Chapter One

What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

My head's under water

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you'll give me all of you, oh

All of You by John Legend & Lindsey Stirling

Their morning started earlier than either one cared for it to.

It was nearly 2:00 AM when JARVIS alerted them to a minor explosion on the R&D floor. Groaning, Steve got up and took the elevator down, telling JARVIS to have Pepper stay in the penthouse.

"Be back in a bit."

"Mmhmm," Emily hummed, rolling over and pulling her pillow closer. "Be careful."

"I will," he promised before kissing her shoulder.

An hour later, he was back, bringing the acrid smell of smoke with him. "Shower," she said when he moved as though to get back in bed.

"But I'm exhausted."

"Shower." He cursed under his breath before padding over to the bathroom.

"Better?" Steve asked ten minutes later, slipping under the covers and curling around her. She frowned slightly at his damp chest on her back but let out a contented sigh.

"Yeah. Everything okay?"

"Engineering students," he muttered, pulling her close.

OOO

They slept in late that morning and then had a lie-in - Steve generally wasn't one for lazy mornings, but he would be persuaded relatively easily. Over a post-coital cup of coffee, they looked at the rentals their realtor sent; there were a few that they agreed to look into but Steve wasn't really sold on any of them. He peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses until she finally set the computer aside and gave into his attentions.

Once they'd finally gotten out of bed, Em set up in the living room to get some work done on her article while Steve tried to find something on TV to watch. When nothing caught his attention, he set the remote aside and watched Emily instead.

She was sitting cross legged at the table wearing one of his shirts that was long enough to hide her shorts. Tendrils of hair had escaped the messy bun and she kept swiping them behind her ear before adjusting her glasses as they continued to slip down her nose. Chewing her bottom lip, Em flicked the highlighter back and forth, marking something on the page she was reading every once in a while before switching to the pen and writing in the margins.

"You're staring," Em said as she put a finger on the page to mark her place before looking up at him.

"I'm admiring," he corrected, sitting up and smiling at her. A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she ducked her head down and returned her attention to the papers in front of her.

"Admire all you want, but I'm getting some work done today." Chuckling, he stood and walked over to her, leaning over the back of her chair to whisper in her ear.

"What if I helped out? Told you about the WAC's I met?"

"Well," she said, tilting her head to the side as Steve kissed her neck. "I can't exactly cite that conversation unless you'd be willing to sit down and do an interview. And that," Steve tipped her head back and kissed her, "that requires an internal review board because I'd be including human subjects." He slid his hand down her chest and flicked apart the shirt to cup her breast. "And transcription," Em sighed as he thumbed her nipple, "and choosing a type of narrative analysis. And co-" her breath hitched as he left sucking kisses on her throat. Steve shifted behind her, pulling the chair further back before his free hand wrapped around her and tugged on her knee so that her feet fell to the floor. "Coding and finding themes-"

"And more work," Steve said before gently biting her earlobe. "But right now, I'm bored and I've been missing my girl. And I can think of a good way of managing both of those issues."

"Don't say the 'b' word!" Emily moaned as he continued to pluck her nipples and slid his hand across the band of her shorts, fingers dripping below. She tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling as though expecting a call to assemble to ring out.

"It's not going to - " He paused, hearing the whirling of the elevator.

"Steve?" Em asked, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and drawing his attention back to her.

"Fuck," he groaned, quickly removing his hands and tugging the front of her shirt closed. They both looked at the elevator as it dinged and the doors opened.

"Hello love - and Steve," Carter Falsworth said as he strode out.

"Worst. Timing. Ever," Emily groaned, "Are you here to make him go to work?"

"What? No," the agent said, frowning slightly. "Should I be?"

"No," Steve sighed before looking down at his girl. "See? I can say 'bor-'"

"Shhh!" she hushed him. "Let's not jinx it. Cart, did you need something in particular? We were kind of in the middle of something." Steve rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Carter.

"What's going on?"

"I just wanted a debrief on how things went," Carter said, eyes darting between them. "I hadn't heard anything and…"

"Go have your secret spy talk somewhere else," Em ordered. "Some of us are working."

