He wanted to never make Oliver or Pietro cry. "I want stability. I want a home with you. I want the level of death and terror to be less debilitating. I want to figure out a new way to live in that world. I want to protect you, and us, and our people. I want to do good..." God, was he going to cry? He choked a little on it. "And be useful, and be in service to our people. And I want to love you, even though I know it's harder there, where all our most hurtful past relationships are, yes, I would marry you there." Maybe these weren't real things. Maybe they were ideas he couldn't really hold onto yet. But that was what he wanted.