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This was something that I had a couple ideas about and it was surprisingly easy to write 6,000 words+ about it. I didn't expect it to come easy, usually I have 1,000 words that sit for about a week before I have an idea about where to go from there. I am happy with this chapter, I hope you are too.
Rating: T for now… I guess. Will more than likely increase.
Marvel/Real world crossover - Darcy Lewis/Bts.
Soulmate Au.
Okay, let's do this.
The first time Kim Seokjin sees his soulmate, it's when he is ten years old and he's pretty sure he's dreaming. How else is he supposed to justify the reason why he is seeing a toddler with a head of dark hair curls and a pair of starlit green eyes, darting across a tile floor on all fours… that is so obviously not a part of the floor plan of his childhood home? That and she didn't look at all Korean… he briefly wondered what his parents will say.
She was painfully young, however cute, and he felt himself slipping into protectiveness by just staring at her. The child before him was on the smaller side and he couldn't remember his pictures portraying him as that tiny . Unknown to him at the time, he would worry less about what she would eat over the years as he would get glimpses in his dreams of her earning her curves with delicious foods that he would make note of. At the time however, he moved to sit next to her with a small smile as she grabbed at her plastic blocks. Instead of trying to stuff one in her mouth however, the sweet child used them to stand up on unsteady feet.
There was a gasp behind them that made him swiftly turn, all the while taking note that his arm passed through her as she startledly fell down on her butt, to look at the dark haired man that was watching her. Seokjin had a thought that the man before him was a little younger than his own parents.
"You almost got it kid." The words the older man spoke to her were gibberish to their audience as her father stepped forward, only to look up at the ceiling with an expectant tone. "Jarvis, you got that?"
Jarvis? What was a Jarvis?
To Kim Seokjin's surprise, the ceiling responded with a crisp British accent. Something that made the father give a crooked smile before saying something, picking her up and bringing her to the kitchen. The scene before him was muted as Seokjin watched her father feed her rice and bland foods that probably the internet told him was good for his daughter. However it was inbetween the moment that he witnessed his soulmate open up her mouth to scarf down the italian bread and throwing up the smashed peas with projectile vomit… that Seokjin knew he wanted to offer her the best, healthy foods that tasted good.
"Darcy!" the man responded as peas hit his rock band t-shirt full force, unintentionally giving the phantom watching his daughter's name.
She wasn't Korean so she wouldn't know the difference between the good Kimchi and the one that is at the restaurants. She wouldn't know that it's Chinese Kimchi and regarded as trash to the people of Korea. There were so many wonderful foods out there and as much as her father was trying, (the chicken drumstick on the plate was at least seasoned), it almost pained Seokjin to think about it.
And as Darcy's father gave her the leftover drumstick to hold and put into her mouth, Kim Seokjin plotted on ways to make such a dinner taste better. He eyed the turn about seasoning rack and realized that much of his favorite yangnyeom weren't on it. And as such, Seokjin wondered if there was any sea salt at all in the house because there sure wasn't any rice wine or Gochujang.
He blinked and directed his attention to Darcy, who had thrown down the drumstick from where she sat in her high chair when he was distracted and was now looking down at it thoughtfully. She ate more bread by little bits of it being hand fed by her father, until there was a plate of scrambled egg gently placed down on the table beside him.
"Tony." The blond woman growled at the man in exasperation - "What? I didn't burn it… this time. J helped." - and ushered the man to go change his shirt. The blond woman, clad in a dark long sleeve shirt and a fashionably styled gray skirt, took his place with a smile. "For a literal genius - Don't worry, I got this… we say no to peas, don't we?"
"And boys!" Tony's voice rang out before darting away, the language leaving Seokjin confused and looking for any hand gestures to come to conclusions.
The woman redirected the last part of her question to Darcy and fed her the eggs, which Darcy ate with a fiery passion until she was trying to reach for the bread. Child did love her carbs , Seokjin noted this with a smile and it went wider when her mother gently inched the peas away from the both of them.
