So You're The One

Disclaimer- Not mine. I'm not making any money off this, so please don't sue.

This is a continuation of the Skye/Tony Stark Soulmate Short by ozhawk, written with her permission. The first chapter was written by ozhawk. Chapter Two and onwards is my continuation.

Author's Notes- I fell in love with ozahawk's Soulmate Shorts and asked if I could continue one and we decided on the Skye/Tony one. I'm not particularly good at smut, so this is staying T rating for now, but there might be some sexy goodness down the line. This is my first MCU story and its fun new territory for me. This takes place after AoS 2x10 and will deal with the fallout from that. Thank you to ozhawk for letting me continue her story!

Spoilers- Up to 2x10 and "Captain America: The Winter Soldier".

Rating- PG-13/T, for now.

Summery- Continuation of ozhawk's Tony/Skye "Soulmate Short". What happens when Skye meets the one and only Tony Stark and finds out he's the one for her?

Chapter One

Skye/Tony Stark

"Third office on the right down the hall, Stark, and stop bothering me! Yes, you can go find my hacker and quiz her about that worm she dumped on HYDRA. She'll rip you a new one herself if you give her any grief, so just get out of my office!"

"Cheers, Agent," Tony gave a little wave of his fingers and departed, laughing inwardly at Coulson's glare. He headed down the hall, taking the opportunity to peek through every door. Interesting little secret base Fury had set up here. Third door – must be this one. He looked through the open door and blinked. Couldn't be. The room's only occupant was a pretty young thing with a laptop. She looked about eighteen, nibbling on a strand of long dark hair as she typed rapidly, humming to herself. But then Coulson had said his hacker was a she.

"So you're the one."

Skye spun around, her eyes huge. She said nothing, though, just stared at the man in the doorway.

"You're younger than I expected," Tony Stark commented, moving forward and edging her out of the way with his hip to look at her computer screen. "Who trained you, the Russians? The Chinese? Or are you Israeli?"

Skye shook her head in response to each rapid-fire question. Stark eyed her thoughtfully.

"Coulson didn't say you were the quiet type, he told me you could hold your own, wouldn't have let me in here if you couldn't. Cat got your tongue?"

She took a deep breath. "No, but I do have your words."

He froze, fingers suspended over the keyboard. Slowly turned his head to look at her. She found herself staring into dark, dark eyes from very close range.

"Show me."

Skye blushed, but this was Tony Stark. She reached up to the neck of her T-shirt and pulled it down, glad it was stretchy and she wouldn't have to remove it. There, on the upper curve of her left breast, a barely legible scribble said So you're the one.

"Please tell me it is your writing and I didn't just flash a billionaire for no purpose?" she begged.

"Oh, there's always a purpose for pretty girls showing me their breasts," Tony murmured, his eyes coming back up to hers. "But yes. That's my writing. Not that I ever actually write anything, these days."

"Me either," Skye smiled a bit sheepishly. He was awfully attractive, even though he was only a few inches taller than her. She could quite see why he'd won Bachelor of the Year so many times. Those dark eyes were magnetic, drawing her in closer. Even if the facial hair was a bit iffy.

Tony sighed, leaning back against her desk. "So what's your name, jailbait?"

"Skye, and I'm not that young, I'm twenty-six!"

"Really?" Tony blinked again. "Wow, that's a relief, because you look about seventeen and I had the feeling it was gonna be a very long few years. I was drunk through pretty much my whole teens and twenties and couldn't remember when the words appeared."

She couldn't help but giggle, though she felt a little regret. If he'd known when her words appeared, she could at least find out her true birthdate. "Where are my words on you?"

He grinned wickedly. "Well, since you are legal after all, I could show you." His hands went to his belt and he slipped the buckle free.

"Whoa, no, it can wait!" Skye freaked out. "Not here!"

He laughed. "It's all right. You could possibly see them even with the belt fastened." He pulled up the edge of his Black Sabbath T-shirt and edged his jeans down slightly over his left hip. And there indeed was her writing. No, but I do have your words.

Skye reached out to touch, but realised what she was doing and snatched her hand away before making contact with his skin, her face flaming. "I'm sorry!"

"Don't be," he smiled at her again, warmly. "You're my soulmate. I've been looking for you for a very long time."

"I thought Miss Potts…"

"Not my soulmate," his smile twisted wryly. "Obviously. A good friend, my best friend, but she found her soulmate recently. Captain America's buddy, the Falcon. I couldn't stand in the way of that. Hadn't honestly thought I'd find anyone else who would put up with my shit."

"I won't," Skye told him flatly. "I've been lied to, led on and hurt too many times. I won't put up with that shit any more."

Tony looked deep into her eyes for a moment, seeing a girl who'd seen too much, suffered too much in her short life. Gently he lifted a hand to her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin, letting his fingers brush against her silky dark hair.

"I can't promise I won't be an asshole and you won't want to kill me sometimes," he said honestly, "but I promise you this. I'll never cheat on you. I'll never lie to you. And if anyone ever even thinks about hurting you, I will destroy them."

A small smile curled Skye's lips, and she lifted her own hand, placing it over his where it rested on her cheek. "I couldn't ask for more than that."

"Well you should," in the face of such deep emotion, Tony reverted to snark. "I am a billionaire, after all. Anything you want, it's yours."

Skye couldn't help but laugh. "I'll email you a shopping list."

"You do that." He let go reluctantly, stepping back, but she was very young and there was a great deal he needed to tell her before she made any deep commitment to him. "And put a date in your calendar."

"Oh?" she arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, tonight. I'm taking you out to dinner. Be ready at eight." He scooped her hand in his, kissed it flamboyantly, and departed. "I'll just let Coulson know I'm stealing you!" his voice floated back.