Thread: Mark My Soul(Avengers)Lady/Moon

It was told in history lessons, everyone knew the story of how Steve Rogers and James Barnes had been matched by fate herself, as so many people in the world where. Every person was born with a symbol matching their perfect mates. Connecting them in a path of true love. Not to say that everyone found their true mate, their matching symbol, but they always looked, always showed off the marks in the hopes that someone else would match theirs. Most people. It had been considered odd back in the 1930's when James Barnes would sleep with any woman that looked at him. It was even more off that both Steve Rogers, Captain America, and Bucky Barnes never showed off their marks. Some didn't like to, others hid it from view once they found their partners. When the truth came out there was a massive upheaval. A nosy nurse, too curious for her own good was the one who noticed. James and Steve's matching marks paired with a third. For a man to be paired with a man was unheard of back then, if you where paired with a man you hid it, you never accepted the bond. Being Gay was a disease. But to have three people paired together? Two mates instead of one? The rumors started. Cursed? Diseased? Demon possessed? Unholy? Freaks? Perverts? Disgusting. Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes never seamed to do anything though, they continued to hide the marks. They never acted like anything more than brothers or best friends. They wrestled but didn't hold hands. They punched each others lights out in fights that became legendary but they never smiled sweetly at the other. For all the world knew, they had rejected their bonds and the rumors died down and the world went on. Behind closed doors however, they where as sappy, sweet and passionate as any other Marked Bonding pair. No matter how much they loved each other, the third mark ached with a bitter cold emptiness. Like Death. The mark burned every day like ice, though they had long ago learned to ignore it the pain seeped into their souls, the knowledge that their third was dead. Historians all agreed though, that when Bucky Fell and Steve's second mark began to burn like ice as well, he chose to die rather than continue on without his mate. As the years went on, everyone spoke of the three marks and the two men's unbridled passion for each other. It practically turned into a legend. One of pain, sacrifice and a lesson in the reality of life. How there isn't always a happy ending. It was only thanks to them though, that the men started bonding with other men. After all, if Captain America did it, how could it be bad? Seventy years later the world got another deep shock. Captain America, not dead after all. Frozen for seventy years the captain had many deep set issues that made many a people worry deeply for the poor captain. He was on suicide watch for the first ten months of being unfrozen, and was only released because of an alien invasion that was threatening. The burning cold of the marks where deeply bothering him, but Roger was, as always, willing to risk his life to save the innocent. He did exactly that forming a very good bond with one Tony Stark. It didn't make his bonding marks hurt any less, but when he was laughing with Tony, or letting Tony do his damnedest to find Steve's Alcohol limit. It failed every-time but Steve could get Tony to do the funniest shit when the billionaire was drunk. Then, one day. The mark stopped burning and there, lo and behold was James. He'd never even noticed that the mark that had burned all his life didn't burn anymore either. Not until after James had stopped trying to kill him and had settled down into something akin to a human being again rather than a wild beast. For a good while there, James really had been feral, wild, attacking anything that moved. It had taken a lot of work and even more patience to help James recover himself. For the most part. James was now well enough to attend the Gala that Stark had been badgering them about, and James wanted to go, so with a sigh Steve had sent an 'i'll be there' back to Tony. So, there he was. A History lesson, a life lesson, a story tale and a miracle all rolled up into one, hugging the wall of Tony's charity Gala and auction. Steve had even donated something to the auction. His original helmet. The proceeds, Tony was expecting millions, would be going to a childrens hospital. One that dealt in only terminal cases. James had donated his military uniform and the proceeds of that would be going to a research facility that was trying to cure things like cerebral palsy and cancer. Steve could only smile as he watched James chattering to a small group. He looked so at home in a large crowd with strangers. He'd always been good at stuff like this, Steve just wanted the damn party to end so he could bid on that Harley-Davidson WLA that one of the others had brought in. It had actually seen action during the war and Steve wanted it. He could afford it too. Apparently all the royalties from using his name and image and such had collected into a bank account that Peggy, then Fury had handled. He was almost as rich as Tony. And since Steve still lived like he was poor, he could afford to go outrageous for things like this.