Ducky
Ducky came back to Warrens exensive high-rise apartment after flying around the city. She had been living with Warren for several months now, and was happy as a clam. She was looking forward to having children at some point, but probably not quite yet.
"Ducky, I've been waiting for you," Warren said, gesturing to the table set with candles, and a plate of deep-fried tofu, Ducky's favourite. She sat down, and they dug in, talking and eating.
"Hun, I have a question for you," Ducky looked up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, getting down on one knee as he opened it.
"Daphne Elizabeth Turner, will you marry me?" Ducky was happily speechless, as she began to nod.
"Yes, of course I'll marry you Baby!" he slipped the ring, which was uite elaborite, being as he was Warren Worthington the Third, and money was no option. He stood up and she threw her arms around his neck, as she kissed him deeply.