Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

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Once the movie ended I was so fully invested by everything that I found myself getting kinda emotional. Elizabeth's acting was so captivating that I really felt her pain when she lost her vision. Poor Wanda had to kill him for the greater good.

She lead me out of the screening area by my hand, back onto the carpet where people where starting to leave. There was still so many people here though, I was surprised they waited for almost two hours. I guess for some of them it's their job. And the crazy marvel fans who seem so in love with the cast.

"Wow." She says, I have a feeling that this is the first time she's seen the movie, even though she hasn't explicitly told me.

"That was such a good movie. Your acting was stunning." I say to her, shaking our intertwined hands.

"It was wasn't it." She replies with the cheesiest of grins. I think to myself how lucky I am to have even a shot at being with a woman like her. A lot of A-List celebrities date other famous people so it's hard for regulars like me to have a shot.

"You were." I admit. I reach into my bad and turn my phone back on, seeing as I had to turn it off when we watched the movie.

Even though it was the premier Marvel they gave us all a speech about spoilers and blah blah blah. When the bright white screen finally ends and the 4G network kicks in I see something I knew was coming but was shocking anyway.

"Elizabeth I have 57 thousand Instagram notifications." I say, astounded at the power at social media. There's also more notifications from my friends about dating a millionaire and things.

There are also some appalling ones.

'Why is she wearing suit? She's a woman, women don't wear suits.'

'Imagine gay. That's what it looks like.'

'Lizzie's standards are so low, what the hell.'

'She's trying so hard, look at her. She's so ugly.'

"What is is [Y/N]?" She asks me. I look up at my phone to see a worried look on her face. I smile at her, pushing the negative comments away.

"Nothing." I smile. She must have seen the look on my face as I scroll through the messages. Either that or she could see through my fake smile.

"No, no. Something upset you and I want to know what it is." She says, a demanding tone of voice. For someone so freaking adorable she can be pretty intimidating when she wants to.

"Just something I knew was going to happen. People messaging me horrible things." I shrug, attempting not to let the hate comments affect me.

"What sort of things?" She asks, walking up to my and taking my hand. I hand her the open phone with the messages on the screen. She looks at me cautiously before scrolling down the messages tab.

Her face scrunches up in anger and disgust, then after a moment her demeanour changes to... I think sad.

"[Y/N] this one tells you to kill yourself." She exclaims. She keeps on scrolling. I don't know why because she's only going to make herself feel bad. "And this one calls you a gold-digging whore?!"

I walk right up to her and slowly take the phone out of her hand. I slide it back into my bag while she gives me an sympathetic look. "Doesn't this make you mad? Or sad?" She asks.

"It makes my blood boil. But I'm not going to let it effect me. I like you, and I want to spend time with you. And if I have to take this for the time being then so be it." I reply, lightly pressing my body up against hers.

She sighs and goes to pull me into a hug. I avoid the hug. I hate to see the look on her face when I don't reciprocate the embrace.

"I like you too." She snaps out of her pouty face and jumps into an OhSoSmiley one.