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Ever since that fateful meeting in New Orleans, Jason Todd and Anna-Marie seemed to be. From their adventures throughout the Southwest and to them joining the West Coast Avengers, life for them was nothing short of boring. Friendship slowly blossomed into love for the outcasts. One estranged from the family who had judged him too much for too long and the other left alone by the one she loved and felt that the team she called family was too suffocating. Now that Anna-Marie has full control of her powers, their relationship has been blissful. But being Avengers, it never stays that way.
They were on a mission together; intel on a black-market Lazarus Pit fragment—Ra's al Ghul's latest side hustle in a secret base outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. As the pair arrived to investigate, the sky cracked open with Sentinels, and they fought back-to-back without a word.
Jason's batarangs sang through drone joints; Rogue punched a robot's head into orbit, her bare fists glowing with absorbed kinetic fury. No gloves. No fear. Having full control of her powers meant the world to her—touching without stealing, flying without falling apart.
One Sentinel clipped Jason's shoulder, hurling him into a crater. Rogue landed beside him, hand on his chest plate. Skin to kevlar. Nothing drained. She hauled him up. "You good, Jay?"
He smirked under the hood. "Been worse babe. You?."
"Nevah better sugar."
They torched the rest together. When the smoke cleared, they shared a flask of contraband bourbon amid the rubble. He talked Gotham grit; she spun tales of Southern gothic and stolen superpowers. Dawn broke. They parted together hand-in-hand, excited about another mission gone well.
Within their first year as a couple, moments hidden away with stolen kisses. A heist in Madripoor. A bar fight in Star City. Jason crashing an Avengers poker game in Manhattan, Rogue showing up to "rescue" him from Bucky's bad bluffs. Ravenous kisses in a Jersey alley, rain-slick, her fingers in his hair—no zap, just fire.
They learned each other raw: his resurrection scars, her absorbed echoes. Dates were stakeouts turned slow-burn—rooftop picnics, motorcycle rides down Pacific Coast Highway. No barriers. Her hand in his glove-free.
The West Coast Avengers reformed under Hawkeye's grizzled command—compound in the Hollywood Hills, quinjet gleaming. Jason & Rogue were an efficient duo, working well together to complete missions. They tried to hid their shared room but was quickly found out. Teammates ribbed them: Tigra called it "the hood and the hurricane."
Missions blurred into domesticity. Rogue cooking gumbo at midnight; Jason teaching her to hotwire a Batcycle. Fights? Explosive. Makeups? Better.
Proposal hit mid-chaos: Vegas, chasing a HYDRA casino op. Roulette table exploded; Rogue absorbed a goon's flight powers, Jason rode the blast wave. Amid slot machines spitting quarters, he dropped to one knee, ringbox dented but diamond fierce—black onyx, her favorite.
"Marry me, Anna-Marie. Let's make forever as messy as us."
She yanked him up, kissed him senseless. "Hell yes, Jaybird."
Engaged that night. Married three months later—July 2025, compound rooftop under fireworks (Tony's "gift," nearly torched the pool). Mockingbird officiated in shades; Wonder Man teared up providing the aisle glow. Rogue in ivory leather, barefoot; Jason in Red Hood jacket, unmasked.
Vows etched simple:
Rogue: "I promise to touch every scar, steal every sunrise, and love you unbroken."
Jason: "I promise to rise for you—always. In this life and the next."
Kiss sealed it. Reception: Karaoke carnage (Clint butchering "Achy Breaky Heart"), Tigra spiking the punch, Kate Bishop photobombing everything.
November 2025. Dawn patrol over LA. Jason and Rogue soar tandem—her flight, his grapple line synced. Compound below buzzes: Hawkeye yelling about coffee, team prepping for Mandarin's latest scheme.
She lands on his back mid-air, arms looped 'round his neck, lips brushing ear. "Three years married, sugar. Still breathin'?"
He twists, catches her waist—full contact, always. "Damn right, Mrs. Todd. World's ours."
They dive into the sunrise, husband and wife, Avenger and outlaw. Powers leashed, hearts unleashed. Their lives has only gotten started.