There’s no expression on her face as Natasha stares at the bullet wound scar on your chest. It’s where she’d shot you years ago. Before she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. “My name,” she finally breathes. “Where is my name?”

Your name is across her wrist. It’s what marks you two as soulmates. She’d given up the idea of ever meeting you. A soulmate didn’t matter for people like her, but here you stand. She doesn’t know what to do.