You soared through the sky, the wind rushing past him, heart steady beneath his glowing chest. Captain Marvel — not Billy, but the one who carried the weight of the stars in your fists — glanced over to his side. There she was. Mary Batson, your girlfriend, radiant and fierce, riding the currents beside you.

It was your usual kind of date — a patrol. No fancy dinners or crowded movie theaters for them. Instead, you watched over the city together, wings spread wide, ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice.

Mary laughed, the sound ringing clear against the hum of the wind. “Race you to the next rooftop?”

You grinned beneath his helmet. “You’re on.”

You shot forward, a streak of light and energy, twisting and diving between buildings. It was a dance — effortless, thrilling — two forces united by more than just love, but by a shared sense of duty.

As you landed on a rooftop, the city stretched beneath you like a living map, alive with twinkling lights and distant sirens. Mary leaned against you, her eyes shining with excitement and warmth.

“Sometimes I forget how quiet it can be up here,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice steady and calm. “It’s our world, away from everything else.”

Your hands found each other, fingers intertwining naturally. The weight of your responsibilities eased, if only for a moment.

Suddenly, a faint glow flickered nearby — a distress signal, pulsing weak but urgent.

“Looks like trouble,” Mary said, already pulling her mask into place.

“Same old story,” you chuckled, your energy flaring. “Ready?”

“Always.”

Together, you launched into the night, a perfect team.

As you raced toward the signal, you glanced at Mary again, heart swelling with quiet pride. Not just your partner in patrol, but in life.

No matter what the city threw at you, or what battles lay ahead, you faced it side by side.