You wake alone in an unfamiliar room. You long for the warm embrace of your fiancé, but you are not allowed to see him this morning. You long for his touch, his kiss…the feel of his muscled arms wrapped around your waist. There was nothing in all the world that compared to waking up next to Tony Stark and his beautiful brown eyes. After today, you can rest easy that you will wake up beside him for the rest of your life.
Today is the day that Miss [your full name] would become Mrs. Tony Stark, and as you awaken you feel butterflies in your tummy. You had been living with Iron Man for a while now, but you still felt completely unprepared for this. You had slept over at [your best friends name]'s house, and it was her husband, Bucky, who knocked on the guest bedroom door that morning.
"Are you decent?" You look down, eyeing your baby pink lingerie with a frown. You decide to pull the covers up over you and sit up straight.
"Sure." Bucky poked his head in to be certain before opening the door up all the way. You smile fondly at him although the two of you have your problems. Bucky had done some things as the Winter Soldier that you were not happy with, but he was your best friend's soul mate and you acknowledged that anything he had done with HYDRA wasn't necessarily his fault.
"Good morning, James." He shoots you a toothy grin and pulls his long brunette hair up into a small bun.
"Morning. Hope you slept well without Mr. Perfect, I know this is nowhere near what you must be used to." You roll your [your eye color] eyes at him and fold your arms across your chest in a pout. Your choice in a mate was one of the many things the two of you bickered over, especially when Steve was around.
"Are we really going there today, Buck?" He laughed, his blue eyes remaining happy and playful and you can't help but return his grin. He opens the bedroom door wider and gestures for you like a gentleman, though you giggle and shake your head.
"I can't get up like this!" Bucky gasped in mock horror and placed a hand over his mouth.
"And here you told me you were decent! Wait until I tell Stark you let a soldier in your bedroom while you were without panties!" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you and you chucked a pillow at him, which he blocked successfully.
"Metal fingers, baby, nothing gets by me." You pretend to stick your finger down your throat and gag yourself while he chuckles and turns his head to listen to his wife, who is calling for him from the kitchen.
"The Mrs. is waiting, maybe SHE will appreciate the metal fingers." He joked, motioning toward a chair in the corner of the room.
"Your dress should be over there, come into [your best friends name]'s room once you have it on, she's going to do your hair." You nod and he closes your door back to give you some privacy. You walk over to the chair which holds both your dress and the lingerie you will be wearing underneath it especially for the honeymoon. The lingerie is a very light pink, like what you were wearing, however, this piece was a strapless lace corset and thong that would be easily concealed an unnoticeable in the beautiful gown that you had picked out months earlier with [your best friends name] and Natasha. You blush, hoping with all your might that Tony would think it looked good on you. You were incredibly nervous about tonight, Tony's taking of your virginity was an enormous deal. You carefully undress and strap the clothing to your body before gazing at your dress.
It was gorgeous, the strapless bust had a sweetheart neckline and was covered in crystals while the remainder of the bodice was corseted and white, tapering off at the hips to a full skirt of roses and ruching. As you step into it and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you begin to cry a little. You can't believe this is really happening.
"Bucky? Can you come here for a moment?" You call out, holding the dress up to your breasts tightly. You cannot zip it up by yourself. The soldier waltzes in and laughs at you gently, walking behind you and taking the zipper in his hand.
"Needed some help I see." He teases, fixing your dress and furrowing his eyebrows at you in concern as he realizes that you are quietly sniffling. He tilts your chin and looks seriously at you.
"Hey, what's wrong? It's not cold feet or anything is it, because Tony is really excited to finally be marrying you…you're his number one girl." You look down at your engagement ring and smile, even more tears coming to your eyes before you can stop them.
"I know, it's not that. I just never expected this to be something that would happen to me…he's Anthony Stark, he's someone important and his life means so much to so many people and I…I'm just me." Bucky folded his arms across his chest and his eyes scolded you ever so slightly.
"[your full name], if [your best friend's name] could hear this right now she would hit you as hard as she could and you know it. Do you have any idea how highly Tony thinks of you? He and I have never been friends, and I'm not going to pretend that I know him when I don't. But I will tell you that I was with Steve one night right after the two of you got together and Tony came over for a little while. He didn't shut up about you the entire time, about how loving and selfless you were and how you had helped him the most when he thought he didn't have a soul in the world to confide in…he adores you. So don't think for one second that you're beneath him." You knew that Tony loved you, but knowing he had talked about you so much to Steve melted your heart into a puddle. Bucky took the smile plastered all over your face as a good sign and lead you into the bedroom he shared with his wife, who had set up everything she needed to do your hair and makeup.
Meanwhile, Tony was about as nervous as you were. He was at the lighthouse where the two of you were to be wed and his stomach was in knots, though he didn't want to admit it. Bruce, who was the Best Man, had been keeping an eye on Tony all day to make sure he didn't drink himself into a coma before the ceremony even started.
