“The other day, Luna asked me if you were my sidekick or if I was yours.” “What’d you say?” We kiss gently, moving closer. Legs threading. Unable to back away. “That there’s no Robin to a Batman, and I said we’d probably be two Batmans—she cut me off and said, no.” Maximoff laughs, his eyes carrying more love than I can express. “She said I was moral to a fault and you can be impulsive, headstrong. We’re fucking different but we’re still two superheroes who’d die for each other. In any era, any alternate universe. Like Captain America and the Winter Soldier.”
