Steve's POV

I try to leave my apartment. But there are so many paparazzi people outside, so it's impossible. Sharon's pretty happy. Spending all day just staring her ring. Or at me. And saying "We're married." Over and over again. I smile, every time though.

"What are we going to do today, wife?" I ask.

She blushes. "I don't know husband, what do you want to do?"

I flop on the couch next to her. I lace my fingers through hers. "I don't care. Just as long as I'm with you."

She laughs. "I haven't been to work in three days."

"So?"

She sighs. "I would go, but the people..."

"I know." I say. That's the one thing that she doesn't like about our marriage.

"Tell them to leave!"

"I've tried, honey."

She gets off the couch. "Want some coffee?"

I smile. "Of course."

Sharon does look adorable in my clothes. But sooner or later, we'll have to leave. I sigh and turn on the television.

"There was a fire at an apartment complex in New York on 15th St."

15th street, why does that sound so familiar?

"Lyla Stark lived in this apartment complex. No one knows if she or her fiancee are alright."

"Shit!" I yell.

Sharon comes out with two coffee cups. "Everything alright?" She asks as she sits down.

I shush her so I can hear more about this.

"Here is a witness of the fire."

"All I heard was two people screaming about a wedding. Something about jealousy and some guy named Steve."

"Fuck."I mutter.

"Then there was a crash. Someone yelled Lyla. Then I saw the smoke and grabbed my children."

The news lady looks in shock. "They said Lyla?" The woman that they were interviewing nodded. "Damn." The news lady muttered. "Back to you, Dave."

"Are you alright?" Sharon asks me.

"I-I have to go. I have to go to New York. If Lyla's really gone..." I ramble on and on.

"Avenger stuff?"

I sigh. "Could be. I'm so sorry but I have to go." I pack my bags. I go back out to the living room. "I'll be back. I promise. I love you." I kiss her.

She sighs in the kiss. Then rolls her eyes as she pulls away. "And I love you."


I arrive in New York. Its still the same New York. I get a taxi to go Stark Tower. Hopefully Peter is there, with Lyla.

I open the too big of doors for my taste. But this is Tony's. I say hello to Paul and run up the stairs. I could have taken the elevator. But that was too long of a wait. I got to the top floor. Tony was there. So was Peter.

"Is she?" I ask.

Peter groans. "And you care why? You got married. She's mine."

"Peter!" I hear someone squeal. The person walks into the room. It was Lyla. She was fine. "That is no way to talk to someone!" She continues yelling.

Peter sighs. "But-"

"But nothing. It might be the truth, but please don't say it like that, love." She concludes.

"Hey, Ly." I say.

She ignores me and starts to talk to Tony. "Can I stay at your New York place, dad?"

"Why?" Tony groans.

"Maybe it's because the gas line in my apartment blew and decided to catch the whole building on fire."

I start to head out the door. "Goodbye, Steve." Lyla says.

"Goodbye." I murmur.


Lyla's POV

Dad gave me his credit card for me and Peter. For new clothes, furniture, food, anything and everything.

"I'm sorry I freaked out, Peter. I just- It was surprising." I say as we get back in the car.

Peter nods. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I need sleep."

"Yes you do. Dad said we can stay in a hotel if we want."

Peter smiles as he turns the wheel. "Yeah. I'd like that."

I smile and take his hand. "I do, too."

We take the stuff that we bought back to Dad's. Dad smiled and saw that me and Peter were smiling again. That we weren't fighting. We rarely fought. And it pained me to know that that could have been the end of the line.

"Bye, Dad." I say as we leave.

Dad nods.

We go o the hotel. Peter walks up to the bed and falls on it. In less than five minutes, he fell asleep. And he needed it. Hell, I needed a goodnight's sleep.