There were many things people claimed helped find who you were destined to end up with. From compatibility tests to social media filters that showed you your soulmates initial, you'd seen it all. But in this day and age, the only thing to rely on was whatever might fall into your lap.

Nowadays, if your soulmate lost something, it would end up with you. And vice versa. The science of it wasn't fully worked out, barely started to be worked out in all honesty. It was hard to run an experiment where someone lost something cause that's not something to actively do, you know?

It took a bit for you to finally start getting things. The first was a screwdriver. The least specific thing a person could own. Not even a name written on it in case it got lost. At least that told you they don't bring tools out of their home.

You carried it around for a while, hoping some guy would see you fiddling with it in public and get the clue. But that never happened, so you left the screwdriver at home. It sat on your desk, it's own special corner.

A month later, a weird piece of... something came into your possession. You had to ask your dad what it was- a hard drive. He came over one weekend and tried to help you put it in your laptop and see if you figure out that way who your soulmate was.

It was a fool-proof plan at first, you really couldn't believe you were finding your soulmate so fast! And then you got a password lock screen. And literally all that was on the screen was:

Username:

Password:

No company name, no 'Welcome Back so-and-so". Nothing helpful. Your dad bought you pity dinner before he drove back home to New Jersey.

It wasn't long after that when you got the next lost thing. You sat at your little table and stared at it for so long. It looked like a finger? But it was metal and it was red. What were you supposed to do with that information.

You had some thoughts come into your head, but immediately shot them down because no way. Absolutely not. Nope. It could be anything in the world, probably not what you thought it was.

Even so, your mind couldn't help but fantasize at night, wondering if maybe that was what you thought it was. And what that life would be like.

It was the last thing you got for a while, the weird red thing. You took it with you everywhere again. This time, it was less in hopes of finding it's owner, more out of the need to make sure it didn't get lost from you this time.

There were a couple times you found yourself fiddling with it in your pocket. Unlike the screwdriver, though, you didn't want to pull this one out in public. Number one, it looked weird from a distance and people didn't need to think that about you. Number two, if was what you maybe thought it was, then it was too precious to let out of your sight.

Nearly three months later while you were making some scrambled eggs for breakfast, something dropped onto the counter behind you, making a 'thud' sound and causing you to gasp.

You turned with your spatula out to scare off the intruder you thought you had. Instead, it was another item.

When your eyes focused on it, they widened and your spatula fell from your grip. Getting egg everywhere. "Shit," you mumbled, not even focused on the mess you made- you were lucky to be aware enough to tun your stove off.

There was absolutely no mistaking what that was. The blue light illuminated your face as you stepped closer to it.

You didn't know what it was called, but it was something you had seen on TV, in YouTube videos, in pictures in magazines...

That was the glowing blue thing in the center of the Iron Man suit. And it was sitting on your kitchen counter.

Work be damned, you were going to finally find your soulmate and tell him. Now that you knew who he was, you felt it would be easy. Then you realized he was sitting in possibly one of the most guarded places in New York. Possibly top five of the US.

This would be interesting, but you were determined.

You got dressed in a professional outfit, hoping that might help your chances of seeing the man himself. Deciding to bring everything he had lost with you, you pulled out a tote bag to carefully place it all in. You hoped it would go through security.

Then it hit. His head of security was Happy Hogan, who happens to be pretty close with Tony Stark himself. So if you could talk to him then show him what you had with you, maybe he could get you through.

This might actually work.

You caught a cab to the tower, avoiding the driver's questions about what you were doing, going to the tower and all that. When you got there, you left the cab quickly to get away from the annoying driver who couldn't take a hint.

Entering the tower was easy, they usually kept the lobby open for visitors and tourists to look around. After that, you required a lot of special access badges.

You made a (calm) beeline for one of the people behind a desk. "Hi there, how are you this morning," she greeted when you arrived.

"Hi, I'm doing fine. You?"

"Just great. How can I help you today?"

Now it was time to look like an idiot. "I'd like to speak with Happy Hogan if I can?" you asked, doing your best to keep your voice even and lower pitched. The more professional you sounded, the more seriously you'd be taken.

She tilted her head. "May I ask why?" she asked. Her fingers moved along the keyboard and you wondered what she was typing.

You cleared your throat. Leaning in, she did the same, and you lowered your voice. "It's a sensitive matter, he'd go nuts if someone else found out about this before he did," you said.

The two of you leaned away from each other and she nodded slowly. "Okay... I can go ahead and get him down here, I guess." The way she said that revealed she was definitely a newer hire. You hoped she didn't get fired for this. "Can I have your name?"