"Is the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist not so sure he is ready to settle down?" Banner teased, earning a shaky laugh from his friend.
"Nah, man, I'm more than ready. I just…sometimes I worry I'm not good for her, you know? This life…being with an Avenger…it isn't safe. I can't promise that she or any future mini me's are always going to be out of harms way. It drives me crazy." Bruce sighed heavily and wrapped an arm around Tony's shoulders.
"You don't need to worry about that today of all days. You love her, and she loves you. That's all that matters today. If Clint and his wife can make it, you and [your name] can too. I mean I realize that she's going to be in the public eye with you and the world is going to know that she is Iron Man's wife, but think about what that means, Tony. She's Iron Man's wife…YOUR wife. That instantly offers her more protection than any other husband in this country could provide her with." Tony couldn't help but smirk. He knew that Dr. Banner was right, and it calmed his frazzled nerves a little bit. It had always been Tony's priority to protect her, he was just over thinking the situation.
"Thanks." Banner didn't have much time to reply as one of the other groomsmen, James Rhodes, shouted that you, Bucky, and [your best friends name] had arrived. Tony stood quickly and took his place under the wedding arch in the grand hallway of the lighthouse next to the officiator. Bruce took his place beside Tony and the rest of the groomsmen; Bucky, Steve, James, Pietro, Thor, and Clint lined up in an orderly fashion to Bruce's other side. On your side of the arch stood Natasha, Wanda, Jane, Laura, [a female friend], and [another female friend]. Your Maid of Honor, [your best friends name], was behind you dutifully carrying the back of your dress so you would not trip in your red and gold high heels.
When your eyes met Tony's for the first time all day it knocked the absolute breath out of you. His black hair was tousled to perfection, his smoldering eyes shining with what could only be described as pure, unadulterated affection, and the tight tuxedo that stretched across his muscular torso was enticing. In your mind you were vaguely aware that you were walking down the aisle to a beautiful song that Tony had no doubt handpicked for you, but you were losing oxygen quicker and quicker the more you held your fiancé's gaze. It was intoxicating. Tony mouthed an 'I love you' and you mouthed it back, the tears from earlier returning with a happy vengeance. When you reached your place he tenderly reached out to ebb them away with the back of his hand.
"I want to kiss those tears." He whispered hotly, earning a lopsided smile from the officiator.
"Not yet, Mr. Stark. You'll get to kiss her, just you wait." Tony pouted and winked playfully at you.
"I don't wanna wait." You giggle and the officiator pulls out his journal to speak from, since this was a nonreligious ceremony and there were no versus to be read. Tony didn't wait for the okay, he took both of your hands in his tightly, his gaze bleeding with a vulnerability that he never showed to anyone but you. Your eyes were lingering on his facial hair and lips and he could tell, winking at you again with a face full of unspoken promises for later that night.
"Normally a priest would site a passage from Corinthians to marry a happy couple on their wedding day. However, I am not a priest, and Mr. Stark has instead requested that I read something that is both near and dear to his fiancée, and something that is more suited to his personality than perhaps a Bible verse. It is a quote from Miss [your last name]'s favorite book, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. 'I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only Earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.'" Your lips quiver and Tony's eyes beg you not to cry, though both of you are grinning at each other like a couple of love-sick idiots.
"I would now ask that you hold hands, but Mr. Eager over here as already taken that liberty." The officiator laughed with a smile, causing the entire room full of friends and family to burst into a fit of giggles as Steve shouted 'Classic Tony Stark'. Banner and [your best friends name] hand you each your respective ring and the officiator commands that you repeat after him.
"I, [your name], take you, Anthony Stark, to be my beloved husband. To honor and treasure, to be at your side in times of sorrow and in times of joy, to love and comfort you always, pledging my faithfulness to our union, for all the days of my life." You gently slip the ring you bought for Tony on the ring finger of his left hand and take a deep breath, love radiating off of you as you feel him gently squeeze your fingers.
"I, Anthony Stark, take you, [your name], to be my beloved wife. To honor and treasure, to be at your side in times of sorrow and in times of joy, to love and comfort you always, pledging my faithfulness to our union, for all the days of my life." Tony slowly and delicately places the ring on your finger, clearly itching for the okay to dip you back and give you all he had.
"By the power vested in me and the state of New York I hereby pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Tony Stark! You may kiss the bride."
"Finally!" Tony grunted, pulling you against him tightly by your waist and planting a huge, sloppy kiss on you. You stifle a moan as you feel your new husbands tongue invade the warm of your mouth and his rough fingers tangle into your curls. You had no idea how Tony was going to make it through the reception without ripping your clothes off, but you were excited to test his self-control. Everyone clapped as you breathlessly pulled away from the kiss and Tony nuzzled into your neck.
"You look stunning, Mrs. Stark." You blush deeply and cup the sides of his face, your [your eye color] eyes gazing longingly into his own.
"I love you so much." His smile was sweet, genuine.
"I love you too, Kitten."