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"One day, she'll be my wife."
Those are the words Peter's told himself for about as long as he's known Michelle Jones.
He'd blush in the privacy of his bedroom, stammer in front of her the next day, but it didn't make the words go away. It didn't devoid the statement of its truthfulness.
Peter knew it like he knew his name, like he could do his shoelaces. They were meant to be.
Years after his pathetic attempt at a smooth introduction, after they'd endured villains, suits and worst of all, college , Peter's dreams came true.
She said, "I do."