May 28th, 2015 – Los Angeles – Age of Ultron Premiere Day
The morning sun filtered through the cream-colored curtains of their Beverly Hills suite, golden rays painting gentle streaks across the floor. The hum of Los Angeles outside was steady—traffic, distant sirens, and the low thrum of a city that never seemed to pause. But inside the room, things were a mix of calm and quiet excitement.
Kate stood in front of the vanity mirror, tying the belt of her robe as she lightly tapped her fingers against the marble counter. Her phone buzzed every few minutes—texts from publicists, reminders from stylists, social media notifications. The day had finally arrived.
"I feel like my stomach's turned into a pretzel," she muttered, glancing at her reflection.
Adriano, still barefoot and in pajama pants, was seated on the edge of the bed buttoning up his shirt. "That's normal," he said with a soft grin. "Nervous stomach before kickoff. Means you care."
She turned toward him, eyes narrowed. "Is that how you calm yourself before Champions League finals?"
He shrugged. "Kind of. That and listening to the same playlist twenty times."
Kate folded her arms. "Tempted to steal that method today."
He stood and crossed the room to her, placing his hands gently on her arms. "You're going to be incredible, Kate. You already are. The world's just catching up."
She looked up at him, her nerves softening. "You really believe that?"
"With every part of me."
They helped each other get ready in the next hour, moving like two people who'd done this a hundred times before, even if they hadn't. Adriano fixed the zipper on her dress, and Kate adjusted the collar of his shirt. He chose a royal blue Louis Vuitton suit—sleek and custom-fit—paired with a black shirt and crisp white tie. The look was understated elegance with just the right amount of flair. His Rolex caught the light as he slid it onto his wrist.
Kate, meanwhile, had gone full Scarlet Witch. A flowing, blood-red designer gown hugged her curves, with off-shoulder sleeves and subtle embroidery that paid homage to her character's costume without feeling overdone. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, and her makeup was bold yet refined—crimson lips and smoky eyes.
They ended up together in the bathroom mirror, both doing last-minute checks. Kate leaned in for a quick kiss on his cheek, while Adriano adjusted his watch.
"Hold still," she said, raising her phone. "This deserves documentation."
He smirked. "Just don't catch my nervous blinking."
She clicked the picture—her in her red gown, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he looked effortlessly suave. A real-life power couple in the mirror.
Without much thought, she opened Instagram, typed a quick caption, and hit post.
Big day, big moment, with the most special person ❤️
By the time their car pulled up outside the premiere venue, the post had already passed half a million likes. They could hear the noise from blocks away—fans chanting, reporters calling out names, camera shutters snapping in rapid-fire bursts.
The red carpet sprawled like a river of velvet beneath a grand Avengers-themed archway. Giant screens played clips from the movie, and a massive backdrop shimmered with the Age of Ultron logo. Barricades separated the fans from the stars, but that didn't stop people from reaching over, screaming, waving posters, or holding out their phones for selfies.
Chris Evans was already on the carpet, signing autographs with a relaxed smile. Nearby, Robert Downey Jr. was cracking jokes and taking selfies with a group of fans dressed as Iron Man. Scarlett Johansson stood at the far end, gracefully posing for the cameras in a sleek black gown that glimmered under the lights. The whole scene was a spectacle—chaotic but electric.
Inside the car, Kate inhaled deeply.
"You ready?" Adriano asked, adjusting his tie one last time.
She smiled at him, nerves flickering behind her eyes. "Not really. But I guess it's too late to hide now."
He reached over and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "This is your moment, babe. Go and shine like the star you are."
Kate's eyes softened, and she reached for his hand. "Thanks for the confidence, dear. Just pray I don't trip and fall in front of five thousand cameras."
Adriano tilted his head. "If you do, I'll catch you."
Her brow arched. "Promise?"
"Right after I do a few twirls to make it dramatic."
She narrowed her eyes. "Please don't."
He laughed, and she shook her head, the tension in her shoulders easing.
When the car door opened, the noise hit them like a wave. Flashbulbs exploded. Fans cheered louder. Reporters leaned in from behind barriers, shouting names and questions. The couple stepped onto the red carpet, arm in arm, and the crowd's reaction was immediate.
