it started when we were younger (you were mine)
chapter 2: marriage
A.N: I felt the need to continue this. It was inevitable. I've decided to expand on the snapshots within Barry and Iris' lives, and so each chapter will be an extended look-in on their friendship as they grew up. Rating is T, and themes will get darker and more adult as they age.
Also, I haven't seen Episode 1x09 (aka Westallen Christmas) although I have seen certain scenes on tumblr… Let's just say yours truly will be in tears when it airs in the UK on 30/12/2014. But on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Barry Allen used to play superheroes on the front porch of his home. It was July, and the sky was a brilliant azure blue. He held a red cape in his hand, and he was prepared to clip it around his shoulders when he saw her.
Her being Iris West, walking along the sidewalk with her two pigtails and holding her dad's hand. She waved at him when they exchanged glances, and Barry watched as Iris let go of Joe's hand and scampered over to him - Joe stood by the house, a small smile lingering on his lips as he watched the two.
"Hi Barry!" Iris said happily as she approached him. She wore a purple cardigan over a white cotton summer dress, and pink sandals. As he took her in, his mind realised: She's very pretty.
He was surprised by this train of thought - wasn't the boys at school saying how the girls were "covered in cooties"? But Iris didn't look sick: she looked happy to be standing by him, her bright grin showcasing the gap in her teeth that Barry immediately liked.
"Hi Iris." He said shyly. He waved at Joe who still stood in the distance, who waved back and winked at the boy. He wasn't imagining the sudden smitten look on Barry's face - although how could he feel that sort of emotion at such a young age?
Iris gestured to his back. "I like your cape! Very cool," she said and tugged at the cloth teasingly, giggling when it floated gently in the wind. Barry turned a light shade of pink at her close proximity and tugged at his collar, suddenly too warm in the heat. (Although it wasn't the heat of the sun, it was another type of heat that he wouldn't fully understand until 5 years later.)
"Thanks," he mumbled, and a sudden idea struck him. "Would you like to play with me?" He gestured at his porch with a look of hope before turning back to the girl, who was frowning.
"I don't know Bear," she said, and Barry immediately liked the nickname. "Superheroes are cool and all, but there aren't many girl heroes." She looked sad, and Barry felt the weirdest urge to comfort her, to make her feel better, to put a smile back on her face.
"Aw Iris, so what if there aren't girl superheroes? You can still be one!" He gesticulated wildly as her talked, and from a distance, Joe chuckled at his eagerness.
Barry continued as Iris still looked uncertain. "If you want, you could be a princess instead."
At this, Iris beamed and nodded happily. She turned back to her father beseechingly, who full out laughed and nodded his approval. Iris squealed her delight and turned back to her new friend.
They played for hours, while Joe talked with Barry's parents on the porch swing. Iris was creative in her excitement, and Barry decided right then and there that he wanted to marry Iris - because what other girl could he find that was free of cooties and liked superheroes?
A.N: So here's the first chapter of this small (ish) series! The next chapter will be about Barry's nighttime accident, a year after he moves in with the Wests. I'll try to update soon!
Reviews are welcome,
-chann3l.0rang3