"Bruce, I’m fine. Alright?"

"You just told me you weren't."

            Had it been years earlier, had she still been an active soldier as opposed to a freedom fighter, had she still been residing in the cramped apartment that she had owned in Brooklyn then she would not have believed that this was possibly. She would not have thought that she would be married with a child on the way but here they were; her hand in his with her fingers entwined around her husband’s and her hand on her stomach. 

Coming to lean against him, smiling to him, covering her light steps by resting on his shoulder. “I’m glad we did that.”

"Likewise."

Two years ago, he wouldn't have ever seen himself with anyone at all, let alone walking out of a chapel holding his wife's hand. It was a pleasing feeling, being with someone who knew everything about him and didn't turn away, being with someone whom he considered a best friend. It was a stereotypical way to view marriage, but it was what he felt.

"What do you want to do now?"

[ There’s a gentle knocking at his door. ]

[ Said door swings open, the billionaire himself behind it, brow raised. ]

Lead the way.

        The wedding itself was small and almost informal, with only a few witnesses and taking only a few seconds. It was amazing, just how quickly their lives could be forever entwined, but he was grateful for it. There was no need for any kind of extra celebrations that they could not hold together, in private, out of the public eye. Barbados had plenty to offer without the press and other unwanted guests stalking them. For now, he had her hand in his, a bouquet in his free hand as they walked.

"That was it." 

    You could buy me new things.

You're right. I could. Let's go.

   Lets go.

You should pack your things.

I love you. 

Marry me.

That's the plan. I can take my plan, fly us down there.

You, really, wanna do this.

Do you?

              We’ll need witnesses.

There are people in the place?

You’re not inviting Alfred to your wedding?

I want to, but where we're going is for the honeymoon as well.

Alfred’ll kill us.

He doesn't have to know.

Still not wearing that outfit for you.

I don’t care if you’ve always had a crush on Captain America since you were a kid.

No. That wasn't it. I was thinking--we could elope.