"Do you, Buck Chisholm, take Clint to be your husband- to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"

"I do."

"And do you, Clint Barton, take Buck to be your husband- to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"

Clint hadn't realized that he wasn't breathing. "I do."