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The ride back to their little townhouse from the new training facility is a quiet one. He's glad they have a place in New York again, even if he loves their Connecticut house. Even if from now on that will always be home. This place is Switzerland, and he's glad to be away from the excitement of space aliens and new alliances and for it to just be them again. He unlocks the door for her and touches a hand to the small of her back as he follows her into the condo, just wanting to stay connected in some tangible way.
"So... I may have invited the Guardians to our wedding." Probably should have cleared that with her first, huh?
"So... I may have invited the Guardians to our wedding." Probably should have cleared that with her first, huh?