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"This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"

When the Avengers were assigned a mission to Wakanda, Steve didn't think things would escalate so quickly. One second, they were landing, the next thing he knows they’re standing side by side the king and his army.

Everything happened so fast. Meeting the Wakandans, getting Vision to a lab, seeing Bucky again, standing across Thanos’ army. Before he knew it, he was running across the field, fighting the Outriders.

Minutes passed, but it felt like hours. Steve didn't have time to check in on everyone, every time he took one Outrider out, another two followed.

“Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” Sam speaks through the ear piece.

Steve stands back and takes a look around him, searching. The realization dawns on him and hits him like a ton of bricks. They’re heavily outnumbered, they could lose this one. He doesn't believe it, he won't stop fighting until his last breath, but he has to be prepared.

His eyes land on one Avenger to the next until his eyes land on the familiar head of blonde hair.

Suddenly overcome with the need to be near her, he makes a break for it. Fighting along the way until he reaches her, where they fight side by side.

“What are you doing, we need to get to Vision,” Natasha chimes beside him, spearing an Outrider.

There’s chaos around them, but he doesn't care. They’re fighting an army of ten together, he tosses her his shield, she flings her spear to an enemy behind him.

"There’s something important I need to do first,” he states, breathless.

“What could be more important right now,” she questions him, confused.

"This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"

She stops in her tracks and it almost gets her killed. If he wasn't there to throw her spear, she would've been a goner.

He leans toward her and takes her by the arm, pulling him toward her.

“I should've done this sooner, I know, but if we lose this. Half of us are gone,” he pauses to look at her with their fingers intertwined.

“Marry me?”

She’s afraid and he can sense it, she’s afraid to lose him, to lose the battle, to lose half of humanity.

“Yes,” she says strongly, with tears in her eyes.

“On my way, aargh,” they hear from Wanda, breaking their moment.

"Tomorrow,” she’s backing away, towards where she remembers Wanda was.

“You marry me tomorrow, Captain,” she smiles at him.

"You're a massive fucking douche, you know that?"

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"You're a massive douche, you know that?"

Her voice echoes in the compound from the volume in which she yells it across to him.

Steve and Natasha stop in their tracks, turning back to look between her and Bucky, understanding who it was aimed towards.

Nat gives him a sympathetic look, while Steve pats Bucky on the shoulder. There's a hint of a you're in trouble smile at the corners of Steve's lips, as he takes Nat's hand in his, and ushers her out the double doors.

Bucky doesn't turn around until he sees the double doors shut silently.

When he turns to look at her she has red flames sparking around her fingertips slightly. He's really done it now.

"We're doing this now," he questions her while playing with the gloves he has on.

They still hadn't changed out of their suits from the mission.

"You almost got killed," her accent is thicker than usual, meaning she's the angriest she's been in a long time.

"Everyone almost gets killed every time," he says calmly.

"Not like this!"

He's silent for a minute after her outburst.

He scared her, he knows it. He saw it in the field. For the first time he's ever seen, she froze from it.

"We're all fine now, Wan-"

"You don't get to play winner just because it worked this time. Today we won, tomorrow," she pauses eyes watering as she looks away.

He sighs and walks closer to her, her back is turned to him now and her hand is covering her mouth, silent tears falling.

He stands a little behind her, arms reach away but not invading her space.

"I know you've lost everything, believe me, I know how it feels..."

"But I won't apologize for protecting you at every chance I get. If I have to lay down my life for yours, so be it. I'll choose that option every time," he finishes.

She turns with red rimmed eyes and they crash into a hug.

"I'd choose it too," she whispers in his neck.

A silent omen. A secret promise.

30. “ You’re jealous.”

Allie loved her life in New Haven. She never thought she would, especially after the first few years. Fortunately, things started turning up after the fifth year.

The mayor status has been alternating the last ten years. Helena, Harry, Grizz, Becca, and herself had been taking turns every two years in the position. It’s saved them from the animosity they used to face.

There was a town meeting tonight, Harry was the mayor this term. It was about the recent discoveries made towards finding home again. This meeting was set up weekly for any and new inquiries.

