A/N: Sorry everyone. Busy day – especially for a Sunday and it left me tired. This chapter is going to pretty much be for information on how the wedding will happen; who will be where and all that, to help me avoid going into all of it during the wedding day – so pay attention!

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"This is so awesome…"

The wedding planner – an extravagantly dressed man in his early 40's with a pencil thin moustache and a tuft of hair on his pointy chin – looked over at Ned with a scowl, which made the boy stop talking, although his grin never faded. He and Peter stood beside each other, dressed casually, watching as everyone that was going to be in the wedding party was put into the positions that they would start the ceremony in.

Since Tony had several groomsmen, Ned had advised him and Pepper that he would like to be an usher instead of actually standing up with the wedding party. He was also excited to be the one greeting so many celebrities and famous people – including several that he'd met at Stark's bachelor party – and seating them, which would give him a chance to talk to everyone. It would also free him to use his phone to take pictures – which he couldn't do if he was standing up in front of everyone.

He knew what he was doing, but the wedding planner had insisted that everyone be there for the rehearsal – and that included Clint's daughter Lila, who was excited to be the flower girl.

"We start with the groom and best man, sitting here," the planner told them, waving imperiously to Strange and Tony to join him in the front row of chairs that had been set out to assist with the rehearsal. There was also an arch, which the actual ceremony would take place under, but that was all that was needed for the practice. "Hurry, my good fellows. We don't have all day."

Strange's scowl clearly showed Peter and those who were watching that he didn't care to have fingers snapping at him, but Natasha wasn't even trying to hide her amusement.

"You will make sure to pay the organist ahead of time," the planner continued, speaking to Strange and ignoring – or maybe not noticing – the look on his face. "It's tacky to be seen handing money over like some sort of illicit arrangement is taking place."

"I'll take care of it," the doctor assured him.

"Groomsmen?" he gestured to Clint, Steve and Bruce, who had been standing close to Peter, watching. "You are out waiting for the bride and the bridesmaids – who will be arriving in the back but out of site behind the barrier – which isn't here, right now, but will look amazing and will block the guests from being able to see what is happening until we are ready for them to.

The three men went to the back of the staging area.

"Do we have an established order to walk in?" Bruce asked, curiously, looking at the others.

"You can decide that amongst yourselves. Just don't trip on the way and cause a spectacle." The man smiled, looking around. "Where is my official?"

"I'm here."

The planner hesitated, whatever condescending statement that he had planned to make dying on his lips as Nick Fury stepped forward, his expression clearly stating that he wasn't interested in being told how to act.

"You will join the groom and best man at this time. It is your responsibility to make sure that the organist knows when to play the music – once the maid of honor has given you the signal that the bride and her father have arrived and are ready to begin. Fair?"

"Yes."

Fury walked over to stand under the arch, making Peter grin.

"Ushers will be seating any attendees during this time, handing out programs and making sure that the guests have been properly arranged."

This had stymied the planner, since wedding guests were usually arranged by bride's family and friends and the groom's family and friends. In this case, Pepper and Tony neither one actually had family – aside from Peter – attending. Their guests could sit wherever the ushers put them. Ned puffed up, feeling important, and grinned at a few of the other ushers, who were also smiling. One was Clint's oldest son, and the others were several scientists and military guys from the compound.

"Flower girl?"

Lila had been standing right beside Peter, her finger holding the belt loop of his jeans as she leaned against his hip, bored. Suddenly she squealed and jumped forward.

"That's me!"

The planner smiled, his demeanor changing to accommodate her age – and short attention span.

"You, my dear, will lead the procession. So, it's very important for you to watch for the signal."

"What's the signal?" Lila asked, curiously.

Nick made an OK sign with his right hand and smiled at her.

"Got it?"

The little girl nodded.

"Yeah."

"The organist will begin to play music to remind everyone to get to their seats."

Tony and Strange turned where they were still sitting, and watched the female members of the wedding party as they began to organize themselves. Peter moved away from the aisle made by the chairs and moved back out of the way.

"The maid of honor will let the official know when the bride and her father – her escort," he corrected, smiling at Peter, who grinned and moved over to stand on Pepper's right, behind everyone else. "Are ready. Then we cue the processional music, and everyone will stand."

He made motions to the chairs, all of which were empty except the one Wong was sitting in, pretending they were filled – although Peter wondered if he didn't see them already filled in his mind.

