Vought Tower | Wednesday Afternoon

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's enormous gold-and-white apartment was almost quiet for the first time in over two hours, now that she was gently all but pushing Ashley, Seth and Evan out the door. Her face hurt from smiling, her brain was tired from answering questions and leaping swiftly though conversational hoops before someone said something that could bite either of them in the ass later, and she wanted to get the fuck out of this uniform and take stock of how her fiancé was feeling, please.

But Vought was Vought, so. "I think this is going to turn out, like, so fucking great, Starlight," Ashley was saying, consulting the VoughtPad she was carrying with the rough coverage of the interview on it. "Spread looks great, you both look hot as hell, interview was perf -- this is going to be so good with, like, women between 15 and 45."

"Romance of the century," Evan added, glancing over Annie's shoulder at Diego with an assuring wave of his hand.

"So down-to-Earth," Seth added, looking from Annie to Diego and back again. "The girl next door with superpowers bringing her man home to meet her fans." He actually clasped a hand to his heart.

That was Annie's cue to actually give these people a physical push now, one hand on Seth's back as she steered them out the door and thanked them for coming before Ashley could say something racist to Diego again. (Annie was trying to nip that in the bud, but there had been a few times where all she'd been able to do was direct the interviewer not to use that comment and shoot Diego an apologetic look.)

And as soon as the door was shut and it was silent again, Annie leaned back against the door and closed her eyes for a moment before looking over towards Diego. "That...went okay?"

It had gone shockingly okay, by her standards, but if he disagreed then she'd make sure it went different next time.

[for the other person who's gonna be on the cover of People next Tuesday.]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yeah." Annie bumped her nose against his, blinking exaggeratedly to show off her very glittery makeup. "And so are you, thanks to proximity. Maybe a little less so."

That was kind of a perfect metaphor for how this whole going public thing was going so far, actually.

[knife_bender]

"Think I'm pulling the glitter look off?" he asked.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I think you pull most things off," Annie told him, leaning in for another kiss and be-glittering him further in the process. "Including glitter."

And that interview, despite her trepidation.

[knife_bender]

"Thank you," Diego said, smiling again. "I do feel like I need to wash whatever the hell the put on my face off though."

Diego, at most it was powder to keep your face from being too shiny, calm down.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You were such a good sport," Annie sighed, actually relaxing a little as she sighed out a breath and shifted on the couch so she could start pulling off her cape. "But yeah. I wanna get out of this glitter and like...all the way into sweatpants. That was a lot."

That was so much that there hadn't even been arguments when she'd asked to keep the rest of her day cleared. They'd have a meeting in the morning -- or, well, she did, but Diego was invited now, as he would be to a lot more of her meetings -- to go over Vought's proposed further press coverage of the engagement.

But for today, at least, they'd be left to their own devices, and that was all Annie wanted.

[knife_bender]

"Sweatpants sound nice," he admitted, reaching up to help her with her cape. "It was a lot, but less than I was expecting? The premiere will probably be worse with all the shouting."

And, you know. With the likes of Homelander there. That would also make it worse.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yeah, I'm glad we did it this way," Annie admitted, shrugging her cape off and shooting a smile over her shoulder at him for the help. So cute, always. "Like, we're still going to get pelted with questions at the premiere, but we got most of it out of the way. And I was able to stay with you the whole time through this."

Which would not be the case on any red carpet events, including the premiere, where he'd probably have to go make small talk with A-Train or Homelander while Annie took solo photographs or buddied up with Maeve for some girl power poses.

[knife_bender]

Ugh, he didn't know which one would be worse to small talk with. Maybe he'd go stand by Hughie and Victoria Neuman.

"Nothing else today though, right?" he asked. "Sweatpants and bed are next on the docket?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

God, you knew it was bad when Hughie was the best choice.

"Sweatpants and bed and making sure that door is locked," Annie agreed with a sigh, getting back to her feet to go ensure the deadbolt was in place and kick off her boots in the process. "I would not put it past Ashley to just barge in here to tell us how well we're already polling with focus groups."