Some fans shouted, "Scarlet Witch!" Others screamed, "Adriano!" A few even started chanting, "Power couple! Power couple!"
As the car pulled away and disappeared into the stream of arrivals behind them, Kate and Adriano stood momentarily at the edge of the velvet runway, a few steps away from the chaos. The scene ahead was alive—flashes popping like fireworks, reporters calling names with excited urgency, fans screaming from behind barricades, holding up signs, jerseys, comic books, and phones all at once.
Kate drew in a breath and squared her shoulders. Adriano, standing just beside her in his royal blue Louis Vuitton suit, leaned in gently and whispered, "You've got this."
She glanced up at him, her red gown catching the lights as she smiled back. "Let's go, then."
They stepped forward together onto the red carpet, the noise swelling around them like a rising wave.
Immediately, the photographers began shouting.
"KATE! Over here!"
"ADRIANO! LOOK LEFT!"
"COUPLE SHOT—JUST ONE MORE!"
Kate handled it all with effortless grace, posing with one hand on her hip, turning just slightly to show off the design of her dress. Adriano stood beside her for a few frames before stepping aside, giving her space to shine. The cameras loved her—red silk, bold lips, confidence in every movement.
As she moved forward, more media stopped her. A Disney Channel reporter held out a mic.
"Kate! You look stunning tonight! What does it feel like to finally premiere Age of Ultron?"
Kate smiled, her tone light but grounded. "It's a little surreal. We've been working on this for what feels like forever, and now seeing everyone here—it's incredible. The fans are amazing. The energy is unreal."
"And working with this cast?" the reporter asked.
"Incredible. It really feels like a family," she said sincerely. "Even when we're all flying around green screens."
A few feet away, another interviewer caught Adriano.
"Adriano Riveiro! Didn't expect to see you on the red carpet tonight—how's it feel trading the pitch for Hollywood?"
He grinned, easing into it with charm. "Bit more makeup, slightly fewer bruises."
Laughter followed from the small media circle.
"Seriously though," the reporter continued, "your proposal after the Champions League final—half the internet cried. How does it feel being the world's favorite fiancé?"
Adriano glanced toward Kate, who was still being interviewed. "Honestly? It just feels like I'm lucky. I mean, look at her. I just get to be the guy walking beside her."
Back with Kate, another question popped up. "You've played some bold roles before, but how different was Wanda Maximoff?"
Kate nodded. "She's layered. She's powerful, but there's so much emotion under the surface. I really connected with that. It was a challenge, but one I loved."
"And what's it like having Adriano here to support you?"
She chuckled. "It's everything. He grounds me. If I start to spiral, he's the one pulling me back with a joke or a ridiculous football analogy."
A beat. "Which analogy today?"
"He said red carpets are like penalty shootouts. All nerves at first, but once you walk up, you just have to trust your form."
More laughter.
A few steps ahead, a Marvel staffer guided them toward the official backdrop for the main event photo shoot. Here, dozens of photographers lined up behind a cordoned-off area, their shutters primed and fingers twitching. This was the big frame—the photo that would make headlines.
Kate took center, with Adriano joining beside her for the couple shots. They posed close, her arm lightly looped through his. He leaned his head toward her slightly, not overplaying it—just comfortable, present. The chemistry between them was unforced, the kind that made onlookers smile.
"Now just Adriano!" someone called.
He stepped aside. Posed. Gave them what they wanted with a tilt of the head and a calm smile. Not cocky, not stiff—just Adriano being himself.
Then came the cast group shots. Scarlett, RDJ, Chris Evans, Hemsworth, Elizabeth Olsen. Kate slipped into her spot, laughing quietly at something Chris whispered. Adriano stepped back respectfully to watch.
For a few minutes, he stood at the far side of the carpet. Happily watching her under the spotlight. A young boy, maybe ten, wearing a Manchester City shirt, pointed him out to his dad. Within seconds, two more teens recognized him and edged closer with a comic and a ball.
"Adriano!" one of them called. "Can you sign this?"
He turned, smiled, and stepped closer. "Of course."
He signed the football, then the comic. One fan sheepishly held out a poster of Kate.