Allie pulled Emily onto her lap as she watched Harry from the back row, trying to keep her quiet. It was almost impossible these days as she was nearing three years old and Allie found it to be the loudest age.

“Any other questions,” Harry’s voice echoes.

After a few moments of silence, “alright, then. Meeting adjourned. See everyone at Christmas dinner tomorrow.”

She felt Emily squirming in her lap, letting Allie know she was ready to get down.

She let her go and watched Emily run straight through the walkway of the church.

“Daddy!”

Harry turned just in time to catch Emily from the conversation he was having with Helena.

“Agh, my big girl came to the grown up meeting,” he said smiling at her.

“Allie,” someone called her.

She turned to see Clark calling for her.

“Clark,” she responded in the same tone.

He walked over to her from the entrance double doors, stopping just a foot in front of her.

“Hey, are we still on pick up duty tomorrow morning,” he questioned her smiling.

She took a step back to put more distance between them. Clark would get like this. He’d make some excuse to talk to her about work or mayoral duties, invading her personal space, while being extra sweet.

“Same as every Monday, Clark,” she comments to him.

“Well, how about we carpool this time? I could use the company,” he flirts.

Allie opens her mouth to decline him with some excuse but gets cut off by the voice behind her.

“Thanks Clark, but I think she’s got better company elsewhere,” Harry says icily.

Harry comes to stand next to Allie and puts one arm around her shoulder while the other one is occupied carrying Emily.

Allie smiles politely at Clark, “We’re gonna head out Clark. See you tomorrow.”

Allie, Harry, and Emily made their way out the church on their way to the Bingham home.

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“Em, baby, why don’t you go get into your jammies and daddy and I will come tuck you in, in a few minutes,” Allie kisses Emily on the head before she jumps up the stairs.

“I could use the company, psh,” Harry mocks from the kitchen.

Allie makes her way to him and rests her hands on the island listening to him ranting.

“I mean where does he get off. We’ve been married for five years, we have a family, and he’s still trying,” he trails off slamming the cabinets searching for an unknown item.

“You’re jealous,” Allie giggles.

Harry stops rummaging through the kitchen to give her a look.

“Don’t look so amused, this isn't funny. We got a serious problem here,” he says half amused half frustrated, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Oh, do pray tell,” she says mimicking his stance.

“I’m a mayor, Pressman. I can't exactly go around throwing punches at Clark.”

He leans back against the counter, she can see the anger filter through his eyes.

“However, if he doesn’t quit,” he pauses, “mayoral status be damned.”

She crosses the distance between them and pulls his hands out of it’s crossed position, lacing their fingers together.

She leans up on her tippy toes and presses a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek.

“You, me, Em, forever. There’s no one and nothing else that can come in between that.”

He smiles down at her and she can tell his anxiousness has disappeared.

“Come on, let’s go put her to bed,” Allie pulls him by his hand towards the stairs.

“You’re wrong you know. There is one more person,” he comments.

She looks back at him confused.

“Baby Bingham Number Two.”

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This was so fun! I love domestic!Hallie any day. 

69. “You can’t be serious.” + 70. “Opposites do attract, I guess.” + 71. “Go on. Tell me you hate me.”

Soulmates. New Ham and no parents and soulmates. Allie couldn't believe her ears when she heard Cassandra and Gordie announce it to the citizens of New Ham.

They’ve been here for an entire year now, this strange place they’ve begun to call home. When they first got there, almost everyone was marked with a fresh tattoo. No one remembers how they got them, or even when. At some point, they’ve begun to realize some of them have matching tattoos.

Sam and Grizz have matching clouds. Will and Kelly adorn the same speckles of a constellation she doesn't remember the name of. Helena and Luke have a matching yin-yang symbol. Even Cassandra has an identical puzzle piece to Gordie’s.

Some people don’t have any new tattoos, like Elle and her cousin Campbell. If what Cassandra says is true, she’s thankful for it.

“You can’t be serious,” it’s Harry.

He whispers, his tone slightly intrigued and slightly astonished.

The small group of friends leisure around the Bingham kitchen counter, huddled speaking in hushed voices. They’ve been having meetings here with the small few of them for the last six months, Allie doesn’t think it’ll change.

