The Avengers - Stony Wedding, part 7

"Tony.. What are these?"

Tony looked up from the table, where he was currently hunched over, signing wedding invitations. He didn’t get why it was his job. Tony’s handwriting was bad. There were doctors with neater handwriting. Tony just wanted to print out the invitations, but his husband-to-be, being the old guy he was, insisted on writing them traditionally as it would make the guest feel more important and appreciated and will give a finishing touch to their wedding. Tony didn’t say anything to that, just sat with a pen writing a million of invitations. Well, that made one thing clear - Steve was definitely the bride.

His gaze traveled to the pile of wedding gifts settled on the table behind them. Pile was a delicate word - you could barely see the table from underneath them. Heck, you could barely see the wall.

"Wedding gifts. From fans. It spread quickly," Tony said calmly, going back to writing. Of course that it spread quickly as Tony was blabbing on every possible talk show about their wedding. The feedback from their fans was awesome, but also overwhelming and troublesome. Each package was scanned five times by SHIELD’s experts to detect any potential threats, before it could be delivered to their floor.

"Think we can open some of them now?" Steve asked excitedly. It was probably against some cosmic rules, but..

"I guess," Tony shrugged, "they are probably a bunch of crap anyway."

"Well, that wasn’t nice," Steve scolded him fondly, walking over to the table taking the first gift. He unwrapped the white, shining paper with a huge bow and eyed the box. "Huh.. A blender.. Is that what people usually give each other for weddings?"

Tony snapped his head up. He only heard blender. “Gimme!!” he demanded excitedly, snatching the appliance from Steve. Steve laughed at that, but didn’t fight as the blender left his hands and shot Tony an amused look as he hugged the blender close to him.

"It’s free parts, Steve," he said with wide eyes, as surprised that Steve didn’t figure it out on his own yet.

Steve laughed again. “Oh no, you’re not turning our wedding gifts into robots,” he grinned.

"Oh, yes, I am. It’s the only good that could.. EW, EW! Hammer tech!" he yelped, letting go of the blender as if it was burning him.

"Hammer tech?" Steve looked as the appliance rolled on the floor, and Tony kept shooing it away with his foot, trying to keep it as far as possible. "He makes kitchen appliances?"

"Seems so. He wasn’t very good at making weapons, I don’t think that this thing is any better. It probably explodes after first use," Tony narrowed his eyes suspiciously, glaring at the blender.

Steve just grinned at how oddly his future husband could behave sometimes. Then he noticed the note attached to the paper. “Oh, it is from Hammer,” Steve said, surprised, getting Tony’s attention. He read the note and his face quickly turned blank. Tony, sensing that something was wrong, snatched the letter from him before Steve could try and stop him.

"To Iron Man and Captain America," he started reading out loud. "Tony, congratulations on your wedding with.." his voice stopped. In one second he scrunched the note in his hand and clenched his jaw.

"Tony, it’s fine.." Steve said gently.

"No, it’s not Steve! He insulted you! And in the rest of the letter he insulted me, and I’m okay with that, but I won’t let him insult you!" Tony barked. "JARVIS, send Heartbreaker and Igor over to the Hammer Corp."

"Tony!" Steve yelled.

Tony looked back at Steve, who was shooting him disapproving looks. “Oh come on!” he whined. “Can’t I lower with the ground Hammer Corp.? Please? As my wedding gift?”

Steve couldn’t stop the smile spreading over his face. Tony was adorable. Crazy, but adorable. “And could you not? As my wedding gift?” he murmured, cupping Tony’s face with both hands, rubbing their noses together.

Tony made a pleased sound at the treatment. “You’re definitely my better half..”

"Ah?" Steve smiled. He took a step closer, "accidentally" stepping on the infernal blender, plastic crashing under his military shoe.

Tony laughed. “Still, my better half. You just can’t  do evil, Steve,” he smiled. Before he knew it, he was swept off his feet and Steve threw him over his shoulder. “Hey! What are you doing?”

"Kidnapping. For ransom," he teased, going with Tony in the bedroom’s direction.

"What ransom?" Tony grinned.

"I think you will be willing to pay," Steve smiled sharply as he gently lay Tony down on their bed.

"I think I will be willing to stay in captivity," he whispered, sliding his fingers at Steve’s cheekbones. "Anything to postpone writing the invitations," he teased with a grin.

"You may regret those words," Steve lowered himself, kissing Tony deeply, needy, rolling his shirt higher.

Tony didn’t regret.

Until they heard a characteristic ding, indicating that someone got out on their floor from the elevator.

"Tony, it’s time for your tux fitting!" Pepper’s voice echoed through their floor.

