Really Sharon didn’t have anything against the soul bond deal, it was a lovely idea and it could be romantic, she supposed depending on who you ended bonded with. She had after all heard the stories from people that had been bonded and been so happy, her parents, her aunt Peggy and several others that painted the whole deal as a wonderful and the most beautiful thing that could happen to you but only if you were leading the right life.
On practical level, Sharon realized that the whole soul bond deal was more of a liability than something that could be useful and harmonious with the line of work and the type of life she led. Whether it was civilian or another agent, it was more of a danger and an inconvenience since it affected the perfect mental balance required for S.H.I.E.L.D work, the work and goal that had been her whole life since she heard her aunt Peggy tales, and maybe that was the main reason for a long while she had been quite happy that she had dodged the bullet when it came to it, unlike some other fellow agents.
But of course she couldn’t keep dodging the bullet forever and she felt the tell tale signs of it when she met Brock Rumlow and God, how had she cursed everything that apparently her soul bond was such a cocky and obnoxious bastard that she had pretty much hated from the get go and it had appeared to be mutual. And of course, hate had nothing to do with it when the other instincts of the bond were still there and couldn’t be ignored, but it didn’t stopped things from being bitter, hateful, rough and scornful between them.
It had been that stupid and damn bond what had made her refuse Steve when he had asked her, she didn’t wanted to drag him to the messy deal she was with Rumlow and she still remembered the last time someone had tried to approach her and the man hadn’t liked it, it had been a bit vicious and while she knew Rumlow wouldn’t be able to take on Steve, well she preferred to avoid anything since she didn’t wanted scandal to follow her and it WASN’T because there was a barely there twinge of protectiveness for the bastard.
So when it turned out her soul bond was a Hydra agent, she hadn’t exactly been that surprised and she just KNEW it, the moment Steve message had come she knew it and she hadn’t regretted pointing that gun or starting that fight with him, he was her soul bond yes, but it didn’t changed she hated him more than anything and that he had aided to taint her long life dream. After that whole ordeal was over, she had briefly seen him on the hospital and whatever pang she felt at seeing him like that was quickly smothered by her disdain and scorn against him.
And that had been around six months ago, he had of course broken out or had been aided by Hydra to leave the hospital, and he had fallen off the radar. Thankfully he hadn’t tried to search for her and she was very good at ignoring the effects the separation were having on her, she had carried on and right now, she was feeling a small pang of victory over the fact she had aided Captain Rogers to finally track down and catch the Winter Soldier, which was a victory over Hydra and the bastard of her soul bond.
Sharon checked her reflection on her bathroom mirror and winced a bit at her split lip, she should count herself lucky that she had only ended with a few bruises and scrapes, considering who they had been against. “It really could have been worse.”
Rough Bond + Separation & Reunion I guess, also TL;DR omg
On practical level, Sharon realized that the whole soul bond deal was more of a liability than something that could be useful and harmonious with the line of work and the type of life she led. Whether it was civilian or another agent, it was more of a danger and an inconvenience since it affected the perfect mental balance required for S.H.I.E.L.D work, the work and goal that had been her whole life since she heard her aunt Peggy tales, and maybe that was the main reason for a long while she had been quite happy that she had dodged the bullet when it came to it, unlike some other fellow agents.
But of course she couldn’t keep dodging the bullet forever and she felt the tell tale signs of it when she met Brock Rumlow and God, how had she cursed everything that apparently her soul bond was such a cocky and obnoxious bastard that she had pretty much hated from the get go and it had appeared to be mutual. And of course, hate had nothing to do with it when the other instincts of the bond were still there and couldn’t be ignored, but it didn’t stopped things from being bitter, hateful, rough and scornful between them.
It had been that stupid and damn bond what had made her refuse Steve when he had asked her, she didn’t wanted to drag him to the messy deal she was with Rumlow and she still remembered the last time someone had tried to approach her and the man hadn’t liked it, it had been a bit vicious and while she knew Rumlow wouldn’t be able to take on Steve, well she preferred to avoid anything since she didn’t wanted scandal to follow her and it WASN’T because there was a barely there twinge of protectiveness for the bastard.
So when it turned out her soul bond was a Hydra agent, she hadn’t exactly been that surprised and she just KNEW it, the moment Steve message had come she knew it and she hadn’t regretted pointing that gun or starting that fight with him, he was her soul bond yes, but it didn’t changed she hated him more than anything and that he had aided to taint her long life dream. After that whole ordeal was over, she had briefly seen him on the hospital and whatever pang she felt at seeing him like that was quickly smothered by her disdain and scorn against him.
And that had been around six months ago, he had of course broken out or had been aided by Hydra to leave the hospital, and he had fallen off the radar. Thankfully he hadn’t tried to search for her and she was very good at ignoring the effects the separation were having on her, she had carried on and right now, she was feeling a small pang of victory over the fact she had aided Captain Rogers to finally track down and catch the Winter Soldier, which was a victory over Hydra and the bastard of her soul bond.
Sharon checked her reflection on her bathroom mirror and winced a bit at her split lip, she should count herself lucky that she had only ended with a few bruises and scrapes, considering who they had been against. “It really could have been worse.”