You and a few other X-Men were all on a mission and currently walking through some city ruins. Something you couldn't help but notice was that some of the guys, that were with you for the mission, were constantly eyeing Betsy in her new suit.

Her new suit was a little revealing, but Betsy's confidence was unabashed, giving her no shame to show. Betsy was always an attractive person, even you could admit that, but you had no idea why this nasty feeling ate at you. Was it jealousy?

No. It couldn't be. You thought to yourself. She's my friend. My friend. It's not like I care if she wants their attention. You tried so hard to convince yourself time and time again.

But something you noticed was that even though everyone was staring at her, she was staring right at you with a subtle smirk playing at her lips. She even slowly walked her way over to you until your shoulders were brushing against one another in every step. She gently took your hand in hers causing her smirk only to grow when she gently squeezed your hand, fingers lacing with one another as a silent testimony of her loyalty and affection for you and only you.

Everyone may have been staring at her but she only wanted your attention and she made that as clear to you as she possibly could.