"We are busy, Pepper!" Tony scowled, mewling quietly the next second Steve sucked to his neck.

"Oh, please you will have plenty of time for that, after the wedding," Pepper scolded, and they could hear the impatient clicking of her high heels as she was waiting.

"I said, we are busy, woman!" Tony snapped again.

Pepper didn’t take any of that. “Natasha, if you may.”

A few seconds later, Steve was abruptly pulled away from startled Tony, whose mouth was still opened as Steve’s tongue was forcefully pulled away. He saw his boyfriend’s muscled silhoutee getting further and further, until he was dragged out through the door by the super spy.

That did it! Tony angrily slammed his hands on the bed, and stomped out of the room, fixing his crumpled t-shirt. He was well aware that their wedding was in a less than a month, but that didn’t give a right to their wedding planner to boss them around and tell them when they can make out!

"Okay, Pep, that was—" he started in a nearly shouting voice, but was quickly shushed up, by Pepper who forcefully turned him around to the elevator.

"Tux fitting now, drama later," she commanded. Tony glanced to the back, seeing that Steve was manhandled in the same way as he was, just by Natasha.

"Wait, why is Steve not going with us?!" he cried. He already was pried away from his boyfriend, why Pepper was causing him further pain?!

"Steve and Natasha have a meeting with people from catering. Don’t worry, you will meet later during the dance class," she replied, somehow apologetic, but still with a firm dose of discipline.

Tony managed to catch Steve’s sorry eyes and sad face. He was more than sure, that he had the same expression.

But Pepper kept her word and they met during the dance class. It wasn’t their first one, and Tony noticed that Steve was getting better and better each time, and they were slow dancing and chatting. Just when Pepper or Natasha walked in, shooting them disapproving looks for talking and not focusing enough on the steps, Steve became nervous and clumsy and was repeatedly stomping over Tony’s feet, making him hiss and tear a bit from pain. Still, he had a perfect smile plastered on his face, because as the both girls kept reminding them, “you need to smile while dancing!”

Late evening, they both flopped on the bed, exhausted and sleepy. Who would have thought that organizing a wedding would drain so much energy from them.

Steve rolled closer to Tony and kissed his lips, shortly but affectionately. “Good night, babe,” he smiled a tired smile.

Tony smiled back. “Night,” he chirped, trying to make his voice as cheerful as possible.

The lights turned off and the bedroom became dark not counting the light from Tony’s arc and the New York’s glow.

Tony frowned, his mind buzzing with thoughts. Planning a wedding was really a lot of stuff. And he was grateful that Pepper and Natasha took their duties seriously, working their asses off to give them a perfect wedding. And their wedding was a challenge - with inviting all political figures, Tony's business partners, lots and lots of people, lots of security and a lot of planning. Still, they had everything under control. Like, really, perfectly under control. A thought started to form in his mind.

"Hey, Steve.."

"Hmmm?"

"You asleep?"

Steve turned around and face his boyfriend, who was intensely staring at the ceiling. “No. Why?”

"I was thinking.."

"About what?"

"You know how Pepper and Natasha are doing a great job?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think.. that we are really needed here?"

Steve gaped at his boyfriend. “What?”

Tony turned to face Steve, deep thought on his face. “Well, yeah, think about. Everything is almost ready. We are practically polishing now stuff that was already done..”

"Tony, what are you saying?"

"I’m saying.." Tony swallowed, not knowing if sharing his thoughts on this topic with Steve was such a good idea, "that we are basically not needed here. My tux is finished, you can dance, it’s all set. Soo.. if we would go on vacation or something.." Tony tried to reason, but lying a bit. He still didn’t have his wedding vows ready. Usually, Tony didn’t have difficulties with finding the right words. But this was hard. He had to come up with something witty, smart, funny, true.. He didn’t know what. Pepper constantly hissing at him with "vows" was not helping. Once, he offered to sing a song, but Pepper sent him a death glare for not treating his own wedding seriously and they didn’t come back to this topic.

"You want us to elope?" Steve asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Not elope! God, no. After all this work you want to get killed by Natasha in sleep?! I was thinking of taking a break. Somewhere away, just the two of us. Like an early honeymoon, but we will be back before the wedding," he ended, hoping that he worded himself out correctly.

Steve drew his eyebrows together, giving Tony an intense, long look. The silence was stretching and Tony was ready to call everything off and flop to sleep, when Steve rushed forward and pecked Tony’s lips. “I love you so much for suggesting that..” Steve sighed, all cumulated tiredness hearable in his voice.