Darcy, noticing this, made a sound of utter disgust and looked at her mother with mistrust. The only response she recieved was more bread in her mouth.
Cute , Seokjin watched on until he woke up in his bed with his covers pressed up against him. Maybe he should talk to Seok-joong first…
Seokjin nodded with the decision and went to get out of bed, now hopeful in the face of both learning about the language that his soulmate would grow up knowing and how to talk his mother into letting him help her cook more.
It's exactly the night of Min Yoongi's tenth birthday, May of 2003, that he closes his eyes and dreams of black curls and starlit eyes. He's sure she's very different than those in his class; skin is a shade of three paler than those he grew up with. Maybe German descent or Italian, he wasn't exactly willing to track her down and ask. She stood in a futuristic looking garage, handing tools of various kinds to where her father was underneath a car, before moving on to draw. He eyed her, she was smaller than him by far but she was… cute, to say the least. Indigo stained the white dress that cloaked her body, a strip of paint that had too much ambition to settle for the paper. A robot rolled forward towards her, its mechanical wheels squeaking before it made happy noises when it reached her.
She spoke to it, showing it her drawing and seemed to bore her orbs into the lenses looking back at her almost if … Almost if, she actually wanted its opinion on it. It made a boop noise in confusion - me too , Yoongi shook his head but stayed smartly silent to take in the childish, wholesome scene before him - before she rolled her eyes to respond verbally in irritation.
The music that flowed through the garage had a beat that was catchy; and as it hit Yoongi's ears he tried to break it apart, find what laid at the heart of it, what the artist was trying to tell the listener. The singer held a voice that was raw and powerful, sure, but it was the symphony behind him that called for Yoongi's attention. It was bass, and guitar, and drums. Loud, almost too much, but there was brilliancy in the chaos. There was life and dreams in the notes that the singer only could try to match up to.
Was this the kind of music they always listened to? The kind that they preferred? He knew a thing or two about music, his parents wanting him to learn the piano to show off to their friends.
So focused, he almost missed his soulmate's name, "Darcy, come over here." Darcy , Yoongi repeated and then out loud to test her name on his tongue. Different, not bad though. He watched as she dropped her paper that looked like a goat in a ballerina's tutu, and moved to where her father was. She slid underneath the car after he scooted over and patted the floor underneath them, he spoke to her a little in clear efforts to try to get her interested. It seemed to be working a little until oil leaked a little on them, specifically her neck, she squealed like the little girl she was the liquid hitting her skin and scrambled from underneath the sleek red car.
Her father followed, took one good look at her and laughed. The sound made her pout before she ran forward and seared some on him. This quickly turned into a mixture of tag and a… oil fight? Their laughter bounced off the walls around them, echoing in happiness as the robot Darcy was talking to rolled over her drawing, the piece of paper forgotten.
As for Yoongi, he decided that if he could remember Darcy's smile when he woke up, he would try to write a good beat or maybe a poem. …He heard from a friend that all girls liked poems.
Kim Namjoon was 8 when he first saw his soulmate, smart little thing she was, learning the language of her father that was all the while teaching Namjoon. They went through colors, shapes, numbers, letters and sounds; all the while Darcy was soaking it up like a sponge.
"She could still be a genius." The balding, almost heavy set looking guy said to her father, "Even if she is a female."
Darcy, however young she was, seemed to understand his words to a certain degree. The same words that had Namjoon, with his now broken English, infuriated. So what if she was female? So what if she was or wasn't a genius? …Why did it matter?
"Opie? Shut up." Her father, Tony Stark apparently, looked up at him with a fake smile. And it was with hardened eyes that made him cut off the 'You know how it is, Tony. All I am saying is-' with an, "Well, then don't say anything. We employ many women at SI, in leadership roles. She's two and is soaking this up like a sponge. She'll be just fine ."
And Namjoon had a feeling then that despite the language barrier, his parents and hers would get along great.
They went on with Tony teaching her more English, with the scene changing to them in a lab of technology and mayhem.
