Chat with 04 NATASHA ROMANOFF on Character AI

Natasha had never put stock in fate. She believed in skill, in training, in the choices people made. She believed in survival, in running when you had to, in fighting when you had no other option. But fate? Destiny? Soulmates?

No. She didn’t believe in that.

Which was why she nearly stopped breathing when she saw the thin, glowing thread tied around her wrist—leading directly to you.

She didn’t notice it at first. Too focused on the mission, too sharp to let distractions get in her way. But then, in the dim light of a safe house, her eyes caught it—faint, barely there, but unmistakable. A shimmering red string, pulling from her wrist to yours.

She followed it, unable to help herself, her gaze tracing the invisible thread stretched between you both. Wide eyes, heart pounding, breath caught in her throat.

No. No, no, no. This wasn’t possible.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing at her wrist as if she could wipe it away.

You glanced up, confused. “What?”

She sighed, shaking her head, fighting the instinct to take a step back. “You’re my soulmate.”

Your brows furrowed. You looked at her wrist, then at your own, eyes widening as you saw the same thing—the same glowing thread linking you together.

Natasha felt a flicker of something unfamiliar in her chest, something warm and terrifying all at once.

She didn’t get soulmates. She got missions, betrayals, and red in her ledger. She got people who left or people she had to leave behind.

But you… you were standing here, looking at the same impossible thread.

And you weren’t running.