In which you, a costume designer for the movie Infinity War, get a bit emotional as your fiancé is filming his death scene.

WARNINGS: Infinity War spoilers, angst, maybe a few tears, Benedict being a sweetheart, crappy writing, and terrible humor.

"Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch!" 

Ben's sheepish smile was enough for you to lower the volume of your voice. Heads turned and grins activated all across the set. You heard Robert's distinctive laugh from some distance away. 

"Yes, sweetheart?" Ben's deep, sweet voice also lowered your anger level. Well, more like mock anger, exasperation maybe. 

You crossed your arms, raising your eyebrows at him. "What did I tell you to do if there was a loose thread on your costume?" 

Ben's cheesy smile grew. "Come to you so you could fix it. Did I mention how much I love you?" 

Your eyebrows raised higher into your forehead. "And what did I tell you not to do if there was a loose thread on your costume?" 

Ben looked down, mack ashamed, still grinning. "Don't pick at it." 

"An what did you do?" 

"Picked at it." 

You uncrossed your arms, rolling your eyes in a playful way. Sensing your forgiveness, Ben grinned happily and bent down for a kiss. At the last minute, you turned your head so instead of your lips he reached, it was your cheek. 

Pulling away, you caught a glance at Ben's pout. You grinned, gestured for him to give you the Doctor Strange cloak to fix. He unclasped it from his shoulders, and you grabbed it from his hands. "I'll be done in five minutes, your cape will be fine." 

"It's a cloak!" He shouted to your retreating back, and you grinned again. 

As you promised, five minutes later, the cape's (cloak, as he would've called it) loose thread was fixed. Ben was standing next to Holland as the Guardian crew filmed a scene. 

You waited for one of the Russos to call out the tell-tale "Cut!" before walking over to Ben. 

You tapped him on the shoulder, and when he spun, his face lit up. "Hello, darling." 

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. "Turn around Ben, and get on your knees for God's sake, you're too tall." He laughed, and bent down on one knee, lowering himself so you could hook the cloak over his broad shoulders. 

You kissed the top of his head and stepped back as he rose to his feet. He turned to face you and wrapped you in a bear hug. Your head fit just below his shoulder, and you wondered for the umpteenth time how he got so tall. 

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful future wife?" 

"I dunno, she's pretty cool though." You muffled into his arm and Ben's laugh sent vibration running down your spine. 

"That she is." 

"Alrighty you two, break it up. I leave for two minutes and you are virtually making out." 

Robert walked over, mock anger in his face, and Tom snorted next to you. Ben rolled his eye and released you, and you put your hands on your hips. "Don't you have a wife Robert dear?" 

He wagged a finger at you. "Ah, but I don't bring her to set and make-out while I'm working."  

"Lier, lier, pants on fire, I have picture proof that says otherwise." Robert's mouth dropped in shock, then he shook his head, tisking under his breath. 

"That's not very nice." 

Ben chuckled deeply behind you, and you laughed alongside him. "I think Russo is calling you three, get going Robert, we'll talk about blackmail later." You turned to Ben. "And you, don't you dare pull at the thread I just fixed." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, my love." You smiled happily, blew him a kiss, and stepped back as he and the rest of the group took their places on set. 

During the times when this happened, you mostly ran around, seeing if anyone else needed their outfits fixed. Often enough, they were loose threads or pieces, like Ben's. On a rare occasion, entire pieces were broken and needed to be fixed. Sometimes you worked non-stop, and other days, you had hours of nothing and watched silently as Ben filmed his scenes. 

Today was one of the later (yesterday and the day before had been so overflowing with work, and it was a nice change of pace.) So after stopping by to grab some coffee for both you and Ben, you waited for him to finish his most recent scene. 

A few moments flew by, and then came the sound of the tell-tale 'cut!' and you watched as Ben caught your eye, and walked over. "Slow day?" He asked, taking the cup you held out to him. "Thank you, love." 

You shrugged. "Nothing yet, but who knows, Hemsworth could throw his ax too far again." 

Ben chuckled deeply. "I'm sure he didn't try and shatter it." 

You rolled your eyes. "Get back to your set Cumberbatch, I'll hold your coffee."  

"What did I do to get you again?" 

"Dunno must've been something good though." He grinned, blew you another kiss, and retreated back to set. 

You watched silently as Ben, Robert, Chris, and the rest of their group gathered around. From what you had gathered, the scene they were setting up for was to be right after the snap, that meant people were going to die, but thanks to Ben, you didn't know who. He refused to tell you, laughing as you guessed all of your favorite characters. 

You told yourself, in fact, you'd prepared for this moment, that you would not get emotional. At all. Nada. Honestly, you probably would in the theaters when all the special effects had been applied, but you swore that while filming, you wouldn't shed a single tear. 

You watched silently as the A-list actors played out the scene, trading lines they knew like the back of their hands. 

They weren't even halfway through and you already felt like crying. 

Drax, Mantis (she was literally your favorite), and Star-lord died. And then Ben said his next line, and it broke your heart. "Tony," a heart-wrenching pause, "It was the only way."  

You tried to subtly wipe the tear in your eye and succeeded in hiding any remaining tears until the scene ended. They filmed it twice more, and by then you were nearly ready to burst into tears and curl up on the floor. But the was unprofessional and frowned upon, sadly. 

Ben came ambling over, chatting and laughing with Tom, who branched off when he caught sight of you waiting for the older actor. And he didn't miss your red eyes. 

His expression went from happy to concern in the span of less than a second, and he quickened his pace. He reached you, holding your shoulders. "Darling, is something wrong? You've been crying." There was no question there, he knew you too well. 

You sniffed and set the coffees on the table next to you. "It's nothing Ben, just," You paused, "It's nothing." 

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm not stupid, my love, I know when something is wrong, please tell me. I love you." He added with a touch of desperation in his voice. 

You cleared your throat, trying to say what you were thinking without sounded completely idiotic or emotional. "I just- I guess I just got a bit emotional with you filming your death scene." You paused again, looking somewhere over his shoulder. "It just made me think of losing you, and I- I can't do that. I don't want to lose you." You finally looked up to his eyes and found Ben was smiling sadly. 

He reached up, cupping your cheeks. "Oh darling, I can't lose you either. And you're not stupid, or emotional." He finished, reading your mind. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this earlier, I wanted it to be a surprise. I love you dearly, and would give up tea and coffee if it meant I got to keep you forever." 

"You've already proposed Benedict." 

He chuckled again. "I wish I could do it again." 

You leaned into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. Sighing, you hummed into his broad torso and snaked your smaller arms around him. "Love you too, Ben." 

That's when Robert came in. 

"For the love of God you two, I know you're getting married soon but that-" 

You un-tangled yourself from Ben and sent him a withering glare. "Don't make me call your wife, Robert." 

He rolled his eyes but smiled. "No kissing on set." 

"Russo only made that rule because of you!" 

He shrugged. "Rules are-" 

To half get him to stop talking, and half out of love, you turned and stood on your tip-toes, kissing Ben full in the mouth. 

He jumped in surprise but quickly smiled into it. Tom was laughing somewhere in the background, and you could virtually hear Robert's eye roll. 

A/N: Request for Atlas_Hates_Things There ya go hope it's not trash god I'm so sorry this took 19886503423 years

guys I got so distracted looking for a picture of Ben I forgot how good he looks wow

Also, rewatched Thor: Ragnarok last night and wow Tom is a snack as always

God it's literally been like five months since I've updated this I'm terrible yell at me, please

next one is going to be Martin because God knows I love that hedgehog

give me more requests??? keep me motivated??? love you 

Stay not dead, 

~Kelly~