"Because you had to go on a secret mission to save the world?" Roxie chuckled and slipped her hand into Joe's, giving it a warm, tender squeeze. "You know I'm not that kind of girl."
She'd grown up in Avengers Mansion and had seen her mom go into space for months at a time on various missions. She was an Avenger herself and had done similar things. It was, after all, the world that she had chosen to live in.
"I mean, if I was, then I would have chosen an accountant or someone to fall in love with." Not that she'd chosen to fall in love with Joe, but there were some childhood crushes that simply couldn't be denied, no matter how old you grew.
This was a different thing for her, too. Her last serious relationship had been one that was a little codependent. She hadn't really been able to separate herself from Vincent. It was different with Joe. They were there for each other, they cared for each other, but she didn't need him to be there to hold her hand every second of every day.
She could handle herself and he could handle himself, and at the end of the day, they still cared about each other.
That was all that mattered. After all, it wasn't like she couldn't fly around the Earth to find him when or if she wanted to, but that would have been all kinds of wrong.
Unless he's in a true life or death situation. No one kills my boyfriend.
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She'd grown up in Avengers Mansion and had seen her mom go into space for months at a time on various missions. She was an Avenger herself and had done similar things. It was, after all, the world that she had chosen to live in.
"I mean, if I was, then I would have chosen an accountant or someone to fall in love with." Not that she'd chosen to fall in love with Joe, but there were some childhood crushes that simply couldn't be denied, no matter how old you grew.
This was a different thing for her, too. Her last serious relationship had been one that was a little codependent. She hadn't really been able to separate herself from Vincent. It was different with Joe. They were there for each other, they cared for each other, but she didn't need him to be there to hold her hand every second of every day.
She could handle herself and he could handle himself, and at the end of the day, they still cared about each other.
That was all that mattered. After all, it wasn't like she couldn't fly around the Earth to find him when or if she wanted to, but that would have been all kinds of wrong.
Unless he's in a true life or death situation. No one kills my boyfriend.
"You must be exhausted, though."