Stolen

AN: I always wanted to write a song fic for this one. Thought it'd be perfect for Romy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Romy, (or any other MARVEL character) and I don't own Stolen. Dashboard Confessional does.

When did he realize it?
He couldn't be sure.
So long ago now.
It changed him.
He'd never be the same.

We watched the season pull up it's own stakes.
And catch the last weekend, of the last week.
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced.
Another sun soaked season.
Fades away.

You have stolen my heart.
You have stolen my heart.

It burned her throat, but she downed another two oz glass.
She twisted and twirled, staying upright despite the three shots she'd just drank.
She had to avoid the hands.
Not the ones she wanted.
It was invite only.

Invitation only, grand farewells.
Crash the best one, of the best ones.
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed.
Too early to, say goodnight.

You have stolen my heart.
You have stolen my heart.

He was late.
She would kill him.
He saw her with just one glance around the crowded room.
Drunk and swaying, completely lost.
Maybe she wouldn't kill him.
He reached out a hand to touch her.
He had to touch her.
His hand, she wouldn't swat away.

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration.
One good stretch before our hibernation.
Our dreams assured.
And we all.

She perked up with him here.
She didn't feel drunk at all.
He was her magic.

Will sleep well, sleep well.
Sleep well.
Sleep well.
Sleep well.

"Y' have y' know." He says.
"Ah have? Lil ole meh stole a thief's heart." She laughs.

You have stolen,
You have stolen,
You have stolen,
My,
Heart.

"Don't doubt y'self Chere. Dere never could be anyone else who could." He says as they dance.
"Shut up, swamp rat." She doesn't mean it. She never wants him to stop.

I watch you spin around in your highest heels.
You are the best one, of the best ones.
We
All
Look
Like
We
Feel.

"Never." It's a promise. He knows.

You have stolen my,
You have stolen my,
You have stolen my,
heart.