It helped that Steve seemed to like working with all the little details that Pepper used to take care of. Over the next week, Steve did all of the booking, ordering, planning, arranging, and phone calling necessary. Steve consulted Tony about most of his decisions, but there were a lot of things Tony really didn't have an opinion on because he hadn't exactly thought about such things. What did he care about flowers and color schemes or even what time of day they wanted the wedding? All that mattered was that he was marrying Steve, they were going to eat some kick-ass chocolate cake, and then they were going to escape to a tropical island for two weeks.

So, Tony's contribution to the wedding planning was pretty much just paying for all of it. But that was fine. He was spending time in the workshop fixing Steve's gear again and making sure to have pizza delivered to the Tower for lunch because if Steve was going to be on the phone with salespeople all day, he didn't need to go through the trouble of cooking.

And Clint was spamming his e-mail with pictures of Tony making goofy faces followed by a picture of Steve looking determined and the caption, "I'm going to marry him anyway."

Tony suspected it was Clint's misguided way of showing his excitement for the upcoming wedding. Either that, or he had listened to that "Rude" song one too many times.

The wedding was planned for two months after their engagement. It was probably one of the shortest engagements in history, but as far as Tony was concerned, the sooner the wedding happened, the better. The longer they waited, the greater the chances that some cataclysmic event was going to happen to keep them separated. And Tony was going to murder whoever got in the way of their wedding.

On the morning of their wedding, Tony was a nervous wreck. So far, everything had been going smoothly. A little too smoothly. And this sort of thing just didn't happen for him. He wasn't meant to have a happy, stable relationship with someone who would love him unconditionally for the rest of his life. So, something was bound to go wrong. That was just the way Tony's life worked.

But Steve soothed him with pancakes and bacon and a large mug of coffee made just the way Tony liked it. "It's going to be perfect," Steve said. "And all you have to do is show up." He kissed Tony's forehead. "Deep breaths. I'll see you at the wedding."

They were all taking separate cars to the wedding to throw off the press and any potential villain attacks. So, Steve went on ahead and the rest of them planned on arriving between eleven and noon.

Tony was going to arrive last because technically he was the bride in this situation. No, he was not wearing a wedding dress because no power in the universe could force him to wear one, but hell, he was Tony Stark. He was all about making a dramatic entrance.

And Bruce had volunteered to walk with him down the aisle because he was his science bro. He wasn't actually family, but it was good enough for Tony. Thank goodness for that because Bruce was such a calming influence and Tony really needed that right now.

Bruce put a hand on his shoulder as the wedding march started. "Relax," he said. "It's only people we know."

Right. It was a small wedding with only people Tony could trust. Rhodey was his best man, Sam was Steve's and the only guests invited were the rest of the team and a few trusted SHIELD agents. Jane was unobtrusively taking care of photography and of course, Happy and Pepper were there in the front row with the briefcase suit on the chair between them. Just in case.

He marched up the aisle trying to project confidence. It wasn't fooling Steve if the way he kept mouthing, "you'll be fine," was any indication. Steve knew him so well.

It was a lot easier standing beside Steve, basking in his loving gaze. Tony dutifully listened to all the pastor's words and repeated their vows just like he had been told. And then Steve took the ring from Darcy, their ringbearer, and slid it on his finger.

Finally.

Tony Stark, the world's most notorious playboy, was now off the market. And damn was that a relief.

Everyone headed back to the Tower for the reception because if Tony knew his team like he thought he did, everyone would be outrageously drunk and he really didn't want them hauled in for public intoxication, destruction of private property and (Clint) public indecency.

Sure enough, eight beers in and Clint was climbing onto the kitchen counter to make a drunkenly impassioned speech about how happy he was that the two of them were married. Natasha had taken six shots of vodka and she just rolled her eyes and muttered about what a lightweight Clint was. Darcy and Jane just giggled into their fruity cocktails.

Tony normally would have been right there with them, but he had Steve now. Why would he get blackout drunk when he wanted to remember the whole day with perfect clarity?

The whole celebration wound down late in the evening. Tony was itching to take off with Steve to their honeymoon in Tahiti. He had already put on his suit in preparation for flying the two of them out, but of course they had to say goodbye to the team first. They were only going to be gone for two weeks, but it was understandable that everyone would miss them.

"Have fun on the beach," Clint told Tony. The arm slung around Tony's shoulder seemed to be more for support than a friendly hug. "And get you some."

Tony couldn't exactly feel it through the armor, but he was pretty sure Clint had just slapped him on the ass. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said. "Only Steve gets to touch me like that."

Steve looked at Tony's backside with a frown. "Clint," he said carefully. "I don't think you spelled 'married' correctly."

"Damn it."

"Hey," Tony said. "Did Clint just stick a "Just Married" sign on my ass?"

"Yep. Except it might say 'Just Muried'. Clint's handwriting is pretty bad today."

Tony frowned at Clint who just giggled like a loon. "Goddamn you're drunk," he said with a shake of his head. It was a sad day when he was the sober, responsible one.

Darcy popped up suddenly, giggling and fiddling with her phone.

It was a pretty good bet that the whole thing was going to plastered all over Facebook, Tumblr, and Instagram in a matter of minutes. But whatever. He didn't care. He was going to be relaxing on the beach with Steve for the next two weeks.

"And remember," Tony told the team. "Call Rhodey first. Don't call us unless it's really an emergency and the world's fucked without us. I don't want to come all the way back here because you assholes broke the toaster or something like that."

