She sighed as the stress of the upcoming even got to her. Everything needed to be done now. No waiting. No planning.
That's what she told him when he got home that night. He said that there was always Vegas. She argued against that as well. Vegas was trashy place to be married.
By the next hour they were on his personal jet flying into Japan. A rural part of the country. They could have their marriage here, than worry about making it official in the U.S. when they got back.
All that mattered is that they get married before him unavoidable death.
She wore a kimono. He wore- whatever- not like it mattered to him. He was only focused on the woman who kneeled beside him. From behind him, local shrine patrons stood in witness.
The entire thing was beautiful. Sakura petals were falling in a warm summer breeze. "Mrs. Stark." He whispered as they pulled away from the kiss.
"I love the sound of that." She whispered back.