"It's (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n). Thank you so much," you said. You stepped off to the side so others could help her if needed. Your eyes wandered around the lobby and you started gravitating toward one of the walls that had a bunch of stuff on it, like words and some pictures.

It was about the New York attack a few years back. The whole wall was dedicated to some news article excerpts and images taken during the battle. They were amazing, and you couldn't help but stare at them.

"Ms. (Y/l/n)?" you turned towards the voice and saw Happy Hogan walking up to you. He stuck out his hand to shake, so you did, and he continued you. "May I ask what this pertains to?"

You could tell he was doing the polite thing where he doesn't know who you are but feels like he should, so he didn't want to be rude.

"Do you mind if we go somewhere less crowded? It's rather sensitive," you explained.

He nodded and led you off somewhere. It was in an employee area, and suddenly you felt pretty fancy.

"What can I help you with?" he asked once more after the two of you arrived in a vacant room.

You took in a deep breath and found yourself clutching the tote bag on your arm. "I... do you know the soulmate... thing?" you asked first. He nodded, and you saw how confused he looked. "Well... I've got some stuff and I think you can help me get it back to who it belongs to?"

With a deep breath, you pulled the red metal finger shape from the bag. Happy's eyes went wide as he looked from the item in your hand, to your face, to the tote bag. "What else you got in there?"

Your teeth found your bottom lip and you started to chew- a very bad habit of yours that got worse when nervous. "A couple not so bad things and something I'm sure he's going to want back."

To explain, you opened the bag and let him look and the faint blue glow casted over his face. He quickly forced the bag shut, muttering a few choice words, and looked around. "Okay, come with me," he whispered.

You followed him again as he took you to the elevators this time. Once in, he asked it to go to some really high floor number and it automatically started to move. The ride was very tense and very silent.

When the doors opened again, he led the way out and to a door. He knocked a couple times before opening it up. "Tony? I, uh, there's someone here for you."

He turned around and all but pushed you into that room before closing the door. "Thanks Happy, but I- you're not Happy?"

You looked up and saw Tony Stark standing there, looking very confused at the random person in his office. As you looked at him, you clutched the tote bag on your shoulder even tighter. This was a very daunting task in front of you.

"Do you have a name...?" he asked, and you finally decided to snap out of your starstruck state.

"Um, yes, it's (Y/n). Hi." You inwardly cringed at the way you spoke, but it was better than staring.

He raised an eyebrow at you and you definitely knew you lost your cool, professional exterior from the lobby. "Okay, well, (Y/n), was there a reason my head of security just left you in here?" he asked.

You nodded and finally found courage to step forward. "Yes, I... well, I've got something, uh..." How does one approach this subject?

Tony's head titled slightly to the side as you attempted to speak. At leas you had his attention. Rather than trying to explain it all, you went down a similar route with him that you did with Happy.

"I think these are yours," you said, and you removed the tote bag from your shoulder and held it out to him, letting the bottom handle hang down. The bag was nice and open, easy for him to look in, which he did.

It took him a second, but then his mouth opened slightly and he looked between you and the contents of the bag. "Huh. Now I see why you were in 'deer in headlights' mode when you walked in," he said.

You nodded. "Yep."

Neither of you knew what to say now. He was still processing what you had shown him while you were waiting for him to say quite honestly anything at this point.

He looked back up at you and saw the look on your face. "Sorry, just... never really was ready for this moment right here," he explained. You nodded, completely understanding. "I mean, thanks for bringing it all back for starters."

You smiled, finally letting the bag and your arm rest at your side. "No problem. I definitely could've gotten good money for all of it, just figured this might be better and less... illegal," you said, getting a small laugh out of him.

He took in a deep breath, nodded to himself, then looked at you. "We should definitely start slow. Like a date? Tonight if you're open," he said.

Smiling wider, you nodded. "Sounds like a good plan."

~Fin~

A/n: I literally got this off of TikTok like years ago when the soulmate POVs were still a thing. This has been sitting in my ideas box for way too long haha (but seriously, those POVs could make some good Avengers imagines...)

Hope you guys enjoyed! I might try to write more imagines before I'm out for summer, but boy do I have a lot going on. As a college freshman (literally my second semester) I decided to take a sophomore level course pairing and a junior course. I'm going to be slightly busy.

But I do have stuff! I've got my Top Gun Maverick fic I can post and even a few chapters of Trust 3 I can post if you guys want me to. Just comment and let me know! I've even got an amazing Stranger Things fic I cant wait to share!

Bye Lovelies!!!!!!!!!!!