“As far as I can tell, only pairs have matching tattoos,” Gordie answers.

“Well what about the people who don’t,” Sam signs. Gordie shrugs at him in answer.

“I know it’s a lot to process. We could be, completely wrong. But this is what I’m willing to bet my money on. If we have any new information, you’ll be the first to know,” Allie finishes, bringing the meeting to a close.

Allie was voted mayor two weeks after Cassandra’s resignation. She’s been mayor for the last nine months.

“I trust your judgement, Allie,” Kelly chimes.

“Me, too,” Becca stands.

“Well, anyone on kitchen duty, if we don't leave right now, we’re gonna be late,” Will cuts through the conversation, halting any additional comments until they can meet again.

Everyone slowly shuffles out of Harry’s kitchen throwing over their shoulders a “Bye Harry” and “Bye Allie” in unison. Sam and Grizz are the only ones who hug her tight before they leave.

Harry and Allie are left alone in the kitchen, he starts picking up the mugs and dishes left on the counter used.

"All this time, and their loyalty is still unmatched to this day. It’s impressive, Pressman,” he smiles slightly at her.

“It’s cause they like me better than you, Bingham.”

He laughs loudly and sets the dishes in the sink, turns and leans on the counter, looking at her with folded arms.

“Soulmates,” he breathes out softly, “I never expected that, that's for sure.”

She puts her weight into her elbows, leaning on the island across from Harry.

“I don't think anyone did.”

He crosses the distance between them and stops in close proximity, so close she can smell the cologne he hoards from the rest of the boys.

His extends his hand and moves a curly hair from in front of her face. He takes one small step back, stretches his arms behind, and pulls off his shirt from the top. He tosses the shirt over his shoulder and reaches for the bottom of Allie’s, tugging it over her head until it’s mussed her hair, and is thrown next to his on the floor. He grasps her hips and lifts her onto the island, where she’s at his eye level now.

She can feel him trace the dragon that begins at her ribcage and ends on her lower hip, dangerously lower. He looks at his own shoulder, where the exact same dragon lays over his bicep.

“Soulmates, huh,” he whispers still tracing the dragon. “Opposites do attract, I guess.”

“Who would've thought, enemies to soulmates,” she giggles at the notion of it.

“Enemies, really? You think I was that bad,” his arms circle behind her, settled on her lower back, faces close.

“Who said I still don't,” she’s jokes.

He smirks at her and pushes her hair off her shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Go on. Tell me you hate me.”

She knows, he knows, she doesn't hate him. He knows it’s the opposite.

Her eyes dart to his, “We’re not so different, you and me. You like telling people we are, but we’re the same, we’re cut from the same cloth.”

“Let’s get out of this town.”

Allie could feel the desk piercing into her back, causing pain to shoot up her spine and breaking away from Harry’s lips.

“Ouch, ouch.”

"You okay,” he looks at her concerned.

“Yeah, just not all too convenient to make out in an empty classroom,” she jokes smirking.

He laughs lowly and wordlessly lifts her so she’s sitting on the table top, legs circling his waist.

“Better?”

She looks at him, messy hair and swollen lips, his beauty catches her off guard often. She figures she looks the same.

“Mhm.”

He leans close so his lips are hovering above hers, barely grazing.

“Let’s get out of this town,” he whispers so quietly she thinks she’s imagined it.

“What?”

“Just for a little, right before graduation. I just want you all to myself where I don't have to worry about Cassandra or Will or Kelly or anyone else. Just you and me.”

She leans back and focuses her eyes on the clock in the corner of the class.

“Harry, we have a trip tonight. We can't just disappear, everyone will ask questions. We’ve been waiting for this all year.”

“Screw the trip. We can make better memories alone,” he says playfully.

She leans back and puts one arm around his neck while the other messes with the hairs falling on his forehead.

“While that sounds tempting,” she pauses and gives him a sly smile, “we have forever to be together, alone, Bingham. High school isn’t forever.”

He sighs in defeat, letting her know she won this argument.

“It’s not a no,” she looks at him seriously, “it’s... someday.”

“Someday. I’ll hold you to that promise, Pressman.”