"It's the weekend - you shouldn't be doing any work."

"You literally live at the office when you're on the Helicarrier," she retorted.

"That's not the point. You should -"

"To each their own," Steve interrupted, knowing that those two could bicker for hours if left to it. He leaned down to kiss Em, but hovered just above her lips. "Later," he promised.

"Make sure it's a short talk then, Captain," she smirked. He chuckled and kissed her before straightening up.

"Come on. I'll give you the debrief."

"So?" Carter asked once alone in Steve's rarely used office.

"I got it," he grinned.

"And her dad?"

"He said that I didn't need his permission," Steve shrugged. "But he seemed kind of happy. Gave me his blessing and told me I could call him Matt or Dad." Carter let out a low whistle and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wow. Never though Matthew Harthorn would ever give you his blessing."

"Thanks," Steve smirked.

"You know what I meant. So, when are you going to do it?"

"Tonight." Grinning, Carter crossed his arms over his chest and hung his head, laughing to himself.

"Now here's hoping she says yes," he teased. "And on that note, I leave you to it. Best of luck, Cap."

"Thanks."

OOO

"Almost ready?" Steve asked, glancing at his watch. While he'd already showered and gotten dressed for dinner, his girl was still taking her time. Emily stepped out of the closet in her jeans and bra, a white shirt hanging from one hand, and rolled her eyes.

"You said I had half an hour."

"It's been twenty minutes," he sighed.

"Which means I have ten minutes left. You act like you've got a hot date or something," she smirked. He chuckled and laid back on the bed, eyes tracking her as she stepped into the bathroom. Music was playing softly, and Steve could hear her singing under her breath and figured she was dancing along.

"Three minutes," he called out as her time ticked away.

"Sir, yes sir!" she sassed, stepping out of the bathroom. His eyes raked over her, taking in the skinny jeans and button up as she adjusted the red belt wrapped around her waist. "Help me with the sleeves?" Em asked, walking towards him and extending an arm.

He quickly rolled both sleeves for her before she slipped on her red heels and jewelry. "You look nice," Steve said as he held out the leather jacket he'd bought her for riding on the bike.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she smiled, taking in his dark wash jeans and tucked in navy button up. As she turned to face him while untucking her hair, he pulled her close by the lapels of the jacket and leaned down to kiss her, tasting her lipstick as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips.

"We don't have to go to dinner," Em said when they'd broken apart. Standing on her toes and wrapping her hand around his tie, she kissed his top lip before sucking his lower between her teeth. "Can order in."

As much as he was tempted to do just that, Steve shook his head and licked his lips. "No, we've gotta go."

"Gotta, huh?" she asked, tone teasing as her eyebrows shot up. When he quirked an eyebrow right back at her and gave his most unimpressed look, Em reached up and tried to wipe away her red lipstick from his lips. She sighed as he stepped out of her grasp and pulled on his coat, "Fine, fine. Italian it is."

Unwilling to drive, Steve lead them to the subway and they caught the train to Broadway. They didn't talk much, and she elbowed him in the stomach when he shot a glare at a man on the train who didn't get up and offer Em his seat. Instead, she held onto him as he grasped the bar overhead.

If she realized where they were going, Emily didn't say anything. Once they were outside of the restaurant, however, she laughed. "Isn't this where we went before going to Wicked?"

"Yeah," he grinned, flushing slightly. They had to wait a while for a table to clear, but eventually they were seated close to the window. Teasing, he asked, "You gonna let me pay for you this time?"

"We'll see about that," she winked before taking a sip of her wine. "Are you going to have sticker shock?"

"Well," he said, giving her a very serious look, "this is pretty expensive. We could have gone to an automat for a lot cheaper than this." She laugh before biting her lip as they replayed their conversation from over a year ago.

After finishing their third glass of wine, Steve settled the bill and they hit the streets again. When he offered her his arm, Emily took it and hugged herself close to him as he led them back towards the subway station. But when she tried to go to the stairs leading to the station, he tugged her towards the street and flagged down a taxi. It took a few tries, but finally one pulled over.

"Where to?" the heavily accented man asked as Steve held the door open for Em and then slipped in beside her.