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that one?"
She blushed. "It's for Kate, but I figured if you also sign it, it'll be cooler. Maybe you guys can do a spinoff series."
He laughed. "Wrong universe, but I'll allow it."
Another girl pushed forward, holding a homemade sign that read Adriano & Kate = Real-Life Avengers. He took a photo with her, then signed it with a flourish.
One kid tugged at his sleeve. "You really proposed after scoring the winning goal? My dad says you're a legend."
He crouched slightly to the boy's level. "Your dad has great taste."
Meanwhile, Kate, standing in the middle of the Avengers lineup, turned her head. She spotted Adriano just beyond the chaos, surrounded by fans and laughing as he signed a Captain America shield.
For a moment, she didn't hear the photographers. Didn't see the lights.
She just smiled.
Not the showy, red-carpet smile she had mastered. Not the one trained for press photos. This was different. Softer. Real.
Because this wasn't just her night. It was theirs.
He didn't need to say anything. He didn't need a suit that glittered or lines from a script. He didn't need to walk ahead, or beside, or behind her. Just being there was enough.
And somehow, in the noise of Hollywood and the spotlight of Marvel's biggest night, she felt the most grounded she'd been in months.
She turned back to the cameras, but not before she whispered to herself with a small grin: "He really does belong here."
Just not because he's a star.
Because he's hers.
****
The red carpet may have been dazzling, but the real heart of the evening came when the cast, crew, and lucky guests finally filed into the grandeur of the Dolby Theatre. Inside, the gold-trimmed balconies and deep velvet seats were filled with industry insiders, critics, superfans, influencers, Marvel execs, family members—and for the first time, Adriano, seated quietly with a tub of popcorn he'd somehow managed to sneak past the PR team.
Kate sat beside him in the front-center row, flanked by Scarlett Johansson on her other side and Robert Downey Jr. a few seats down. The whole cast was seated in the same section, close enough to elbow one another during key scenes or react to audience responses in real time.
Kate smoothed the front of her gown as she sat beside Adriano, who was already reaching into his bucket of popcorn with casual defiance.
"You really brought snacks?" she whispered, half amused, half horrified.
He popped a kernel in his mouth and leaned toward her. "Tradition. Don't question greatness."
"You're going to crunch right through my close-ups," she murmured back with a smirk.
"Perfect timing," he said, grinning. "Authentic sound effects."
She just laughed," You are impossible."
Soon, Lights dimmed, and a Marvel Studios logo lit up the massive screen, accompanied by an explosion of cheers and applause. The room fell into a hush. Then, the opening scene began.
Just then, the lights dimmed completely and the Marvel Studios logo shimmered onto the screen, triggering a wave of cheers, whoops, and applause from every corner of the packed theatre. The music swelled. The screen lit up. The film began.
For the next two and a half hours, the crowd was immersed in one of Marvel's most ambitious and high-stakes entries to date.
From the first moments, laughter and cheers erupted. Iron Man's sarcasm. Thor's ego. Hawkeye trying to keep the team grounded. It was textbook Marvel—fast, punchy, loud, and emotional in bursts. The audience was hooked.
Every action beat had people gripping their seats. Every joke landed like a well-timed pass. Every moment of tension crackled across the theatre.
When Iron Man made his entrance with his signature sarcasm, the crowd cheered loudly. When Thor flung his hammer across the screen and summoned lightning, a fan in the upper balcony shouted, "THAT'S MY GUY!" to laughter from the rows around him.
Adriano leaned over to Kate during a tense scene between her character and Vision. "You were terrifying in this," he whispered.
"I wasn't trying to be terrifying," she whispered back. "It's called emotional intensity."
He nudged her gently. "Same thing."
Later, when a scene showed Wanda unleashing her full powers in a battle against Ultron's army, the entire theater broke into applause. A teenager sitting behind them whispered, "She's the most badass Avenger now, no contest."
Kate turned slightly, grinning. "Thank you," she mouthed.
One of the most unexpected moments came midway through the film, when Tony Stark cracked a joke as Quicksilver flashed through "That guy is dribbling like a soccer player. Does he think he's in Europe?" The line wasn't aimed at anyone, but several heads in the audience turned in Adriano's direction and burst into laughter.
