at me, raising his eyebrow.

"Go home, kid." He said, "Listen here, old man. Via is in danger." I quickly said, "I don't know who Via is." He replied, "She's your soulmate, Idiot." I answered, exhaling a breath and looking at him in the eyes.

"She's in danger. I can feel it. We have to find her before he does." I added, the man seemed too stunned to utter a word, "NOW!" I shouted, a shiver running all over my body.

"Come inside." He said, nodding my head and following him, "Tell me about her. And where can she probably be if you feel that she's in danger." He said.

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Quickly turning towards where the voice comes from, a man wearing a black suit standing in the distance, "Come back to me." He said.

"Come back to you? I didn't even know you, mister." I replied, hearing a chuckle escaping from him, "Davia Eibhlin Amery Bazin." He softly muttered, a shiver ran over my body, "I don't know who that is. My name is Rivia Jones. You mistook me for someone." I answered.

"You don't remember." He said, sadness filled his voice, "What are you talking about?" I asked, and walked towards him, "You make me so sad, my poppet." He added, halting my steps, feeling a stinky liquid on my bare feet.

My breath hitched and body frozen seeing the once open plain of green was now covered with red, blood and corpses lying around. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ." I mumbled, covering my mouth with my hand.

"Did you see it? You killed all of them." He said, averting my eyes to his, "I-I... K-Killed them?" my voice stuttered, roaming my eyes around, "What the fuck are you saying?" I asked, enraged, "Oh, you still have that temper inside of yours." He said, mockingly.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked and angrily marched towards him, stopping a foot away from him, my eyes widened seeing him, "You..." I mumbled, unbelievingly.

He slowly walked towards me, "Get away from her." A voice said, furrowing my eyebrows, seeing Claude glaring at him, "What are you doing here brat." He spat, venomously.

"Leave before I kill you squirt." He added, "I dare you." I warned and went to Claude. "Did he hurt you?" Claude asked, worriedly, "No." I replied, hearing him exhale a breath.

"Good. Time to go." He said, looking at him confusingly, "Come on, we have to get away from this man." He added, "Hey, wizard." Claude called, "Have some respect for the one who's helping you kid." A voice replied, my eyes widened seeing Stephen appeared.

"I won't let you take her away." He said, "Sorry to burst your bubbles, but she's better off without you." Claude countered, sticking his tongue out.

Stephen quickly opened a sling ring and securely grabbed my waist, Claude looked back at him, "Don't you dare go near Via again or I will kill you myself." Claude threatened. "I will take her soon. And I will personally end your life, brat." He replied. "If you can." Stephen said and closed the portal.

Arriving at the tower, it was already morning, Stephen carrying me in his arms while Claude walked beside him, frantic voices can be heard in the living room, the cloak wrapping itself to me, saying my thanks as it gently caresses my face.

"Where is she?"

"Did you eat her snacks?"

"She didn't say where she'll go."

"She's not in her room. Not in the kitchen."

"She's not in the tower."

"Where could she be?"

"What did you do?"

"Is she mad? Angry?"

Clearing my throat gaining everyone's attention, a pregnant silence engulf the room, "Where the fuck did you go?" Tony asked, "Language!" Steve said. As they bombard me with questions and scold me for almost an hour, they eventually introduce themselves to Stephen and let him stay for a while to get to know him more.

A week has passed since that happened, "Bunny." Tony called, "Tony." I replied, marching towards me with a bright smile and gave me a pile of paper.

"What's this?" I asked, "Read it." He said, "Adoption Papers." reading the bold letters in the front page, "Who are you adopting?" I added, looking at him confusingly.

"See for yourself." He replied, furrowing my eyebrows and following him towards the living room.

"Via!" my eyes widened as he hugs my waist and snuggled closer to me. "Claude." I mumbled, looking at Tony while he gave me a wide smile.

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AN:

What a long chap. Have a good day everyone and take care.

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