The Spark That Never Dies Part: One

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Marry me."

You let the words float in the air between the two of you, enjoying how they sounded, but being blindsided by the meaning behind them. The weight the request carried was not lost on you as the assassin waited for a response.

"Hm?" You hummed, hoping when she opened her mouth again, the words that would sail past her perfectly shaped lips would be the same, but expecting her to ask you if you still wanted to have that bath.

Because someone who's seen you at your worst and most vulnerable, aka naked, couldn't have meant it.

All jokes aside, she was staring into your eyes expectantly and you were giving her a blank, mindless one back. Your mind being wiped clean of all coherent thought.

"I said, marry me." She repeated, squeezing your fingertips as your hands threatened to slip from hers.

The longer you took, making her wait, the more worried she got that you'd say no and you didn't want to do that to her.

Plus, you totally wanted to marry this adorable, stubborn, jealous, beautiful, funny, compassionate, fireball of an Avenger if it's the only thing you ever did.

But making her wait is something you couldn't imagine doing if you had anything to say about it.

"Of course, I'll marry you." You breathed and her eyes that had fallen to your hands snapped back to yours as the words tumbled off your lips.

"I love you." She put her hand to your cheek and instead of pulling you in for a kiss, you yanked her down on top of you, falling back on the floor.

The two of you giggled as you rolled your hips under her, earning a low growl from the redhead.

"You should know what you're truly getting into though," You started right before she had the chance to capture your mouth with hers, "I'm no lady."

"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows, running her fingers across your cheek, and over your lips, "Care to elaborate?"

"I'm very immature and will mess up a lot," You paused, but when she didn't interrupt, you said, "This is where you tell me that's not true, but whatever, moving on," You scoffed and she laughed above you, moving your legs to part with her knee so she could snuggle between them, "My weaknesses include, but aren't limited to, radio stations with little to no advertisements, beautiful redheads, and Golden hour."

"Golden hour?" She raised her head off your neck to look into your eyes with a quirked eyebrow.

"It's an hour of uninterrupted Golden Girls viewing while simultaneously eating an entire cheesecake."

She hesitated, going to ask something, but deciding against it.

"Go on."

"I'm not an overly emotional person though." You raised a finger and she laughed.

"Says the girl who broke down while watching a commercial yesterday morning." She smirked.

"They were abused puppies and a Sarah McLachlan song! I am not a robot."

"Okay, okay," She chuckled, leaning on her forearms that were on each side of your head, "What else?"

"I have a process about going about anything new, marriage included."

"A process?"

"You want to know about my process?"

"Sure do." She smiled, pecking a kiss to your lips quickly, and leaving you chasing hers.

"Alright," You huffed, "It basically starts with a 'whaddup?' and ends in an acquittal."

"What the hell am I getting into?"