Imagine Bruce Banner Getting Married
Alabaster soft colored, green-stemmed lilies lined on either side of the bright verdant grass walkway, each flower casket next to rows of pews where different people sat for the ongoing ceremony taking place before them. The breathe of the wind whirled past the individuals, as if trying to dry the tears that escaped the many eyes that gazed on at the couple with genuine endearment. Even the sun, more often that not, peeked in and out through the leaves that gave shade to the ceremony; the tree was that large to be able to conceal such a beautiful event.
Men in tuxedoes stood at the front with the couple and the pastor, boutonnières tucked slightly in their lapels. Steve Rogers was one of them, as well as Clint Barton and Tony Stark, whom were his best man. He was ecstatic that Banner found someone who would love him, despite his other self. Even though Stark won't admit it out loud, he admires [Y/N] and for what she has done for his best buddy. She would hold a special place in his heart… if he had a heart anyway.
"Do you Bruce Banner. Take Ms. [Y/L] as your loving, wedded wife?" The Pastor inquired in a booming voice so that all were present could hear. Bruce looked down at [Name] with soft tender eyes, his gaze boring into her as a smile came upon his lips, lovingly taking her hands in his.
" I do." His voice was gentle and low, the people barley heard his answer but [Name] expression told everything. Bruce hand twitched as he resisted the urge to lift her veil and caress her face, his insides making flips and turns over and over as his heart pounded furiously against his chest. She was so beautiful, beauty radiated off her. He just couldn't tear his gaze away.
"And do you Ms. [Y/L]. Take Bruce as you loving, wedded husband?" The pastor recited his words once more and looked down at her, waiting for her response.
She smiled up at Bruce, white lines of teeth showing through her veil. Her heart pounded against her chest as well, leaning closer to him. She could feel his warmth as it radiated off of him. "I do." She repeated his words. Bruce exhaled the breath he was holding in for the longest time, he didn't realize until it cascaded over her face. It smelled of a mixture coffee and peppermint.
Satisfied with [Y/N] answer, the pastor gestured his hand towards Tony Stark before he asked for the rings. Tony nodded and with two long strides, reached in front of the lovebirds and held the red-velvet pillow for the two. They both took one and with trembling hands, they exchanged rings and held each other's hands affectionately.
When all was set and done, the pastor gave a warm smile. "I now pronounce you both, Man and Wife." The corner of his eyes wrinkled as he continued to smile, "You may kiss the bride."
Bruce grinned and gently lifted up [Names] veil, her eyes watering due to the miracle of this moment. Without hesitation, he grabbed her face and brought his lips down on hers. The sound of clapping and cheering resonated their ears as they were bought to their own world.