Gateway city

2014

"I can't believe after all that time, S.H.I.E.L.D was actually HYDRA…" I trail off as Haneul and I exit the movie theater.

We don't have a specific night we go out, but I suppose we could call tonight 'date night'.

We had just gone in to see Captain America: Winter Soldier, mostly because I've been so excited to see how they did the second Captain America movie, especially now that he's in the modern era after the events of the Avengers.

We left after all the credits were done, mostly because one does not simply 'leave' a Marvel Cinematic Film after the mid-credit scene.

Marvel really does have it's audience whipped though. They know we will sit through the credits for an extra thirty seconds of a movie.

"And how Bucky is the Winter Soldier? I started to assume after the thing with Pierce in the dark kitchen that it was him, but still… And who were those two at the end? Was that Wanda and Pietro? If so, how? I though Fox had the rights to the X-men? Are they going to be in the next Avenger's movie? I hope so!" I begin to fan-girl.

"It wasn't bad," Han smirks.

I was no stranger as to know that Haneul doesn't really like going to the movies. It's not that he doesn't like watching movies, he just doesn't like being in a crowd too much. Even if they are being silent.

"You know you loved it!" I elbow him in the arm.

"I loved being with you," He flirts, throwing his arm around my shoulders. "Not the crowds."

I readjust my glasses, and blush.

We've been together since we kissed on the Watchtower in 2011-12. That's about two/three years. Yet, he never fails to make me blush with his comments.

He still looks about the same.

His hair is still bright red, and his eyes are the same electric blue.

When we're out in public, he has to remain low-key though. Not everyone knows who he is, but there are some hard-core JL fan-boys out there who know every member of any team in the JLA.

So, instead of his usual sequined jacket, and brightly colored clothes, he wears (now) a dark army green jacket, a ripped up white graphic t-shirt, ripped up jeans, fingerless leather gloves, and shiny black Doc. Martins.

I'm wearing my glasses (obviously in public), light green high-waisted shorts with black polka-dots all over, and four black buttons up the front, a black cotton button up shirt with sleeves down to my elbows, dark purple converse, and of course I'm wearing eyeliner.

Together, we look like an odd couple.

Me looking like a goody-two-shoes, and him looking like he just snuck out of his house to go to the movies.

I lean into his side, still holding a bag of sour skittles.

"You know I'm only playing," He smirks. "I love that you enjoy these films."

"Yeah?" I ask.

"They make you happy," He says. "And your smile is the brightest when you see your Idols."

"My smile is brightest with you," I smile. "You just don't see it."

"It's hard to miss," He says as we exit the theater building. "I'm looking at you all the time."

"Because that wasn't creepy," I laugh.

"What?" He asks. "I can't help that you are the most exquisite Princess I've ever met."

"Most? Meaning you know others?" I begin to tease.

"A few," He says, then nuzzling his nose into my loose hair. "But you're mine. And that makes you beautiful by default."

"Yours?" I tease some more.

"In some sense of the word. You're my girlfriend, my Princess, my anchor," He stops us at a store corner, and turns so that he's standing in front of me. "My love"

"Han," I blush.

He smiles, then leans down to kiss me.

I'll admit we don't kiss all that much, but that's just because a kiss is a validation of adoration. We don't need validation, we just… know.

But I'll also admit that I enjoy a kiss or two from my boyfriend.


This is just one I came up with.

No real backstory other than I wanted Addie to be a big movie nerd, and Han thinks it's endearing.

That's #2!