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"Oh my God," Yuuri whispered to Victor. "Oh. My. God. Victor, that's Chris Evans. Oh my God, he's so much hotter in person."
"Yuuri, we just got married. Are you seriously trying to talk about other men with me?" Victor replied, looking at his husband with a fond smile. They were at Comic Con in New York on their honeymoon. Yuuri was cosplaying as Magneto from X-Men; Victor, not wanting to be outdone, was dressed as Storm.
The tickets to Comic Con had been a surprise present for Yuuri - they were both big Marvel fans - and Victor had picked out the costumes. So if Yuuri's jumpsuit was a little on the tight side, well, who could blame him?
"Victor, we have to talk to him. Oh God, do you think he'll give us his autograph?" Yuuri started getting flustered. Victor wrapped an arm around him and hugged him.
"Come on then, let's get a picture with Captain America. Hey, do you think Bucky is around? Sebastian Stan has great abs," Victor wondered out loud. Yuuri blushed and shoved him goodnaturedly.
"Victor!" Yuuri squealed.
"What can I say? I have a type!" Victor laughed, interlocking his fingers with Yuuri's. He squeezed Yuuri's hand, and then started pulling his husband towards Chris Evans.
We're definitely doing this again, thought Victor. He wondered if he could convince Yuuri to squeeze into a tight Winter Soldier costume next year...