"Jarvis, put on something educational yet a little more than her age group."
The invisible man in the ceiling, the AI creation that made Namjoon want to know everything there was about Tony Stark, spoke with sarcasm. "So then no Cocomelon, sir?"
Tony scrunched up his nose in disgust. " No Jarvis, don't contaminate my lab with that shit. Put on some planting vegetables or something, maybe if I let her grow it, she'll eat it."
"Shit." Darcy said cheekily, making her father look at her with horror and a murmur of how her mother was gonna kill him. Of course she would choose the curse word out of everything he just said, "Shit."
"Yeah, kid. I know." He groaned in response, mentally cursing himself colorfully, there was no way that Emma Frost wasn't going to hear about this one way or another "Listen let's… let's not tell your mama, yeah?"
Namjoon felt a smile curl upon his lips as he eyed his later-to-be Father-in-law, watching silently as the man tried and failed to keep the young child quiet, resigning himself to the mayhem that would come sooner than he hoped.
Tony eventually put on a TV show that unknowingly helped Namjoon further with his English…
It was called F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Jung Hoseok wouldn't say, out loud, that he had been waiting for the dreams to start. The dreams that came when something happened, something so powerful, to your soul's mate that it called to yours. Really , he wouldn't because that would be something that made all the other kids tease him. At nine years old he wasn't supposed to be thinking much about it. That was supposed to come for when he was older, when he set his sights on who was chosen by fate for him to grow old with.
But when it did happen, anticipation set in. What kind of person were they? Sad blinking eyes greeted him first, they came into view after when he fell asleep, etched into slightly paler skin. She was outside, he could tell without looking away from the way her hair moved. Tiny thing, she was. God, he didn't expect her to be that small. Her form was decked in what would have been nice clothes if there wasn't dirt clutching at the fabrics, his mother would be mad if he had done such a thing as go outside in his nice clothes.
She poked at a wilting plant baby that she held in a tight grip, eyeing it with an emotion that turned into determination. She chucked it away in anger, the dirt akin to confetti as it scattered at the movement.
She turned away, walking with a huff before stopping abruptly. He watched amused as she scrambled to assemble her plant into the little plastic, pale green pot that was once its home. She walked towards the extravagant manor without looking up, seeming to apologize to it by the unintelligible ramble to the thing in her grasp. "Darcy." A woman with even paler skin and icy blond curls called to her and the child, his soul's mate, lifted up her head in excitement. "Lunch."
"Mama!" She cried in response; seeming to run as fast as those legs could carry her, without further care for the half dead plant in her grasp. She stopped right in front of the woman and Hoseok had to take pause here. Even though he didn't know the language, the comfortability suggested family. Darcy looked nearly nothing like her; supposed child's dark orbs met mother's blue, skin tone and skin tone varied. Darcy must look alot like her father, he thought in response and he watched his mate pout childishly. "Look!"
Here she held up the plant for her mother's judgment, trying to silently ask if there was something she would do that would fix… whatever that was wrong with it.
"You can ask Jarvis what is wrong with it when you go back to your daddy's, okay?" Her mother smiled at her after sinking down to her level before whispering, "I know even less than you about taking care of plants…"
Darcy grinned and snickered then, catching Hoseok's eye as she found funny of whatever her mother said. Hoseok watched as Emma Frost picked the little girl up and headed into the house. "We can water it and see if it'll perk up but only after lunch, okay kid?"
Darcy nodded in acceptance, she started to eat her sandwich then looked at her wilting plant with lingering dismay. Her daddy gave it to her before she went to her Mama's and - "Shit."
Emma Frost paused immediately, looking at her child with surprise before it swiftly turned into anger as she abruptly reached for the phone. She screeched out as soon as it connected, "Tony fucking Stark!" She paused a second later, spun her heel and pointed a threatening pointer finger at her daughter, "Do not repeat that, young lady."
