Life is Never Completely Without it's Challenges

Chapter 23

(Wakanda or Asgard)

Y/n’s POV

Everybody knows that long distance doesn’t work. Especially this early in a relationship. I just don't understand. Yes this is an exciting project and I would love to be the director of a Heyman film, but not at the cost of losing my relationship.

Lizzie and I have been laying on the couch, binge watching the marvel movies. She wasn't a big fan of the Iron man trilogy, but I'm pretty sure people only watch them for Pepper and Natasha. Nor was she a fan of Thor The Dark World. And she refused to watch The Hulk because Mark Ruffalo wasn't in it.

Her head rests on my lap as I gently play with her hair. She had to dye it a few weeks back for the movie. And at the moment we are watching my favorite marvel movie. Captain America: The Winter Soldier. I may be biased.

It's the only movie I've actually been paying attention to. While the others played I was just thinking about why the fuck Lizzie wants to send me away. And how she could think I'm not happy. 

"Oh no Fury!" Lizzie yells quickly sitting up. "Wait, he's dead? But Samuels in the Ultron movie." Lizzie says confused. I drop my jaw. "Babe! Spoilers!" I yell, throwing my arms up. "Oh shit. I'm sorry." She giggles her apology causing me to roll my eyes, playfully.

I turn my focus back to the Tv but I can still feel her gaze on me. "Babe, you're staring." I called her out. Lizzie wastes no time before straddling me and blocking my vision of the screen. "I can't help it, you're so beautiful." She says before pressing those soft passionate lips to mine.

She pulls back and suddenly pouts. I tilt my head, confused. "You could at least compliment me back." She says, making me laugh. "Baby, you are the most  gorgeous, most talented, most caring and second smartest person I know." I say leaning in for a kiss, but she pulls away.

"Second smartest? Bubs, That’s such a bad compliment." She explains dramatically. "Well I don't wanna lie to you and ya  know Max is my main bitch, right?" I joke. Lizzie punches me real hard in the shoulder. "Ow." I whine.

"You better not have other bitches, Y/l/n." She says. "God babe, I was just kidding. Max is the only one." I tease. This time she punches me even harder in the same spot. "Ow." I whine again. I rub up and down trying to ease the pain.

"Okay, okay. I'm done." I say. "You better not fall for any hot English women when you film in england." I wasn't sure I'd she was joking or not. "Sounds like you already made my decision." I say, now being serious, as I fiddle with the hem of her shirt. "I just assumed you would..." 

"What, leave you?" I ask, rhetorically. "Baby..." I gently push her off as I stand up. "I told you this morning that I didn't want to talk about this anymore." I say, heading towards the stairs. "Are you really walking away from me?" She asks. 

I throw my hands up as I walk up the stairs and into my bedroom. She follows after me. "Baby, come on. You're not really going to pass this up. Are you?" She asks. I slide my hands through my hair out of frustration. "I was. Or I am. I-I don't know." I say. 

"This man wants you, but he's not going to wait forever, baby." Lizzie says, taking my hands in hers. "Are you going to give up on this, or pack my bags." I say sarcastically. "I don't want to be the only reason you don't go." Lizzie says. That's actually really sweet.

"And baby my project ends in, what, maybe 3 months. Plus weekends we can see each other. And phone calls, face times, texting. We'll be fine." She says.

"Three months." I repeat. "12 weeks." She says. "I'll be miserable." I told her. She laughs pulling me closer. "You're such a liar." Lizzie laughs at me, before kissing me. I grab her arm and move them up to where her hands are in my hair. I walk her backwards until she hits the bed. Then I push her down, not breaking our kiss.

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