I stare out the window at the scene below. The cluster of chairs, the gaggle of people roaming around, the pathway lined with bunches of white calla lilies and blue cornflowers, a trio of musicians playing a soft tune that was wafting in through the barely open window, a handful of old acquaintances, some of my new surrogate family, and Steve…honestly I could probably spot him in a crowd anywhere. Individually, all of these things wouldn't normally send my stomach into flip-flops. Today though, today in that little scene, in just under an hour, I would be marrying Steve.

Both of us had agreed, once the planning started, that the whole day was going to be as low-key as possible. With news outlets and the few fanatics that seemed to always know what the Avengers were doing, we decided to escape to the Smokey Mountains, to the home I primarily grew up in, to hold the ceremony. Both the ceremony and reception were being held in the backyard of the large Federal style home. The large backyard was able to accommodate an area to hold the ceremony and a tent (complete with dancefloor) without feeling too cramped.

A knock on the door breaks me out of my reverie. I quietly yell for the person to come in without turning to see who it was; I had a guess at who it was though. "You stare out that window for too long and Rogers just may catch a glimpse of you," Natasha's voice fills the room before I hear the door shut with a soft click.

"Well, he already did see me this morning," I say as I turn around. Natasha was wearing a deep blue off the shoulder dress with some dimensional pleating along one side. I didn't officially have a maid of honor or bridesmaid, but Natasha had taken up some of the duties that a maid of honor would normally do. "Happens when you share a bed."

Natasha just shakes her head in amusement as we both move towards the middle of the room. I turn to face the window again, this time letting Natasha close the zipper of my dress and hook the pearl buttons that covered the zipper. "Has he seen the dress though?" I shake my head as I let my hands come to rest on my hips. My dress…I don't think I could've found a more perfect dress. The dress, which was ivory over light gold, had lace appliqués that trailed down the A-line skirt, illusion lace made up the three-quarter sleeves and V-neckline which had a small cluster of crystals at the point. "Well, then I think you two are safe."

I let out a quiet laugh as I feel her deft fingers working their way up the dress. "Thank you, again, for helping me with this."

"And thank you for not asking me to make a speech later on." I could practically hear the smirk on her face. "Listen, while I have you on your own, I have something I want to say." My eyes widen a fraction, what could she want to say to me. "When you and Roger's came back and told us all that you were getting married…I thought you were crazy. Though, honestly, I've always thought you two were crazy. Relationships in this line of work rarely work out. But you two…" When I feel her fingers stop, I turn around to face her. Gone was any trace that the red-head in front of me was a world-class super spy. Instead, she looked like a woman whose two best friends were getting married. "You two will be just fine."

Dang it, I could already feel the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "Alright, no more talk like that or else this makeup won't make it to the altar." Natasha just rolls her eyes at me. I wave a dismissive hand at her as I start to walk over to the vanity along the far wall. "Ready for the veil?"

I sit down on the small bench as Natasha grabs the veil that was laid out on the bed. "You never did tell us where you got this from," she says as she walks over to stand behind me once again, the filmy gauze of the veil draped over her arm.

"It was actually my mom's." Natasha actually pauses to stare at me in the mirror. I tell her how when they had died, everything had been auctioned off. Daniel, without telling me about it, had tracked down and bought back a few items for me; the veil included. "He gave it to me in a box of their stuff when I graduated from MIT."

Natasha doesn't say anything, just gives me a small smile as she starts fixing the veil again. I watch her in the mirror as she pins the brooch of the veil, adorned with tiny sapphires and rubies (my birth mother was a very colorful person) to the artfully twisted bun at the nape of my neck. Once it's secure, she drapes the top layer of the veil over my head. When I stand, the front of the veil hangs down, the small lace edging level with my hips. The back of the veil trails behind me and stops at the end of the train of the dress.

Natasha slips out of the room for the briefest of seconds before coming back in and telling me that they were ready for me downstairs. I follow Natasha down the stairs and then stop in the family room at the back of the house. Before she goes outside, she throws me a wink and one last smile. Through the light blue gossamer covering the back doors and windows, I see everyone moving to sit in the white plastic seats. In front of all of them, I see Steve's form move to stand by the preacher. The preacher from the nearest town, where Daniel and I would rarely attend a service, had graciously agreed to do the ceremony. When I hear the music die down, I see the outlines of Clint and Bruce move to stand in front of the doors I would walk out of. I was walking myself down the aisle, but I didn't mind. Seconds later, the trio of musicians start again, this time playing a slow version of Canon in D. I count to five and right on cue, Bruce and Clint open the doors.

The crisp spring air of the Tennessee mountains swirls around me as I step outside onto the porch. Once my eyes had adjusted to the light the setting sun was casting over the backyard, my eyes immediately connect with Steve. I could never properly describe the look on his face as I walk down the aisle towards him. He was happy, so happy, a look of shock, mixed with some anticipation; all these emotions were running all over his face, yet his stare was cool, unwavering. I felt as if I were floating down the aisle. It may sound corny, but it really was as if everyone else melted away; it was just me and Steve there.

This was our wedding day.

xXxXx

"Okay, you were right, having an open mic for people to give speeches was a bad idea," I say to Steve as everyone in the tent roars in laughter. Tony had just delivered what he called his best man speech, even though Steve didn't have a best man, complete with a very embarrassing story about walking in on me and Steve. I prop my elbows on the table in front of me as I press my fingers tips to my cheeks. I was blushing so much my cheeks actually felt hot. Steve gives me a sympathetic chuckle as he lightly squeezes my knee and presses a kiss to my temple.

When the laughter dies down, Tony continues on. "Yes, thankfully they've both learned to lock doors now. Anyway, this has just really been a beautiful day and in our line of work it's nice, and rare, when we get to celebrate a day like this and I couldn't think of two people who deserve it more. Plus, now Rhiannon can never quit her job as our cyber security girl." I roll my eyes playfully as everyone laughs lightly. "Let's raise our glasses and toast the bride and groom. To Cap and Rhiannon!" The attendees repeat the toast as they lift their glasses in the air. Someone starts tapping on their glass, prompting everyone else to start in as well. Without hesitation, Steve and I both turn our faces towards each other and kiss. After a few seconds, Tony interrupts us. "Alright you two, save it for the honeymoon. I think it's time now though that we got a little party started with some dancing. Cap, you and your new old lady want to start us off with the first dance?"

Steve gives Tony a little salute as we both stand. Both of us make our way to the center of the dancefloor after I stop to let Natasha pin up the bustle on my dress. I give Steve a little smirk as we come to a stop in the middle of the dance floor. The lights in the tent go down as strands upon strands of white and twinkle lights come on, giving the dancefloor a soft glow. In a moment of weakness I had agreed to let Steve pick our first dance song. We hadn't even talked about it yet when he came to ask me about it. The song you pick is supposed to kind of set the tone for what you want your marriage to be like, or a song that has a lot of meaning or a message for each other, I had told him. When I agreed to let him pick it out, he decided that he wanted to keep it secret from me. According to Natasha, he had been searching for "the perfect song" for weeks. Steve and I both move close to each other, Steve resting a hand on my waist and I resting one on his shoulder. Our other hands join together and Steve pulls them both close to his chest, right over his heart. Half a beat later a slow guitar melody starts and we start swaying in time with the music. With just the first few lines, I know Steve has picked the perfect song for us:

I wasn't lookin' for you

But you found me just like you were made to

And it's crazy know to think about how we almost live without each other…

Love spendin' all my time

Lying right here by your side

A place that I can always stay

Oh baby say you'll always stay

Cause you, you make me feel safe