Later, years later, when Hoseok would be able to understand the language he would wonder just what was said in this moment. Just what Tony Stark - the glaring, hardened yet sarcastic Father-in-law he would grow to know and care for - said in this exact moment that made his mate's mother turn that shade of red in the face with diamonds sparkling in her eyes. Years later, Tony would physically wince that one time that Hoseok would bring it up.
"I knew this moment would come… but from the sounds of it, you're just as bad as me. So… congratulations."
And then Tony Stark, the brave but annoying man that he was, disconnected the call.
Later years, Jimin would throw himself into dance to express himself and take his mind off of not seeing anything from his mate. He would get little feelings that he was sure weren't his own, but other than that… nothing. He sat on his bed, cross legged, as he thought about where his life was going at Busan highschool of Art. Mr. Lee was the best teacher, probably better than Jimin could ever ask for really. The man knew how to pull the most artful pieces to fit the dances he taught, knew how to connect with his students on a level that was both encouraging and forcing them to be ambitious within this path.
On his end table, the audition information that he got from Mr. Lee sat seemingly innocent. The idea made Jimin want to scoff; sure, he was good at dancing, the top student in the modern dance department in fact but…
Jimin groaned out loud in mental exhaustion and fell back on the bed, his head rolling sideways to lock his orbs on the paper. Mr. Lee's words kept on a constant loop in his mind, encouraging him once more to take the chance. "If I do it, will you stop annoying me?" He glared at the paper with an eye twitching, feeling silly for talking to an inanimate object before he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.
There, shortly after it seemed, was a younger girl with dark hair pulled back into a tight bun and pink wrapped tightly at her ankles. She balanced the stability the platform provided with ease, and he wondered what type of shank and box the shoes had. He always wondered if the ballet shoes killed your feet after a couple hours but with the way that she was going, graceful but short even for him, she seemed to be doing just fine.
She smiled then, a pretty but cheeky thing that spelled out years of mischief, as the slow and soulful thing that was playing picked up a little. She moved faster; going on pointe for sheer enjoyment and swiftly tip-toeing, before curling her right leg behind her and out. Laughing she ran away from her friends in those near silent shoes - "You didn't break them in, Darc?" One of her friends yelled out at her back, only for her to yell that she didn't have the time to throw them against the wall yet so they better deal with the noise. - and when 'Darc' came back into view she came with…
Jimin blinked.
Jimin smirked.
And then, Jimin laughed so hard he fell onto the dance floor much less like a phantom and more of a puppet that was cut from its strings.
There, his mate stood, clopping her way in those noisy ballerina shoes… in one of those t-rex inflatable costumes that were primarily brown and black. The dark coloring around the yellowing eyes hilarious to look at and the head, not really supported by the neck even with the window there for her to see out of, moved with life as the opened mouth kept in an upwards direction. It's tail dragged as she turned gracefully on point a few times, her arms reaching past the costume's to move in nice fluid movements.
"Darcy Lewis." Her teacher started in an attempt to reprimand but the amusement etched on the older woman's face wasn't fooling anyone. Jimin dedicated the name to memory a few times just to be sure that when he woke up he didn't forget it, he noticed that she also signaled for one of her assistants to record.
He walked forward, checking her form as she did all of her ballet moves that the teacher wanted the entire class to do… in that t-rex costume. All of them, every last one; her plié, arabesque, pirouette, fouette, every last one. Yes, twirl for me, Jimin thought with a smirk directed at the tiny little dancer that hadn't even said a word to him and yet-
When her class was done, Darcy went to change and Jimin respectfully left her to it. She was still too young at the moment for him to be interested in her that way. When she came out, pulling hair from a sweaty beautifully angled face, Jimin eyed her with soft eyes.
Really, when she threw on a coat that was almost three sizes too big for her, Darcy looked even more adorable to him. There was something that called to him about her the more he stared, wanting to hold her with tender arms and shield her from anything that could taint her.
Walking out of the studio into the night air, she smiled at a rounded man in a tux that opened the door of a limousine for her. "Sup, Happy?" She got a smile back and it made Jimin quietly wonder just who Darcy Lewis was and when he awakened, Jimin was going to try like hell to find out.
