Future
Set two years after "Destroyer". Fanfic 100 prompt: When?
She walked into their bathroom, and stopped short when she saw him holding her pack of birth control pills.
"Don't start, Boo."
He took a step forward. "Mari -"
"It's not the right time."
He sighed, and she saw weariness in his face, the weariness of a man who had just been a pallbearer in his uncle's funeral.
"There may not be a right time. Did you ever think of that?"
She had. There was no answer she could give, save for a consoling hug.
He looked away, and she wondered if he was remembering a helmet and metal wings.