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Shane was sitting next to his boyfriend with his laptop open on his lap. On the screen was a full blown semi professional PowerPoint titled “Why you should get me pregnant”

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"You want to get pregnant? Is there a part in your presentation that tells me why you want this," he asks, clearly invested.

Ilya doesn't ask how they would get this to work. If it made Shane happy, he'd find a way.

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Bob absolutely hated large crowds and he hated even more the fact that crowds were a necessary part of his job with the Thunderbolts. Every time someone merely glanced in his direction his brain automatically became paranoid. Why were they staring at him? Was something wrong with him? Of course something was wrong with him. He was a problem. He was wrong and everything was his fault. They all secretly hated him. He could feel his heart racing and his flight or fight instinct kicked in. He needed to find Yelena. Yelena was his person. The one who could help calm him without judgment. Thankfully it didn’t take him long and he walked over to where she was.

Yelena clocked him before he even reached her: his shoulders too tight, his jaw wired like he was ready to bite the whole room just for looking. Crowds never sat right with Bob, and she’d learned the hard way that when his eyes went that wide, he wasn’t seeing people, he was seeing danger.

She leaned back against the wall, deliberately casual, and crooked a half-smile at him the moment he got within reach. “You look like you’re about to wrestle the air itself,” she teased, low enough so no one else could hear. Then, softer, “Come here, idiot.”

Without waiting, she caught his sleeve and tugged him closer until he was right there beside her. She didn’t wrap him up, too many eyes around for that, but she let her shoulder brush his, steady contact.

“They stare at me too, you know,” she murmured, tone dry, like she was confiding some grand secret. “But that’s because I’m gorgeous. You? You’re safe with me. Breathe.”

Her gaze cut across the room, daring anyone to keep watching them. Then she turned back, eyes softer just for him. “You don’t have to fight this whole crowd, Bob. Just stand here. With me.”

Yelena’s fingers tightened around his sleeve like an anchor and didn’t let go. When he stumbled closer, all jaw and jitter, she reached out and slid two fingers along the inside of his wrist, light, deliberate, until she felt the frantic drum under his skin. She let her thumb rest there, small, steady circles, a private metronome against chaos.

“Good,” she breathed, not loud, just enough for him. “Right here. Feel me.”

Then she caught his hand, properly, palm to palm, and folded his fingers over hers, a simple, human lock that said I’m here without making a scene. She didn’t smother him; she matched his breath, slow and shallow at first, and nudged it down with hers until the racing began to settle like someone tuning a bad radio.

“You’re not a problem, Bob,” she murmured, thumb still working that steady circle. “You’re not wrong. Not here. Not ever.” She let a crooked, private smile tug one corner of her mouth. “And if anyone wants to stare, let them. They can look all they want: they can’t steal you from me.”

"Oh, come on, just stay for—" Yelena had begun to playfully argue, in the same way they had playfully argued dozens of times before. But the grin slides from her face as Bob drops his head, like her suggestion has really burdened him. He doesn't want to stay anymore.

Okay. She probably should have seen this coming. Despite his rough past with addiction and crime, he is still a civilian. And she is a murderer. Any civilian would grow wary of her eventually.

Yet another reminder why she will always be alone.

“Cassie, we don’t poke our—”

Ant-Mun holds out her arm towards Cassie. “Sure, go ahead.”

“…guests.” Scott shrugs and says, “Honestly, I don’t know why I expected anything different.”

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❝ on a scale of 1-10, how scared were you that i was gonna die? ❞ Ellie whispered, afraid of the answer the man would give her. “Joel…I know I’m not like her, like your daughter, but thank you for saving me anyway.”

He knew just how lucky he was for Ellie's reaction to have been this... calm, not the anger he thought he would be burned with when she found out the news of what he had done with the Fireflies that night.

Instead, Joel was faced with a version of the girl that he hadn't wanted but would never walk away from, and this version actually hurt him just as much as the predicted hate he expected. How could she not know that he knew that she wasn't Sarah? Was he really that cold of a bastard that he had Ellie, doubting the fact that he would save her?

Turning to look at the girl, Joel stayed silent for a few moments before slightly shaking his head in disbelief, a frown on his face. "I don't think I can put that on a scale, babygirl." Spoken slowly, his eyes narrowed in thought at how to explain it.

"But... but you do know by now that I'm not going to let that happen to you, right? No matter how scared I am, I will always make sure you're alright before anything." At her mumbled sentence, he found himself looking at her sharply, his head already shaking from side to side.

"No- Listen, I know that... I know that... Sarah- It's a complicated topic for me to try to think about, even the good times. Especially the good times..." Joel murmured as he trailed off for a moment, only to look back at Ellie, and in a rare show of affection, he reached out for her shoulder and leaned in just enough to have his arm around her shoulder loosely, their sides resting against each other.

Admittedly, there was a certain irony to the situation. Mantis asking Nebula to be mindful and drink moderately, despite the fact that Mantis herself was tipsy.

“Mama.” Leia whispered and pulled on Sabe’s skirt. She tried to be patient and well-behaved, but this party was taking too long. She knew that her mommy was involved with a lot of important politicians, but that didn’t mean Leia liked them all. Some of them had terrible energy surrounding them.

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The feeling of a small hand tugging on Sabé’s skirt drew her away from listening to the senators trying to curry favor with her wife.

Not like anyone was paying her any attention. Quietly excusing herself, she turned and knelt down to Leia’s level to see what she needed.

"Hey, sweet girl, what's do you need?"

Sabé wasn't going to lie, Leia's request made her heart melt a little. Picking her daughter up, Sabé balanced her on her hip.

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