If someone told Steve Rodgers in 1938 that one day he would fall in love and marry a beautiful French-American girl covered in tattoos, and with a piercing on her bottom lip she had told him were called 'spider bites', he wouldn't have believed them.
Hell, if someone told him that while the aliens were flying out of the sky, Steve still wouldn't have believed it.
But there he was, standing under the altar as Rayne walked down the aisle towards him and the priest, her left arm covered in colorful inked flowers linked with her father's.
She was wearing a white cotton halter sundress, detailed with white flowers and through her matching white floral lace trimmed veil, Steve could see that she'd dyed her natural white blonde hair red white and blue.
Rayne's mother was already starting to cry in her seat in the front row, so she passed the two month old blonde haired baby boy to Natasha sitting next to her.
The assassin refused to be a bridesmaid with Darcy, Jane and Pepper, yet she's be Auntie Nat any day of the week.
Yeah, You could say Steve and Rayne's relationship was a bit unconventional.
They met during Steve's time off after the Chitauri attack, in Paris of all places, while Rayne was visiting her parents at their new flat, when she happened to bump into him on the street.
Well, it was more like crashed into him when she wasn't paying attention, but still, they met when she fell to the ground, spilling her iced coffee all over the both of them.
She never expected to fall for Captain America, but over the two months they spent together in the city of lights, Rayne couldn't stop herself. He was just so sweet, and honest, and had just as many scars on the inside as she did.
Steve was the missing piece of her fucked up puzzle. Marrying him in Central Park was beyond any childhood dream she had given up on.
And as she stood across from him holding her lace wrapped bouquet of red and blue roses with two white star-gazer lilies that looked almost like stars, Rayne knew that all the mistakes she had made in her life, led to finally making the right one and saying yes when he asked her to marry him.
Of course, that was over a year ago, before James was born.
She'd been tough, putting off the wedding until after their baby was born, but Steve knew that Rayne did everything untraditionally. That's what he loved about her, that she was his other half. The unconventional to his old-fashioned, like a splash of color in a black and white photo.
It might have gone against everything he knew, but as long as he had her as his girl, Steve really didn't give a fuck whether they were married or not before the baby came.
The woman of his dreams was having his baby, and now she was finally letting him put a ring on her stubborn finger.
That was all that mattered. His family.
When he pulled her veil over her old-fashioned pin-up victory curls of red white and blue, she smiled up at him through cherry red lips and whispered, "Hi."
She turned to Darcy behind her and gave her the bunch of flowers, before the priest joined their hands, Rayne's shaking slightly in Steve's as the ceremony started.
He could tell she was nervous, there were tons of people there and she was never one for attention like that. He could see her big hazel doe eyes staring up at his for support, so as he traced a circle on the back of her hand with his thumb, he mouthed the words 'I love you' and watched her eyes light up.
They decided against writing their own vows, because Rayne knew she would be sobbing uncontrollably trying to read something in front of all the people Tony invited, but she still teared up as they both said their I Dos.
"Rayne Chantel Morrison and Steven Grant Rogers," the priest finished with a smile, "By the power vested in me by the state of New York, and the United States of America, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"