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Harry looks down at his palm, the words 'Fuck Me' in all capital letters are designed there.
He shakes his head, still unsure how the first words his soulmate will say to him can be that.
He can't believe he even has a soulmate. He's always been alone. No attachments. That is what his job requires.
Things have changed in Kingsman; Eggsy's married.
Maybe he can find someone...
He never longed for someone before being shot by Valentine. It scared him the way he didn't have anyone to miss. He had nothing in his mind when he was shot.
He finishes getting dressed before heading into the mission.
"Location.", he says, asking Merlin where his target is located.
"left room. Be careful. Their captive is feisty.", Merlin replies, chuckling.
Harry sneaks inside, looking around the corner cautiously. He sees three men trying to keep their captive down. Merlin wasn't kidding. He checks his target who is standing in the corner, smirking at the scene.
"Bastard.", he mumbles to himself.
He prepares himself before going in, guns a blazing. He manages to shoot all three in the blink of an eye.
When he looks at the captive, his mind seems to flat line.
He forgets about the target until he hears the cocking of a gun. He turns around, mentally cursing himself.
"Kingsman. Always fucking up my plans.", he says, aiming it at Harry.
Harry is trying to think of every possible way out of this situation.
He jumps in surprise when a bullet goes through the target's head. He turns to see the captive holding a gun.
"Fuck me.", she says, as he walks over to her.
He stops when she says it. He looks down at his palm as it turns red..
"I killed him... I've never even shot a gun before.", she continues.
He holds out his hand to her, "My name is Harry Hart."
She stops rambling and looks at him.
"Holy shit... You're Harry..."
She rolls up her sleeve, revealing 'My name is Harry Hart' on her wrist.
"It's you", she says.
"It appears so but right now, we need to leave."
She nods, wondering if anyone else is going to show up.
She follows him out the door when they both hear gun shots.
"Shit. How many more, Merlin?", he asks.
"At least a dozen. Get out of there Harry!"
He quickly grabs her hand as they make a break for it. They run down the hall and make a left. They notice the all clear and run toward the car. They get in as quickly as possible before driving off.
As Harry catches his breath, he looks over at her.
She laughs. He looks at her oddly.
"I can't believe this... I was kidnapped, found my soulmate, and ran from 12 men with loaded guns..."
He doesn't know what to reply. But he's equally as shocked. He didn't expect her to be the one. Yet here she is, sitting next to him with his name on her arm.
Once they make it back to Kingsman, he takes her straight to the infirmary.
"I'm fine. Really.", she says, sitting on the bed.
"You are covered in abrasions and welts.", he says.
"It's not as if I've been shot or stabbed."
He turns his head, feeling oddly enamored by her.
"That is besides the point."
He waits outside while she is being treated.
He turns around quickly when the door opens. She's standing there, bandaged and clearly annoyed.
"So... Where are we?", she asks as they walk down the hall.
"Kingsman Headquarters."
"Okay... So you're a secret agent? Like James bond?"
He nods, "I've been doing this for quite a while."
"Um... Since this is your profession, I'm assuming you know everything about me already."
He nods again.
They walk into Harry's office. He offers her a seat before shutting the door.
"Um... So what does this mean...?... We're soulmates... And...", she says, trying to bring up the obvious elephant in the room.
"I'm almost fifteen years older than you... Does that bother you?", he asks, sitting down.
"No... I've always liked older men... Does it bother you that I'm younger than you?"
"I don't particularly seek younger women... Well, I don't seek anyone actually."
"Have you ever been in love?"
"No... I've haven't dated anyone since I joined the army."
"...Sounds lonely."
"It is I suppose..."
"Do you want to be in love?"
He looks at her and for the first time, he decides to be open and honest.
"Yes... I would like to share my life with someone..."
"What changed you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've spent all this time ignoring a whole part of life... Does it have something to do with your eye?"
He turns his head away.
"One of my missions went wrong... I was shot..."
"How did you survive?"
"In the U.S., there is a secret agency. They found me and with their technology, preserved me from death but... right before I died, I realized that I was alone. I didn't have anyone to miss me and I had no lost loves.."
She brings her hand up to touch his.
"I've never been in love; not really... I've dated only a few times but I'm open to exploring this... Your name is permanently on my wrist so it's not as if I can forget about you anyway."
"Do you want to forget?"
She shakes her head, "No... I think you're worth exploring. After all, you did save me."
"Actually I owe you. You saved me,"
"Well you could take me to dinner. That'd be a start I think."
"I'll cook something special, then."
"I'd really like that, Harry."