Harley Keener is a prodigy, a kid from Tennessee who never would’ve made it out without the help of Mr. Tony Stark. Not only would he be stuck in that itsy bitsy little town, he would’ve never met the gorgeous girl he gets to call his wife.

He promised everyone it was a whole-hearted accident, a mistake he kept making by running into you every time he could find a half-assed excuse. You know damn well that isn’t the truth and so does he. You remember meeting him for the first time; a tall, blond, beefy hick, just like you like your men. Patient, smart, ambitious, and southern, he was the whole package.

“You don’t sound like you’re from ‘round here,” you say, a soft smile gracing your lips while you scan his groceries agonizingly slow.

Harley smiled right back, “no ma’am I’m not, I’m from Tennessee, a ways east from Nashville.”

“I got family down there,” you mention, “the mountains are awfully pretty. What’re you doing up in Michigan?”

“Needed a vacation,” he drawls, “we’re stayin’ up on Deep Lake.”

It was the first time you were scanning the tin of scones and carton of milk but it certainly wouldn’t be the last. By the time he had worked up the courage to ask you out to coffee it was time for him to go back to New York, but Harley Keener was so head over heels, speechless, crazy in love with you that he begged Tony on his knees to let him stay just a little longer.

“Just another month, old man, I’ll be back before you know it. This girl’s worth, she’s a dream.”

And how could Tony say know to that? So Harley got to stay, and you got to go on date after date after date. As he’s walking you home from your 100th dinner and’a movie date, you stop. Just in front of your house on the sidewalk the two of you stop and you stare for what feels like a lifetime. He kisses you, his lips hardly brushing yours. Lucky for him, you kissed him back.

It only took five months of going out, a year and a half of dating, and two weeks of Harley waiting to get his mother’s ring back from the shop for him to propose to you. Harley Keener kneeled before you, peering up at you as if you were the queen of the world, and asked you to marry him. And how could you say no to that?

So here you were, two months as husband and wife and three years into the best relationship of your lives, successful, happy, and showering each other in affection like you are the luckiest couple in the Milky Way. And to you and Harley? You know you are.