"What he means is that he'll miss you all," Steve said.

"Sure," Tony said. He untangled himself from Clint's grip and wrapped an arm around Steve's waist. "Come on, baby. Let's jet."

Steve grinned and allowed himself to be manhandled into the perfect flight position. It wasn't the first time Tony had flown with him, but the first time he had taken him on such a long flight. So, they had to go a little more slowly than Tony would have liked. But he was sure Steve appreciated the more scenic route.

When they arrived in Tahiti, it was still afternoon, thanks to the power of time zones. Tony landed right outside the hotel and folded up the suit so he could walk hand in hand with Steve to check in to their room.

Steve seemed impressed with the hotel room and especially by the view. "Wow," he said, glancing out the window. "Imagine waking up to this in the morning."

"For the next two weeks, you won't have to imagine," Tony said cheerfully. He wiggled out of his tuxedo jacket and tie. "This is reality now."

Steve chuckled. "I don't think I'll really believe it until I actually feel the sand under my feet and go for a swim in that nice clear water."

"Right." Tony unbuttoned his shirt and chucked it to the side. "First on the agenda will be playing in the water."

For someone who was known for crashing a plane in the water, Steve was still exceptionally fond of swimming. Jarvis reported that he took a few laps in the pool down in the gym every other day. Although a "few laps" for Steve was something like twenty laps.

He sat down on the edge of the bed to pull off his socks and shoes. "You are really going to love this place, Steve," he said over his shoulder. "Warm water, white sand, and not a villain in sight."

The bed dipped behind him and then Steve's arms circled his waist. "You're not going anywhere looking like that."

Tony blinked and looked down at his dress pants. "Well, yeah," he said. "Gotta get into my vacation duds. I had them stock the closet because I know you don't own a single pair of shorts and I just couldn't be assed to pack."

"I'm not talking about the clothes," Steve murmured. He squeezed Tony's shoulder and Tony let out a surprised groan.

Damn, that felt good.

"You're so tense," Steve said, his hands continuing to knead Tony's shoulders. "I know you've been worrying yourself sick about the wedding, but we're on vacation now and I want you to relax."

"I am relaxed," Tony said, letting his head droop as Steve moved his hands lower. "You are really good at this."

He hadn't realized how stiff he was until Steve started working on him. But of course, Steve had probably noticed several hours ago. Good old Steve. He knew Tony better than Tony knew himself.

Tony hissed as Steve's thumb dug into a particularly sore spot. "Jesus Christ," he said. "In addition to being my personal chef, I'm hiring you as my massage therapist. Oh holy hell, you need to do this for me every day."

"I wouldn't need to do this if you'd take better care of yourself," Steve said against Tony's neck. "Don't get me wrong, I love taking care of you. But I'd rather you didn't let yourself get to this point."

"Sure," Tony said amiably. "How about I agree to take it a little easier and you agree to give me a back massage every afternoon anyway?"

"You've got yourself a deal. As long as you uphold your end of the bargain." And Steve punctuated his statement with a light swat to Tony's rear.

Ah yes, his "end" of the bargain. Hilarious.

"I'm serious, Tony. I'm not above rewarding good behavior." Somehow, the gentle swat had turned into a firm squeeze. And Tony's body was all for that.

Tony squirmed, rocking his hips forward. "Uh, Steve? What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you," Steve whispered in his ear.

Tony whimpered. Because that wasn't at all the sexiest thing Steve had ever done.

Steve's hands slid all the way up Tony's back to his shoulders. He pulled Tony back against his chest and then slid his hands down Tony's front all the way to his waist.

Tony obediently spread his legs apart as Steve unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper with a deliberately slow pace.

Steve nipped at his ear. "I hear I'm pretty good at this part, too," he said.

Tony shuddered. "You've been holding out on me, baby. If I had known you could be this-aaagh."

All coherency left him as Steve's hand closed around his shaft.

"That's it," Steve said. "Just sit back and let me do all the work."

Tony stared in wonder at Steve's hand wrapped around his cock. They had done this so many times now and sometimes he still couldn't believe Steve was actually doing this to him. For him.

"God, you're gorgeous," Steve mouthed against his neck. "I'm so lucky to have you." He squeezed Tony's thigh with his free hand. "So lucky I can touch all this beautiful skin."

Tony came with a keening whine.

"Feel better now?" Steve asked. He tipped Tony's head to the side and kissed his collarbone. "Nice and relaxed?"

"So relaxed," Tony mumbled. "You'll have to go swimming without me. I don't think I can move." He slumped back against Steve's chest.

Steve chuckled and shifted Tony a little in his arms. "I can always carry you down to the beach."

Tony rolled his eyes. "I'm sure the locals will love seeing you parade my naked ass around like a trophy."

"I'll help you get dressed first, obviously."

Tony waved a hand. "I'm not that helpless. Just give me a minute to catch my breath."

"Take all the time you need." Steve raised Tony's hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. "Tahiti will still be here when you wake up from your nap."

"Nap?" Tony said with fake outrage. "How can I sleep when that glorious view is beckoning to me?" He made grabby hands towards the window and promptly faceplanted off the bed.

Steve didn't even attempt to muffle his laughter. "Boy, you weren't kidding about not being able to move. I may have to carry you after all."

Tony scrambled to his feet. "Nice try," he said. "But your evil plan has failed."

Steve leaned back in bed. "Sure you can make it to the closet without injuring yourself?"

"Of course I can. You just watch me."

But he kicked off his pants just in case.