I Will Never Love You Enough.

I lived my whole life believing that because of my ability, I was devoided of feeling any love or attachment for anybody. I considered myself aromantic even.

Until I saw him. In one of my castings. It was a subtle glimps to my right. His restrained stature retreating away from me yet as if he felt me looking, he craned his neck a bit and glanced straight through my eyes with a languid face. It felt like hours but it was just a second.

After that, the damned spoiled god of mischief invaded my life. I didn't like it. Didn't hate it either- and that was a first.

I had a thought, that maybe- hopefully I can feel differently towards him.

But a thought will be a thought.
Unspoken.

Because I will never be able to love you, enough.

But here he is, stating that I was wrong.

But am I? Wrong?

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Story is set after the Captain America; civil war arc; after Spiderman: homecoming