"Stark - "

"No," he shook his head and reached through the divider to hand the man a slip of paper. "We're heading to this address."

"Care to fill me in?" Emily asked as they pulled away from the curb.

"Nope," he grinned.

"You're not gonna tell me where we're going?"

"It's a surprise."

"I don't like surprises."

"Too bad," he chuckled before cupping her cheek and turning her to face him. With another kiss, he said, "And yes you do."

"Sir?" Em said, turning her attention to the driver. "Where are we going? Sir?"

"Shouldn't take too long," the driver said after a long pause. As they drove out of Manhattan, Steve undid his tie and cleared his throat.

"Do me a favor?" he asked, pulling the black strip of fabric from the collar of his shirt. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and asked, "Let me put this over your eyes?"

"Seriously?"

"Humor me."

"Ok, what's going on?" she asked, although she had a pretty good idea if the butterflies in her stomach were an indication to go by.

"Please, Emily?" After a moment she rolled her eyes and removed her glasses, folding the stems carefully. Once she'd placed them in their case, she twisted so that he could drape the tie over her face.

"Don't blame me when you can't get the eyeshadow out," she sighed. Steve chuckled and covered her eyes, tying the knot just enough so that it wouldn't slip off.

Steve turned her back to face him and tugged the tie down further to make sure that she couldn't peek. "Too tight?" he asked. She shook her head and pressed her lips together as he ran his thumb across her cheek. "I love you, Emily Rose."

"Je t'aime aussi. Even if you are weird sometimes." He grinned and tilted her head up to kiss her as she hands awkwardly groped to find him. After adjusting the tie again, Steve reached across her and grabbed the seat belt, gently nudging her so that he could buckle her in. When he turned to get his own seat belt, she reached for him, uncomfortable with not at least having a hand on him when she couldn't see where they were going.

OOO

"I don't like this," Emily said twenty minutes later. "Can I please take it off?"

"We're almost there, I promise" Steve assured her, lifting her hand to press his lips to her knuckles. He'd been running his thumb along her Claddagh ring while staring out the window, ducking to see if he recognized any street signs. She took away her hand and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, sighing heavily. When she tilted her head back and attempted to subtly move the tie, he chuckled.

"I feel like we should have a sign in the window that says 'Not being kidnapped' or something. Because if you weren't you, this would feel like a bad set up."

"Thanks," he smirked before turning his attention back to the window. When his phone buzzed, he frowned.

"Was that mine or yours?" Blindly, she reached for her purse before he could answer.

"Mine." As she settled back in the seat, Steve pulled out his phone and looked at the text message. It was from S.H.I.E.L.D. telling him to call in. Frowning, he ignored it and slipped the phone back into his pocket - whatever it was, it could wait.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just Tony," he lied, glancing out the window again and felt his heart start to beat fast. "Right there! That's it!"

Rather than answer, the driver slowed and stopped beside a car. Steve quickly swiped his credit card to pay the fare as Em unbuckled the seat belt and retrieved her bag before groping for her door handle. Instead, he gently pulled her so that she slid across the seat towards him.

"Can I take this off yet?"

"One more minute," he said, helping her from the car. As soon as the door was shut, the taxi sped off. "Watch your step."

"Funny," Emily smirked. Steve stepped behind her and gently led her towards the sidewalk, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her when she neared it so that she wouldn't stumble. Once safe on her feet again, Steve took a deep breath and tried to steady his shaking hands.

"Ok, close your eyes." After a beat he asked, "Are they closed?"

"Yes, mon coeur, they're closed." She shoved her hands in her coat pockets and bit her lip, trying to the fact that she was shaking hidden.

Steve cleared his throat and muttered, 'Okay' before reaching up to undo the knot. Once the silky material had slid off her face, he covered her eyes with his hand just to make sure she wasn't peeking. Laughing, Em reached up and wrapped her hand around his wrist.

"Can I look?" Taking another breath, he slid his hand down to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her back against his chest.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Emily did as he said and blinked to clear her eyes. They were standing under a streetlight on a tree lined sidewalk, directly in front of a brownstone row house. "Steve?"

"Hmm?" She could hear his anxiety in that hum.

