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The interviewer smiled cheerily as everyone settled down for the next round of interviews in what seemed like a never ending string of them for the press tour. It's been a constant rush from one place to the other, but we learn to love it as a part of the job.

I watch from a corner of the room without the knowledge of my dad or boyfriend. Both of whom are doing a set of interviews together before we all reconvene to round it out with a final, group interview. But since I finished a little bit early, I was able to sneak in and watch.

They go through the usual questions—life on set, working with cast, and the feeling of being a superhero. Once those formalities are out of the way, the real questions start getting asked. "So, Robert, your daughter plays a character in this movie. How does it feel to be hollywoods dream father-daughter duo?"

"It's wonderful. Plus, it's nice to be able to working on a project together for the first time. We always have the chance to spend time together."

"And I hear she's playing Peter Parker's love interest, while also dating you, Tom? How does that make it for you three?"

Tom shakes his head with a laugh. "Interesting."

Although, at the same moment, my dad interjects with, "Awkward." The two of them turn to each other with a funny look shared between them. "Shut up, Holland. You don't know what you're talking about yet. Wait until you have a kid and are in the same situation. Trust me, it gets awkward."

The interviewer laughs as she crosses her legs and preps for the next question. "How did the two of you meet?"

"We actually met last year on set of Spiderman: Homecoming. She was coming to hang out with Robert." I smile and bite my lip as I remember the day we met. "A lot of the cast had been invited to Downeytown and hang out. So when I got there, I was already so nervous because—Robert Downey Jr.—and that's when I saw her."

Tom drops his head as a smile creeps across his face. "It was one of those weird moments when things don't seem quite real. She was dancing around and singing along to the song playing like she was performing. That's about the time she ran into me."

I clamp a hand over my mouth to bite back the laugh threatening to escape me, but no one else bothers to hide theirs. "I swear, I have never seen her turn so red in her entire life." Dad adds with a laugh. "She just stood there with doe eyes and turned crimson. Meanwhile, he stood there with his mouth wide open, completely dumbstruck."

"What can I say? She was the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I honestly couldn't believe she was real, much less standing in front of me." Tom shakes his head as that same dreamy look he gets takes over his eyes. "I swear it was worse when I finally asked her out. She's honestly one of the best people I have ever known, and when she said yes, I thought I was going crazy."

"I still can't believe it happened either, but they seem to make each other very happy."

The interviewer beams at the gold she seems to have struck. Mostly because it's not often that Dad will chime in about the relationship. Which, unfortunately, has lead quite a few people to believe that he doesn't approve. "Well, sadly, that is all of my time for this interview. Thank you for everything."

Dad and Tom both chime in with their usual thanks and responses, and I wait until they're all finished before joining them. "So, I was the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen, huh?" I tease as I wrap an arm around Tom's shoulders from behind.

"Nope." He chimes as he turns toward me. "You are the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. There's nothing past tense about it."

A laugh escapes me and I press a quick kiss to his lips. "You are such an idiot sometimes."

"Yeah, but I will always be your idiot." He retorts with a laugh as we head on to meet up with the rest of the cast for the final round of interviews. "How has your day been so far, darling?"

"Exhausting, but it was still fun. Right now, I'm just waiting for it to be over so that we can go back to the hotel and cuddle."

"Only a little bit longer." Tom whispers into my hair.

"There's the two lovebirds." Chris Evans calls as we enter the room. "Glad to see you two didn't hide somewhere to make out."

"Don't give me that mental image." Dad calls as he takes his designated seat. "And quit giving them ideas, Evans."

"No worries, Dad. We usually save the make outs for private." I tease and find a spot next to Hemsworth on the couch with Tom next to me. "I'm just kidding. Normally we keep it PG."

Everyone groans and teases us as we settle down for the last few interviews. It starts through the normal questions, and then it inevitably breaks off with natural tangents from conversation and leads to the usual group teasing Tom and I.

"I swear, it's like working with two lovesick puppies. They're adorable by themselves, but then put them together and it's just too much to handle." Evans explains when asked about working with us as a couple.

"Oh, and don't even get started on those cute little things they do together and for each other." Scarlet adds on. "Like whenever it's early one of them brings the other coffee, and when it's cold, he'll share his jacket with her, or keep her up when he had another scene to film but she was tired."

Dad looks at us for a moment before he chimes in. "It's all very true. I'll admit I wasn't too sure about them at first, but it is very clear that they love each other and make one another very happy. They've really got something special."