High school never ended, and someday came sooner than they expected.

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I jumped with inspiration at this prompt, so I ran with it so quick. I loved writing it, I promise to get to everyone’s as soon as I can! 

“it’s you it’s always been you”

Harry has known Allie Pressman for as long as he can remember. She was the girl a few houses down. The sister of his biggest competitor and strongest opponent. She was the curly haired girl all the guys talked about in class but never really talked to.

They had always had a mutual respect for one another. Sometimes he’d give her a drive around town to kill time. Sometimes she’d come over and help him babysit his sister. He thinks in another lifetime they would've been more than friends if he hadn't been with Kelly for so long.

He loves Kelly, he knows this, but Allie’s different. Where Kelly is familiar, Allie is home. Kelly is soft and delicate, Allie is fire and unapologetic. He thinks Kelly is someone he likes, but Allie is someone he needs.

The realization hits him like a ten ton weight against his chest, when he’s standing in the church. Someday they would call it the Church of New Ham, but today it’s just the same church he’s always come to on Sunday’s with his family.

Kelly dumped him just ten minutes ago, accusing him of caring more about Allie than her, that he’s had feelings for her all along. All he can think about is Allie. Where she’s standing next to Will for most of the night.

He drops the red solo cup from his right hand and makes his way straight towards them.

He pulls Allie’s arm and tugs her to him.

“What the hell, Harry,” she comments angrily.

“It’s you,” he says breathless.

She looks at him confused, “yeah, it’s me, Allie. How much have you had to drink, Bingham?”

He just stares at her incredulously, “it’s you, it’s always been you.”

She looks at their intertwined hands and then back up to him.

Softly, she says, “what are you talking about, Harry?”

“About that other world. It seems like a nice place.”

Allie thinks back to the conversation more often than she likes to admit. Weeks have passed since that day, yet everywhere she goes she can’t seem to shake Harry Bingham from her mind.

Things have been stable in the town, no uprisings, no riots, everyone gets along. It’s kind of boring, actually.

Apparently, Allie isn’t the only one who thinks so. Before she knows it, she’s invited to the third party New Ham has ever had. Hosted by none other than Harry Bingham himself.

When Allie makes her way through the crowd, the sense of Deja Vu creeps up her spine and settles. It seems like another lifetime ago she was here doing the exact same thing.

“Allie Pressman, so we meet again,”  Harry stands behind her, red solo cup in one hand smiling warmly at her.

If she lets herself, she thinks that smile is only saved for her.

“You happy to see me, Bingham,” she asks him.

His smile grows, “you have no idea.”

She’s speechless for a second, staring into his eyes.

Then she clears her throat and positions her hands in her pockets, “then you should get me a drink.”

A few hours pass, Harry and Allie are inseparable for most of it, save for the few times she breaks away to go talk to her friends. She always finds her way back to him.

It’s late into the night, the party still raging, when Harry takes Allie onto the roof of the house, right outside his bedroom window.

“Harry, you’re gonna get the mayor killed,” she’s holding his hands for dear life.

“Nah, you’ll just break a bone,” she swats him and wobbles, instantly regretting it.

They lay down side by side and talk for what seems like a few more hours, but isn’t too much time passed.

“Do you ever think this will feel normal,” he pauses, looking up at the sky, “New Ham.”

She stares up at the stars, not looking at him, “Sometimes,” she pauses, “everything feels normal. Like this is the rest of our lives and it’s okay. But other days, it just feels like we’re in some foreign place, passing time until we go back home.”

“Until you remember, this is home now,” he finishes for her.

“I think I hated New Ham for a long time, I don’t mind it so much anymore. I think this place made me better,” he says.

“I just miss my sister,” he whispers.

She looks at him then, and says just as quietly, “me too.”

There’s a silence that falls between them, she thinks he’s afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Harry Bingham always surprises her, “She would be proud of you. She might have planted the starting steps, but you made New Ham what it is.”

Her eyes well with unshed tears at his words. She thinks about Cassandra everyday, whether she would agree with the decisions she’s made, what she’s done with New Ham. She thinks he’s right, she’ll never know.

