"I owe you another dream," he murmured, "but I gotta admit, most of what I've had since you started looking like this has been nightmares. Not because of you, but because of war, then because of what happened to me after. Every night, it's like I see all the bad things that could happen over and over again... Losing my memory again. Losing this. Us. Dying and leaving you behind. Watching you die. Being the one to kill you. Being torn away from this little family I built coming straight out of hell. But now and then, I manage to have a good dream in the middle of the bad ones. Like when I dreamed of you and white roses and this big stained glass window. Only thing that didn't make sense was that for some reason, it was Tony Stark that married us, and I sure as hell wouldn't pick him."