"The official gives the signal…" he looked at Fury, expectantly, and Nick gave Lila the OK signal. "The flower girl will come walking slowly down the aisle, holding a basket of flowers and gracefully throwing a few at a time to the ground."

Lila walked forward, slowly, pretending to reach into a basket and toss flowers – something she excitedly told Peter that she'd been practicing for days.

"The maid of honor follows…"

Peter and the others watched as Natasha followed Lila down the aisle, matching the little girl's pace.

"Now the couples;" the planner said. "Each bridesmaid with a groomsman."

This had actually been planned. Steve stepped forward, offering his arm to MJ – who blushed and took it with a smile. They started down the aisle, followed by Clint, who was met by his wife's amused grin and then Bruce, who walked with Ned's mother – who was going to fill in as an emergency bridesmaid if necessary. Pepper's personal assistant, who was supposed to be a bridesmaid was currently battling a vicious stomach bug and her presence wasn't guaranteed by the day of the wedding.

"Finally, the bride, along with Peter – and the music will change to let everyone know the big event is here…"

The man snapped his fingers at the boy, who rolled his eyes, good-naturedly – and offered his arm to Pepper. She took it, and they followed the others, after leaving a goodly space.

"Peter will walk with the bride and stop, here," planner said, gesturing to the spot in front of Fury. "The groom and best man will have stood up while they are coming forward, and the groom comes over to join them. Peter will put the bride's hand in the groom's – like so," he demonstrated. "And then will go join his wife – well, in Peter's case, he will go where the groom was."

Peter smiled and walked over and sat down, grinning. Shuri and T'Challa were slated to be sitting in the front row – it was fitting, after all, since they were the only royalty coming to the wedding, and had offered up their country for the honeymoon. It would be another way to mess with Tony and T'Challa. He wondered if he'd catch too much guff from the adults if he casually reached out and took Shuri's hand.

Time to worry about that, later, he chided himself, pulling his attention back to the 'ceremony'.

"The bride gives the bouquet to her maid of honor… and then the official will remind people why they are there, and will seat them – unless he prefers they stand…"

"Y'all can be seated," Nick said, waving the imaginary crowd to their seats.

Wong sat down.

"The official outlines the role of marriage, the seriousness of the commitment being made, and then asks if anyone has any reason why the couple should not be married."

"The bride is not allowed to say anything," Tony pointed out, smiling at Pepper and raising her hand to his lips.

She smiled, too.

The wedding planner wasn't amused.

"The ceremony takes place. The best man hands the rings to the official who will hand them one at a time to the bride and the groom, who will make their vows – bride, first, and then the groom – and put the rings on. Then the official will ask if they will marry each other, one at a time – and they will say yes. He will proclaim that they are married and introduce them to the crowd with the title that they will prefer in the future."

"Mr. and Mrs. Pepper Potts?" Fury asked the two.

Pepper chuckled – and she wasn't the only one.

The wedding planner gave a pained smile – clearly not amused, but unwilling to tell Fury that. Not too surprising.

"The bride and groom will lead the way down the aisle." He waited for Pepper and Tony to do their part. "Then the best man and the maid of honor…" Strange offered Natasha his arm, managing to look ultra sophisticated – even wearing jeans and a polo shirt – and they followed. "Now the flower girl."

Lila jumped forward – she had gone to stand beside Peter, once more leaning on him – and trotted over to follow Natasha and Stephen, and was then followed by the bridesmaids and groomsmen, in the opposite order they had gone up in.

"And everyone goes to the reception – where they will be introduced once more to the bride and groom, who arrive last." The planner looked at everyone. "Any questions?"

Lila raised her hand.

"What do I do with my basket?" she asked, curiously.

"You keep it," the planner told her, acting as if it was the most normal question in the world and he'd heard it a thousand times. And maybe he had, Peter decided, smiling when Lila did. "It's yours."

"Yay!"

"The wedding begins at noon," the planner said. "Ushers should be here and in place by 11:00. Everyone else in their places half an hour before – just to make sure there are no last minute problems."

"Anything else?" Tony asked the others, still holding Pepper's hand in his own.

Everyone shook their heads and Strange spoke up, still holding Natasha.

"Then let's go eat."

The rehearsal dinner was more like a rehearsal lunch, really, but it promised to be a fun time, with everyone there.