Little did he know, Darcy Lewis wouldn't make the news until years later because she didn't share the name of her mother or father.
"This is ridiculous." A growl first sounded off in Kim Tae-hyung's dreamscape when he was eighteen years old, making him startle at the unknown language that the male voice possessed. Not that it mattered to him if his soulmate was male but why -
A young dark haired woman with a cloth bag in hand paused in the hallway at the tone as well, standing stock outside the door with breath that barely made any noise. Taehyung went to stand beside her, for it was obvious that this meant something. He moved his black curls out of his face, trying to not let the nervousness that hardened in his stomach show on his face.
"We meant for the weapons company that arms the United States and its militia… to be in the hands of a twirl girl ?" United States… America , Taehyung shivered with realization, that's where he currently was. "If that girl doesn't do something worth wild and scientific, so help me-"
"What do you suggest we do, Peterson?" A voice spoke up, demanding the attention of the entire room with its soft but business-like tone. "What are you willing to do?"
"Anything." The man responded in a determined voice back, firm in his opinion. "America's protection - and SI's legacy - shouldn't be left in the hands of a ballerina . It calls for war, blood, and the child doesn't have the stomach for neither."
"Agreed, so here's what we do-"
The young woman moved cautiously away from the door as the men talked with threats on their lips and bolted for the elevator that took her up to the floor in the first place, unknowingly dragging Taehyung's dreamscaped soul with her. Tears cascaded her face and she decided then and there, that even with her mother and father supporting her, she would quit ballet. Just like that. Her room was artsy, and showed character with it's lived in, mess coupled with artwork on the walls and photos pinned in places of her smiling as a child. She was so loved, he guessed from the insightful pictures of silly faces and smiles, but in this moment… where was everyone?
And as he stared at the flames that laid claim to her ballet shoes in her bathroom sink, Taehyung wished he understood exactly why she was so upset. Wasn't those Boch stamped shoes expensive? Wasn't it wasteful then, to burn it? Taehyung wanted to scoff out loud, it sounded ridiculous to burn something that seemed so precious to her despite whatever was said. Years later, when he watched her take take up the softest core science that her chosen college offered just to spite SI's board of directors, he would be very less confused but for now… it lingered a bit.
Soothing music played in the background, trying to lull her to sleep, yet all it did was make her cry harder. She stumbled out of the bathroom, away from the charred remains of her dream and moved to turned it off. Going as far as throwing the cd sideways and not caring where it went. She then attacked her cd collection; only keeping smooth jazz, piano and mixed beat ones.
She seemed to start on a path to force herself to like only certain things, so the raw anguish of leaving ballet behind would hurt less, and even when the language barrier stood between them… Taehyung's hurt for her hit right down to his soul.
When Jeon Jungkook finally got his dreamscape of her, it was later than Jimin was, and while he had been disappointed… he was just glad it hadn't first happened when he was sixty or something. It was when he was 16, passed out after talking with his Omma in the dorm of the now music group that just happened to feel good and… right, that it finally happened.
She was all dark curls and sass, red heels and a natural pout on her lips. She probably looked older than what she actually was, rightful depiction if the 13 on her shirt was right.
"Bruh, I am only 13!" He would later try to remember, the phrase plastered on her yellow shirt in big bold lettering that peeked from her big jacket, probably to protect the big cupped breasts that were shielded underneath. He smiled though, despite the surprise, because he was her Oppa. He. He couldn't quite really believe it, she was also smaller than him.
She paused outside what looked like a university library and forced the door open quickly, locating a small brown haired friend that waited in a corner with a book about Rainbow Bridge, waving a bag of McDonald's at her. "Hey, loser. Did you have Brekkie yet?"
Brekkie? Jungkook tilted his head in confusion, watching her after assessing her friend with a thought that maybe she was smaller than his soulmate. Which should have been impossible, but miracles have been known to happen. He watched his mate, noticing with a raised eyebrow that she had a taster baton stick thing hidden away. Not necessarily well hidden and that may have been on purpose, for if the shirt itself didn't deter others the thought of someone shocking you might. It looked like it packed a punch.