Tony blinked, laughing with relief. Seemed that he wasn’t the only one who wanted to get away. “So, we are going?” he smirked.

"Yeesss," Steve breathed out. "If Natasha will make me taste another mini sandwich, I may run into a wall."

"Well, at least you are allowed to eat," Tony laughed bitterly. "Pepper told me that I have to lose 10 pounds before the wedding."

Steve gaped, because in his opinion, nothing in Tony needed changing. But it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t take this opportunity to tease his boyfriend. After a moment of faked consideration, he muttered, “she might be right, you know,” the next second ducking and laughing because of the failed hit. “I was joking!” Steve amended, all teeth showing in a wide grin.

"Jerk," Tony grumbled, knowing that Steve meant his slight muffin top. Which Steve considered utterly adorable and wasn’t bothered by it at all, but that was not the point.

Steve blew a kiss and rolled closer draping himself over Tony, softly caressing his stomach. “Trip tomorrow?” he whispered.

Tony grinned, knowing that “trip” was a nicer word for “escape”. “First thing tomorrow.”

The night ended and Steve was sitting in the car in the garage. The bags were already packed, and they had enough clothes for a two week trip. But it wasn’t important anyway, as they could buy all necessary things during their “vacation”. Steve was looking forward to their marriage, but all the preparations were hard and tedious and the routine was killing him. And Tony was right, Pepper and Natasha were doing a great job, surely they won’t even notice..

"Start the car!!"

Steve blinked, getting out of his thought and blinking abruptly. “What?” he asked, observing as Tony jumped into the car, passenger seat and buckled his belt, which was already weird as Tony always argued that he wanted to drive and he didn’t need safe belt, because “I’m Iron Man”.

"Car!! Go go go!!" Tony urged. Not thinking, Steve complied, zooming out of the garage. "Bye guys, Jarvis, take care of everything!!" Tony called, never failing to say goodbye to his creations.

Steve drove them through New York and Tony was twitchy, looking to the back as expecting someone to follow them.

"Tony, what’s going on?!" Steve demanded, Tony’s nervousness affecting him.

"I called Pepper that we are leaving. She didn’t answer, so I left her a message and a minute later, she called me back, that I’m supposed to stay on my ass, because she is on her way, and needs my ass to kick it," Tony answered, finally sitting down. "Pepzilla on the loose!" he growled, making claws out of his hands and baring his teeth.

Steve let a small laugh. He was more than sure that Tony would chicken out and not call her. “I’m glad you told Pepper,” Steve smiled.

"Well, that was the agreement. I tell Pepper, you tell Natasha. You did tell Natasha, right?"

"Of course, I did," Steve replied quickly and smoothly, just like if he was practicing this answer over and over again.

"You’re lying!" Tony accused in a high voice.

Steve made an outraged face. “How can you say I’m lying?!”

"She didn't kill you!"

Steve zipped his mouth, thinking about the scary person, his best woman/man was. It was a strategic decision, because Natasha would definitely kill him. And he wanted to live to his wedding.

"I’m.. I’m sure it won’t be so bad," Steve laughed nervously, while Tony groaned, hiding his face in hands, muttering something about being chased by half of SHIELD.




"This is where we are staying?" Steve asked with a little smile, looking around the small, cozy room.

"Yup," Tony dropped the bags on the small bed. "I guessed that if they look for us, they will start with Europe and then my private homes. And here, the wifi is terrible, and it’s a complete backwater town, so I think that its relatively safe."

Steve chuckled, caressing the bright yellow wall, contrasting with green sheets on the bed. “Don’t say that, it’s the place we decided to get married,” Steve smiled fondly, remembering that night.

"Then it’s perfect for our early honeymoon," Tony grinned, wrapping himself around Steve.

Steve kept smiling, looking at the scenery through the window - forest and fields, serene and quiet. It really was perfect.

The night was calm, only accompanied by the crickets and Tony’s relaxed breathing. Steve was gently caressing his boyfriend’s back, thinking about everything what had happened since he woke up from the ice. About the Chitauri attack, Bucky, finding new friends, new team, new family. Finding Tony. Loving Tony. Wanting to spend the rest of his life with Tony.

A sudden thought struck him. “Tony..”

"Hmmm?" brunet muttered into soldier’s chest, relaxed by the soft touch, sleep nearly taking over him.

"Did you finish writing the invitations?"

By the way Tony suddenly stiffened and laughed nervously, Steve didn’t need an answer. He covered his eyes with one hand in a dramatic gesture, muttering “I’m going to be married to a dead man.”

The way Tony’s mouth stretched into a smile against Steve’s left pec, was unfairly adorable.