Iris slowly trudged her way down to their makeshift prison. She didn’t have the energy to even see Barry after the emotional toll it took on her the last time. This was supposed to be a happy day for them, it was their wedding anniversary, all young couples should be relishing in this time not dreading it. Then again Iris’ life was not normal. The ring on her finger glided over her skin digging an imprint into her skin as she twisted and turned it. Maybe he’ll come back today. Going towards the screen next to her, she opened the door to reveal Barry’s cell. “Barry?” She was hesitant and ready to walk out. 

TEXT - BARRY

Iris sighed as she walked into the loft and set her bag down on the table. The night had not turned out the way she thought it would and what sucked even more was not being able to at least hit someone. She looked over at Barry not really knowing what to do. How could she forget a wedding ring? Sure her cover would be broken. Hopefully he had forgotten about it after everything happened so she tried to play it up. “We really need to stop going to fancy events,” she tried to joke as a small smile planted on her face. “Are you okay?” 

Iris was sitting at her computer looking up the pieces at the Onyx and looking up the owner. If she had to play this part right, she needed to be up on this art stuff or the job will be shot and her cover blown. Feeling the familiar whoosh of wind, Iris looked up and smiled at Barry. Things were still a little icy, but at least they were getting better. “Hey. Where have you been?” 

Text - BARRY <3

“Earth to Barry Allen, come in Barry Allen. There is a Millennium Falcon downstairs,” he said as he continued throwing Swedish Fish at him. “Yo, goober. What the hell is going on with you,” Cisco threw one last gummy at him before standing up concerned as to where Barry’s brain seemed to be. “You look like somebody died.” 

Iris furrowed her eyebrows as she got a notification on her phone about a containment cell being opened at STAR Labs. Heading downstairs when she heard the door open, Iris almost ran downstairs. “What did you do?!” she asked without even telling him what because she already knew. “Barry what did you just do to our daughter!” 

Iris hadn’t really seen Barry since everything happened so she approached the cortex timidly. The conversation she had with him was still at the front of her mind. Walking into the room, she saw Barry and sighed. “Hey,” she said walking around the desk and leaning back against it.