"Where are we?"

"Brooklyn Heights."

"What are we doing here?" His hand tightened briefly on her shoulder before he stepped in front of her. One hand shot to the back of his neck as he looked at her, eyes darting across the indents across her nose and cheeks that his tie had left.

"I...uh...wanted to show you...um...what do you think?" Steve asked, sweeping a hand back towards the house.

"What do you mean, what do I think?" Em frowned. "I mean, it's nice, but what are we doing here?"

"Do, uh, do you wanna go inside?"

"You have the keys?"

"Yeah, our realtor got them for me," he replied, smile slightly nervous. "So, you, uh, wanna?"

"Is this...do you...here?" Em asked. "Can we even afford anything in this area? 'Cause, uh, Brooklyn Heights is freaking expensive."

"Just give it a chance, okay?" he pleaded. She looked at him for a moment sighing.

"Sure. I mean, we're here already." Steve beamed and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the steps. When they were halfway up, he pulled away and bound up the rest of the way, retrieving a key from his pocket. He'd opened the front door and flicked on the lights by the time she reached landing, glasses back on her nose.

"What'd ya think?" he asked, stepping aside for her to go in before him.

"Wow," Em breathed, eyes darting up the stairwell right in front of them, and then down the hallway where she could see the beginnings of a kitchen. She was looking up at the twelve foot ceilings as Steve ushered her into the sitting room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "How big is it?"

"It's four bedrooms," he said, standing next to her. "Three and a half baths."

"It's not an apartment?"

"No," he chuckled. She glanced at him before walking further in. Steve watched her as she went, running her fingers along a built in shelving until she stepped into the next room and stopped.

"There's a fireplace."

"There's a couple of them upstairs, too. I thought you'd like the bookshelves."

"Y-yeah," she nodded.

"You okay?" he asked, threading his fingers through hers.

"There is no way we can afford this," Emily sighed. "And I don't really want to look around and pretty much tease myself if we can't live here."

"Emily," Steve smiled, shifting so that he was standing in front of her, "I wouldn't have brought you to someplace we couldn't afford."

"My salary - "

"Relax."

"The rent - "

"Mortgage," he corrected. She jerked slightly.

"You want to buy this place?"

"Yeah. I mean, why rent a place when we can buy one? We don't plan on leaving New York so," he shrugged, "it makes sense."

"Ok, even taking that into account, our combined salaries could barely pay the mortgage. Not to mention the taxes! We'd pretty much live in a great house and eat pasta all the time, and I already did that in grad school and am not anxious to do that again. And my student loan payments! I can't do those and this! It -"

"Sweetheart!"

"No life. No life and being in debt forever. Which, I mean, already doing now with the student loans, but - " Her rambling was cut off when Steve pulled her close and kissed her into silence.

"We can do it. If you like the house, we can get it. Now come on, I want to show you the rest of it."

They went to the kitchen next, and Em took the time to examine the stainless steel appliances and stepped out onto the patio that overlooked the back garden. Grinning, Steve showed her a smaller room on the ground floor and said he'd thought it could be her office; a window opened onto the garden and the opposite wall was covered with built in bookshelves.

The second floor had two rooms on it, including the master bedroom. Steve had to smile as she turned and grinned from the walk in closet, and again when she eyed the garden tub in the ensuite - she was rather fond of the one in their apartment. The second bedroom was decent sized with white shutters over the window, and there was also another smaller room that could be used as office space. The two rooms on the third floor were the same size, and Steve suggested the 'office space' room could be a playroom in the future.

After exploring the basement, they settled in the kitchen. Em was leaning against the island and looking around, a pensive look on her face. "So?" Steve asked.

"Hmm?" she hummed.

"What do you think?"

"It's gorgeous but - "

"We can afford it."

"Steve -"

"No, look," he said, digging into his pant pocket and pulling out his wallet. He withdrew a small sleeve covered in writing, and handed her a debit card. Em cocked an eyebrow and looked down at it.

"What's this? And why is my name on it? I didn't open a new account anywhere."

"I added you to mine. So now my money is your money. And we can afford this place."

"You WHAT?!"

