"Good Morning New York, it's Saturday 4th May 2013 and you all know what is happening today. It's the wedding of the year, the wedding of the decade—sorry England but your royal wedding won't hold a candle to this one—and it's the wedding of Captain America—Captain Steven Rodgers—and Valkyrie—Natasha Howard—in Times Square.

So you better get a place early or you'll miss it!"

Marriage hadn't been something Nate had honestly thought about, especially marrying before Pepper and Tony—Tony had yet popped the question to the redhead despite the fact they had been together longer than Steve and Nate. But here she was, cooped up in a Stark-Bus-Thing, getting ready for her wedding.

Her wedding to Steve. Her wedding to Steve with the whole nations' eyes on them. Her wedding to Steve that the whole world knew about. Her wedding to Steve that was going to be spread all over the internet. Her wedding to Steve that was going to be on every news station.

"Oh god!" Nate groaned before dashing to the bathroom, her wedding dress skirt held up by one hand so she could run.

"And this is why I'll never marry." Tasha deadpanned to the other women in the bus—all of them already dressed in royal blue bride-maids gowns.

"She's just a little nervous." Jane smiled unconvincingly.

"Yeah, and that's why she'll hurling into the toilet." Darcy snorted as she helped Pepper set down the make-up and hair brushes they were going to use.

"Darcy." Jane groaned as Nate appeared, pale faced from the toilet.

"Nate doesn't like attention." Pepper said with a small smile.

"Then you shouldn't be marrying Captain America." Darcy told Nate bluntly making Jane groan and Tasha smirk.

"I want to marry him." Nate told Darcy as Pepper led her to a seat so they could begin getting ready. "I just wished people weren't making such a big deal."

"You're superheroes, members of the world's greatest team of heroes. Of course people will make a big deal." Tasha said as she began to brush and straighten Nate's mid-back length hair.

"How can you not like attention?" Darcy asked as she peered at all the tubes of lip-gloss and lip-stick. "Your brother is Tony Stark and you've been appearing in magazines since you were twelve."

"Tony has always captured the media's attention, and I've never been watched by this many people at one time." Nate tried to explain as she stared into the mirror balanced in front of her.

Her skin was too pale and her dark eyes slightly too wide—she was a mess. Her hair was the longest she's had it since she was twenty-four—she had started growing it out after the Battle of New York. She had removed the red streaks from her hair especially for today, it was odd not to see them after three years.

Pepper placed a calming hand on her shoulder, meeting her eyes through the mirror. Green clashed with brown.

"You love him." She reminded her with a smile. "It'll be okay in the end."

And Nate smiled back at her though it was still nervous.

"I don't see why you're rushing into this." Tony said as he watched Steve fiddle with his tie—already dressed in his military uniform. "You only got together a year ago today."

"We're not rushing Tony." Steve sighed as he glanced as his soon-to-be-brother-in-law—and wasn't that a strange thought. "We know we want this."

"Just ignore him Steve." Clint advised as he flipped through the TV channels—all gushing about the wedding that was going to take place. "He's just not ready to let his little sister go."

Bruce snorted in agreement, Tony ignored them.

"How do you know you want this?" He asked Steve.

"Because she's Nattie." Steve answered simply, Tony pulled a face at hearing his nickname for his sister leaving Steve's lips—Steve didn't often use Nate's nickname as it made Tony cringe at the thought of a man sleeping with his sister called her a name that Tony had gave her when she was an innocent baby in his arms. "I wouldn't have asked her if I wasn't sure I wanted this. But I do, I always wanted to find a woman to spend the rest of my life with and that woman is Nate."

Clint and Tony made faces at how sappy Steve sounded while Bruce just smiled in fond amusement.

"Friends!" Thor boomed as he entered their bus—dressed in Asgard finesse—just as he promised he was there to witness their joyful union. "How are we all this fine and joyous morn?"

"Tony's still trying to talk Steve out of it." Bruce informed him.

"And break your sister's heart?" Thor frowned disapprovingly at Tony, who at least looked guilty. "Lady Nate would never forgive you Tony."

Thor would never drop the title of lady when it came to Nate. She was a fierce warrior that deserved the title if only because she could scare Thor despite being tiny next to him.

"She's too young." Tony whined as he flopped next to Clint who snorted at him, Tony half-heartedly swiped at him with one hand that Clint blocked almost automatically with a smirk.

"She's twenty-seven." Bruce reminded Tony. "Technically, she's a year older than Steve is biologically."

"Doesn't matter." Tony huffed and the others rolled their eyes.

Tony had been sulking since Steve popped the question in March. He had only just gotten used to the fact that Nate and Steve were in a serious relationship when Steve asked Nate to marry him and she said yes—after much kissing and such that made Tony scowl.

He was more put out that they decided to marry on the 4th May—the exact anniversary of the Battle of New York and the day they got together—which only left two months for him to get used to the idea of his sister becoming a married woman.

He hadn't yet.

"I can't believe Steve is marrying Howard's little girl." Timothy 'Dum-Dum' Dugan said with a grin as he helped Peggy out of the car they had arrived in—his white moustache twitching as he grinned.

"I knew she would be good for him." Peggy smiled knowingly, she had seen it the moment that Steve watched Nate play the piano with a look that she recognised well—he used to give her that look.

She smiled down to the white box in her hands, she had brought her veil for Nattie to wear and departed from the gentlemen to head to the bus that held her niece.

"Captain is finally getting hitched." Gabe Jones grinned a white grin that was brilliantly bright against his dark skin as he wrapped a friendly arm around both Timothy and Jacques Dernier—the last of the Howling Commandos still kicking—his wire-grey hair cropped short. "Who would have thought we'd see him getting married?"