Robert Downey Jr., clearly aware, leaned across three seats toward him and stage-whispered, "They wrote that before your Downton Abbey cameo, I swear."
Adriano grinned and gave a mock salute. "I'll let it slide this time."
There was no romance subplot between Wanda and Vision this time—Marvel had taken a different turn. Instead, their dynamic was strictly one of deep strategic alliance. Their respect for one another was evident in battle scenes and quick exchanges, but the film made it clear: Wanda Maximoff was her own force.
During the final battle—pure chaos, explosions, slow-motion hero shots—the energy in the room surged. Some fans leaned forward in their seats, gripping the armrests. Others whispered excitedly to friends, predicting what was coming next.
Adriano watched it all unfold like he was studying a cup final. "This is the most well-choreographed set-piece I've ever seen," he muttered.
Scarlett, hearing him from the other side of Kate, laughed softly. "Do footballers really talk like that during movies?"
Kate just shook her head. "No. Only mine."
One of the biggest surprises came near the climax.
As Ultron's final form was seemingly obliterated in a massive explosion engineered by Stark and Banner, silence fell over the screen. A tense quiet.
But then, in the final moments of the movie, just as the Avengers began regrouping at the new compound, a young boy was shown playing a mobile game on his smartphone—his fingers tapping rapidly at the screen.
Suddenly, the phone glitched. The game distorted into red and silver hues. A chillingly familiar voice emerged from the speakers.
"Did you really think it would be that easy?"
The screen blinked once, then cut to black.
Gasps echoed around the theatre.
"What the hell—" Adriano whispered, stunned.
"I didn't know they added that," Kate said under her breath.
The applause came, loud and excited. The Dolby Theatre erupted into cheers and whistles as the credits rolled. But no one left their seats—not yet. Marvel fans knew better.
Kate turned to Adriano. "So?"
He stood and clapped along, then leaned in with a grin. "I'd give it a solid nine out of ten."
She squinted. "What's missing?"
He shrugged. "Could've used a penalty shootout at the end."
She laughed and shoved his shoulder lightly. "You're insufferable."
"I'm consistent," he said, grinning.
Then came the real jaw-dropper.
End Credit Scene
The screen opened on a dark, rocky cavern, dimly lit by glowing crimson runes. A solitary figure walked into view—Elizabeth Olsen, clad in tattered robes, her hair longer, untamed, her presence nearly otherworldly.
She stepped forward toward a swirling altar of red mist. A voice—ancient, deep, and otherworldly—whispered through the silence.
"You have always been more than you were told. Accept my gift."
Red energy surged up her arms, and her eyes flared with raw, chaotic energy. Her hair lifted as though caught in a supernatural current. Her voice was low, controlled, but chilling.
"I am the true Scarlet Witch."
Then she turned, red magic crackling around her, and whispered with eerie calm: "Let's go pay a visit to my sister."
Boom. Cut to black.
The theatre went berserk.
People were on their feet, cheering, yelling. Someone shouted "OH MY GOD!" from the back row. Another fan stood up, hands on his head. "Who's her sister?! Who is it?!"
Adriano glanced at Kate, his brow raised. "You didn't tell me you had a sister."
Kate laughed, still catching her breath. "Neither did I! That was... That wasn't in the script I saw!"
Behind them, Chris Hemsworth was pumping his fist while RDJ muttered "Marvel, you sneaky bastards" with a smirk. Elizabeth Olsen, seated near the aisle, looked sheepish but proud as castmates turned to give her playful glares.
Fans crowded around her the moment the lights came back on. "Liz! Who's the sister?" "What does it mean?" "You just dropped a nuke on us!"
Elizabeth gave nothing away, just smiled and said, "Guess you'll have to wait."
As the cast began standing to head toward the afterparty area, a small group of teenage girls made their way toward Adriano and Kate.
"Kate, you were unreal," one of them gushed. "But, sorry, Adriano—can we get a photo with you too? Our dad watches you more than he watches Marvel."
Adriano laughed and took the photo, even striking a mock superhero pose. "I think I need a cape now."
