Robbie hadn't really planned on ever using Tinder, but his teammates in the Avengers had egged him on. He'd caved, despite being up to his neck with responsibilities between secret superhero stuff, Gabe, and life in general. Though he'd been forced to grow up at a very young age, he was still very much a romantic at heart. Maybe someone out there could be understanding of his situation?

Most of his matches would let him down gently (some less so) when he told them he had a disabled younger brother to care for and very little time. Which he'd put in his profile, mind you—people just didn't read. Some did, but got offended when they realized Gabe would be his number one priority no matter what. He'd scored a few dates, all flops.

This latest match, though? Total cutie. He had a good feeling about this one. Wishful thinking, maybe, but the butterflies in his stomach were throwing a party, and he was gonna shoot his shot. Worst case he'd get another "thanks but no thanks."

"Hey," he typed. "Cool profile! Love your photos. Great lighting! Mine look super amateur in comparison." He paused, thinking for a moment before continuing, "Do you game?" Please say yes. Robbie didn't have much time for gaming anymore, but for the right person, he'd make the time, damn it.