“I wanted to kiss you tonight,” he says suddenly, catching her off guard.

“Wanted to,” it’s not a question.

“The last time I kissed you,” he trails off, they both laugh outright at his insinuation.

“While that sounds like a good time,” he looks at her smiling mischievously.

He pauses and takes her hand, his features softening, “I wanna do it right this time.”

It hits her like a ton of bricks, his words. He wants to be with her, fully, committed.

“I know you need time. Everything that’s happened, Cassandra and Dewey and Campbell,” she can hear the guilt in his voice.

While his words influenced Cassandra’s death, Harry saved Allie from Campbell when it mattered most. She’s forgiven him for most of it, she just can’t shake the image of Cassandra from her sight. She’d tell her to stay far away if she were still here.

“Someday?”

The question lingers in the air longer than he expects it to.

When they celebrate Betty’s eighteenth birthday, things are so different than the year prior. Their class graduated just three months before, but it feels like a lifetime ago to Betty. Since they’ve graduated things have changed a lot for Betty.

She doesn't spend much time with Jughead nowadays, their breakup was six months prior and doesn't feel so fresh anymore. They have a weekly hangout with most of the group that remained in Riverdale but other than that she doesn't see much of him.

Cheryl and Toni come over everyday to keep her company, they’ve become a trio of best friends, lately. She can't remember a time when they weren't so close, she doesn't prefer to either.

She Facetimes Veronica once a week since she’s moved to New York, sometimes it'll last hours but sometimes it'll only last a few minutes. Time differences and life circumstances are always getting in the way, they try their best. She’s dating a businessman named Chad, she’s happy.

She spends most of her time with Archie, almost every waking moment actually. Around a week after Veronica moved out of Riverdale, things with Archie escalated. She still can't think of showers without remembering him. They didn't talk much about this, whatever they are. She thinks she might be in love with him all over again, but she has no idea where he stands. She doesn't push, it’s nice to feel important to anyone.

They’re all each other has. Archie’s all alone since Fred’s death, his mom stuck around for a few months after but Archie reassured her he’d be okay without her. Polly is off somewhere in Texas living on a farm, her mom set out for New Jersey for a fresh scene to get away from the troubles of her past in Riverdale.

She’s currently sitting in a booth at Pop’s, Archie’s arm is draped behind her. She leans forward to blow out her birthday candles on top of her milkshake, Toni and Cheryl sitting across them.

“Betty Cooper, eighteen suits you, cousin,” Cheryl giggles at her.

“Is it weird to feel so old and so young at the same time?”

"If we didn't live in this town I would've said you’re crazy, but given everything we’ve been through, hell no,” Toni says.

Suddenly they’re going through the list of events that happened throughout high school and the entire shoppe could hear their laughter.

“Well, this was fun but I think it’s time to call it a night,” Cheryl makes her way to stand.

They each make their way outside and the four of them break into their respective duos. Betty and Archie are walking hand in hand through the dark neighborhood when she catches him staring at her longer than usual.

“What, I’m eighteen, not eighty,” she laughs at him with a confused expression.

He just smiles at her.

“Okay Arch, what’s going on, you’re freaking me out,” she comments stopping them in the middle of the sidewalk under a cherry blossom tree.

“Betty, we need to talk,” he stars, letting go of her hand.

Her heart drops, here it comes. She’d seen this coming, she knew it was too good to be true.

“It’s okay Arch, you don’t have to say anything. I understand, we were playing with fire. I just thought-”

“What, Betty what are you-”

“we’d have a little more time, I mean, it is my birthday-”

“talking about-”

“It’s okay, I won’t be mad-”

“Marry me,” he interrupts her. It’s enough to shut her up and she thinks that was what his intention was by the look on his face.

“What?”

He ruffles his hands through his hair, mussing it up, “I screwed it up big time.”

He sighs loudly then starts rambling, “I was supposed to wait until we got home and there were lights and rose petals and candles. There was a huge sign and everything, I just-”

“Yes.”

His head snaps up and he looks at her incredulously, “What?”

Her smile is reaching her eyes when she takes a step forward and puts her hand on his cheek, “Yes, the answer is yes.”