I couldn't believe that I was actually here with Geralt. Even now holding tightly to his massively muscular form it felt like a dream. I couldn't help the tears of relief that stung my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I breath him in, the scent of onions filling my nose making me chuckle.

"Do you smell like onions?" I ask as I pull away from him slightly, my arms still wrapped around him.

"Do I?" He asks a chuckle leaving his lips. "I think Jaskier might have mentioned it before."

"With all the leather you wear, I was expecting you to smell like that." I add playfully.

We stood there for a moment just holding each other and I could feel deep down that this was right. Like I was supposed to be here in his arms. I lean forward again and placing my head on his chest let out a sigh of contentment. His hand reaches up and I smile as I feel him run his fingers through my hair.

"I just have to ask you one thing..." I start pulling away again to meet his amber eyes. "What are you wearing? I mean did you lose a bet?" I joke as I pull away completely to look him up a down making him chuckle.

"It was Jaskier's idea, he bought my protection for tonight."

"Ah, has he been putting his sausage where it doesn't belong?" I ask and he nods. "Don't tell me you're actually gonna make him pay?"

"I'm still thinking on it." He replies looking down for a moment before his brow furrows. "I hate to ruin the mood... but why are you here, or more importantly, how did you get here?"

"Mood definitely ruined." I reply taking a step back as I remember why I'm here.

"(Name)," Geralt presses.

"As much as I want to say that I am here for you, I'm afraid I'd only be partly telling you the truth." I start my eyes looking back the way we came to see Thor and Wanda looking over at us. "When you were in Witcher training, did you ever hear about someone, who possibly shared a link with someone like we do?"

"I had heard of one such person," Geralt starts his brow furrowing slightly. "But he's been dead for years now."

"Thank god," I say quickly as I let out a sigh of relief.

"Why so curious?"

"You've heard me mention Hydra when you are visiting me in your dreams right?" I ask and he nods. "The mage I asked you about, apparently they shared a link with someone in Hydra and they were going to try to make their own Witchers. Naturally, I couldn't let that happen. But knowing that the mage is dead is enough for me and my coworkers."

"And how did you come here?" He asks and I fold my arms over my chest.

"A portal, one my friend was so kind enough to open."

"When will you go back?" He asks his brow furrowing.

"I should go back now," I answer honestly. "But..." licking my lips I reach up to run a hand through my hair. "Now that I've found you... I don't know if I want to go back."

"Oh?" He questions.

"I mean, I know I should. Especially since..." I pause as a picture of Bucky fills my mind. I couldn't bring myself to speak the words. I couldn't look Geralt in the eyes and say I had to go back because I cared for another man. I really needed to sort out these feelings of mine; but how do I that?

"The man..." Geralt starts, voicing my worries, "The one... the one I always see you with. Will you go back to him?"

"Geralt..." I pause not even sure what to say.

My mind was racing. I had forgotten for a moment that he visited me when he was sleeping. If he visited me like I visited him then he would have seen me with Bucky. I mean what do you say in a moment like this? I am about to reply when the herald calls out that the Queen has returned. Geralt turns to look toward where the queen was coming in, her armor all covered in blood splatter. I look past her to see Thor and Wanda looking over at me nervously and I give them a quick nod.

"Geralt," I call softly. Not loud enough to draw attention, but loud enough to get his attention. He turns back to look at me and I furrow my brow. "I'll be right back."

I could see in his eyes he didn't want me to go, but I had to. I go to walk past him when he gently grabs my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine.

"And if I ask you not to go?" He inquiries his voice low.

"I..." A surge of electricity washes over me, beginning at our fingertips flowing up my arm until I feel it hit my soul. "I would st-"

"You lie, you little shite!" I hear a male yell out and I turn from Geralt to see a big red headed man puffing his chest out to a smaller man. "You've never faced so much as a bad meal in your life, never mind a manticore."

"I've had manticores thrice as fat and ugly as you perish under my steel!"

"Under your bullshit, more like. How many stings has it got then?"

"Two!"

"Hah! Go away and shite!"

As the men continue to argue I take the chance to collect myself and frowning I pull my hand from his.