"I added you to my account," Steve said. "So now, we don't have to go 50/50 on a place, because what's mine is yours."

"But...you need my signature to do that," Em said. "And it doesn't change anything. This is your money, Steve. You earned it."

"I took a 67 year nap." She gave him an incredulous look over the rims of her glasses before rolling her eyes.

"Yes, let's just belittle the whole crashing the plane into the Arctic Ocean in order to save the free world from a nuclear disaster and a crazed Nazi hellbent on world domination. That's just a normal day at the office."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he hooked his fingers through her belt loops and pulled her closer.

"Well…" he smirked, "a little bit of that is." Shaking her head, Em wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed.

"Seriously, you shouldn't have done it. The bank account, not the plane crash. Well, yeah, it would have been awesome if you could have avoided that too, but then -" When he cut her off with a kiss, she smiled against his lips.

"So the house…" he said, one hand settling on her waist and the other reaching up to take her right hand.

"It's...it's huge."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I wasn't sure the kitchen was big enough, though." Emily's eyebrows shot up as she looked around; it was bigger than her childhood bedroom. Grinning, he started to sway them, gently nudging her into taking a step backwards and then to the side until she picked up the steps of their dance.

"It's plenty big enough, considering that you're really the only one that cooks."

"Just one more measurement," he smirked, guiding her into spinning out before drawing her back in. "There. Big enough for dancing." Chuckling, Em stepped back into his arms and buried her face in the crook of his neck; Steve rubbed her back as they continued to dance. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "But I don't want it." Frowning, he pulled away slightly, just enough so that Emily looked up at him.

"If it's the cost -"

"It's not the money...well, not just the money. This house," she shrugged, "it's too much. You and me? We'd rattle around in here."

"But -"

"Just look at how much space we don't use in the Tower." Their floor had five spare bedrooms that they didn't use for day-to-day purposes. Everything from Emily's apartment was stored back there; Pepper had actually gotten a bit mad that she was paying for a storage locker when they had all that space. "And, to be honest, this isn't us. This is...this is Tony and Pepper if they didn't have the Tower."

"Okay," Steve nodded.

"I'm sorry, babe," Em sighed, pulling them to a stop. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair before standing on her toes and pressed her lips to his, trying to make up for shooting down his idea. "You probably had this all planned out and -"

"Don't be sorry, Sweetheart," he said, shaking his head. "I just want to give you everything you deserve. And if this isn't what you want? We can keep looking."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely."

"You're not mad?"

"No," Steve chuckled. "I'm not mad. It would h-" he cut off as his phone buzzed again.

"Tony again?" she asked as he plucked it out of his pocket and sent the call to voicemail. He jerked a nod as he frowned at the screen; his team had been put on stand down for a week, so there was no reason for S.H.I.E.L.D. to be calling him. But when Emily tried to peek at the phone to see what was bothering him, Steve shoved it back into his pocket and pulled out his tie.

"So how about we get out of here and grab a drink," he said, flipping up his collar and draping the tie across the back of his neck, "and we can talk about what we want to look for in a house?" He looked down and rebuttoned his shirt before adjusting the tie length as Emily ran her hands up his chest, pushing aside his jacket as he quickly tied the simple knot. When he was finished, her hands traveled further up and turned the collar back down for him before adjusting his tie so it was centered.

"Sure." With a nod, they walked to the front door, turning off the lights as they went. Steve shut and locked the door as Em adjusted her coat before taking his offered hand. Going down the step in heels took a bit more concentration, and they weren't even a quarter of the way down before he swept her off her feet and carried her down the rest of the way, her laugh echoing on the quiet street.

OOO

Another taxi ride later, Steve had his arm wrapped around Emily's shoulders as they strolled along the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. He was telling her about the uproar the original Brooklyn-Queens expressway caused in '42 when the plans were released; it had called for part of the newly rebuilt courthouse to be torn down. "Bucky said I should'a tried to get on the job," he shrugged. "Said I could probably have drawn up a better plan."

"I can see it now," Em said, raising hand slowly waving it in front of them, "Steven G. Rogers: Urban Planner/Architect extraordinaire." Laughing, she hip checked him before pulling away and moving towards an empty row of benches. Steve followed and sat beside her, stretching his legs out as she toed off her heels and let out a contented sigh while flexing her toes.