Jacques chuckled in agreement as they made their way to the barred off area with comfortable white chairs that was for the wedding guests—the public was already claiming their spaces so they could watch the wedding.

Peggy hoped she never forgot the sight of Nattie sitting in front of the mirror dressed in a beautiful old-fashioned sleeveless lace wedding dress that tied tight around her slender waist. She had chosen a wedding-dress style that was popular in the 40s—the decade Steve would have been marrying in if it hadn't been for the crash.

Her long hair was pinned up in a bun with diamond-pins that showed off the dangling diamonds in each of her three ear piercings. She was wearing a diamond collar as well as the silver locket that Steve had given her last Christmas.

Her lips seemed fuller because of the red glossy lipstick she wore, her dark eyes were outlined carefully with a little flick to the outer corner of her eyes and a brush of dark eye-shadow across the lids. There was a hint of blush on her cheeks to give her some more colour.

"Aunt Peggy." Nattie greeted when she noticed her aged Aunt enter and made to turn.

"Stay still dear." Peggy ordered softly as she made her way towards her seated niece. "You need your veil."

Peggy carefully placed it on her head and adjusted the small veil that covered part of her face in dainty lace.

"Something borrowed." Peggy smiled as she met Nattie's eyes in the mirror. "It could also count as something old if you have nothing for that."

"Thank you." Nattie whispered, her eyes a little wet.

"Don't do that." Peggy chided. "The beautiful bride should never cry at her own wedding."

Nattie gave a little wet laugh but kept her tears a bay as Peggy hugged her from behind.

"You look beautiful." Peggy told her honestly making Nattie smile at her.

"She's right." Tasha said as she walked over to her friend—perhaps her best friend—and placed a supporting hand on her shoulder. "Are you ready?"

Nate took a deep breath before she nodded; "As I'll ever be."

As Bruce took his place beside him, Steve couldn't help the thought that it should be Bucky beside him as his best man. He shoved the thought and the emotions it invoked to the back of his mind.

He was getting married, it was the happiest day of his life and he couldn't brood on friends long since dead. Not when any moment Nate would walk down the aisle on Tony's arm to agree to be his wife.

He watched as Peggy moved quite quickly for a woman her age to her seat next to Dum-Dum, Gabe and Jacques—it was odd seeing the older faces of his old friends with the knowledge he should have been as old and grey as them.

He smiled when Dum-Dum gave him a big grin and thumbs up before his attention was captured by the music starting and the audience all quietened down.

Natasha was the first down the aisle, carelessly dropping red, white and blue rose petals—their vision of a flower-girl—before taking her place beside where Nate would stand. She gave a look to Steve that promised pain if he hurt her best friend before smiling the cameras focused on her face.

Darcy, Jane and Pepper followed after, dressed in the same royal blue dress and holding a bouquet of red, white and blue roses—Tony had groaned about how cliché the colour choice of the roses were when Nate declared them before Natasha, Nate and Pepper smacked him to shut up.

The music changed then and there she was on Tony's arm.

He felt his breath-catch in his throat as he gazed at her in awe. That was the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with and she was beautiful.

Red lips were tilted up in a beaming smile and dark eyes sparkled like the diamonds she wore constantly. She was stunning.

The moment she was beside him, his hands were wrapped around hers and they were both smiling crazily at each other.

They weren't aware of the audience and barely listened to the priest, only hearing him when it's time to repeat their vows.

It didn't matter to them that the whole world was most likely watching them, that there was a large audience of the public watching them instead of just their closest friends, it didn't matter that their faces were fixed the large screens of Times Square.

It was their wedding day and they were now man and wife. Captain Steve Rodgers and Mrs Natasha 'Nate' Rodgers.

Cheers sounded—Thor's the loudest of them all—when Steve and Nate shared their first kiss as man and wife—Steve actually lifting Nate up and letting everyone see the old sneakers she had been wearing under her dress.

Tony wasn't crying, something flew in his eyes that was all. Pepper should have allowed him to wear his shades then it wouldn't have happened at all. The sight of the old and beaten sneakers that Tony had given Nattie when she was twenty and she had treasured since did not make him cry the slightest bit harder.

Judging by the grin of sympathy on Clint's face as he padded him on the back, Tony was fooling no one—not even himself.

"You're lucky." Tony told him making Clint look confused. "Natasha will never get married so you'll never have to give her away."

"True." Clint nodded looking relieved as he continued to pat Tony on the back.

Only their friends were at their wedding reception at the Tower—Thor had provided Asgard ale for the party.

Nate had changed from her wedding dress into a simple short royal blue dress—sneakers still firmly on her feet—and had dragged Steve to dance.

Both of them with flushed as they danced together surrounded by their friends and family.

"You know," Pepper said as she slipped next to Tony. "Something is wrong with Nate and Steve marrying before us."

"Are you hinting that you want me to ask you?" Tony asked as he slipped an arm around her waist.

"Maybe." Pepper smiled at him.

Of course if Tony was going to ask someone to marry him, he would do it in a way that captured attention.

He pulled her to the centre of the room, nudging Nate and Steve out of the way, before he fell to one knee in front of Pepper—Nate grinning widely at him from Steve's arms. Their friends quietened down as they watched.

"Pepper, honey, will you marry me?" Tony asked as he pulled the ring he had been carrying around for the last three months out of his pocket and showed her the diamond ring—the diamond was a lot bigger than the one Steve had given Nattie, Tony thought smugly.

"Yes!"

And cheers rang through the air once more.