"Geralt, I have to-"

"Enough. We have a renowned guest here tonight. Perhaps he can declare which esteemed lord is telling the truth." The queen calls out and I stand there unsure of what to do.

"Neither." Geralt answers.

"Are you calling me a liar, old man?" The red headed noble asks anger in his voice. I clench my fist as I try not to get offended on Geralt's behalf.

"The Butcher of Blaviken bleats utter nonsense." Another noble adds and I can feel the anger radiating from Geralt. He looks over to Jaskier and I follow his gaze to see the bard subtly shaking his head. Geralt clenches his jaw before he speaks.

"Perhaps the lords encountered... rare subspecies of manticore." Geralt lies easing the tension in the room. The queen laughs heartily.

"Perhaps our esteemed guest would like to entertain us with how he slayed the elves at the edge of the world?" She urges causing a mighty roar to fill the hall.

"There was no slaying. I had my arse kicked by a ragged band of elves. I was about to have my throat cut when Filavandrel let me go."

"But the song?" Everyone questions and Geralt smirks.

"At least when Filavandrel's blade kissed my throat, I didn't shit myself." He adds and I snort as I try to hide a laugh. "Which is all I can hope for you, good lords. At your final breath, a shitless death. But I doubt it." He finishes and I look down to the floor and smile. Then straightening my back, I take this chance to slowly move to the shadows away from Geralt.

The queen mentioned something about Geralt joining her at her table and I watched as he glanced back to find me gone and then reluctantly made his way up to the head table. I quickly make my way over to where Thor and Wanda were. Reaching them I feel Wanda's hand touch my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" She asks and I bite my lips to keep the tears that were stinging my eyes.

"I can't think about that right now." Clearing my throat, I continue, "I spoke to him and I asked him if he had heard of someone else sharing our connection and he said yes, but thankfully, that mage is dead. Hydra has no way of making a Witcher army."

"I guess, we go home." I say and they nod.

"Well, why not enjoy the party at least while we are here?" Thor offers a smiling filling his lips.

"Thor,"

"Listen to me (Name), you don't want to go back with regrets." Thor interrupts causing me to glance to where Geralt is. "Take this moment to spend as much time with him as possible."

"What if," I start my eyes moving from Geralt down to my hands. "What if I don't wanna go back? What if I wanted to stay?"

"As much as I would love to tell you to follow your heart, and you must have seen him in your dreams for a reason," Wanda prattles.

"Please tell me there's an end to this suspense."

"You have a life back in our world. You have friends and family that love you and want you to be happy, but could you be happy here? I mean minus your tall, pale, and brooding over there. Are you sure you won't miss the hustle and bustle of our live back home? I know for a fact you'll miss the indoor plumbing, TV, and music."

She had me there. I wouldn't be able to live without a hot shower and an actual toilet that flushed. Granted, I could always have Tony make me a solar powered device that I could store music, movies, and shows on. God why was my life so complicated.

"All that is true." I start a sigh leaving my lips. "But for tonight. I just want to take Thor's advice and enjoy this moment, while I have it."

"Good, let's get drunk. Shall we?" Thor asks and I chuckle as I nod.

"Not too drunk though, I don't want to make any bad decisions." I reply making them chuckle.

"So, what did he say when you told him that you saw him in your dreams?" Wanda asks and I smile sadly.

"That he saw me too." I answer causing both of them to stare at me.

"You mean..." Wanda looks past me to where Geralt sat next to the queen still looking annoyed. "The link works both ways?"

"Yeah, I have to admit I was ecstatic when I found out; but I was also a little worried."

"You do realize what this means, right?" Wanda inquires making me narrow my eyes at her.

"What?"

"That means that the mage would have seen our world. There might be something pertaining to mutants or super soldiers."

"A Witcher is kind of like a mix of the two, just more, I don't know, magic-y. If the mage is dead, then that means they can't visit our world anymore, so why worry?" I ask making her look up at Thor for help explaining.

"What if they have some lore on who we are, or more importantly who he is?" She continues pointing to Thor.

"The princes earlier would have said something, or at least have acted scared at the sight of him." I confirm making her let out a sigh of relief.

"Good point."

"Calm down Wanda, enjoy yourself, everything will be fine."