Falcon

thegeniusisme:

damefalcon:

Sam plopped down in a chair, tucking her knees against the desk. She was doing a observation day, to see if she wanted to go to college. On a whim, she had asked if she could sit in on a class, and they had agreed. 

So here she was, in class like a student, pretending like she wasn’t a seasoned veteran already at twenty five. 

A quick glance at her wrist counter had her sitting up and looking around trying to peer at people’s wrists to no avail. 

In front of her, a young man with dark hair was being loud and getting attention from the professor for being a genius. She rolled her eyes, Dealing with Riley was enough of a pain in the ass. 

Then class is over and Sam didn’t learn anything, except she can’t even find her soulmate. She’s so distracted, she crashes into a body and it’s him, and her wrist is in his grasp being held next to his and what should she say to him? This arrogant little rich boy genius - she can tell by the cologne he wears and the only thing out of her is swear words. “The fuck? Just my fucking luck too..” She looks at him, dark eyes blazing. “Corporal Samantha Wilson, Army.” That the only information she gives him, before turning to storm away.

The wrist numbers, Howard used to say, are nothing but distracting Tony. And Tony himself - knowing his parents were soulmates, knowing that they didn’t look very happy - knows, at least in theory, that the system is flawed.

He also is convinced that he’ll do a better job of it than Howard ever could, and surely when he meets his soulmate (not if, which is the beauty of the damn wrist clocks, right?) violins will be playing in the air and things will be perfect.

Instead of violins it’s the sounds of students scrambling to get out of the room and chattering happily, and Rhodey rolling his eyes at Tony (because, Tony guesses, Rhodey was maybe trying to talk to him, but give him a break, this is not the time for small talk), and the student takes the steps two to one, having memorized the numbers on his wrist, counting them down in his head - he turns around on the spot, and she walks straight into him. It feels a little like being high, Tony reflects, grinning madly when he grasps her hand, turning it to show their mutual zeroes.

And she swears.

Tony will not admit that he’s taken aback a little.

“—hi?" Corporal. Army. Rhodey will be so jealous. “Can I have you numb—”

But she’s already going, and all he can do is put his hands around his mouth to yell "Tony Stark! Nice to meet ya!” after her.

Rhodey is next to him then, lips twitching in amusement. “Didn’t go so well?”

“Quiet, Jim,” but Tony is laughing.

So, maybe it doesn’t start out perfect. But it’s definitely exciting.

A fucking rich boy! Sam is so angry she could spit. She did know of the black man next to him. He was military as well. 

“Tony Stark! Nice to meet ya!" His voice echoed after her and she stopped, turning around incredulously. 

Storming back over to him, she jabs him in the chest with her finger. "You’re shitting me right? Son of the Howard Stark?" 

Hazely-brown eyes narrow and she clenched her hands, staring at him. 

A pen is pulled out and she is jotting down her number. "I go back overseas in three days.”  

She’s gone again, disappearing into the crowd in a whorl of curls and anger. 

She vanished, heading to the pub down the road. She needed a drink to clear her head of the knowledge she was bound to the son of the richest man in America.