𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⇿ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐧

✧ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ✧

➵ Harley's pov

I had been messaging back and forth with Scarlett for a few days now. Her mom confusion to some of the abbreviations I used over text never failed to make me laugh. She had sent me the address to the café she loved, asking to meet late afternoon. I graciously accepted because who would say no to Black Widow?

I drove from Beverly Hills to the café in Long Beach in my 1960s Ferrari California. Despite it being one of my most valuable and favourite cars, the public didn't know about it as I had recently inherited it from my first MMA trainer. He made money being a trainer to the stars but took a chance on me when I moved to America. Whilst he took a step back from my career after it became more time consuming, he would always be there for me in and out of the octagon.

He died just before my last fight and this was the first time I was taking the car out. The rest of his property was given to his daughter Jennifer who was also a close friend of mine and the one who convinced him to give me the car, his worry being she would be offended if she didn't get it. Mr Lawrence was always there for others and this car made it feel like a small part of him was still with me. His funeral had been a small affair, Jen taking time off from filming her latest project to organise everything and process her father's death. I had called her a few times since the funeral, but she had been so busy catching up with the work she had missed for Red Sparrow, that she barely said more than a few words. She was coming to the UFC finals, I worried that it would be hard for her to watch because it was what her dad dedicated his life to, but she assured me it would be more of a cathartic experience for her.

Street after street passed by as came closer to Long Beach, finding private parking tucked away so the car would be safe. I put a hat on and put my hood up to give the best chance of remaining hidden from the paparazzi.

The coastline was beautiful, the sea stretching out for miles in shades of blue and green. I was glad to see the café looked out onto it so I could enjoy the view more. Scarlett arrived a few minutes after me, carefully taking off her sunglasses and looking at me with piercing green eyes.

"So Harley, what do you do for a living?" she asked as our drinks were served. Scarlett ordering a skinny latte while I ordered a double espresso.

"I'm actually a professional fighter and I do a little bit of investing on the side"

"Very nice, I'm guessing the investing is more to pay the bills?"

"Yeah and to make money for a charity I'm setting up. It's for LGBTQ+ teens trying to support those who've been kicked out getting them support for heading into adult life. Whether it be university scholarships or a loan for a first house. I'm actually really excited about it"

Scarlett listened intently, taking a sip of her drink as I spoke, her hands tapping on the coffee mug.

"Wow Harley that's amazing. I don't know many people that are that generous with their wealth. You know the more I get to know you the more I like you"

"I have to say you're one of my favourite actors so that means more than you think. I'm a bit of a Marvel fan"

"You flatter me, but if you are a big fan and a professional fighter you might actually be excited with what I have to say. Our stunt coordinator got fired after releasing Avengers spoilers to the press and they're looking for someone to replace him. Would you be interested?"

My schedule was already packed. From the UFC finals training, charity work and multiple investors meetings, I was running out of time for myself. On the other hand, I was a diehard Marvel fan and always intrigued by what went into filming the movies.

"You know what, I'd love to. I'm pretty busy but most of my schedule is decided by me so I could definitely find a way to work things around this"

"Perfect, Kevin Feige's going to love you. All the other guys he tried to hire have been awful"

"Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations"

Scarlett smiled, before pulling out her phone to message my contact information to Kevin. Not even five minutes later I got a message back, asking if I was free tomorrow for a call to talk more. Scarlett was probably more excited about me potentially landing the job, making me promise to message her what happened. We finished our coffees and parted ways. I took one last chance to look out at the view as I went to my car.