One of Three (Amy-Verse Marvel)

Amelia Carter-Sousa had known for most of her life that she was an odd one. It was rare for a person to have more than one soulmate, let alone three. Yet somehow she did. Her brothers teased her relentlessly, as had her cousins but her Nana and Pop-pop had dried any shed tears. Margaret Carter and Daniel Sousa had comforted their youngest granddaughter, they knew she was unique for her situation. But her parents and grandparents loved her all the same.

When she met the first of her soulmates, Amy was twenty and in her first year at S.H.I.E.L.D.s Ops Academy. Amy often sat alone during mealtimes, as most cadets were frightened of her. Given that she was a legacy with quite a few family members in the agency. She found it difficult to adjust to the constant stares and whispers.

One day, during lunch a voice asked, “Is this seat open?”

Brown eyes looked up from the turkey sandwich on her plate. Amy’s eyes widened as she took in the tall, dark haired male with eyes the color of whiskey. Amy didn’t dare utter a word, instead she nodded in reply before she returned her attention back to her meal. A fear filled the petite brunette, that prevented her speaking.

Was he one of her three? The question bounced in her thoughts at the recognition of those words printed on her body.

Lunch passed in silence between the pair as they ate their meals. Once the male was finished, he stood to leave.

“I’m Grant, by the way. Grant Ward,” he casually threw over his shoulder before he left the cafeteria.

Amy sat at the table for a few more moments before she stood and discarded her finished meal. She shook her head, as she contemplated calling her Nana. But decided against it.

The day passed quickly for the young female cadet. Soon, it was time for dinner and Amy chose Chinese for her meal. Something told her, she was going to want the comfort food for the night. Amy spotted her usual spot, the table was empty thankfully.

Quickly, she grabbed a seat and pulled her StarkPad from her bag. She began to read a book, a simple romance novel that she had been wanting to read for a while. It was mostly fluff, but Amy didn’t mind. Books were a comfort to her, especially when no one was brave enough to try and get to know her.

A few minutes into her meal, the chair across from her scraped against the floor. With a peek through her lashes, Amy recognized Grant Ward. Confusion filled her thoughts, why would he sit with her at dinner? She wasn’t the greatest company, especially with someone who could potentially be one of her soulmates.

Words stayed silent on her lips.

“Good book?” Grant asked as he met Amy’s dark gaze.

A flush flooded her cheeks briefly before she nodded. Her attention returned back to her book. Together the pair enjoyed their meals in silence. Neither spoke but it wasn’t an awkward silence.

After that day, a routine formed for the pair. Meals were eaten together in silence, Grant would give a greeting. Amy silently replied, usually with a smile, she couldn’t figure out what to say to him. Anxiety bit into her, as she wondered.

A week passed before she finally asked the question that had been on her mind since their first interaction together.

“Why do you bother to sit with me? No one here wants to deal with a legacy,” she commented in the middle of lunch.

Whiskey colored eyes widened in shock. Grant nearly choked on his turkey sandwich, at the familiar words. Words one Amelia Carter-Sousa uttered, for the first time in his presence.

A sigh fell from Amy’s lips as she muttered, “Please don’t die on me. I don’t want to explain to Director Fury that I somehow managed to kill my soulmate.”

After a few seconds, Grant blinked quickly before he spoke, “Do you have other...” he trailed off not sure how to ask without coming off as rude.

Amelia heard the unfinished question, as she followed his train of thought, she nodded.

Grant sighed in relief, “I thought I was the only one.”

Brown locked onto brown, as Amy tentatively reached out to touch Grant’s hand. She gave him a reassuring squeeze. “No, it’s not just you. Do you want to head to the gym?” she asked.

A firm nod was her answer, together the pair stood. They tossed their lunch and left the cafeteria. Before they could approach the gym, Amy grabbed Grant’s hand. She pulled him off course and led him to the dorms. Rather, her dorm, which was a single and on a floor on it’s own.

-fin