"You should have worn some other shoes."

"I would have," she said, jabbing him in the side before curling closer to him and drawing up her legs, ankles hanging over the edge of the bench, "had I known that we were doing more than just going to dinner, Mr. 'I'm Craving Italian'." Grinning, he pressed a kiss into her hair before curling a hand around her knees and drawing her into his lap, her bare feet dangling above the ground. He resolutely ignored the phone buzzing in his pocket.

They were quiet for a long time, just looking out over the harbor at the Lower Manhattan skyline and listening to the cars below them. "Look," Em said, pointing off to the left and grinning. "It's your girlfriend."

"Ha," he barked, looking over at the lit up Statue of Liberty. "Funny."

"You know, being the 'Sentinel of Liberty', you being with Lady Liberty it makes sense."

"The what?"

"Did you miss that new nickname? Some news organization slapped that one on you after your last public escapade. It might have been Fox News." Steve rolled his eyes; for some reason, that news organization was fond of using him as an example of Conservative values that he didn't actually agree with.

"You're the only Lady Liberty in my life, Doll." Emily threw her head back and laughed, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Oh god, you're so cheesy it's adorable. And I'm sure Fox would love how Captain America and his girlfriend talk about how Communism and Socialism work in theory but not practice."

"Well, Steve Rogers does," he shrugged. "Captain America is decidedly not political according to Senator Brandt."

They fell back into silence for a while as Steve twirled a strand of Emily's hair between his fingers, trying to work up his nerve. Taking out a tank single-handedly was less intimidating than asking a simple, four-word question that he was relatively confident of what the answer would be.

"Emily -" he started.

"If we -" she sighed.

"Go ahead," Steve nodded, clearing his throat.

"I was just gonna say that if we stay out here much longer, I'm going to fall asleep." Even as she said it, she nuzzled close enough so that Steve could feel her eyelashes tickle his neck when she blinked.

"Can't have that," he chuckled. "You want to head home?"

"In a bit," she said. "I think I saw a park back there, and I think we're overdue for a good 'act like a kid' time."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely," she nodded, shifting in his lap so that she was on the bench again. His arms tightened around her briefly before he let go so that she could retrieve her shoes. With a slight frown, she slid her heels back on and rested her hand on his thigh. "Wanna go see if they have swings?"

"In a minute," Steve gulped. "I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure. What's up?" Emily asked, turning to face him. Smiling nervously, he reached out and brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"I love you so much, Emily Rose, and I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me." Discreetly, he reached into his pocket and wrapped his hand around the small, velvet covered box.

"I love you too, mon coeur," Em smiled.

"I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have you when I woke up. You made all of this so much easier than I would've thought possible. And I know things haven't always been easy between us, but we always seem to find a way back to each other. You're the most beautiful, stubborn, smartest woman I've ever met." Emily let out a breathless laugh as her cheeks flooded with color; her heart was beating fast, and those damn butterflies were back. "And I always look forward to coming home to you. I love how passionate you are about your work, and how you are with your family, and I even love when you're cursing at me in French because you think I can't understand what you're saying. But I'm saying this to you right now: tu est l'amour de ma vie."

Emily blinked back tears at his perfect French. "You're the love of my life, too, Monsieur Rogers."

"Emily Rose Harthorn," Steve said, shifting on the bench and lowering himself to one knee while pulling his hand out of his pocket. "Will yo-"

"Captain Rogers!"

They both jerked and Steve shot to his feet, shoving the box back into his pocket as he placed himself between Emily and the person hurrying towards them.

Author's Note: Wow guys, I'm overwhelmed by the response. Definitely didn't expect to open up my inbox and have 120+ notifications the first day. Anyways! Once again, major thank you.

I did have someone - CapAmFan - ask if Emily's student Gwen is Gwen Stacy from The Amazing Spider-Man, and the answer is yes. I try to weave in some bits of the Marvel universe throughout the story.

So yes, hope you guys enjoyed this. As always, thanks for reading and let me know what you think!