"You basically have one," Kate replied, straightening his jacket. "It's just blue and made by Louis Vuitton."
More fans gathered, this time for both of them—some holding posters, others just trying to talk. One fan handed Adriano a toy Ultron and said, "Please destroy it. Emotionally."
He held it up solemnly. "Only if he doesn't escape into my phone."
The fans laughed. A moment later, a young boy tugged on Kate's gown. "Are you really the Scarlet Witch?"
She knelt down with a smile. "Only in the movies."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "You're cooler than Captain Marvel."
Kate glanced back at Adriano. "I like this kid."
One woman in her fifties approached him and Kate. "You two were just amazing to watch tonight," she said, holding up her phone for a selfie. "And your engagement—oh my God, my husband cried watching it on YouTube."
Kate smiled, wrapping an arm around Adriano. "I cried too, if that helps."
The woman laughed. "You two give me hope that real love still exists in this crazy world."
Adriano chuckled. "Well, if superheroes can save the world, I figured I could at least plan a decent proposal."
As the Dolby Theatre began to empty out, the cast was ushered toward the elevator leading up to the rooftop celebration. Kate and Adriano walked a few steps behind the group, her hand tucked into his.
"You were incredible,babe." he said, his voice low.
She glanced sideways at him. "You think so?"
"I know so. And the ending? You just became the center of the whole damn universe."
Kate exhaled, still buzzing. "I don't even know what comes next."
"Maybe," he said with a smile, "you're the one scoring the final goal this time."
As they walked out of the theatre together, hand in hand, the energy around them still buzzing, Kate glanced at him. "Thank you for being here."
He gave her a sideways glance. "You kidding? I wouldn't miss this for anything."
She paused. "I mean it. You didn't have to do all of this. The red carpet, the press, sitting through interviews and stage lights. It's not your world."
Adriano stopped, gently turning her by the hand to face him. "It's not about the world. It's about you. Wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Whether it's Wembley, or a movie premiere, or… a random rooftop dinner in New York."
She smiled, that familiar mix of strength and softness in her eyes.
"I love you," she said.
He leaned in, brushed his lips against her forehead. "I love you too."
The night still had more to offer—the afterparty, the press reactions, the post-screening breakdowns—but in that small, golden-lit hallway between the theatre and the next frenzy, they had their quiet moment.
Just the two of them.
No capes. No cameras.
Just real.
(This is still far better than the original movie xD and I thought for like a minute to come up with this. Marvel really needs me😂)
*****
As the audience slowly began filing out toward the mezzanine lounge and rooftop reception areas, a cluster of entertainment reporters—pre-cleared with Marvel's PR team—had gathered near the back hallway exit. The moment Adriano and Kate stepped through, hand in hand, they were approached.
Microphones went up. Flashbulbs popped. Questions came fast.
"Kate! That end-credit scene! Who's that? Are we getting a Scarlet Witch spinoff?"
She smiled politely, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "You know Marvel. Secrets are sacred. Even I don't know everything they're planning."
Adriano chuckled beside her. "She says that even when she does know everything."
A few reporters laughed, but the cameras kept rolling.
"Adriano," one reporter cut in, "this isn't your first red carpet, but it's definitely your first Marvel premiere. What'd you think of the film?"
He crossed his arms playfully, standing tall in his sharp royal-blue Louis Vuitton suit. "I mean, I came in expecting superheroes to throw some punches. I didn't expect to see my fiancée unleash hellfire and nearly collapse a city. So yeah, I'm impressed."
Kate playfully elbowed him, and a few more chuckles came from the reporters.
"Speaking of which," another voice jumped in, "Kate—how does it feel to have Adriano supporting you through all this? And congrats again on the engagement!"
Kate's smile softened as she glanced at him. "Honestly? It means everything. We've both had huge years—his might've been even bigger—but having him here tonight, in my world, means the world to me."
Reporters leaned in.
"So the Champions League Final proposal—was that planned? Or spontaneous?"
Adriano gave a small laugh. "Planned enough to buy the ring. Not planned enough to know I'd have cameras in my face when I did it."
Kate added with a grin, "I didn't even know he had the ring. I thought he was hiding gum in his sock."