...and that felt gross to say about something she cared about as deeply as she did her relationship with Diego. Ugh. It was different when it was, like, the movie or one of her shows.

[knife_bender]

"Of course we're going to poll well," Diego joked. "We both look hot as hell and our interview was perf."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We can hear about our amazing numbers tomorrow, then," Annie told him, making a little face at him and rolling her eyes as she leaned against the wall to slip her boot off. "Thank you for going along with this, seriously. I really do appreciate it."

Not just because it was going to make things easier for her at work without having to worry quite as much about shielding Diego from fans and the press, but because she was legitimately really proud to call him her fiancé. And she wanted to get that out there so she could stop being cagey every time someone asked her about her love life or implied something about a teammate.

[knife_bender]

"It's for the both of us," he said, getting up from the couch. "In another universe where my dad wasn't a dick you'd be doing the same thing for me, probably."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I would," Annie agreed, dropping about two inches once she had her boot off and setting to work on the other one. "And you know what, she's right. You do look hot as hell."

Annie just looked like Starlight, which was honestly a little weird considering this was supposed to be an interview 'at home' and she was usually out of uniform as soon as she could be once the door shut.

(But then again, this apartment wasn't really their home, either.)

[knife_bender]

"I clean up nice," he joked. "It'd be weird if you looked all nice in your uniform and I looked like a weird slob."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You never could," Annie assured him, going up onto her toes to kiss him again. "You're hot as hell without even trying. And I just look like I'm at work, anyway."

Perhaps slightly more glittery than she usually was without cameras around.

[knife_bender]

"I like what you wear to work," he said. "I believe I've shown just how much I like your uniform in the past, in fact."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Mm-hmm," Annie agreed, sliding her arms up around his neck and letting a hand drift up to play with his hair. Just a little. She'd been really good about that during the interview, because some things really did need to stay theirs. "On a few occasions. Though I could also argue that maybe you hate it, since it seems like you like taking it off me."

[knife_bender]

"Only because you say it's hard to breathe in," Diego lied, putting his hands on her waist. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"It is hard to breathe in." Harder lately because Annie had, shockingly enough, gained a few pounds. Blame going on fewer obsessive runs and eating more pizza. (Blame it on being happy, really.) "And it's so tricky trying to get out of it myself, you know." She leaned up, tilting her head to kiss his jaw. "I should probably just get side zippers put in. Maybe buttons."

Never. Literally never. First of all, because this version of her uniform had been in effect for going on seventeen years, but also because sometimes zipper rituals were romantic.

[knife_bender]

"Now why would you do that when I'm here to help you?" he asked. "Free labor, standing right in front of you."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I would hate to take advantage of you," Annie countered, lifting her brows playfully at him. Clearly she would love to take advantage of him, actually. "And there are times I have to get out of it myself, anyway."

Though those were probably going to be a bit more rare in their future.

[knife_bender]

"Okay, maybe a second outfit with side zippers," he suggested. "For times I'm not there."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Genius," Annie decided, not feeling like that was an exaggeration at all. "I'll have to plan ahead a little, but I think that's a workable compromise."

And he was so much of a genius that he deserved another kiss. "But since you're here and all, wanna help get me out of this thing?"

Just, like, as a good deed.

[knife_bender]

"Always." It was near the top of the list of his favorite things to do! "Come on, bedroom."

Look at him, planning ahead.

[defenderofdesmoines]

See, she really wasn't exaggerating with her comments regarding his genius! Annie had been ready to potentially strip down next to her front door, like an idiot who occasionally forgot she had a creepy neighbor with super-hearing.

"Bedroom," she agreed, rising up on her toes to give his cheek a final kiss before leading the way to the bedroom in a little swish of tulle. "I think we deserve some privacy for a little while."

And around here, the bedroom was about as secluded a space as this apartment offered, outside of the bathroom.