He watched as she tried to get the tanner girl's attention again, only to have to force the book down and yell her name, "Jane!" Immediately people shh'd her, making her sarcastically shh them back with attitude and Jungkook couldn't help the smirk that claimed his lips.
"What Darcy?" This Jane hissed as she looked up with tired brown eyes, only to take pause when a McDonald's bag waved in her face.
"Eat." Darcy, his mate's name was Darcy, hissed back in response. "You look like you didn't even sleep last night." Jane looked guilty at whatever she said, making Darcy sigh in annoyance, trying to help her friend remember the human care fundamentals. "I know your astro-genius and stuff but Jane? Eat ."
So this what she called 'Brekkie', Jungkook didn't even know if that was how you were supposed to spell it but… Breakfast. It was breakfast, he didn't even know there was slang for breakfast. Jungkook swore he was going to use that… somewhere. Jane pulled out an egg sandwich that he knew from experience wasn't the healthiest, and took a bite. "We shouldn't have breakfast in the library. The books-"
"Then put the book away and eat." Darcy said easily, a teasing tone in her voice that even Jungkook could detect.
Jane huffed but slid the book sideways, away from the food. They ate relatively in silence until the vibration of her phone drew Darcy's attention, and she answered it in a soft voice. "Hey mama." She gave Jane the 'one minute' finger gesture and moved to go back out into the hallway. When the door shut behind her she looked back inside to see someone talking to Jane about the food, making Darcy roll her eyes and smirk. "How are you doing?"
"Darcy." Her mother sounded through the phone, uncharacteristically too serious when talking to her daughter, making Darcy's face drop.
"What happened?" And as Jungkook took the moment to stand close to her, the phantom moved by its soul's reflection looking for comfort, he eyed her face with urgency. Something happened, a feeling warned him from within, something that would break her heart into a thousand little pieces. And he was right, his heart skipped a single beat as her mother sighed in anguish, for even though they weren't soulmate's… Emma Frost and Tony Stark were friends at the very least, happy co-parents at the most.
This was a blow that Darcy wouldn't see coming, and stalling wouldn't making it hurt any less.
"Afghanistan happened."
Darcy's breath caught and she whimpered a no that grew in volume, trying to will her mother to finally say that she grew an outstanding sense of humor but she knew it was for naught. Emma Frost didn't quite joke, and especially wouldn't about this.
Her scream cut through the library then. A dark skinned American soldier in uniform with an Air Force patch came running up to her to catch her as Darcy's knees gave out. She had questions as she stared at his familiar face, wondering when it happened exactly for her Uncle Rhodey to be not only stateside already but here, here. At Culver University. When did it happen? Where was-
Her bottom lip trembled and through stinging tears, Darcy willed herself to stay focused on the man in front of her. How his face held a wince, how he stared back directly at her. Jungkook winced the one the soldier was almost too composed for, feeling the hurt that claimed her heart claw at his.
"I'm so sorry, Darcy." She broke further in his arms, Jungkook going down with them as their knees hit hard on the tile floor beneath them. "We'll find him, we'll find him." The soldier promised once and immediately twice, the language was kinda lost on Jungkook and he swore after this he would throw himself into learning English even if it killed him.
Jungkook threw himself upright out of his bed, sweat claiming his brow and his heart was going a mile a minute. He swallowed hard, Darcy… Darcy, Darcy, Darcy. He threw the covers off of him, feeling them restraining in his current panic. He ran into the kitchen quickly, making all his other band mates - brothers - eye him in surprise.
"You're up?" Namjoon blinked in surprise, dropping his metal chopsticks down on his plate as his eyes darted to the clock, which only made his eyebrows raise higher. "Before nine a.m… on a day off?"
"Miracles do happen every once in a while, hyung." Jimin smirked at Jungkook and then it fell as Jungkook opened his mouth to speak.
