Steve shook his head. If he was doing this, he was going to do this right. He reached into his pocket as he got down on one knee.
"Anya, every minute I was gone and not fighting for my life, I was thinking about you. When I got shot, all I could think about was how my dying was going to break your heart.
Never thought I'd be happy with just one girl. But here I am.
I don't have much. I don't plan, no real idea for the future. I'm good at beating people up and that's about it.
But I love you, Anya. More than some schmuck like me can say."
He pulled out a little black box, opened it.
"Marry me."
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