The interviewers beam, clearly happy to have found this little bit of real conversation. I lean my head on Tom's shoulder and try to hide my growing blush. He smiles at the gesture as the conversation slowly shifts away. I return the smile and quietly whisper, "I love you."

...

When we finally make it back the hotel, I nearly collapse onto the plush bed. "Ugh, it feels nice to be done with interviews." I roll over to watch Tom as he takes off his shoes and settles down next to me. "Plus, it's nice to have some time with just us."

"I'll always take any time I can get with you." Tom whispers as he lays down next to me. "Do you remember our first date?"

I let out a laugh at the memory. "How could I forget? We went out to that little restaurant and ended up talking until they were closing. Then you took me home, and you were so nervous I thought you were going to pass out."

"I almost did. You were just so wonderful that I wasn't sure any of it was real. Not to mention, your dad was inside waiting, which made me completely terrified. I started rambling trying to explain to you how I felt."

"Then I laughed because you were just so cute when you were rambling." I reply with a smile as I settle myself against his arms. "It was right then that I realized how much I liked you. Mostly because you were the first one who seemed to actually like me for more than my last name. Something about the way you looked at me, it made me feel like you really saw me."

"I could say the same of you. You always made me feel a little less like someone famous and just as me. Then, when I saw how you always endeavored to be so genuine. It never mattered who was around or watching, no one could stop you from being extraordinarily yourself in any and every way."

A smile appears across my face that I can't get rid of. Tom smiles widely in return as he leans forward and presses a long, tender kiss to my lips. "You know, I keep wondering how I got so lucky. We met exactly one year, seven months, and thirteen days ago, and I've been in love with you for one year and seven months of it."

"You really kept count?" I question with a light chuckle and shake my head at my dorky boyfriend. "Gosh, I really fell in love with you—romantic, dorky. and all."

"Well, I kept track because I had a feeling this was gonna last." He informs me as he traces his fingers over the exposed skin of my arm.

"It's been pretty great so far if you ask me, and I have a feeling it's gonna stay that way for a long while after this."

"Me too. There one question that I wanted to ask you, though." I tilt my head in curiosity as he slips out of bed and walks into the other room without a word. He comes back with a meek smile. "Sorry, I forgot there's something I needed to grab before asking you."

My heart pounds against my ribcage as I prop myself up on the bed. "Tom, what's going on?"

He stays silent as he holds up a hand and puts the little box in my line of sight. "Before you freak out, just let me say what I need to." I nod and take a deep breath as I watch him drop down to his knee. "Y/N Downey, I know we've only been dating for a little while, but believe me when I say, I have never been more sure of anything in my whole life. From the moment I saw you, I suddenly started to believe in love at first sight.

"Then, throughout the past year of us dating, I became even more certain of the idea. There has never been anyone who has understood, loved, comforted, and known me as well as you do. You are the my complement, and I can't imagine a day without you.

"And before you say it, I know this is early. I know how much the idea of the 'Hollywood curse' terrifies you, but I want you to know that I won't give up on you—not now or ever. Because the idea of not having you by my side hurts more than I can explain. So I've already talked to your family for their blessing, since I now how much it means to you.

"Which leads me to my big question. Y/N Downey, will you do me the greatest honor and make me the happiest man in existence by marrying me?"

Tears build in my eyes, and I can barely move from the shock. Tom's face fill with terror and worry the longer I wait to reply. "Yes," I whisper through the happy tears streaming down my face. "A hundred thousand times, yes. I'd love nothing more than to marry you."

In that moment, Tom's worry disappears in an instant, and his face nearly splits from the wide smile. "Really?!" He shouts, to which I hastily nod in reply. "Oh my gosh, you said yes!" I can't hide my laugh as he struggles to put the ring on my finger, and it escapes me completely when he spins me in his arms.

"I can't believe this is real." I whisper after we both calm down a little bit more. "We're really gonna get married."

"Yeah, we are." He whispers back and kisses me like it's the first and last time. "We're gonna get married, future Mrs. Holland."

"Well, Mrs. Downey-Holland. I don't know how well Dad would react to me not being at least part Downey." I tease and give him another quick peck on the lips. "Either way, I like the sound of being your wife."

A/N:
For those of you who haven't heard, I've started  a full Peter Parker fic inspired by the first short story of this book! It's called A Siren's Sorrow, and the first chapter is up now! Feel free to check it out.

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