T'Challa, Shuri, Stark and Okoye went to the lounge to wait for Peter who told them that he needed a shower before joining them for breakfast.

"What do you plan on doing today?" Shuri asked Stark, curious what a man in America did the day before his wedding. "Is there a pre-wedding ritual, or anything?"

Tony shrugged.

"Stephen Strange – who is best man, I think I remember Peter telling you – is going to come over and keep me from getting cold feet by distracting me. Now that your brother is here, I'll have even more to keep my mind off being nervous until Pepper comes home. Then I won't be nervous at all."

"I thought there is a custom to not see the bride before the wedding?" T'Challa asked.

"It's not set in stone." Tony thought it was a stupid custom, anyway, and absolutely refused to be away from Pepper that evening just because someone back in the old days had come up with a good way to keep nerves from starting an argument the day before the wedding. "Besides, we're going to be leaving Peter for a couple of weeks and we don't want one of us to have to stay somewhere else before the wedding and not spend time with him this evening."

Shuri's smile was tender.

"You love him very much."

Stark nodded, also smiling, and without any sign of self-consciousness. He was never going to try and hide how he felt about his boy.

"But don't tell him. He might try to finagle an invitation to the honeymoon, or something."

"He could come, you know," T'Challa said. "Wakanda is a large country. You and Pepper could honeymoon elsewhere, and we could keep him amused at the capitol."

"I appreciate that – and I know Pepper would, also. Peter wouldn't agree, though. He says he wants us to have time alone."

Stark rolled his eyes at the suggestion that they could get tired of the boy, which made Shuri grin. She had to admit that she had always been a huge Ironman fan, but the more time she spent with his alter-ego Tony Stark, she was steadily becoming a Tony Stark fan, as well. And not because of all the technology he had access to. Peter was lucky to have him as a father.

"The offer remains," T'Challa told him, also smiling. "Right up until the jet leaves. In case he surprises you."

"Thanks."

When Peter joined them, hair still damp from his shower, he was smiling, cheerfully.

"What has you so amused?" Tony asked, curiously.

"Natasha sent me a picture from the spa."

"And…?"

"Nothing. She just showed me the guy doing Pepper's hair. He's flirting with her, trying to convince her that Ironman isn't more than a scrawny guy in a metal suit, and that she needs a man with muscles – who can keep her safe."

"I have muscles."

"That's what Pepper told him, I guess."

"And…?"

"They're still flirting, so he must not have convinced her to run away with him, yet."

Shuri noticed that Tony didn't look at all upset at the idea of another man talking bad about him – even in fun – to the woman who would be his wife the next day. Of course, she knew from conversations with Peter that the two loved each other very much, so she could understand.

"It is a good distraction to keep Pepper from being nervous, too," T'Challa said, also approving.

Of course, he'd already flirted with Pepper, when they had arrived, so he could understand.

Now that Peter was there, breakfast was brought over to their table and they started eating, but Tony was thinking about the day ahead. And not his day.

"I want to talk about security, today," Tony said to Peter – and Shuri.

Both teens nodded, and Tony looked at Okoye and T'Challa, as well, to make sure they understood if they had a different thought than his, they should speak up.

"Okay," Peter replied, taking the initiative, since he knew that while they were out alone, he was responsible for keeping Shuri safe.

"You can take Shuri for a ride in the Pontiac," Stark said. "But then you bring it back and take a different car if you guys go golfing."

"Why?" Shuri asked, curiously.

"Because the Pontiac is pretty well known. If someone sees it, they're going to know Peter's somewhere around. With all the publicity about the wedding, you guys might find yourselves facing down reporters looking for a prewedding scoop, or worse. If you take a car – not one of mine with the STARK license plates – then you're just a couple more teenagers out fooling around."

T'Challa nodded his agreement with that.

"Smart," Okoye said, approving.

"Did you bring any jeans?" Tony asked the girl.

"Yes."

"Good. Dress down, okay? You're beautiful in your homeland's clothing, but the less you look like a princess, the better for my comfort. And probably everyone else's, too," he added, looking at T'Challa and Okoye.

"Peter has a communications capability on his watch?" T'Challa asked.

"Yes."

"Shuri does, as well." Now it was the King of Wakanda who leveled his serious gaze at the teens. "If you feel you are in any danger, you will call for assistance."

Shuri nodded, not even rolling her eyes, since she knew that T'Challa was giving her and Peter a lot of trust, and she appreciated it, and wasn't going to do anything to make him regret it.

"We will, brother."

"Yeah," Peter nodded, as well.

"Is Peter armed?" Okoye asked.

Tony shook his head.

"His skills lie elsewhere." And he wasn't a fan of firearms, really, even though Natasha wanted him to learn to shoot – just in case. It was pretty much the only thing those two ever butted heads on. "He does have defensive driving training, though, courtesy of Happy and Natasha – and you've both seen his hand to hand capabilities."

"Yes."

"Anything else you want to add?" Stark asked T'Challa and Okoye.

"You do not go into the city," T'Challa said.

"We won't," Peter assured him. "The mini golf place is about thirty miles from here, and there's a truck stop close by that we can have lunch at. No one will mess with us there."

Peter was a favorite of the employees at the truck stop, since he and Steve would have late night snack attacks there, sometimes, and he and Bruce had killed many hours talking about various projects that Banner worked on, since Bruce told him that getting out of the lab and the compound helped him think better, sometimes. Tony hated the place, and rarely went there, proving that he wasn't above holding a grudge, sometimes, where Peter tried not to.

"When are you leaving?" Tony asked, looking at his watch.

"After we eat?" Peter asked, looking at Shuri. "I'll take you for a ride in the Pontiac, first, and we'll come back and change cars to go golfing."

"Back here by three," Tony said. "Check in with me or T'Challa every half hour."

Shuri frowned, and started to object to that, but Peter cut her off.

"We will."

Everyone waited, looking at Shuri, and the girl shrugged and nodded.

"Every half hour."

T'Challa forced himself to hide his smile, but he was amused, because Shuri had finally found someone to make her listen.

"Good," Tony said. "It's supposed to be an easy day, today. Don't make me come looking for you."

"We'll be careful," Peter promised him.

"I will keep an eye on him."

"I appreciate that."

Someone had to, after all.