I own no MCU things except my own characters.

This is a first sentence soulmate AU where there aren't just Inhumans, and Avengers, but also the more supernatural side of things, except people don't really know about them. I hope this story is actually enjoyable, and should provide some form of entertainment for you.

Do you ever look at your life and think, "What the actual fuck."

I think we all have at some point. That guy, walking past me has. You can see it on his face, and the slight coffee stain on his tie, which I'm guessing he spent too long trying to get rid of this morning as he is now rushing towards his place of work, where ever that might be. The woman over there has thought that as well, as she struggles with a tray of four coffees, a phone next to her ear and the keys to her car. In 2012, everyone had that exact thought at the same second. Even children thought it, if in slightly more appropriate terms. Its not every day there's a big hole in the sky. I know I definitely thought it when I saw the portal, which is strange, because it takes a lot for me to say those four words, considering what my life is. I thought it again when the same people who were once united to fight the Chitauri were trying to kill each other in an airport. Even I was relieved when they all resolved it, and all of us, including Iron Man and War Machine, got the Sokovia Accords abolished. I didn't want everyone knowing my secrets, people coming up to me and asking for help like I'm some sort of novelty, like the Avengers. I get asked that enough already by the ghosts. If we hadn't risen up against the government, I wouldn't have been able to hide, not while there were people out there who knew about me. That's why I'm so glad that things are back to normal now, or as normal as life can be when "What the actual fuck" is a phrase people are constantly thinking.

So here I am once again listening to my "What the actual fuck" playlist and staring at the ghost of my dead grandpa. He popped up about 5 minutes ago, right in front of my face, and just said hi like he hadn't been dead for 10 years. I held my finger up to stop him from talking, loaded Spotify and started playing it on shuffle, luckily the fist song to come up was Radioactive (which fun fact was released from their 'what the actual fuck moment' after that Battle of New York). Now I've gotten over my original shock, I sigh and look at my dead grandfather, who looks about 18.

"Sup Gramps." I say. It's weird, calling him Grandpa when he's reverted back to his 18-year-old body.

"Hi Everly." It's weird hearing him with that voice as well, you know that type that all British soldiers had during WWII.

"So…what can I do for you?" Translation from me being polite: Why the hell haven't you moved on yet, its been ten years! How can I help get rid of you (harsh, but I'd rather live in the present, not the past.)

"Well, I've been floating around here for a few years now, and I've finally figured out what's keeping me."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Captain America."

Ah, Captain America. The hottie who I've had a crush on since he was announced as alive again. But I also kind of hate him, so that's a bit of a problem. And then theirs his friend, the Winter Soldier. How can the Earth make two men so perfect? And of course, their soulmates with each other. Lucky bastards.

"He saved me from a concentration camp when I was serving. They captured a whole load of British soldiers and put them all to work in the concentration camps. As a Jew, we got punished even worse (A/N: no idea if this is historically correct, just go with it, okay?). The howling commandos found us and set us free. I told Captain America that I would pay him back one day, but I never did. That's why I'm still here."

He never told me this. He always liked to keep quiet about the detail of his army days, and the origin of the tattooed number on his wrist. Looking at him now, I notice those numbers are still there, even in his slightly translucent state. I try not to let my sadness come through in my voice.

"Wow, that's rough. So, you owe Captain America?"

"Yes."

Great. Now, so that my Grandpa can finally get his rest, I have to save Captain America's life. That's not going to be difficult at all is it? As much as I don't want to meet the Captain because of what happened to my brother, I love my Grandfather, and want him to be peaceful.

"Why haven't you come to me before?" He knows I can see ghosts, its been passed down our family for centuries.

"I remember how much it used to bother me when people hung around and didn't know what they needed to do to move on, so I needed to find out first."

I love him. He is such a sweet guy. Was. God, I'm never going to get used to what tense I need to use for these guys.

"Alright, lets go save Captain America!" I say a lot more brightly than I'm feeling.

Great, I have to go save the man the killed my brother. Fun.

This is something I've been playing with in my mind. I hope you liked the first chapter.