Chapter 14-The Return

The room immediately fell silent at the sound of the creaking front door. Steve and Natasha looked towards the door, fear gripping them as it opened more. Steve grabbed his shield from behind the altar, and Natasha gripped his arm.

"Steve," She whispered, her eyes still glued to the door. "There's someone there."

"I know. Stay here." He hissed back, and he started towards the door. He wasn't going to let anyone ruin his wedding. He got closer to the door, and heard two people talking. They sounded familiar.

"Just let me see them."

"No! You know what happened last time."

"It won't happen again."

"No, I'm not letting you ruin their night." Steve felt a pang of affection for the latter voice.

"Come on."

"We're going home, and that's the end of it." Steve got closer to the door to see who was talking. He could practically feel everyone holding in their breath as he opened the door just an inch more. Anger flared in his chest.

Tony Stark was standing a few yards away, arguing with Pepper Potts. She was clearly angry with him, her face was red, and she was holding onto his forearm with an iron grip. Tony had a suit on, and a bottle of champagne in one hand. Steve stuck the shield onto his back, and very carefully stepped outside, trying not to be noticed. It was easy, in a black suit in the middle of the night. Tony was talking again.

"I don't have my suit with me!"

"I don't care! You punched him last time, and you didn't have the suit then!"

"I was pissed off!"

"And who says you won't get pissed off today? Tony, you've been on edge ever since Sokovia. You're not thinking rationally."

"Let go of me, Pepper."

"No."

"Let. Go."

"Let him go." Steve said, walking towards them. Pepper looked like she was about to snap one of their necks. Tony smiled slightly.

"Rogers." Tony said, wrenching his arm from Pepper's grip.

"Stark." Steve replied, still walking towards them.

"How'd you find out?" Steve asked.

"Clint told me," Tony replied. He held out the champagne. "I brought champagne." He said. Steve took it, and motioned towards the front doors.

"Come in. You too, Pepper, we want you to at least come to the party." He said. Tony grinned and walked towards HQ with Steve. Pepper sighed, and walked behind them.

"Where've you been?" Steve asked.

"Everywhere. Since you last saw me, I've been to New York, LA, Singapore…" Tony said. Steve looked at him in disbelief.

"Singapore?" He asked, smiling. "Why?"

"They needed help from Stark Industries. Maria handled a lot of it, I was just there for the PR attention." Tony said. Steve nodded, and stopped just outside the doors.

"Wait here." He whispered. Tony nodded, looking confused. Steve walked in, and was immediately almost knocked over by Natasha. He put the champagne on the ground and hugged her.

"Steve! We thought that you'd-" She started, but Steve cut her off with a quick kiss, which was over just as quickly as it began.

"I'm fine," He said. "But someone's here." She stepped away from him, and pulled a pistol from her dress. Steve was about to question this, but simply thought "It's Natasha" and walked towards the doors. He pulled them open, and Tony stepped in, Pepper just behind him. Natasha's grip on her pistol immediately tightened, making a couple of scars on her knuckles glow white. Tony put his hands up slowly.

"How are you, Mrs. Rogers?" He asked, smiling slightly. Natasha lowered her pistol, and walked towards him. Tony opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, Natasha slapped him so hard he dropped to the ground. Steve looked at Natasha, torn between horror and happiness.

"Don't try me, Stark." She said, walking back to Wanda, who was smiling slightly. Tony got up, rubbing his cheek.

"Lesson learned; don't fuck with your lady." He said. Steve smiled, and looked towards Natasha, just remembering something.

"One second." He told Tony, and he rushed towards Natasha.

"Tasha!" He said when he finally got to her. Natasha turned towards him, and smiled.

"I don't think you've ever called me that before," She said, grinning. "What?" She asked.

"The big announcement…" Steve said. Her eyes widened.

"Oh my god, yeah. Okay, one second." She said. Steve nodded, kissed her quickly, and walked back towards Tony. Tony stared at him.

"What-?" He began, but just then Natasha walked towards the microphone at the altar, and Steve shushed Tony.

"Hey, everyone," She started, looking around as everyone quietened. "Steve and I wanted to make a special announcement." She said, looking towards Steve. He walked towards the altar, and smiled at Natasha.

"Ready?" He whispered.

"Ready." She replied. Natasha cleared her throat.

"I'm pregnant." She said, and the room broke out into cheers and applause. She turned and gave Steve a small smile, then hopped down from the altar. Steve looked towards Tony, and smiled very slightly. Steve followed Natasha down where they were ambushed by everyone, congratulating them and asking what the baby's name would be. Eventually, the microphone turned on again, and Tony's voice rang through the main hall.

"Leave these two lovebirds alone for a few minutes, everyone!" He said. Steve looked over and saw that he had the champagne in hand. Steve nodded at him, took Natasha by the hand, and hurried into his room, locking the door when they were inside. He sighed, and Natasha laughed a little, sitting down on his bed.

"You surely remember what happened last time you locked that door?" She said. Steve smiled.

"I don't want to mess up my suit, and I doubt you'd want to mess up that beautiful dress." He replied, joining her on the bed.

"Why would they have to get messed up?" She asked in a seductive whisper, resting her head on his lap. "C'mon, Steve, it's our wedding night."

"And you're pregnant. Sex might not be such a good idea," She opened her mouth to reply, but just sighed. "Sorry, Nat." He said. She sat up.

"You're right." She said, sounding disappointed. Steve put his arm around her, and smiled.

"Look on the bright side; we're married! I get the honor of spending the rest of my life with the most beautiful woman on earth." He said. She smiled slightly.

"Was that off the top of your head?"

"Yes, it was." She chuckled, and kissed him, her hand on the back of his head. Just a few seconds later, however, there was a knock at the door. They broke apart.

"Come in." Steve said. Tony stumbled in, out of breath, but grinning.

"That Bucky guy… oh my god! He's hilarious!" Steve and Natasha looked at each other, and, without another word, Steve walked out of his room, desperate to find Bucky.