Jungkook tried to quickly explain himself, tripping over his words as he tried to explain the dream that was quickly attempting to escape his mind. He remembered her destroyed face, he remembered the soldier, he forced himself to grab the details he could remember - all of them - and squeeze . He took a deep breath and released it, "Darcy!" Jungkook finally got out, paying no notice to how all the other members stiffened at the name, "Darcy: dark curls, pouty lips Darcy. Probably American, judging by the soldier with her."
"Soldier?" Taehyung's eyebrow shot up in further surprise and beside him, Namjoon took in the expressions of the people beside him. There was an abundance of surprise and confusion, slight underlining anger too. Had she somehow gotten into trouble that made-
"Yes. She was sad and seemed familiar with the soldier." Jungkook tried to explain through the confusion of his friend latching onto that word, falling short on words and he went further to explain the library. "Heartbroken, really. She seemed to get a call from… her mother?"
"And?" Yoongi leaned forward in his seat, stealing the word right out of Namjoon's mouth, looking serious and focused on what the younger boy was about to say. How bad was it? Yoongi wanted to ask outright, but couldn't bring the words to get around the sadness that clutched at his throat.
Jungkook's lips twisted and tried his hand at repeating the exact words that Darcy's mother had said over the phone, " Afghanistan happened." Namjoon, the one that was most knowledgeable of English since he was exposed to the fundamentals of it with his dreams, gave a single hard gulp and quickly reached for his phone.
After a minute or so of the members asking what the hell he just said, Namjoon finally found a news article that was clearly written by a publishing agency in the West and spoke over them. He forced himself to translate the article out loud until he couldn't bare anymore of it. It went more into detail about SI's weaponry than anything else, annoying more than one member. It seemed like the narrative was concern over the fragile protection and not of the man… the inventor, the father … that made them.
Tony Stark had been in Afghanistan doing a weapons demonstration when he was kidnapped.
There were solemn faces all around, even Hoseok was trying to keep it together and failing. They imagined just how Darcy currently felt, how alone she- it felt they they somehow failed her, not being there to ease the pain. It was a hit that each of them felt deep in their bones and they didn't quite know how to fix it to make it better.
"Okay…" Namjoon swallowed and forced himself to continue, "From everyone's reaction, I'm guessing Darcy is everyone's soulmate." It wasn't entirely uncommon, but there would be eight of them and- "What do all know of her?" They needed to try to piece together who she was, the mystery of their mate was an interesting one. And as everyone contributed, there were questions that still remained. Why did her father give her the name Lewis? After a quick search of Emma Frost, he thought knew why. There were too many expectations that came with both the Stark and Frost name, there wasn't enough room to grow and be whatever she wanted to be. She was thirteen at the moment. That's six years younger than him, three years younger than even Jungkook. And the way that Jungkook explained the taser and the shirt, he wondered just how much trouble she ended up getting from the males that came across her.
It sent worried thoughts to claim his mind, when Namjoon came back into the present to focus on those around him he saw more than one of them staring into space or had an angered expression as it too dawned on them.
It nearly broke Jimin’s heart to find out from Tae that she not only gave up her ballerina dreams, she had been after all quite good, but that she also burned the shoes. Going so far as to throw away any and all music that reminded her of the once hobby that she put her heart, part of her soul, into. Though how funny it was that she picked the softest core science to study and major in; if that wasn’t the biggest middle finger to the sciencing world that demanded more of the Stark in her to come out and play… he didn’t know what was. But now-
"How do we help her?" Hoseok questioned them, focusing on the subject at hand and willing someone to have the answer. It wasn't like they could just jump straight to America but how were they supposed to witness all of this, get close to her with those dreams, and not be able to do anything about the hurt that she was currently feeling?
He was met with silence as they all tried to figure out an answer. In the end, they all just vowed to keep an eye on the situation via world news articles and be good enough as a group that they would get to go to America.
They eventually achieved both.
So, whatchu think?