They both laughed. A wave of camera shutters followed. Every expression was gold for tomorrow's headlines.
"Are you two thinking of collaborating professionally again?" another reporter asked. "You both appeared in that Downton cameo."
Kate raised an eyebrow, amused. "He can act, you know. He memorized all his lines."
Adriano shook his head. "That was enough acting for a lifetime. I'll stick to football."
"But would you join the MCU if they asked?" a fan-journalist piped up from the back.
Adriano tilted his head thoughtfully. "Only if I get to play a supervillain with a ridiculous hairstyle."
Kate added dryly, "You already have one when you don't gel it properly."
The crowd of reporters burst into laughter. The chemistry between them wasn't rehearsed. It was real—easy, flowing, and unforced. The kind of connection you couldn't fake, even with a script.
Before long, Marvel's PR handlers stepped in to gently wrap the interviews, guiding the couple toward the velvet-roped staircase leading up to the rooftop event. But even as they walked away, the buzz from the media area didn't die down—it only grew louder.
Down at the main exit of the Dolby Theatre, fans who had won limited seats for the screening were pouring out into the Hollywood night, their faces glowing with excitement and disbelief.
"That end-credit scene?!" someone shouted. "WHAT WAS THAT?! Who's her sister?! Is it Wanda? Polaris? Is it Emma Frost?!"
A group of young women in Wanda-themed jackets huddled on the steps, practically bouncing.
"She said 'I am the true Scarlet Witch' and I felt that in my soul."
"Dude, and the red eyes? The hair? Elizabeth Olsen cooked."
"Ultron's in a smartphone now?" a teenager yelled from the sidewalk. "What's he gonna do—hack Instagram?"
Laughter echoed across the plaza.
Another couple, around college-age, sat on a low concrete ledge, still wearing their Avengers pins. The girl turned to her boyfriend and said, "Okay but... can we talk about Adriano? That man literally scored the winning goal in the Champions League and then shows up at a Marvel premiere like it's nothing?"
The boyfriend replied, "He signed my Iron Man poster. Said 'Wrong universe' and still signed it."
"And he's engaged to Kate Upton. Like, real-life fairytale."
"Imagine being that guy. You win football's biggest trophy and then immediately become honorary Avenger."
Some younger fans were livestreaming their reactions, showing off their posters, quoting their favorite lines. "Wanda didn't even need a romance arc," one girl said into her phone. "She just got cursed by some demon god and is now coming for her sister. Peak. Cinema."
Meanwhile, others were already pulling out their phones, skimming through Kate's recent Instagram post—the one she'd taken before the red carpet, kissing Adriano's cheek as he adjusted his Rolex.
"'Big day, big moment, with the most special person ❤️'—yup. They're goals," someone commented.
Back upstairs on the terrace, a few Marvel producers watched the social media feedback pour in live from team iPads. One leaned over and said to another, "Putting Adriano on the promo circuit? Best decision we've made outside the script rewrites."
"Guy's a media natural," the other replied. "And he didn't even ask for a trailer."
Adriano and Kate, finally away from the interviews, found themselves near the balcony edge of the rooftop reception, a gentle breeze rolling through the LA night. The skyline twinkled below, but most of the cast and execs were still mingling inside the event space.
Adriano wrapped his arm around Kate's waist, pulling her closer.
"You were amazing," he said softly.
"I blacked out during half the screening," she admitted. "I couldn't tell if people were reacting to me, or just the action."
"They were reacting to you. Believe me. I heard it all."
She looked at him, eyes playful but warm. "You sure you're not going to wake up tomorrow and regret being dragged into the Marvel machine?"
He shook his head. "Not once. I've been to a lot of stadiums. Big matches. Wild crowds. But tonight? That was something else. You owned it."
A moment passed between them—quiet and sincere, far from the roar of the fans or the click of a lens.
Kate leaned against his shoulder. "Thanks again for being here. For everything."
"I told you," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Wherever you are, I want to be."
They stood there, just the two of them, as laughter echoed behind them and city lights shimmered in the distance.
And for a night filled with gods, witches, and A-list spectacle—this, right here, felt the most magical.